#(not rly but just in case)

[sllhouettedreams]

One could say im coping quite well after dark heir

They'd be wrong, of course

#dark heir #dark rise #cs pacat #dark heir spoiler #not rly but just in case #my twitter is full of dakr heir my followers are sick of it #not rly theyre all reading it too #not many have finished so its not like i have anyone to TALK to abt it #ARGH

[lydleaves]

i want to throw up im so disgusting

#lyds post #tw vomit #tw throwing up #tw purge #not rly but just in case

[mulderscully]

the power of moffat and chib ignoring rtd's era so deeply for over ten years that it feels like the return of christ or something now

#dw #anti moffat #anti chibnall #not rly but just in case

[unicyclehippo]

One word prompts, blistering?

her eyes don’t go back to normal, not quite. she knows because when she lays back and tries to sleep, sometimes she ends up staring at the cracks in the ceiling and she sees it. like the lights laudna had told her about, the moonweaver’s ribbons winding across the fabric of the night sky. in their room, there’s no god spilling magic, just the crackle of lightning within her irises that sends lines of light to snake across their ceiling. wispy, tremulous.

her eyes don’t go back to normal, not quite. laudna knows because imogen tells her when she wakes, but also because when they settle in one room the next morning to talk, to recalculate what the fuck they’re going to do, imogen stares at her. she can’t concentrate—raised voices and heightened intent as everyone plans makes her ears buzz, her mind buzz. she curls into a chair far from the others, across the room. tucks her legs up beneath her and leans into the wall. she doesn’t try to pay attention to anything but laudna. always a comfort, and increasingly so.

at first, imogen looks her over for signs of hurt but, finding none, allows herself to simply stare.

her eyes linger on the graceful twist of laudna’s wrist as she speaks. the glimmer of gold when she turns her head, earcuffs catching light. her mended clothes hanging in graceful swoops from thin shoulders, how the deep red lends a faint rose to pale skin. imogen treks every uncovered inch of that skin—still so pale and smooth, despite every day they spent together under an unforgiving sun—imogen had tanned, freckled, and laudna while had oozed sweat under the heat, apologetic, her skin had never shifted a shade.

the tendons in her neck flex, strain, appearing as she snaps at someone—probably chetney—and then sink beneath her skin once more when she calms. it makes imogen think of those sea creatures she’d read about, fin cutting up through the surface of the water as it approaches and dipping away. dangerous creatures, but imogen had always thought them beautiful too. she contents herself with the private thought that the same could be said of laudna.

within a few moments of her staring, laudna says,

‘hm,’ and looks over her shoulder at imogen.

she rouses. lifts her head from where she leans it against the wall. ‘laudna? what is it?’

‘no, nothing.’ she doesn’t believe herself, tone cautious. imogen must make some show of her discomfort because laudna smiles. ‘nothing bad, i should say. were you watching me? just now?’

imogen flushes.

across the room, fearne looks up from her vigorous brushing of mister’s fire fur—he withstands it, nuzzling into her hand at every pass of the brush—and waggles her brows.

heat burns up the back of imogen’s neck, the tips of her ears. ‘i—yes,’ she admits, drops her eyes down to her lap, her twisting fingers.

laudna slips over to join her, sits herself on the arm of imogen’s chair. she doesn’t touch imogen directly but the chill that accompanies her rolls over her, encompasses them both. it is as much comforting, soothing, easing her furious blush, as it is exhilarating, skin prickling, breath catching at the chill.

‘i didn’t mean to embarrass you,’ laudna apologises. ‘only, i thought i could—hm—feel it.’

‘feel it? like, what i was thinking?’

‘no. your eyes.’ laudna crooks a finger then and, quite without warning, touches it beneath imogen’s chin, tilts her face up.

imogen is helpless against the small touch—laudna uses such gentle force but the touch, less than a tap, shivers through imogen’s skin, sinks into her. redoubles, magnifies. the force of it makes her heart stutter and, when laudna’s finger drags slow to the very point of imogen’s chin, she thinks it have might stopped entirely.

laudna tsks, the sound thoughtful, curious. she leans closer, down toward her, so close that her cool breath puffs against imogen’s cheek. imogen holds herself still. stares back at laudna, unmoving, unblinking.

‘it was warm,’ laudna murmurs. the finger beneath her chin lifts, skims up the swell of her cheek to brush beneath one eye.

intent on examining imogen, laudna cannot begrudge it if imogen stares back, entranced; she could help herself into laudna’s mind, could sink into the black pools endlessly and beyond into the depths of her mind. she does not. she searches instead the care and curiosity apparent in laudna’s eyes, searches for anything more, anything that laudna might be willing to show her. all she sees in those obsidian sharp eyes is the reflected shine of her own eyes; all she sees, in those beloved eyes, is her own bared soul, her own exposed desire, and cannot tell for fear and for hope whether it is reflected only, or mirrored.

‘laudna—‘

a flicker, a crack in those black eyes, and laudna pulls away, wrenches her eyes away. she laughs, the sound uncertain, brittle.

‘forgive me,’ she breathes. her hands are shaking as they slide into her hair. ‘i- i don’t know quite what overcame me,’

‘i don’t mind,’ imogen tells her. the moment is broken but she can’t bring herself to speak any louder than a whisper, love keeping her in its chokehold.

laudna swallows. tendons in her neck rising and falling. imogen knows well what the danger is, of being involved, of being in love—knows that laudna being her favourite isn’t just risking her heart but her life, again—so she doesn’t press, doesn’t move. only watches her as she flees back to the table, to the others. laudna must feel the blistering warmth of it again because after a moment, she touches two trembling fingers to her lips, to the searing ghost of a kiss.

#cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #not rly but just in case #tagging my stories #prompt fill #imodna #imodna my beloveds #ooh im shaking them in my hands im kissing them together like dolls in my hands

[waterdeep]

hair mod good hair mod good

#daisy.txt #bg3 spoilers #not rly but just in case

[kanadrawz]

drew them hanging out bc im coping

based on this lol

#cpu miis #wii sports #wii sports resort #tomodachi life #art #digital art #artwork #artists on tumblr #oc x canon #not rly but just in case #they have the lowest ranking on their respective relationship chart and still go to the amusement park at midnight #goals tbh #if they were in a relationship their ship name would be cold soup

[perpetual-blue]

the egghead animation looks sooooo fucking sick i’m hyped

#op #egghead #op spoilers #not rly but just in case #one piece #the dilemma of wanting to catch up but not wanting to catch up #gear 5 luffy #joy boy

[c6jpg]

anyways I've only had sigewinne for a day but if anything happened to her I (and wriothesley and neuvillette) would kill everyone in the room and then myself

#0.txt #genshin spoilers #not rly but just in case

[prettylilpissbaby]

Slight tipsy and just desperate enough to feel so nice...wanna stay like this forever

#omorashi #live hold #intoxication #not rly but just in case #alcohol cw

[housewifebuck]

Unpopular opinion

The love Buck has found with the 118/Eddie does not negate the love he got from Maddie. It seems to me that there is a divide between the forms of love he has received and that if you talk about one then you don't care about the other. You can still appreciate the love Maddie gave him and continues to give him while seeing him find new forms of it with those he has in his found family.

Agree! Found family doesn’t have to replace “real” family!

#asks #anonymous #chaos #not rly but just in case

[anime-ships-all-good]

Zhongli x Azhdaha

Genshin Impact

#rezhong #zhongli #azhdaha #genshin impact #ship #interspecies// #not rly but just in case

[tombfriend]

drew some twitter friends ocs!!! not all of them have tumblr but their twt handles are on the images :]

the first and second characters belong to @deadmaidclub and @heartevent respectively 🌟💘🫶

#eeee this was so fun #blood / #gore / #not rly but just in case #art #illustration #digital art #procreate #Oc art

[mossfeed]

new jumping spider tank is so cute imo

#wasn’t expecting them to make their sling in the plant that was so cute #i still have a lot im gonna add i just didn’t have a hot glue gun so this much was a pain to do #need to buy a glue gun and i’ll finish the bottom #the floor is a grass carpet btw :3 #bugs #not rly but just in case #dear diary #jumping spider

[unicyclehippo]

If you’re still doing imodna prompts - scratch. :)

ashton isn’t the first to notice the way laudna never lets herself alone with FCG but he is the only one who’ll do shit about it, sick to death of interrupting long, sorrowful gazes that have a tendency to slip sidelong into loathing. so when FCG announces that he needs a tune-up, and that joe had reached out with some information on the ruin-delver who brought him into basuras, ashton says,

‘i have some people to visit today, can’t go with you. but there’s no fucking way you’re going alone.’

‘oh!’ FCG brightens, little head tilting, curious. ‘who’re you visitin’?’

‘people. you don’t know ‘em.’

‘well, alright! that’s fantastic, ashton! it’s so important for people to engage socially, and it’s great to see that you’re willing to practice that!’ if it were anyone else, ashton would thump them for insinuating, however correctly, that he’s shit at talking, but FCG’s voice is earnest, bright as his copper plates.

‘they’re right, though,’ orym agrees. ‘you shouldn’t go to joe’s alone.’ he meets ashton’s eyes, lifts his brows.

ashton glances casually at laudna.

‘i was planning on scouting the seat of-‘

‘dis taint?’

orym rolls his eyes. ‘just for that, you’re coming with me,’ he says. imogen just smiles and doesn’t argue.

off to the side - she’s always off the side now, lurking in the periphery of their group the sad, sodden witch - laudna’s liquid black eyes widen, fixed on imogen and orym, waiting for an invitation, some sign that she’s welcome to go with them. ashton would feel bad about the manoeuvring, about maybe distressing laudna, but she’s already distressed. imogen doesn’t look her way—another thing to fix, he wonders, or silently helping his plan? she could have skimmed it off his brain the second it sparked to life, he has no fucking clue how that shit works. still, she says nothing, and ashton speaks in her stead, calls over to their friend,

‘hey laudna!’ she jumps and he fights the urge to soften up. she’s gotta know he’s not scared of her. she’s gotta know she doesn’t have to be scared of them. ‘you good to go with fcg? they’ll all wanna pick him apart on sight, fucking vultures, but you’re scary enough to keep ‘em back, i reckon.’

laudna shrinks back into the little shadow she’s found—or made, maybe, since it’s almost noon and the sun is blazing down direct on their head. ‘i—perhaps chetney,’

‘sure,’ the wolf man agrees. he swallows a yelp when ashton kicks him in the ankle. ‘sure-ly not, is what i meant to say, words got stuck. all this dust, so thirsty.’

‘you’re thirsty?’ fearne widens her eyes over at the old gnome.

chetney fakes a cough. ‘parched. ‘fraid i won’t be any help in this - ah - this heat,’ he tells them all, dramatic bitch, and winces up at the sun, lifting a hand to cover his eyes like he could swoon at any second. ‘i need to lay low. say, in a bar?‘

‘what a good idea,’ fearne agrees breezily. ‘we can drink near the - what are they called? paragon’s call. make some friends,’ she says with a coy smile that has orym on the alert. it’s a total coin toss whether or not she’s picked up on ashton’s plan or whether she’s playing a fun little game of her own.

‘i like it!’ chetney says, dropping his fainting act for his usual suspicious intensity. ‘someone’s gotta get on the level of our -‘ he lowers his voice, scans the crowd, ‘- our enemies. you and me, sneak into one of their bars. keep an ear out for their,’ he spins his chisel masterfully in his palm, sheathed it in a smooth motion, ‘movements.’

‘bowel movements.’

‘sure,’ he shrugs.

‘suspicious movements.’

‘definitely.’

‘and i could do with some milk.’

‘if you want milk, that’s what you get,’ chetney insists, somewhere between smitten and ferocious.

‘anyway,’ ashton drawls. ‘looks like it’s just you and FCG,’ he says, and scratches at his cheek to hide a grin when laudna looks about at everyone like she’s trying to figure out how that happened.

‘of - of course, yes, you certainly shouldn’t go alone. if, if that’s alright with you, of course, fresh cut grass?’

‘sure! it’ll be an adventure!’

#cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #not rly but just in case #tagging my stories #prompt fill #this was actually supposed to be a mainly laudna talking with fcg prompt but I have a meeting alas #maybe I’ll do that next

[waterdeep]

silwen updated hehe

#daisy.txt #bg3 spoilers #not rly but just in case #she's gonna kith shadowheart i think... #unless i change my mind later 😳

[agayconcept]

(belated) birthday adventures ♡

#diary #these were taken on tuesday #anywho #as always my birthday was total shite but i did make sure to go out & treat myself for an hour or two of peace #which was nice i guess #the rest sucked #27 better be a hell of a lot less garbage than 26 #ya hear me universe ??? #me @ my life: *crowley voice* GROW BETTER !!! #my face #food #needles tw #not rly but just in case