#this devolved quickly

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Vaggie: Nothing in life is free-

Charlie: Life is free

Alastor: Death is free

Husk: Depression is free

Angel: Everything in life is free if you run fast enough

[the-c41n-instinct]

People say the Magisterium series is badly written, but it's written like a fanfiction and that's my favorite thing about it.

[negativespace06]

fun gang!!!! the gang that has fun!

[chickensauras]

Someone hadta do it

@sneakend also has a scene like their fic Open Secrets

[gentle-hero-blog]

happy gaytroid. i mean gaytroid. i mean Maytroid

[uhhlifeig]

Myth - June 10 - word count: 128 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Don’t you hate it when guys go, ‘the man, the myth, the legend’ and it turns out to just be some guy called, like, Steve or some shit?” Remus sighed, scrolling through his phone.

Sirius paused, looking up. “We do that with James all the time, bro.”

“Well, dude, James deserves it! I mean, have you seen him? Of course you have! He might be an overconfident idiot, but he’s good looking.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “...Moony.”

“Not like that, dumbass,” Remus said, lightly punching his boyfriend in the arm. “You know I’m only gay for you. No, I mean that there are always people hanging onto his every word.”

“Like who?” Sirius asked, leaning forward. “Lily?”

“Worse. Regulus.”

Sirius gasped. “No way.”

“Right? That’s what I said.”

[electrikworm]

I've got a lot of respect for everybody taking these well set up, aesthetic pictures in photo mode. So far all I've done in it is take really stupid pictures like this:

[graha-stan-account]

Things I learned from Encyclopedia Eorzea III

Do with this what you will, ffxiv fandom.

G'raha and the tower appeared about 15 years after the Flood of Light. Ardbert and team were all already dead. "Our" Minfilia had already dissipated.

At the time, he looked like his normal self. He is described as a Mystel dressed as a mage, so we can assume people knew he was a "Mystel" at the time, vs. later when his appearance is only speculative.

A bunch of refugees clamored to the Crystal Tower when it appeared. He said yeah you can hang out here, the tower defenses will keep you safe.

And then fucked off for 4 years to survey the damage of the Flood of Light.

When he got back he knew shit was really fucked and ASAP started trying to figure out how the hell to get the WoL over for pizza

At some point he figures out he needed to address the WoL verbally for some reason for the summoning to work properly???

It doesn't.

He decides this shit is gonna take 5ever and I'm already having a quarter life crisis. I'm going to bind my aether to the tower. It's the one secret anti-aging trick that has doctors PISSED

It'll be great, like, he'll almost never age.

Downside, his body slowly becomes necrotic with crystal.

More time lost because he has to use aether to discretely animate his crystallized limbs and digits to keep their use.

At some point, early Crystarium dwellers get tired of asking him for his name (he won't give it) and him rejecting the crown they offer him so they start calling him the Crystal Exarch.

Exarch says OK and wheels out some Allagan nodes to help build what would become the Crystarium. Go ham, guys.

Since no one really recalls what the Exarch looks like in present day, G'raha likely began wearing a cowl after returning from traveling Norvrandt, or when his body begins to change. Those who remember are likely dead (age or sineaters) or sworn to secrecy.

The developing crystal, which he did his best to hide, prevented him from truly connecting with the others.

Sometime after this, an infant Lyna falls into his care.

Well technically the Settlement Council (because he was like hey let's have a representative government [not because I grew up in one or anything!]! I'll just be over here.)

But he was very involved in her upbringing.

Probably because he was close friends with her parents.

Who die tragically while serving in the Crystarium guard (Meaning that the guard is at least 30 years old, likely more, as her parents were known to have served in the guard since inception basically and Lyna is 33 in SHB)

G'raha was probably in his mid-eighties at this point, judging by Lyna's age in SHB (33) and that we know G'raha had the Crystal Exarch title for 9 decades + the 24 years he had lived before he entered the tower. (He is likely slightly older due to the intervening time between being awakened in the Bad Timeline and heading to the First.)

He FINALLY gets summoning to work something like 90 years later!!!!! Except it still doesn't! Five years before he could nab the WoL, he nabbed Thancred instead (oops). It took another 2 years for it to successfully transport a soul again.

[rspixart]

I relate to this man's struggle to get a fucking tan

[weekly-ph1lza]

The beast has been captured

[stealingpotatoes]

Your top 3 pairing?

I love your art, they give me so much joy <3

aw thank you!! my top 3 ships atm are: meljayvik arcane, jayvik arcane, and meljay arcane <3 its a very diverse list i know

[post-it-notes7]

some artfight pieces from a revenge chain with @aseuki !

[beelittle]

I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.

— Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

[yesterdayiwrote]

Last week F1 launched it's diversity & inclusion charter talking about how they want to make the paddock more accessible to women...

This week you have F1 journalists and fans gleefully recounting rumours that 'all' the drivers have a sexist nickname for one driver, somehow thinking that driver is the one it reflects badly on...

And people wonder why F1 has such a long way to go??

[montrealmadison]

merry christmas if that’s your jam friends. for a gift i give you the mental image of jack and bitty tipsily testing out their kids’ new trampoline in the backyard at 2 AM

[misc-obeyme]

prompt: Solomon & the Celestial Realm

a/n: I had to think about what to write when the wheel gave me this combo lol. Buuuut I wrote something kinda based on the new art because well I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, but I love him. @om-adventcalendar

Solomon x GN!MC

Warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, but still sfw

You were waiting in Solomon's room, leaning leisurely against the couch and letting your eyes roam over the spines of the books on the shelves. Nobody else was in Purgatory Hall that afternoon, which was by design. Solomon had an idea that you were both sure the angels would not approve of.

You glanced at the door to his bathroom, where he had disappeared several minutes ago. Although you felt it was taking him a little too long, you also figured he was busy putting the finishing touches on his outfit.

The many clocks in his room ticked away, making you even more hyper aware of how much time seemed to be passing.

When you were about to go knock on the door and ask if he was okay in there, it opened and Solomon came out of the bathroom.

You stood up straight and for a moment you thought you'd need to sit down.

Solomon had used a spell to alter his usual sorcerer outfit into one an angel might wear. From his back sprouted two enormous and beautiful wings. He gave you a mischievous grin.

"What do you think?" he asked. "No one will suspect me, right?"

You blinked, trying to tear your eyes away from his exposed chest and stomach. He had used magic to remove his pact marks, leaving blank smooth skin.

"Uh, assuming nobody recognizes your face," you said.

Solomon pulled up the hood of the cloak he was wearing. "I'll keep my head down. They'll never know it's me. Most angels don't know what I look like."

"Just hope you don't run into one that does," you said. You folded your arms in an attempt to look stern. "Do you really think it's a good idea to sneak into the Celestial Realm like this? Couldn't you just ask Raphael or somebody to get that special potion ingredient for you?"

Solomon looked aggrieved. "MC, you should know that I have to gather the ingredient myself," he said. "It's a very specific flower and has to be harvested in a very specific way. As good as Raphael is with a spear, I don't think I could be sure he'd do it right."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, okay, sure," you said. "Just don't come crying to me if you get caught."

Solomon grinned and winked at you. "Don't worry about me, MC. I'll be back before you've even had a chance to miss me."

"Sure," you said. You settled on one of the couches, preparing to wait for Solomon to return. He wasn't planning on staying in the Celestial Realm for long. Just enough to get what he needed.

Solomon walked over to where you were sitting and put his hand on your cheek. He was still smiling, but it had become soft and fond. "Don't worry about me," he said. "I promise I'll come back to you."

You didn't even have a chance to respond before he had teleported out of the room. You weren't sure how he was going to get to the Celestial Realm. You knew he couldn't just teleport himself inside. But you had decided that it was probably better if you didn't know. It gave you plausible deniability.

You spent an agonizing hour in Solomon's room, waiting for him to return. You tried to distract yourself with your DDD. It worked for the most part, but half of your mind was busy worrying.

When he appeared back in the room in front of you, it was impossible to stop yourself from jumping up immediately.

Solomon grinned at you and opened his hands, showing you a small bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen. They shimmered with an inner light that reminded you of the golden Celestial Realm sun.

"I told you it wouldn't be a problem," Solomon said.

You let out a heavy sigh and collapsed back onto the couch. "I don't want to think about what would have happened if you had been caught."

Solomon laughed, crossing the room to place the flowers in a sealed magical container. "Give me a little more credit, MC," he said.

You twisted around to watch him. Now that your concern had passed, you couldn't deny how amazing he looked.

He smirked at you from across the room. "You're staring. Do you like my angel disguise that much?"

"Hmm," you squinted at him, as though assessing him. "It does show more skin than your usual look. Though I miss the pact marks."

Solomon came back to stand before you again and with a wave of his hand, his pact marks materialized across his skin. "Is this better?"

You stood up, reaching out to brush your fingertips across one of the marks on his chest. "Perfect," you said quietly.

His hands were on your hips, his lips so close to yours, and a heat between you that seemed to be unique to him. As though your magic reacted to him simply by being too close. He pulled you in closer and you could feel the rapid pulse of his heartbeat against your body.

The angels would be gone for a little while still and you were grateful. Because suddenly all you wanted was to watch those magical wings flutter beneath your touch.

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