send me a type of die (d4, d6, d8, etc) and I'll roll that type of die and write a snippet based off the corresponding song in my liked songs
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$LAYYYTER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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oozey mess
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Cosimo Galluzzi
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@theartofmadeline
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Three Goblin Art
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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send me a type of die (d4, d6, d8, etc) and I'll roll that type of die and write a snippet based off the corresponding song in my liked songs
d6
Holding a tiny green creature in his arms, Pok can only stare down in wonder. The baby yawns, stretches his tiny fists out, flicks an absurdly large, soft ear, and half-opens his huge, dark eyes. Pok offers his fingertip as the fists curl back towards his child- his child!- and Riz latches on immediately, bringing Pok's hand to his mouth to drool on.
The joy welling in Pok's chest grows too large to contain and he angles his body towards his wife, even as he refuses to tear his gaze away from his son. "Sklonda. Sklonda, I think he likes me."
"Of course he does, Pok." He can hear the smile in her voice. In his peripheral she reaches for him and he sits next to her, careful not to disturb Riz as he sinks into the bed.
He leans into Sklonda's arm when she wraps it around his shoulder and rests his head on hers. Her head on his shoulder is a familiar, comforting weight. Riz's tiny body in his arms is unfamiliar, but no less incredible for it. He already has hair, downy and dark and just as perfect as the rest of him. He has another mission in a few weeks but for now he's just here, with his family. His son.
Pok shifts closer to Sklonda. Her striking yellow eyes blink open, as captivating as they were when they first met. The corners of his mouth pull up into what he knows is a dopey grin. "Go back to sleep, love. I've got you."
Sklonda smiles back even as her eyes flutter closed. "Sing something?"
Pok humms, pretending to think it over, as if he didn't start hunting down goblin lullabies months ago. Sklonda snuggles closer as he begins to sing. "If you are caught on the mountaintop, I will be there, I will protect you. If you are carried off by a roc, I will find you, I will bring you home. If a landslide threatens to knock you down, I will be there, I will protect you. If you are trapped underneath of a cave-in, I will lift the mountain off you, I will bring you home."
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song: father to a son by green day
you're a lighthouse in a storm
from the day that you were born
a promise, father to a son
anyways i just love the way kpop demon hunters stayed true to its roots in korean/asian culture, especially around the core theme of community vs individualism
the fact that it's not a single chosen one but a group of three
the fact that the honmoon is not powered by the hunters themselves but by the energy and love of the fans
the fact that gwi-ma turns people into demons by promising that he is the only one who can help them when he is in fact reliant on his army of demons to collect souls for him
the fact that "your idol" is about surrendering yourself to a single higher power while "golden" is about soaring to new heights together
the fact that gwi-ma preys on people's individual insecurities and shame to get inside their heads while rumi, mira, and zoey set them free in the end by encouraging them to embrace their differences and reminding them that they're not alone
the fact that you can see the audience cheering individually and even pushing into each other to get closer to the stage during "your idol"
while they're linking arms and cheering together and hugging during "what it feels like"
i have not seen the live action lilo and stitch but it feels like that movie sits on the opposite end of the spectrum from kpop demon hunters as a case study for how to tell a story in way that is culturally authentic and still resonates with a broader audience
and i think given that the core theme of the movie is all about community over individualism, the ending, particularly as it relates to rumi and jinu's budding romance, is really the perfect culmination of that broader theme
rumi and jinu's connection has all the hallmarks of that all-encompassing, all-consuming, borderline co-dependent first love where you keep your relationship a secret and sneak out of the house to meet up and feel like the other person is the ONLY person who really gets you
i'm the only one who can understand you, i'm the only one who will love you is the kind of thing that sounds romantic when you're 16 until you get older and realize how toxic it actually is and i love that the movie counters that in "what it sounds like" with rumi realizing that she had that love and support all along from her girls, and later, from the fans who continue to cheer them on through their comeback
it's about connection and sisterhood and love and sharing your fears and lifting each other up and becoming stronger and better together
and as compelling as i found rumi/jinu and as much as i would like to see their relationship explored more in a sequel/series, i just really love that this movie, which is clearly targeted at young women, ends on the message that romantic love is not the end all be all, that friendship is just as important if not more so than a romantic partner, that single women can lead successful, fulfilling lives, that true happiness and freedom start from within
it's crazy that this message still seems revolutionary in 2025 but given the current state of the world, it feels more necessary than ever
predictably she was my favorite
d20
It never could've lasted, he supposes. Their goals are fundamentally misaligned, drawing them inexorably away from each other. From the very moment they met, they were doomed.
Funny how that doesn't make it hurt any less.
Rogier blinks the spots out of his vision just in time to dodge to the side. In the next moment he's got a spell off, three blue blades glowing above his head.
Darian pulls up short just outside the trigger range, audibly seething. "You lied to me."
"Not lied, exactly." Rogier edges backward. If he's careful... "I just... avoided subjects that might lead to conflict."
Darian steps forward decisively, once again at the edge of his trigger range. Rats. "You told me we could work together."
"Haven't we?" Rogier defends. "We've both benefitted from our relationship."
Darian shakes his head. "How long have you been working with her, Rogier? Was all of it a lie?"
Rogier almost drops his spell. "Of course not! Mine and Fia's goals simply happen to be temporarily aligned. I'm doing her a favor, that's it."
"How can I believe that? How can I trust you if you don't tell me the truth?"
Rogier stiffens at the anguish in Darian- in D's voice. Drops his own voice into something low and cold. "Maybe you shouldn't."
Dari- D recoils. It's a small advantage, but Rogier is lighter and faster, with no heavy armor to slow him. He's off like a shot, towards the forest where he can disappear in moments, avoiding marionette soldiers and giant crayfish and his now-ex-lover alike.
Dar- D splashes after him, slower and louder, falling behind. "Rogier! Rogier, come back here!"
Rogier has never been good at listening. He keeps going till the sound of splashing fades behind him, till he hits land, till he's far enough into the forest to pull himself up into a tree, find a sturdy branch, and call it his bed for the next few hours.
It's fine. He was fine traveling on his own before he met Dari-D, and he'll be fine now. D will be fine too- probably better off with no spellsword dragging him into trouble he didn't ask for. Or maybe he'll find a new companion. Someone cooperative and perfectly lovely who's just as sickeningly devoted to the Golden Order as he is and they'll live happily ever after hunting down Those Who Live In Death and weeding deathroot without ever asking questions about why or whether Those Who Live In Death really deserve it. Surely he'll be happier like that.
And Rogier, of course, will be happier not tied down to anyone. He'll go back to his itinerate lifestyle, drifting from place to place and bed to bed with nary a care for the consequences of his actions. It'll be better for both Dar- just D, not Darian- and himself.
Funny how that doesn't make it hurt any less.
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song: fool by cavetown
i am such a fool to keep on chasing after nothing great
you are such a fool to keep pretending that you're loving me
i don't know
where i'm supposed to go
Fun DND monster idea.
Mimic ships.
Ghost ships that are sailing without a crew, decks full of chests and crates just ready to be stolen by salvage crews.
The crates are just baby mimic ships. You bring them on board your vessel and while everyone is sleeping they eat the crew. One of the mimics then merges with the wood of the ship and it becomes a new mimic vessel, one that can glide into its home port with no resistance.
Yes the crew are gone but there is treasure to be had and the port workers board the ship and hauls all these treasure chests and crates onto land and bring them to the bar where they can be guarded until they work out what to do with it all. The bar itself is the hull of an old ship thats been dragged onto land and has a handy brig they can lock them all up in.
the big three questions of media analysis: what the author wanted to say, what they actually said, and what they didn’t know they were saying
for the last one i don’t just mean oh the author inadvertently wrote in gay subtext or whatever i’m talking about media as a cultural artifact which can reveal a ton about societal norms, biases, ideals, etc. it’s all about positionality and an unexamined positionality is often the most revealing of all
Favourite things to say before doing something incredibly stupid:
Hey everybody watch this
I'm God's favourite
I'm always right and I'm never gonna die
(Person nearby) gets my crap if I beef it
I'm way too sexy to fuck this up
It's okay I've done this a hundred times
This is gonna to be on purpose
Hello you're watching Jackass
Check out this cool magic trick
If I die I want you to tell people it looked really cool
Wanna see a trick I learned in prison
It's okay, I saw this on TikTok
This is only illegal in Massetchuschessetts
My dad used to do this all the time before the divorce
If you're a cop you have to tell me or it's entrapment*
I'm doing this as a prank
Could a mentally ill person do THIS
Out of two thousand possible futures this is the only way we live
I have to. (Stupid thing I'm doing) killed my mom
The government doesn't want you to know this is even an option
I'm about to become so powerful you have no idea
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Ya'll be like "Shang was having a bi freak out, realizing he was into Ping". NO HE WASN'T. He already knew he was into men. His bisexual freak out was when he realized Ping was Mulan and hey maybe he's into girls too whatdoya know?
Legit you think a bi man who has always been in such a male-dominated space like the army hadn't already figured out that he liked men? Come oooonnnn... It's women he has rarely had contact with and has no idea how to talk to or flirt with (you fight good) I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.
In "A Girl Worth Fighting For" Shang has zero lines I REST MY FUCKING CASE.
I am Looking at these tags my guy
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ppl don’t like to imagine bi ppl coming to terms with being bi after identifying as gay bc they think that’s a downgrade lol. That’s why there’s like 100000 stories about cishets realizing they were bi and like 2 of gay ppl realizing they were bi.
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I'd like to request drunk partners meme for the WIP Wednesday game please.
I ended up not writing any more but I think it's finished so here
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"Fiiiiiig," Fabian slurs, leaning towards her and landing on her shoulder. "I have a secret."
Fig stares back at him, eyes blown wide. "What is it?"
"You gotta promise you won't tell anybody. Especially Riz."
"I can't." Fig pouts. "I've gotta tell Ayda. I tell her everything."
Fabian considers this for a moment, slumping further. "Well. As long as you only tell Ayda."
Fig nods. "Only Ayda. Cause she's perfect and smart and beautiful and she won't tell anybody either."
"Okay." Fabian pushes himself up, solemnly looking Fig in the eyes. "I have a crush on Riz," he says. "Like a really big one. I think maybe I'm in love with him."
Fig nods solemnly. "AYDA! FABIAN LIKES RIZ!!"
"Shhh! You gotta tell her quiet!" Fabian whispers, louder than regular talking.
"Sorry," Fig whispers back, just as loud. "Ayda! Fabian likes Riz!"
"Really?" Ayda says from directly across the table. "I had no idea."
"That was good," Adaine says next to her. "You've gotten a lot better at sarcasm."
Ayda doesn't smile, but she tilts her chin up. "Thank you."
Fabian stares at Riz forlornly. "The Ball, why are you all the way over there?"
"Where else should I be?"
"Right here. Next to me."
"Maybe you should be here next to me."
"It's so far away though."
Riz sighs, taking pity on his boyfriend, and slips underneath the table. There's barely time for Fabian to gasp in horror before he reappears, climbing into the seat next to him.
"The Ball!" Fabian says, delighted. "You're here!" He reaches for Riz, pulling him halfway into his lap. "I love you."
"Hey!" Fig cries. "You said it was a secret!"
"It's my secret so I can tell him."
"Fine." Fig narrows her eyes. "Riz, how did you get over here? I need to get over there."
"I crawled under the table," Riz says. "But you should really get out and– oh, never mind."
After bumping into the table legs twice and swearing loudly and creatively for half a minute, Fig finally wriggles up in between Adaine and Ayda. She glances between them, eyes huge. "Hey, Fabian? Can I tell Adaine too? I didn't say it before cause we're not dating, but she's also perfect and I wanna tell her."
Behind Fig's back, Ayda and Adaine exchange glances. Fabian squints at Fig. "Fine. She can't tell Riz though."
"She won't!"
"Fig?" Ayda says before she can yell about Fabian liking Riz again. "If you want to date Adaine as well I'd be happy to have a talk about it. She's one of my best friends and very attractive and Jawbone said dating more than one person is perfectly normal as long as you all know and consent. However, you will need to be sober."
Adaine, who has been turning steadily more pink as Ayda talks, speaks up. "I mean, I'd certainly be willing to date one or both of you. I don't know that I'd want it to be romantic, but a queerplatonic relationship would be lovely."
Fig looks between the two of them, eyes growing impossibly huger. "I can have… two girlfriends?"
"I don't see why not." Ayda looks at Adaine. "Especially if I can as well."
"Yeah!" Adaine pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. "I mean, let's talk about this when we're all sober, but yeah, that sounds great."
Fig smiles extremely wide and passes out.
Could you possibly do some prompts or dialogs for a couple ice skating?
Ice Skating Prompts
"If you let go of my hand, I'll kill you." "You would need to be able to skate on your own to catch me."
"Come on, I can show you how to do it. I'm a great teacher."
"This is pretty romantic, right?" "As long as no one falls on their face."
"Wow, you look like a ice princess." "Ice queen, thank you very much."
"Let's grab some hot chocolate after this."
They are simply looking etheral, dancing across the ice rink, like they were not of this world.
The professionals made ice skating look so easy. Thank god their date was a professional.
It took 30 seconds for him to grab her hand and it would take an hour for him to let it go again.
Have fun using them!
- Jana
I know many of you out there are feeling a bit down. Have a crow to Wouldn’t it be Nice by the Beach Boys to lift your mood.
He stops and looks both ways?!?
You wanna know what makes this better?
Crows normally walk. This one seems to have both legs working, so he’s not hopping out of necessity, he’s doing it for fun. Corvids can sometimes be seen doing things like this for no evident reason other than enjoyment.
This is my new favorite post
I can’t ever not reblog.
Have some happy crow vibes
Always reblog. 😏
send me a fic title and I'll tell you what it would be about if I wrote it
For WIP Wednesday game, I'd like to request: "you gave her your sweater (you like her better) "
Thanks for the ask! Here is a sad Aelwyn
A part of Aelwyn had known, even when Fabian gave her his letterman, that he didn't mean it. They were drunk, and she can't remember enough to be sure but she thinks she asked him for it. But she'd wanted him to– had wanted someone to care about her intensely, in a way that wasn't complicated by years of cruelty and betrayal.
And, sure, she shouldn't have rubbed it in Riz's face, shouldn't have gotten possessive and jealous, but she had reason to! Fabian has never looked at her the way he looks at Riz, and it's not fair. It's not fair that Fabian is- was- dating her but is in love with Riz, and it's not fair that he's too much of an idiot to know it, and it's not fair that she can't blame him because she doesn't love herself either.
Eeee Tedros side pls
(Same AU as this)
"No. No, no, absolutely not." Chaddick says. "Why would you even want to do that?"
"Do what?" Nicolas asks, turning towards them.
Chaddick shakes his head. "It's too horrible. I can't say it."
"It is not horrible," Tedros says. "It's a romantic gesture. It's polite."
"Tedros. I love you. I would follow you to the ends of the earth. But I will not help you with THAT."
Tedros sits back. "Fine, then. If you won't help me write a poem for Agatha, will you help me with something else? All of you?"
Tristan shrugs. Nicolas nods his assent. Chaddick sighs. "As long as it doesn't involve rhymes."
Tedros leans forward again, a grin curling the edges of his mouth. "Wonderful. I need all of you to help me break into Agatha's castle. It's traditional in her kingdom to attempt to assassinate your betrothed, and doing it yourself is the best way to show you really care."
"WHAT?!?!" Chaddick shrieks.
Tristan raises an eyebrow. "I'm in, I guess. But I don't want to actually kill anyone."
Tedros waves him off. "We're not going to actually kill anyone, except maybe some magical constructs. We're just going to try to. They're going to stop us."
"'They'?"
"Agatha's guards. And any magical wards she has up," Tedros says. "Ideally we'll get through those to her room and I'll be able to steal something that I can return to her the next time we meet. That shows that I can provide for her, however dishonestly."
"Why would you want to provide for her dishonestly."
"It's about the principle!"
tagatha
(Inspired by this post)
"Are you sure you don't want us to try to kill him?" Hester asks. "It would be so much fun."
"And respectful," Anadil says. "Very respectful."
"Do you honestly think he'd be able to beat you?"
Hester shrugs. "If he can't defend himself he can't protect you."
"He deserves to die," Anadil adds, fiddling with her bracelet.
Agatha raises an eyebrow, calling a dancing flame to her hand. "You know I can protect myself. And I don't want him to die."
"He still deserves to. You deserve better."
"Enough!" Agatha leans back in her chair, motioning toward the door. "Reaper and I have work to do."
For a moment, no one moves.
"Is it more poetry?" Dot whispers loudly. "Can I stay? I can help."
Agatha's glower intensifies. Her fingers twitch, making the flame leap higher.
"Whatever," Hester mutters, finally getting to her feet. "Come on, let's go find Sophie." In the doorway, she scowls at Agatha over her shoulder. "When you need him dead, you know where to find us."
Agatha waits till Hester and Anadil are solidly out the door, then grabs Dot's arm before she can leave. "You can come back if you bring flowers and whatever. Nice, sunny ones."
Dot brightens, nodding, and slips out the door.
i don't have a title for this lmao
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Not long after they pitch camp, Kasef leaves his tent to find King Viren's son, Soren, waiting outside.
"Can I… help you?" Kasef asks, trying to make it clear that he hopes the answer is no. He has things to do. Sword training and general exercises to stay in shape and prepare for the coming battle.
Soren grins. "I was just wondering if you wanted to spar?"
Oh. That's… surprisingly helpful. "Sure," Kasef says cautiously. "I was just on my way to work out. We can spar after I warm up."
"Sounds great!" Soren falls into step beside him. "I found a good clearing just over that way, if you want somewhere that's not in the middle of everything."
Kasef changes course, heading in the indicated direction. "Thank you."
It only takes a couple minutes for them to reach the clearing. It's maybe twenty meters across, covered in grass and surrounded by deciduous trees. There's a fallen tree stretched across it, cutting it in two, and a few smaller branches scattered around.
"Alright then, I'll just warm up and then—" Kasef turns and his voice goes up an octave. "What are you doing?"