#vault finals

[gymfanconfessions]

“BRUHHH...Leanne might actually have a chance to medal in vault finals!! UNDERDOG COMING YOUR WAY

According to gymternets blog”

#gymnastics #confession #leanne wong #2022 worlds #vault finals

[typho-draws]

A I L U R A N T H R O P Y 1 0 1

#art #my art #oc #my ocs #my oc #werecat #werewolf #neon #werewolf oc #werecat oc #horror #wanted to do a fun little dossier thing!!! :-D #took waaay too long but YAAAY finally done #i want to make more dossier style stuff of different thangs too..... looking at my alien raptorid dudes #i need to draw up world building type pieces like mad #everything is stored in my brain like a vault i neeed to draw it all out #also if some of this doesnt make sense....... sorry!!! i think in pictures and writing stuff is hard

[devilart2199-aibi]

Loot 'n' Scoot!! 🏃‍♂️💨

#etho #ethoslab #ethoslab fanart #etho fanart #Ahhhhhh finally!! we get him playing Vault Hunters! >w< #so happy to see more of the hermits playing it! the mod pack just looks fantastic!

[pomarrillo]

*grips u hard on the shoulders* SHAUNNNNNNNN

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #sole survivor #ok finally got around to playing it myself after watching my brother play over his shoulder for like 5 years #the dump #full art #also ik ss with a vault suit at the institute is kinda silly lol but the post consistency......

[clownsuu]

BRO DUSTY IN MOB AU????

It’s Dusty smhhhh

#The amount of asks I got for mob Dusty LMAOO #Finally- someone who is mostly with the family #Even tho they are in the same building #he almost never leaves the vaults (it’s quite cozy in there) #Welcome home #welcome home mob au #welcome home oc #welcome home wally #wally darling #dusty bunny

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Reporter, to Libby: So, how does it feel to be marrying someone so out of your league?

Libby: Well-

Nash, cutting her off: Feels amazin', darlin', thanks

#Idk i just remembered this meme and thought itd fit #the inheritance games #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the hawthorne vault #xander hawthorne #the grandest game #games untold #Lyra kane #Libby grambs #Avery grambs #Max liu #Hamnahs incorrect quotes

[peeweekey]

i visited idiot street and everyone knew your name!

part i, part ii, part iii

a/n: the well awaited end to this fic is here! enjoy :)

synopsis: the three times you friendzoned Alhaitham, and the one he made damn sure you didn't.

tags: alhaitham/reader ; school setting ; valentine's day special ; reader likes sewing, miscommunication

It’s Valentine’s Day, and the most unusual thing to ever happen to you—happens.

A pristine white note falls out of your locker, and you never thought you would see the day. You’d assume, being a workaholic and being relegated to tasks (due to people pleasing tendencies you can’t seem to shake off), that you’d finish off the school year without falling victim to Valentine’s day sickeningly sweet confessions.

Please meet me in the homeroom lab after classes. – H

If it was any other day, you’d assume one of the teachers wrote you this note, and that you were going to be subjected to a ruthless talking-to. Yet, coincidentally, it’s that time of the year, and everyone else is getting notes like these too.

For the fun of it, you still decide to go where the note directs you. Mostly because you’re deathly curious to who this H person is. No expectations, of course.

When the dismissal bell rings, you quickly scramble out of your classroom, pointedly ignoring your friend’s confused call of your name. Leaving your bag and belongings behind. You’ll get back to her later—but now, the curiosity is killing you.

You navigate the sloppily decorated hallways; passing by lovestruck couples and through streamer paper decor of pinks, whites and reds. Cupid balloons and the overwhelmingly sweet scent of roses suffocate your senses.

The homeroom lab is at the end of the hallway, where all the decorations dwindle or are practically deflating with the lack of attention to detail—it irks you slightly, if this is a confession like you suspect, the surroundings could afford to be somewhat romantic. Not this cheap, unenthusiastic mess, it certainly wouldn’t be helping your case.

Your eyes lock onto one heart helium balloon, it drifts aimlessly across the floor—not enough to float up but not completely deflated. You glare at it, like trying to pop it with only your gaze, then to the door.

Steeling yourself, you take a breath then slide it open.

The last person you ever expect to be there, is there too.

“Alhaitham?” you ask, breathless and puzzled.

Was it him that sent you the note?

You shake that thought away, although you got your hopes up the tiniest bit, it’s probably unrelated to anything hearts themed. You’re pretty sure he’s been actively avoiding people confessing to him today. Maybe that’s why he hid in here, you muse.

“It’s me, yes,” he nods. “I assume you read my note?”

You laugh, shutting the homeroom lab door unceremoniously behind you. “That was you? Dude, you could’ve just told me, what’s with all the secrecy?”

“There’s something that I need to discuss with you.”

“Discuss with me,” you repeat, walking over to lean against the working table. Which, thank heavens, is pristinely clean. “Am I in trouble?”

“No,” he responds and you hum in faux relief. “Though there is something else.”

Alhaitham produces a sleek black chocolate box from seemingly nowhere—or maybe you hadn't seen him hold it—and holds it out to you.

“Sweet!” you grin, snatching the chocolates and examining the box. “This is some really good chocolate, Haitham. Who gave you this one?”

“No one,” he says. Alhaitham picks at his black painted nails—ones that you yourself painted a few weeks ago in his apartment. The polish is immaculate, almost looking freshly painted if it weren’t for the new nail growth starting underneath. “Those are completely from me, for you.”

You double take, taking a long lingering look at the gift. On the smack middle of the box, is the same type of note from earlier in your locker, but this has your name written in elegant cursive:

Happy Valentines. It writes, and you feel strange tingles travel down your spine. Not entirely unpleasant.

“You shouldn’t have,” your eyes widen. “I didn’t get anything for you, I never thought we were getting each other friendship chocolates!”

There’s a lengthy pause before you hear any reaction from him. Alhaitham makes a strangled noise from deep in his throat. “Friendship chocolates?”

He stresses your name, while massaging his temples. “...I wrote you that note, I waited in here for you and have the audacity to think what I gave you are friendship chocolates. Does that sound logical to you?”

“Of course,” you snort, putting down the chocolates to rest on the low table. “The only other reason I can think of would be because you like me, which I doubt—”

His lips flatten in unamusement. “So what if I do?”

“Wait, what?”

He inhales deeply, and you swear you see the slightest hints of pink on his ears that peek from underneath silver hair. The silence now is absolutely deafening, and the anticipation even more so. To you, the knowledge of his bashfulness makes the situation feel all the more real.

Alhaitham utters your name softly, like he’s pleading you to understand so that he needn’t repeat himself. Which he never does, the damn prideful man.

You’d make a teasing remark if you weren’t so frozen with nerves, the sound of your name from his lips is causing ticklish shivers up your spine. It sounds so intimate when he says it.

Like a secret, even. Although Alhaitham might be the most self-preserving and unambitious person you know, when it comes to the things that matter to him—he takes initiative right away.

“So you like me–” you breathe, the button up collar of your shirt feels all too tight all of a sudden, you tangle your fingers together and squeeze tightly. “Like, like like me?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” he sighs, low and long-suffering. “For three whole years.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your eyes widen and you feel a low simmering heat spreading all over, even till your fingertips. You recall all the other times, past Valentine's days and recounting his strange behavior. All the dots start to connect together and you wonder how you never noticed. “What the hell.”

“So that one time last year when you were offering me your button—” you gasp. You remember, it’s a stupid highschool tradition, a boy would offer the second button of his uniform to a girl if he liked her. It’s the closest to the heart, but to you, it’s a thoughtless way to ruin perfectly good clothing. “Haitham, did you ask Kaveh for advice or something?”

“Matters like these are irrelevant to argue with him about,” he scoffs. Alhaitham folds his arms across his chest. “He ran off and came to the conclusion himself. Ever since then, he’s been bothering me with trying all types of confession tradition.”

Laughter starts to bubble out of you, disbelieving and flustered to the maximum level. “Dude, I basically friendzoned you and had no idea! You should’ve told me.”

His shoulders stiffen and he gives you such a disarmingly attractive look. And if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks the teensiest bit hopeful too. Right now, you feel like your heart is beating right out of your goddamn chest. The sound is so loud, the quickening thumping sound of your chest that you swear he might hear it too.

“...I see that now,” he says, his expression is exasperated—but so unbelievably soft. You feel yourself melting like butter under his gaze. “Though I am disappointed in your lacking ability to identify context clues.”

“Oh whatever,” you bump your shoulder against his, though you don’t move back away. The warmth of him is all consuming and comforting as hell, you could burrow yourself in him and never resurface, you think. He accepts your closeness with a strong arm wrapping behind you to hold you by the hand. Your stomach does somersaults in your stomach. “It’s all your fault. You’re an idiot for not telling it to me straight.”

“Does that mean you reciprocate?” he murmurs, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

You pull back enough to take the box of chocolates, opening it and popping one in your mouth. “This chocolate is pretty good. Guess I’ll have to let you stick around for more.”

I like you too.

He nuzzles into you, leaving a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “I guess you do, don’t you?”

#alhaitham genshin #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #genshin impact #x reader #complete!! #finally #key's-vault #genshin

[tsuchinokoroyale]

If nautical nonsense be something you wish 🎶

#my quest to find a tub big enough to fit at least most of me comfortably has finally borne fruit 🙏 #I just think we as a society need more bathtubs designed to accommodate hot girl baths instead of like just bathing kids #please ignore all the schmutz in the bath I had to jump in a lake to help my friend when his kayak flipped over #damn lake gunk got all up in my hair and didn’t want to come out in the shower I guess 😒 #gpoy #gpoyb #I took more pics ft. my ass but they didn’t fit the theme so they’re going str8 into the vault for now…

[irl-magicalgirl]

Finn being ~30 now and STILL locking his grief and other trauma "in the vault" just like when he was 12-18...

#HE BETTER!!!! FINALLY!!! HAVE HIS VAULT OPENEEEEED 😭😭😭😭 #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #adventure time #magical posting

[oyoshi-art]

Pov: you are edmont fortemps and your son has been gesturing wildly and talking about the warrior of light's splendid bulging muscles for 4 hours

Hey haurchefant lovers how we feelin tonight!!!

#i did the vault recently....why!!!! #also his jp dialogue is muah chef kiss!!!! #hes so weird i love him #hes literally a freak hes perfect #sketch #my art #ffxiv #haurchefant #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14

[theminecraftbee]

man. genuinely actually. they fought through every phase of the herald. they had to claw their way through every challenge the gods could throw at them. through wendarr, and the challenge of speed. through velara, and the challenge of the horde. through tenos, and the challenge of rarity. and through idona, and the challenge of damage.

and in the end, the ones left standing are the ones who have been here since the beginning.

you start to wonder if the gods play favorites too, see.

#hermitcraft vault hunters #GG EVERYONE. WHAT A FINALE. #(also to be fair in stress and iskall’s case it probably is ALSO that they’ve done it before that fight is ROUGH on your first few tries) #(but in FALSE’S case… I really do think the gods play favorites.)

[sophiesonlinediary]

this isnt funny anymore

maybe its just a coincidence or it has another meaning

#sophie's diary entry #the inheritance games #the final gambit #the grandest game #the hawthorne legacy #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #the hawthorne vault #grayson hawthorne #lyra kane

[livingonthesands]

0.70

[ <<prev ] [ first ] [ next>> ]

patreon - kofi - etsy

#IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY BE DRAWIN LUG #michael #Lug #ghoul #fallout #fallout comic #fallout fanart #living on the sands #one heck of a party #fallout fancomic #fanfiction #post apocalyptic #vault tec #wasteland

[brother-emperors]

CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS

this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.

Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson

#this is one from the vaults I started a few months ago and finally finished. it’s always the furniture details that put things on hold lmao #the former co consuls are fightinggggg (?) #rome is built on top of other people. this is about both the imperialism-slavery machine and the way that all these guys would #politically devour their own generation to sit on a throne. etc. anyway. octavian specifically sits on a throne of other people’s #accomplishments. that’s a specific kind of debt to carry around your neck. or theft depending on who is doing what #this was theft. anything involving Agrippa was a gift so there’s an obligation to succeed which is it’s own kind of currency so to speak #sugghrhfh. every crassus always has to be like this. in my heart i always root for whoever decides to go up against rome #and then i'm stuck with the guy who should've got a spolia opima like. congrats on your win. i guess. i think. RIP. #ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT. while im talking about this crassus. domina fucking sucks. what an absolute clusterfuck of a show #anyway. if anyone ever does augustan age politics again. octavia would be a great character if you want to invent shit #but also more importantly octavian should seduce crassus for this. thank you. #octavian #marcus licinius crassus.....christ how do i write down that he's the grandson of my crassus. i'll figure it out later #roman empire tag #drawing tag

[gergthecat]

Hot take, but some of y’all don’t know what goth means. Libby doesn’t wear nude lipgloss and white crop tops; she wears heavy black eyeliner and dark lipstick, and platform knee high boots with buckles.

This is NOT what Libby looks like

This IS what Libby looks like

Normally, I wouldn’t be this picky about the representation of a book character, but as someone who’s be made fun of A LOT for having an alt style, it hurts to see that what is a coping system for many people (not saying it is for her, but it doesn’t seem far fetched); fashion, is being diluted to make her more digestible. When Libby changes her image to please Alisa, she dyes her hair AND drastically changes her fashion, and that is what I feel is happening here. Again, normally, I wouldn’t care, but being goth is such an important part of her character, and it’s so common for alternative or “weird” traits/characters to be adapted so people are able to see someone they relate to. Alt characters are frequently changed or dumbed down to niche one trait (for Libby, it’s often her hair/liking black) so instead of having interests that are weird and creepy, they are just quirky and different while still being societally acceptable. She IS weird and she IS creepy. That’s not an insult.

You don’t have to agree with me but I ask that you at least consider it.

#gergthecattalks #the inheritance games series #the inheritance games #the hawthorne vault #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #games untold #libby grambs #Libby grambs is goth #not just a girl with blue hair

[the-inheritance-games]

I updated the side by side, and I flipped savannah, the queen of diamonds, so she staring down her man, the ace of diamonds!!!!

AAAHAHAHH

ngl I knew savannah was gonna be next, this is the Grayson siblings book, and I KNOW that Grayson is gonna have an aneurysm trying to fend off rohan and slate to stay away from his sisters 😭

#rohan #gigi grayson #lyra kane #savannah grayson #grayson hawthorne #the grandest game #the inheritance games #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne vault #the hawthorne brothers