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#do-the-lo-down
ghosts-cyphera · 1 month
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hi my darlings <3
it makes me sad to post this, but I think it's time for me to delete my blog. it was amazing to be here with you all, and I'm forever grateful for all the love you sent my way. I just don't see myself getting back into CoD, and sadly my blog has become a source of stress for me rather than happiness. it's not because of any of you—if anything, I doubt I'd be here today if it wasn't for so very many of you. please know that your love and support made a difference.
if you want to save any of my fics for future reading, please go ahead !! I only ask you to keep them for personal use, and to not repost them, even with credit.
I love you all and wish you nothing but the best. 💗
with tons and tons and tons of love, lo 💕
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genericpuff · 6 months
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Lore Olympus will be officially ending in 2024.
While this is vague both in Rachel's responses (as always) and the actual specific timeline, considering this is the final 'arc' and most of Rachel's arcs rarely go any longer than 12-15 episodes, I have the sneaking suspicion she's going to try to wrap this up by March/April. That's just a prediction, mind you, it could just as well go on throughout the entire year of 2024.
That said, it's wild to see it finally confirmed, like a weight has finally been lifted of our shoulders. Many of us have been speculating on it for a while now that LO would undoubtedly get dragged out as it's Webtoon's golden goose and clearly Rachel's lifeline to the industry.
Lore Olympus has been a part of my life since 2019, and an even larger part of it in the last year and a half when I joined the critical community. It's going to be weird to live in a world where LO just doesn't update.
Of course, as mentioned in the article, there's still the matter of the physical books which are still FAR behind the webtoon version, and the TV show which they swear is still happening (but we all know it's not happening lmao).
So I don't think this will be the end of WT milking it for all its worth, but I am interested to see what happens to WT when they don't have their golden goose on a leash and chain anymore. They've sunk so much money and priority ad space into LO that even other Originals creators can't stand the comic due to how much its undercut their own opportunities. I'm hoping this will be a wake-up call to WT to give more attention to their series that are struggling and deserve to be seen, rather than focus all of their attention into one series that's barely got a pulse to speak of.
Of course, I'm sure people are wondering, "What about the fandom communities? What about antiLO/ULO?"
Listen, this isn't the first fandom I've taken part in, though it's certainly the one I've been the most directly active in with the essays I write and the stuff I do through Rekindled.
But if being in fandoms has taught me anything, it's that it doesn't matter how long a series has been gone. If there are people who still love it - or love to hate it - taking part in discussion, that discussion will continue to thrive. A series existing in hindsight is just as much a reason for participation as an active series existing in the present day. If anything, a series falling into the realm of 'hindsight' can give us the room we need to sit and reflect on what the series actually did, and what we were left with in the end. It's never stopped the folks who still talk about long-ago-completed series like The Office, House M.D., and Avatar: The Last Airbender.
So if you're new to the LO critical community, or asking yourself if it's still going to be "worth it" to take part in the fandom after LO is done - it's as worth it as you make it. There will always be something worth discussing in this fandom if we're wanting to discuss it.
As for me, well... I'm just getting started.
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fakegamercomics · 5 months
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ope i have recorded seven demos and have outlined a twenty song concept album x.x lolol
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Fred shakin' like a bowl of Jell-O™
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sword-opera · 5 months
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i wasn't expecting that last WIP to get so much attention aaaa
have a slightly more updated version (still not done!) bc i was gonna trash this piece bc im punching way above my current skill level and its TOUGH but all of the nice comments on the last one motivated me to pick it up again and keep swinging at it ^^/
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perereiii · 5 months
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never let these two meet (unless you’re playing with their png’s like barbie’s)
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hanna-cookie · 1 year
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Silly ideas for the cod mw2 guys x male reader for y'all to write (part 1 i guess)
cod mw2 x male reader who looks super mean/scary when he has his "resting bitch face" but when he smiles...
He looks like an angel.
And than he has the cute little dimples on his cheek when he smiles, he looks so sweet and nice/kind when he does it 😘
What would they react? (You can add Los vaqueros with tf 141 as well if you would like! <3)
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stereax · 12 days
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hi why is the pp automatic again once we REMOVED THE INJURED PLAYER AND PUT DAWSON MERCER THERE INSTEAD
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grumbot · 2 months
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my kakavege playlist.. you guys should totally follow it 😮😮
song list under cut
IN ORDER
Bottom - McCafferty
Under My Skin - Jukebox The Ghost
Cancelled - Born Without Bones
Soft Fuzzy Man - Lemon Demon
Harvey - Alex G
Love Song - IDLES
Absence - Rio Romeo
Soldier Side - System Of A Down
So Alright, Cool, Whatever - The Happy Fits
Glue - P.H.F.
Romance Is Boring - Los Campesinos!
Worn / Wander - Vundabar
Magenta Mountain - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard
The Last Oasis - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard
PUPPET - Tyler, The Creator
Tentative - System Of A Down
Duvet - bôa
Flightless Bird - Roar
Snowblinded - Kill Hannah
It's Only Sex - Car Seat Headrest
Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives
Stay - Buddha Trixie
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oocmadagascar · 3 months
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I'm not done posting my silly little clips btw I'm just taking a littol bittol bit of a break rn
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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months
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No questions or comments, jus wanted to say that I love your pornstar ghost! Plz don't ever stop writing <33
this is one hundred percent one of those comments that I’m tempted to print out and keep for the rest of my wee life because 💕🥹 aah, thank you !!
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genericpuff · 1 month
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i have nothing to say about the newest episodes of LO
so I'll let past me from the year 2022 say it instead
because everything they said a year and a half ago ironically still applies today and i don't even know how that's possible but it's where we are 💀😭
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likesunsetorange · 3 months
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https://x.com/llumi_ii/status/1749483411385827672?s=46&t=6gibj1UxMbLn0YGDvwIicw
OUR PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED
bodyguard au drabble # 3
OMG YES I SAW!!!! that’s literally so her i love it so much this mirror palais collection is so bodyguard au mikasa!!! and lia really blesses us with mikasa in the cutest outfits, i always look forward to her art when she posts 😭🩷
i'm sorry this took so long to reply to but i really wanted to write something for this, so i hope you enjoy!!! :)
also slight nsfw warning? lol!
While they weren’t necessarily sharing a mutual dislike for one another anymore, they weren’t necessarily friends either. But Eren also wouldn’t say they weren’t not friends either—it was complicated, but it wasn’t—he was her bodyguard whom she happened to live with, but there was something a bit more there—or at least he thought.
In the weeks since they had come to a truce of the sorts, they had developed a routine of the sorts. He would accompany her on her daily errands (as he was supposed to), but she welcomed his company rather than Mikasa feeling as if Eren was an unwanted presence. It was almost as if they were spending time together rather than Eren doing his job. Even when she spent hours trying on clothes, or trying to choose between (what Eren deemed was the same) lace ribbons, he found himself with the faintest hint of a smile on his face. Once they were back at her house, they would disperse amongst themselves until later in the evening when they would often cook together or watch whatever movie Mikasa picked for them.
The peace within the house was nice, and he found himself appreciating the little things a bit more. When she wasn’t busy throwing insults at him or criticizing every little thing he did, she was actually quite sweet. It was ironic to Eren how a lot of her personality was reminiscent of that first initial encounter—before she drugged him—leading Eren to believe maybe all of it hadn't been as much of an act as he had initially thought.
Today, much like any other day, after a day of various errands and a shower, Eren found himself preoccupied in the kitchen, but rather than cooking dinner like he usually would, he made himself a bowl of cereal, much to what he would assume would be Mikasa’s displeasure. Mikasa had him running around the entirety of the city, somehow managing to go through multiple burroughs (which he didn't even think was possible in NYC) for all of her menial errands, and he couldn't be bothered to make anything, so cereal would have to do.
He had made it through his second bowl of cereal when he heard Mikasa's voice on the phone, approaching. Her figure came into view, her hair damp and clinging to her back and her bangs pinned out of her face with little heart clips. She was wearing one of the many pair of pajamas she owned, today, these ones pink with little red hearts.
There weren't many things Eren allowed himself to indulge in when it came to Mikasa—he tried to keep those thoughts few and far between. But there was one thing that would plague his mind from time to time, no matter how hard he tried. It came in bouts of small moments when he was reminded that at the end of the day, he was a man living with an objectively attractive female who paid no mind to his presence, prancing around her house like she still lived alone.
It came in the form of Mikasa and her abundance of exquisitely crafted satin and silk pajamas—something that to the normal person, was seemingly harmless. Initially, it was. Eren found himself a bit endeared by her seemingly neverending collection, almost looking forward to which pair she'd wear every night—some patterned, some solid, some adorned with little embellishments or details of different fabrics.
But then, for reasons unbeknownst to him, the seemingly cute matching button-up shirts and pants turned into tiny shorts and slip shirts. So the thoughts that Eren tried not to allow cross his mind, ran rampant. When her clothes highlighted the curves of her body, accentuating every dip and crevice, leaving little to his imagination, and the dusking of her nipples against the smooth satin (since Mikasa refused to turn off the AC despite always being cold), it was hard for Eren to think anything but unholy things.
His mind ventured to places of how her skin would feel against his, if her sweet demeanor was applicable elsewhere, and if her smart mouth was good for other things too. And surely Mikasa, who at one point Eren had been sure was Satan incarnate, wasn't all that innocent either—with her sultry looks and sly touches—which only fueled his thoughts further. But Eren allowed these to only exist in his brain in brief glimpses, and would quickly tuck them back into the deepest crevices of his brain where they belonged—for the sake of his sanity and his pride. He would resume his gaze from her very nicely crafted body to her equally pretty face, pretending that he hadn't just imagined multiple ways he wanted to fuck her.
When Mikasa's gaze finally met Eren's he made it a point to keep his eyes on her face, which is exactly how he noticed her face turn from her usual blank expression to a pout as she hung up the phone to whoever she was talking to.
"Are you... eating cereal?" She asked as she walked toward him.
Eren raised a brow quizzically, "Yes, is that an issue?"
"Oh," she huffed, her pout only intensifiying. "Well, what am I gonna eat? You already ate—we normally make something together."
Eren shrugged nonchalantly, knowing she could order takeout like usual when she didn't feel like making something. But it was obvious what the actual problem was—Eren was a bit too oblivious to realize—she just wanted to spend time with Eren.
Eren knew he would probably make her something, always giving in to her, but now that they were a bit more amicable, he enjoyed his fair share of riling her up to compensate for the months of borderline verbal abuse she put him through.
"Last time I checked, I was your bodyguard, not your personal chef," he replied blankly, but the faintest hint of a smile gave way to his teasing.
"You know, sometimes I think I liked it better when you didn't talk to me," her voice dripping with the attitude that Eren had been accustomed to at one point. She glared at him as she walked past him towads the fridge, Eren stopping her before she could make it all the way.
He tugged lightly on the bottom of her shirt, Mikasa swatting as his hand in response. "Mikasa, I was kidding. What did you want?"
"I don't want anything—I can make it myself," she responded, crossing her arms. She glared down at where he sat on her bar stool, Eren trying to maintain his gaze at her face and not her body, which he was at eye level with. He found himself particularly enamored with these little heart pajamas—finding them endearing, but also for the little slivers of skin they showed—but not only could he give Mikasa the satisfaction in knowing that, he couldn't allow it for his own pride.
"Why are you like this? You're a brat sometimes, you know that?"
"And you're annoying," she bit back, but despite her snarky remarks, she seemingly admit defeat, taking a seat, nonetheless.
Eren released a pained sigh as he stood up, knowing he only contributed to her behavior, being the one to constantly indulge in her. He took off his sweatshirt, leaving him in just his t-shirt , not wanting to get it dirty. He almost threw it into the chair before he had half the mind to shove it over Mikasa's head, Mikasa face shocked as he helped her put it on (not bothering to care whether she had wanted to or not), his sweatshirt almost swallowing her tiny frame whole.
"Here, I can see you shivering," he said dully, though he knew it was only an excuse for his own sanity's sake.
"Oh, thanks," she replied, her cheeks flushing the tiniest tinge of pink. "And thanks for making me something to eat, Eren," she added a few moments later as Eren turned on the stove.
"Yea, yea. It's my job, right?" A smile on his face as he rolled his eyes playfully.
And as he sat there a while later, watching Mikasa happily eat the grilled cheese he made her, a smile on her face, while adorned in one of his random sweatshirts, he realized he had royally fucked himself. If he thought seeing her in her clothes did something to him, seeing her in his clothes—combined with her long inky hair splayed across her shoulders, a rare sight to see; the same doe-eyed face that had got him that night just months ago; and her rare but sickeningly sweet personality, that made his heart do a double take—was only so much worse.
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softquietsteadylove · 7 months
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Thena and Gilgamesh at beach party, you choose the AU
"Princess?"
Gil chuckled into his beer bottle. He looked over his shoulder, although Thena stepped over the log he was sitting on of her own volition anyway. "You takin' my lines, now?"
Thena settled herself on the log in front of his small little beach fire. She looked behind them, at the main - huge and roaring - bonfire most of the party was seated around. "Not a marshmallow person?"
He snorted, setting down his beer to give her ladyship his undivided attention. "Do I look like a marshmallow guy?"
"Hm," she smirked at him and his little challenge, resting her chin in her palm, "you are surprisingly soft on the inside."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetheart," Gil balked at the suggestion that he was soft. He gave her his meanest look, "I give you my sweater one time, which I want back, by the way!"
Thena raised her brows at him and then looked down at that exact hoodie she was currently wearing over her sweater dress.
"Doesn't make me soft," he scoffed freely. He gave her a curious look, the fire in front of them offering a soft glow while the larger fire behind them illuminated the back of him. "So, what are you doing here anyway?"
Thena tugged her skirt over her knees, "well, Sersi wanted to come and see Dane."
"Oh," Gil gave her that stupid smug smile, "that so?"
"It is," she huffed, holding her chin high. "I let her loose into the gaggle of people over there, just so long as she doesn't reek of alcohol when I take her home."
Gil nodded, sitting up a little straighter. "And you decided to keep me company?--I'm honoured."
"Okay," Thena scoffed, pulling the hoodie around her tighter. "Get over yourself, please, for the sake of your own dignity. I don't want to be over there any more than you do."
"No, really?" Gil gasped loudly, leaning into her personal space. "Her Highness doesn't like a bunch of drunk idiots trying to convince her go skinny dipping?"
"Don't forget that they stink of cheap beer," she pointed out, even indulging in a laugh that drifted up into the air like the tiny fire's smoke. She looked at him, "what about you?"
"What about me?" Gil repeated, still not having picked up his beer since she sat down.
Thena peeked behind them again, "even if they're not your favourite people in the world, there is at least free food and beer over there."
Gil leaned back only slightly, looking up at the stars. "I mean, I mostly came because I like the beach at night anyway. I looked at what they had over there but there's nothing really good. Me and my six pack are just fine over here."
Thena tilted her head at him, her hair slipping over her shoulder. "You're much more popular than you think, given your willingness to deny the public your mysterious charms."
Gil grinned at her, "you think I'm charming?"
She froze, blinking at him, just for a second. Then she looked back at the fire, clearing her throat, "it is a figure of speech, actually. I can explain it to you, if you like."
Gil didn't mind her prickly response. If anything, he seemed excited by it. "Will you wear a sexy teacher outfit?"
"Are alcohol and sex truly the only interests you have room for in that head of yours?"
"As a matter of fact, no," he countered proudly, leaning into her space again. He even slid over closer again, this time meeting her hip with his. "I have a more recent interest I'm pursuing."
Thena shivered, although it was a funny contrast of feelings. She wasn't any colder--maybe half of her felt chilly, in comparison with the half Gil was leaning against now.
"What about you, Thena?" he asked in that softer voice he could have sometimes. "Any...interests?"
She wasn't entirely sure what he was asking, but it didn't seem like something she wanted to answer entirely honestly. She cleared her throat again. "If I do have interests, what exactly makes them your business?"
"I guess nothing," he shrugged, and the movement that left a gap between their shoulders let in the cold again. "Just asking."
Thena looked at the fire again, rendered quiet by the whirlwind of conversation, in addition to its rather abrupt end.
"Just that if you were interested in any-" Gil shimmied his shoulders, jostling her faintly, "thing...then you should follow through."
She fidgeted, left with the distinct impression that she both didn't know what he meant and knew exactly what he meant. She shifted on the log, his hoodie tucked under her posterior. "You think so?"
Gil looked at her, and despite his lazy kind of facial expression, his eyes were warm and intense, like they always were. He tucked some hair out of her view and behind her ear. "Yeah, I do. You're too kick-ass not to pursue anything you want, Thena."
She blushed. Her eyes drifted back down to the fire, unable to bear the weight of his undivided attention. She toyed with the strings of the hood. "Can I...hold onto this?--just for tonight!"
Gil chuckled, finally picking up his beer again, although it was further away than even he had thought it would be. He groaned as he stretched for it, "tell you what, Princess. You keep it for as long as you need. And when you have anything you wanna tell me - or ask me - then you can bring it back."
"Well," she squirmed, but Gil stood and dusted his butt off (from which she averted her eyes).
"Not that I'm not enjoying this," Gil chuckled, "but I think Sersi might need to be rescued."
"Oh?" Thena stood as well, looking over at where Sersi was being her ever popular self. "I thought she would have found Dane by now."
"Dane's not here, Thena."
"What?" she turned, but Gil had that look on his face that told her that he had known that this whole time.
"He's on house arrest since he was late getting home from that party last weekend," he smirked, tossing his now empty beer to the sand at their feet. Of course he would say 'house arrest' instead of calling it being grounded. "And he told me that he told Sersi that already."
"Wh-" Thena bit her tongue. It had been she who had suggested to Sersi that perhaps Dane would be at this little gathering. And now both Sersi and Gil had let her walk right into an ensnarement. "You-!"
"I'm flattered you wanted to come see me though," he grinned right in her face, showing off his teeth as the v-neck of his t-shirt billowed in the wind.
"That is not-!" Thena smacked him on the chest (which was unpleasantly hard). "I came to return your sweater! Although, since you said I could keep it, then I suppose I'll be off!"
Thena wasted no time in stepping over the log and back towards the crowd. If she looked back, Gilgamesh would just be wearing that stupid smug smirk of his. He thought he looked so good doing that. "Sersi!"
"Thena!" her younger sister jumped, startled by her war cry. She stood, unminding of the boys on either side of her.
"Come on," Thena grumbled, grabbing her by the hand and not even pausing in her step for Sersi to arrange her willow legs under her. She wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. "We're going home."
"But," Sersi sputtered, barely able to toss away the beer she wasn't allowed to have. "You still have-"
"I know I still have it, let's go!"
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isa-ah · 8 months
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what a fucking awful experience
#the cop outright lied on the phone about why my ID was confiscated and almost charged me another $40 for a new one#she called me sir when i sat down then realized i was there bc my male ID got taken away and she started using she#but she would drop her voice every time she misgendered me so my phone sitting on the counter recording couldnt hear her do it#there was a full lobby when i got there and they held me until literally everyone else had been cleared out#and then every cop at every desk came over and stood Around Me while i sat at her desk waiting. and waiting. and waiting.#it was just. nasty.blikr they were putting me in a situation to goad me into arguing#why else would they hsve taken up that posture Around Me. and made me wait for 30+ minutes for a supervisor#even fucking worse i wasnt the only one there getting harassed#the last other person they saw was this like 20yo dude who had the tall gangly thing going on#and 2 of the 40smtn cops were going back and forth hooting and carrying on about how skinny and hot he was#and the dude was so fucking uncomfortable it was palpable. lo came in as he left snd said his face was pale and upset#and thank fucking christ lo came in bc otherwise it would have just been my stupid tranny ass sititng there with a ring of cops around me#i get my female ID soon so we can finally get our fucking passports together at least#god. nightmare. nightmare that was awful#my mil bought me tacos on the way home and theyre in fucking flour tortillas i want to DIE
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elegyofthemoon · 1 year
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(shows up a month or so later) ✨
i shouldnt have been surprised that kagetsu won the poll ALSKDJF as soon as i saw the first votes i was like "ohhh no"
so ANYWAYS kagetsu !! and a few other doots ive done of him i wanted to show :)
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