#lou talks

[pissylivvie]

BABY’S FIRST MET GALA

[folkloure]

been seeing a lot of posts recently about people using AI to write fics, and i’ve said this before through tags and reblogs but decided to make an actual post about it: i don’t use any kind of AI for my writing. not for prompts, not for correcting my mistakes, not for any descriptions, not for anything. it takes me time and research and sometimes it messes up my sleeping schedule but i do it gladly because i love writing. i think it’s miserably sad that we have to do these kinds of disclaimers nowadays, but i’m adding one to my navigation post too, just in case.

[citysuk]

when i said karting days, i mean THIS. they were so small 😭🤏🏻

[catbandie]

quintessence ghouls are, quite literally, spiritual beings. down in the Pit, they have no bodies to reside in. they simply exist throughout the space, rogue Magick running loose. they still have personalities, using their Magick however they please. some like to mess with those who are especially assholes down there. some are assholes themselves, attaching themselves to am unsuspecting victim for their chaos.

Summoning a quint is different. because they're not summoning an already defined body, they have to make one from scratch. all the Emeritus brothers like the look of Greek and Roman Gods, so they always use them as a basis. Omega and Aether were wholey based on the deities, large and muscular, strong noses and fierce eyes.

Copia, though? he wanted his first creation to be special. he didn't want his first creation to be of something else, he wanted them to be a brand new thing. so he made Phantom, a long and lanky ghoul with soft features and kind eyes, dimples when he smiles. when he was summoned finally, the room was left speechless.

there must've been an error in Copia's calucations tho, or maybe a summoning ingredient had gone bad, or maybe it simply was Phantom, but he came with a scar throughout his face, some of his hair left bone white. Copia could only feel love and pride, though. he, in his eyes, was near perfection in all of his imperfections.

And because quint ghouls have vessels for the first time ever, they are literally learning to be people from scratch. a few things come by second nature; breathing, blinking, moving and walking. staying alive. they have to learn everything else, though. to speak, to eat, to sleep. they will always have their pack to help, though.

[rarelysecretmonument]

ok so polytrix x reader won the poll so I'll finish that 1st, then it's Rumi, then Zoey and then Mira.

I'm feeling generous so here's a sneak peak for the polytrix x reader fic. Still need a name for it. but anyways enjoy <3

Now Zoey is well aware of how close and intimate it can get when planning and practicing choreography. The thing was that her choreographer is Mira, one of her girlfriends, someone who she likes getting close and intimate with, someone she doesn’t mind touching her on places like her hips. You on the other hand? Your choreographer wasn’t Mira. It was an older woman whose name Zoey has yet to learn. 

Knowing this doesn’t stop the feeling of possessiveness and jealousy that surged forward in Zoey. She hated seeing someone who wasn’t her or her other girls touching you like this. She tried to tell herself over and over it was nothing, the woman was just doing her job. Plus the few times she’s seen your choreographer working in passing, she seemed nice and professional. Always keeping a respectful distance between you and her when you were not going through choreography. There should be nothing the rapper should be worried about. 

Yet the burning desire to mark your as hers stayed in her chest as she watched the two of you work together. With each move the two of you went over, Zoey could feel her jealousy grow. She needs to get her hands on you, now.

[pureguawa]

this has been my favorite homestar runner fanart for years now

[smokeandhubris]

i love love love media that loves the world. i want to be reminded that the universe is so incomparably beautiful and complex. i want to be shown that life is messy and broken and it hurts so bad but it’s so so so beautiful and you can’t help loving it anyway. there are people out there, wonderful ones who will stay by your side if you’ll let them. there is the sun and the warmth of it and the light. there is the path between the trees and the sandwich shop down the road and the river in the paddock and is that wonderful and isn’t that worth living for. i love when media tells you it’s okay to be broken and it’s okay to be hurting and it’s okay to live despite it. tell me i am worth saving. tell me to listen to the rain falling on tin rooftops and fall in love with life. tell me that the world loves me too.

[loubetcha]

i smell negativity in the dashboard air tonight so let me light some positivity candles let’s have a seance and revive joy and whimsy