#it inspired me to add more to the idea

[blockednddeleted]

don't waste this life thinking and fantasizing about the next. a different life you're are not even guaranteed to get. no one knows for sure what happens after we die. but what we do know is that you have this life, the one you living right now, at this very moment. why waste a second of this precious existence, whatever philosophers think it may be, and focus on the here and now as you live out the miracle that is the improbability of life itself than to spend another second wishing to be somewhere else. as far as we know, this is all you get.

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[troubldteenz]

man my head hurts.. I must’ve passed out or something… how did thi

GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY

[gnawingonleonsbicep]

Do you think Leon ever sees a figure in a crowd that looks just a little too familiar? A tall frame, a head of dark, wavy hair..

And he just feels this tinge of hope. The smallest sense of excitement growing in his chest. Brief ‘what if?’s racing through his thoughts, a heavy ache growing in his heart. Not cause he felt any sorrow, no. That wasn’t it. Not yet, at least.

His heart ached with the denial-laced optimism that ran through him. An uncharacteristic feeling for the agent; he’d been dragged through hell and back, seen things the average civilian could only imagine. Whatever optimistic outlook he had on life was buried in Raccoon City, alongside himself.

Though that optimism only lasted for a fleeting moment, swept away in the afternoon breeze. Because he knew what happened back in Spain, he saw what happened — saw him take his last breath.

It couldn’t be him. After all, the dead don’t typically walk so casually amongst the living.

Do you think Leon ever spends the following evening ruminating? Do you think he thinks about those ‘what if’s? Do you think he regrets not saying his final words to Luis sooner? That he was already gone by the time he did?

Do you think he had to take a moment during his debriefing? That his eyes stung and his throat starting closing up as he spoke? A dull pang growing behind his eyes?

Do you think he spent the free time he had after he returned from Spain to process everything? That he could finally experience whatever grief he felt after suppressing it for the sake of the mission? Do you think he mourns what could’ve been if they had more time? How their bond and relationship could’ve grown?

Do you think he ever wishes it was him that died that day instead? That he carries some sense of guilt because he couldn’t save him? Because he couldn’t save someone again?

[fluffydeoxys]

OC stuff is dangerous wdym you just think about that guy and you feel things. You made that thing and it’s come such a long way like they’ve grown and fleshed out and you’re proud of them. And there’s an indescribable feeling of pride and tenderness and passion and fondness. That ☝️thingie is My Thing and I love them

[blue-bird-lamentation]

Breaking my no drawing streak with some p4 girls

I started this idea in the beginning of March, thinking about the cherry blossoms (and the song "Cherry Blossom Girl" by Air), but i only finished it now.

Yukiko's beauty and also her persona are perfect for this idea.

It may be a bit delayed now, but at the same time, it's still spring season 🌸

I made a little comic/doodle based on the drawing too

[wigglebox]

Suptober [Extended] - Day 18 || Royalty 👑

[potatobugz]

TPTBU CHAPTER 3 IS OUT YEAHHH BABYYYY

You can read it on ao3 here!

[picklesthenonbeanary]

Everyone on here has such cool click clack ideas! like omg!!! I think it’s time that I share the one that I’ve made for an au idea I have, had them for about a week and I love them but I’m still trying to get details down for the au and all, still in the planning stage and like this is my first time really actually doing this.

Anyways, click clack design be upon you!

I turned him into a plushie guys and I love him!

More info/rant undercut

This au is gonna be on the more body horror side and I would love to info dump about it once my brain gives me more ideas to write down but honestly I think his design for the au turned out good, their modeled after a teddy bear and I tried to make the face and eyes similar to one as much as I could for just concept sketches

Anyways lemme know if anyone wants an info dump on the au,

been trying to get as much down as I can for it but obviously having your attention split while brain storming isn’t the best. Probably gonna make an info dump either way just the get the brain juices pumping but how much I share in an actual post is gonna depend on how willing I think people are to hear about it tbh. I don’t wanna talk about something nobodies gonna care much about

Um anyways new au idea underways, gonna try and write a story about it but I currently only have a beginning and vague concept of how I want it to end and nothing in between so far so we will see. Would love to trouble shoot with someone but I currently don’t have anyone to do that with so… feel free to reach out if you wanna try helping tho, i've got like litterally no friends in/into the comunitiy so it would be kinda nice

Probably gonna turn out sloppy but so is the ways of life, better to make sthat is bad then nothing at all

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 22: The Seduction Of Ingmar Bergman

My knowledge of this album is limited to the excerpts of it that have been performed on the THOM tour, but based just on those I should enjoy it quite a bit... Someday soon I hope!

[hsslilly-blog]

character inspo for blair and claire, inspired by @oakwolves. i could talk about them forever <3

[little-pup-pip]

hi! Could you show us your favourite moodboard? ^^

Hello Hello! This is such a good question!! So good, in fact, that I don't know the answer! I'm assuming you meant a moodboard of mine; I have a few that I've made that hold a special place in my heart, and others that I love because they're underrated, and some that are just really pretty! I've been thinking about it all day, and I think it's between these two!!

Pastel Gaming + Bubbles

[zombpawcoins]

▞▞ . tigeric / tigergender !

[pt: tigeric / tigergender ! end pt.]

[ Image description: A flag with seven equally-sized horizontal stripes. The stripes form a gradient from brown to orange, light orange and then white, then light orange, orange and brown again. There's an overlay of tiger stripes over the flag on the left, while the flag on the right does not. End description. ]

a gender that feels like/is related to tigers, tiger stripes, or something similar. this gender can be connected to any kind of tiger, any aspects of tigers, the colors of them, etc.

pronoun suggestions: ti/tig/tiger/tigers/tigerself tiger/tiger/tigers/tigers/tigerself stripe/stripe/stripes/stripes/stripeself claw/claw/claws/claws/clawself fur/fur/furs/furs/furself scratch/scratch/scratchs/scratchs/scratchself paw/paw/paws/paws/pawself roar/roar/roars/roars/roarself 🐅/🐅/🐅s/🐅s/🐅self 🐯/🐯/🐯s/🐯s/🐯self 🐾/🐾/🐾s/🐾s/🐾self

name suggestions: tiger , tigrio , ozzy , zara , cybil , amur , kip , sia , stripe , ignis

[hyylia]

A DRINK WITH DESTINY ──

botw/totk modern au | rated T major characters: zelda, link summary: for galentine's, zelda and her friends decide to check out hyrule's newest bar, the lost woods. word count: 1695 warnings: alcohol mentions/use

a/n: happy (late) loftwing letters @angelicgarnet! you said you like botw/totk zelink and modern au's so have this modern meet-cute story :) i hope you like it!

read it below the cut or on ao3 → here

It’s five o’clock. The Lost Woods has just opened, and it’s only a matter of time before a crowd makes its appearance. Link’s spent the last hour preparing for it: stocking the bar with an array of cheap liquor and top-shelf alike, cutting garnishes, filling the bin with ice. The Galentine’s event tonight had been his clever idea—a way of bringing in and establishing patrons for Hyrule’s newest bar. 

“Go ahead,” he calls out to the band in the corner, tucked away on a small wooden stage. The head of the band, a tall woman with a dark brown bob, nods her head and readies her violin. Light, traditional Hyrulean folk music fills the silence hanging in the bar, just as the crowd begins to slowly trickle inside. 

“I’ll have a Champion.” A Gerudo woman with long, red hair sits at the bar mere moments later, handing him her card between two fingers. “And a Zora’s Scale for my friend.” Her head tilts in the direction of the shorter redhead who takes up the barstool beside her. Link nods, mindlessly pulling the Champion into a tall glass, slowly falling into the motion of making drinks. “And another friend will be joining us soon. Put her on my tab when she comes in.”

“Sure,” he says easily. “What does this friend look like?”

“You can’t miss her,” the Gerudo says with a knowing smile and a wink. She takes a sip of her Champion, then nudges the Zora beside her to do the same. Link shrugs, turning away to take the order of another woman. 

Eventually, a steady stream of patrons occupy the bar, groups of young women eager to celebrate their friendships and drink on a good deal. The music becomes a background to the loud chatter taking place, and at some point, the Gerudo and Zora leave their barstools with their drinks in hand, mingling with a few others they must know. He turns his attention to his work, focusing solely on getting his drinks just right.

Some time later a voice cuts through the bar. It’s soft and sweet, clear as day to him despite the noise. His attention is shattered at the sound of it. He looks up, distracted.

“Sorry I’m late!” The voice says hurriedly to the Gerudo from earlier, holding a soft blue purse close to her body. She pulls the gold chainlink strap up onto her shoulder with one hand, then runs the same hand through her blonde hair in an attempt to smooth it down into place. From far away, Link can’t hear the rest of the exchange, but he sees the Gerudo wave the apology away. She says something to the woman, then points her towards the bar. Towards him. 

The Gerudo was right; he couldn’t miss this woman.

Link has bartended for years—mostly on the side, only recently full-time. He’s flirted, exchanged phone numbers, the whole nine yards. But she… She is like something out of a fairytale. Her golden hair lays in silky straight strands, bangs clipped out of her face with blue butterfly clips. Her eyes are big and beautiful, green like emeralds and accentuated by dark brown cat-eye liner. The pink gloss on her lips seems to glow, reflecting the dim light around them. She is the first woman to make him feel truly nervous.

“Hi,” her soft voice says. She stands on her tiptoes, leaning over the dark mahogany bar to speak to him. It’s unnecessary. Even with all the noise, his attention is focused solely on her. Listening.

“What can I get for you?” He says, trying to look casual as he pours another cocktail through a strainer. He sits the glass on the bar in one quick, fluid motion towards its recipient.

“Oh. Um.” Her green eyes trail from the drink and over to settle on the framed specials sheet sitting atop the bar. They scan the sheet slowly, taking in every detail. Finally, she frowns. “I’m sorry. I don’t really drink…”

“That’s okay,” he says quickly, sounding maybe a bit overenthusiastic. “Do you want something sweet or dry?”

She chews her lip. “Maybe somewhere in the middle? Probably more sweet I think. But not too sweet.”

He nods. Normally when women don’t know what to order, he makes them a classic. A Castletonian, or a simple Zoran’s with cranberry. It’s hard to go wrong with either of those, and if they don’t like it, well… then he has a better idea of what to make for them next time. Yet, for her—for this goddess standing before him—something else comes to mind entirely. 

He takes a step away from the bar, conjuring the supplies up quickly from the shelf behind him. Her eyes follow intently all the while, taking in each and every motion he makes. For good measure (and maybe because he likes the feel of her eyes on him), he shoves the sleeves to his blue shirt up over his elbows before he continues. The Master Sword tattoo on his right forearm is fully visible now. She seems to smile at the sight of it.

“How long have you guys been open?” she asks. He’s grateful for her attempt to fill the heavy silence hanging between them.

“Just a couple of weeks.”

“Cool…” Her eyes fall away from him now, taking in the scenery around them. They focus on the plants filling every corner, fake vines crawling up the few faux stone ruins around the room. Finally, they land on the band playing in the corner. “I like it. The theme is really cool.”

“Thanks,” he says, sincerely. Then he shrugs. “I’ve been interested in Ancient Hyrulean stuff for a while. I thought it’d make a cool bar concept.”

Her eyes light up, snapping back to him. “Me too! Well, not the bar thing.” She rushes to explain. “That sounded negative. I don’t mean it like that—it’s a cool concept. I just… I’m actually an archeaology major at the university.”

“Really? I thought about going to school for history.”

She leans forward. “Why didn’t you?” 

“I’ve always been bad in school. Trouble focusing, sleeping during class, that kind of thing. I’ve never been super disciplined, I guess.”

“I get it,” she says, but he can tell from the tone of her voice that she doesn’t. No–this woman strikes him as intelligent. She’s probably never made below an A-plus in any of her courses.

He nods without thinking and, with one final motion, garnishes her drink with a simple Silent Princess. It floats lightly on top of the light blue liquid, edible gold glitter shining with every swirl of the martini glass.

“What’s it called?” She wonders aloud as she takes the glass from his hands, peering inside.

“The Princess.” 

Her eyes widen. Her mouth opens, then closes. A dark red flush crawls up her skin.

“Oh,” she says quietly. Then, as if realizing what he’s done, her eyes narrow. She eyes the glass suspiciously. “And do you make The Princess for every fair lady who enters your establishment, sir?” Her faux-royalty accent makes him smile.

“Only for you. It seems fitting.”

Despite the dim lighting, her cheeks burn fiercer. She smiles. 

“Oh. Then thank you.” 

“What’s your name?” he asks finally. It’s his turn to lean against the bar, resting his chin lazily on a hand.

“Zelda,” she says with a soft smile. He widens his eyes. 

Zelda, like the ancient princesses from thousands and thousands of years ago. Either it’s a coincidence or—

“Are you teasing me?”

“No,” she laughs, “that’s really my name. What’s yours?”

“Link.” Her mouth falls open. She laughs harder. It’s a lovely sound and makes his heartbeat quicken. 

“Like the hero?” 

“The very same, actually. My dad was really into military history. Wars and stuff.”

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Hero,” she teases, holding a hand out for him to take.

“Same for you, Princess.” Feeling bold, he pulls her hand closer. His mouth lightly brushes the back of her hand. It hovers. At the very last second, before he pulls away, his blue eyes flick up to meet hers. She dares to hold his gaze. 

They break away only for her to take a sip. 

“Mmm! It’s perfect!” 

“Good.” He gives a lopsided grin, releasing her hand. “I’ll make as many as you wish, Princess. On one condition.”

“And what might that be?”

He points his finger up in the air, towards the rickety wooden sign hanging above the bar. Drink Responsibly. Don’t Get Lost, it says, scrawled in someone’s poor attempt at mimicking Ancient Hyrulean script.

She laughs. “Clever.”

“Thanks.”

“Zelda!” The Gerudo’s voice cuts through the bar. “Come here!” 

“Sorry,” she apologizes, wincing. She hesitates to move away from him. “Thanks again.”

And like that, she’s gone.

—

He’s closing up the bar when something catches his attention. A specials sheet, removed from its frame and torn in half, sits between half-full glasses on the bar. When he peers closer, there’s text.

Thanks for everything. You were really nice tonight. I’d love to get to know you more.  -Zelda

Below the text, a set of numbers is scrawled in pretty handwriting. Her phone number. Link grabs the paper quickly and wastes no time in sending her a text.

—

Her phone buzzes, just as she enters the shared apartment with Urbosa and Mipha. Warm and fuzzy, stumbling slightly from the alcohol, Zelda struggles only momentarily to pull her Slate from the pocket of her jacket. It lights up when she finally does, the notification quickly expanding on her screen.

Hey, it’s Link, the bartender. Thanks for giving me your number, I’d love to hang out some time. :)

Zelda blinks once. Twice. 

“How’d he get my number?” She asks no one in particular. Had she given it to him? Did she forget? It’s possible, she muses. The Princess had been stronger than it’d tasted.

“Sorry, Zel.” Mipha is the first to crack, her voice soft and nervous. “But you should have seen the way you two looked at each other.”

“And, Princess,” Urbosa gently mocks, a wide, mischievous smile spreading across her face. “He’s handsome.”

Zelda can’t say she’s angry.

[vimflam]

just to get it out of my head: those robots I draw (and some that I haven't yet) were part of a secret wide-scale project that involved creating biohybrid life, which took place over several decades and was headed by one particular. well. in this case, they would probably be described in a scientific journal as an "eccentric" or "single-minded" individual. it was split across multiple locations so as not to arouse suspicion/salvage some of them if one facility was compromised. not putting all eggs in one basket kinda planning.

as part of the project, the robots lived in different control groups from "birth": some were raised by staff who took positions of adopting them into smaller, standard domestic environments, while others were raised on the grounds of the labs, subjected to more overt (safe (physically) ) testing and less one-to-one bonding from familial figures. though all were carefully monitored and kept very secluded from the wider world.

people on both sides became increasingly uneasy with the procedure and attached beyond research, despite efforts (threats) being made for them not to. this also became difficult to maintain as, in a move no one higher-up could have apparently predicted, people grew out of their easily-placated stage of childhood naivete and began to ask more probing questions.

the project was inevitably discovered and later shut down. those created from it now live in relative anonymity, if they choose to. it's not a world where diverse sapient species are as much of a stir as it would be in ours, but their case is still certainly unusual. anyway all of this really amounts to nothing more than flavour text you'd see in a video or virtual pet game accompanying fun little visual art and will probably never be expanded into anything relevant. just, you know. some lore for you to sit with.

[haylee-bb]

Dramione The Great AU

I need someone to write a Dramione fic inspired by The Great!

Hermione would be Catherine, and Draco would be Peter. The plot would have to change a bit to fit the characters. I was thinking the power struggle between Dramione could result in a shared leadership with Hermione and Draco both coming together to reform Russia after the coup. Hermione would still take power herself for a time, struggling like Catherine did, and during that time, she and Draco would start to understand each other more and grow to respect the others' strengths. They would, of course, fall in love in the process but would also come to realize the benefit of ruling together and how they help fill the gaps in each other's worldview.

In my opinion, Narcissa should definitely be aunt Lizzy, but Andromeda would be a good choice if you wanted to stay more in line with the show. Plus, she and Hermione would be more likely to grow close quickly so I could see the merit in going that route. If Narcissa was chosen, I suggest replacing Peter's mother with Bellatrix in the sense that Draco's trauma would come from his aunt instead of his mother.

Grigor and Georgina would obviously be Theo and Pansy. Arkady would be Blaise, and I have the tentative thought that Luna could be Tatyana. Ginny should be Marial, and Orlo should be Harry. Ron would be Leo. I have the idea of Snape as Archie and possibly Remus for Velementov.

The side ships have the potential to be very interesting. You could keep Harry and Ginny together and have the plot shift with that, or you could follow TG canon and have Ginny and Theo be a thing eventually with Harry being demisexual and possibly with someone else.

Point is, I have IDEAS and THOUGHTS, and someone needs to do something with them ASAP because I lack the energy both mentally and physically to take on another project.

[sysig]

Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)