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[mondstalgia]

my baby used to be a little clueless ♥

[turbo-tsundere]

An AU where technically nothing’s changed, except everyone knows Tsumugi is the mastermind, and that they’re trapped in a show: but not only they're still helpless against her and cannot escape (neither can Tsumugi herself) - they also have to deal with her contractualy obligated sponsorship announcements during trials and investigations... including 30-second-long unskipabble ads before the monitor presents voting results and the blackened.

What dignity? What respect? Everything is a commercialised farce, and everyone, including Tsumugi, is perpetually oscillating between exasperated apathy and resigned frenzy.

Their sanity is doing fine, they tell themselves.

The Show Must (Not) Go On.

I’ve kept this thing in my drafts for uhhhh...

This long.

Over 2 yeaarrrsssss. Because I felt self-consciouss about posting drawings in this style. But idgaf anymore it’s part of my soul. Enjoy.

[teknoctarkamacska]

Honestly it's so funny to me how they all rush to advice harry in the swipe right job

Breanna (gets nervous and awkward around crushes and can't date longterm because it interferes with her work): harry you have so much to learn. from me

Sophie (cannot stop grifting for a moment): first of all choose what 'self' you want to use

Eliot (meets and parts with people in the most extreme situations possible): i meet my partners in the normal way

Parker (with the great expertise of the grand total of 1 relationship): pfft it's easy

[pinacoladamatata]

*final pam voice* vaultknight nation, how we feeling?

[braindeadingifs]

AARON TVEIT as GARETH RITTER

BRAINDEAD | 1.06 Notes Toward a Post-Reagan Theory of Party Alliance, Tribalist, and Loyalty: Past as Prologue

[cactuscely]

Oldish stuff from the Destiny season/uh episode Echoes

1. I adore that the little radiolite pickup specimens are literally just videogamified versions of SEM false-color images of the real deal. I recognized them immediately and my brain went “heehoo wahoo yippe”

2. Whatever these countermand things are they’re cute and they’re free and you can take them home with you

[midnightclover]

Summon Night: Swordcraft Story (ATLUS, 2003)

[solo-walker]

How young did Marissa Fittes have a kid if she had a grandchild (who, btw, was old enough to take charge of the agency within three years' time) by the time she died in her forties??

[dent-de-leon]

can you imagine being Essek and watching this tiefling on a total power trip turn into a 10 feet tall--incredibly ripped??--god and kill the boy you're catching feelings for?? And brand you with some kind of evil cursed hivemind magic you're worried might corrupt you forever?? This thing that your friends swear was once family, but all you see is something monstrous and otherworldly and tearing himself apart at the seams, screaming when all their loved ones call out to him??

Just. the way it must have felt to see Lucien go from that to. Just the most sweet and affectionate little tiefling. Gentle and curious and so full of joy and wonder. He's got the brightest smile and warm eyes and this mischievous playfulness. He runs off at first--startled, scared. But then once he's calmed, the first real word he says other than Empty is Love. And right after that he calls out for his Magician, for this man who did everything he could to save him, held him close and kissed him so tenderly on the forehead--

And Caleb throws his arms around Essek and Veth and just watches the Nein all descend on Tealeaf and embrace him amidst laughter and tears and Molly's starting to smile again and Caleb's so so happy just to see him finally alive and.

In that moment, Essek understands why they came all this way--

[akiirart]

i was supposed to get this done before the release date 💀

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Eclipse

(A Night & Day story)

"It is a pleasure to meet you." The Night Witch reclines at her desk, confidently gesturing to the rest of her study. "Please, have a seat wherever you'd like."

The Day Witch sees a room that is extravagantly themed. The walls to either side of them are covered in carefully painted bookshelves, adorned in their entirety with untouched books, their spines all gamuts of blacks and dark blues. The curtains behind her had tiny holes poked through, in a pattern careful not to have two of them aligned, warping the daylight into an impression of the night sky. The rug is an art piece, a depiction of van Goph's Starry Night woven across the room from corner to corner.

In front of her desk is a folding chair.

The Day Witch struggles to comfortably orient her body into the chair. It is at the same time too rigid and too feeble, threateningly wobbling with every shift.

"Good, now lets get started." The Night Witch plants an elbow on her desk, resting her head on a supportive arm.

Everything is as expected. The Day Witch's coven seeks to have more hours in their night, as they are usually too busy to meet as often as they'd like. In exchange, The Night Witch asks for the power of sunlight, to make the moon grow brighter if she so chooses.

In the midst of their bartering, a doll cautiously opens the door to its Miss's room. The Day Witch recognizes it, she passed it in the hallway. Has it been waiting outside the door this whole time? "This one is sorry to interrupt, but it can provide refreshments if-"

"Bring the refreshments, Luna." The Night Witch commanded, stern and without mercy. "You are an object of service, don't waste our time by asking permission." The doll curtsies as quickly as it can before shutting the door as gently as it can.

"Those things are so damn hard to train." She shakes her head, giving The Day Witch a side-eyed glance. "Would you believe that one's the best I have?"

"I wouldn't know." The Day Witch shrugs, just enough to let a hint of superiority finally shine through. "It sure seems fine enough."

"I suppose you'll just have to figure it out when you start training them yourself. If you turn your back, they always seem to make noises among themselves, always doing something between chores." She leans back in her chair, the excessive cushioning making a muted pomf. "If I wanted to put up with their idle pitter-patter I would work with mortals."

The Day Witch leans back to match, her back straining against unsupported rigidity. "I... can't say I've ever heard a witch speak so impersonally of her dolls, Night." She looks back to the study's door, a tall and extravagantly designed barricade between them and the rest of the manor. "How exactly do you train them, then?"

"Keeping them busy is mandatory." She speaks with a casual confidence. "That way there's less of a chance for them to... develop. But if one does step out of line, simply destroy whatever humanity they've built." She motions with her hand, pulling it into a fist as if crushing something.

The Day Witch chooses her next words carefully. "I see. How... involved, you must be." She leans forward, balancing on the chair's unsturdy legs, to reach across the desk for the enchanted scroll of binding.

The Night Witch reclines with her hands behind her head, smirking. Just as the signature begins to glow with an ethereal finish, Luna returns, with only the Day Witch to acknowledge the sound of the door.

The Night Witch slides the signed papyrus back across her desk. "This is why you don't waste time, Luna. We've already finished with our meeting, and our guest was just leaving." As she scoffs in disappointment, the doll does its best to bow its head without losing the tray's balance. "Yes Miss, this one is very sorry Miss."

The doll retreats before The Day Witch could sample the snacks it brought. "Thank you anyway, Luna!" She calls out before it can leave, trying to impart an encouraging tone.

Luna stops in its tracks, turning to The Day Witch with its mouth agape. It stays like that for only a moment before it finds itself speaking again. Even through its reservation, there was a hint of unsure surprise. "...yes, Miss."

The Night Witch rolled her eyes, ashamed to see an adult playing with toys.

. . . . .

Luna jolts itself from stillness. It tightens its grip on the broom handle, focusing tired eyes onto the tile of the manor's entrance. Surely, this time, it won't miss a spot.

It suppresses a flinch as The Day Witch closes the door behind herself just a little too hard, groaning as she rubs her eyes. In a moment, she collects herself, catching the doll's eye as she glides down the stairway.

She hesitates in the foyer, taking a moment to watch the doll as it tends to its task. Her body is pulled in, afraid to take up space. It moves like a wounded deer, erratic twitching complimenting every movement and smothering the elegance it strives for.

The witch can't help but place a worried hand to her chest.

"Do you like your life, Luna?"

"Yes, miss." It mumbles, not looking up from its work.

The witch looks around her before leaning in conspiratorially. "You can tell me, really. Dolls aren't meant to be treated like this."

The sweeping slows, the doll's head still down.

"Just say the word, and I can take you away. I can see your pain, Luna, I want to help you."

The doll's frozen in place. It wants to leave, more than anything, but it's given up so long ago. It looks back to the entrance to its Miss's study, the door shut tight.

"Are you thinking about her, Luna? What she wants?" She interrupted with a deep compassion. "You don't have to, you're the only one I'm asking: do you enjoy your life, as it is?"

Luna looked at the witch in front of her. Her smile was deeply kind, nothing like the paltry niceties spared for it by Miss.

Luna looked to its side, at the exit, unlocked just feet away.

It couldn't spare the energy for suspicions. It was so, so tired.

"...please, Miss. Take this one away."

[lilypadmomentum]

I made a draft post for my Zoro birthday fan art but now when I go to check it it's literally gone💀

How does bro got lost in empty draft??💀💀💀

Like what the hell???

[lightsiided]

maybe this weekend i will tackle the task of updating my verses page

[violetregrets1837]

YALL I HAVE A QUESTION

Um. What sort of accents do you guys think each Link has???

I was just looking through a draft and I was reading Twillight's dialogue and then somehow the voice that I read him in was some sort of cross between some sort of vague southern (I not american I have no idea what sort of accents you lot have over there) crossed with Australian???? Of all things???? HELP?????

And now I'm thinking even more about the different accents that everyone has.

Like, I absolutely adore fics that mention that Warriors has an accent because of him either being upper-class or lower-class and how the others in the Chain react to it or still treat him normally or wkfblshcoejclsjfksjgkfh

What about Time who totally adopts his own accent from Malon and Talon. As someone who has picked up on and has started speaking with a slightly thicker countryside accent (irish) I know he absolutely would. He just would!!! And would he even have remnants of how the kokiri and the deku tree talk??? WHAT WOULD THE KOKIRI ACCENT BE LIKE??????

And because I am biased, I'm imagining Wind with a filipino accent. Come on, he's a tropical island boy, he would have our accent!! I remember reading a fic where everyone from Wind's era was speaking tagalog and I was getting emotional because omg me too!

Wild would have some sort of amalgamation of accents from all the different regions. I have no idea how it would be, but he picks up on the Rito, the Gerudo, the Gorons- hell, maybe even accents from the Sheikah or from Hateno Village!!! He's a codeswitching natural, he teleports all across Hyrule almost daily!!!

[elenadoeslife]

I'm now at the point in life where people constantly question me about having kids. It's really bugging me, because we aren't even sure yet if it's something we want and we both got a late start in life. We only just started to bloom, in our (almost) early thirties.

I never quite understood why people struggle so much with this question, but now I do