#this is merely a concept

[eccentrcks]

I got inspired by @kaitaiga and did this in my free time at work. Laptop was crap at the moment, so I had to use my fingers on my phone. Took me a while too. I imagined this being produced by Monolith or Treyarch in the mid 2000s. We can dream, right?

The Spotify music above is what I imagine at the menu of the concept by the way! Lemme know your thoughts on this down below.

[baeshijima]

hmmm.... thoughts about composer!reader, whose pieces are always created for and featured in mr reca's films/projects.

people aren't sure when it first started, but in the release of one of his prior films was an ost. of course, it's not unusual to have music in such projects, but that one had felt... different, somehow — in the way its composition struck the chords of many, with billions across the cosmos instantly scouring for who made that piece.

it, of course, didn't take all that long when your name was featured in the credits. however there was barely any information aside from your name and credentials. (seriously, how could there not even be a single photo?!) no one knew what you looked like for quite a long time, only ever recognising your name and your music; even despite the numerous interviews, mr reca had never disclosed anything about you other than your talents. it came to a point where everyone believed they would never see your appearance.

well, until all hell broke loose during the annual intergalactic film awards, that is.

everyone already knew the drill — if mr reca had directed a film that year, it would undoubtedly win the adapted/original screenplay, cinematography, directing, production design, sound, music (original score and song), and film of the year awards, which also led to you winning both the music awards. usually, the composers would be the ones to collect said awards. however, the masses have become used to mr reca being the one to collect them on your behalf with thank you's also on your behalf.

that's how it's been ever since you made your mark in the universe, and so it really is understandable the uproar created by those in and out of attendance when the one who went collect the two awards wasn't the esteemed director, but a completely unfamiliar person; you.

you are definitely younger than they originally thought, having believed it must have been someone of a senior status of sorts to have consistently created such masterpieces. all eyes are trained on you as you step on stage and into the limelight for the first time, the light enhancing your features and formal attire when approaching the mic with a small flashcard in hand. your mouth opens, and the audience leans in with baited breaths as they await your first words.

...only for nothing to come out.

everyone watches a little dumbfounded as you try to talk once more but, aside from gaping like a fish, your efforts remain futile. it doesn't take long for you to clamp your mouth and eyes shut, even raising the awards in front of you in an attempt to shield your face from the crowd.

you... you were just really shy. or maybe a little...socially awkward, perhaps...? if this was the reason you never showed yourself, then they're beginning to understand why...

it passes in a blur — quite literally in that of brown. one moment you are alone on the stage, the next you have the presence of the renown director standing slightly in front of you, as though acting as a shield from the many prying eyes.

"apologies," he begins, his usual smile on display, "but my dearest composer has been suffering with a sore throat these past few days. on their behalf, we thank you all kindly for your support in our work."

and then he swiftly leaves with you tucked under and shielded by his coat, murmuring unreadable words to you as you both disappear backstage and leave everyone in a state of frenzy; to both those inside the ceremonial hall, and to those watching live elsewhere.

(it was only discovered after the awards ceremony concluded what the director had said to you, with the uploader being dubbed as a holy saint for their contributions to society. while the visual aspects of the video itself were not the clearest, barely anyone had it within themselves to complain when the audio was clear as crystal:

"and here i thought you were going to be brave and face your stage fright after all that pep-talk you gave yourself on the way here."

"i'm sorry... i really thought i could do it this time..."

"now, now, i'm merely teasing. you made a big step just making an appearance here today. i know how much courage this took for you, and i'm proud of you for facing it."

"really...?"

"but of course. i'm always proud of you, [name]. there is not a moment where i haven't been.")

(it also was not long until the cosmos was taken by storm when various pictures snapped during the awards ceremony spread. the millions of candids featuring you were one of the most liked and shared, with the top spot joined by the sequence of pictures taken of mr reca's soft expression when watching you onstage, into his realisation of your predicament, into him running onstage and shielding you from the cameras when making your way backstage.)

(...the drastic influx of fan accounts dedicated to both you alone and to you and reca should really be a studied phenomenon.)

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

house.exe has stopped working

[ooooo-mcyt]

Scott Smajor (cc) is such a good story teller actually and the common themes he uses in his storylines captivate me. I think we should talk about how good he is at Themes more often. If I wasn't so tired I'd write essays.

[lgbtlunaverse]

the wangxian + a-yuan "dads with an adopted son" thing is fine and enjoyable in fanfics honestly but I think we as a fandom are really not utilizing the idea of all of them in unconventional familial structures enough. Like, canonically it wasn't so much that wwx was a-yuan's guardian as that a-yuan was being raised collectively by the wens and wwx was adopted INTO the larger wen family. And lwj got attached to him through that. A-yuan just has these very attached weird uncles/older cousin figures that aren't related to him by blood at all but keep sticking around.

Just think of a modern AU with a lot less death where lwj does as he does in canon and keeps showering a-yuan in gifts as much as he can and when wwx is like "aiyah lan zhan you're gonna spoil him. Not everyone is as rich as you! What's his family supposed to say if they can't buy him all the stuff you do?" lwj just goes "Hm". And from then on out every year once a-yuan's birthday is near the extended Wen family members (well. the ones that are invited that is. No one wants wen chao at a birthday party) wakes up to a wechat payment from lwj.

Random wen cousin number 6 texts granny like

cousin 6: i just got 400 yuan????

granny: oh that's just wangji

cousin 6: i've never met this guy in my life???

granny: he wants you to buy a-yuan a nice birthday present!

cousin 6: how does he know my bank account???

[serpentface]

Faiza performing the Kagnoma Odo (pretty literally 'lion dance'), a weapons dance and one of the more important ritual duties of Odonii priestesses. A relatively new addition to this traditional dance involves the musket as the primary weapon, which is fired mid-twirl into the ground at the climax of the dance. Faiza is experiencing an 'oh fuck' moment because her shot is more than ideally diagonal, but she’s being so cool with it.

This is a wholly ceremonial performance at the onset of the pilgrimage, performed in full regalia and lion skin (of the small, semi-domesticated strain) but no armor. It’s also distinctly a display of political allegiance between the powerful and beloved Odonii priesthood (and its loyal military) with the increasingly reviled and destabilized imperial family, with Faiza prominently wearing a bracelet of the royal serpent, which was gifted (along with the musket) by the usoma Stavis Amanti himself (Usoma is the Wardi word for king, which has been retained in the context of emperors).

The Kagnoma Odo is the ultimate demonstration of the Odonii as an embodiment of the Lion Face of God and living vessel of military might and sovereignty, demonstrating her fitness and proficiency with weapons and as a spiritual unifier for soldiers. It is accompanied by drumming and occurs in stages, running through the three keymost weapons used in war- the spear, the sword, and the musket. The musket is of the most significance, given the weapon has developed a particular esteem as the ultimate embodiment of might and superiority. Assistants (almost always other priestesses, occasionally high ranking soldiers) load and prime the musket to be fired at the climax of the dance, where it is shot into the ground as the priestess leaps out of range of the shot. The firing signals the end of the dance and the rite itself.

While not the utmost exemplar of trigger discipline, only fully inducted and senior (and therefore very thoroughly trained) Odonii are permitted to perform the dance, and injuries during actual performances are quite rare (though are known to occur during training, more than a few Odonii have burns and wounds on their feet).

The most important renditions of this dance are performed upon declarations of war and before battles (in this case, generally done in full armor along with the lion pelt). It is also done during some trainings (while a dance, it is carefully choreographed to include naturalistic maneuvers of the weapons involved and helps soldiers limber up and learn to move their weapons). It is regarded as an impressive and motivating sight and a morale booster, and, seen at a distance, potentially intimidating to enemies.

A special variant of this dance is performed as means of fully incarnating the Odomache, which is done in full nudity with the body covered in the blood of the freshly sacrificed lion and cloaked in its raw pelt (the lion has become the corpse of Odomache in the moment of death, as part of its recreation of God's sacrifice). Her public, full nude appearance once (and only once) in this act is what allows the Lion Face of God to incarnate within her. Those in attendance see the spiritually vulnerable, naked human body obscured with the sanctified and deified blood and cloaked in the sanctified and deified skin. It is a merger of the contradictions of mortality and divinity, the boundaries between the two indistinct in flickering firelight and the flash of musketfire. She is witnessed by her people, dangling in between humanity and divinity and leading them in dance, and and is thus transformed.

[gallusgremlin]

In the Noise campaign you can kill Pepperman on the second floor but not the Vigilante on the fifth which implies either the Noise dislikes mean caricatures, being called a weenie genuinely offended him, or he just dislikes Pepperman in particular

maybe a combination of two or all three

[wisteriasymphony]

On her wall, a poster of Adrien glimmers under the soft light of her string lights. A 2007 publication—House Gabriel, Apocrypha. Adrien is posed as Saint Sebastian, hands tied above his head like a sacrificial offering, his fate belied by that warm trademark smile he has in every advertisement of his. It’s… safe, even more so when relegated to two dimensions. Reassuring and kind, almost innocent, as if he doesn’t understand the way he’s been posed and is apologizing through silent expression for how it must look. How the way he’s been intentionally displayed must look. 

Marinette rests her cheek up against the plastic and paper, her warm skin flush against the printed image of Adrien’s bare stomach as if she can search for the heartbeat that isn’t there. Small hands scale up the margins of the poster, too slow and too indulgent to be mistaken as a gesture of her reaching up to symbolically untie him from his capture. For, if he was free, he would no longer be on her wall, would he? Marinette sighs, large blue eyes unable to bear the sight of anything but Apocrypha Adrien Agreste’s reassuring gaze for more than a few minutes. 

The sight of him tortures her. Adrien is a fleeting thing, a feather in the wind, unpredictably slipping out of her grasp with every attempt to catch him. And yet, his posters–his licensed stuffed animals, his perfumes, his advertisements and clothes and photos and auctioned love letters—are a comfort. With every piece of him, Marinette grows closer to the reassuring inevitability that she owns him. That she earned him.

It’s been on every billboard since 2003, next to every scene of him lounging with lidded eyes.

In stores now. He can be yours.

Marinette believes it more than she believes in anything else.

[clumsy-mudpuppy]

trophy wants that old man

me and @newtoodles-dot-png came up with the best possible cobs crackship and i had to draw this

[dreamweave01]

This week is going to be super busy for me, not gonna lie, so I might not be productive that much.

I'm still gonna try to post as usual, it'll probably just be fanart mostly since I don't have the energy for anything else thanks to life XD

Might post some worldbuilding things too though if I get around to it.

Which reminds me - I had this idea for a more lighthearted comic, hence all the stuffed animal concepts above.

It may or may not focus a bit around Raph.

And his broskis.

. . .

. . .And I may or may not have gone a little overboard with the amount of stuffies-

[if-you-heart]

Bg credit: “Flower Boy” album cover by Eric White

“Can I get a kiss?

And can you make it last forever?

I said I’m bout to go to war,

And I don’t know if ima see you again.”

- SEE YOU AGAIN

[shitty-tma-aus]

AU where Jon stalks Not!Sasha early and notices she's not Sasha. Instead of horror he's attracted to her. He starts watching her nightly and completely forgets about the paranoia around Gertrude's death.

hmm... monstersexual jon...

[carefulzombie]

Jamie: I — I won’t forget you.

The Doctor: I won’t forget you.

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 13 || Flirt [x]

[windydrawallday]

SNUGGLES

"Windy, who do you ship more with Lockdown?"

YES

Tbh I don't have context: use your imagination 🌈🌟

[rated-r-for-grantaire]

potentially hot take but there is literally no such thing as an “opposite gender/sex” and literally no one has a gender that is the ~opposite~ of theirs.