#yeah this can go in the main tag sure

[ninjasmudge]

i just need to say

*slaps his tits*

how dare you make me an azure enjoyer

enjoy the bitch with me <3

[mamadarama]

calculated everyones birth year as of now and birth year based off the age they were when enstars released in 2015, and how old theyd be if the enstars timeline kept up with real time

(alkakurei is highlighted because they werent in ! but i did the math anyways)

[1tbls]

i think kim adores harry so so much and loves being sillies with him. i think they deserve little sleepovers together where they are just giggling and kicking their feet. they get in a tickle fight and as harry is hyperfocused on winning through the combined might of the furies, kim is like "i have never felt so so loved".

[salty-an-disco]

just had a realization as to why I find the Leave as Gods ending pretty chill and something I’d actually wouldn’t mind doing–

I’m nonbiney, xenogender, and relate more to abstract concepts than my own body, becoming a concept too great for anyone but yourselves and your literal soulmate to understand is literally my dream lmao.

[filbosblueraspberryfundip]

ask anyone about which grumpus would have the greatest knockers and the answer will never be one of the women. it will always be wambus or chandlo

[nguyenfinity]

Every time I draw Mamagi it does AoE damage (I am also in the area of effect)

Lighthearted bonus:

[pocketramblr]

Time and the Deity

I am thinking of a land saved by a little boy, that saved a little boy.

Termina watched the stranger soothe the pains of another child gone, and gave him another song, another bit of magic. He acted to save. Termina's heroes were dead or dying, so the land gave them to the boy to strengthen him, to reforge a new living hero.

And he blossomed in this, collected such happiness, dragged the land back from the brink again and again and again, until he could save everyone. Until he and the land and the power shaped a deity, and did save everyone that had poured life into them.

And that deity is Termina too - it's people, their gratitude. Gratitude so divine it could cleanse a demon- or change a human into more.

But then the boy left Termina. And the deity is not known in Hyrule, not needed in Hyrule. The hero child isn't either.

Come back home, the god in mask calls. Come back to Termina. We need you. Why did you leave?

The child says nothing and ignores the call. He is looking for someone else. Someone that left him without a word.

But eventually, years later, he needs the god again- he puts the mask back on and draws a divine sword.

The enemies fall at his feet. And then his feet step over the bodies, moving back towards Termina. He cannot stop, he cannot turn the direction of home, the ranch, his wife and life there now- the god of Termina can move once more, and he is going back.

So the hero, no longer a child, cuts the godhood off him.

He can't put the mask back on, ever. If he does he will be whisked away to another world, and he won't come back. It's a beautiful world, Termina, one that he loves and is grateful to- but he chose to leave. After everything he has lost, he will not lose that too.

[remyfire]

Hey sorry why did this read like BJ just woke up from a filthy dream about Hawkeye and he REALLY does not need Hawk pulling off his blanket and seeing his boner right now.

[writing-hat]

a red cold heart for your blue warm eyes

or the bruise vampire / powerless AU fic that'll be slightly toxic yaoi we'll see how it all goes

Jay used to be a soldier. After failing to escape the doomed village they were supposed to protect, Echo and him get captured by the very vampires their people are at war against. The human catches the eyes of one of their Four Lords, who demands his knowledge on his combat techniques for something he could never bring himself to refuse. Now? He's stuck in the vampires' castle, and forced to cooperate with the one guy that made it so he would be stuck here in the first place place: Cole, the General of the East Army. He really had no luck.

/!\ THE FIC IS RATED MATURE /!\ because vampires and death and all that stuff I mean come on there'll be lots lots of blood

and it is a slow burn kinda thing? idk we'll see!

ALWAYS CHECK IF YOU'RE OKAY WITH THE TAGS!!! THANK YOU!

[pallastronomy]

Just realized that I've never fucking shared this crime against god (Affectionate) on here and that new followers of my bullshit may not be aware of its existence since it's two years old at this point so this is your regularly scheduled reminder that I spent an entire day on this fucking thing and turned it in for a school assignment

[starpros-sunshine]

This is like the creation of Adam to me

[definitelynotshouting]

Hello again scarian nation i was admittedly a little shy about posting this but i come to yall with offerings of gay kisses<3

For context this is for @sparxwrites who wrote the FANTASTIC series there's something wrong with the boatem hole which is the universe where this snippet technically takes place. This can be understood more or less without the context i think but it pairs best with reading Found first :] enjoy!!

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"Do you trust me?" Scar asks, sudden and easy as breathing.

Grian's shoulders hunch. "As much as I trust anyone, I suppose," he says, but that's not quite true. Scar is Scar, and everyone else is... he trusts them, of course he trusts them, but Scar is different. Scar is special. A tier above the rest. "I do," he amends, "trust you. You're very trustworthy, Scar, even though you swindle me half the time."

Scar doesn't rise to the lighthearted invitation to banter. His eyes are void-dark, pupils swirling with stars-- slowly, so slow Grian can track each individual movement, he reaches up to the space right above Grian's head, hovering both hands there.

Grian blinks, and his vision doubles, triples, multiplies by numbers he cannot name until he's dizzy with it, drunken reeling at the surge of multifaceted points of view. From the corner of his vision he spots his wings puffing, mantling-- eyespots blinking, glowing soft and lilac in the shadows of the Swaggon.

Scar's hands drop, grazing over Grian's ears-- he shivers-- before gently plucking at the straps of Grian's face mask.

Alarm thrills through Grian's stomach. "Scar, what are you doing."

"You said you trust me, right?" Scar replies.

"I--" Grian's throat closes. "Well I-- Scar, I didn't think that meant--"

"So trust me." Scar's voice is a murmur, low and melodical. He peels away Grian's face mask, slow enough that Grian could stop him if he wanted to.

He doesn't.

The face mask drops between them with a leaden rustle. Grian shivers again; this strange vulnerability Scar is asking of him leaves him raw, exposed-- his soft underbelly, for all the world to see.

Except it isn't the whole world. It's just Scar.

Maybe that's the same difference.

If Scar notices how Grian trembles, he doesn't comment on it. Just rests his hands at the nape of Grian's neck, curling his fingers into the short hair there. Flexing them, thumb brushing against the shell of Grian's ear in absent sweeps.

Scar grins, then, a crooked little quirk of his lips. "Still trust me?" he asks.

The words have been stolen off his tongue. Breathless, Grian can only nod his head in one sharp, staccato burst.

"Good," Scar says, quiet into the fragile space between them, and slides his hands forward to cup Grian's jaw. Gentle and slow, coaxing him closer, tilting his head up and at an angle as Scar leans down--

Scar's lips press against his own, somewhat chapped, warm all over, and Grian's breath shudders to a jagged halt in his chest.

It's a firm, confident slide of lips over his; Scar angles his head, nudging Grian with one hand, and blindly Grian follows. Parts his lips in a soundless, shaky exhale, drinking in the warmth surrounding him as his eyes flutter shut. His wings fall limp at his back, dragging on the floorboards-- he's not sure what to do with them, or his arms for that matter. Hesitant, he wraps his hands around Scar's biceps, holding on for dear life as Scar pulls him even closer, tilting his head further and deepening the kiss. Teeth flash over Grian's bottom lip-- the barest of pinpricks in between the molasses rising up to muddy his thoughts.

Grian sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, even as Scar runs one hand through his hair, weaving his fingers through the strands. For this small eternity, rationality doesn't exist; what he's left with is the tingle of his lips, the calculated capture of his cupid's bow, the mindful scrape of Scar's blunt nails against the side of his neck. Grian shudders, flutters his hand to rest on Scar's cheek, and lets himself drift.

[pathetic-gamer]

Honorary black eagles this, honorary black eagles that, what about former eagles who absolutely do not belong in the empire after the war starts, huh?? (Petra. I'm talking about Petra. Petra "hostage of the empire [...] it feels like a knife against my throat" "for Bridgid to be living, the Empire needs to be crushed" Macneary.)

[quirkeduptransguy]

YES my username on yt is a blood bros reference :33 i need to go to crimes world again i know in my heart and soul that i love her but i seldom show her attention .. i need to care her more ..

HOOFRAY!!!! also pretty please do!!!!!!! for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

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