#one (little) chapter to go

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[heyitsrink]

It was neither pain nor pleasure; it was connection, pure and simple, as if we shared a skin. I lay still under that scrutiny, lacking even the strength to tremble, as I prayed he would go no further. I need not have feared.

[benevolenterrancy]

so I've started reading Journey to the West, and I more or less knew what to expect from Sun Wukong going in, no surprises there. Tripitaka, on the other hand, completely knocked my feet out from under me... I am enchanted

[kasieli]

DamiRae week 2025 | Day three: Love Confessions

Kind of a reach here, but hey, confessing your love on the altar is still confessing your love, right? (Even if you’ve done it a thousand times before?????)

[greenheartart]

Because this is absolutely the kind of petty rules-lawyering thing Rus would do.

Painted over this because I couldn't unsee it.

[mandareeboo]

I think it's such an interesting facet of Noelle's character that, regardless of whatever route you choose these past few chapters, Noelle just instinctively knows that Kris is "off".

She tries to downplay their childhood together to not seem odd to Susie but then she hears the slightest hitch in their voice and knows something completely different from their norm happening. It's not just a coping mechanism in Snowgrave-- it's an objective fact that Noelle can take one goddamn LOOK at Kris and know something is deeply wrong in her gut and that's so cool.

[unnonexistence]

i think ive expressed this sentiment before but i love chapter titles so much. i love chapter titles that follow a naming scheme. i love really long chapter titles that start with "in which". i love chapter titles that just plainly state something that sounds unremarkable & you can't tell why it's important until you read the chapter. i love chapter titles.

[p1zzaparty]

sorry for the lack of posting i thought it was actually suchhh a good idea to replay the entirety of fallout!!!

Have some eddie studies while i get back into the groove of things

ive been practicing stylizing him more because im obsessed with capturing his likeness in my style. Actually studying his face a lot more made me realize how crazy square this guy is. I think i tricked myself into believing he was sharper than he actually was because you know, sharp triangles = jerk ass characters. But hes actually pretty soft and round. And long Horse face

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

TSV season 1 looks at the question "Why would anyone worship an evil god?" And answers "What other choice do we have?" What other choice do we have when the legacy of everyone we have ever loved and lost weigh heavy on our shoulders? What other choice do we have when there is some deep unfulfilled Want in us and this is the only thing that said it could complete us? What other choice do we have when this is our entire world from our home to our workplace to everything in between? What choice do we have when all we see is devastation from equally terrifying hungry beings that will surely kill us if our god doesn't protect us? What choice do we have when this is the only thing we have ever known?

And thing is even if you try to escape? This world won't let you. Most likely you are going to be dragged back kicking and screaming and turned into a grotesque monster against your will. Most likely someone with a gun to your head will keep you in check. And even if you do escape the god that has done nothing but taken from you and hurt you and destroyed you and killed you and broken you down and turned you into something horrid?

Well there's another one, just as hungry, just as wretched, just as evil, right behind you and waiting to eat embrace you.

[rakiah]

SO 🙏 MUCH 🙏 FEELS 🙏 AND 🙏 YELLING 🙏

[myokk]

my first attempt at digital art (never again🥲) for mctober💘

Eloise Babbit✨

slytherin

5th year

favorite subjects: arithmancy & ancient runes

least favorite subject: beasts (animals make her nervous🥲)

hobbies: reading & thinking (IT’S A HOBBY OKAY??)

[fourorchid]

“Obedient Thing”

— Chapter 2 —

Description: The monotony of your day to day life as a lab assistant is suddenly interrupted upon meeting Viktor, a researcher at the academy, who has a gaze that pulls you apart and knows exactly how to piece you back together. His voice, his actions—they’re dizzying, frustrating—but madly addictive. Curiosity and happenstance seem to render you incapable of avoiding him as you come to terms with the newfound feelings he’s unintentionally (or maybe intentionally) stirred within you.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (here)

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

— Viktor x fem!Reader | ~2.1K —

Disclaimer: I’ve decided to continue with the story, thank you all for the kind words! This chapter is a bit shorter than the first one, but I promise things are going to pick up more in the next few. I appreciate any feedback! Enjoy ~

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You wake up the next morning a bit groggier than usual, finding your condition not even the least bit surprising after the events of yesterday. You reach for your phone remembering the text you had sent Jayce last night before exhaustion overcame you. Your irritation was evident even through the phone screen.

“Couldn’t find the notebooks. Viktor said you left with them. Care to explain?”

You notice Jayce had simply thumbs-upped the message—nothing more. What is his problem? You think to yourself as you roll your half-mast eyes in irritation.

Generally, you and Jayce tended to get along very well. Over the years of working together, you even came to consider him a friend. But this notion he’s trying to bring to fruition with, albeit, well-intentioned deceit, is crossing a line.

You stare at the screen deciding that it might be more effective to nip this in the bud in person.

* * * *

The weekend passes completely uneventful—not that you mind, you actually prefer it that way. You feel yourself more refreshed now as you prepare for the day ahead. You hop in the shower, letting the hot stream work its way over your body to relieve some of the tension you so often carry. You leave the shower, get dressed, and fidget with your hair and makeup for a moment before finally appraising yourself in the mirror. With a swift once-over you deem yourself presentable. Taking your work bag and phone in hand—you begin your commute.

You arrive a few minutes early like you usually prefer to. You make your way up to the lab and let yourself in to see Viktor standing opposite Jayce in conversation. He leans slightly against the wall, his hands languidly hanging on to his cane while they speak. Meanwhile, Jayce has one arm braced casually on his desk while the other gestures in the air to emphasize whatever it was that he was currently talking about.

Viktor glances up as you enter, his eyes flitting over you for a moment before returning to his conversation with Jayce, his demeanor casual and nonchalant.

Thankfully, Viktor doesn’t seem to be staying as you hear their conversation wrapping up while you move closer. From what you could catch they seemed to be talking about some recent research developments. You let out a small, pursed breath having confirmed that the conversation wasn’t about you, feeling a bit ridiculous for even thinking that could’ve been the case in the first place.

“Well, I will let you get back to your work.” Viktor’s voice is reserved but friendly as he speaks. His expression remains composed—stoic, even, as he looks between you and Jayce before turning to leave. But in passing he does something subtle. A gesture that the average person might not pay much mind—but you do.

Keeping his gaze straight ahead while he walks, Viktor reaches his hand out and brushes his fingers over your arm. His touch is featherlight but unmistakably intentional, sending a shiver down your back. The interaction is over in seconds but the sensation lingers, burning through the fabric of your sleeve. The click of Viktor’s cane against the linoleum floor echoes the pulse now thumping in your ears as he exits the doorway of the lab.

“Morning, y/n,” Jayce pops the bubble around you as he speaks, suddenly thrusting you back down to earth.

“You seem…distracted?” His voice lilts with playful condescension as his mouth widens to reveal that signature smile of his. The same smile he wore when discovering a breakthrough, the smile he wore while schmoozing socialites—and the smile he now displayed at seeing you very clearly thrown off your game; something he hadn’t thought possible until observing it with his own eyes just now.

“Hm, yeah, I wonder why?” Your tone is biting and stern but there’s a wobbly quality that underlines each word. A frustrated breath pushes out of you as you place your hands on your hips. You raise your eyebrows in waiting to indicate for him to start explaining.

Jayce expected this confrontation but still wasn’t entirely sure of how to explain himself in a way that would effectively placate your anger. And it doesn’t help that you can tell his struggle to find the right words is not coming from a place of regret. It was more so in the way of someone who had poked the bear and was now trying to find some honey to appease said bear so it didn’t eat them instead.

You were the bear.

“Look, I’m sorry—I know it wasn’t very…honest…of me to go about things that way, but—“ He begins and you roll your eyes, unimpressed but not necessarily surprised by Jayce’s audacity to try to justify his actions.

“I just don’t think either of you would have gotten introduced otherwise. Viktor—well, he’s zeroed in on work. It’s a miracle if he decides to even take a day off—let alone take the time to meet someone new.”

Jayce gestures to you with his hand as he continues his line of reasoning.

��And I didn’t think you’d really consider him due to your difference in age and, you know, his, uh…intense demeanor,” he states trying to tactfully acknowledge how Viktor differs from your usual romantic endeavors.

“But, I’ve known you for a while now—Viktor even longer—and I just think there’s potential for something there, that’s all.” Jayce finishes, crossing his arms over his chest to punctuate his point.

You take a moment to try to think of where to even begin with your response but Jayce cuts in again before you can.

“So, tell me about it.” He says curious.

“What?” You reply unsure of what Jayce is getting at. You bite back the pointed words that threaten to escape your throat.

“Your impression of him.” He clarifies casually.

Once again, you find yourself unable to form a coherent thought at the mention of Viktor—an unfortunate pattern you were beginning to notice. One that was not helping your attempt to come across unaffected at the current moment.

You gather a deep breath and let it go before you speak.

“He’s…fine.”

You try to appear indifferent in your delivery, but your voice comes out sounding unnatural and strained instead.

Jayce’s face turns slightly skeptical. He sports a faint grin as he gives you a look that says, “Thats it?” but he stops himself from actually saying it, knowing he’s pushed his luck enough lately.

Instead, he offers a simple nod; a symbol of a truce. You accept, thankful to not be interrogated as you’ve done that to yourself more than enough over the past few days—and to no avail.

“I’m sorry.” Jayce’s apology cuts through the silence, lighthearted but sincere nonetheless.

“The last thing I want to do is upset you.” He adds, which you know is true. And you can admit that your reaction to the situation was a bit…extreme, for some reason. Jayce’s soft voice and round, puppy-ish eyes seem to melt away the contempt inside you. You decide to accept his apology.

There’s an unspoken agreement to drop it for now as Jayce pulls out his notes for today’s work. He hands them over for your perusal as he explains where he’d like you to start. Your eyes trace over the numbers from last week’s trials as you begin to sketch out what a potential graph of the data might look like. As the day goes on, the familiar routine of work lulls you back to your usual calm and focused state.

So much so that you almost forget about the nagging feeling in your gut. A feeling that pulls at your subconscious.

That has your fingers running across the same spot of your arm where his touch felt imprinted on your skin.

A feeling that told you this was not the end of it.

Almost.

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[courfee]

“Regulus would be proud of us,” James whispered quietly to no one in particular, still gripping onto the painting like a life raft. 

— Tender Curiosities, Baby!  @otrtbs

[kasieli]

Since tumblr won't us post just the A03 link and I desperately cannot stand a short, bland post, I suppose I'll be trying to post some sort of character and/or lore sheet per chapter of A Reign of Shadows. Starting off with these two birbs. Anyways, chapter three of A Reign of Shadows is up here!

[blueskittlesart]

is detcon actually good

no <3 hope this helps

[will-teehee]

Guyyyyyys

You know how there's a lot of connection between the characters with being perceived as insane, mad or crazy

But Will, for an exemple, is just seen as a forgettable person and not specifically mad

Imagine at some point we get a look at his room, and there's just crumbled paper everywhere with written "I am Will. I am still me. In my life I had 14 siblings. I am now friends with Montresor, Ada, Prospero and Annabel Lee. I am Will. ..."

And maybe someone (even better if it's Monty) enters his room for a reason or another and just. 'whats is this will'