Rust snippet

“The problem with Morrigan,” Azriel admitted, knee sliding against the softness of Nesta’s dress, “Is that it did work, once.” With a primness that might have fooled, Nesta uncrossed her legs, framing Azriel’s thigh in a soft flash of bared skin. Casual. Close. But what tipped the odds was her mouth, smile developing an edge, delight. “How?” Azriel shrugged. “I was eighteen. Stupid. A girl like her had never looked twice at me.” Morrigan, a wilder, younger, less brittle version, had looked expensive. Like a person Azriel should not, under any circumstances, be allowed to touch. Four years of scholarship at private school had gotten him to college, gotten him here, and taught him too, to keep his fucking head down. Not looking had never made wanting any less. “And then,” Nesta hedged, sliding closer. “Never again? So”- “So I’m a fun challenge,” Azriel agreed, savoring that faint, phantom warmth. The ferric tang of wine, so sharp it turned right around into sweet. “It was stupid and meaningless then. Means even less now.” Nesta grinned, totality of the expression briefly breathtaking. “You must make her insane.” “Says the woman Cassian seems to think is going to have his babies.” He was sorry to see the smile turn to disgust, but not regretful. Full-body, her shoulders moving, lovely posture shifting. It was choice- it was a choice at all that Azriel had come tonight, against all better judgement, a decision that was now seeming wise to the point of psychic intuition- it was a call, and Azriel made it, skimming her bare knee as Nesta’s horror turned right around into a scathing little laugh. She watched him do it. Slow, smile stilling but not fading, as Azriel traced a curve upward. Nesta leaned forward, catching her chin again with one steady hand. “We should go to dinner.” A slow line, his thumb on her soft thigh, like Azriel could match the clear cut shape of her jaw, drawing him in. He cleared his throat. “We should.”

EVERYONE IS DRAWING THEIR NECRO!GIDEONS SO IM DRAWING MINE SHES A BITCH <3

Another bit Logan loves doing, aside the "We should kiss." one, is "Daddy is daddy-ing." whenever someone gets worked up over something. His sole goal is to throw them off and diffuse whatever is pissing them off, which works a majority of the time. When the guy who never talks calls you "daddy" it's gonna be distracting.

Kick: How did Merrick even know it was me Logan? I know you wouldn't snitch on me. Which means it had to have been Neptune! That motherfucker! Logan: Daddy daddying! Kick: Damn straight I am!

Keegan, interrogating someone: Tell me what I want to know! NOW! Logan, quietly: Daddy- Keegan: NOT RIGHT NOW LOGAN! I'm trying to be scary quit making me blush.

Merrick: I swear the higher ups get off on asking me dumbass questions, if I see that motherfucker Jones ONE MORE TIME- Logan: Ooh, daddy is daddying... Merrick: WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

Rorke: Incompetent fucking IDIOTS wouldn't know where to point the barrel if I held their fucking hands! Logan: Daddy is daddying. Rorke: I'm not your father, you fucking nutjob.

because we don’t talk enough about modern mike wheeler writing skysolo fanfiction and posting it on ao3 and meeting online fan artist cleric-walker who draws scenes from mike’s stories, i’ve decided it is my duty to write a whole fanfiction about it. you’ve pushed me to do this

Hey girl, see those badges??

Thats right mama, I’m terminally online and wont shut the fuck up.

How you doin’? ;]]]]]]

just remembered that when Veilbreaker came out people jumped on the "Kaelli has a crush on Kahl" train pretty quickly

which (gestures) is once again proof that if it's a man and a woman people will take the romantic route very easily

Apparently the scene you get with Shadowheart if you get her approval all the way up and then tell her you want to get to spend time with her is the same one you're supposed to get at the tiefling party, which means if you trigger it early you may not get any scene with her at the party at all. This made things pretty confusing when I showed up expecting to advance my romance with her and instead she just gave me some generic "lol wine is good huh" dialogue meanwhile every other companion* BUT her was actively trying to jump my bones... Literally just had to beat everyone else off of my Tav with a stick and then go to bed alone 😔

*Except Lae'zel, who instead went on an unprompted rant about how she knew I wanted to fuck her sooo bad but I had Pissed Her Off by making her be Nice to People so now she would NEVER allow me the pleasure of having crazy hot githyanki sex with her. (She propositioned me a few days later anyways)

today my psychiatrist told me that i urgently need to start psychotherapy and i am terrified lmao

sometimes I wonder if I should take a gender studies class just so I can bitch every day about how an imaginary boyfriend is often seen as a requirement for a woman to feel safe enough to have fun at a club, or the idea that an imaginary person with a fake “claim” over me has more influence over predatory men than my own voice saying “No, I’m not interested, get lost”

enchanted by how utterly INSUFFERABLE the commander/daeran romance can be to everyone around them

Ylixer looks so damn

GYAT!!!

I'm taking her

I suggest before doing so, you pick a god who will listen and pray

"Choose your words carefully. I'm in a good mood today and want to keep it that way."

obligatory photo to sum my feelings up

A bundle of happy Danes 🥰🥰

i know its 90% venting at the bleakness of american politics but like...

it really fucking blows to know that most people are probably not gonna vote this year. i cant wait for the fallout of that.

She doesn't know why she's doing this but since Claude decided to dangle her, Lillie now was sure of just walking up to him, jumping a bit... her height was funny compared to his. And then she just booped his nose and giggled. She thought about running away but here she was now, giggling up at him. "Hey Claude." She added

Boop Frenchie’s Nose (He Ain’t Gone Do Shit!) || Infinity Accepting

He was entirely silent whilst she walked up to him. As a father his “fuckshit senses” were tingling at her approach. He immediately knew when someone in his vicinity was about to be chaotic. But he does not do a damn thing but stare as she walks up, a still very blonde eyebrow arching.

Honestly when he first sees her jump he figured she was going to h i t him which would have been deserved considering what he had done on their first meeting but alas it is worse. His fair nose immediately wrinkled when her hand touched it, his head instinctively raring back at the sensation, though he bit back his usual noise of annoyance the action would have garnered anyone else. Still not as w e i r d as what he had done. Besides it was a BOLD move, very impressive from someone who had to be aware he could e a t her if he decided he truly wanted to.

“Yes, my nose is huge. I g e t it. Thank you for reminding me, cherie,” he deadpanned as his hand immediately snaked out to catch her lowering wrist.

“Unfortunately, I am choosing this moment to remind you that you are the equivalent of a half starved rat to my Malamute,” he snickered back, teasingly wiggling her hand a bit before letting it go.

“Is that all you came here to do? Because if it is… You are a fucking dork.”

you guys are so quick to hate women 🥱