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[elowhinn]

OMFGFGFGFG HE"S SO EEPY

Bro was caught lacking not once. but twice. this is so tiredsalarymancore /j dudes like me frfr

[vynnyal]

I've been having a delightful time stumbling over my emojis being used in random servers, so here's more

[quadrantadvisor]

DPxDC Danny/Jason Soulmates AU WIP

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Jason's timer read 044389:21:08, when the display suddenly went dark. 44,389 hours. Five years, 24 days, 13 hours, 21 minutes, and 8 seconds until he was fated to meet his soulmate.

Or not. Because the time stopped.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. He did his research, and with the resources at his disposal (namely, a batcomputer,) he knew for a fact that there should be no way to defy the fate of a timer. People had tried. Avoidance, isolation, putting a hit out on your own suspected soulmate. Nothing worked. Trying to delay the inevitable put you on the path to meet it. Sure, there were people who lamented the unfairness of their own situation, who were devastated they never got time with their soulmate, famous deaths on opposite sides of a battle, etc. But soulmates always, always met eachother, face to face.

Not him, though. His soulmate was dead. Five years early.

Bruce didn’t get it. Dick wouldn’t talk about it. Alfred only looked at him with pity in his eyes.

Jason wasn’t sad that he was the only person on the planet who’d never meet his soulmate. He was fucking angry, because it wasn’t fucking fair. It was another person in his life who was supposed to care about him that he’d never get to have.

So when he found out he had a mom, somewhere out there, who he’d never had the chance to meet… he had to go. How could he not?

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It was Sam who noticed, when it happened. Danny had just finished a stupid fight with Boxy, and he, Sam, and Tucker were finally ready to call it a night. Danny de-transformed and grinned, shaking the thermos proudly. “Gonna get these guys back into the Ghost Zone,” he said, when suddenly-

“Danny!” Sam yelped, and snatched at his arm.

Danny stumbled, nearly dropping his precious cargo. “Whoa, Sam, what-?’ he stopped, looking as she turned over his arm, baring his wrist.

His timer was dark, like people who’s soulmates were dead. The numbers still showed, faintly, but they were stationary. The countdown had stopped.

Ice spread through Danny’s veins, like the cold that rushed through him when he went ghost, but worse, so much worse.

Danny’s ghost form didn’t have a timer, which honestly freaked him out, but as a human it had always behaved completely normally. When he turned back, it would be there, the time having elapsed just the way it was supposed to. It had been so reassuring. He was alive. He’d make it at least five more years, and be able to meet his soulmate, who would hopefully be able to accept him the way he was. He wanted that so badly. He wanted someone beyond his friends to talk to, to know him as a person and a ghost. He wanted to not be afraid anymore.

He’d just passed the five year mark, not that long ago. He’d been so excited to be that much closer to someone so important.

And now something was horribly wrong.

“Dude, that’s jacked up,” Tucker said, noticing the problem with wide eyes.

“Did anything happen today?” Sam asked, her expression hardened with determination. “Did you notice anything weird while you were transformed?”

Danny shook his head. “No, no it- it was running while we were at school, and we’ve been fighting ghosts since then. I don’t know when it would’ve…” Danny could barely make himself speak. “Is it my fault?” he said, almost to himself. “Did I spend too much time as a ghost and it just-”

Sam gripped at his hand. “No, Danny, it isn’t your fault. Whatever the problem is, we’re going to figure it out, okay?”

“Yeah man,” Tucker added, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, maybe your parents can actually help this time? Weird magic science is kinda their thing, right?”

Sam looked less sure, but nodded all the same. “You’re going to meet your soulmate. Okay?”

“Okay,” Danny said, quiet, looking down at the stopped numbers on his wrist.

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[rockethorse]

... and they were ROOMMATES

[cheaploafs]

I may have missed mermay but its okay because it will always be mermay so long as this au exists in my mind <3

Also full vers. without special bits undercut because Ivy’s tail is hugging him and its adorable <3

[isacksteban]

lawhaners... i come in peace... with fic inspired angst...

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hi everyone it's that time again <3 Thank you to @silly-little-diary @saltymaplesyrup @sulphuricgrin @firefly-factory and @umbracirrus for tagging me :) Awesome to see your stuff!

I'm tagging @theoneandonlysemla @pocket-vvardvark @changelingsandothernonsense @dirty-bosmer @thequeenofthewinter @sanzas-reverie @hircines-hunter

@labskeever @ladytanithia @scholarlyhermit @captain-of-silvenar @friend-of-giants @lucien-lachance @pyre-of-pages @sunsettemplar @heavy-metal-dick @chiqita

I decided to go insane and embroider MK's Tribunal drawing, so far we got 1/3 done! Vivec desires to be many things and now they are embroidery :P

I've also got some writing done (special thanks to @sulphuricgrin @hircines-hunter and @captain-of-silvenar for our writing sprints <3). I had the idea for an OCxOC story set around the time of ESO, really it's my chance to play around in the world with some characters that are quickly overtaking my brain <3 Meet Odile and the (currently unconcious) Fish Mer under the cut:

Standing over the figure now, she would have thought him dead; his skin not unlike that of early decay, pale blue like that of bloat. Unfortunately, Odile was familiar with death, the way the flesh would double in size. However, he did not look bloated. Not at all. Aside from the pale, blue-gray hue of his skin, all other forms of decay were absent, the only injury she could see was a decent sized gash on his head, bruising around it. The initial shock of finding a body now wore off, the woman can see other features of him better, silver gray hair approximately shoulder length, pointed ears and an angular face indicating his was mer. Dunmer? She thought that could explain his skin colour, as well as the strange armour he wore. Various straps of somesort of leather across his torso, leaving most of it exposed as it only covered his arm with straps reaching to the other shoulder. He is very… fit. She shakes her head. Do not oogle the dead. She really should try and get out more. As her eyes gaze over him, accessing the situation she can see one only one boot on his foot; it too was a similar material, with bits of metal along the sole. The other was likely lost between wherever he came from and the shores of Blackwood. Whoever he was, and wherever he came from, the fellow did deserve a proper burial. As she goes to grab the body by the arm, bending her knees to adjust to weight, she considers if she should cremate him. If he was Dunmer then that would follow within traditional custom, even if the smell would be terrible. Any and all thoughts of this mysterious stranger's burial are tossed aside as she feels a faint beating while reaching for his wrist… he’s alive. 

The mer’s limp body returns to the marshlands as she tries to feel for a heartbeat, the gentle thud in his chest is stronger than the pulse, but not by much. An ear to his torso, Odile can also feel extremely shallow breaths. The healer had treated many ailments, one of the few in Cyrodiil who had been soaked in the blood of others having never held so much as a small dagger. However, she had never been on her own to save someone from death. Her mother had always been there, her mother who had over thirty years experience as a healer, some formal training but Nan was always the best teacher. But Mother is in the Imperial City, trying to earn them enough to last through the deep rains of the fall. And Nan  lay buried in the corner of the homestead, near where she would have put this mer. There would be no one to help, no one to ask for advice. For the first time Odile would have to do it all on her own, and she would not lose her first patient. 

[swearingcactus]

ever since i heard this audio i always thought it'd fit rogue and lil v so here's to all the mom rogue enjoyers. a sequel of sorts to [this post]

[toppamplemousse]

head above water

charles leclerc/max verstappen | one-shot | 21.4k words

If it were any other swimmer next to him swimming the anchor for his competitor, Max would feel pretty confident in bringing home the win for the team. But it’s Charles. Charles can perform miracles in the pool, and Max knows to never underestimate him. 

Max takes a deep breath, ignores Charles getting into position on his starting block next to him. He waits, watches, waits, watches.

Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet. 

Max’s teammate extends his arms out in front of him for his last stroke before he touches the wall. He times it perfectly.

Now.

Max dives in.

[dwellsinthebog]

*butchbeams sanemi*

sometimes a man is actually a she/he/they bisexual baddie and i think thats beautiful for her

[cambuznabrigantine]

me and who

check plz my full art ehehh ->

[fontofnothing]

Some more Morrigan shots from Mass Effect 1!

[thedeadthree]

-ˋˏ .·:·. ⊱ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐛𝐲 @pavus — day one: 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

— 𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑 . 𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀 . 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐒. 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒.

— 𝐓𝐀��𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (mutuals can opt in/out via 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 <3):

@loriane-elmuerto, @carrionsflower, @auricfog, @girliefailure, @sunsofdawn

@risingsh0t, @griffin-wood, @lilywatt, @full---ofstarlight, @grapecaseschoices

@tommyarashikage, @shadowsofrose, @shadowglens, @weisshaupts, @queennymeria

@deadrlngers, @d-esmond, @courtana, @gothimp, @wlwaerith

@unholymilf, @aezyrraeshh, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @shellibisshe, @florbelles

@celticwoman, @neonshrike, @cloudofbutterflies92, @adelaidedrubman, @carlosoliveiraa

@pinkfey, @spookyrares, @yharnams, @aceghosts, @confidentandgood

@theelderhazelnut, @leviiackrman, @ellierenae, @anoras, @lavampira

@dialdrunk, @full---ofstarlight, @imogenkol

[heavenly67]

i think this is the fastest ive ever drawn somebody

[direwombat]

wip wednesday word train

tagged by @lilywatt to do this fun little wip game (thank you macy!)

rules: for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter. the word i was given is SIGH.

All of these excerpts are from various points in the slasher au <3

S — "Shut up," Sybille snaps.

"You don't gotta do this," the woman pleads. Her lip quivers, voice trembles. Eyes glisten with tears. "Just lemme go n' I promise I won't say a word to no one. Not a peep. I swear."

"Shut up!" she snarls again, and she uses the barrel of the gun to shove the woman towards one of the chairs. "Sit down."

I — It's for survival, she tells herself. Cuddle up to the predator. Bat your eyes and roll over to bear your belly. Prove you're not a threat. If you're good and useful, he'll keep you safe. And she ignores the voice in the back of her head warning her of the danger of that. That this is exactly how Mama ended up stuck with Daddy.

G — Giving the sole of her boot a nudge with the toe of his own, he grunts, "Get up."

"Why?" she scoffs. "So you can take me on a death march? Can't look me in my face when you kill me? Gon' take me out executioner style?"

"Not gonna kill you," he grunts, and he slings the rifle over his shoulder.

H — Hot sauce smears across her face and her fingers shine with grease. It's like watching a wolf rip apart a deer's carcass—loud and messy and primal, uninhibited by meaningless things like manners.

in theme with my current wip, the word i'm giving y'all (should you choose to accept it because i know there's some overlap between my and macy's taglist) is: FEAR

taglist (opt in/out)

@voidika, @buggknife, @cloudofbutterflies92, @josephseedismyfather, @tommyarishikage

@florbelles, @fourlittleseedlings, @wrathfulrook, @harmonyowl, @ivymarquis

@carlosoliveiraa, @cassietrn, @lasersinthejungle, @strafethesesinners, @trench-rot,

@miyabilicious, @simplegenius042, @g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @inafieldofdaisies

@josephslittledeputy, @adelaidedrubman, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @strangefable, and anyone else wanting to participate in this fun little game!

[buttercupart]

slipping through my fingers all the time