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@icangiveyouanything from here
Shade really wasn't expecting to see anyone out here, so he really wasn't even bothering to keep much of a look out. He would certainly be easy to notice though. No large buildings for competition so he was easily the tallest thing around. He wasn't exactly quiet either, his footsteps very much audible as well as the casual tune he hummed to himself as he walked.
Sometimes he just wanted to find some solitude a place where he wasn’t constantly sensing upcoming death or disaster from multiple directions at once. It was so still here, with nothing but the night air on his nose. He rested on that ground in his dog form, simply being.
But that changed when the ground rumbled and the noise of giant footsteps met his ears. Cologne wafted through the air; the kind that someone of ‘rich’ taste would use. 
He briefly stood completely still like a deer in the headlights when he saw the size of those feet. It wasn’t often that Leofric was the small one in a situation, let alone the size of an insect. But Leofric remained where he stood for the time being, choosing to observe. 
Shade might notice how it grew freezing cold around his lower legs and his feet as he closed the distance between himself and the canine. If he chose to look down, he would see a foggy aura on the ground, surrounding a strange black dog with a piercing red stare. 
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@icangiveyouanything from here
As uncharacteristic as it may have been, Shade seemed almost... uncertain what to do with himself in this situation. He'd been Russell's 'transportation' to the graveyard, but now that they were there and he'd let him back on the ground, Russell was left with an actual giant following him around like a lost puppy.
It seemed that, as much as he may have had his struggles with empathy, even he knew better than to be disrespectful in a place like this.
Russell had made sure to get a repair kit before making plans to travel here. When Freyde called him about the damage due to high winds in Boston, he had wanted to make that right. 
It had good of Shade to offer him a helping hand to get here. It saved him from trying to get all the stuff from A to B. 
“Thank you,” Russell said, once they arrived and he was down on the ground, “I, I don’t plan to be too long here.”
He quietly made his way through the gravestones, carrying the repair kit, until he eventually stopped in front of a particular one. It read: Lewis Anderson
1975 - 2010
Brother. Father. Cherished Friend. 
“Sometimes, the thing that ties you down sets you free.“ - Kirk Douglas.
Russell felt a shortening feeling in his chest as he read that. Luckily, it didn’t seem that the damage was too bad; just a few cracks and a chip broken off at the top. It was best to sort it out now before it got worse though. Then he set the kit down and looked up at Shade.
“This... this is my, my uh, my eldest brother’s gravestone,” Russell said, “I, I like to try and make sure it, it stays in good condition when, when I can. It’s, it’s the least I can do for, for all he did for us when, when he was alive. Th-thank you for, for bringing me again, Shade. I know it’s, it’s an odd request, and uh, and a bit awkward for, for people sometimes.” 
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compassionatekiller · 2 years
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--- "You have a curious way of wearing your hair.." He observes, noting a beat too late that he is speaking to a captain "..Taichou" He tacks on, in favour of being respectful. He's not spent too much time outside the 12th. The only captain he sees on a regular basis, of course, is Kurotsuchi-taichou. So his manners.. Well, they may require some practice.
Unohana gave the 5th seat her usual smile as she answered him. "I must admit, Yon-san, I am rather surprised to hear that from a member of the 12th Division. Considering the sheer variety of ways that Kurotsuchi-taichou prefers to style himself, I would have thought my own would seem positively mundane. May I ask why you find it curious?"
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forbiddenacademia · 3 months
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@dracourge sent:
He would walk through the forest from time to time, it was soothing in its own way. The night felt mystical and otherworldly, the air was cold and the winds were howling. "Ah, I had hoped I would find one such as yourself here."
Emerald eyes sight the other. Pearlescent flashes caught through splayed branches of green. They are an easy reminder of the muted decadence of Waterdeep.
Quaint or not, she remained perched on her toes, barefoot in the damp, mossy grass. Uncertain of intentions. "One such as myself?" The Wizard repeats, pulling her posture tall. "What, pray tell, could that ever mean?"
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steviesbicrisis · 1 year
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okay but, did I lie?
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mcflymemes · 1 month
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PROMPTS FOR FAKE DATING & GOING UNDERCOVER *  assorted dialogue for muses going undercover as a couple and having to maintain the illusion that they're dating, and all the chaos, feelings, and whatnot that come with it, suggested by dollhidden, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
come on. at least pretend that you like me.
if we hold hands, that'll sell the illusion even more.
what petnames do you think we'd use if we were actually dating?
please don't make this too difficult on me.
stop letting go of my hand.
you're going to pay for this later.
that was way too close of a call.
[petname]? that's what we're going with?
could you at least look like you like me for an hour? is that so hard?
admit it. i'm not half bad.
didn't think i would enjoy this as much as i am.
did you take acting classes growing up?
excuse me! i'm just trying to sell the illusion!
do you think they bought it?
you don't look like you love me. you look like you're constipated.
way to lay it on thick. i think you might have done too good of a job.
pretend to laugh at one of my jokes.
i guess i didn't expect you to dress up for this. i'm impressed.
you know, if you treated me like that on the regular, i might actually start falling in love with you.
they have to believe we're together. how hard can it be?
quick, pretend like you're about to kiss me.
you clearly care more about the tiny appetizers than you do me.
i'm just here for the free champagne.
you clean up nice.
that honestly wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.
they're looking over here. quick, say something funny.
that... was surprisingly smooth of you.
you don't date much, do you?
we should pretend to date more often.
hey! my eyes are up here!
shit, they're coming. kiss me.
ACTION PROMPTS all of these are written as if both parties are fake dating and going undercover at some specified event, but feel free to add your own scenarios if you'd like!
[ hand ] sender quickly takes receiver's hand in public to avoid getting caught
[ waist ] sender quickly slides an arm around receiver's waist in public to avoid getting caught
[ propose ] sender stages a dramatic fake proposal to further sell their relationship to the crowd, catching receiver completely off guard
[ fake fight ] sender and receiver stage a coordinated fake fight/messy breakup in front of the crowd
[ kiss ] realizing they need to sell their relationship to an important person/people, sender and receiver kiss for the first time
[ coat ] noticing receiver is cold, sender gives them their coat
[ entrance ] sender and receiver approach the entrance of the secret event and discuss their plans for selling their fake relationship to the crowd
[ slip away ] sender slips away from receiver in order to take a break from pretending, and receiver goes to find them
[ off limits ] sender and receiver are exploring an off limit portion of the event space, get caught, and are forced to try to explain how they got lost
[ the big kiss ] to conceal the fact that they're exploring an off limit portion of the event space, sender kisses receiver dramatically once they're caught
[ introduce ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to a very important (and potentially dangerous) person at this event
[ family ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to their family, who just so happens to also be at the event
[ lost ] sender loses receiver in the crowd and rushes to relocate them before their cover is blown
[ flirt ] when someone else shows interest in receiver, sender steps in and makes it clear they're "taken"
[ exit ] sender and receiver have successfully accomplished their goal, and now must sneak out of the event as covertly as possible
[ spill ] sender accidentally spills their drink on receiver and rushes them to the restroom to clean them up
[ private ] in a brief moment of privacy between the two fake daters, sender admits to receiver that they don't think receiver is as bad as they thought
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eleonorpiteira · 10 months
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A few of the many interior illustrations I did for Chaosium's Pendragon Starter Set! (x)
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i23kazu · 1 year
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HIII YING, CONGRATS ON 1.5K AGAIN!! You deserve it all and more, and hopefully we all get to watch you grow some more <33 Keep going and slay like how Xiao slays his demons <333
Speaking of which, there's that sentence starter thing, right? Would you mind if I requested a "You came..." "You called." with Xiao + Romantic? Honestly, hurt/comfort sounds pretty good but I'm interested to see what other big ideas you've got from it 👀
“you came.”
“you called,” he pointed out, mask dematerialising as his hands once again become free to hold yours.
“i thought you were on a mission?” you held him close, fingers meeting his shoulders in a tight grip. you buried your head into his crook of neck — the ache in your heart wishing you could stay there forever.
“you know already that i’d drop everything for you. the call for war is weaker than your call for me.”
the two of you stay like that for a while — your hands intertwining and untangling and twining together as it takes time for the pieces to fall naturally into place again, after so long.
“i wish you didn’t have to go again, xiao.” your face contorts to a tired, longing smile; when would you see him again?
“when you next call me,” xiao seems to have read your mind. “i will be here. like i said, my will to be in your arms will undoubtedly always be stronger than my will to fight for liyue.”
you hold on to that promise.
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forestryprompts · 7 months
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Character A: Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever find happiness…
Character B: Well, if you do, please let me know where you found it. I've been searching for years!
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bulbagarden · 9 months
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your account is so silly. what are your views on inteleon.
thank you.. if i wasn't silly idk what i would be
so according to bulbapedia:
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in conclusion, my lisia opinion is:
i want my local weather station to have a gigantamax inteleon on top of it this is non-negotiable please
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I was going to put a funny caption here but I can’t think of one
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Share your lastest WIP! If you want 👀
which one 🥲😂😭💀 i have a few - will this do?
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“They’re quite odd, aren’t they?” 
Abraxas is snickering when he says it. He’s just loud enough to grate - nothing new - but in what should be the quiet sanctity of the library, his tone sufficiently pulls Tom from his reading. 
His eyes lock on Abraxas across from him and flick to the ‘they’ in question. 
And, of course, it’s the Grangers. 
Since entering the magical community, Tom has learned a thing or two about their societal norms. An interesting component being that it is surprisingly challenging to be seen as ‘odd’ here. A wixen can be any number of things: lazy, stupid, poor, muggle - the list goes on, but ‘odd’ is a category used sparingly when directed towards each other. Much unlike the muggles Tom has known and grown his whole life around. 
He was always seen as odd by them - freakish - and continues to be whenever he returns to the orphanage for summer. So he doesn’t much care for the word. 
Besides, if anything, the Grangers aren't even worth gawking over and snickering about. Their worst can be summed up to anti-socialistic, codependent, and exclusionary behaviours - probably a trauma response from the war. They clearly have no interest in playing house with their dormmates or the rest of the school, so why bother?
They are sitting beneath the second-story stair landing where the elves have managed to shove one last table. It’s one of the more tucked away and private places on this level — a place Tom would not consider and will not consider; he needs to be visible, available — and they’ve claimed it like it’s never belonged to anyone else. Like it was placed there just for them. Their ease of acclimation to Hogwarts as a whole has certainly raised some eyebrows, yet still, he isn’t concerned. 
He had also known Hogwarts was his home the moment he had stepped foot in it, after all. He is not so foolish as to believe himself an outlier.
Hermione Granger’s hands are waving wildly, turning in circles and gesturing in a vague sphere-like shape. She’s talking aloud - not that Tom, or anyone else, can hear it - and doesn’t seem to like what she’s saying, given the harsh line between her brows. Ronald Granger is sitting in front of her and starts shaking his head. He says something and reaches across the table to take her wrists — expands them — the sphere becomes an oval.
Harry Granger sits beside them pensive, with his head down and reading carefully from a book in his hands. He starts to turn the page but pauses; he frowns and looks up.
He looks right at Tom.
Granger blinks once, slowly. He mouths something, but it’s not directed towards Tom because his siblings turn to look at him. It only lasts a moment before they suddenly turn around to stare at Tom as well, their eyes wide and alarmed. 
Tom watches on as Harry Granger slouches - maybe sighs? He shakes his head and palms his face in something like dismay. It doesn't take a legilimens to read his lips now—
“You are both such idiots.” He says.
The corner of Tom’s lips curl. It’s possibly a smile. He’ll never call it that out loud.
“Very,” he finally replies to Abraxas.
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rico-hyuuga · 1 year
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INU: Old Gods & Half Demons
@toranoya
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kyriathanatos · 5 months
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hail to the king, baby.
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monsoon-of-art · 3 months
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a gamestore near me actually had a legit copy of Pokemon Platinum (Ive been playing on a decent bootleg) so I'm gonna slowly move my Evil Shinies over to the real one
...after I use the real one to catch the legendary birds
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mcflymemes · 5 months
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RANDOM LINES OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
oh, great. more of your very eloquent bullshit.
i don't fear death. in fact, i yearn for it.
if it holds wine, it's a wine glass.
so... no guns. do you have an axe?
i'm not usually this direct, but... what is wrong with you?
this would have been much better with a gun.
i might be a bit too ambitious.
i think you'll see that the time was not wasted.
i can do it as well. i can do it for ages.
it doesn't hurt... well. it hurts a little bit now.
i'm fascinated by what happened in your fourteen minutes of absence.
no hard feelings. please look after yourself.
i am fundamentally incapable of showing off.
i'm just having a bit of a laugh with everyone.
that was so cringey and so uncomfortable.
i have no stitches. none!
momma didn't raise no fool.
i can borrow a dog whenever i want.
honestly? i don't know where to start.
i gave you culture... literature... water.
sometimes absence is more powerful than presence.
by the end of it, we were singing swedish drinking songs.
i think you were really reluctant to take accountability for that.
i just think you formed a bad relationship.
do you think it's fair?
what do you have for me now?
yours is... impressive.
we're all different.
don't you dare look away.
i didn't mind it, actually.
i'm just proud of myself.
i think it went in. it did go in.
i feel ashamed, mainly.
that's what i was going for.
i just want to acknowledge your technique.
it did escalate severely after five minutes.
none of us ever want to see this again.
we've reached the ten minute mark.
i don't think i know who i am.
there's a degree of style in the cowboy hat.
there are no fucking shoes!
you look like you've been kicked through a charity shop.
your phone's ringing.
haven't you ever seen one of those before?
they were sick and dangerous.
what does that say about whoever killed them?
this isn't half bad for college kids.
what the hell is this?
you might want to wear these.
have a safe night.
would you believe i'm single?
why do you always trail off like that?
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