what is his name tho

i fucking love the adventure zone because sometimes it’s like…absolutely heartbreakingly beautiful story-telling or on-the-edge-of-your-seat thrills 

and then sometimes it’s justin, travis, and their dad chanting “FANTASY SHORTS. FANTASY SHORTS. FANTASY SHORTS” at poor griffin who’s trying to move the plot forward 

XD

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Christine: He’s really quiet and doesn’t talk a lot, he actually mostly hides away from people but he seems like a really nice person!!

1st part of my bnha au, details in the read more

Hero name: Kanda

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| Encounter | Legolas GreenLeaf

[permanent + legolas tag]: @avistella 


“Stay by my side, I will acquiesce the talk. If it comes down to it and we must trade blows, keep hidden in the trees.”

Talk?? They’re orcs, Legolas! They don’t talk. They maim.” You whispered the words harshly in his ear as the two of you peered down at the path from the trees. 

Legolas merely faced you with a raise of a slender eyebrow. His piercing blue eyes seemed to glow in the concealed shade of the leaves, wisps of silvery blonde hair dusting across his jaw.

“Stay.”

And with that he disappeared from sight to the ground below, as lithe and graceful as ever. You didn’t even hear his feet touch the floor, when of course they did. 

“Show off…” You muttered, though you knew it to be false. Legolas was just too…

A kind, patient smile and strong hands squeezing your shoulder.

Ugh.

You had tried your best to rile him up, force him to let you go with him and fight, but he never got angry no matter the calculated jabs you threw his way. It was like he had the patience of the revered Queen Galadriel herself, and eventually his complacent tilt of lips got you irritated beyond belief.

Unbelievable.

You watched Legolas attempt to converse with the disgusting filth below you, the orcs you’d passed by on your trip. You had no idea why he felt it would be necessary to attempt peaceful negotiations; you could merely continue your journey through the trees.

You smiled snidely in mirth at the orcs’ reaction at seeing him. You could never understand the feeling, but you had heard of what the mortals said about the Elven kind. Like silent, deathly angels you were called. You absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair behind a pointed ear. Once you’d encountered a human on your trip to Rohan and they had quite literally fainted at the sight of you.

Again, you didn’t understand it, but you didn’t understand most of man’s idiocies.

Your attention was drawn again when one of the orcs stealthily approached Legolas from behind. You tilted your head in curiousity as to what they planned to do, and wasn’t surprised in the least when they all tried to ambush your partner.

Typical.

“I did tell him,” you muttered and slowly got to your feet, stretching languidly as Legolas dispatched the enemy around him. 

Your hands instinctively curled around to your back like they had done tens of thousands of times before, the coarse wood beneath your fingertips a familiar sensation. You slipped an arrow out from the pack and notched it in your bow in less than a second, pulling it back taught and brimming with tension.

Wind rustled your hair as your arrow split through the air and pierced straight through an orc’s head, exiting their eyeball with a satisfying squelch.

“Disgusting,” you murmured before jumping down to join Legolas, whirling delicately around the creatures attempting to bring the both of you down.

Hmph. They might have had a chance if it were more of them. Even fifteen to two, this fight was practically already over.

“What are you doing?” Legolas asked you as you rolled under a leaping body besides him.

“Helping. What does it look like?” You drawled. The two of you paused your speaking to interrupt another wave of fighters.

It was a dance, Legolas at your back when you were exposed, your blocks at his side when he looked away, both working like a well oiled machine. 

“I told you to dutifully linger in-” A stab of another arrow. “the tree!”

Was that a hint of anger you heard in his voice?

“And you are not my designated potentate or father, Legolas.”

Distracted as you were, you failed to see a pair of sharp claws headed your way and were surprised when you were roughly shoved to the side, Legolas coming to your rescue. He drew the blade he used ever so rarely, swiftly ending the life of the miscreant who had dared try injure yours.

Within the next couple seconds the battle was over (if it could even be called a battle) and the air of the forest was silent once more. Your ear twitched. The animals had been frightened but were beginning to come back out again, and you calmed when you heard the woods coming back to life.

Well, until Legolas turned to you with fire in his smoldering eyes.

Oh.

You stayed locked in your position as a gesture of defiance, uncaring when he pushed you up against a tree.

“I specifically entrusted you with the simple instruction to stay put,” His teeth were gritted. 

This was interesting.

“And I decided not to open my ears to your silly command,” You narrowed your eyes. 

Legolas’ hand gripped your chin firmly. “You are hurt.”

You very nearly rolled your eyes, a rude and discriminatory attitude unworthy of your elven status.

“It is a scratch, Legolas. I am no fragile piece of crystal glass.” And yet you both knew what that meant. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d been injured in a fight other than a spar with another elf. Legolas himself did not look the slightest bit ruffled though he had been in a fight only mere minutes ago. His attire was immaculate, and not a lock of hair was out of place. The tiny nick on your cheek was enough proof that you were losing your edge.

The sting of the cut was odd, but intriguing.

“You are insufferable beyond name, Y/N!” Your eyebrows rose at his display of annoyance. You had never heard the prince exclaim a mere insult, yet he looked achingly close to burning you alive.

“Why I would assume you are a child, but it seems you do not even have the wit to take on that title!” He had definitely lost it, nostrils flaring, his face flushing. “Even a child knows when to duck and hide!”

“I am no child!” You felt your patience ripped from you. “And would you rather me give up my honour for a simple case as this? If I hadn’t seen your reprehensible face for the last few hundred years I would assume you do not even know me!”

You are making me wish I never did!”

I could care less about your notions!”

His fist slammed beside your head on the tree bark. You sneered at him for a half of a second before he was suddenly too close and his mouth was on yours.

You roughly pulled his hair to bring him even closer. He hissed and smoothed a hand over your hip to force no space between your bodies, parting your lips and bringing up your head so that he had full access to send you spiraling into an abyss of pleasure. 

Another moment of passion, another tug and pull and clash of your mouths and then he was gone, and with him left any anger or resentment.

“Well then,” You sighed, pressing your forehead to his. “I concede I must rile your nerves to a considerable amount more often if this is the result.”  

He chuckled, and he wasn’t even out of breath, the bastard.

“Although I would like the end product, I suppose I would not enjoy the process,” He mused, brushing a silk thumb against the nape of your neck. “Ánin apsenë, melda heri.”

You scoffed even as your cheeks flushed at the smooth syllables rolling off his tongue and into your every pore. Though you preferred to speak in the common language of the lands, there was no comparison to the language of your own kind.

“I suppose,” You answered. “Though do not expect any sympathy at a later date, my prince.”

You watched under lidded eyes as he lifted your hand to press a lingering hot kiss to your palm, then to the inside of your wrist.

“If it is so, may you be my princess?”

“Don’t push it,” you said even as you leaned forward into his touch.

“You have my utmost word.”

[MasterList]

Well, since I hit 666 follower and the millenium trash can is my most faved pic over the last days, I thought about diving into the shipping trash hell again and make another Dark Magician x Celtic Guardian picture. But this time with two colour palettes I liked (and painting with palettes is actually quite a lot of fun from time to time). They were named ‘guidance’ (fo the CG) and ‘sweetest chill’ (for DM) - which I found fitting.

Not my ship actually, because I can’t think of some real charcter traits for the CG, but I never skip a chance to draw Dark Magician >.>

Anyway, they’re not in the shipping list, are they? Well. We need a name and content then? Fandom, do your thing?

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Yukito is the nicest dork and i love him very much

They are so flipping domestic it hurts 🙈 Lito is lazily leaning against the fridge just enjoying the view of his baby making breakfast and while smiling the most adorable mischievous smile throws a piece of fruit at his head lol. He is a child okay 😆 And then there’s Hernando my cute cinnamon roll who looks at Lito like he is the most splendid thing he has ever seen. I think for Hernando, Lito is indeed the most stunning art his eyes have ever set upon.
(Gif isn’t mine, just borrowing it)

problematic fave yet again

the end killed me

i was kinda stressed from the start to the end, the episode basically made me anxious and i did not know whether it was good or not

at first i thought Reese will actually try to murder Luci, and when he came to Linda’s office before he himself got killed i was positive that when he “hit” her, Maze would show up and kick his ass

tho that’s not what happened, and he ended up being killed by the serial killer (can we talk about how innocent he looks ? like he does not even look like the regular serial killers in TV shows, i enjoyed that they picked up a man that looks like anyone, that a serial killer COULD be anyone, anyway)


like i said in my previous post, i enjoy the emphasis on the idea that we don’t go to Hell because we were bad, we go because we feel guilt. and this is so important, once again. 

i get that some go to hell not because of guilt but because what they did deserve punishment (i don’t know if cold blooded killers to whom we are used to do feel some kind of guilt - but i guess that could be possible), and i get that not everyone not-feeling-guilty-but-making-horrible-mistakes (but then, what do we define as horrible ?) probably don’t go to heaven, but still

i also enjoyed how Luci always keeps repeating that he NEVER forces ANYONE to make the choices they make neither do the things they do. yes free will might not be something “true” (you get me there), but we for sure can’t blame some kind of Devine Creature to make us “do bad things”. they don’t. we do them because of who we are, and who we are depends on the choices we make, on the people we encounter, of our biology, of the culture we were raised in, et caetera. but for sure who we are isn’t influenced by The Devil. and i like that. because there is no “evil force”. we just are. and we need to take credit for our actions and stop blaming The Devil, or some kind of bullshit. not everything depends on us, but for sure if we’re bad to someone, that’s on us. nothing forces you to be mean. it’s okay to not be able to control your emotions/feelings/actions, but it’s not okay to blame your emotions/feelings for things you do to others. no matter how crappy you feel this should no be an excuse for what you do. it explains it, sure. but it should never be an excuse. it’s okay to not be perfect. we’re humans. but we shouldn’t blame others for our imperfection.


lucifer, you are the best.


“you don’t give him enough credit” i love you so much chloe

+ i’m still kinda sad that reese died. i mean i get that the whole episode is set in hell and everything. but like. him going slowly into madness and obsession was so perfectly portrayed… shout out to the actor. 

A Taste of Home

This beautiful post happened, and I couldn’t resist using it as an AU for my own Ryder, Erin! So I take no credit for the concept, just running with it to drench myself in more gross fluff involving Jaal and Ryder :3c

I’m 100% sure I can’t do more justice to Jaal’s side of the story than the original post did, so this is from Ryder’s side of things.

Spoilers for game ending!

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