#i TriedTM

[herequeerexitentialfear]

A mates planning to go pictomancer so i redrew a screenshot of his current glamor with the brush from the trailer!

#I thought it was just an oversized paintbrush until I watched the trailer for refreneces #But I'd already done the bulk of the drawing so I triedTM #thebirdarts #My sole motivation to get my work done is so I can resub #Taunted by the guys chilling in vc leveling 😔 #LET ME INNNNNN #God I love redrawing ffxiv screenshots... its so fun

[origami-teacup]

monster 1×73, "scenery for a doomsday" // caspar david friedrich, "two men by the sea" // squid game 1×09, "one lucky day"

#naoki urasawa's monster #caspar david friedrich #squid game #web weaving #comparatives #urasawa naoki #cho sang woo #seong gi hun #i thought about using the scene from the manga but i think the screencap from the anime looks better here #bc ~colors~ #hope this doesn't look TOO shitty rip #i TriedTM

[hrtached]

a  multimuse  featuring  muses  from  various  fandoms .    est.  june  2018 .    @hrtached

#do i like this???????????? a little bit. #indie rp #breaking bad rp #citw rp #ftwd rp #twd rp #got rp #????? #horror rp #saw rp #idk how tags work on tumblr anymore #i TriedTM #﹠﹔ ooc ‚ 𝘴 / 𝘱 .

[satbiym]

And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them, and you realize the person who loves you isn't the one you thought it would be

- Richard Siken, Crush

#mdzs #mo dao su zhi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wangxian #yunmeng duo #yunmeng jiang #yunmeng shuangjie #mypost #myedits #I TriedTM #it wouldn't leave me until I tried to do it

[mctvnoia]

resquemor: para un starter en el que nuestros personajes se encuentren en un desacuerdo. @bvdachi​

           “Puedes decir lo que quieras, pero apuesto que sería mejor modelo que cualquier otra cosa que hayas fotografiado en tu vida” la exageración arrastrada en la punta de su lengua, escogiendo una tonalidad divertida para emitir las palabras. “Eres a la primer persona que debo suplicarle por un par de fotos. Puedo pagarte con lo que quieras” aseguró, casi segura que las razones tras el rechazo no era por lo monetario, mas necesitaba el favor y rumores le habían llegado que él era destacado en tan labor.  

#bvdachi #bueno #me puse a leer la bio de tu nene y escarbar para encontrar algo sustancioso #pero al final salió esto #askflas #perdón por tan poco #i triedTM

[incorrectk-popquotes]

playlist: "honey, I'm home!"

Say Hello - Day6

Welcome Back - iKon

Come Back Home - BTS

My Home - Got7

Missing U - Twice

~ Nell

send us an ask with a made up title of a mixtape/playlist and we have to pick 5 to 10 songs we think would go on it (Game is now over!)

#ask game #ask the admins #admin nell #not a quote #i triedTM

[anguishmacgyver]

Recolour from this scene, inspired by this

#MacGyver #2x04 #recoloured scene is from #banana fish #whump #whumpedit #I even added the watch pls i TriedTM #animemac #whumpified #mac lookalike

[clonesandmoans]

rex spit in my mouth challenge go

this was scheduled to be answered with just the words “challenge accepted” but I couldn’t help myself from actually answering with a blurb bc it’s What You Deserve -rini

ps. I combined it with these two because they just had a Mood hehe

⁂

There were a lot of things you hated about him. The way he never looked at you while speaking to you, his frustratingly well-kept dye job, no matter how long the campaign, how he always just expected you to follow every command...

How you did follow his every command. Like the one he’d spat at you to get naked, and do it fast.

The feel of his cock against your walls. How he reached that spot within you that no other man seemed to hit. His pompous chuckle as your ankles wrapped tighter around his waist.

He smiles wider as you keen into another orgasm, and if you weren’t sky high with pleasure, you’d wipe it off his face. With your lips. And tongue. 

He seems to have a similar idea, though, when he tugs your hair back painfully. Your wince turns into a glare as you come down from your high, shit-eating grin still on his fucking handsome face. “Open up, sweetheart.”

You’re about to open up your mouth to tell him to kriff off, but he angles his hips to start really, truly pounding you into the bed, not even all the way recovered from the last time you’d fallen apart. “Oh, fuck! Fuck, ah-” 

His right hand leaves its spot from fisting the sheets beside your head to grab your chin, forcing your jaw open in the middle of your last syllable. “Stick out your tongue,” he mutters, breath short from his brutal pace. “Come on now, darlin’.” He’s so infuriating.

But you do it.

He grins again before spitting, healthy and wet into your mouth like a claim. As he watches you swallow, his eyes glint with something that has your body rearing again with arousal. “Fuck you,” you tell him.

He only nods. “Yeah, I think I will.”

#rini #sin saturday #captain rex #HATE SEX?? I triedTM #i love him #kinda hard #gender neutral

[vicarre]

‘Geralt!’ the little girl repeated, clinging to the Witcher’s chest. ‘You found me! I knew you would! I knew you’d find me!’

#the witcher #thewitcheredit #witcheredit #the witcher netflix #netflix the witcher #wiedźmin #look i spent more time on this than i care to admit #the colouring is weird and so is the text allignment but i triedTM #also someone else has probably done this already but?? i really.... wanted to do dis #my edits

[captainskells]

@dcschain​ asked : ro in 19 :3 colors names (according to coolors): sonic silver + maximum yellow red + isabelline + dark lava + buff

#dcschain #roland deschain #The Dark Tower #mine #( listen it doesn't look like the reference that I used bUT ) #( I triedTM ) #( also I tried drawing a cowboy hat but then chickened out because I wasn't being able to get it exactly like I wanted it :') ) #skellsdrew

[synthmama]

@mercysought said: a kiss on the palm - the gentleman. || spots to kiss.

How silly it must’ve been, to assume that her waking dreams had also passed with the falling of bombs. That after spending centuries slumbering among ice that she would know the difference from reality and unreality. But here the walls bend, and the darkness spills like ink darker than any black Quinn knows, and she does not question any of it. Instead, her eyes remain fixed on the face against the black, staring, and watching, as ever. 

“I remember you.” Quinn states simply. There is no explanation needed. The man that painted. She remembers the face in the painting; hollowed and cold, but with eyes so sad. It was a face she had never seen, yet felt she had known all its life. Another waking dream, perhaps. The suspicion curls like cream in coffee, billowing out and changing the shape of the room. There are no more shadows. Only muted greys. “Why are doing this?”

She thinks she sees him smile. A blink, a mere shift in time, and suddenly he is nearer. But despite that, the construction of his face is hard to parse; like a mere gestalt, and nothing concrete. His hand curls around her wrists, and brings it to his face. Dark eyes stare, and stare, and stare; cold like the empty quarters of space. 

“Find me.” He molds her hand against him, mouth pressed in the crook of her palm. The sensation is cold, and numb, but here do those eyes of his finally close. The waking dream flickers. “And find out.”

#mercysought #mercysought: the gentleman. #idk how well this fits his vibe But i TriedTM

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Birthday Cake Pop

Stiles was barely half awake when the apartment door creaked open at 2:33am. The bottom hinge needed oil but Mitch kept forgetting to do it. 

The man in question is who was entering now, returning after a long mission and just as - if not more so - exhausted as Stiles. Even so, he tossed his keys on the side table and limped his way across the apartment, slumping over the back of the couch so he could wrap his arms around Stiles’ shoulders and kiss his temple. 

“Happy birthday,” he said, giving a little shake to the small paper bag he held in his left hand. Stiles yawned and accepted it. It took him a few seconds to recognize the green design on the brown paper, and the pink frosting and sprinkle covered treat inside. A birthday cake pop. “Starbucks was the only place still open,” Mitch said by way of explanation. 

Technically his birthday was over at midnight, but it didn’t really count until he went to sleep, which he totally didn’t. 

“Thanks,” Stiles said with a small smile. “You didn’t have to.” 

“I wanted to. Sorry for missing you birthday.” 

“You can make it up to me later.” 

“Sure.” Stiles reached up to pet Mitch’s hair, pretty sure his boyfriend hadn’t actually heard a thing he said. He was already half asleep with his face buried in Stiles’ neck. “We should go to bed.” 

“Yeah.” But bed was so far away, and he was tired, and going all the way to his bedroom didn’t seem like it was worth all the effort. So Mitch rolled over the back of the couch and landed on top of Stiles, startling him. 

“Or that works too, I guess,” Stiles said with a breathless laugh.

“Shh.” There was some shuffling, Mitch kicking off his shoes and Stiles trying to get him out of his jacket, the two of them trying to find a comfortable position. As an afterthought Stiles grabbed the blanket that ended up on the floor at some point in the night, struggling to cover them both up because Mitch was unhelpfully lying on top of him like dead weight. Stiles didn’t mind, though. He was just happy to have his boyfriend him, even if Mitch was late. 

“I love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Mitch and lacing his hands over his lower back, but Mitch was already out cold. Had been practically dead on his feet since he walked through the door. 

#cookie writes #ive had this little snippet in my head for days #I think it would be adorable #like Mitch wanted to go to Stiles' fav bakery and surprise him with a cupcake and a little candle or something #but work had tog et in the way as usual #so he just gives him a cake pop from starbucks #and like its a pitiful attempt #very deserving of a shitty gold you tried star #and he knows it #but its the thought that counts right? #He TriedTM #even though his tired and busted ass just wanted to go home and Sleep and still took a detour to get stiles a bday treat #then in the morning Stiles is gonna find out Mitch got shot or something and hes gonna be piiissed #Mitch is gonna get an earful bc why didn't he say something last night??

[leonkennety]

                                  I don’t know if I can save myself, maybe that’s just fine.

#ft who he loves most #I triedTM sorry class #will graham #hannibal #hannibaledit #nbc hannibal #tvshowedit #shows #mine*

[kohakhearts]

things you said too quietly, nerissa (and wild card - whoever pops into your mind first)

3: things you said too quietly

wc: 990

Nerissa is eight years old the first time her brother does magic.

She is happy, like their mother, until the implications of it begin to set in. He is only three years old—very young to cast for the first time—and already has proven to them his innate ability to heal.

Nerissa is eight years old, and she can’t cast magic at all.

Quickly, joy morphs into bitter envy. She does not like watching him practice. She likes even less when her mother tries to make her practice, knowing that it does not matter what she does or does not do, when Poseidon has already done it all.

She never says anything, though. Their mother is already so overworked. She is happy to see Poseidon doing magic, when it is so clear that he loves it. Nerissa thinks she was like that too, before their father died. But magic doesn’t feel fun anymore. When she tells her mother she wants to learn from her father, not from her, it makes her feel like crying, but she does not know why.

She misses him. She misses magic.

She watches the snow blanket the city that winter, and tries to mimic it. Ice and snow—they are just different forms of water. Her dad told her that, years ago. She always remembered, especially once they moved to Derayn. This is the first year she has ever seen snow before. It is new. Different. She likes it, likes to watch it, likes to touch it.

Her magic comes back like this: new, different. She watches the snow fall from her fingertips, her toddler brother trying to catch the flakes while their mother looks on with a wide smile, and does not tell them she hopes her father will forgive her for it, this betrayal.

-

After snow and ice, water comes more easily, but she still prefers it frozen. When he is a little older, seven or so, Poseidon asks her why.

“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s prettier, I guess.”

He nods in agreement, and that is the end. She does not tell him that sometimes water feels more like blood when she draws it to her fingertips. She does not tell him that ice just hurts less.

-

Every year on their father’s birthdays, their mother tells them about him. Stories from their early childhoods, usually. This year, what would have been his thirty-seventh, she recounts one of the first lessons of magic he gave to Nerissa. She doesn’t remember it herself, but her heart aches as if she does.

Poseidon is eight. He asks, “Did he teach you to freeze it?”

Nerissa looks away from him. She shakes her head.

“Oh. Then, who did?”

“She figured it out herself,” their mother informs him, and for once the swell of pride in her tone makes Nerissa’s chest heavy and her throat tight, like she is going to cry in all the misery it inspires.

“Really? Can I learn how to do stuff like that?”

Their mother laughs. “I don’t think you can freeze fire, kiddo. Maybe steam? Not sure what good that would be, though…”

Nerissa excuses herself shortly after. She cannot bear to sit there any longer, with this poison under her tongue. It tastes like saltwater. It is too heavy to speak through.

She goes to sleep that night, drowning in it.

-

Nerissa is not shocked by her mother’s confession. She doesn’t know why.

They don’t blame her, so she won’t blame herself, either. They don’t talk about it.

It is better this way.

-

Nerissa is sixteen years old when she realizes that the blood in her water is not her own, but her father’s. She kills him, and she kills him, and she kills him, and she does not tell any of them.

-

Until Emerson, that is.

Her father’s sister, her brother’s beloved aunt. She wants to love her. She wants to hate her. She wishes she would not look so closely as she does.

She tells her the truth, but she does not believe it.

She is shouting, she is screaming, This is me! This is who I am! I killed him! I killed them all!

She is shouting, she is screaming, and nobody hears her.

What she means is, Please just make it stop. Nobody hears that part, either. It sits beneath her tongue, unmoved.

-

Did Ely feel anything when he died? Did it hurt? Did he suffer?

Nerissa hopes he didn’t. She has felt the pain of it now, and she knows he will not forgive her for forcing it on him all those years ago.

-

She tells Ada, too.

All she says in response is, “It’s not your fault.”

People have been saying that a lot lately. She does not know how to tell them they are wrong, when they look at her so sadly, like she will break in two.

Instead, she says nothing at all, and Ada does not ask her to, but she pulls her hands away from her throat and she tells her “You can breathe now, you’re okay,” and somehow that means so much more.

-

Walking away from the coast of Gias, Nerissa sends a flurry of snow over her brother’s head against the sweltering summer heat. He smiles and laughs, so she does too. From behind him, Ada remarks, “You look happy.”

Nerissa glances over at her. The snow vanishes, melts and warms to steam and reaches for the Heavens. Poseidon looks up in surprise, and then he grins.

Nerissa says, simply, “I missed magic.” And then, quieter: “I missed my magic.”

If either of them hears it, they don’t say so, but she thinks they would understand even if they didn’t. After all, they have never really needed words to know how she feels. Knowing they are here, and she is breathing, is more than enough. It always has been.

#*fic #*reqs #mine #osa #sorry this entire thing probably makes ZERO sense #for some context the lore stipulates that trauma can cause magical blockages particularly in children #because of this nerissa had to relearn how to cast magic after her dad died because it was so traumatic #tho she repressed the memory she does recall the actual event during the course of the books #after her death and rebirth she has another magical block the last scene here would be like immediately after she gets past it #this is all explained in osf ughhh sorry sorry #i also didnt really go with the prompt at all and im god knows how many months late posting this BUT #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!! you dont have to read this because either there are plot spoilers #or its SO VAGUE you wont get spoiled but you also will have no clue whats happening. im so sorry. not my best work either. i TriedTM

[giqqlewater-blog]

@sectvmsemprvs

Her instinct was to run. Her legs pumped quickly and though the air seared at her throat and chest, she wouldn’t stop until she physically couldn’t anymore. With the little she and Sebastian slept or ate, this would unfortunately be sooner or later. They were right on her heels and she was getting tired-- and then she fell. Celeste crashed to the snow, rocks and stumps alike breaking her fall. The fastest of the inferi had caught up to her, throwing itself down with snapping jaws and it was all that she could do to keep it off of her. No matter how much she scrambled, kicked or pushed it was much stronger than her. A cry left her, tears trickling down her frozen cheeks as she fought to keep from being bitten but she was exhausted and her muscles were giving way. Celeste thought about giving up-- just submitting to her ultimate fate. She was tired of running, tired of scraping by, just tired in general. Though it seemed that she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter now, all she could hope for was Sebastian’s survival.

Snow and blood soaked through the thick layers that kept finger nails from digging into her skin as she struggled, using up each and every last ounce of energy until she had no more. Just when her arms gave out-- Whap! 

#blood tw #injury tw #gore tw #just in case #this is a terrible starter but in my defense i triedTM and lol i didnt want to make it longgg #- adds dramatic eye closing gif yay - #also whap= james' bat or spell or yeno #( threads: celeste seong.) #( celeste & james.) #( threads: celeste diggory.)