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[minhosimthings]

im just a girl 🎀

i started a hyune drabble which is so damn poetic because i have intense writer's block

[arcadechan]

You know what would be amazing in your style? Vampire sucking the blood of her maiden 👀💕

ohhhh, when she gives you her neck for the first time...

[m4rs-ex3]

callum honey just use a punnet square next time

[weepingalaxy]

i their dynamic is so stupidly funny. pauling putting the L in lesbian

[sweaterrat]

lemlav kiss featuring Human donnie (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!)

[helaelaemond]

Dragons Abroad - Aemond x lover!reader

Rating: Universal

Category: Angst

Pairing: Aemond x you

Set prior to Rook's Rest

Words: 1k

"There are dragons abroad."

You look at him. Across the table you sit from him and watch him. Around you, he is bare. No shirt, no breeches, no eye patch. Falsehoods gone, inhibitions left at the door. Yet his gaze avoids yours now. "So there are."

His voice is a quiet mumble. "I must go to meet them."

"I think that is not true," you reply. You look down at your hands and try not to pick at the skin around your fingers. Scabs make it sore already.

"I wish to meet them."

"That is true," comes your soft reply.

"And our time together is ended."

"Another falsehood." The words are confident, despite the ice in your chest. Frosted steel has pierced you between your ribs and into your very heart.

Aemond glances up. His fingers drum lightly on the wooden table. So many meals you shared with him here in the sanctity of his rooms. "I cannot take you with me."

"I never asked you to. I only ask that you come home to me."

"That, I cannot promise."

"Then promise what you can."

He opens his mouth to reply, but words fail him. He retreats into his comfortable silence. Prince Aemond leans into you when you stand and cradle him into you. He wraps his arm around your back and presses his face into your stomach as he sits in his chair and you stand at his side. The touch against his hair is welcomed, and he leans into your hand when you run it down his scarred cheek.

"I can promise nothing," he murmurs after a long time.

'You can promise to come home to me."

"I might not return. If I do, I do not know what will be left."

"I'll take whatever there is."

Aemond sighs your name and you go to pull away, but his strong arm around you does not loosen. And so you allow yourself to stroke his hair again. Part of him melts against you. The blade in your heart does not warm.

"I will destroy my enemies out there. I will paint the skies with fire and blood and-"

"That is all very noble," you interrupt softly. "But it will not make you whole."

You look down at him and see his face twitch. "I'm not a knight from one of your stories. I will not be the gallant hero you so desire."

It happens without you thinking, really. You sink to your knees in front of him. It would be folly to think it would make him smile this time, like it so often does. A place of worship before him. Now a place to beg. "I don't want a knight on his horse to come and save me. I just want you. As you are. Please."

"Do not beg."

"Please, Aemond, please don't make this the end, pl-"

"This is not becoming of a-"

"Please. Please, please." Your voice is steady but you can feel your throat beginning to close. "I am good for you."

And the fierce, stoic, hard Prince Aemond looks at you on your knees, utterly soft and warm, and his brow creases. "You are," he replies, oh so gently.

"I make you feel good."

He nods, head tilted to the side. "You do."

"I make you happy."

And he nods again. "I will not destroy you. I must leave you."

You lean up and try to kiss him, but he turns so you catch his cheek. It is only then that you realise your hands and his are grasped tightly. They have come out in a cold sweat. Strange, you think. He is never clammy.

You press your forehead to his temple. Some of your tears fall onto his pale cheek. "If you leave me, I will be destroyed. I can weather any storm but this."

You feel his jaw clench. A thousand words fall silent on his lips.

"Please."

Suddenly, his hands wrench from yours and then you feel them, strong and damp, on either side of your head. Your eyes open as he pulls you closer, closer, and you think yes! Yes, he understands! He will leave but come back to me! Yes-!

But your lips are not granted a kiss. Instead, a long kiss is pressed to your forehead. It is tight and hard and full of agony. It is farewell.

After it is ended, he has little left to say.

"I will wait for you, you know."

He watches while you move back to the other side of the table, while you smile sadly at him.

"If you want me to."

"I do not."

But his denial is not one that makes you sad. For anyone else, he might be cruel. But for you, he cannot bring himself to do that. There is only honesty between you, both kind and cutting.

"Do you wish to be with me?" you ask one final time.

Aemond cannot lie to you. Not after all the beauty you have shared, not after all the ways you have grown to know one another. Not after all the true and deep love between you. "I do," he says slowly. "More than almost anything."

"What do you wish for more than that?"

He sighs quietly. "To keep you safe."

"To force me to be free will not keep me safe from anything."

"It will" he insists gently. "You shall be safe from me."

Despite the agony in you, you can still force a smile. For him, always for him. "That is not safety. That is a fate worse than death."

"Worse than what I could be?"

"Worse than you could ever become. The worst you could be, Aemond, is gone."

[mblue-art]

hhappy pocky day 11/11!! here's some self-indulgence ft oreo man///

[weenwrites]

Happy Autumn Ween!! 🧡^_^

May I request a scenario where the human reader tells Bumblebee about how they love fall and they make a leaf pile together and it’s super fluffy? Thx 🙏

Autumn

Summary - Who knew a giant robot would like autumn so much? Characters - Bumblebee Content - Gen Category - Scenarios Trigger Warnings - None

✎ A/N: Sorry it took me an eternity to write, but I hope you enjoy it if you're still sticking around!

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

"Yeah, it's pretty, isn't it Bee?" Y/N grinned.

They cradled the yellowing leaf between their fingers for the bot to observe. Bumblebee gave a couple beeps in agreement before looking down to the forest floor which was painted with leaves of differing hues. With one swift brush of his hand against the ground, he scooped up a handful of yellow, orange, red, and brown leaves, and held it out to them like a puppy proud of what he's found. He gave a couple thoughtful beeps as he sifted through the colored leaves before looking to them quizzically.

"Oh, uh, the amount of sunlight that a plant gets will change with the seasons. Y'know, days get longer in the spring and summer, days get shorter in the fall and winter." They explained, propping their arm up on a rake's handle as they spoke. "During the shorter days, trees technically begin to 'hibernate' in order to conserve energy and last through the winter, so that's why it changes colors. The chlorophyll in the leaves are broken down, and the plant doesn't bother to replace them as it falls into hibernation."

He buzzed in response and gently tossed the handful of leaves up into the air, watching them shower down onto his plating and over Y/N's head and shoulders.

"Ah man, wait really? Not once in all the time you've been here? Come on that can't be true."

He nodded, buzzing all the while he watched the leaves drift down.

"Hmph, well, I suppose I shouldn't underestimate how annoying the 'cons can be... But hey! Today's your chance to enjoy fall to the fullest! And if anyone tries to take that away, I'll punt them with pine cones!"

The two laughed, and Y/N reeled their arm back to take a faux-throwing stance. Yet in that moment something seemed to spark in their mind as their eyes shot a little wider.

"Wait, wait, wait, watch! This is my favorite thing to do in the fall." They drew the rake across the grass, bringing all the leaves into one pile on the ground. "Hey, could you help me out real quick? Just scrape up the leaves into a pile."

Although confused, Bee continued to follow their lead anyway and drew his hands across the lengths of the forest floor to help the growing pile of particolored leaves. It wasn't long till the grass was once again visible, and a rather decently sized leaf pile had was formed thanks to their joint effort.

Y/N motioned for him to step back a little ways just as they stepped further from the leaf pile themselves, and once he was a good ways away they held their hands still.

"Ok, ok! You're good right there!" They called to him, "I'm gonna show you why I love fall so much, are you ready?"

He responded with a few befuddled beeps, yet got no response as they simply clenched their fists and bolted into the pile, diving in head-first and disappearing amidst the leaves. Bumblebee beeped in surprise and leaned here and there to better observe as they waded around beneath the crinkling leaves up until they popped their head out of the pile laughing.

"Bee! Come on, help me make another pile," they called to him as they waded out from the leaves, "and then you can jump in next!"

Bumblebee narrowed his eyes, the bright blue rings spinning and dimming, as he buzzed hesitantly and patted the ground.

"Ok, fair point, but you don't necessarily have to jump in like I did. You could just sit and lay down in the pile." They suggested as they worked, "as long as you send leaves flying in the air then you've properly enjoyed a leaf pile in my books."

And the same as before, the leaf pile once returned, though now it was noticeably bigger, as Y/N insisted upon covering more ground to make a "proper pile for someone Bee's size".

They now stood with baited breath and a smile that went ear-to-ear—a few meters away, but still watching nonetheless—as Bumblebee leaned back into the leaf pile with an audible thump that sent small tremors through the ground. The leaves were sent swirling up in the air all around him in these vibrant red, orange, and yellow hues, before beginning to fall to the ground like pieces of confetti.

Bumblebee craned his head up a the sound of their laughter, only to be met with them running to him through the leaves that showered down.

"Bee! Bee that was awesome!" They beamed as they began to clamber up onto his chassis, to which he gently helped them up as he now sat upright. "Did you like it?"

He stared at them for a second, then all around at the twirling leaves around them, and back at them before he began to nod and buzz. His beeps began to grow more and more enthusiastic till he scooped up what leaves remained on the ground beside him and tossed them up in the air again.

"Yeah." Y/N smiled, gingerly cupping either side of his face, "it really is pretty."

[wings-0f-sorrow]

heres some more pyrrlinas i did in my moment of neglecting sleep for the sake of the yuri. i dont let caelina smile often so she gets to have a crumb of that as a treat

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[road-hauler]

A very fed up concorde for your eyeballs

[1-800-i-ship-it]

omg i just finished orv im going insane im im i can finally look at that doc of things i saved for after i finished orv and can look at spoilers...i can finally unblock that orv spoiler tag...im so normal about orv

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

I'm a little late for WIP Wednesday but I haven't knit since Wednesday so it still counts right?

I have absolutely smashed this underarm portion of the back panel, on row 153/160 (95%!!!). However. My goal for the underarm length is 24 inches. And I'm currently at 22. T-T I will Increase My Total (168 will probably work but I'll report back when I have motivation)

I'm already looking ahead to the upper back portion, which will be about 64 rows based on my gauge. Plus a couple more rows for shoulder shaping.... I'm Actually on row 153 out of 238. 64% finished.

I'm usually a Process Knitter but this is very much a Product Knitter's project. I keep daydreaming about all the lace shawls I could be knitting (but never wear). But the Evil Pink Cardigan.... My precious...

[mcr0wave]

SUPER self indulgent post but this is my mha oc hemoartist 😸😸😸 my brain is too tiny 2 think of the logistics behind her quirk besides needing DNA to come alive 💔💔💔💔💔 she doesn't have a name yet but this is the last anyone will see of her.

she's in the support course and likes sketching everyone's prototypes 4 them!!!! 😸😸😸😸😸

[basu-shokikita]

do people like. know they can dislike a ship without blatantly lying about the dynamic itself

[mblue-art]

out w these tall clowns 🌲🌸

[cutie-lumi]

guys what do we think !