#she's such a mess

[daydreamerwonderkid]

"Harley Quinn is a member of the Batfam" fans, how we doing tonight? XD

[vizakethla]

Fishing For Answers

TW: Strong Language, Alcohol Use, Light Violence, Suggestive Themes

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“I could have fucking exploded! Do you understand that?!” Viza exclaims, grabbing the roegadyn by his collar and roughly shaking him. She lets go of her grip, placing her hand flat on his chest and pushing him back a step. Suddenly darting forward, she leans in “Like… BOOM!” she yells, screaming directly into his face. Taking a step back, she reaches to her lips for one last chug, downing the remainder of her beer before falling roughly into her seat. Kicking her feet up onto the table, in one surprisingly fluid motion.

The roe, putting on a half formed smirk, attempts to straighten out his shirt, flattening it under his palms as he regains his footing. “Contract work can be dangerous. Why don’t you let someone big and strong…” he barely has time to start his sentence before Viza shifts toward him, slamming her fist on the table. 

“Fuck no! It’s so badass!” she says, leaping back to her feet. “You should have seen it! There were all these colorful crystals, and she did all these crazy hand motions.” She gestures wildly and incoherently. “Then it was all like bzshoomp and everything was glowing!” Her flush face scrunches briefly. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Hartroeg.” he replies, eyes wide with bewilderment. Collecting himself, painting on his smirk once more, he continues, “But you can call me Fish cause…”

“So Hort, want to buy me another one?” Viza cuts him off again, sliding her empty beer across the table towards him. The man’s jaw begins to clench, grinding his remaining teeth together. He quickly opens his mouth, shifting his weight towards her. But before he could even speak, she leans forward, elbows on the table in front of her, looking straight into Hartroeg’s eyes. “After all, a nice cold beer tastes so good with, Fish.” she says slowly. Each word, dripping off her tongue.

With a long sigh, he turns and heads off in the direction of the bartender. She falls back into her seat, swinging her feet back up onto the table. Neatly crossing them as she gently kicks along to the music being performed by a bard in the corner of the room. The warm sea air blowing hair across her lightly red face. After a few moments, ‘Hort’ returns carrying two more beers.

“Would ya ever join a cult?” Viza asks, leaning back even further in her seat.

“Uhh what?” He sets the drinks down on the table, one in front of himself and the other at her feet. Squinting at her as he sits down.

“Kat’s home or whatever you want to call it.” She places heavy air quotes around the word home. 

“Who’s Kat?”

She leans in to grab the drink before settling down in her seat again. Tilting her head back and staring at the ceiling. “No one’s that nice. They always want something from you. That pretty bartender over there? She doesn’t care about your day, she just wants your gil. That merchant sitting at that table? He couldn’t give two shits about making sure you get a good product. Heck, you? You’re just hoping I get drunk enough to fuck you.”

“...” Hartroeg begins to grumble, sitting up straight. Opening his mouth…

“But what does she want from me?” She continues, completely ignoring the roe yet again. His fists clenching tighter and tighter. Viza tips forward to take a sip before letting her head fall back with a sigh. “What could someone like her possibly want from someone like me? Ughhh, you’re all the same.”

He shoots out of his seat, sending the chair flying backwards across the floor with a loud clatter. Stomping towards Viza, he stands above her. “Enough of this!” he bellows, spit flying from the corners of his mouth. “Do you have any idea who I am?! How many I’ve killed for less?”

She downs the rest of her glass, dropping it to the table, before nimbly jumping to her feet. Slapping the man firmly on his back. “You’re right! Fuck it! Worrying about this isn’t worth my time. I am better off on my own. Thanks Hark.” she proclaims, turning to leave. 

Veins now bulging off every muscle he has, the man grabs for her, unaware of the seat she had quietly slid between them. He comes crashing down with a loud thud. The full weight of his body flipping over the chair.

Without so much as a glance back, Viza slowly walks out of the inn. “Or maybe I will run into her again…” she whispers to herself.

[rebuke-me]

oh my god madeline fontaine's guide to fucking chloe valentine please

Madeline woke up with the greasy taste of sleep in her mouth and Chloe Maria Valentine passed out next to her in her shitty twin dorm bed. 

Well, fuck. 

It wasn’t that Chloe wasn’t pretty, or that Madeline was somehow against dating girls (kissing Jenna Rolan at a party in her sophomore year had taught her some things about herself) but really, Chloe fucking Valentine?

[away-ward]

Can you imagine: You finally go on a date with the guy you've been secretly dating...

after literally all of your friends and his have agreed to do everything they can to keep your relationship away from the prying eyes of the secret police his crazy controlling mother has following him...

specifically to keep him away from you...

and then you just blast yourself across every available screen in the city while on that date??

I'd die.

[klywrites]

Mira my babygirl, my stupid idiot daughter

[noblehcart]

“Can I keep you?” (For Liesel during those first strange days between them when she is deciphering her mysterious tome)

Send "Can I keep you?" for my muse's reaction to yours asking them that question @lordofthestrix

"And also, taking in consideration the brush stroke. I mean- I haven't seen any similar style of handwriting like this in the early 1900s, but I have in medieval-"

Her voice trailed off as the warning tone in her mind reminded her that he had spoke in between her endless ramblings of today's findings. Fingers laid at the border to the journal in between layers of photocopied letters and manuscripts she used in comparison while wide forest eyes lifted from them to him as she tried to calm her excitement. "-medieval France manuscripts."

A quiet thoroughly embarrassed laugh managed to escape as she straightened up from having bent over the table, fingers now lifting to brush back strands from her cheek while her mind raced to figure out how to come back from the clearly slippery slope she had been on. How could she not be excited? Journals were always of interest to her and this one- this was unique. It was puzzle within a riddle and if she wanted to believe in her gut then maybe a cipher in it as well mixed with symbolism. Who was this person? Why did they code their thoughts so fully? Why did he, because she knew at least that it was, write the way he did when he lived in the early nineteen hundreds. The references hinted at royalty and nobility, but there was a clearly Russian setting. It tore at her chest to say that the author knew of or was familiar with the Romanovs, but she didn't want to excite the possible ancestor to the prospect of this and later disappoint him.

She could never be cruel enough to raise his hopes only to drop them. He did, however, confirm through family legend that he had ancestors in Russia at the approximate time of the journal.

And then the mystery of who the longing, despairing lost love is. And if it is a Romanov, then who? The Romanovs were a large family and she didn't want think of the grandiose idea that it was one of the grand duchesses themselves.

It was possible but-

"I'm sorry I'm just rambling on." Was her breathless reply as she collected what little dignity she had left in meeting his gaze. Those blue eyes of his seemingly amused and she felt even more flustered than before. Here she was rambling like on excited child that just saw the most marvelous movie while he watched on and said- what was it he said? Surely, he didn't say that. Her eyes left his as she looked down to her table and began gathering up her paperwork and notes in anxious worry that he'd see some one he couldn't trust with this journal. He had every right to demand it back as it was his family's journal- but that was why she even tried contacting him to begin with. It was lucky she found the small crest imbedded in a page of sprawling ink and swirls. Maybe she shouldn't have even called him at all. He could rip it from her and she'd be left wondering the truth of the journal for the rest of her days.

"Its just that....family mysteries are something of an interest of mine." Her fingers continued to thumb through the papers as she set to work to stacking them neatly in piles. "I've been sort of figuring out my own family history- that's why I was in France to begin with when I found this journal. A contact of mine told me of a monastery that had collected many old books and journals, some of which had been donated from Russian émigrés. I thought just maybe I'd find some kind of lead, but I found your family."

The papers sat neatly as she reached over to take the open journal, eyes flickering to take note of the page before closing it gently and holding it in both hands. "It feels silly to think there could ever be a connection- I mean clearly, your ancestors ran in far better circles than mine ever would've...but it just feels ironic that I go looking for a russian journal and I find one. Not mine, but a mystery. A story nonetheless. However tragic it may be, but its a story of someone's life, someone's pain and grief."

Petite shoulders shrug as she offers him a soft smile. "But what is grief if not love persevering? My guess from what little I understand so far is that he loved her and probably never stopped. Don't you think?"

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[vigilantdesert]

♡

How to Woo a Chieftain

This is not one of the good ones but it's true none the less; Urbosa's a sucker for a good will they/won't they chase. As an older woman she acknowledges this is not good and learns (painfully, through experience), that she should ignore this instinct, but when she was younger there was no easier way to lure her in than by playing hard to get. I should say, the second she heard a "no" or felt that the object of her affections was uncomfortable, she would back off. But demure, coyish flirting with indefinite answers followed by "So where are you taking me?" Immediate heart throb. You've activated her need to prove herself as well as her general affection for pretty girls. She was doomed from the start.

[eric-the-disposable-demon]

Uh-

just found out my cousin (who lives in England) is in the art department of a bunch of shows??? And she worked oN DOCTOR WHO? AND HAD LUNCH WITH DAVID TENNANT???? and she just told me so casually because she's interested in the art, not the show? I mean, excuse me? She worked on SHERLOCK???? FOR A WHOLE SEASON?? She worked on Peaky Blinders and Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones??? And probably other things because she has a shitty memory and according to her everything is a blur?? AND AT ONE POINT SHE WAS LIKE: "oh and have you ever heard of Neil Gaiman?" And I was trying not to scream, because yes, of course I've heard of Neil, he's only my favorite author, I've only read like all of his books multiple times, and if you say you worked on Good Omens or the Sandman I'm going to lose it completely. So I said "yeah I've read a couple of his books," -you know, like a liar- "what about him?" and she goes "well I worked on one of his shows and he's brilliant i just can't remember which one" and i go "w-what do you mean he's brilliant? You're.. you're talking about his writing... his writing is brilliant, right?" And she cheerfully says "oh no I don't read books, I ment he was really nice and brilliant when I talked to him" and i go "WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT" and she thinks for a moment and goes "oh! BRICKS" WHAT IN THE WORLD YES NO THAT MAKES SENSE YOU GET TO WORK AND TALK WITH NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN AND YOU TALK ABOUT BRICKS? NO THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL I'M NOT MAD ".... it was what I was designing at the time, I needed to know what vibe the bricks should have. Anyway want to see the spinning fireplace I made for doctor who" WHAT THE FUCK.

@neil-gaiman do you remember any brick conversations by any chance

[fineapple20]

Portraits

Retouched this set from last year, because it was haunting me laying there 80% finished

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby will have beef with toy Bonnie in FNAF 2..

[bigfatbreak]

they both got bonked for being silly.

[mumblesplash]

(teaching my art class)

me: and what’s the number one rule when designing characters with wings? …well?

a handful of students, sighing reluctantly: no good fa-

me (interrupting them): NO good-faith attempts at realism, EVER. you want all the bird dweebs and physicists jumping ship as EARLY AS POSSIBLE so they’re not around to cinemasins your ass when you get to the cool parts of your story, and…ugh, what now, gerald

gerald (my least favorite student): why not just do some minimal research instead of-

me: listen you little shit i can and will singlehandedly tank your 4.0 gpa

[iamnmbr3]

Harry most times that he sees a Veela: lol why is everyone acting so weird?

Harry when he sees Cedric: Omg he's so handsome and good looking and attractive.

Harry when he sees young Sirius: How is he this fit without even trying?

Harry when he sees Tom Riddle: Damn. Credit where credit it due. An 11 has entered the room.

Harry when he sees Draco: That soft, gleaming, sleek blond hair tho. Those glittering, pale grey eyes tho. I hate him. But like. I can see.

JK Rowling: I have written a heterosexual protagonist.

Me: Have you tho?

[quantumshade]

there's an interesting thing rtd said from the commentary about the "real mom" line:

i get not liking the line but like. it's an intentional mistake and an intentional character choice, and something we'll return to in the future, and that seems like important context to have when talking about the episode.

[pcktknife]

miku design i dont think i ever posted