#and i wanted to capture it here

[seokminfilm]

"there's no one like you." you say, looking down at seokmin as his arms smoothly fit around your waist. seokmin's eyes are that pretty dark brown, lips glossy with the tears he had just shed as he smiles while sniffling. "really?"

"seokmin, of course. i married you for a reason." his head laid against your stomach, his breathing slowing as you leaned over him.

seokmin's graceful hands ghosting your exposed back made you inhale sharply, and the soft feeling in your chest bloomed as he looked back up at you.

"how do you think we'll meet in our next life?" he asks simply, and you laugh, throwing your head back as you smile. "seokmin, really?"

a pout comes onto his features as his eyebrows become downturned. "yes, really. how do you think we'll meet each other again? since we're soulmates and all," seokmin says the last part while leaning in and kissing your exposed stomach.

you giggle, and sigh as he looks up at you again, strong hands still in place on your waist. he's waiting for a reply, and you try to think hard, imagining how you'd remember seokmin from this wonderful life you and him were currently living.

"i'd just hope the universe does me another favor and bring me to you. that's all i'd really want, i think." smiling, you cup seokmin's cheek, thumb grazing over his smooth, clear skin and ghosting his pink, sweet lips.

seokmin stares up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky for him—his brown eyes have those familiar sparkles in them, and the small smile that graces his features touches your heart just as much as it does his. his hands gently press you down towards the floor, and you follow, finally on your knees as he presses and molds his soft lips to yours.

the sound of the air conditioning and small pecks the two of you share isn't loud or distracting, but so small and minute that you crave more of it.

you crave more of seokmin like this. you crave more of your seokmin stripped down to who he really is—not a charismatic guy who just laughs and smiles all the time, or the friend everyone comes to help for—but just a sweet boy who needs comfort and cheering up, just like the rest of the world does.

"i love you." those words—when seokmin whispered them to you, like he did just now—made you slow down and appreciate the world that was lee seokmin. his voice was soft and mild when he said it, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he meant it.

"and i love you, seokmin." you said back, lips tickling his before you planted another one on his lips again. he smiled at you, and you caught it in your pocket, saving it for a rainy day.

[snaillesnaille]

— Red Dead Redemption —

[newttxt]

more goofy-silly sabokoby ☺️

[lauravian]

S2E12: The Fires of Idirsholas

Redrawing a screenshot from every episode of Merlin... (until I get bored of it)

[l0verseyes]

they should've been at the club

[crescentfool]

reunion 🌸

[temeyes]

everyone adores you, at least i do.

[beneathsilverstars]

My @isat-secretsanta-2024 gift for @pillowspace!! They said they’re fascinated by secret research lab AUs, and, in a case of incredible serendipity, that’s been my favorite trope since I was like 8 years old. So I may have gotten possessed and spent three weeks straight worldbuilding a whole entire thing.

So! This comic is my gift for Pillow, but I’m planning to write a fic set in the same AU eventually, titled Desperate Measures. It will take place in a modern day Vaugarde and focus on Odile, Loop, and Siffrin, alongside other more-or-less-familiar faces. And by “eventually” I mean this is now my highest priority project, but it’s big enough that it may be a couple months till I have anything else to show!

Journal transcript under the cut:

wavelength of 690nm, which means it would activate L cones nearly exclusively. If we're correct in our mapping of wavelength combinations to color terms in historical documents, then this would be considered a shade of "red".

I still don't know if I believe it. It seems fantastical, like I've become a character in a children's story, chosen to leave behind the world of the mundane and enter a realm of magic. Or like this is all a dream, and as soon as I'm about to see the shade my brain will realize it doesn't actually know how to show me something I've never seen before, so it'll put me in front of a full auditorium instead; and then I'll forget how to speak Vaugardian, or realize I'm not wearing any pants, or both, and then I'll wake with a start back in Ka Bue.

But however strange it seems, I can't think of any reason they'd have to lie about it. Why else all the NDAs? Why else contact me? So I must assume that it's true. That after years of trying to solve humanity's loss of color vision — a project that began long before I joined it, and that I expected to continue long past my time — I am about to simply be shown a perceivable color. That's the strangest part, really; that this breakthrough isn't related to the mechanisms of sight, but rather, the thing seen.

14/1/29

I thought perhaps they'd synthesized it somehow. Stumbled upon the correct combination of chemicals by accident. Maybe even invented a new sort of craft.

I didn't expect their source of red to be alive.

[v-writes]

wip wednesday

Captured King snippet 2

part 1 part 3 ao3

Zatanna's wards had held Phantom unconscious for transport to the Watchtower, but would grow less reliable over time. The ghost shield the Justice League had been provided appeared to work during transport to the Watchtower, having had to be turned off and of again to pass through, but according to the GIW Phantom had a history of being able to get around them.

More reliable would be the custom restraints Zatanna had made, Phantom had stared at them in shock upon waking in the cell, before placing his shaking hands on the table he was cuffed to. Four custom sigils, two on each wrist, chained to a magically reinforced interrogation table.

Clark turned as Diana and Zatanna entered the observation room, each with a coffee in hand, "didn't bring a cup for Batman and I? I'm hurt."

"I know you are, I was there. And I hear the Medical Bay has its own private cafeteria and coffee pot."

Zatanna raises a perfect eyebrow, "do I look like a coffee gopher to you?"

"Ah, that's-"

Diana and Zatanna make eye contact, before laughing together, Diana leans pointedly on Clark as Zatanna asks "any updates?"

"Nothing solid," Clark sighs, "we thought we'd try talking to him individually to see if that changed how he responded, if he would be more open if he weren't outnumbered, but he just ignores us both, he'll look up to see who entered then go back to staring at his chains."

"That's not entirely true." Batman says.

"How could I forget, he flinched when I entered but not when Batman entered, anything else you want to add about his body language?"

"Hn."

Diana nods, "it makes sense, he has been in several fights with you, but not with Batman."

"Frankly I'm stunned the two of you thought could pull off unintimidating considering the past fights and your whole deal," she gestures to all of Batman, winking, "no offense Batsy."

"Hn."

"You think we should send in the one who put that bruise around his neck? Or the one who is responsible for his custom restraints?"

"Point taken. But I was actually thinking the Captain? You know, the one you used to get the drop on him? I saw the recordings, send him in as Billy and Phantom will talk."

"We aren't contacting Captain Marvel until school releases."

"Right. Middle of the night? No problem, what teenager has a sleep schedule anyway? But god forbid we interrupt Biology."

"It would be Language Arts at the moment actually."

"Why do you know that? Are you counting down until the school day ends?"

"Hn."

"Of course you are."

"You know," Wonder Woman starts carefully, "his cooperation with Captain Marvel isn't a guarantee, but there is another way."

Superman shrugs her arm off of his shoulder, "Wonder Woman-"

"Are we not in agreement about wanting information that does not come from the GIW themselves?" She gestures, lasso in hand, towards Phantom through the one way glass. "There information sits."

"Yes, but Diana-"

"It wouldn't be admissible in court."

Diana looks between Superman and Batman for a moment before sighing. "Politics."

"This isn't an alien invasion," Superman placates, "we need to be cognizant of how we handle this, not just that we handle this."

"I know, I know, as I said, 'politics'. That he can, or rather, has flattened a building with a yell and gone toe to toe with us makes him our business, but we aren't the USA's dogs"

The door to the observation room opens, Batman's eyes narrowing behind the cowl, "you're supposed to be in class."

"You thought I would listen to you and go to school after last night? How are you surprised, don't you have kids?" Captain Marvel does not even attempt to look ashamed.

"He really has no excuse, they don't listen to him either," Red Hood, sans signature red helmet enters, a domino in its place, and a manila folder in his hand.

Red Robin follows him, "he doesn't even have custody of me, but don't tell him that, he likes to pretend."

"This is a restricted access area, associated with a classified investigation."

"Nope." Red Hood steps to stand in front of Batman, taking the lead of the new trio to enter.

"Excuse me?"

"It's our investigation now old man."

"That's not your call to make-"

The computer terminal activates, lighting the room in green Oracle's symbol takes over the screen, static clicks over the Justice League communicators and computer speakers before Oracle's voice, computerized and clear comes over them.

"And he didn't make it, I did. And we've been busy."

Captain Marvel smiles, stubbornly bright, "I emailed her after you tried to bench me. You would not believe the stuff you can find on the GIW when you don't respect the government. Here's a flash drive from Oracle, I've had a lot of fun, and come to the conclusion that she's terrifying."

Red Robin snickers, "did you need the wisdom of Solomon to figure that out?"

"O, the Watchtower servers are on a closed network."

"I thought we were past you underestimating me? The drive is more for general JL use, I've already uploaded copies to our servers."

"I'm referring to the guests you gave Zeta access to."

"Oh that wasn't me."

"That was my idea," Captain marvel scratches the back of his head bashfully, not making eye contact with Batman, but not apologizing either.

"Without prior notice or Trinity approval?"

Diana takes a long sip of her coffee. "While I am neither 'the World's Greatest Detective', nor an investigative journalist, I have picked up how to best get around certain 'politics' issues. For what it's worth, Oracle was already on the case when I reached out to her."

"Speaking of ways around politics," Red hood steps towards the door to the interrogation room, Superman starts to move towards him, but stops when Wonder Woman puts a hand on his shoulder. "While you lot have been keeping your hands clean, we've been doing actual work-"

"In fact Oracle is still working."

"Yes, thank you O, you're amazing and their servers are weird, Red Robin can handle filling you lot in, I'm gonna go get Phantom to open up."

Red Hood slams the door open, Phantom's gaze snaps to him, eyes narrowing, "yo Danny!"

[sainz100]

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[bogkeep]

i reread captive prince trilogy for the third or fourth time recently

[asterbats]

Concept art based on the idea that Dusknoir was Rin's adoptive father pre-canon...

[niobiumao3]

At the end of the day, killing off a character for a gut punch only works if you actually follow through emotionally, and S3 of TBB just didn't do that. I get it if other people think it did, but I won't ever be able to agree with that. We see no one find out. There's no memorial for Tech on Pabu or anywhere else, there's barely any mention of his impact on people. Nearly every mention of him was about how his skills were absent. It was a bad narrative beat of which no real use was even made except to focus on how it made things harder for them to do.

S3 remains a true disappointment to me, and I'm unlikely to ever be especially interested in it and its one billion dropped plot threads or the way Phee was tossed aside in favor of Ventress and how Tech's death wasn't engaged with in any meaningful way.

Will they ever walk it back and return him? I guess we'll see. It's happened before. (Echo, Gregor, Ahsoka, etc.) I have vague hope.

[puddii-ng]

swan lake x valkyrie

[neptuii]

Okay, I've been fighting with Tumblr's quality issues for about 2 hours now and I just give up- tried re-sizing these pictures SO MANY TIMES its just ridiculous. Used every possible hack and tip I found and none had worked so I'm just gonna roll with this although I am upset as I spend a lot of time on these doodles- more than I would want to admit.

The middle drawing is still uploading and if it looses quality as I post this I will re-do this post because there is just too many details to loose on. If anyone has tips on how to deal with quality issues on this platform please let me know, the artist here is STRUGGLING.

----------- Anyway, some more detailed depictions of my human KMKY!Bill Cipher design. I mostly based it off the original description that is given in the 5th chapter; in other words, the moment Ford bought him his first own set of clothes. I really like the idea of him wearing loafers. I know that in the chapter 12 he ruined his first pair by running into a muddy forest while it rained. And so I imagined that after that event Ford bought him a new pair with golden buckles in shapes of triangles as these aren't uncommon, right? What I mentioned in the latest post was that Ford could've put in the effort and maybe sew in a triangle design into his og black sweatshirt as maybe Bill mentioned it was a bit too plain for his liking (even though its quite comfortable). First I thought of a possibilty of it being a bit of a too straightfoward clue for Fiddleford to connect the yellow triangular symbol with the traingle statues in Ford's study but then I thought that maybe Ford or Fiddleford himself would explain it as some sort of portal project personalized merch..? I mean, Bill IS the "benefactor" as Ford put it so that could be the excuse lmao. Anyway, I wanted to include some of my human Bill headcanons in this post but it's already quite lenghty so I might make it a separate post- especially if the quality of these pictures will be ruined as I upload this. fanfic mentioned: Knowing Me, Knowing You on Ao3 by @f-imaginings

[withswords]

habit jumpscare