Fun fact: In Barbatos's intimacy storyline in Nightbringer he ends up living with Solomon and MC at Cocytus Hall temporarily. Here's a highlight from his 40 intimacy call:

The way he makes Solomon sit in the corner. 😭 You cannot convince me he didn't raise this man.

I just want to wish you good luck... and all that. And all what? What ever you want. FRED ASTAIRE and GINGER ROGERS in SWING TIME (1936)

FOR A BEAT OF HEART, THE BREATH IS SHOT. AND WITHIN A BREATH, THE HEART IS CAUGHT. THE PIPES ARE BURSTING, UNDER GREAT STRESS, BOLTS TORN ASUNDER, MAKING A MESS. A FINAL COUGH, A FINAL RETCH, A GOREY SLOUGH, CLAIMED BY WRETCH.

i wonder if this scene has something to do with wille’s grief. wille appears to have all of his walls up and seems really angry or shut down in this scene. it could be directed at simon, but i think it’s likely and in character for him to be going through something deeper internally and unable to express that others yet. maybe it’s some kind of pressure building that he’s disappointing erik if he’s considering abdication? and maybe simon said something that hit a nerve and that’s why simon feels helpless - cause now wille’s shut him out. we’ve seen this behavior before in wille quite literally shutting his mom out of erik’s room to have a moment of missing his big brother, so it’s safe to say that’s a defense mechanism when he feels like someone doesn’t understand. and he seems to be having other moments in s3 where he’s also extremely frustrated and dysregulated, so could be a bunch of things boiling up at once.

APOCALYPSE SEER TWINS COMIC TIME!

Putting the actually comic under a cut b/c it starts off with a Leo future dream and i want everyone prepared for that.

But yeah! The suggestion came from the replies on This post (thank you @antimattercontainment ! )

Content warning: (specifically for Leo's dream) attempted Krang possession and implied suicide.

so yeah, Donnie is fully aware of how he dies in the apocalypse timeline. He dies pushing CJ out of the way of some Krang goop, getting infected, and then self-destructing his gear before he could fully be possessed. He actually picked this way of dying compared to the original vision Leo saw before the invasion (which was almost the same except he didn't have a self-destruct feature and had to beg Leo to kill him instead.) He didn't want to put that sort of strain on his twin so he decided that, when the time came, he'd take care of it on his own. This was the biggest change the twins had been able to make in their visions (before sending CJ back and thwarting the entire apocalypse.)

edit: fixed the yin-yang symbols so they're actually correct. My bad!

editx2: fixed the symbols again, b/c i had it right the first time. My bad^2 (i cannot keep stuff like this straight. and apparently can't read either so yeah.)

This is the first Ryunosuke I've drawn and he looks like such a normal guy, just a regular ass man and it's very funny to me HJGKHL

as someone who is used to blurting out every single idea i have about my fics the second it occurs to me, WRITING A FIC AND KEEPING THINGS TO YOURSELF IS SO HARD I AM ONLY 4 CHAPTERS IN HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS

goth boy literature student tells you all about russian authors and about how he spends half a year helping out at his family's farm in portugal he has long hair and he wants to meet you in london on monday do you say yes or no

burning through you - part 1

i was re-watching s16 aaaand got inspired....so here's some stuff <3 part 1/????

Day One

She was a professional. Composed. Rock-solid. 

Nerves were a part of professionalism. Jane knew that. She knew the burn of anxiety in her throat, and had long since mastered the art of using it to her advantage. Its what made her such a star, her ability to turn nerves into excitement, fear into confidence. She told herself that nerves meant that what she was doing mattered, that she cared, and that she had no choice but to do well.

She was nervous then. It did amazing things for her figure. She redistributed the tightness in her chest throughout her body, using it to straighten her posture and elongate her neck. People didn’t notice nervousness if she held herself right, and thats exactly what happened now. The other girls looked at her with wide-eyed impression, intimidation. Their gazes lingered on the careful details of her clothes and the shape of her body. They reacted to her. They laughed at her jokes, recoiled at her quips. Jane saw the effect she had on the room and the people in it, be it respect or envy or otherwise. She was in her zone, as she often was, and she knew it.

She felt alright about the other girls, liked them even. Some were silly, some were sweet, some just kinda sucked. All of them put her at ease in one way or another. Nymphia, however, did not.

Nymphia was perfect in every way. She seemed to twirl on air, breezing through the room with effortless elegance. Her dark eyes glittered with life, lit by some internal spark that radiated through her skin. She was dainty, perfectly shaped, her beautiful clothes sat like drapery on sculpted marble. She was a well-composed work of art, and she made Jane nervous. Only when the next girl walked in did she realize that she wasn’t breathing, that she hadn’t been since Nymphia floated into the room. Where the other girls had reinforced her vision of herself and bolstered her confidence, Nymphia challenged it. 

Jane understood perfection. She’d molded it with her own hands, knew how it was bred, and had found that no beautiful facade could exist without a dark spot to conceal. She knew girls like this, she was a girl like this, and she’d learned that perfection was alluring, yes, but it, or what lay beneath, drove people away.

And so searched for a flaw in the girl. She kept a close eye on Nymphia those first few days, watching the way she spoke and the effect it had on the room. What she found was that Nymphia’s confidence didn’t push people away as Jane’s often did. Instead, it drew them in. She was twinkly, zany, even a tad delusional, and the other girls seemed to eat it up. 

What Jane found even worse was that Nymphia was nice, genuinely nice, even to her. Some girls were nice to Jane out of admiration, some out of fear, like she would break them if they misspoke. Others were cautious, tiptoeing around her and her precise tongue. Some avoided her altogether. Jane knew she rubbed a few the wrong way, even if she didn’t mean to. She couldn’t help her tendency to nitpick. Taking things apart was how she made sense of them, how she sorted the good from the bad, and in this she could almost justify the remarks that flew from her lips before she’d had the decency to filter them. Kindness didn’t come naturally to her.

It did come naturally to Nymphia, annoyingly so. She was light, silly, charming. She was bubbly in the way that only true confidence allows, it emanated from her with every word. She’d hugged Jane immediately, eyes glittering, offering compliments that Jane had brushed off in the moment. She would later try to remember them, searching her memory for the exact words Nymphia had used to describe her.

It was Nymphia’s ease during their introduction that bothered Jane the most. If she wasn’t intimidated by Jane, she could have at least had the decency to make it obvious. The girl didn’t seem to react to her at all, and offered her the same kindness that she did everyone else. Jane divided people, but she couldn’t gauge where Nymphia stood, and it set her nerves on fire. 

It was some time that day, watching Nymphia flit around the room and feeling the white-hot flames of fear in her chest, that Jane made up her mind. If Nymphia made her nervous, she would gladly return the favor. If Nymphia gave her nothing, she'd give even less. She resolved to pay no mind to Nymphia, none at all.

Oops, started writing a Leverage OT3 Romeo and Juliet AU. Basically Parker and Hardison are working for different crews/leaders (Archie and Nate respectively) but also Eliot is still working for Moreau who very much wants Parker on his side because she's the best thief in the world, so he sends Eliot to essentially kidnap her after a job.

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this is wild

aaaki..... aaaki ss.... s-s-s..... se..... AKI SEX AKI BIG COCK *my shock collar turns on and I fall to the floor convulsing*

sure every OTHER time you’ve grown your hair out you’ve looked like a fucking idiot. but not this time. this time will be different (<– lying)

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

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Xander & Soleil Father-Daughter Support

tried my hand at what i'd imagine their in-game support would be c: accompanying fanart here!

C-SUPPORT:

Soleil: *Sigh* Xander: … Soleil: … Soleil: *SIGH* Xander: Is it really so much to ask that you focus, Soleil? Soleil: But this is boring! There’s way too much to do. Xander: Perhaps if you would participate in your duties as a princess rather than flirt with the women in town, you’d have more time on your hands. Soleil: Humph. I still don’t get why I had to get locked in here with you. You could’ve at least given me a pretty tutor! Xander: On the contrary, this method has brought me success before. Xander: I dealt with your father’s philandering in precisely this way, and he stopped toying with the feelings of women all together. Soleil: You know why he stopped flirting with girls? You got MARRIED, Papa! Xander: Study. Soleil: Ugh. Fine. Xander: … Soleil: … Soleil: You’re looking sleepy. Xander: I’m not. Xander: You won’t be getting out of this early. I won’t leave until you’re finished. Soleil: Yeah, because you’ll fall asleep and it’ll take me all night… Xander: And what was that? Soleil: Nothing! Just working. Xander: … Soleil: … Xander: … … … Xander: Zzz… Soleil: Oh wow. He’s actually asleep. Soleil: I don’t wanna wake him up. I guess I could leave now! Soleil: Though… I might need a nap, too. My eyes seriously hurt after staring at all this. Soleil: Hmm… Soleil: …Zzz…

B-SUPPORT:

Soleil: Papa! Xander: Hello, you. Soleil: Hi! Listen, I have big, big news! Xander: Oh? And what’s that? Soleil: I’m getting married! Xander: You’re what? Soleil: Yup! Isn’t that something? Xander: I… To who? Soleil: Who? Oh, well. It’s a… Secret. She’s really shy. Xander: …Is that so. Soleil: Uh huh. So, um, anyway. You don’t need to keep tabs on me anymore, because I’m gonna be completely faithful. Just like Dad, heh! Xander: Ah. Of course. Xander: Though, Soleil. You understand, as you’re a princess, that there is a certain procedure which must be undergone when it comes to marriage. Soleil: Huh? Xander: It isn’t something as simple as putting a ring on a finger, it’s a royal affair. Xander: You must introduce her to our family formally, as well as engage her in the courtship process—there’s etiquette to be learned, and we’ll have to make completely certain she doesn’t intend you any harm. Xander: Not just anyone can marry a princess, you know. Soleil: Oh. Soleil: Um. Okay. Yeah, okay. Soleil: I’ll… Introduce you to her. Sometime soon. Xander: Thank you. We’ll be expecting her. Soleil: …Okay. I’ll, uh, go tell her! Bye! Xander: Goodbye. Xander: … Xander: ...That girl.

A-SUPPORT:

Soleil: …Hi, Papa. Xander: Soleil, what’s that expression for? Soleil: I, um. I need to confess something. Soleil: There’s no girl, I’m not getting married. I just didn’t want you to know I was out flirting again. Soleil: It was all a ruse. I’m really sorry I lied, I probably got everyone so excited. Xander: Soleil… Xander: Thank you for telling me. Xander: Though you don’t need to worry, I didn’t tell anyone. I knew from the beginning that you weren’t really engaged. Soleil: Oh, man. Was I that obvious? Soleil: …So I’m in huge trouble now, huh? Xander: It’s true that your actions aren’t exactly becoming of a princess. But I would like to clarify something with you. Xander: I’m not particularly upset that you’re flirting. But I’ll be strict with you if it gets in the way of your duties, as it has been. Xander: It was just the same with your father—he was causing trouble, and I felt I needed to step in to prevent it. Xander: You don’t need to lie to me. If you’d like to to spend your free time with girls, you’re welcome to. But it mustn’t continue to hinder your learnings and responsibilities as a princess of Nohr. Soleil: Oh. Soleil: Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. I really thought you were going to be angry with me. Xander: No. I only want you to understand. Soleil: I think I get it. No, I KNOW I do. Soleil: I admit that I was putting things off for a little too long. Soleil: I’ll do better, I promise. I’ll devote more time to my princess things. Xander: I’m glad to hear it. And thank you for being honest with me. Soleil: I’ll make sure I tell you when I really get married, okay? Xander: Alright. But not too soon. Soleil: Well of course not, Papa! I haven’t met all the women in the world yet!