#mod ash..

[pokeficdaily]

[krazieka2]

Here's a big old Fire Emblem Search & Find I did for the FE3H Masquerade Zine! Find the Golden Deer, but see if you can't find the rest of the students as well! For the ultimate challenge, see if you can't name every character! (Disclaimer two characters are NPCs with no names)

[shitty-mechs-headcannons]

All the mechs mechanisms are dodgy as hell

Oh Tim your trying to look at something ha your eyes are unfocused

Jonny being a bit too physically active? Oh shit, something's knocked out of place, there's a weird clicking noise and it h u r t s now

Ashes gets a bit of water in their lungs? Well the whole thing is fucked up now. You can't even soak that shit in rice to get the moisture out

Ivy accidentally downloads a bad virus? She's down for the count until someone is able to clean her out (and more often than not they have to kidnap and threaten some computer scientist or some such because not everyone who can help is always on the ship, and sometimes whoever can help doesn't have the expertise in how that planet's computers work)

Brian moves in the wrong way, gets shot in the wrong place, or any other number of things? Wait weeks for the metal of his mechanism to twist painfully back into place, or have someone open him up for a wildly invasive surgery to fix him, which he probably isn't always up for!

The Mechs are disabled mark my worms

-mod wil

[stuckinthesun]

༝༚༝༚ Tic-Tac-Toe ༝༚༝༚

Part 2

Black suit mod!Leon x fem!Reader

Leon masterlist

You hated these banquets, it was just a bunch of rich people trying to prove just how rich they were. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were childhood friends with the president’s daughter, you wouldn’t even be here.

Normally you wouldn’t be here, choosing to make some excuse to get out of it that Ashley would envy you for, but this dinner was an exception. It was to celebrate Ashley’s safe return home from being held hostage in Spain.

You’re here to support your friend, although she keeps being whisked away to talk to random people about her “adventure” like it was some thrilling vacation.

So here you sat, in the back of the room alone, with your own tray of champagne and a pen. What’s the pen for, you ask? Well, as you sat there, drinking and bored out of your mind, you looked down at your legs and realized something. The fishnet stockings you wore made for the perfect tic-tac-toe canvas.

And that’s how you’ve been spending the last ten minutes, playing a game of tic-tac-toe against yourself, when you hear someone clear their throat. You look up, a little sluggishly due to the alcohol in your system, and when you see who’s standing at your table, you’re eyes widen.

Leon S. Kennedy, aka the man who went all the way to Spain and saved Ashley, by himself.

You’ve met him before, briefly, when he first brought Ashley home, but you haven’t really seen him since. You were too focused on your friend to really register anything else.

But now that everything’s calmed down, and Ashley has reassured you that she’s alright, you finally take in the agent who rescued her.

And he looked… he looked good.

The man is wearing a three piece suit, the dress shirt and tie a dark grey and the outer coat a nice black, and he looked at you with amusement as he asked, “Are you playing tic-tac-toe… on your leg?”

You look down at your own leg, as if you needed to confirm that was what you were in fact doing, before looking back up at him, “And what if I am?”

Leon laughs, and it sounds so pretty that you instantly decide you need to hear it again. The man pulls out the chair next to you and sits down, “I’m not judging you, actually seems more entertaining than anything else here.”

“Ah a man with taste,” You say, and move your chair until it’s closer to his before propping your leg up on his lap, “Well then, Leon, X’s or O’s?”

Now it’s you looking at him with amusement as his eyes widen and flicker between your leg in his lap and your face, “You’re serious?”

“Very, now grab a glass and make your move.” You instruct, pushing the pen into his hand and grabbing your own glass before taking a swig.

Leon just looks at you for a moment, and then at the pen in his hand, and then your leg in his lap. You watch him with a raised eyebrow as he seems to shrug to himself, grabs a glass of champagne, down it in one go and then grab your leg, carefully drawing an X through a gap in your stockings.

You whooped a little louder than you meant to, making some of the guests nearby look at the both of you. Leon shushed you with a laugh, putting a hand over your mouth and you giggled, pleased with yourself for hearing that sound again.

Still giggling you took the pen from his grasp and looked at your leg, deciding where to place your move. Leon leaned over a little to watch as he said, “So this is gonna be really awkward since you clearly know my name-“

You let out a dramatic gasp, and look up just in time to watch him roll his eyes while fighting off a smirk, “You don’t know my name?!”

“You never-“

“Shame!”

“You never introduced yourself!” Leon defended himself, picking up another glass of champagne, “You just thanked me, hugged me and left!”

“I was a little preoccupied,” You glare playfully, drawing an O right next to his X, “My best friend just got back from being kidnapped, remember?”

“Yeah, I’m the one that saved her, remember?” Leon leaned closer and plucked the pen from your fingers.

You leaned in closer to, “Yeah, that’s why we’re both at this stupid thing, remember?”

His hand, that had stayed respectfully on your knee since he first touched you, slid a little higher. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers getting caught in your tights and his hot breath fanning your face, “So are you gonna tell me your name, or are you gonna make me guess?”

You smirk and open your mouth-

“Ahem,” The sound of someone clearing their throat startled both of you.

You and Leon jumped away from each other with lightning speed, so fast you about fell out of your chair trying to get your legs off his lap. When you looked up you saw none other than Ashley Graham herself, wearing a shit eating grin as she tried not to laugh.

“Ashley,” You greeted nonchalantly, raising an empty champagne glass toward her.

“Y/N,” Ashley said, unable to hold in a chuckle. You see Leon look at you from your peripheral and sigh, bummed you didn’t get to tell him your name yourself.

“Leon,” Ashley says then, and the agent sits up instantly, looking at the blonde girl, “My dad’s been looking for you.”

“Oh, uh,” Leon looked at you, and you looked back at him with a sad smile. He returned the smile and with a small sigh he stood up, “Right, thanks Ashley.”

“Of course, bye Leon.” Ashley smiled knowingly, and you could’ve sworn you saw the agent blush.

“Bye. It was nice to officially meet you, Y/N.” Leon said, giving you one last smile before walking away, leaving you with your friend.

“Why do you have X’s and O’s on your leg?”

…and ink on your leg.

I found the picture on the right and just knew I had to write something

[mechanismslorearchive]

Hello I’m asking about your Mechs photos. Gimme your best Ashes

ashes my beloved

[a-mag-a-day]

Hi I'm actually not over how Jon woke up from a six-month coma with his friends dead and all he got was a call-out statement and his humanity questioned. He didn't even get a hug wtf. No one held his hand. No one smiled at seeing him alive. No one said "thank god" and no one said "welcome back" and no one said "i'll take you home." He didn't even get a cup of tea

He didn't even get a cup of tea

[igorlevchenko-blog]

Morrowind: Dagoth Delnus of Sixth House

Digital painting. Made in Photoshop in 2015. Feel free to repost, reupload etc.

[dawns-beauty]

Finished up Elder Othreloth! He received some nice new earrings, scars, a beard with custom beads (the details are too small to even see lol,) and some ceremonial ash-paint.

I even gave him a fancy robe (with gold embroidery that reflects light a little) with decorative Chaurus wing cape

So fancy.

[a-cat-in-toffee]

"wow rand, did you draw that background?" no. i did not.

[drgscreenshotsthatgohard]

BARREL STACK BARREL STACK

[iamtryingtobelieve]

"We are the mods! We are the mods! We are, we are, we are the mods!" Quadrophenia (1979) Dir: Franc Roddam

[pokeficdaily]

[ask-elliotgang]

Hey Elliot, are you secretly a Cubone with how much dead mother angst you have in your life?

[shitty-mechs-headcannons]

The Mechanisms’ mechanisms work differently in regards to how and how fast they come back.

Jonny’s is based on what makes sense the most for the story whether its coming back instantly for Sleeping Beauty or taking a whole hour or two at Gender Rebels so the others can do a show without him.

For Marius, I got the idea from a fanfic that he comes back when its the most comedic

Nastya and Ivy always come back after a specific, reasonable amount of time, Raphaella is similar, but various other factors can make it shorter or longer, giving her more things to experiment with.

Ashes comes back when you least expect it (only applies to mortals since the mechs always expect it)

Brian comes back when he is needed, and Toy Solider comes back when you tell it to.

oh!! this makes jonny's "our mechanisms rely on The Narrative" and nastya's "no tf they don't" both correct

-mod fen

[undrsk0re]

I

I PROMISED MYSELF TO NOT MAKE A CORRUPTION MOD ASH

BUT HERE I AM

[megumipudin]

My two favorite things in one ✨️