#then we got tg.

[apleijuic]

ok i post a little bit of stuff ive done between this project im working on herrmm. redesigns!!!!

[diadoescomics]

Mechanics

Maybe incredibly esoteric but I just love the weird names people give mechs

If you got any please share they're very fun to read

[saveugoodmadam]

MUM COME PICK ME UP I'M SCARED

[thecoruscantaxo]

the fact that hotd could've been the westerosi succession but alas the writers are scared of subtlety

[claraoswalds]

Was it over when she laid down on your couch? Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? "Come here," I whispered in your ear In your dream as you passed out, baby Was it over then? And is it over now?

— Taylor Swift, "Is It Over Now?"

[riacte]

Fuck it, posting the False-Martyn Secret Life body swap AU the distressed clowns cooked up in the copium lounge when it dropped.

Basically we wanted False in Life series soooooo bad and we wanted Renchanting soooooo bad and was like. Hey we can just make up our own stuff right. Hey what if body swap AU. So she could go to play Life series and Martyn could find Ren on Hermitcraft. Hey what if we just did that yeah.

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False is falling.

Well, she's falling, but she's doing it in a nonchalant way, and she's actually very confused about the whole thing, but she's trying not to show it.

"Do you know why you're here?" the Watchers seethe, their many voices echoing in the void.

False is unaffected by the Watchers. "Um, no? A bit of explaining would be appreciated, thank you."

"The Watchers are hungry," the Watchers continue. "Ravenous. Distressed. Depressed. Straight up delusional. We crave more blood. Drama. Stories."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, but what does that have to do with me?"

"The Watchers want you. " A pause. "We've always had. Since like, 2021."

False blinks. "Oh. I'm… flattered?"

"Copium can only sustain us for so long," the Watchers continue grandly. "We're good at creating crumbs out of thin air, but we're at our limit now. We hold on until we can't anymore. So, please. We need you here."

False shrugs. She's still falling. "Sure. Why not? This seems fun. I'll join you in a heartbeat."

"… You seem unaffected by us. We're gods. We control the universe. We control you. We have interesting fanon portrayals. AND WE'RE MEANT TO BE SCARY!!"

"Dude, I'm literally falling into the void," False points out. "Voices aren't really scary compared to that."

"… You're an interesting one, False Symmetry."

"Charmed," False replies drily. "Anyways, where do I begin?"

The Watchers explain the rules to her and how she'll be sharing the body of another player. "Martyn. Hmm. Well, I guess that might as well happen," says False, who is on Tumblr and has probably Seen Things.

“By the way, he's somehow down to half of his hearts already."

False gasps, highly offended because she'll be starting out with a disadvantage. "Martyn's done WHAT NOW-"

-

A confused Martyn wakes up inside the Hermitcraft server. Fortunately for him, the gears in his mind turn quickly. He picks up the communicator next to him and instantly understands the situation.

Ren: Falsie!! When are we gonna meet at the race? :D False: would 11 in the morning be ok? Ren: Yes!! See you there!! RD <3 <3 <3 :)

Martyn gasps dramatically. Is this what it feels like to have Ren answer your DMs?

[h0estar]

can we talk about how so many of us practically grew up with noragami? many of us here are now adults who have liked this series since we were kids. we really stuck around long enough to see it through to the end. it's commendable, honestly. waiting in agony every month for whatever hell adatchitoka wanted us to go through was an experience in itself, and this comment made me chuckle thinking about it.

well, they weren't wrong! i have so much love for this series and the journey i had with it from start to finish. noragami is never leaving my heart and mind, and this sick empty feeling when a series i love ends will haunt me for the rest of my days. thank you for all these years. goodbye noragami <3

[polar-equinoxx]

Pony Ice and Mav???

Pony Ice and Mav.

[thedarkone121]

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Rachel, ever so slowly, raised her head up so she could stare Doctor Jekyll in the eye. The saturated brown eyes met hers and at once, the strained smile fell away. Something close to fear had entered his eyes.

Good, he understood that this was no laughing matter. 

“I am taking her to the tailor shop,” she began, her words slow and clear so that the idiot doctor could understand her. “And I am going to make sure she’s getting dressed properly . If I need the money to buy her new dresses, you’re the one that’s going to be paying them. You hear me, Doctor?!” 

“Yes ma’am!” Jekyll squealed as he shrunk back. Rachel didn’t realize she was almost nose-to-nose with him. Now, on a normal day, Rachel wouldn’t dare get all up in her boss’s face like that. But the outrageous fury she felt coursing through her blood was enough to override the repercussions. 

“Wha’s a tail-er?” Anne-Marie’s confused voice piercing the air managed to break Rachel out of her rage.

Right, there was work to be done.

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New chapter is up guys! And boy, was it a long one. 28 pages on the Google Docs...

[duchesschameleon]

“You’re both so smart and yet so stupid.”

really feeling nat saying this to jake and bradley??

thank you darling for the prompt!!! this was fun and…kinda spun out of control?? I hope you like it!!! (edit: find this fic on ao3)

Natasha Trace minds her own business. Natasha Trace does not get involved with drama. Natasha Trace does not get involved with her fellow pilots.

But Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw make it really difficult to stay out of their business.

Sometimes, she curses the day she met both of them in flight school. Sure, their friendship made the long, hot days in Pensacola more bearable and entertaining, but then they started coming to her separately to whine and moan about the other.

Five years of this bullshit later, Natasha Trace is seconds away from knocking their heads together. Or into a wall. She’s not picky.

“Nat, are you even listening to me?” Bradley asks, the two of them seated at a bar, beer bottles in front of them.

“Yeah, Hangman did something ridiculous again you’re pissed off. So instead of talking to him about it, you’re whining to me,” she says with a roll of her eyes.

Bradley narrows his eyes, taking a long sip of beer. “You know it’s my last days here before shipping out. You could be nice to me.”

“You know it’s your last days here before shipping out, you could actually talk to me as your friend and not your marriage counselor.”

“Marriage - what, I’m not married!” Bradley sputters. “Definitely not to fucking Hangman!”

“Coulda fooled me,” Nat mumbles around her beer bottle.

“It’s Hangman, Nat,” Bradley points out, “he’s an asshole, self-obsessed, and a dick!”

“Well, that’s rich coming from you Rooster,” a familiar voice drawls behind them. “You’re the cockiest one of all, sitting smugly in your perch. Too good for the rest of us?”

“At least I can keep a wingman, you just keep scaring them off.”

Jake’s face darkens for a second, but just a second, and then his usual smirk is right back in place. “Not my fault they can’t keep up, guess I’m just that good.”

And then he’s walking away and Bradley is groaning again, dropping his head on to the bar.

“God, I hate him,” Bradley mutters. “What an asshole, acting like he’s a gift to the Navy. I can’t wait to be stationed halfway around the world from him.”

“And yet, here you are talking about him, like you always do,” Nat points out. It’s uncharacteristic of her to make such a comment, she knows it. She stays out of everyone’s business. Especially Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin’s business. And from the way Bradley is gaping at her, she can’t get away with shutting up now. So she takes a breath and turns on her barstool to face him.

“Rooster, for five years I’ve listened to both of you complain endlessly about each other but you refuse to actually talk to each other. Ever since flight school, you two avoid each other or you come to me. And honestly? I’m fucking sick of it! You’re both so smart and yet so stupid!”

“What do you-”

“Bradley. He likes you. You like him. Fucking go, kiss him or something,” she says, her energy to care and actually do something about this situation quickly fading. “Just, go actually talk to him for once. I’m not listening to your bullshit anymore.”

“You think he likes me?”

Natasha rolls her eyes at him. “He never shuts up about you and struts like a goddamn peacock whenever you’re around. He likes you. Go talk to him like a normal person.”

Natasha Trace does not get involved in other people’s business. But for two smart fighter jet pilots, Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin are really, really stupid.

[abushelandablog]

The tearsmith is seriously so rey and ben coded like omg

[teafiend]

GIFs credited to @Nungchae (Twitter/X)

[skeletonwhtvr]

any of u guys still here? life update i have ptsd, talked abt it with my friend who i mainly feel triggered around and now i think they hate me

[juno890]

very impatiently awaiting my glasses, new hair color, and school

[asleepinawell]

one of my favorite perches to chill on while waiting for ivalice to not happen

[yoursfallacy]

oh this man is definitely aromantic.