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[goodsoup19]

FOURTH WING spoilers

I’m mostly finished with the book I’m on page 426 and Garrick has just interrupted Xaden and violet (and their fun time) saying they were under attack but once everyone got into formation xaden was like nah its war games. Like bitch WTF at four in the morning then as I’m reading further along and Danes dad is all like if this was a real attack and thee “gryphons” were attacking it would be serious. And that made me stop and think like actual gryphons?

IM SORRY GRYPHONS LIKE THE ONES IN HARRY POTTER?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!

I thought Tarin was supposed to be big like big big so (obviously I haven’t see and art for gryphons but like aren’t gryphons supposed to be basically big birds all the feather and that. So why would they a big threat as ya know big scary dragon v feathered gryphon????????) feathers can be very flammable!!!!!!

I have limited knowledge as i avoid spoilers online for the books but in my minde there shouldn’t be much of a war if it dragon against gryphon?

Aren’t the dragons breath fire were the gryphons don’t? LIKE BITCH JUST COOK THE BIRD AND HAVE CHRISTMAS EARLY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I have stopped reading to write this out ( i had such a good flow going too) cuz my mates don’t read the fourth wing and I’m running on no sleep.

Plz tell me dose Violet actually like xaden or is that the bond between both there dragons effecting them.

Imma read some more and find out

THE WORD ON THE PAGE IS MOVING AND I CANT KEEP MY HEAD UP BUT A FEW MORE energy drink’s WILL FIX THAT SHIT NO PROBLEM

WHO SAID READING WAS CALMING AND RELAXING IM SO STRESSED CUZ I HEARD ON TIKTOK VIOLET IS GONNA DIE LIKE NOOOOO NOT MY BBY GIRL!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

[lushcoffin]

Sunny!☀️

[nightmarearian]

Done (heavy quotation marks) with monster Ody @evergreen292 ;)

tbh I couldn’t for the life of me pick a color palette I liked And Render it so I gave up on color. Enjoy the half assery.

Tbh I’ve just been call it Ithacan Naga, but it’s objectively it’s a mix of snake, owl/bird, and human. So 🤷.

Tbh the wings are supposed to be white/gray-brown, cause owls & Hermes, while his scales are supposed to be an oscillating scale from sea green-blue to purple-tinted gray. Uhm. Evidently that sorta didn’t happen but also did. So.

The purple/grayer scales are gonna be more around with the feathers and wings.

Those fin colors are. Too blue and too bright but I love the colors themselves so they’re staying for now.

Uhm. That’s it for now, ig. I’m sorta on a timer rn and I’m tired so <3

The writing bit with this is still in the works (😭)

[highmidvoiddemon]

I've been ranking magical schools to see which is the best school.

Criteria for the ranking:

Do the teachers care about the students?

Are there any evil teachers (if yes, immediate loss of points)?

Are the students prepared for the world that they live in? Do they have experience before they get on adventures, do the classes teach them how to be heroes, or is there a solid job market and the school teaches them how to succeed and follow the rules of the world

Is the school safe? Are there precautions in place to protect the students?

How many students die each year?

What I don't look at:

Diversity of the school. The school can teach a certain type of magic and only allow in certain people and not lose points.

Meddling students. If the students go off on their own and meddle, and then they get hurt, the school does not lose points for that.

Does not looking at the moral quality of what they are learning, if they are taught how to survive in the world, even if the school is a morally corrupt world the school will be ranking high for what it is expected to do within the society.

My Ranking:

The Magic School Bus

Scholomance

Assassination Classroom

Royal Prep Academy from Sofia the First

My Hero Academia

Hexside: The Owl House

Augfort Adventuring Academy

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters X-Man School

Jean Gray Institute for Higher Learning 

Ninth House

Winx School

Shiz University from Wicked 

Unicorn Academy 

Wiztech from wizards of Waverly Place

The School for Good and Evil 

Every Heart a Doorway 

Hogwarts 

Gowpenny Academy of Arcane Arts 

Forth Wing War College 

Camp Half Blood 

JJK

Massachusetts Bay Academy from X-Men

[soundleer]

your designs.......your designs look so chewable /vpos /aff

especially jev, gray, and black

can x

can x chew on them please.. /silly

promise mx bites don't hurt . maybe . smiles smilingly . x'm normal /silly

wheeheheeee flattereddd!! im giggling as i receive tgis, yes you may chew on them hehehe /silly

*bites affectionately*

[audreys-candelabra]

You better hype me up for this one because it's my favorite.

[bestbookfriends]

Right?!? And yet so many fan images have them mere inches apart in height.

Like, there is no situation short of them laying side-by-side or him literally holding her up where her forehead could rest on his cheek.

Not sure why, but I get unreasonably ragey when people draw Vi and Xaden and she's able to rest her head on his shoulder or against his cheek.

She's not that tall!

She's tiny compared to him, like at least 8" shorter.

[kodapear]

Having a nocturnal dragon that only likes sleeping in trees can be challenging at times.

At least there's a cool view.

[willfullwanderer]

wonder who this is!

[myloveofbooks]

[myunperfektpiecesofart]

Little Collection of handmade Bookmarks

So I tried doing some BOOKMARKS that are fitting the book. For that I spend even more time on pinterest to get some inspo.

Anyways, that are my finished pieces, hope you like it :)

My alltime favourite books:

[beifong-brainrot]

Funny how emo boy Huan is probably like the sanest of his siblings.

Baatar Jr and Kuvira started a fascist dictatorship and perhaps created the avatar version of nuclear warfare. Opal and the twins are probably like traumatised beyond repair after the day of the colossus.

[cryptic-ave]

Book rant ahead

There's one thing that really annoys me when it comes to authors, funnily enough it's usually always the white ones, and that's when they have something cultural in their book or include characters of colour and dont write them properly or when they reference a language but they DONT DO ANY RESEARCH.

Especially with the whole Rebecca Yarros thing going on where she used Scottish Gaelic and didn't bother to do any research about pronounction prior to using it. In an interview, she goes and pronounces Gaelic wrong, saying gay-lic (Irish gaelic) instead of what it should be, which is (gah-lic). In that interview, she mispronounces the few words she used in her book, saying that, that was how she "prefers to say them" as if she didn't just reference it.

And here in lies my problem. Though I am not Scottish, it's irritating to see how ignorant some authors choose to be over things like these. They choose not to do enough research, choose not to become educated, and go around saying whatever suits them best. Why didn't she research this language before she used it? Why did she only decide to educate herself AFTER she was called out? Why must it take backlash for some authors to finally appreciate different languages, religions, and cultures?

Now I'm not saying we should attack every author who makes mistakes because sometimes, even when you do your research, you miss just the smallest thing (coming from a writer). But in this case, it's clear that she didn't do any research beforehand and chose to stay ignorant on the matter, and that's what we should be putting focus on. Ignorance is not bliss. Especially when you have all the tools to educate yourself and then you don't.

It just infuriates me. But of course, everyone will accept her apology and act as though it never happened, and i suppose that's fine, but this always happens, and im getting tired of it. Anyway she's also a zionist and for these reasons I don't like her and never intend to read her books.

End of rant.

[nonasuch]

IT IS TIME: Miss Universe National Costume 2023

it's here! the Met Gala for people who actually understand what camp is!

yes I'm like 3 months late, but I sat down and watched the damn thing. I put up with the horrible little rhyming couplets for each contestant so you don't have to. and without further ado:

Albania: Starting off very Victoria’s Secret this year! Apparently it’s gold for important symbolism reasons, not just because everything in this competition is blinged out to within an inch of its life. The wings do look nice in motion!

Angola has a good balance of bling, actual cultural dress, and oh hey it has surprise bonus art on the back! That will be a theme this year.

Argentina: Why is there a guy in a hat right down at the bottom edge of her cape. He looks like he’s staring at her butt. How does this represent their flag.

Aruba: This is fine. I like the coral. She thinks climate change is bad. Her parrot is clearly way too heavy to hold up and it wobbles like crazy in motion.

Australia: This is now multiple years in a row that Australia has just worn a fucking prom dress. It’s got native wildflowers on. You could have made this exact same dress with a Great Barrier Reef theme and I would have liked it 80% more.

Bahamas: This costume is allegedly based on a 19th-century doll from the Bahamas “world famous straw market,” which is already bullshit; I googled “bahamas straw market antique doll” and like. they both have big skirts? I guess? Anyway now I’m too distracted by the way she has a hoop skirt awkwardly jammed under there and hiked up on one side. Minus ten for poor construction.

Bahrain's theme is “Bahrain’s pearl heritage,” which like. I guess? The headdress and yoke are pretty. Put more pearls on the actual outfit. Kudos for getting to wear pants.

Belgium: Girl. No. Why is your theme “Latin dance” and why are you wearing a spangly cocktail dress with a totally unrelated piece of fabric fluttering behind it? (Apparently the fabric was designed by a member of Belgium’s royal family? Who is a fashion designer? This is what nepotism gets you.)

Bolivia saw Aruba’s parrot and was like, I can do that better. And she was right! It’s way less wobbly and the costume as a whole does work better. Also made from recycled materials, so we’ll see if that’s a theme again this year. The back of the cape is nice too.

Sadly, Bolivia's parrot supremacy was short-lived, because Brazil was like, bitch please. I see your sad little parrots and raise you FOUR giant parrots, and also the shoulder parrots are articulated and can turn their heads back and forth. I think Brazil wins the parrot competition that only she knew she was in.

[rebelfell]

reindeer games┃(for your viewing pleasure-verse)

pornstar!eddie x director!reader

we’re gonna call this a belated holiday blurb 🎄

cw: no smut, but there’s allusions to mutual masturbation and an over abundance of filthy flirting b/c these two simply can’t help themselves. the concept for eddie’s shoot is inspired by this (nsfw) incredible freaking art by @safk-art.

18+, MDNI┃2.2k

You’ve never been a fan of these calendar shoots.

It takes practically the entire day and the studio is packed full because they bring in just about every performer under contract to participate.

It’s loud and chaotic, lots of PAs running back and forth with the most random assortment of props you’ve ever seen. And it’s stifling hot with all the bustling bodies, equipment and lightboxes, flash bulbs going off every five seconds.

Right now there’s a few girls in Victoria’s Secret-esque getups with feathery angel wings being cupids for February, while two more covered in glittery body paint are getting ready to pose in a cauldron to be a “pot of gold” for March. After them, it’ll be girls in big yellow rain boots with matching caps and nothing else spraying one another with a hose for April. 

The remaining months are still in the process of being set up, backdrops being changed out and lighting adjusted. On the furthest wall, there’s a big board with everyone’s assignments and the various call times as well as mock-ups of each concept and who will participate in the photo.

You’ve already visited the board and deduced your first stop will be the wardrobe department so you can get your costume. You’ve also noted that a certain someone will likely be finishing up his turn at the make-up mirror right around the same time you’re done being fitted.

When you emerge from behind the curtained off area set up for people to change, yours eyes meet Eddie’s across all the chaos and he’s immediately getting up from his chair, striding towards you.

Your body can’t help but react to his presence, despite your best efforts to keep your face neutral and squash the urge to run directly into his arms.

You might’ve thought it had been days or weeks since you saw him, rather than mere hours. You might’ve thought you woke up that morning on opposite coasts rather than with your naked limbs entwined and tangled up in your bedsheets. You might’ve thought he was some kind of long lost lover whose face was fading from memory the way your heart leapt just from seeing him.

Still, you know you can’t greet him the way you want to. Not with all these people around.

Word has yet to get around about you two, and you intend to keep it that way. The current theory is that what happened at the awards was just a fluke—a random, drunken, one-night thing. 

(A one-night thing that’s led to the best weeks of your life, but that’s neither here nor there.)

You’re meant to be playing it cool, keeping things professional, still holding all your cards decidedly close to your vests, at least for the time being.

But Eddie's not exactly making it easy.

He lets his dressing gown slip open slightly as he walks over, showing off a little more of the top of his chest and his thick, muscular neck where it meets his pronounced collarbones.

Slut, you think with the utmost affection.

The boy certainly makes for a cute Rudolph.

He’s snagged the coveted December slot, and the creative director has chosen a bondage theme—hence the body harness they’ve got him in under his thin robe, as well as a collar with jingling gold bells and a pair of antlers on top of his mop of unruly curls. For the picture, he’s also going to be tied up with Christmas lights, struggling against the illuminated ties while you and the rest of the ‘reindeer’ stand around him laughing and teasing him mercilessly for his bright red ‘nose.’

You imagine that’s what he was in the chair for, getting the head of his dick painted with deep scarlet rouge so it’ll look like it’s shining.

It’s all seems like a bit much, but even you have to admit you’re excited to see the end result.

He scans up and down with those mischievous eyes, all the while having to resist the urge to slip his hands around your waist and pull you into him, showing you just how redundant you’ve made the Viagra he popped earlier. He should have known he wouldn’t even need it once you were on set.

He snaps his fingers and points, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “Let me guess…Vixen?” 

The bells on the collar around your neck jingle as you smile and shake your head.

“More like Dancer,” you replied lowly, dropping to a breathy whisper when he got close enough to hear. “Or did you forget last night already?”

“Not forgetting that anytime soon,” he promised in a husky whisper of his own.

You shiver at his words as they trickle down your back, and you can almost feel his hands on you exactly as they were the night before—fingers splayed wide to hold onto as much of you as possible when he reached out for your ass.

The dance had started out innocently enough, as a brainstorming session for your next project, only for it to devolve as it often did these days into you attacking one another once one or both of you could no longer restrain yourselves. The pretense of you as a stripper giving your security guard a lap dance as thanks for chasing away a handsy creep fell away, along with your clothes.

This newfound aspect of your relationship was certainly inspiring a lot of ideas, but it had proved to be more of a hindrance to your work ethic than anything else. Still, you couldn’t be too broken up about it. Not when you’re having the best sex of your personal and professional life combined.

“Not forgetting this anytime soon, either,” Eddie adds, still staring raptly at your costume.

You and the other girls are dressed pretty simply in matching brown teddies and antlers of your own, plus collars similar to Eddie’s. They’re also going to paint your faces to look more like deer, with cute little noses and tiny white freckles and extra-long lashes. And yeah, it’s a little silly. But the way a certain pair of bright brown eyes are pouring over you right now…it’s well worth it.

“Hey…think you get to keep this?” he asks quietly, carefully fingering the marabou trim.

“Unlikely,” you frown and then eye him coyly. “But Tina might let me borrow it…assuming it’ll be returned to her in pristine condition.”

Eddie hisses softly through his teeth and his head quickly shakes back and forth.

“Yeeeeah, I can’t guarantee that,” he chuckles.

You deliver a light swat to his chest. Not too flirty, but not strictly platonic either. Though, it’s times like these that make you wonder why you bother.

Anyone looking on could probably see straight through your paltry attempt to act disinterested, and you’ve already started getting third degrees from some of your friends in the industry who have seen the massage tape.

Almost as soon as it was came out, you were being bombarded. People were quick to praise the chemistry between you and your co-star, but they were even quicker to drop their voices to a hushed and conspiring whisper as they asked what was ‘going on’ between you two.

And when you tried to say it was nothing or that you were just friends…it didn’t exactly go over.

You’re joking, right? Nah, no one is that good an actor, babe. The man is fully obsessed with you. Just look at his face when he—

So, yeah, okay, word was likely going to get out. But it wasn’t going to be today.

Right now, you just had to focus on taking this photo and getting through the rest of the day so you could spend the rest of your night with the adorable creature standing before you.

“I’m headed for make-up,” you offer. And in a lightning-quick move, you reach out to squeeze his arm, then swipe at it gently like you were just brushing off a piece of lint for him.

Very discreet. So covert.

Eddie tucks his chin to his chest as he nods, his eyes still roving over you and your skin he can see through the sheer material. You move to walk past him, letting your hip graze decidedly against his.

“Smile pretty,” you whisper under your breath.

It’s not too much longer before they’re calling people over for your shot and instructing Eddie to get in position first. He drops his gown and sinks to his knees in the center of the frame, hard and freshly pumped cock bobbing between his thighs. The fake polyester snow on the floor provides at least a little cushioning, and the red on his head looks extra bright against the sparkly white.

The effect is…extremely distracting. 

Even knowing it’s just make-up, as is the fake cum dribbling from his tip, your mind swirls with recent memories of his cock looking just like this in real life—his own fist wrapped tight around it, sliding up and down in long, even strokes; your dresser rattling as he leans on it for support while you lay with your legs splayed wide in your bed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit.

His eyes meet yours briefly and from the way they flash, you’re certain he’s remembering it too.

Once the photographer is happy with Eddie’s placement, the PAs come to tie his hands behind his back. They wind the strands of lights around his arms and torso up to his shoulders, draping them across his chest and then crossing them behind his back. Two of the girls are given the ends to hold so he looks like he’s hog-tied.

The light bounces prettily off his pale skin that glows a rosy pink, and you make a mental note to shoot him in similar lighting. Soon.

Maybe you’ll do something like this, but with just the Christmas lights. Him in your bed, his delicate wrists tied to your headboard, those soft rainbow lights the only color in the darkened room aside from that of a deep, cool blue winter night…

Okay, seriously. You’ve got to stop.

You’re at work, don’t forget.

Luckily, they’re placing the rest of you now and you’re brought into the foreground to stand next to Eddie. The two of you exchange another look as they fine tune the lighting, and you shoot him the subtlest wink you can manage. It’s short, so quick he nearly misses it, but it’s all he needs to be absolutely certain his dick will stay hard for the remainder of the shoot. Maybe the whole day.

He’s only vaguely aware of the girls standing behind him, or all the people crowded in behind the camera. Once they start shooting, his vision tunnels until all that’s left in focus is you.

The only thing he knows is it’s probably a good thing his hands are tied. Because the way you’re looking, he could not be held responsible for where his hands would wander if they were free. 

Eddie gives himself over to the character he’s meant to be playing, and it’s really not all that hard acting pathetic and desperate for you. The lights he’s all tangled up in tighten as the girls holding either end pull them taut, and the room fills with their giggling as they laugh at him.

But honestly, Eddie doesn’t have any idea what the rest of the reindeer are doing. All he can focus any of his attention on is you in that damn teddy, pinching his chin between your thumb and index finger to make him look at you, smirking like he’s a piece of dirt you wouldn’t let lick your kneecap, let alone anything more erogenous, no matter how hard he begged you for it.

Yet somehow, he’s only more eager to try.

He knows they have the shot they want almost immediately, but they go through a few more poses just to have options. In one, they have you stand with one of your heels planted on Eddie’s chest and if you stay like that much longer, the fake cum on his tip is gonna have company.

Finally, they’re satisfied and there’s a great deal of droning chatter that sort of fades into static as they start to move on to the next shoot.

The rest of the girls wander off, but you kneel and start to unwrap the strands of Christmas lights for him. And they weren’t that tight, but you still massage his wrists once they’re freed and lean in close to his ear so you can whisper how well he did. His cock kicks up all over again at your gentle doting and he wonders if you’ll keep this up tonight at hom—your place.

Once he’s freed, you start to wind up the lights in your hand and glance around for the PAs who are nowhere to be found. You then push the coil into Eddie’s hands and give him a level look.

“See if you can sneak those out,” you instruct him with a smirk. “I’ve got plans for them later.”

ty for reading, merry late whatever-you-celebrate! ❄️💋

[sreppub]

straight up, I wish you would write a fic to go with the art of Bruce crying over baby-fied Duke and Damian 🥹

The art in question :)

"Why are you crying?" Tim's incredulous toddler voice actually kind of surprises Bruce into stopping, just for a moment. It's not like he hadn't realized his eyes were getting glassy, but he thought he'd be safe to relax a little bit in his Alfred-ordered isolation with three drowsy babies while the older, noisier kids were being kept busy in a completely different wing of the manor.

The younger boys had been getting fussy but, thankfully, went to sleep within minutes of Bruce reclining on his bed with the both of them. He and Alfred had figured out how to troubleshoot with them pretty quickly; with Damian, try putting him down, and with Duke, try picking him up. Like two angelic little charms, Damian had settled down in the crook of Bruce's armpit, and Duke found peace atop Bruce's chest. Tim, his little wildcard, had been extremely wiggly when Bruce instructed him to lay on the bed beside Damian, so after some deliberation Bruce told him he instead could sit on the floor with his dinosaur encyclopedia (Bruce's, actually, from decades ago). Quiet time was still restful, right? Probably. Tim had seemed pleased—at least, until he wasn't and looked up to see if Bruce had gotten up to anything new while he'd been whispering, "Wow!" at faded dinosaur illustrations for the last half hour.

Are all three-year-olds capable of sounding so judgemental, or is his kid just special?

God, kids are so funny. If terrifying.

"I guess I felt sad," Bruce answers after a moment. He'd been grieving, mostly. Damian may not have died when Bruce thought he did, but Bruce had lost him. He'd missed out on a tiny, round-faced baby that drools like a waterfall, inherited his stupid pointed eyebrows, and has a dimpled little baby grip like a vice. Duke, who they'd thought would be funny to be dressed in pastel yellow, is happiest when he's being held, and all Bruce can think about is two people who were probably so in love with this kid they could barely put him down between them (and he couldn't blame them), and he feels like he has stolen this moment from them. He also couldn't give it back to them if he tried.

Bruce can only guess at what an appropriate level of honesty with a toddler is, so he just distills his rabbithole of heartwrenching thoughts into 'sad'.

Tim scrunches his little face in confusion, and Bruce's heart clenches because it's unbearably charming.

"The babies are making you sad?" It's clear from his tone that he's skeptical that the babies are capable of much of anything. They're not even awake, is the implied judgement. Before Bruce can formulate a response, Tim has scrambled up onto the bed and the man watches in slow motion as his fat little hand reaches for his fat little brother.

"Tim—" Bruce hisses, but the boy has already gotten a hold of Damian's chin, and is now... playing. The infant's sleeping pout is popped open, and closed, and open again, as Tim waggles his fingers. The first incredible thing that happens is that Damian remains fast asleep, sparse eyebrows furrowing but otherwise generally unbothered by the action. The second incredible thing is that Tim starts growling, in his soft little baby voice, in time with his puppeteering of Damian's mouth.

"Rrrroaw," he murmurs. "I'm a Dami-saur. Rrrrahh." And then he looks up at Bruce expectantly, like there's no way anyone would still think this baby is sad, when he's clearly a dinosaur and is therefore awesome.

Bruce still feels somewhat overwhelmed, but for different reasons now. He risks reaching for Duke's sleeping little face and mirroring Tim's antics. "Grrr." The two babies have a very gentle but thought-provoking back-and-forth conversation until Tim also drifts into sleep, his little hand caught in a very tiny raptor grip.