#is that a semblence?

[bakapandy]

Hesitation

[volatilemask]

left to die

[chibi-celesti]

Thinking back to Malleus' overblot and his anxiety of losing Lilia and his family to death, up until his acceptance of the joy and sorrow of treasure every small moment with your loved ones. And then I thought about his time with a Third Generation Reyvateil! Yuu.

Malleus, who knows that humans lives are fleeting; their fragile and short lifespans means they do whatever they can to leave their mark on the world. And he's also aware about how a few of them are lucky to live to a hundred years old.

Malleus, whose one friend (beyond his retinue) Yuu, the prefect; they will only live not even a third of that lifespan (if they're lucky enough to have that at all!) A lifetime having to take a medicinal supplement to prolong their life for up to forty years(if they ever make it to forty) as consequence to their magic and bloodtype.

Malleus, who wishes for the Third Generation Reyvateil to no longer worry of their minute mortality. Who wishes to gift them a life as an ordinary human, attending Night Raven College with their classmates. To no longer recall the woes of the many Overblots and hardships that stressed them to no end.

Malleus, who wants to treasure his precious friend, who's life resembles a small candle wick that would burn out faster than his brothers and father's flames. For however long they have together...

[kyneforged]

I'm back with the updated 2024 end of the year OC List Bay-bee ✨

Salutations my name is Chris (he/she/they - 27) and The Elder Scrolls has been my longest running hyperfixation since 2009. My main is arimabari, and I run the TES fashion focused blog Tamrielfashion.

Tatia "Tia" Stormcrown - The Last Dragonborn - Demigod (appears Nord/Dunmer) - She/They - Tatia was a strange child orphaned by the Great War and raised by a devout monk in Weynon Priory until his eventual passing. She is a devout priestess of Kynareth, a well-worn traveler, and someone who finds her solace in nature rather than with people.

Toyhouse | Art by puppydogtown

Kyne / Kynareth Aedra - My personal interpretation of Kyne. When her Nordic aspect became another casualty in the Great War, she returned to her child in the shape of a hawk wearing a clay face. She is the whispering wind that keeps Tatia on her destined path.

Maybeth Sybella Oregota (of House Taurus) - Hero of Kvatch - Nibenese Imperial - She/Her - A blue-blooded princess born at the tail end of Jagar Tharn's reign. She murders her husband and heir to the Imperial Throne, Prince Geldall, while under the influence of Mythic Dawn cultists.

Art by methysis

Benitah "Bennie" - Nerevarine - Dunmer - She/Him - The child of an ex-Ashkhan who sent her newborn down the river, hoping to grant her a better life. Bennie was raised by an Argonian smuggler and his Orc bodyguard in Cyrodiil's criminal underbelly and would later become a fence for the Thieves Guild.

Art by nerime

Minia Al-Tukta Ma'bro - Hero of Daggerfall - Redguard - She/Her - Daughter of the Tukta Ma'bro, an old Yokudan traveling circus. She was once revered as a talented bard. The Emperor's Songbird - but under Mephala's influence, she rose to Grandmaster of the Blades. She is Calaxes and Martin's birth mother.

Art by ijiwaruuma

Florence Meliard - The Mythic High Priestess - Breton - She/Her - A Priestess of the One who becomes trapped in the Battlespire during my AU version of story events. After she is twisted by the nightmare of her captivity, Florence becomes a devout religious leader under the Mythic Dawn.

Art by sillyysunnyy

Bejira-Ma "Bee" - The Eternal Champion - Ohmes-raht Khajiit - He/Him - Bee was separated from his family during a conflict at the Valenwood/Elsweyr border, and was later raised by the Imperial general who found him. He worked as a serving girl but trained with his father's men on the side - until one day, he finds himself escaping the Imperial Palace with three little princes in tow.

Art by samarajethwa

Audeius Tharn - The Listener (3rd Era) - Nibenese Imperial - He/Him - Maybeth's (unknowing) half-brother. A bastard Tharn drawn to the Night Mother's arms after a count's betrayal left him homeless on the streets of Bravil. He murders succinctly and with little remorse for his actions.

Caelamin Osella - Dawnbreaker's Sheath - Ayleid/Altmer - She/Her - A renowned Summerset Courtesan and Keeper of Dawnbreaker. She is currently in service to Giranderiel, an Altmeri crime lord and skooma smuggler.

Lelleone "Lell" - The Vestige - Altmer Soul Shriven - They/Them - Giranderiel's loyal mutt who was given up to Molag Bal after they got just a little too cozy with Osella. Only knows how to take orders like a dog. Queen Ayrenn's little puppy.

[ghostthecryptid]

I had an idea of Jason asleep in the library

[this-is-fox-speaking]

so you’re telling me that hershel lost everything close to him throughout the entirety of his life including his original name and threw out his original self to carry pieces of his loved ones with him like dead weights to his ankles. he lost his parents and his brother AND his original identity all under the age of 10, lost his closest friend at 17 by his own hands, lost his girlfriend in his 20’s due to random unfortunate events, AND HE STILL LETS HIMSELF GET ATTACHED TO LUKE??????

[olisticks]

Preston garvey pressing you again one of the dingy mattresses in Sanctuary, holding a hand over your mouth as he ruts into you with abandon, head flung back as he lets out choked groans.

"fuck babe, feels so good."

Feeling you clench down on his cock as he drills in and out of you, hitting all those delicious spots. Grabbing at your body as it jiggles from the thrusts, kneading excess flesh and fat as he tries to keep his mind pieced together. Hearing a groan, close to a whimper, leave his mouth as he stills, pulling out as he spurts cum onto your stomach.

"fuck, 'm sorry babe, i didn't mean to.."

Pulling him closer as you reassure him that it's okay he came quickly, that it's a compliment if anything. You get it, it must've felt so nice. Now how about you just lay back Preston and let me take what i want hmm?

[starspray]

Chapters: 15/22 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Galadriel & Maglor (Tolkien), Elladan & Elrohir & Maglor (Tolkien), Arwen Undómiel & Maglor, Elrond Peredhel & Maglor, Aragorn & Elrond Peredhel, Elrond Peredhel & Gilraen, Elrond Peredhel & Gandalf, Elladan & Elrohir & Elrond Peredhel Characters: Maglor (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Galadriel (Tolkien), Elladan (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Erestor (Tolkien), Original Characters, Arwen Undómiel, Aragorn (Tolkien), Gilraen (Tolkien), Gandalf (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Healing, Complicated Relationships, Lothlórien (Tolkien), Rivendell | Imladris (Tolkien), Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Torture, Grief/Mourning, Reunions, Dreams and Nightmares, Rings of Power Series: Part 3 of meanwhile the world goes on Summary:

But at the very end of the letter she spoke of one more prisoner that Elladan and Elrohir had discovered in one of the deepest dungeons of Dol Guldur, locked away behind a door unopened in so long that the hinges had rusted.

 Maglor has been rescued from Dol Guldur, and now faces a long road of healing.

[imagoddamnonionmason]

TF141 as vines

This includes Franca, my oc.

Major, looking up from sorting out her medical supplies: Ghost, what do you have? Ghost, running after Johnny: a knife. Major: NO!

*prank time in TF141 can reach serious heights, of which Franca will revoke her title as Medic to avoid dealing with the aftermath*

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Ghost: why'd you dim the lights? Major: to save power, duh... and I want to suck your dick.

_

*Soap and Gaz talking about how Soap got injured during their recent mission while Franca hasn't had her morning coffee* Major: you know what, I'm about to say it. Gaz, trying not to laugh: go on, say it. Say it. Major, looking at Soap like she's not slept in weeks: I don't care that you broke your elbow. Soap: *gasp* Fran! _

*Franca recording and giggling behind the camera, as Soap cranks up the radio full blast in the car. Ghost looks ready to tuck and roll out to escape the chaos* Gaz: ooooh oooh ooh tainted love- Soap, shouting: DON'T TOUCH ME PLEASE I CANNOT STAND IT Ghost, staring into the camera like he's on the Office: Major, kill me. That's an order.

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[thekats]

Hello, do you have a moment to talk about Michael Sheen's acting? No? Perfect!

Look at this legally acquired still of Aziraphale just after Crowley left the bookshop post Kiss:

He looks like a child who asked you for chocolate after he's been a really good boy all day and you just said "no."

SIR, YOU ARE OVER 50 YEARS OLD! Maybe he needs to be reminded from time to time so he stops pulling these faces that absolutely kill my insides.

After having witnessed how many people were surprised by the "'Do It Again' Revelation"(TM), I wish I'd come and dumped all my thoughts on tumblr right after watching because, as an autistic person, I don't understand how you all are (rightfully) praising Michael's acting and then read his expression after the kiss as disgust? LOOK AT THIS BEBÉ HE WANTS HIS SCHOKIIII! The good kind, dark, bitter, rich, leaves a slightly weird taste and feel in the mouth.

He is so happy/unhappy because he wants that but he was saving it for when he could savour it because he is an old-fashioned romantic type and now it's spoilt. But also he can't help being happy he got it because it is affirming, it is a promise and reassurance. But also he can't have more of it now because he has to try and fix stupid heaven and the whole damn system so they can be safe once and for all. But also if he succeeds he can have more of that because Crowley is willing to give him his chocolate (I am just now remembering the planned scene of Crowley bringing Aziraphale chocolates to celebrate his bookshop opening oh Martel)! But also Aziraphale has to go to heaven alone because Crowley really doesn't want to be back there. But also Aziraphale could really use some help there, some mental and emotional support, someone who keeps bending over backwards to make things work for him.

HE WANTS HIS SCHOKI!

[silverskye13]

Listening to "Look My Way" on repeat while writing the next chapter is healthy and will not affect me (or the chapter) in any way I'm sure.

[dangaer]

this post may just be a complete mish mash and jumble of thoughts but i think i've been hit with katsuro thoughts that won't let me go and so i'll blurt them out here in the meantime <3

something i think is truly beautiful about katsuro is that i dub him my honorary oto.me mc because you take one look at him and just. would never associate him with that side of the genre. he's male for the biggest example, but even then he's pretty tall (5'11 - anyone above 6 foot is considered the same height as him because he'd argue spending too much of his childhood in a cave stunted his growth) and his muscle would put him closer to a love interest than the mc themselves.

but that's because, deep down, it's his personality that shines out in comparison.

katsuro is one of my most shining examples that there is strength in remaining gentle in a cruel world. his childhood was a prime example of this, when he'd first recieved the powers he'd even considered for himself destroying all evidence that had taken place, but the reality he realised is that he couldn't, not for those who were innocent, those who grew up or spent their daily lives being fed lies they had no control over. this, to an extent, extends to those he comes to interact with for what must be the rest of his life. katsuro is predominantly framed as the 'i can fix them' type, always ready to help give someone else a second chance the way he was given, even if theirs is not immortality of sorts. he's a firm believer that 'evil' doesn't happen without reason, and therefore will choose to believe in the 'good' of those around him simply because he knows that no one else would, no one else could.

in that sense, he has a twist into his own bad ending that makes him more of a " yeah? well i could accept them as they are. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of them and ive decided they're funny" simply out of his understanding of the situation and what they are going to go through. when katsuro believes in someone, he doesn't see it as a point to let go because they are simply past a point of no return, it's about finding their own sort of regular in the middle.

i'll expand on this later but katsuro is around 1.5k years old (roughly) and whilst death is painful, he's long since grown to not fear it and takes it as a bit of a get out of jail free card atp, meaning hes not above getting involved in unsavoury sorts (aka. OTOM.E LOVE INTERESTS!!) to at least find them some achievable peace together. he's extremely reckless in what he does, because he's seperated himself from that part of his life, and wants to be the helping hand he needed when he was younger and left alone.

he's a good man, empathetic in a way and truly a freak in the other good evening 😭

[bigeloo]

[deathgloss]

akemi homura can do anything she wants & i am here for it. anything any of these girls do in this pudding universe is sooo justified. the theatre of it all...

[biohazard-inevitable]

Is it over?

So I just finished arcane and this isnt enough to be a full fanfic but i have had this running since i completed the show and its messy and all over the place but it kind of gets the concept across of how I feel about Jayvik and oh my god I need everyone to understand whats in my brain

At the center of it all, they blazed.

Agonizing ripples of magic flooded through their veins, fingers fumbling as Viktor reverted in on himself, clutching tight to the shrapnel shred of a gemstone that held all of fate together, that held all their hope together. His face grimaced and twitched with fear and hesitancy but his body plastered among the stars loosened a fragment of a nebula as Jayce held his arm steady with his own shattered spirit, tethering him to the only mind that ever hoped to know him truly.

The minds around him flickered away, one by one, fleeing from the implosion of a burning star within realities, the Arcane pulsing and undulating around and through them, shredding what is from what was in sharp, painful strokes of a brush made of stars and magic.

The violent rush of everything and nothing raked its hungry claws against what remained of their very being as their fragmented existence held each other, splintering as they pulled together against the force, tight as a wound coil as they fought through the current of the impossible, the glimmer of their eyes embracing in flickers of the starlight that surrounds and together they held the world.

Together, they had said, through hoarse whispers and foggy tears.

Together, they had promised, memories coliding like supernovas within their mind as every thought that ever was and ever would be flitted between the silent pair as the expanse roared around them in endless fury.

Together they would end this, embracing this one moment as the magic continued to burn, time resuming its course and tearing apart all the seams of what could have been.

Emotions flicked through Viktor and Jayce as they chose this last moment to take in the hauntingly ethereal features of the other, indulging in complete understanding as a series of messages emerged, though neither could tell if it was spoken or not nor by whom, or even if they were words at all.

Will it hurt?

It is hurting.

Will it stop?

Hopefully.

What will happen to us?

I don’t know.

Are we dying?

Maybe.

I’m scared.

Me too.

Did we do the right thing?

Yes.

……I think I love you.

Will we have the chance to try again?

With luck.

See you on the other side.

If there is one.

And then, it collapsed entirely, everything that was ceased to be, leaving no knowledge of what would or could be beyond. It reverted back, the pause resuming as the pair closed their eyes and embraced their final fate together in darkness, as all things would begin.

[nordic-language-love]

Think I'm gonna try doing NaNoWriMo again this year for the first time since 2015