#hope this isn’t too late

[hypertechnica]

i’m going to make fiddauthor art with fidds wearing his wedding ring and you are NOT going to like it

big obligatory banner that says “cheating is bad don’t do it i just like stories with relationship drama”

closeted, internally homophobic gay men who are married with kids has to be the trope i’m weakest to. no person involved is escaping the despair brought on by a relationship built on a well intentioned, desperate lie, born out of a desire to be normal and good

he WANTED to love her so fucking badly. he felt no ill will towards her and he loves their son more than words can say. he thought the attraction, the way she felt about him, would come with time. it didn’t. he doesn’t want to hurt her yet was doomed to from the start, and he’s truly, truly sorry. this does not absolve him of anything whatsoever and she has the full right to never want to speak with him again. he lied! he pretended to feel the same when he never once felt anything but platonic affection! he’s been in love with someone else this whole fucking time! and their kid… he’s caught in the middle of it all, too young to understand why his father would hurt his family like this.

and then he disappears and never comes back. imagine you’re 5 and your dad goes to the middle of the woods with his buddy for science shit, all of the sudden your parents are yelling on the phone and signing papers, and then he goes MIA. for years.

imagine your husbands “buddy” was the one he was thinking of all this time, not you, never you. and the first chance he gets to run away from you, he takes, and you should have been suspicious by the rushed frenzy of it all, the phone calls getting shorter and shorter until it fizzles to nothing. he forgot to get you a christmas gift. he hand-made him two. there has to be something wrong with you, it has to be your fault. you wish you married the man he becomes when he’s in his presence.

he folded when you started questioning him directly - he’d been to neurotic to ever be a good liar. you thought he was the one. he thought you were nice.

by the time the divorce is finalized he’s different in a wrong way. confused, angry, forgetful, insane - if the giant homicidal robot pterodactyl you’ve been harassed by is any indication. (he’s had a bad habit of building homicidal robots when he’s mad since they met -engineer things- but it was never directed at her - thankfully it never actually does anything) he’s clearly abusing drugs - you’d feel bad if he hadn’t abandoned you with the burden of explaining why your son can’t see his father anymore.

it’s a rotten bit of your soul, but time heals you. you move on and no longer think of him. trust in your career. find a man who truly loves you with no motives attached. raise your kid to be a good man. and in a fashion not unlike shakespearean dramatic irony, this makes him move to gravity falls to find and take care of his father. you couldn’t care less what hee doing now, but damn it, it’s his father, what is the kid supposed to do? but its futile- he appears to have no remorse, hell, no memory of the incident in the first place. (this isn’t his fault but how are they supposed to know that?) so he grows bitter and cold just like his mother used to be.

imagine that.

all over a mans inability to do anything but live in denial. to force himself to live in a box and pine like a dying man over the right one at the wrong time, destined to crash and burn. to take denial to a new level- a cult, brain damaging radiation, a total ego death - just to take the edge off. take off that damn wedding ring

[turtleblogatlast]

Don’t think I ever quite said what my LGBTQ+ headcanons are for the boys, so these are my current thoughts! Always changing of course but this is what I feel most strongly right now.

[mysterytwins-anda-triangle]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIPPER AND MABEL :D 🥳🎂

🌲💫

AAA THANK YOU! WOWOWO!

Thanks! That cake is looking at me kinda weird, though, haha.

[big-girls-forever]

Oh so I just have to like send a body part?

Well pussy was already done so…

Let’s go nipples or tongue!

(Or a type of TF! But yes. Also I’ve got lots of ideas, don’t be afraid to send similar requests!)

Porque no los dos? *zap*

Your breasts grow very rapidly in your shirt, which is odd because you asked for nipples or tongue. You’re at least glad that you went sans bra as you go up to a eat and even C-cup, or there abouts, making your shirt tent a bit. But what gets you is the sensation on your nipples, which starts with a soft, ticklish sensation that’s followed by an almost unbearable, arousing burning for a few seconds. When the feeling ends, you look over to the mirror on the wall and something is… different. Your breasts are larger, yes, but their nipples also seem to have shifted and grown more horizontal than vertical, more pliant, and strangely… open? You swiftly pull up your shirt to reveal that in place of your nipples are two sets of plump, rounded lips, silently waiting. You tentatively touch one and find that sure enough, just behind them is a wet mouth, complete with teeth and a tongue. The sensation as you probe the opening is astounding, as if you’ve surrounded your finger with your nipple (which you suppose you have) as the lips close of their own accord and begin to suck on your finger vigorously. It feels so good that it takes you a minute to extricate them, huffing and panting the whole time. After you do, you feel another, new sensation - like the emptiness you’d feel in your stomach, except in your breasts. You consider for a moment that with nowhere else to go, every bit of mass you put in there would stay pretty permanently on your tits. Looks like you’re eating for three, now.

[technicallyaminecraftsimp]

I didn’t go in to the newest Tommyinnit video expecting to be sobbing by the end of it, but the world is full of surprises

[matchboxcards]

Eddie & Richie from @gloomy-prince ’s Trans Eddie Comic!!

[digitaldollsworld]

REALIZING IDK THAT MUCH 70s MUSIC OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD

[thejadecount]

Guys. Guys I just had the most mind-blowing realization. In the 2012 TMNT, two of Shredder’s minions have names that are like, basically synonyms of his. Like Xever Montes? As in sever. And then Chris Bradford/Dogpound gets turned into Rahzar as in fucking RAZOR?!

This is fucking sending me places

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Since you've been writing tom riddle a lot, so i would like to request smth abt tom riddle and a pillow prince reader if u dont mind! <3

Hi! I’m sorry it took so long to respond to this! I don’t think I’m gonna write a fic specifically dedicated to this request (bc writing smut takes a lot out of me 😅)

But!!! I tried to incorporate elements of this into my Double Trouble story here. If this doesn’t fit or you’d like to see a more specific request than this, you’re more than welcome to send a new ask

I hope you’re still hanging around, anon 💛

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

@megatraven

I was going to put this in your ask box bc I didn’t intend for it to be long….but it is and I have to put it as it’s own post lol.

So Do you remember the Hercules song fic of “Love Me I Beg” and breakdown for how it fits him? If not here it is again. When I made that post, I was thinking of doing a fic for Hercules and MC friendship and everything that I mentioned…but it’s not coming together properly. The only part I have done, which I thought would be nice to share, is a scene where MC and him are arguing about something he did or said. Like how he believes he himself is not as great as others bc he’s a demigod (even tho he doesn’t say it directly like that bc of pride and he has to be a Man and can’t be emotional) and MC will not stand for it. She may not like him very much, but she sees the person in him (though it’s difficult to) and she sees the insecurity and she hates how it contorts him and hurts him and others. His own feelings hurt others around him, whether he truly believes that or not or doesn’t even realize it.

They get into the argument of MC saying he shouldn’t hate on humans or monsters bc he sees them as different and ‘weak’, because he’s just been raised to see things that way and has this insecurity fueled by the others around him for millennia. He can change and be different and can alter his view and be better. But he keeps arguing on and on, and at some point I have the dialogue of MC getting fed up and pushed past her kindness saying,

“I don’t see a hero in you, all I see is a MONSTER!”

And then she leaves him with that slap in the face. Not physical…though I have considered it to happen to stand as a waking up call. But anyways it hits him hard mainly bc he’s all about taking auras and has taken monsters’ aura (and she knows about this. In this AU I see her being close friends with basically everyone so she knows the stories) but he understands she’s not talking about a monster, but a MONSTER MONSTER. An evil creature, and not a Hero he believes he is. At least, in my head Hercules sees himself as that because isn’t he Zeus’s hero? Like in literal terms like how Nyela was Aphrodite’s hero, isn’t Hercules Zeus’s hero? If not, then let’s pretend he is lol.

Anyways, it really hits him and makes him think of how he’s been raised. AND the other really hitting dialogue that makes him mad (but also really think™️ about things) is MC literally saying, “Your family has failed you,” bc she sees his opinions, learns more about the gods’ views from him, and begins to see the turmoil and problems he has and the harshness and ugliness of the gods and and see the awful ways he was raised and she can’t help but compare it to how her mother was so loving and accepting and encouraging and how his family SHOULD be like that and AGH. MC may not like him, but she wants to help. But she also is like “and I mean if you could give the auras back…” since she loves the monsters in my AU lol.

But, yeah, I just have these two pieces of dialogue (and a few others if you’d like to hear about them) and kinda ideas for them. That I need to write one day bc it’s one of the thoughts in my head constantly and I need to get it out😭.

And I also hope you enjoy your vacation Meg💙. You deserve it🥺💙💙💙💙.

And side note that’s not too important: Eros is the one MC vents to bc he’s a worm that hasn’t left my mind yet so rn he’s the romance for me. Those fics for him I mentioned I AM working on as well lmao.

[asurrogateblog]

one thing I really appreciate about nick’s book is that, although there are plenty of sins of omission (e.g., the cocaine use; a lot of the infidelity), he is very open about how they treated syd. he doesn’t sugarcoat it or attempt to defend their behavior. instead he reflects honestly about how they were not at all compassionate to syd’s situation at the time, and that their prioritization of the band’s success over his wellbeing only made things worse for him. it needed to be said, and I really appreciate nick for not attempting to save face over what is clearly a very touchy subject

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Little doodle I made based off of @theswedishpajas’s incredible cover of “Pure imagination”! (Minus the hat because I forgot all about it like the Silly Billy I am 🥲)

You can listen to this wonderful cover here!

[alwayshappyhoursomewhere]

Cup of China 2023 - Adam Siao Him Fa and Shoma Uno during the men’s victory ceremony

[threnodians]

fingers crossed that jing yuan is in the new trailblaze mission tonight at least a little bit (he should be, seeing as we’ll be on the luofu and also apparently in the shackling prison) because i miss my husband 🥲

[critter-genfic-events]

Gen Week Day 3 (Cross Campaign): Death, Again

Campaigns: Bells Hells & Vox Machina

Characters: Laudna, Vax’ildan

Summary: After her death, Laudna is greeted by the Raven Queen's Champion.

Laudna was greeted this time.

That was the first thing she noticed. The silhouetted figure was tall, a cloak obscuring the details of their form as they approached.

The second thing she noticed was the calm. It was almost comforting, even. The chaos of the battle preceding it—

Dust blowing. Yells. Run, Laudna! Orym falling. Ashton running. Feet against dirt street until—

Now, it was still. Dark, but she could still see. Silhouettes of trees scattered through the distance— or were they nearby? Last time... well, she didn’t want to think about last time.

After a time (what is time when you’re dead?), the figure stopped. Closer now, Laudna assumed, though their size hadn’t changed. She could see more detail now. The cloak was rough, made of some overlapping material. Scales? Feathers? The figure had long, flowing dark hair, somehow visible against the dark sky. Their face… they had the head of a raven, yet also a humanoid. She squinted through the overlapping illusions.

“Welcome,” the figure said. He had a smooth, calming voice.

“Hello,” Laudna replied, feigning confidence she did not feel. “Erm… where am I, if i may ask?”

The figure looked at her. “I think you know.”

He began extending a hand towards her, then stopped. He took another step closer, the raven head fading into his humanoid one. Half-elf, she could see now. Gently, he cupped her chin with his hand and tilted it up towards him.

“You’ve been here before.”

A statement, not a question. Laudna blinked, then nodded anyway.

“You weren’t here last time.”

The figure sighed. “I know. I did see you, though.”

“What? How?”

The figure dropped his hand from her face. “It does not matter. This was many, many years ago. I was someone else then.”

Laudna cocked her head. “So was I. Tell me.”

He looked at her for a moment, before looking intently into the distance, examining something unseen.

“My name then was Vax’ildan,” he said, meeting her eyes again. “Myself and my… compatriots had traveled to Whitestone to remove the Briarwoods. When we arrived, we found figures waiting for us on the Suntree.” He sighed. “Including you.” He looked away.

Laudna breathed out an “Oh”. Then, “You were part of Vox Machina. I stayed in the area for a little while, you know. I heard about you. People really liked you.”

Vax’ildan bowed his head. “I am so sorry that happened to you.” He took a breath and met her eyes once more. “And I am sorry that I was not there to greet you. But I am now. Come.” He turned and began to walk away.

Laudna bounded after him. “I have so many questions. Did you really—“

Vax’ildan held up his hand to silence her, then paused, as if listening intently.

“It seems… it seems now is not your time. Your thread had broken, but it is being repaired.” He turned and looked her in the eyes, the sudden intensity startling her. “You have some very lucky friends who love you deeply. Treasure that, and never let them go.“

Laudna? Laudna, please.

Imogen’s voice whispered through the darkness, growing stronger with each word.

We need you. I need you.

Laudna glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice, but Imogen was nowhere to be seen.

I can’t… I can’t do this alone. I don’t want to do this alone. Not without you. Never without you.

She looked back at her guide. Vax’ildan looked back at her, a small smile on his lips.

“I don’t want to see you or your friends here for a long time. I have a feeling you will do great things. Now, go.” He gestured behind her, and where there had previously been nothing but darkness, there was now a pinprick of gentle light, quickly growing larger and brighter.

Laudna turned towards the light, barely daring to approach it.

“And Laudna?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him. The light illuminated his face and the feathered cloak now.

“Tell Orym that Will says hi.”

And with that, the blinding light engulfed her, pulling, forcing out her non-existent breath, piercing—

A desperate, ragged breath of air filled Laudna’s lungs, and she barely had time to open her eyes as a blur of purple hair nearly smothered her again.

“Imogen?” She forced out through a parched, scratchy throat.

“Oh gods, Laudna, we thought we had lost you for good,” Imogen said her voice muffled by fabric and tears.

Brushing the hair from her face, Laudna looked up. Ashton, sitting slumped against a wall, face buried in their hands. Fearne, right by Laudna’s shoulder, looking at her very intently. FCG, standing nearby, the white glow of their eyes fading to their normal blue. Orym, standing a respectful distance away, knuckles white, clutching the edge of his shield, his face unreadable. Dorian behind him, hand on the halfling’s shoulder.

“Oh.” She looked down, now noticing something soft in her hand. Paté looked back at her, and she smiled. “Thank you,” she said, quietly. “Thank you, all of you.”

“Of course,” Fearne said. “We couldn’t just leave you. Ashton keeps saying, ‘Nobody gets left behind,’ so we weren’t about to leave you.”

And Laudna could have sworn, somewhere, distantly, she heard a raven caw its approval.