#( ish. )

[mindshelter]

in a version of sm2099 where the writer's room cared about their women we would have gotten explicit, on-panel evidence that tyler stone wanted xina dead yesterday for reasons entirely separate from her connections with miguel. don't get me wrong, the miguel thing helps; tyler was probably doing a premature victory lap for successfully isolating miguel from his support system, as abusers love to do, only for some knight in shining armour in the form of a twelve-year-old girl to decide that miguel is now her sweet bun to guard. her pookie. her mantou.

anyway. she's already an ideological deviant in a setting that values homogeneity, is far too smart for her own good, and was one of the people directly responsible for getting kron expelled because she refused to keep her head down. as she gets older, she declines to work with alchemax -- and given her expertise in technology and AI, her refusal (especially as one of their former students), to the company, was likely a huge loss for their dedication towards a more ironclad surveillance state. the world's most massive middle finger. she could have been one of their crown jewels. this was likely on par, or an even bigger loss than if miguel... say, refused to comply on the corporate raiders project (oops), and even tried to quit (double oops).

she's 100% been on a watchlist since she was thirteen, and she knows it, if her development of the paranoia perfect 6.0 protocol says anything about her distrust towards the state. good for her!

#also paranoia perfect 6.0 is such an interesting name for that protocol. is she a figure skating fan lmao #marvel comic blogging #xina kwan #xinamiguel #ish. #miguel voice i shouldn't be near you... tyler will know. i'll put you in danger! #xina voice miguel that ship sailed 15 years ago. now play pokemon crystal with me #xina voice they used to try to watch me through the balcony window with IR cameras but i disabled them #miguel voice (shaking) huh #xina voice pick a starter. say cyndaquil right now

[funshinebf]

give him a baby. IMMEDIATELY!

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun vash #trigun wolfwood #vashwood #ish. #my post #my art #sketches #also. all my vashes have one tit #if i dont get to draw his one tit i get so scared and sad and start dying

[gammija]

it makes sense, but i didnt realize until i was just now noting down the dates that ep 6 and ep 7's non-case parts take place on the same date (12 feb '24)

#and then it skips a full two weeks to catch up to the real timeline #which Celia refers to i believe! #v fun that alex and jonny are actually looking at a calendar in advance for tmagp now #tmagp #tmagp s1 #tmagp theory #ish.

[nadjasnandor]

Everyone in the house: Nandor is gonna funking kill you when he'll found out.

Nandor when he actually will found out: *cries*

Honestly, yeah.

#ask #wwdits spoilers #ish.

[ant1quarian]

WhAts your least developed AU? :0

Hmmm. . . probably...

Traintale?

All I know about it is that it's like this big ol' station that's the area between life or death. The Sans there is the conductor, and the Papyrus is the guide.

And there's also like this. . . constant menacing air about the place. Sans is also an omen of death- usually seen as a black silhouette standing across the street/field before a train/car/vehicle of some description passes by and then he's gone

Thank you for the ask :]

#Traintale #I remember it #Ish. #Arian's Asks #Conductor Sans #And Guide Papyrus

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

sometimes my own series notes jumpscare me. when did i WRITE that

#dcmk #itcwsas progress #ish.

[thishappenedinsmt]

k here you go (slides this to you under the bathroom stall)

#thing i made #ish. #ummmmm mery chrimas. haby new year #what if i edited him for every holiday or event or whatever i think itd be funny. tbd

[giantchasm]

Well NOW he’s worried! What on Earth is that supposed to mean!?

#kirby #taranza #sectonia #joronia #sectaranza #ish.

[xamaxenta]

Modern/real world AU where Marco's second name is Villanova because he's... yeah, the film producer

I love when people give Marco big fancy names bc he comes from a family with gravity power fame or money sometimes all at the same time it just makes sense

Even better if hes the adoptive son and beloved beyond measure

Its good stuff

#im alive after #my attempt to unalive but im ok #ish. #i had alot of #chemical resetting to do lol #anons coming in with the heavy hitter bangers as always #this one is a home run

[neallo]

also bratty sub Near uttering the words "make me" to Mello

heheheh this happened to coincide with an excerpt i already had written to the very-incomplete sequel to engaged. i hope you don't mind me being a little flexible with the exact phrasing :3

For the last two months, every day has gone like this: he wakes up to the sound of their alarm, surrounded by Mello. Mello’s chest warm against his back, Mello’s breath tickling his neck, Mello’s arm slung over him, heavy and comforting. Near has to squirm out of his embrace to turn off the clock, and said squirming inevitably wakes Mello. By the time Near has silenced the alarm, Mello is propped up on one elbow and staring at him. “Get back here,” Mello always says, his voice coarse with sleep and low enough to make Near shiver. Some mornings Near just crawls back over and lays down beside him, obedient. Others, he likes to agitate Mello a little; he’ll act aloof or say something like come get me just for the thrill of being grabbed and dragged and pinned under Mello's weight, of Mello calling him a brat and holding him down while he grinds against him, body hot and heavy on Near’s smaller one.

NSFW (or not!) three-sentence(ish) fic prompts open ❣️

#meronia #mellonear #my writing #neither of the ones i have answered have been anywhere close to 3 sentences but yk #nevertheless persisting #i am tackling these slowly sorry besties #ns // fw #ish.

[anaccidentwaitingtohappen]

Can you guys see it. I doodled Fitz but I made the mistake of doing it in white pen for some reason and so now! It's a Fitz ghost...? Anyways. Exams are going pretty well!! I've been thinking about language and how English doesn't have the ड़ sound and I am so sad about that. Ok bye for now

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #he creates #fitz vacker #art #ish.

[weatheredpileoftomes]

whole damn place is about to blow

Linza, gen-ish, early Heavensward, ~1100 words. Canon-typical violence, xenophobia, etc. Writing my way through msq again—I am absolutely fascinated by the way existing in Linza’s canon changes Ilberd as a character; I have been thinking about very little else for days. Some dialogue has been taken from the level 51 quest “Keeping the Flame Alive”.

——

“Give me the key,” Yugiri snaps, waving poison-green smoke away from her face as she kneels at the magitek field’s controls.

They hadn’t even given Raubahn a change of clothing, not in months. The rags he wears are still covered in his own blood. Linza’s fingertips are numb as she hands the key over; she resettles her grip on her staff and thinks of a strong, clean wind—off the distant ocean, salt-tinged and wild.

It stirs the air a little.

Carbuncle’s tail fans back and forth as Alphinaud mutters over his book. Linza coughs, and coughs again.

“You came,” Raubahn says again, a little stronger this time. He’s looking at her, not Yugiri or Alphinaud.

Linza doesn’t know what to say. Of course I did. I promised Nanamo. I promised Nanamo, and she might not be dead. She stares helplessly back at him, struck almost as silent as if she’d been bespelled again.

He goes into another fit of coughing as he tries to thank her, and then gods-damned Ilberd shows up.

Linza’s very blood is fire and lightning, here in the bowels of a cave turned bloodsands. She burns to turn them on Ilberd, even as the poison still lingers in the air.

“I have us, Linza,” Alphinaud says, and—of course. Of course, he’d been betrayed as surely as Linza was, though differently. These were his men that they’re facing. Who are still wearing the uniforms he designed, as Linza was flung bound and silenced in front of the assembled leadership of the continent wearing Ala Mhigan violet and with the embroidered griffin on her skirts spreading across the floor.

Who swore an oath to Alphinaud and Eorzea, as Ilberd had claimed that killing Nanamo and removing Raubahn and the Scions and Linza herself in one fell swoop, that leaving men like Teledji Adeledji and Lolorito in unhindered control of Ul’dah and all the refugees outside its walls, was for the good of Ala Mhigo.

Linza draws in a gasping breath and puts herself between Ilberd and Raubahn. It’s useless—he might be taller than her even kneeling—but she can’t not do it.

They’re yalms below the open sky, and even if she had the strength in conjury to bring the ceiling down on Ilberd and his jackals it wouldn’t satisfy her. But Alphinaud has them, and so she calls on destruction, on black magic, in Rhalgr’s name, and feels the lightning gather and burst from the shadowed air itself.

She’ll see them all in hell.

Fray will want to know why she didn’t call forth her sword, but the only answer Linza can give is that it’s not right, not now. Steel is all they respect in Ishgard, but this isn’t the Fury’s ground.

You should have killed him, Fray would say. You should have done it for the harm he’s done and called justice.

Fire blooms between Linza’s hands, explodes against the worn stone of the hall. Ilberd is cornered now, sweat dripping down his face and blood spattered across his uniform from Yugiri’s knives. The Braves must have taken a poison ward, but even with that Ilberd is panting for breath, his sword and shield drooping.

Why didn’t you kill him? Fray would ask. Linza can feel the thunder gathered, a storm built within her staff.

“It is over, Ilberd!” Alphinaud shouts. “Lay down your arms and surrender yourself to justice!”

Surrender?

“Justice?!” Ilberd echoes scornfully, as if anything he’s done has served justice either. Linza’s body crackles with unspent lightning, prickling in her fingers, searing as she squeezes her staff to try to ground her rage. Her ears ring with it.

When Ilberd’s voice fades back in he’s speaking to her. “You fight for whoever bloody well tells you to.”

“I fight for Ala Mhigo,” Linza says. She can feel her mouth moving; she can hear the voice whispering, too quiet to be understood. “I always have.”

“Can you not see you’re being used?!” Ilberd demands.

Linza shakes her head. He might say the Scions and the city-states had used her, but that isn’t a surprise. She’d known they were. She’d been using them in return, hoarding scraps of goodwill that had turned into feasts of it, and then he’d come in and thrown that all on the midden.

Two years of smiling, of staying quiet, of being a reliable errand girl, of doing whatever she was asked. Two years of listening as people called the refugees every name they could think of, to her face, not realizing she was one of them too, and not being able to say anything. Her whole life, growing up without ever having seen her homeland.

So what if she hadn’t suffered as long as he had? There wasn’t a price to be paid in blood or tears before someone could do something to free Ala Mhigo. Everyone should want to, whether they’d suffered or no.

“Know this,” he shouts at her. “There is nothing I would not give to take back Ala Mhigo! Nothing!”

Linza gulps air. “Including Ala Mhigans! What good is a country that’s nothing but empty dirt?” The storm is starting to blow away, unspent. She clutches her staff even tighter, as if that could keep its power there in case she changes her mind. “All of us are nothing to you! You’d entrust the refugees in Ul’dah to Lolorito and keep me from getting Alliance support for a war of liberation just so you can be the hero? Hero of what?”

Her head is spinning. She’d burned through too much aether, maybe, with the poison, with sprinting through the twisting halls of Halitali, with the choking cold of Coerthas before that.

“Pampered brat,” Ilberd spits. “You with your private meetings with the sultana of bloody Ul’dah, the praise you’ve gotten from the Flame General.” The look he flicks at Raubahn is venomous. Linza takes a step closer to Raubahn, drawing the shapes of Manaward in her mind. “This isn’t your struggle. You’ll never understand it.”

Before Linza can protest, he and his men vanish in a puff of smoke, like one of Yugiri’s shinobi tricks.

Raubahn groans, and she turns and drops to her knees beside him. He’s filthy, with new pain-carved lines on his face, but he’s alive. She did that much for Nanamo, at least.

She did that much, at least.

Even when she reaches for her staff again, settling into the healing flow of conjury, the electric fizzing under her skin doesn’t ease.

#title from poor man's poison's “give and take” which is. a pretty linza song. #she's at like drk 40 at this point so that's what's up with fray here #my fic #my fic: 3.0 #my fic: linza #my fic: linza: gen #Ish. #linza tabito #scions ensemble #ilberd does not deserve to be tagged in this perhaps‚

[unmakxr]

( HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED JUST EATING A HOT DOG )

( INSTEAD OF )

( THAT )

#text #lime; #ish.

[tms-ebott]

Ask box is open again!

#ask blog #safeutdr #undertale au #utdr au #tms ebott #voyages of the tms ebott #Act 1: What's in a name? #undyne #alphys #toriel #papyrus #sans #shore leave #Triad #plot #ish.

[spockvarietyhour]

Jack, it's me.

#ish. #Stargate SG1 #The Shroud #Daniel Jackson #Michael Shanks #stargateedit #sg1edit #GIF #my gifs #it's not a stargate rewatch rewatch #Hide and Queue

[resolvedbrunette]

Naw cause why i always start writing something even vaguely intimate it's so weird like wtf is "letting the scent of her scalp and skin wash around and into him"

fuck my whole life 😭✊🏽⁉️ lmao

(If you know how to combine polar bear shifter and vampire into a cohesive idea PLEASE contact me idk what the hell to do and i need both this is mostly a shitpost but still)

#shifter romance #ish. #polar bear #shelly laurenston #vampires #shitpost. #ish