#oop here we go

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

Suddenly thinking about my Man Out Of Time AU again and had the heartbreaking thought of what if The Ancient Capital, and thus Zloy, were from more than a thousand years prior to Pix's arrival, and what if Zloy, when still alive, was friends with a certain king from the desert.

What if the first face Zloy sees in over a thousand years is the face of a man who he always knew had a close connection with death? What if he sees the concern in Pix's face and the first words past his lips are "Pixl? Is that you?" only to see no recognition in response. Not even just in the 'who is this person?' way, but like this dude doesn't understand him at all.

The aching pain in his chest as he's walked out of the catacombs and he sees his home in ruin. He knew what he was getting into when he volunteered for the zombie curing experiment; he knew there was a chance he would never see his family again, there was a chance the cure wouldn't work, but seeing what was once a beautiful city naught but piles of stone...

Every day that passes as he and the man who looks so much like his old friend, The Copper King, slowly learn to communicate is a day that eats at his soul. He desperately wants to know what happened, how long it had been. They'd had visitors, people who looked eerily like rulers he knew, but who dressed so differently and spoke the same strange language his rescuer did.

Eventually, after a long time, he learns that his rescuer was also called Pixl, though this Pixl doesn't think he was named after the man Zloy remembers. He learns that more than a thousand years had passed since he was entombed, and in that time the world had ended.

He learns that every ruler he knew had either vanished or died.

He learns that the kingdom of Pixandria had disappeared in the sands, leaving no trace of it or its king.

He realises that he might as well have died.

He wishes that he had.

But...

But there's something about New Pixl that keeps him there; something in the way he wants to preserve The Ancient Capital as much as possible, the way he reveres the past and asks Zloy all about his home.

As he looks up at the statue of his goddess above the catacombs, almost as beautiful as he remembers her and clearly preserved with so much love and care, he thinks that maybe it was her will that he was rescued by this man.

Maybe she had plans for him.

#Empires SMP #empires pixlriffs #zloyxp #Man Out Of Time AU #oop here we go

[vampyredefender-a]

closed starter for @acevxmps

in the dimly lit, pulsating heart of the nightclub, lexi moved with a fluid grace that was both hypnotic and irresistible. her body swayed in an effortless grace that drew the attention of many in the room. her own hands roamed her body in the rhythm of the song. her flowing dress shimmered under the colourful strobe lights, casting an enchanting aura around her.

her eyes closed as she lost herself in the music, a slow smile spreading to lexi's lips as she felt a strangers hands moving to rest on her hips, the firm build of a man pressing against her. she was hungry, and wanted to feed. snatching eating and erasing was a lot easier with a willing man ready to take her to an alleyway for his own idea of fun. a soft hum passed through her lips, body arching into his as she felt his lips pressing at the nape of her neck.

#& ㅤ * ㅤ lexi interactionsㅤ ╰ ㅤ ft ace crawfield #oop here we go

[draconxs]

@sillygum gets an envious starter

With his mood ruined and his buzz killed, the first thing Kaido did was demand more sake be brought to him. The next thing he did was visit the brat that dared to so brazenly face him only to be one shot by his kanabo in a disappointing one-sided affair. It was thanks to him he couldn't relax in a drunken stupor and that his entire ploy with the smile fruits was screwed to hell which is why he wanted to personally ensure the boy was kept secure at Udon.

What came unexpected was the drunken mood he swung to by the time he reached the prison with his men making way for their boss in droves. Prisoners near death and working in the yard were ignored in favor of approaching an empty cell Kaido had his men throw Luffy in for an audience with the emperor.

An odd sense of envy blossomed in his chest as he drank and waited for the boy to wake up all tethered in seastone chains and head to toe with gauze. Despite being imprisoned now, Kaido could not stop his envy for his fellow pirates' own sense of freedom and was blubbering wetly with tears by the time he could hold a conversation.

"What makes your generation so special huh, boy!? Think you're better than the emperors that rule these seas? Look around you, you will rot in this prison before you ever create change in this world!"

#sillygum #oop here we go #old man in one of his moods

[fkevin073]

Chapters: 11/13 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aemond Targaryen/Original Character(s), Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Original Female Character(s), Helaena Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon Characters: Original Characters, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Helaena Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, or what if Jace has a twin, vicerys puts his foot down and betrothed Rhaenyra's daughter to aegon, and Jace and helaena, in an effort to nip any treason in the bud, wtf even if this, who knows? not me, Incest, I fuck around with the timeline btw Series: Part 1 of two marriages that save Westeros Summary:

Or: Rhaenyra's only daughter is set to marry Aegon. She falls for a different brother instead.

#aemond one eye #aemond x oc #fic #mine #visenya targaryen #aemond targaryen #OOP HERE WE GO

[illyaoakheart]

|| illya & lucrezia ||

when: during the tme skip, the morning after Illya and Cedric’s bethothal was solidified. before Lucrezia departs for The Arbor.

where: highgarden, the reach.

@lucreziasredwyne​​

The day that stretched after her meeting with Cedric and her father had left a heavy burden on Illya’s heart. Life had completely changed with nothing more than a conversation. One moment, she’d simply been Illya Oakhear —  lady of a wealthy house who did her duty, who respected her parents as she was meant to. Now, and though Joseph Oakheart had been forced into submission and his plotting put to an end, she was the daughter of a traitor. She would soon be Queen of The Reach.

And Lucrezia had told her none of it.

It was a strange feeling, learning that someone so close had kept something from her — that there had been long conversations shared between the Small Council about the volume of her father’s wrongs. That Lucrezia had sat there, listened, even more than likely spoken on it. The letters, his work, how he had schemed against Cedric and his crown. Had she sought to punish him, perhaps? Had she and the other lords called for his death?

Whatever the words spoken in the privacy of that room was lost on her — but she knew that words had been said, and that neither Lucrezia — nor Cedric — had thought it best to tell her. It made Illya feel… alone. On the outside, like she did with her mother and brother and father. Like a barrier had gone up, and she was screaming on the other side of it despite that no sounds came from her lips. Yet, Lucrezia was the person she craved to see more than anything in that moment, when night yawned into morning and the sense of the world seemed to be slipping.

She had not slept, and had not touched her breakfast — her hair was lose around her shoulders. Illya paced back and forth in her apartments, waiting for her sister to arrive. A temporary place to sleep. She’d be moved, soon, after they spoke their vows before Gods and men. The door finally opened — and she’d found herself twisting a lock of her hair between her fingers, staring out of the grand window as morning light began to seep in. The beginnings of dark circles under eyes that looked twinged with red. She’d been crying — when she was finally alone. Not because she was sad, but because…

“Lucrezia. As salamu alaykum.” Because she felt betrayed — kept in a pretty little box with a tied ribbon. The sister she’d chosen had left her in the dark, and so she did not look upon her as the door opened and closed behind. Not yet.

“A traitor, with letters to prove it.” She said, her voice far away yet eerily present. “Between Tarly, Hightower, and Oakheart.” Illya said her own house with more venom than she ever had before. Daughter of a traitor. Queen to be. The Rose of Old Oak turned to her friend — her sister — and felt tears well in her eyes as she finally looked upon her. It had only been a matter of weeks since their last meeting within the walls of her own home. Lucrezia had known then, too. She’d known. And she hadn’t said a word.

“Florence, Alaric, all of it.” Illya twisted her hair between her fingers, looping it over and over. Her other hand? She clenched it so tightly into a fist that if one looked close enough, her nails had left impressions of crescent moons upon her palms. “You knew. You knew, and you said nothing.” Illya had to close her eyes as a tear finally spilled past her lashes. Blinking hard, she looked upon Lucrezia, face twisting with a sort of pain she never thought she’d feel. My sister, who kept me blind. “You said nothing, Lucrezia.” Her voice cracked -- Illya had to pause to compose herself, but despite the anger she felt, she knew she could not hide herself from the other woman. “Why?” Had she known Cedric would ask for her hand? Was it but another secret to add to a list she wished did not exist? Then, in their shared tongue, she whispered. “When did I lose your confidence?”

#||threads -- lucrezia 02|| #||threads|| #|| threads — highgarden || #OOP HERE WE GO #oh wow #I AM SAD

[infcinity]

sarra palpatine && rhaella targaryen (( @svnlvght​ ))

“sorry, did you say something?” sarra asked as she looked up at the other - she’d been too engrossed in the papers she was looking through to realise that there was actually anyone else in the coffee shop besides her and her thoughts. she’d decided to get out of the office for a few hours to clear her mind, but it hadn’t helped. 

#sarra || interactions #sarra || private starters #&& rhaella #oop here we go

[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @florencehightower​ where: the reach quarters of sunspear’s old palace

Why Cedric had been insistent on having their one on one meeting early this week was beyond her, though it was something she would definitely ask about - the sound of her steps bounced through the royal wing of the Reach's quarters, moving through the winding corridors toward the audience chamber. Nodding toward two familiar guards stationed on either side of the main gathering chamber of the wing, she found the room empty; typical, for him to invite her here early then be running late himself. 

The Lady of the Arbor resigned herself to waiting after asking a pageboy to inform of the King of her presence, seated comfortably upon a velvet chair beside an open balcony. It was hardly any breeze, though just enough to make the sweltering heat seem bearable, even if it were just hardly; the warmer months of the Reach could reach high temperatures, and yet it was the humidity of this place that was getting to her.

The doors opened, and she let out a low breath as she stood to her feet; only for her orbs to fall upon the silhouette of the Queen. It was hard for Lucrezia to mask the obvious surprise that came with seeing her, though not before the obvious judgement that flashed in her orbs at the sight of the woman that was their Queen - it was pathetic, for she barely had taken the time to establish herself with any of her council, the people in her Court. 

They were just as important as the bakers and artists and whores littering the streets of Oldtown, perhaps even more so.

“Your Grace.” Lucrezia spoke, her tone formal and yet there was an obvious sense of detachment in it, a world away from the usual casual warmth she held in her  voice for those she loved, those she admired, those she wished well for. This woman? The Mistress of Whispers wished one thing for her, and that was leaving them, so they could negotiate an alliance with a Queen suited to the position. 

Alas, she could pray - for some reason the woman seemed stuck to the power she seemed to detest so very much. Poor thing. Her orbs flickered behind the Queen’s figure now, looking behind her; still no view of the idiot, and this had only gotten more awkward. Thankfully, she had no reason to speak unless she was spoken to; which was all well according to her. 

What would they have to talk about anyway?

#c: florence #florence 001 #oop here we go

[hcllishsins]

closed starter > ft. @gluttonybound

" ... and what the fuck are you supposed to be ? " adam scoffed , pointing a finger in the direction of the other . through his time in hell , the fallen angel had decided to make it his business to know exactly who all the big hitters were . he wanted to take them all down one by one , maybe then heaven would take him back ..

#OOP HERE WE GO #gluttonybound #( ADAM > ft. gluttonybound )

[pepurika]

She is beauty she is grace... AND SHE IS A LIMITED PLUSH CAMPAIGN WITH TEN DAYS LEFT TO ORDER

#makeship #plushie #tiger tiger #oops I was offline for Half of this campaign but here we go now

[ask-mirage-mews]

Joyce: “…Heh…Our family’s really grown this year, hasn’t it?”

Fuji: “Arceus better not give us any more ‘family members’. We’re running out of room…”

#this is my Christmas gift to y’all hope things are well #HERE WE GO #Fuji Mewtwo #Nurse Joyce #Zeus Mewtwo #Mnemosyne Mew #Calliope Demitwo #Clio Demimew #Erato Demimew #Garroway Latios #Amari Latias #Piper Latias #Briar Latias #Oops Wooper #Janus Mew #Bellatrix Mewtwo #mew #Mewtwo #Latias #latios #wooper #chrono

[goldencored]

@jaxxmulti​ said,  ❛ did you think that i had left you for good ? ❜ / hx & sqx

Shifting slightly, she stretches out her bad leg, wincing ever so slightly at how stiff it’s gotten. Soon enough she’ll have to get up and limp out the stiffness, but right now, she remains seated on the steps of the ruined temple. Why had he slithered out of the darkness now? Long after every thing had settled? A-Feng gives a little shrug, staring off into the city, not meeting his gaze. “You dumped me here with nothing, Lord Blackwater, half out of my mind. Of course I thought you’d left for good, since I haven’t really seen you since. What else was I supposed to think?”

#「ᵀ」— o wind; where have you been that you blow so sweet? ( shi qingxuan ) #「ᵛ」— a breeze will always blow in the direction it wishes to go #「ᵀᴸ」— arc iv. a little breeze kindles #jaxxmulti #oop here we go

[saltlog]

#※saltlog #-> oops i sat down for bit more and here we go again #-> but flavor nightmare #-> LIKE REAL QUICK I HAD TO A NOTE #trigun stampede

[another-clive-blog]

HOW HAVE I NEVER NOTICED THIS

LAYTON USES TU FOR FUTURE LUKE BUT SWITCHES TO VOUS THE SECOND CLIVE'S IDENTITY IS REVEALED.

Tu and vous both mean you but Tu implies closeness : in the entirety of Unwound Future, Layton only ever uses Tu with Flora, the Lukes and Claire

#I'm shaking crying throwing up #WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME. #He immediately uses tu for Future Luke which is A LOT #In real life we often stumble trying to know which one to use because vous is distance but also respect like for a boss or teacher #(Everyone except Claire uses vous for Layton because he's a highly educated adult and a gentleman) #Layton must really appreciate and trust Luke. He immediately went 'Oh that's a Luke of course he's a close one' #And it makes sense that he would discard the tu when he finds out that nope this is a total stranger manipulating us all #But also normal people would go from tu (affectionate) to tu (derogatory). Of course Layton doesn't as a gentleman but. Ouch #And he never goes back to tu not even after finding out Clive is the orphan he saved #I'm crying why are you doing that to me. It's so subtle I had NEVER noticed but it's there #Maybe the vous will go back to respect or pleasant distance one day but Clive isn't deserving of a tu. He's not Luke. He's a stranger #I HAVE to do a complete pronoun analysis one day. I've talked about it here and there but I need to do a big analysis #Professeur layton et le destin perdu #Professeur layton #hershel layton #clive dove #Been posting a lot of angst lately oops #Professor layton and the unwound Future #Professor layton and the lost future #Unwound Future spoilers #Lost Future spoilers

[sentientstump]

stump drew things

here you go (っ>o<)⁠っ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

#i honestly didnt think about who was who in the first one when i did a rough sketch... "xD #but then my subconscious was like ayo pause is totally a master of falling he wouldnt react too strongly to it right? and here we go #also i wanted to draw pause in the last one as well but i have to prepare for a flight oops- xD maybe I'll post the idea i had in my mind.. #we'll see we'll see #vintagebeef #ethoslab #pauseunpause #team canada #artstump

[statementlou]

So I see folks pointing out that Louis' circle A tattoo is more likely an aesthetic choice than an announcement of a political commitment to anarchism, and saying basically that that maybe makes him a bit of a poser and I mean- I GUESS. But I don't like to look at things that way and I don't think it's useful. As I see it the subversive sexiness of the symbols of resistance have ALWAYS been gateways for people who are drawn to the struggle in vague ways and that's GOOD. Aligning yourself with those values is good no matter the reason, in my book, especially given the wretched options available out there, but also the journey doesn't necessarily stop there. Gatekeeping queerness victimizes people who are just trying things out and starting to discover that it may run deeper than just trying on a new look who should instead be welcomed and helped along their path, and I fail to see how gatekeeping political affiliations is any different (plus how counterproductive to actual movement building is that?)

ANYWAY. What I really want to say about Louis is that while I KNOW that Louis is probably not secretly a theory reading anti-state communalist anarchist, I think that actually Louis' optimism and idealism (and his unwavering commitment to allying himself with the working class and embracing those roots) are a perfect fit for the philosophy and always have been. I know that anarchism is mostly understood as being about throwing molotov cocktails and fighting the state (and the allure of its symbols are that they signify this, a terrific aesthetic for him to choose to sign on with in my book), but that's honestly largely cartoonish stereotyping that comes directly from anti-anarchist state propaganda. That resistance is necessary in this hellscape of oppression we live in and is super important, but in its heart anarchism is only about the state in that the state and capitalism currently stands in the way of its goals. The whole point of anarchism is that it's NOT about the state! It's about being able to imagine something better than a state, it's about how we live and about how we SHOULD live, it's about HOPE and picturing something utopian and something free of the ways capitalism pits us against one another! What could be more Louis than that?

"I need you and you need me and I love that" is as beautiful a way of talking about the cornerstone of anarchism that is mutual aid as any long winded essay I've read (even if what he meant was contextually different), and I think when he talks again and again about how special the space fans have made around him is he is expressing an intuitive understanding of the importance of autonomous zones, places and moments outside of the shitty life imposed on us by the system (also a huge part of anarchist thought). Maybe I'm just being an optimist but I think that Louis DOES understand that caring for people and wanting self-determination and freedom for all and allying himself with the working class involves a certain amount of resistance to and positioning yourself in opposition to the state. Thinking the symbols of smashing that state are cool isn't meaningless; it's a CHOICE. There are other cool symbols out there and I just happen to think that feeling a resonance with certain ones is something in and of itself, even if at this moment he does not choose to start a fight with the media about it all.

#long version of this part maybe later… (orrr maybe here and now oops lol): #I believe we are all born natural anarchists with a desire to live in mutually supportive ways and in freedom #it only gets beaten out of people by the trauma of the system and being forced to struggle to survive #Louis shares with many privileged people a certain immaturity of not understanding those struggles #but I think that 'immaturity' can include- in smart and good people- not having lost sight of that utopianism #because they are able to conceptualize it because they live the way we all should be able to #free of so many of the survival struggles #(I think that in some areas maturity is code for 'beaten down to a good capitalist') #anyway and that's why autonomous zones are important: #because you HAVE to have the experience of freedom sometimes to be able to move towards it #you have to experience wins to be able to keep fighting #it's the candy crush theory of organizing lol like: people will simply give up and lose hope if everything is struggle and despair #and nothing is hope and success #you don't have to win the whole fight to get glimpses but you have to have moments #anyway a song I love that is about that is Saturday Night by the Coup it's a BOP go check her out she feels like winning #boots is a commie but that's okay he Gets It :P #anyway #anarchism #blah blah blah #I love being a louis apologist I should add that to my header what can I say: I love him #also look how many WORDS I can churn out when there's no show😂gotta fil the time somehow #send me questions I beg you we've got a long couple months ahead #comrade louis

[crest-of-gautier]

ALL HAIL THE SOUYO FLAG!! (by catnatch)

#splatoon 3 #lizz.gif #lizz.jpg #splatoon is a video game about drawing persona characters and putting them into the plaza (joke) #i have a ryoji and minato post in the works but i got very distracted taking pictures with souyo. oops! #every time cat puts a post in the plaza it is a TREAT #anytime i want to take a photo of a plaza post i always go to manta maria. it has very good photo spots #i did not expect to ever take a picture of the flag but here we are i guess!