#was that my ask tag? idek

[cynamonowo]

6 9 and 69 :smirk:

finger guns 😎

6: hozier - like real people do

9: miuosh, zespół pieśni i tańca śląsk, kwiat jabłoni - zmierzch

69: kwiat jabłoni - czarny pył

[aboardthescheherazade]

@ Anon: I apologize for not directly replying to your message, although I am glad to see it. I just try to avoid talking about particularly heavy subject matter on this sideblog because I don't feel that I can give it the respect it deserves while talking through a fandom lens. However, I do maintain discussion and coverage on my main blog.

All that to say that, yes, even with my Judaic headcanon applied, I think Professor Tournesol would be pro-Palestine. He's already canonically against human rights abuses and war machines:

(I mean, hell, the land was called Palestine when the Tintin comics were first being made! Some early publications of Land of Black Gold were even titled "Tintin in Palestine", and - oh boy, here I am starting to ramble...)

[zaffyrr]

my 1st Recom oc Corporal Mays (ɔ˘ ³( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛c)

[clitoris-maximus]

can- can i request a Megatron x Rung 🥺?

this request helped me discover that i like drawing rung. A LOT. so thanks :3

(meg wrote him a love letter >_<)

also have a bonus doodle

[spinningtusk]

Flip flopping on if I want to post sketches to this blog or not

[lunarharp]

into the deep end - 30k T orufrey fic, focusing on memory trauma, disability, and romance.

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.

for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.

the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.

but they were never whole to begin with, were they?

qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.

olly says nothing.

[jamiesfootball]

The Dick String Incident

“Right, new plan for training today! For the awareness bit, we’re gonna tie you fucking knobheads together. Get dressed, tie up, and be out on the pitch in five.” Roy dropped the spools of red string on the bench in the center of the room. He walked out of the room before they could say a word. Jeff was halfway through tying the string around his waist when Colin asked, “Did he say ‘you’ or ‘your’?”

The team froze. As one, the team turned to Jamie, who had stopped lacing up his boots to take the roll from Jeff. Freshly awoken from his between-training nap, he did not look like like a paragon of answers; he looked like someone who was trying to transition from ‘tie boots’ to ‘tie self’ and coming up short. When he realized he was being stared at, he blinked blearily under the attention. “What? Don’t look at me,” he complained. “I’ve been up since four. I wasn’t paying any attention.” Sam rubbed his hands together nervously. “I didn’t want to be the one to say it, but I heard ‘your.’” “He said ‘get dressed’ first. That implies an order of events he’d like to happen,” Jan argued. “Why would he tell us to get dressed and then tie our penises together?” Moe looked at him shrewdly. “So you admit you heard ‘your’ too.” “You’re all being mental. Why would coach have us do that?” Isaac turned to Jamie. “Back me up, man.” His brow furrowed like he was doing some complicated maths in his head. Finally, he shrugged. “I mean, he tied me to a bike this morning and had me pull him around, so maybe?” Colin snapped his fingers. “Like Rocky?” “Eh?” “Rocky Balboa?” Dani perked up excitedly. “Oh, that is the guy who goes--?” He mimed throwing his arms up and shouting. “That’s the one, boyo.” “Hah! I wish to be like Rocky!” Dani announced, eagerly grabbing the offered string from Jamie. Van Damme nodded beside him in agreement. “Hold on, now, Rocky didn’t go around tying dicks together, bruv.” “That we know of,” Moe retorted.

"Yeah, I haven't seen any of the new ones," said Colin. “Creed was dope,” said Declan. “Michael B. Jordan pulled a plane in that one.” Jan scoffed. “You mean his stuntman pulled it.”

“I don’t like Rocky,” Richard added, though no one had asked. “Guys, we do not have time to argue,” Sam implored. He worried the spool between his hands, turning it about like a puzzle. “We have to be on the pitch soon.” “Sam’s right. We got to make a decision,” Isaac said authoritatively. “What do we think? And it has to be unanimous, it can’t just be a few of us out there with strings tied to our willies.” Everyone looked around the room, waiting for someone to speak first. Jan spoke first by dropping his shorts. “I do not wish to be tied to a bike if we are wrong. It is better to be safe than sorry. Hand me the string.”

---

Beard lowered his sunglasses. “Uh, Coach? You seeing what I’m seeing?” Ted watched in confused awe as the team marched out to the pitch like a clustered, confused, delicate group of tadpoles with red string hanging out of their shorts. “Roy, what the hell did you tell them?” “What?” Roy turned around. He stilled. His body tensed all at once, and every trace of an expression left his face except for his eyes. His eyes blazed with mirth. “The plan,” he answered. He walked away to give himself a moment by the water cooler. The HR write-up better be worth it. Ted turned to Beard. “Am I having a seizure? Was that in the plan?” The world’s carefullest procession was almost upon them. Beard pushed his sunglasses back up. “Best not to ask, Coach.”

---

The HR write-up was worth it.

[martindeservedbetter]

warhammer

Brynjolf x F! Dragonborn! Reader

word count: 1985

triggers: none

summary: Who could've thought a pair like them could've bonded over a warhammer? Clearly not themselves.

prompt: from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff List #5 prompt 9.

"You really thought I was dead?"

"Mercer, you're back, but where's-"

"Dead. Karliah got her before I got the chance to save her. Such a shame really... she showed so much promise."

The guild all watched Brynjolf freeze, but they'd all seen it before. It wasn't new for his protege to get caught or killed, but his response was so different this time. He seemed... sadder. As this time it was personal like she was more than a protege.

"I'll be back. I'm going to go find her."

"Were you not listening boy? She's dead."

"Just let me do this, alright? I just need to know." He retorted, not keeping to his cool under pressure attitude.

"Do I need to get you a horse-?" Delvin asked, only to be cut off by the man in question.

"I'll be fine Delvin. Be back as soon as I can-" Brynjolf answered.

"You're insane Brynjolf. Can't you just take my word for it?!" Mercer yelled, calling after the man who was already leaving. The man who ignored the protests of the other members entirely.

___________________

Not finding any proof had only made it that much harder for Brynjolf to accept it. And he scoured the Sanctum, only to find dried blood in an open room.

Damn Karliah. Damn her to Oblivion.

Brynjolf had struggled to find any other way to accept it, so he just blamed Karliah instead, finding it was much easier than anything else. She had killed the last guild master, so who's to say that she wouldn't kill another member? One that was going to help fix all of the problems.

"Brynjolf, please, just stop drinking, it's not going to change anything," Vekel muttered.

"Just give me the damn drink, Vekel."

"No. I will not indulge you in this. I don't care if you're hurting, please just accept that she's gone."

"How? She was... she was special."

"The same way I got over my parents. Time and goodbyes." Sapphire suddenly began speaking and slid into the barstool next to Brynjolf.

"I'm not ready for that."

"Then no mead, no wine, no alcohol whatsoever. It won't help, it'll only make it worse."

Brynjolf groaned, and got up and walked away, hoping to at least be alone. To maybe find some peace by going through her things. To maybe just sleep. Just anything to be free of people's dagger-like eyes that pierced him with judgment.

His eyes flickered to her empty bed, the way it just looked so wrong. Brynjolf sat himself in front of her chest, looking through her things, noticing things that he recognized, specifically a certain warhammer...

"Lass, this is ballsy, even for you."

"Shh, it'll be fine."

He watched her sneak away, attempting to steal the war hammer right off the guard's back.

And all Brynjolf remembered was the way the hammer was too heavy for her hands and she carried it back over to him with the largest smile on her face.

"I told you it'd be fine."

"I guess I should believe you more often lass."

He took the hammer out of her arms, and she seemed to sigh in relief, but still high from the thrill of theft.

"Obviously. Don't be an idiot, I'm just as good of a thief as yourself."

"Of course," he mused as he mussed up her hair, and she slapped his hand away.

"Do you know how hard it is to tame this?!"

And Brynjolf just laughed as she attempted to fix her barely messed up hair, scowling as she did so.

"You're so lovely, lass."

"I would say 'you too' but you were a jerk who messed up my hair!"

"You look fine, lass."

"Says the guy who rolls out of bed and looks gorgeous."

"That's very flattering, Y/n, but not entirely true."

He watched her jaw drop, and he gave a soft chuckle.

"You do not comb through your hair! There's no way in Oblivion-"

"And that's where you'd be wrong lass."

"Oh, my gods... Brynjolf is a fancy man."

"And proud of it."

He winked, yet didn't fail to catch the glimpse of a blush dusting her cheeks.

"What happened to you lass..?"

It wasn't long before there was a clamor coming from the Flagon, and when the Cistern door flew open, every member was on alert.

Karliah...

Brynjolf decided to be civilized but was not afraid to turn from the plan if it even slightly went south.

"Karliah, what did you do to Y/n?"

___________________

"Y/n? You're alive?"

It was Vekel who seemed to notice her first, and it drew the attention of the few other members still in the Flagon.

"Y/n? But Mercer said-" Tonilia started.

"Mercer lied. He's lied to all of you for years."

The newest recruit had been confirmed dead by the current guild master, and he'd managed to convince everyone but a certain second in command.

"Brynjolf looked for you. We were also worried about the fact that you two were gone that he just, decided to seek answers for himself... He hasn't been well."

"Vekel, is he here? We have a lot to talk about, and I need the entire guild's attention."

"Of course, he should just be in the Cistern-"

But she was already gone, ready to tell everyone the truth and to address her Brynjolf situation, but that would have to take a backseat. There were far more pressing matters at hand.

As she pushed through the Cistern door, she heard arguing amongst the members and loads of insults toward Karliah.

"Mercer's a liar."

"Lass..."

Brynjolf's face softened and she watched his body seem to go slack.

'He looked for you... he hasn't been well.'

"Karliah saved my life. Mercer tried to kill me."

She lifted her shirt to show the fresh scar along her stomach.

Brynjolf's eyes traced the marred skin, and his body seemed to tense the longer he looked.

"He's been robbing you blind for years, check the vault."

Karliah added, standing right by Y/n's side. Y/n had put her shirt back down, smoothing it out as she stood increasingly closer to Karliah.

"Lass?"

Those eyes of his... those gorgeous emerald eyes bore into her, coaxing an answer from her. Silently pleading for the truth, clearly uncomfortable with the woman beside her.

"She's right, please, Bryn, believe us." Y/n copied his own eyes, begging him for the decency to believe her.

He let out a sigh before shouting," Oi, Delvin! We need to open the vault."

"Thank you..." she breathed, smiling over to Karliah.

Brynjolf looked over to her, very upset about the large scar on her torso, and although he was warry of Karliah, he knew of what happened to Gallus and it didn't help that he knew what it felt like to hear that Y/n was dead. But he threw that to the side when he saw Y/n smile at Karliah, watching her seem very relaxed around the supposed murderer of Gallus and Y/n herself.

"You called, Brynjolf?"

"Put your key in, we need to get this door open."

"Of course."

Y/n hesitantly walked toward the vault, standing right beside Brynjolf. It made him feel a wave of relief knowing she was this close again.

"It's empty! It's all gone!" Delvin yelled back to the group after doing a sweep of the vault.

"Mercer! Damn him!" Brynjolf answered, entering the vault to confirm the claim.

It was a stab at the entire guild like someone had slit the guild's throat and captured its riches as if it were blood. The experience was numbing to most guild members, realizing that not only had all of their hard work been for naught, but their guild master was also the reason for it. He had caused every problem they had ever faced, yet always found some scapegoat, never allowing himself to be seen in a negative light as he tore the guild apart from the inside.

"When I see him, I swear I'm going to-"

"Vex! You know that's not how we operate. We just need to figure this out..." Brynjolf chided the white-haired woman, who was now seething in anger but held her tongue, silently planning Mercer Frey's death in several different ways.

"Lass," Brynjolf turned to Y/n," Tell me everything that's been going on."

"I will Bryn, I promise, but first... can we be alone? Vekel said you haven't been well-"

"So long as we speak of the guild first, of course, lass."

Y/n held out a hand, which he quickly accepted, allowing her to lead him to the intended destination. Although the place was just the secret entrance for the Cistern, they sat on the hidden steps together.

She first informed him about how Karliah had been framed, that Mercer Frey had betrayed them and brought a curse upon the Guild after infuriating Nocturnal. She then led into the tales of the secret trio of Nightingales being true.

"The Nightingales? I thought that was just an old legend, but I believe you lass."

"It seems that we don't have much of a choice in anything anymore Bryn..."

He cleared his throat, garnering her undivided attention.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about lass?"

She gave a soft smile, grabbing his hand and intertwining her fingers with his.

"Vekel said you've been..." she paused, for lack of better words," not well."

"I've not been ill, lass."

"I didn't mean it that way. He said you came for me."

"...I had to make sure it wasn't true."

"You really thought I was dead?"

"No," Brynjolf felt his heart jump into his throat, and he tried to cough up an answer.

"I just... I didn't believe Mercer when he told me you were dead... I... I had to see for myself."

Brynjolf's eyes didn't meet hers, but he rubbed the back of her palm with his thumb.

"You know I missed you, missed us. You know that right?"

"I missed you more than you know... Saw you kept that old warhammer... that was a nice day..."

"That was a nice day... I found out that you were a fancy man."

"And I found out that I loved you," he spoke just below a whisper, just as if it were just a breath.

"Bryn? What was that?"

"Don't worry about it. So I'm a fancy man? I'm glad you remember lass."

"No, don't lass me. You never told me you were hurting. Was it that hard with me gone?"

She had begun to hold his hand a little bit tighter as she looked over at him, trying to get him to look back into her eyes.

"Yes lass," and for the first time since they started their little talk, the emerald-eyed man looked her in the eye.

"It was hard."

"But I'm just, me."

"And that's just it Y/n. You're just you, and down the line, I fell in love with you. I searched for you... because I didn't want to come back to a guild without you."

"I love you too. Gods above, I've been in love with that stupid accent of yours since you told me I couldn't steal that warhammer." She said with a laugh, letting herself fall to lean against his side.

He kissed her temple and gave her hand a squeeze before muttering," That's when I fell as well."

"Future romance advice for those who need it, just steal a warhammer, then you'll love each other." She teased, currently pleased with their current situation.

"Steal one more for the road? We can fix the guild later?" He offered, and he knew the answer as soon as he was pulled to his feet.

"Whoever gets one first, without being caught, gets a kiss!"

"I'm not against this bargain..."

And the pair of thieves both split, oh so full of love, and ready for everything they faced in front of them.

[mossssor]

Gloria Victis -> Malevolent THIS TOOK ME A WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I debated for a while between human!John and my entity design but went with human for the point of sticking closer to the reference I saw this sculpture on a trip recently and it really stuck with me so. i autismed all over it ofc. please enjoy jarthur classical art edition, vers. with a fun frame beneath cut :)

w frame because i needed to fill that space but im also iffy on it

[feral-teeth]

[c0rv]

In(Out)side (2024)

Water soluble oils on canvas, 30 in. x 30 in.

[polaroidcats]

The fact that I actually wondered if professogre was a typo by your ogrified phone until Shririus showed up too....

🦮 please enlighten us why the ogres were necessary with a communist ogre university snippet

Hi Em, I'd be more than happy to show you why it was necessary to make them ogres, here are three little snippets for you:

Remus looks up from the papers he’s grading. None of his students understand Marx like he does, so he’s glad for whatever distraction is knocking on his classroom door. “Come in!” he says and watches as the door opens and the most beautiful man ogre walks in. His green skin is unlike anything Remus has ever seen, so vibrant and beautiful. “Uhm hi, Professor Lupin? I’m Sirius Black, the new visiting PhD student from Hogrewarts. Professor McGogregall said you are the one to ask if I had any questions about Marx?” – “S-Sirius, nice to meet you, please, take a seat! I’d love to chat about Marx with you, what’s troubling you?” Remus’ heart is beating fast but he tries his best not to show how attractive he finds Sirius. After all, he’s a visitng PhD student and if he's interested in Marx, Remus is sure they will spend many afternoons together as colleagues, discussing Marx and talking about the bourgeogresie so he thinks it best to nip his ridiculous little crush in the bud. He has seen many beautiful men and ogres before and usually it only takes a few minutes of Marxist conversation until he realizes it would never work out with them, surely it will be the same with Sirius.

….

“... layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers... You get it? We both have layers. And you know what else has layers? Capitalist society! It's all connected!” Remus can’t help but make heart eyes at Sirius. Less than an hour into their first conversation, and the young man ogre has already managed to sweep him off his feet with a level of understanding of Marxist theogry he has never experienced before.

….

Sirius smiles at Remus and says “You know you’re cute when you talk about the Bourgeogresie?” Remus blushes, his cheeks turning a dark green and he’s left wondering how he’s ever supposed to teach Sirius anything now, when all he can think about is wanting to share his means of reprogreduction with him...

Fake fic ask game!

[fleetways]

Did you know that a writer of beloved TV show Sonic Satam, Ben Hurst, tried to pitch a finale for the series in the form of a movie to SEGA in order to give the series a proper conclusion?

Following this, none other than Archie Sonic writer and illustrator Ken Penders contacted Hurst expressing interest in the concept, even telling Hurst he’d like to collaborate with him in pitching an Archie/SATAM film to SEGA!

Isn’t that swell?

Of course, what Penders actually meant was that he’d be contacting SEGA to kindly inform them that Hurst’s SATAM movie pitch was in reality a nasty plot by Hurst to co-opt the Sonic IP for himself! Of course, since Penders already had SEGA in the room, he also figured he’d use the opportunity to pitch his own concept for a Sonic movie (which he happened to have created on his own by total coincidence, I’m sure) in the form of “Sonic Armageddon.”

This alternative movie pitch was, obviously, rejected because well. duh. But hey, at least in the process Penders also ensured that any hope for a SATAM finale was as dead as a donkey! And thank god, right? I mean, imagine if someone could just lay claim to the Sonic brand like that? Think of how many stories, characters, and concepts they could have utterly ruined for the series, fundamentally changing how the writing of both mainline and supplementary material is conducted even 20+ years later! Thank fucking god Ken Penders was there to put a stop to such a future ever happening!!!!

Anyways, Ben Hurst passed away in 2010 without ever getting to bring his vision for a SATAM movie to life. Meanwhile, the guy who killed it is on twitter right now talking about his totally original freaky ech’yd’nya comic full of original non-knuckles characters as if its the second coming of Christ in media format (when he’s not comparing his echidnas to victims of the holocaust, discussing the sex lives of teenage girls, and expressing his love for Hillary Clinton, of course!).

Unrelated article btw

[onyourowndaisymae]

heard you were looking for lesson 46-12 smut so i wanna introduce to to this gem

https://www.tumblr.com/thebellearchives/712749631277285376/%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%8D-%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%87%F0%9D%90%84-%F0%9D%90%83%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%91%F0%9D%90%8A-minors-dni-solomon-obey-me?source=share

link

anon? i love you. thank you for this i will treasure it forever. this fucking confession scene with solomon will live in my brain forever (and i might even write a fic about it should i find the motivation)

to those who might also be interested in this scenario, i'd like to direct you to a lovely fic by my beloved mutual @another-lost-mc, which is lovely solomon smut with an angsty dash of unrequited love lucifer, as well as this fic on ao3 by ghostyspice with a poly!mc

[genshinjourney]

Okay just so we’re fucking clear. (Btw thanks for @prinrestcess for the clarification)

Kaeya and Diluc are brothers (adopted) in Chinese too don’t argue about it and DON’T try to twist a narrative because uninformed people especially kids will believe it.

Either just say you don’t view adopted siblings as real siblings or say you openly support inc3st. Either way you’re getting blocked because no one wants to be around you. Just be a bitch but don’t lie about it.

Additional little side not that’s not really important: I don’t ship Shenyu anymore. Tbh I had no context when I played the event and just thought they were cute. As far as I know they’re not technically siblings or ever referred to as siblings BUT they both are sort of taken care of by Cloud Retainer. I think Gaming calls her auntie too at one point so yeah I don’t ship ANY of them, but I won’t like hate you for it as long as they’re never referred to as siblings. Same with Itto and Shinobu like they seem to have a more familial relationship than anything else but that’s just my opinion.

[hailsatanacab]

meme time meme time!! absolutely over the moon for this week's chap!! they hugged!! they spoke! it's all i ever wanted 😭

im hhh so happy,, thank u for today's chapter i love you

Meme time meme time meme time!!!!!

for chapter 7 of cetbwa