#haha welp

[randomdork-artdump]

I have rendered it.

I keep telling myself I wouldn't but I did it anyway

[the90spastelflowershop]

Looking for a man who can be my baby girl really

[thckthighs-n-brwneyes]

*sigh* im tryna love you but you keep ignoring me </3

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

The mighty fall

Timari January: Day 18 (It’s good to be king) by @maribat-calendar-events

Summary: Blood red lips curled into a smirk. “Interesting of you to look down on me when you just picked a lock to get in here. What were you about to do?”

Back to Timari January 2023 Masterlist

Tim poked his head into room after room. He was, of course, looking for one room in particular, but he wasn’t able to ask where the private office was unless he wanted to draw suspicion immediately after he had walked into the dumb masquerade he was infiltrating. This, unfortunately, led to a lot of awkward moments where he had to stumble back out because the people inside of the rooms were partaking in activities that many Christians would disapprove of.

Not that he was Christian. But that didn’t mean he was all that fond of walking in on or watching people enjoy themselves in that particular way.

So, he continued on, his face heating up under the masquerade mask he had to wear. It was made of simple red lace, which he was hoping would somewhat wash out the pinkness of his cheeks.

He found a locked door and his eyes narrowed behind his mask. He glanced from side to side, checking for guards, and then knelt to pick the lock as quickly as he could. Which was pretty quick. Rich people tended to be overconfident, assuming that if they simply paid enough for an expensive security service they wouldn’t have to bother doing anything else. There weren't any cameras dotting the halls, and the locks were so simple that he could pick them without even taking out his usual lockpicking jack.

The door swung open.

It looked to be a private bedroom. A rather nice one, yes, with its velvety duvet and a small chandelier being used for light, but it was nothing more than a place where the Powers – or maybe their most beloved and esteemed guests – slept. He might have groaned to himself over the waste of time if it wasn’t for the weird way the light in the room swayed. The chandelier was moving just slightly, the crystals making the light refract strangely.

His eyes were pulled to it.

There was a woman there. She, too, wore a masquerade mask – a white one with a design that could have been a fox or a cat, he couldn’t quite tell from his current angle. She wore a long dress that trailed just past the chandelier, but there was a slit on one side that would have allowed her to bunch it all up on her hip and run if the need arose. One high-heel-adorned foot hung over the side, bouncing to a beat he couldn’t hear.

Not that he thought she was actually listening to music. He couldn’t see her eyes through her mask, a thin black fabric was stretched beneath the eyeholes and it would likely take getting too close for comfort to tell what her eye color was, but he could feel her gaze on him just fine.

He froze up. Some dumb part of him wished he had gone through more effort to make his outfit stand out. Most of him just recognized that she was a threat and didn’t want to find out what weapons she had hidden on herself the hard way.

She apparently dismissed him, her head going back to pointing at the necklace in her hand. It was gaudy, with large pearls that had to be worth thousands each and a large piece of aquamarine in the center. She hummed, quietly appraising it, and then smiled and stuffed it into a shimmering black purse.

“Well, since you saw me, are you going to join me?”

She hopped off of the chandelier. She started back to the vanity, which had an assortment of jewels strewn across the top in a way that seemed careless. He wasn’t sure if that was because the Powers didn’t bother to take care of their expensive items or because the thief had torn through the jewelry in search of something of use.

“You’re decently cute, I’d be happy to let you run home with something. For a price.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in hopes that it would stop her from seeing the way his face reddened at the sudden compliment. “I don’t think –.”

“Aw, c’mon. I’m giving you a great deal. All you have to do is leave without telling the guards and I’ll give you some pretty new things. I’ll even help you up into the chandelier if you want. It’s fun up there – makes you feel powerful… it’s good to be king for just a few minutes.”

He leaned against the doorframe. “Not interested. I don’t like the idea of stealing their stuff for no good reason.”

“Mine now,” she said lightly.

“Afraid it doesn’t work like that,” he said, shaking his head.

She gave a low hum. Blood red lips curled into a smirk. “Interesting of you to look down on me when you just picked a lock to get in here. What were you about to do?”

“That’s different.”

“Is it, now?” She said, pulling her face into a mocking pout. Heels clicked as she made her way over, her hands laced behind her back. “Tell me, how is it different? Is it because it’s you? Because you can’t be a bad person?”

His jaw set. She was trying to get a rise out of him. He wasn’t stupid, he could tell that much. She wanted him to reveal something.

“Or is it because you think you’re doing something for good? You said ‘for no good reason’, and that implies you think that stealing is okay in specific circumstances...” 

His shoulders tensed just slightly, and her expression contorted into something cold and cruel. Like a shark that had just smelled blood in the water and was circling in for the kill.

“So that’s it. I guess it makes sense, you clearly do fancy yourself a hero. Trying to stop me and all,” she said. She shook her head. “I would rethink being a hero here, though. Getting on the bad side of a rich person… well, it’s not a smart thing to do in Gotham.”

“Doesn’t seem to be stopping you,” he scoffed.

She gave a light laugh, though it sounded off. Wrong. “Little things like their jewelry don’t matter to them. Look at how they treat their things. I doubt they’d even notice anything gone.”

She leaned close. Close enough that he could see the outline of her eyes. They were crinkled at the corners, mirth hiding in their expression.

“But if you really want to act like a hero, then you can go ahead and die like one.”

[viscerasteel]

I started playing FFXV again.

Some regrets is that now my brain refuses to stop fixating on it, so now I'm debating making a playlist for one of the boys so im gonna have you all decide based on literally nothing but names :)

[hoodiehydra]

*rubs hands* I'm going to have my try at a request here. *slips paper* Can I have some Ruv x Reader fluff where they confess to one another?

Oh hello! *picks up paper* Yeah, sure. I love Ruv’s personality since it’s quite interesting to write with. I’m gonna do my best here.

Ruv x reader

Short, small fluff between you and a stoic, wanted criminal from Russia.

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You.

You were a normal person, in a normal city, with a normal life, walking down the streets.

“Hey.” A voice came up from behind you.

You nearly shrieked, startled from the sudden sound.

“Oh, Ruv, it’s you. You scared me,” You sighed in relief.

The tall Russian chuckled in amusement from your reaction, making you blush a little. He was a close friend of yours, yes, but to you, he was more than a friend. Could you help it though? He was undeniably attractive, and it was difficult to not fall for him, especially since you two were really close.

Despite your feelings, you knew you didn’t stand a chance with him. I mean- sure, you two were close but there were others. You never regarded yourself as his “type”, you were the exact opposite of him. Bubbly, sweet and optimistic. Not a chance. You sighed internally.

“You good?” He asked.

Instantly, you snapped out of your deep thoughts. You were completely unaware of the fact that you were caught in a daze. God, he probably thought you were weird. Way to go.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You stuttered.

Shit, why did you stutter? Great.

He huffed a little, and you started to walk away, with him following you.

“Why are you following me?” You asked

He shrugged. You facepalmed, it was always like this. He didn’t speak much, and you had no idea how you were attracted to him in the first place. Oh well.

“Hey, Ruv… did you ever- did you ever have a crush on someone?” You asked. You didn’t have a filter on. You wanted to know.

Ruv stopped in his tracks abruptly, shocked by your question. What? Sorry, did he hear you right? Really sudden question, but he tried his best to hide it. It was true, he did have a crush on someone, Sarvente, at some point, but it was just for a month. Truth be told, he did have a crush.

“…” Ruv muttered something under his breath. At that point, you got suspicious.

“Could you repeat?” You asked.

“Yes.” Ruv quickly blurted out, incredibly embarrassed.

Can’t say you didn’t expect that, I mean- you didn’t think he would show interest in anyone, but then again, he still has feelings. Oh well, it’s not exactly the feelings you expected from him, but who were you to judge?

You realised that this conversation was being held on the sidewalk. Not a very private area, is it? Your car was just up ahead, so you unlocked it and let Ruv in— he was still very embarrassed by your question, but he still went in.

The radio instantly turned on, but it fizzed and cracked more than it was playing music, which was very annoying. You smacked the radio, trying to make it sound a but better, but to no avail. As usual, Ruv was silent.

“Sooooo… you have a crush? Wait, don’t tell me- is it Sarvente again?” You were scared of his answer, afraid it would be yes.

“No.” He stated, nothing more.

At this point, you didn’t know whether to be relieved or sad. It wasn’t Sarvente, but he didn’t say it was you.

“Can I know who it is?” An attempt at coaxing him out of his tough shell.

“You.” He said, obviously without thought.

what?

How was this possible? Of course you were happy, but was he serious? He wouldn’t joke, but you were still finding it difficult to process that information.

So, your crush, who you have liked for a long time, LIKES YOU BACK? You would have screamed if he wasn’t there.

Ruv, on the other hand, couldn’t believe what he had just said. He confessed, without wanting to confess. What was wrong with him? He wanted to die right then and there.

“Are you serious?” You asked, baffled.

“Yeah?” He wasn’t sure what to say.

“Ruv, I like you too. I have liked you for a very long time and I am so glad you returned those feelings.” You breathed out, but you cut yourself off before you overshared. You were now facing him, and both your faces were burning from both the confessions.

Just then, the radio finally came on.

“Oh, it must be true love, true love,” Was all that could be heard in the car from the radio when you turned it off. It was a huge, unbelievable coincidence and this moment didn’t feel real. But it was, you realised it, after you pinched yourself.

“So, what are we?” You asked.

“I guess we could… date?” Ruv was still unsure. He was new to this, both of you were, but this was a good chance for the both of you to try.

“Sure.” You smiled.

And for the first time, a small grin was showed on Ruv’s face.

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This is pretty late, my apologies.

I hope you enjoyed! I clearly suck at writing these scenes, and I have no excuse.

Time to get to my next story.

[chaosgremlinmunson]

'Argyle? What kind of name was Argyle?!' he thought to himself. All he had wanted to do was become an artist, yet he'd been pushed to work for his father, and as a 'secret agent' no less.

Secret Agent his ass, he was a glorified imposter to this dope ass dude, pretending to be his friend. Well, he was SUPPOSED to be pretending anyway... To top it off he's supposed to all but STALK a 13 year old girl with super powers who could kill him just as easily as look in his general direction.

'Christ, what am I even doing?!' he thought as he pulled on his surfer boy chic disguise they'd chosen for him. At least he could still smoke, he could at least pretend this was all normal when he was high.

He shook off his melancholy and prepared himself to play his role. The only problem was he's falling hard for his fake best friend.

As Argyle walked out of his room to the small kitchenette of his studio apartment he couldn't stop thinking about that fact. He was hopelessly in love with Jonathan Michael Byers. His Jonny boy who thought Argyle was a dopey pizza restaurant manager. Who thought Argyle was the best™ wingman for any and all shenanigans.

When Jon met Argyle it was partly by chance, partly planned. See, the thing is most of his life was planned out now. Not that anyone bothered to get his input for those plans, hell, he wasn't even made aware of them until he was needed for his fabricated role they wanted him to play.

If Argyle was being completely gonest with himself, it pissed him off. Here he was, forced to work because some years ago two people were horny and decided to have sex. How was that his fault?! The cherry on the cake though was he got stuck with good old dad. His dad who hated his existence, who had decided to tell his only son that he would kill him had he not agreed to this job.

So, he had agreed, he was told once they'd gotten Eleven he would be free to do whatever he wanted, live however and wherever he wanted. Great...Only flaw in that plan was they failed to explain to him that Eleven was as a child with special powers. And they failed to explain to him that he, of all people, was going to be on his own to do this...this impossible task.

Argyle went to his van intent on going to see Jon for the day and to check on El- Jane. She wanted to be called Jane. He parked outside the house and took a deep breath, he was going to come clean to them today. He loved Jonathan Byers, and the entire Byers family. If they found out on their own he could only imagine how death would feel better than seeing the disappointment on their faces.

He made his way to the door, but before he could raise his fist to knock it had flown open hitting him square in the face.

"You lied! Friends don't lie!" Jane was yelling as she launched herself at him.

"Jane, let him come in, let him explain..." Jonathan started, he looked sad and stressed.

"Oh....Oh shit." Argyle muttered, a sharp intake of breath. "H-how did you find out?"

"Are you fucking serious?! That's you're response?! That's all you can say?!" Jonathan glared at him, "Ok, you know what? Whatever. Get your ass in here. Sit down and explain. NOW."

So Argyle walked in, his chest tight. He sat heavily at the small kitchen table and hung his head dragging his hands down his face and looking up at them, tears close to spilling down his cheeks.

"Yeah....Yeah I can explain." He looked back down trying to memorize the pattern of the table, and proceeded to tell them how his father worked directly for the man Jane used to call Papa. How his father was abusive bastard, he gave them a short run down of his child hood and the gut wrencing fear Alan, his father, had instilled into him as a small child.

He went on to tell them about how he'd been coerced into this, apologizing every few words, he was actually coming over to tell them today. He wanted to stop. No more contact with them, he wouldn't let them get to Jane. He'd rather die, but he understands if they want him to leave, he probably would in their position.

He drew in a shaky breath the tears now flowing down his face, he didn't bother trying to stop them, he deserves to feel every bit of pain. He deserved for them to hate him for betraying them this way. He took another shaking breath, "I love you...all of you." his voice cracking and his tried to not sob out what he needed to say before he disappeared from their life forever, "You are all more of a family than I have ever had. And Jon, I- Oh, god, you probably hate me...and...and I don't blame you, you know? Before I leave though I just need to tell you that I'm so sorry. I know it's not enough, God, how could it be? But....I am... and" He swallowed thickly, he needed to say it, especially if this was the last time he was ever going to see them. "Since you already hate me and I'll probably never see you again after this...I need to let you know, Jon... I- I'm in love with you."

He sat in silence refusing to look up. After a good few moments Jane walked up him and hugged him once. Sternly she said, "Don't lie again?" it was more demand than a question, and all he could do was nod, tears falling faster now. He couldn't look up as Jonathan walked past him. He heard sniffling, he wasn't sure from who, but his heart broke even more. He knew though he had no one to blame for this except himself.

[varokai]

"...as a matter of fact, no it wasn't."

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[alpaca-clouds]

Welp, got out of my second viewing of Honor Among Thieves, and I now am in the possession of a witty little plotbunny (haha, "little", this is gonna be a long(ish) fic. Because apparently I am writing for this fandom now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But I really, really wanna write a longer Edgin x Xenk fic. And that is specifically one, that does include a dungeon. Because for a movie named: Dungeons & Dragons, the movie was rather light on the dungeon part.

[ntaliavr]

not to be dramatic but i am sincerely so fucking tired of being the girl after the long term relationship. the transition, the distraction, the placeholder. i’m reliable and convenient and will make them feel good until the breakup hits them. and the time it hits them is always when i’m already used to their good morning and good night texts, when it feels wrong to sleep without them, when their eventual departure feels like the end of the fucking world. because it always is. because i’ll fall in love and grow so attached yet i somehow can never seem to compete with the love given by the girl before me

[strawberriessandcigarettes]

aadhi jawani corona le gaya aur baaki aadhi “me and who” karte karte nikal rahi hai 🫠

[randomdork-artdump]

[Drawing Promts : Interactions]

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Bonus:

[thomasbrodiesandwich]

harry/hermione 😋

NOPE. theyre very "bestie vibes only" to me!

[duck-in-box]

I am NEVER going into the ocean again orcas are so scary

Like they PUNT seals for FUN

They sunk like THREE SHIPS somewhere and are teaching OTHER ORCAS HOW TO DO IT AS WELL

get ready for the orcaning

They finna TAKE OVER THE WORD

[velnica]

Instead of writing I just redid my Tumblr theme. I guess it's that kinda night, huh? 🙃

[screechingcrowngardener]

While walking home, I came across a single crow.

"Why do you look so sad?" The Crow asked.

"To us you are death," I reply.

"To us you are the same," The Crow said.

Before I could answer, it flew away.