is the vld fandom still alive?? anyways, after the whole omega shield incident, lance has scars all over his body, like literally from head to toe from the thousands of volts of electricity coursing through his body. they’re like tiger stripes kind of but thinner. you know that art piece of hp with his scar looking like actual lightning? that but all over lances body
and!! if ur a fan of the idea that when allura healed him, it changed his dna to be altean, consider that when he’s super excited or happy or embarrassed or whatever, the marks on his cheeks glow along with the scars so he’s just this blue glow stick when he’s happy
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cocky bastard vibes - zhongli
ship: zhongli x reader
synopsis: in which reader shares their free thoughts on the liyue statue of seven
notes: standalone snippet part of the bookkeeping!verse
It was a beautiful day in Liyue. The grass was a luscious green and the birds were singing a beautiful song. After a nice stay at the Emerald Maple Inn, you and Mr. Zhongli decided to have a cup of tea next to the Statue of the Seven before heading on your way to Qingce Village. You were to accompany him to pick up supplies for the next funeral rite, and with the way the morning was going, you knew nothing would ruin this peaceful day.
"So how much do you want to bet that Rex Lapis was hot and knew it?”
You ignored the choked sound that came from your side as you gazed up at the picturesque statue. Though your companion would probably consider your question quite out of the blue, you couldn’t say it was the first time you wondered such a thing. Whenever you passed by one of them in Liyue, the thought always plagued your mind for a few hours after. Judging by Mr. Zhongli’s reaction, though, it seemed he did not share your sentiments.
"Ehem… That… certainly is an interesting thought. I can’t say whether or not previous records touched on such a topic."
You hummed, gazing up at the statue. Really? That couldn’t be true. Why wouldn’t anyone talk about a statue looking like that?
“Well there are many reasons why I’d say I’m right. First off, his outfit. He has a hooded cloak on while also being shirtless. There’s absolutely no logical reason to dress like that unless they’re from the deserts of Sumeru, wouldn’t you say? It obviously was a conscious fashion decision. If you pair that with the seductive way he’s sitting, I’d be inclined to assume he’s quite clearly feeling his look.”
Silence came from your side. Hm, Mr. Zhongli still wasn’t convinced? Then you would go on.
“You do see it, right? His posture is relaxed, yet confident. Not to mention the way he’s looking at that cube in his hand with practically bedroom eyes. His knees are apart too. My friend from Sumeru told me that when a man sits like that, he’s displaying his dominance.”
Still silence.
"You can't sit in a seductive pose like that without on some level being aware you look good doing it. I mean look at him! He's shirtless and everything! I've heard even macho fishermen say that they pray to the statue for a good night before coming home to see their wives. You can’t blame them, right?"
A hesitant cough.
"I-I'm sure it was a younger time when those statues were sculpted."
You groaned.
"Maybe, but you’re not even looking! If you did, you’d agree with me that Rex Lapis is clearly exuding such massive 'cocky bastard' vibes!" You countered.
For some reason, the more you spoke, the more flustered he became.
"C'mon, Mr. Zhongli! Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like I'm slandering his good name! I mean, if Rex Lapis didn't want us talking about him like this, maybe he shouldn't have made a statue with abs clean enough to eat off of!"
Okay, maybe at this point, you were piling it on a bit thick. Could anyone blame you? His face was in his hand as if he had a headache, and were his ears tinged the slightest hint of red? It was an interesting sight. Never had you seen him look so completely flustered. Sure you were rather blunt, but you didn't think your words were that provocative. Mr. Zhongli really was practically a 65 year old man.
"I thought you respected the Geo Archon…" He muttered weakly.
You gasped in offense.
"I do! I’d even consider my words the utmost of pious behavior. In Mondstadt, the sisters of the church consider themselves married to Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. So finding the Geo Archon to be a sex god is pretty much the same thing, right?”
“No, it is not.”
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Spawn ending Astarion: Everything's great!! Smell that night air, so much more fragrant than daytime anyway. And I'm so free! I do whatever I want! 200 years a slave who? Me? Pddfft, I'm over it! I'm a hero! I'm and adventurer! I'm a leader of Spawn! I'm totally confident and capable and I don't care that I'm broke and on my own out here because I'm soooo thriving right now ☺️☺️
Tav: I-
Astarion: Im gonna walk away right now before you can roll an insight check ok byeeeee
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✨Wrap your arms around me, baby boy!!✨
✅ animal lover? hey look at my cute bird
✅Timmies addict? picked up some donuts on the way
Gil’s got that ass secured and insured.
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thinking about how buck ripped eddie's shirt open in 4x14, and thinking about how functionally (clinically) unnecessary that was because all he needed to do was put pressure on the wound right. that was the main point, he just needed to staunch the bleeding long enough to get eddie to the hospital alive.
but there's something about buck literally tearing the last barrier between him and eddie's bare skin, about him reaching for the proof that eddie's still alive under his hands, and there's something about him purposely staining his hands with eddie's blood to keep him alive, and of him making sure he's the one to do it. and there's something about seeing the raw gunshot wound, and feeling the edges of it under his palm even with gauze between them.
and then there's something about buck's other hand not even being able to touch eddie's face, even though it's completely poised as if he's about to cup the side of eddie's head. a little like feeling he doesn't deserve to touch eddie gently while he's causing him pain by pressing the wound, idk.
now an argument could be made that maybe he was trying to prevent the shirt from getting stuck in the wound, or he was using something sterile to put pressure, but this is tv, and immediately after eddie's taken into surgery, we see someone else that's been shot, putting pressure over her wound by herself, through the shirt.
anyway just thoughts about buck tearing eddie's shirt open, reaching for eddie's vitality and staining himself with it ◡̈
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Halbrand/Sauron in the forge: this is so random, but, and this is totally just occurring to me now because of what you said, what if we, and again I’m just spitballing here, make an alloy, and not to be crazy but like let it mix on its own?? I don’t know though I’m just a dumb human
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for whoever needs some softness rn 🤍
his frigid fingers are cramping and the scent of cigarettes linger on his clothes as he steps back into the warmth of the house, sniffling as he shuts the door behind him.
shrugging off the cold jacket and toeing off his boots, he steps back towards the living room, where steve is waiting for him.
those big doe eyes look up at him with clear affection, adoration - like they’re a direct line from his heart. “let me warm you up, baby.” steve murmurs, reaching his arms out as billy steps close.
and billy lets him. he savours the way steve pulls him down onto the couch, knowing he must smell like winter air and tobacco, but steve doesn’t mind. he never does.
steve’s arms wrap around him and billy relaxes with a sigh as he feels his boyfriend’s cheek on his shoulder. present. there.
their forgotten movie continues to play on the tv as steve holds him. and not in a stiff, forced kind of way - a soft, malleable kind of hold that allows billy to shift into a more comfortable position, feeling the weight of steve’s body on his and where they touch and where they don’t.
steve mumbles, “c’mere,” into his shoulder and gently pulls billy closer, closer, until they’re reclined against the arm of the couch and billy rests against steve’s chest. sturdy and strong and ready to bear him.
billy shifts, grunts under his breath, and wiggles until he’s wedged comfortably between the back of the couch and his boyfriend. he presses his face into steve’s neck, smiling as he feels his pretty boy shiver and mumble, “your nose is cold.” but it’s far from a complaint.
not when steve’s fingers are in his hair, playing with his curls and gently scratching at his scalp. loving him. caring for his comfort. wanting billy there with him. he doesn’t even mind when billy disappears for a few minutes to go feed his addiction outside in the bitter cold, puffing on a cigarette that’s glowing cherry red in the dark.
“y’know,” steve mumbles quietly against his forehead, and billy can imagine those doe eyes are half-lidded or fully closed as he speaks, “you’re my favourite person. you know that, right?”
billy doesn’t want to believe it, but he does. fully. he has no reason to disbelieve steve’s claim. he hums and then clears his throat gently, mutters back, “ditto.”
he can feel steve’s smile against his temple and slowly, inch by inch, billy warms.
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