#i think about them 24/7

[oliviakukka]

when your otaku boyfriend reads yaoi and his snake is solid etc etc

[sverious]

Finishing up playing Octopath Traveler 2 and can i just say wow i love lesbians

[saturnsyd]

made a sydcarmy edit!!

my tiktok account is ‘saturnsyd’ if you would like to follow me! 🧸

i used to make edits for other fandoms and this was the first for ‘The Bear’, so bear with me (i’m really funny i know) cause i don’t know if my motivation will keep going for me to make more edits :p

[just-a-carrot]

new terrifying dd2 discovery: genzou can get possessed when fighting dragons and attack iggy???? i was simultaneously terrified yet also moved and inspired by the tragic angsty possibilities this instills in my brain...

(...also genzou looks so cute and small picked up by the dragon ldkjfalsdkfa)

cw for some bright lights, especially when the dragon breathes fire:

also yes i have finally upgraded to installing obs so i can actually get good footage rather than recording crappy tv shots on my phone LOL i may or may not be in the processing of collecting lots of footage so i can make a romantically tragic extremely cringey music video.................... don't think less of me lakdjflasdk (tho it'll take a while because i'll need to beat the game to get the final scenes and then start NG+ to get scenes i missed and i already know the ending is going to break me)

[cry-witch]

Experimented with brushes Dolly sleeps in Quackerjack arms, just like a real doll 💕

[separatist-apologist]

Any erina snippet to tide us over? I miss them lol 😭

Take your pick.

You can have "secret baby" erina:

And yet when the girl looked over at him, he caught those high cheekbones, the heart shaped mouth, the way she seemed to stand just like a Vanserra. There was a spark in those eyes, a glimmering dare he swore existed in his own. How old was she, anyway? He’d left ten years ago, which would make this girl what, nine? Ten? She looked young in that floral sundress, her face rounded and soft. 

He felt stupid right then, so confused he didn’t bother masking his conflicting emotions as he asked, “What’s your name?”

The girl turned and faced him fully, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Who are you?”

“He’s nobody,” Arina said quickly, putting a hand on her daughter's freckled shoulder. “Don’t talk to him.” The girl glanced up at her mother before turning back to Eris. “I bite,” she warned him.

“I have four brothers,” Eris replied, holding the girl's stare. “I can handle it.”

“My name is Sienna,” she said in defiance of her mother. “Who are you?” “No one important,” Eris heard himself saying, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice. “Just an old friend.”

Sienna studied him for a moment, ignoring her friend that clearly wanted to leave. Eris let her, well aware of this tactic. She was trying to intimidate him, and what was crazy was how well it was working. Eris had to force himself to stare back, to not look away when he desperately wanted to.

“Hm,” Sienna replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “Tell me your name.” “Eris,” he offered, wondering if he ought to shake her hand and offer her an internship. 

Sienna wrinkled her nose. “Weird name, but I like you. That can change, though.”

Eris looked up at Arina who was staring stone faced back at him. Right. For a moment he’d forgotten what was happening—that this kid might belong to him and Arina had simply neglected to tell him for ten fucking years. 

Sienna said her goodbyes, skipping off without a care in the world. 

“What was that?”

“A little girl asking for arcade money,” Arina replied, her tone infuriatingly calm. “If you want an apology—”

“I want an explanation!” Eris hissed, well aware he was standing outside the restaurant the rest of his family was sitting in, presumably waiting on him to order. He’d come outside to clear his head for a minute, already overwhelmed by the sheer amount of fuckery his father had left behind. 

Amnesia Erina:

“All you do is work,” she said, arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t think you’d come home if I didn’t make you.”

“Of course I would,” Eris managed through gritted teeth. “You act like I don’t love you—”

“Do you, Eris?” Arina asked him, twisting in the leather seat to look at him. “Because I’m starting to feel like you don’t. No, don’t interrupt me! Don’t interrupt me and say that you do, because what do you even love anymore besides a body to fuck every morning when you get up? You don’t come home earlier than ten, and you’re back out the door by six and I know your father fucked everything up for you. Okay? I know. But I see our accounts, too, and we’re fine. Unless you’ve got some secret other family—”

“Christ, Arina, of course I don’t,” he swore, heart hammering so hard he could barely focus. 

“Then what is it, Eris? A mistress? Are you fucking—”

“Jesus Christ!” he shouted, silencing her before she could say anything else. “You said you wanted a baby, Arina. A goddamn baby that’s going to need clothes and toys and a fucking college education some day!”

“You don’t think a child wants a father, too?”

“There’s no winning,” he said, thinking he might just turn the car around and apologize to his brother, anyway. How was he supposed to enjoy himself when this fight was hanging between them? How could Eris smile and pretend everything was fine when Arina was accusing him of an affair? “If I don’t prepare, our kid doesn’t get the life I did, and if I do, my wife assumes I’m having some tawdry affair with a business school drop out.”

Just like my father, were the  unspoken words hanging between them. Eris waited for her to say it, and to her credit, she didn’t. Arina could be just as cruel as he was, but never took it that far. “I can’t do this anymore, Eris. This isn’t what we agreed to…this isn’t what I signed up for. I need you to come home at night.”

“What are you saying?” he asked, forcing the words out of his mouth. “Are you asking me for a divorce?”

Silence filled the car, leaving only the acceleration and the other vehicles passing them to fill the void. 

“Maybe,” she finally managed, her voice warbling.

My Suits AU:

Eris didn’t have to wait long. Arina sailed in, immaculate as ever, eyes shining as she swiped the coffee from the corner of his desk.

“Spoiled,” Eris murmured, only half glancing at her. “How did it go last night?”

With an exaggerated air of suffering, Arina half-collapsed onto the black leather couch in his office, though she was careful not to let the tight, black skirt she wore ride up her thighs. “Terrible, like always. I think I’m done with dating.”

Eris looked up again, noting the red lipstick stain on the lid of her cup. “You say that every time.”

“Well this time I mean it. Dinner was fine—nice, even. But when we got back to his place—

“Stop right there,” Eris warned as Arina pinched her fingers together, lips twisted in a grimace. “I’m still your boss.”

“Fire me, then,” she replied flippantly, rising to her heeled feet. They both knew Eris would rather cut off his own hand rather than get rid of Arina. Arina, too, had demonstrated her loyalty more times than he could count. Headhunters had been coming for her for years, offering bloated salaries and cushy perks she always declined. 

“I might. Stop putting Lucien on my calendar.” She paused outside the glass door of his office, fingers curled around the handle. “He’s getting married, Eris.”

Of course she knew. Eris had a vague recollection of Arina telling Eris she knew Lucien’s girlfriend, but Eris hadn’t really paid it any mind. Was it the same girl? Was that how Arina knew, or had his mother called Arina again, prying for information and wishing she’d gotten Arina as a child rather than Eris?

“Send him a gift.”

She sighed, but Eris was back to staring at his desk, refusing to look at the woman in front of him. He didn’t want to see her disappointment, nor did he want to argue with her ahead of merger talks. He’d need her help—Eris was good at reading people but Arina was good at prying secrets from people. All the saw was shiny, blonde hair and long legs and forgot there was a brain attached.

Arina only had one rule when it came to dating: no lawyers. Eris took great pleasure watching men take shots at his assistant, only to get shot down one after another. He got to beat them in court and then watch Arina mop up the shredded remains of their self-esteem right outside his office. 

“How long are you going—”

“Arina,” Eris warned, hoping his gaze looked as lethal as if felt. She merely rolled her eyes, hands on her hips.

“Don’t Arina me. Your father is dead. It’s time to move on, Eris.”

“Maybe I’ll start dating, then. I don’t need Lucien—”

“No, of course not,” she said, a tightness entering her voice. “You don’t need anyone but yourself and this job. I know. You should call him, all the same.”

She thought she’d get the last word. She often did. And Arina, having thoroughly shamed Eris, started to stride out with a flip of her thick, long blonde hair. 

“That’s not true,” Eris called, watching her still. “I need you too.”

She only clicked her teeth, waving her free hand back at him in dismissal. Arina was at her desk a moment later, computer on and her chat open as she convened with the other assistants in the office. Was she telling them what an idiot he was?

Probably.

[oblivionsdream]

Since you said the jester couldn't read well, I picture in my mind the knight reading a book to him

That's definitely in the plans! I've had several thoughts about Jester resting his head on Augustine's chest as they cuddle by the fire. Augustines voice is a low rumble beneath his head as the knight reads aloud to him and its just the most soothing thing in the world

[lyleeloop]

Just chatting 💙💚👽🛸

[dirtytransmasc]

the chokehold Alicent and Aegon's bond, the level of mommy issues the latter has, and just the raw emotion between the two of them, has on me is wild and I need to be put in some sort of rehab I think.

[mayberobbsa]

uhh look at this absolute piece of cringe i'm going to write :,)

He chuckled over her shoulder, his body pressing lightly against her back. “You don’t mind the bumpy road, or...” he paused for a moment. “...or me holding you like this?” he added, lowering his voice further to whisper into her ear, so only she could hear him.

p.s. it's robbsa

[nerdyunia]

Feel like shit just want my OCs Xantar and Kelan to kiss

[emmafallsinlove]

thinking about reading pjo in english for the first time

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[alleinblues]

im down so bad for ttwf's boys im feeling dizzy

[faestorian]

spark/razlo have the vibe of two people who see right through one another's coping mechanisms, mannerisms & anything regarding their traumas, but instead of using and abusing that knowledge, they comfort each other about those broken parts of the other. they may be terrified of commitment, of hurt, of vulnerability and loss, but ultimately, they care deeply about the other.

they also cherish each other's chaotic tendencies ^w^

[rhaenyratargayen]

Emma d’arcy PLS give me a chance 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️