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brazen-art · 14 days
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Gang's on the move
(a pipe burst in the hoard storage room)
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hamable · 5 months
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Hey I just finished Hilda season 3 and I am forever changed.
I joke that I could write a thesis about some media but I could really truly talk for hours about how fucking good Hilda is.
It’s core strength, which tears at my heart and soul so earnestly, is that it is not just a story about child adventurer, but equally a story about the MOTHER of a child adventurer and it’s just so beautiful. So impactful.
I think Johanna may be one of my favorite characters… ever. I think she is Absolutey Incredible.
Season three was just so amazing, the whole series is. I beg y’all to watch it because it’s so so good and deserves all the love it can get.
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tagidearte · 6 months
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The brain rot is so massive I'm now considering a fire watchtower au set in France, either late XX century or on the first half of the 2000s. Where vampires are of course still a thing. Mizrak takes the job as a fire watcher for summer after a conflict within his church, following Emmanuel's advice to get away for a bit. Olrox is already there working for reasons I won't share in case I ever write this. They are separated by miles, of course, their towers spread apart as they start talking in the evenings before the sun sets using walkie talkies (Olrox is on night shift, of course). Job related convos that quickly get personal. Mizrak the fools starts getting attached, maybe out of loneliness over rarely seeing other people (except the ocasional hikers or the park ranger, who would be Annette in this AU), maybe out of other desires. Olrox irks him, yet there's a weird pull in there, something he can't quite describe. Annoying as much as it is comforting. A voice, nothing else, yet what a voice it is. He wonders what body it is attached to. He starts losing focus doing prayer, ears always alert for the static of the device, the call of his name. He pretends it's because he doesn't want to be distracted in case a fire starts spreading.
Of course they have walkie talkie sex at some point before ever seeing each other, too. Long talks as well, because the show barely has them interacting yet I think their chats would be oh so fun to write.
But of course, vampires still exist. Mizrak slowly notices there are weird things happening in the forest. Something is not quite right, not quite normal. Eventually, he figures out Olrox is not quite right either.
Castlevania Nocturne is such a short show. Why am I wanting to write such a character heavy fanfic when we barely know these men's backgrounds.
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LIVE TONITE ❗
flyer i made for the Bulletproof Bandits band au i’ve been talking a lot about with @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands <3
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fairmoephelia · 2 years
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i think it’s important to understand that isaac is simultaneously much weirder and much more normal than the rest of the coterie thinks and they will never once get it right. rey thinks isaac is about to start cutting off his own limbs? he just wants to make sure serif is armed for the fight, that’s all. the group thinks he might be vulnerable as he uses his new powers? he’s fine, he’ll just be extending his bones into blades. these conversations happen minutes apart. incredible
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1morteveryday · 1 year
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365/365 👣
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lorellaishc · 5 months
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The Next Generation
(( DWC November 2023, Day 6, Expectation/Selfish, CW: none; @daily-writing-challenge ))
The dust of battle had cleared, and for the moment, the forces of Azeroth had taken the field, but the enemy was yet unbeaten. Fyrakk had broken his way into the temple with his own powers, and he and his followers had retreated within.
Lorellai could hear the aspects making plans to pursue, talking about taking a team of their most able champions to aid the pursuit, while the rest remained without to handle any further attempts by the remaining flame druids, primalists, or djaradin to interfere. She saw her parents, as well as her many aunts and uncles, Henii, Dolraan, and Hlin among them, engaging in the conversation as well. That made sense. She and the rest of the team had handled the primalists in the vault, and down in Aberrus, but those had been fairly localized trouble, and happened fast enough to preclude calling for backup. But now Fyrakk and the Firelands were threatening the world tree and the emerald dream, and that surely meant bringing in the big guns, and well, what bigger guns were there than the heroes who'd saved the world time and time again?
She'd already started preparing herself to be okay with that when Drogar broke off from the group, followed by Darlain and Dolraan, heading her way. They looked every bit the legendary dwarven heroes they were. Her father in his mechanized armor suit, her mother in her angelic war-priest vestments, and though uncle Dolraan would argue that he was a poor dwarf indeed, a fine figure nonetheless in his shining silver and gold armor and argent tabard. Before they could say a word, she smiled and greeted them. "I guess we should wish you all luck in there! I'm sure Fyrakk and his cronies won't know what hit them." Lorellai was pleased with herself, she'd managed to tamp down her own disappointment, and show them the love and support they'd always showed her. But the way they looked at each other and smiled seemed odd.
"Er, lass, that's what we were coming over t' say to yeh. Th' Aspects are calling on your team to join them inside, we'll be holdin' th' line out here." Drogar said, clapping his daughter on the shoulder.
Lorellai gawped as Dolraan followed up. "You've got far more experience with these particular villains than we do, having just arrived. And you've all proven yourselves to Alexstrasza and her fellow aspects time and time again. This is your mission."
"Make sure you teach them a lesson about messing with th' peace of Azeroth, my little sparkler!" Darlain said, pulling Lorellai into a hug. "Make sure they know why every other villain fears going up against th' Meddlers!"
Out the corner of her eye, Lorellai caught Shansii hugging her mom as well, and a few others receiving well wishes from the older heroes. Hlin in particular seemed to be giving some last minute punching advice to Edmund, who was listening thoughtfully. "Are… are you sure?"
Drogar beamed back at her. "Oh hell no, but I trust you, and I believe in you, and I know that Alexstrasza wouldn't be askin' for yeh if yeh didn't have what it takes. But I won't be sendin' yeh empty handed! I cannae help but notice that spear of yers 'as seen better days. Maybe a bit more of a distant approach will suit yeh better in there, and I've got just th' thing, designed and built based on those lovely elemental ore samples yeh sent home." Drogar whistled, and Balinore lumbered over, dragging a long crate. Unlocking it, Drogar pried it open, and removed a beautiful looking rifle from the hay within, handing it reverently to his daughter. "I call it th' Firefighter, on account of it usin' elemental fire to enhance th' shots with which you might fight then fight fire with fire!" Drogar declared, inordinately pleased with his wordplay.
Lorellai gingerly took the weapon from her father's hands, running her fingers along the barrel. "It's.. it's beautiful."
"Wield it with pride lass, and give that' fire dragon a shot to th' eye he'll ne'er forget."
Lorellai pulled her dad into a hug, but already she could hear Rokishan calling her name, as everyone got ready to head inside with the Kaldorei and the Aspects. Loading a magazine, she nodded at her father, and turned to face the temple. It was time to meddle.
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inga-don-studio · 7 months
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Well my body sure did take the adage “if you don’t schedule time for rest then your body will do it for you whether it’s convenient or not” to heart with a vengeance. (I’m sure I butchered the saying but whatever)
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Hi! Would you do something soft for your Fic „Passing Notes“? The soulmate au was just amazing and underrated! ❤️
"That can't be him."
"Nah, can't be," Druig murmured in agreement with Dane, also leaning around the corner to peek at the one person already seated at a table for six people. "Right?"
"Right," Dane mumbled, crouched down next to the younger man. He worried his lip as he stared at the man with his phone in his hands. "Can it?"
"Mm," Druig sighed, pulling back on his skepticism. "Kari did say he was supposedly a big guy."
"She hasn't met him either?" Dane asked, referring to his own testimony from Sersi also being third hand.
Druig shook his head. "T's been secretive about 'im, far as I can tell. This is the first the girls are meetin'im too. They said they've peeked at some pictures of 'em together, though."
"On Thena's phone?" Dane couldn't help but ask, his disbelief clear. Thena wasn't really a...picture taker. Druig just nodded. It was hard to imagine Thena as being so infatuated as to take couple photos with her new partner, soulmate or not.
"Guess we'll have to see for ourselves, mate," Druig tugged at his leather jacket before straightening up. He sniffed and twitched his nose, as if preparing to go intimidate the mountain of a man waiting for them and their respective partners.
"Right," Dane followed with only some reluctance. Perhaps the large gentleman was very nice. According to Thena, he was sweet, although Dane had some trouble reconciling how a person as frightening as Thena could find someone who had no terrifying qualities themselves.
He - Gil, apparently - looked up and offered them a sheepish kind of wave.
"How ye doin'?" Druig nodded as a form of greeting as they arrived at the table. "Druig--I'm Kari's."
"Dane," he leaned forward to offer his hand much more formally than Druig's greeting. "I'm Sersi's partner."
"It's great to meet you guys," Gil smiled widely, although his nervousness hadn't quite left him completely. "I've heard all about you."
"Good things, I hope," Dane chuckled in light conversation. He felt just as nervous as the man across from him, and he wasn't meeting anyone for the first time. "We've heard about you as well."
"As much as the girls can get, that is," Druig amended as he pulled out a chair and immediately slouched down lazily in it. "I'm surprised we're even meetin' you, to be honest."
Dane gave Druig a look.
But he just shrugged, hands still in his jacket pockets, "T's never really been one to mix her different circles."
But Gil wasn't intimidated by the vague and slightly defensive statement. He smiled, "yeah, I guess that's Thena. I was surprised when she suggested I join you guys, too."
Dane fidgeted with his napkin on his lap. "H-How's the cookbook business going? That's how you met, I hear."
Gil tilted his head, as if already catching some of Thena's habits for himself. He let a dreamy kind of smile warm him from the inside out. "Yep--walked right into her office and discovered the mark on my shoulder wasn't bullshit after all."
Druig raised a brow at him, but didn't interject.
"The book's almost ready to print, so she tells me," Gil continued, coming out of his shell a little more so long as Thena was the topic of discussion. "I tried to convince her to be in some of the photos but she said that would be silly."
Dane couldn't help but smile at the slight pout on Gil's face. It was such an innocent expression in contrast to the biceps bulging in his t-shirt sleeves as he crossed his arms.
"T acts like she's allergic to fuckin' photos," Druig snorted out a laugh. He gave Gil a curious look as he laid the bait, "at least with us."
"Well," Gil blushed faintly, toying with his phone in his hands as if itching to show them but holding himself back. "I've managed to sneak her into a few. At first they were just for me, but I managed to get her to agree let me use one or two on the restaurant's instagram."
Dane and Druig immediately pulled out their phones under the table to look.
"It's only--hey!"
Druig and Dane also rushed to stand as their girlfriends finally arrived together. Their greetings were brief and comfortable, although all four of them were watching from the side at the real point of intrigue.
"Hey, Handsome," Thena said ever so softly, probably only intended for Gil to hear.
He caught her hand en route to his, clasping it gently and bringing it up to his lips, "hey, Beautiful."
All four of her friends just stared.
"How was your day?" Gil asked still in a hushed tone, taking her purse from her and slipping her coat off her shoulders and over his arm.
"Mm, uneventful," she recounted factually, letting his hands trail over her without a hint of her usual resistance to any physical contact.
"Come get off your feet," Gil nudged her into the booth seat where he had been sitting. "I warmed it up for you."
"Ew," Druig commented liberally, only to get slapped on both arms by Sersi and Makkari on either side of him. "Oi!"
"Sorry we're late," Sersi fluffed her hair out of her scarf as she took a seat across from Dane and beside Thena.
Her fault, Makkari pointed out freely on the other side of the blonde and across from her own soulpair.
"Don't worry about it, we just got here," Gil replied blithely, not mentioning that he had been here long enough before Druig and Dane to actually secure a booth seat for all of them.
Thena's eyes rose to Gil's. He gave a positively tiny shrug, to which she replied with an even slighter shake of her head. Both messages got across regardless as she looked down at her menu. "What's good, here?"
"I've had the risotto before, which was lovely," Sersi leaned over, pointing out each item she and Dane had eaten before.
Makkari, from the other side of her, tapped the calamari, would you share some with me? Druig won't eat it.
Thena just nodded, to Kari's utter delight. She looked up at Gil, "hm?"
"Hm," he made the sound right back at her, almost as if it were an answer on its own. He leaned forward though, "you could try the mac and cheese."
The rest of the table traded looks (which they thought were subtle, and most definitely were not).
"I know, I know," Gil laughed, although Thena hadn't looked skeptical of his recommendation at all. "It seems simple, but I've had it here before, and it's surprisingly impressive for how it sounds."
"Go on," Thena nodded, happy to listen to Gil talk about his second favourite thing to talk about: food.
The rest of the table remained confused.
"I've worked with the guy in the kitchen now," Gil obliged, he and Thena staring at only each other across the table. "He makes the bechamel with smoked paprika instead of nutmeg, so it gets this smokey and really faintly sweet undertone. Then, while he makes the roux, he adds lobster stock instead of just milk, so it's actually pretty light for such a creamy dish. It's a little like marry-me chicken, in that sense."
"A little like what?" Dane blurted out.
Thena just nodded at the explanation, though. "That does sound lovely."
"I'm gonna get the balsamic chicken, so you can try some of that, too!"
Druig looked at Makkari, who shrugged. Thena wasn't really a sharer of food, either. One time he had tried to steal a a bite off her plate without asking and had nearly lost a finger for it.
"That's perfect," she continued to just smile at him as if they were the only ones present. "Thanks, Handsome."
The big guy blushed again.
Druig leaned back in his seat to look at Dane past Gil's back. "I don't think I can eat after th-oi!"
Thena made no apology for kicking Druig under the table.
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alieninchains · 1 year
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Imagine being someone as unwanted as a male backup dancer for taemin..... like nobody wants you there except maybe. taemin.
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quechingada · 10 months
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(v v rough sketch) serene’s movie night with their roommates !
doodled this composition id like to fully render one day i think ! it’d be a nice challenge to do a full piece like this..
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chxsn1 · 1 year
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laying in bed, can't sleep because im thinking about how all of my trauma leads back to cishet men. all of my mothers trauma and my aunts and every womxn in my life has trauma caused by cishet men. and it enrages me. here we are claiming equality but i don't remember a man ever blushing in embarrassment for saying 'bitch'. i don't recall a man ever being instantaneously ashamed for uttering the slur 'female'. white people out here reading and listening. when's a man ever studied the injustice his gender has caused? there's a reason they don't walk on eggshells afraid to offend womxn. they don't think they have anything to apologize for.
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mintmentos · 1 year
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Can’t believe fives is dead I’m not okay
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mrs-kelly · 1 year
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Now that I’ve admitted that Charlie is my crush. I should definitely write our first kiss fic ahfjfl
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houstonproblemzzz · 2 years
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My beloved ocs in pride bandanas, or well, my main ones anyways, this is enough! XD
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