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[conclaveyaoi]

[sefusneezed]

They play dress up but von kuronar is more horrifying than usual

[spooky-month-archive]

Sneak peeks of Kevin from Spooky Month 5: Tender Treats

[galaxywhale]

when somebody on reddit says something absolutely stupid to you and you’re trying desperately not to reply and point that out and end up in a meaningless reddit argument but also what they said is so stupid

[lycanthrop-ee]

hello :] here is an animatic i made abt my oc sourceron quigley waking up on the last day of his life and leaving home so his family can sacrifice him to a goddess he knows doesn't want him. thank you <3

[marlynnofmany]

Ever see a post on another site that just seems to belong on Tumblr?

[france-the-third]

man i love trying making plans with a friend and 1) they forget or 2) they answer my request to shift the plans slightly after the time we made plans for /s

[occasionaltouhou]

the beautiful mental image of yukari sitting down with a pile of busted gameboys and trying to come up with a cool spell card name for when she throws them at people

[rivertigo]

[crimeronan]

until just now i simply assumed the pov would change between the various quartet members

nobody expects the honey fern!

i actually originally planned for fern's POV to phase out after the first act of the story. but the feedback i've gotten from my irl writing group has UNIVERSALLY been, "if we lose fern's narration, i will kill everyone in this room and then myself," so.... she's getting tangled up in some more plot threads. fjsjdjdj.

here are a couple bits from her first interactions with the triad:

sol-

ruby-

and devin.

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

For word-for-WIP game... "eyes" 👀

Thank you! I had "eyes" in all of my current WIPs, but I really liked where it landed in this one. Another Curse of Strahd WIP, this time about the aftermath of the battle we had while trying to put some bones back in a box.

Milivoj, the young gravedigger that had started this whole affair — the boy that had stared down one of Strahd’s elite with nothing but a garden shovel and a grown man’s worth of grit — sat curled up in the folds of his clothes, trembling, his eyes pinned on the body crumpled at his feet. Or, Wyn thought it was a body, anyway. The figure’s clothes were bloodstained almost to the point of being unrecognizable, criss-crossed with a messy lattice of slender puncture wounds still hemorrhaging little trickles of blood. The person-shape of it had been truncated just above the shoulders, where the head had been leveraged off by a messy cut about the length of a hand’s span. Or, Wyn realized soberly, about the length of a shovel blade. Milivoj’s eyes were fixed on the discarded head, which lolled beside the sad slump of its body like a forgotten toy.

[doomxdriven]

consider: there is great significance to the color red in regards to eyes.

[martianbugsbunny]

"I have a wife....who is in love with you, and affection for you seems to me so well justified that I can’t oppose myself to that sentiment of hers" and "Tell her (if you have not made a mistake, & offered your own love instead of hers to me) that I have a heart susceptible of the tenderest passion"

Is so Espionage Husbands-core. I mean Talos reminding Nick that Soren loved him was sort of odd (I will allow for the fact that she's recently dead, that makes it a little different), but recontextualizing it like this kinda makes it more intriguing....Also it's catnip to my Espionage Husbands brain.

[thirteen-jades]

you ARE cute, wholesome and adorable :3

I sure am!

Well, maybe not always wholesome :3c

[hourcat]

Also the idea of piarles fucking in the locker room shower is hot

this is so true about literally any version of piarles 🙏

[tvrningout-a]

open starter | mutuals encounter rin!

" i hate this. " the elf looks something between sick and furious as she paces her quarters ( this room is too small, this city too enclosed. she wishes she could be among the tress, away from all these people for just a few minutes ). rin's hair looks messier than usual, as if she's been running her hands through the ginger strands. " i hate this. i haven't used my name in ages for this very reason. my clan shouldn't suffer because of my choices. "

king edmund has found them. all these years of secrecy were for naught because that annoying, persistent bastard found them, threatened to kill every last member of rin's clan. as much as she still resents them, as much as she hates the idea of facing them, they don't deserve a target upon their backs ( she can't let them die. she can't let her father die. it doesn't matter how her heart still bleeds -- she can't lose them, too ).

" aneira said they've fled into the ravenwood. that'll deter any scouts for some time or at least make their jobs harder. the place is like a maze, i hear. " but it still isn't safe. she's heard the stories of what lurks in the dark, the creature that tempts travelers. rin's eyes flick to her companion, flecks of gold shining in the candlelight as she quits her pacing at last. her hands are clenched into tight fists at her sides, chin raised defiantly; this is the most still she's ever been, frame taught like a bow. " we have to find them first. i have to. i don't give a fuck what my council is saying. i'm going to find my clan and get them out of this mess myself. "

the silent question hangs in the air: are you with me or not?