#its 1 am but i gotta

[chocosnowflake0]

feedin' time w/leader and the creepy ass leader's right hand

posting both versions cause i feel like both look good enough

[lovesickeros]

popping in randomly after almost an entire month just to talk non stop about the tsaritsa again everyone sit down.

specifically just thinking about the implications of tsaritsa's ideals originally being about love + the abandonment of those ideals to complete her goal of, presumably, destroying Celestia or whatever she's cooking up. to the point even her people don't love her and I probably don't even remember a time her ideals were of love. now it's all just ice and snow and cold.

which makes romantic fics w her even funnier because she's purposely removed this part of herself and suddenly reader walks into teyvat like they own the place (they do) and I can only imagine her reaction. angry, probably. because why you? what are you doing to her that's caused her hundreds of years of strict adherence to rejecting "love" both from others and to others to just. collapse. absolute shattering of her world and you probably don't even know it bc if nothing else she's good at hiding it. a lot of denial. tries to pick you apart and see what's makes you so different.

and oh she just hates it. she loathes it.

basically one sided enemies to lover trope because she can't stand you for a while but if you stick around she starts warming up to you and it makes it WORSE. so much worse. tries to distance herself but your just everywhere and it gets on her nerves because why does she love you? she isn't capable of love, not anymore. she thought she was.

g-d forbid one of the harbingers or PIERRO notices she'd never live it down. might even consider the implications of just killing you (she doesnt). worse if you know about it and act like a brat she will lose her damn mind

just the tsaritsa being an absolutely horrible mess internally.

[buwheal]

Hey Spam, not to sound rude or anything, but i think something is stuck in your hair to your left. IDK what it is, but it looks like kinda spiky so please be careful!

[cluescorner]

I cannot imagine being a Damian stan right now. You've got both Zdarsky's bullshit (where he clearly doesn't give a shit about your boy) and The Boy Wonder (where Juni Ba clearly gives so many shits about your boy) coming out on the same day. The whiplash must be insane. I hope y'all get some nice warm soup for your efforts jfc

[biohazardousgeodez]

Climber and Clarice interactions save me. i looove them so mucchchhhgg... yayy!!!!!!!!!!!! timeline-wise this takes place right after Clarice unties Climber's legs. ghghghhghhhhhh i love climberice i love them... (i say over an image of them not interacting romantically in any way)

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

I'm only ya know 2 years late to this fandom but I'll post art just in case others are still alive

[bloodfueledmachine]

originally made this for myself but im proud of it considering im extremely tired so im sharing it here too

[druidshollow]

i find it rather funny that everyone in the asks here wants to beat up flowers. what if i want to treat him well. i want to make him better. everyone deserves a second or thousandth chance. give him a hug. pat him on the head. say everything's gonna be okay. tell him that he makes people sad when he acts out. give him a hug x2. turn him from an angry ball of fire into a sopping papertowel.

the problem with that is thats what his ex wife tried to do for him and for a while it seemingly worked but eventually he falls into a pattern of manipulation. he becomes so obsessed with the idea of losing his relationships that he twists them around into something dark in an attempt to control the situation and prevent said loss. im all for opportunities for self betterment always being available but its in his character to reject these opportunities every time he receives them, and i think its entirely fair to be wary of people who display patterns of abuse

when given the opportunity he has a pattern of falling back on abuse, and the more power/authority he is given, the worse he is. i think hed be a dangerous person to seek out honestly

[molliemoo3]

I thought we were friends James?????

[b4kuch1n]

I know what I want to see.

I know what I want to see.

I know what I want to see.

[nukacourier]

Okay so uhhh I actually wrote something about James and Arcade. I just wanted to kind of show James' personality a bit more so I imagined a conversation after learning Arcade was born in the Enclave. I haven't written much in a long time so I apologize if it falls flat at the end because I didn't know how to cut it off.

No content warnings should be needed (but there's spoilers for the story of Fallout 3). Enjoy!!

"Hey...Arcade?"

Arcade glanced up as he heard his boyfriend's gentle tone reach his ears.

James stood there, looking slightly nervous but moreso remorseful. He had his telltale sign of anxiety where he absent-mindedly scratched at the back of his hand as he loomed beside him.

"Yeah?" Arcade's eyes followed James as he sat down beside him and kicked his legs out between the bars of the motel railing.

"I'm sorry for freaking out like that. I wasn't mad at you, I just...I have my own problems."

Arcade nodded solemnly and looked down at his own hands. He felt ashamed to even look at him.

"With the Enclave? Yeah, a lot of people do. I understand if you don't...or, I guess, can't trust me anymore."

As he stared blankly at his trembling hands, he didn't even notice at first that James had reached out towards him, only realizing once his thick, square fingers softly interlocked with Arcade's own bony fingers.

He let his eyes drift back upwards and felt relief deflate his tension from his body like a leaking balloon as they met with James' own dark, sparkling eyes, the corners crinkled in the telltale sign of his smile that stretched his entire face upwards with it.

"Well...I haven't told you much about my past, either. Partially because I couldn't remember well enough—" James used his free hand to tap at the side of his head where his thick, curly hair hid a rather deep scar that Arcade had seen only a handful of times, "—but also because I just didn't want to remember it, even when I could. It's a long story." He finished with a sigh, letting his hand slip back out of Arcade's grasp and gripping the bars in front of him instead, as if trying to ground himself to tell him his story.

"You don't have to." Arcade quickly blurted out, grasping James' shoulder in reassurance.

But James simply patted his hand and gave another smile, this one now filling the creases on his face with a mournful, bittersweet reflection.

"I don't have to, no, but it's only fair." He murmured, his eyes gaining a far off look as he gazed out over the town of Novac stretched out in front of them.

Arcade fell silent, watching James quietly as the warm evening wind stirred his long hair and the nearly sunken sun lit up his contemplative face and made his normally dark eyes glow a beautiful golden amber.

"Okay, if you feel you need to." Arcade murmured, turning his gaze forward again and awkwardly pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose from where they had slid down on his face.

James stayed silent a moment longer, and finally broke it with a sigh before he reluctantly began to recall his would be locked away memories.

"Let's see, where to start...guess I should explain the whole reason I sort of went all weird on you like that. My dad..."

He squeezed his eyes shut as if just bringing him up physically pained him, and took a moment to pause and rub the back of his neck. Arcade knew by now that it was a way he soothed himself, and couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt play at his heartstrings as if he felt it was his fault he was digging up these painful memories.

But he remained quiet, deciding against drawing attention to himself as James finally opened up to him.

"My father was a good man. He was...pushy, kind of overbearing, in a way. But he meant the best for me. He wanted the best for everyone." He started out slowly, opening his eyes again and gazing off towards the horizon. He had slid his hand away from the back of his neck and rested both of them on his knees.

His eyes, usually bright and contemplative, even as he was reliving his sadness just moments ago, suddenly seemed to grow distant and cold.

"And because he decided to do good, the Enclave killed him for it."

His voice wavered before dropping in tone, the chill to his words matching the look in his eyes.

Arcade felt his heart drop in his chest like a stone. A heavy, cold, guilt-burdened stone.

He knew he never had anything to do with it, but nonetheless cold shame burned in him like frostbite as he thought of how the same people he considered family were a part of such an unashamedly awful connection of people.

Arcade squeezed his green eyes shut and clasped his hands together as they started to tremble again.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, not sure what else to say after James had gone quiet.

He didn't respond immediately, and Arcade opened his eyes in surprise as he felt his hair brush against his face followed by the warmth and weight of James resting his head on his shoulder.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I'm telling you because I trust you, Arcade." James spoke softly and sweetly, intertwining his arm with Arcade's as they sat together.

Arcade opened his mouth to respond, but James interrupted him with a gentle "shush" and continued speaking.

"I don't want you to feel bad for it. I want you to know your struggles, your worries...feeling like you're alone because of the past...I understand. Kind of. In a way."

Arcade closed his eyes once again and felt himself battling back a rising wave of emotions. James often told him he was bad at reading other people, but every time without fail it felt like he could understand exactly how he felt and could spin just the right words into a comforting blanket.

He felt James' hand squeeze his warmly.

"You mean everything to me."

His words were gentle, sincere, and warmer than the sun. It felt far more like a declaration of love more than any of their shared "I love you"s ever had.

Suddenly the wall holding back his emotions crumbled, and Arcade felt tears sting at the corners of his eyes and start to cascade down his face.

"You mean everything to me, too." He managed to choke out in response.

He had opened his eyes, and past the blurred vision of still-falling tears and splattered glasses lenses, he could see James grinning his usual warm smile, with tears falling from his crinkled up eyes and down his dimpled cheeks.

Arcade's lips trembled before breaking into a smile himself.

For once, he truly believed when someone said he felt like he understood. He was glad to truly not be alone anymore.

[sleepy-stitches]

every day my birthday gets a little closer and everything gets a little scarier

[poems-of-a-lover]

i wanna rest my head on a boys chest to take a nap and have him play with my hair and kiss my head and tell me he loves me

[innalheid]

Here it is!!! Part 1 of our first cake!!!

I'll make a separate post with just pictures and explanations for those of u who aren't video people c: in the meantime, enjoy part one of our yummy yummy cake - the praline paste! Basic recipe under the cut c:

Transcript hopefully coming later, feel free to add your own (transcribing is a lot of work o.O)

(Pst - if you like this video, and wanna see more, or want me to get cooler ingredients, consider sending a few dollars my way! P*yp*l is innalheid)

Praline paste

54g peanuts

60g white sugar

Water, as needed

Splash of rum or vanilla extract

Splash of neutral oil (I used olive oil)

Roast peanuts in 350⁰F oven for about 5-10min, until you can start to smell them. Place sugar in a pot on the stove and wet sugar with water. Leave no sugar dry!! Put on high heat, and watch carefully until sugar has cooked to a caramel colour. Immediately removed from heat and stir in roasted peanuts. Stir until caramel starts to get sticky and coat nuts, then remove from pot onto parchment paper and leave to cool.

Once fully cooled and hardened, break up caramel coated nuts into smaller chunks. Blend in food processor, blender, or with a stick blender until smooth. You can add a splash of extract for flavour, and splashes of a neutral oil to help your paste come together a little easier. Transfer to a sealable container and store in the fridge for later use!

[silentoathprincess]

Written for KouAo week 2024 Day 1: Crossdressing Koujaku wears a new outfit to tempt his boyfriend. Will likely remain a oneshot due to time constraints.

i miss contributing to the DMMD fandom here you go lovelies

[moralcandy]

it's crazy how coming home by beabadoobee was actually written about q!misclickduo