#I am a sucker for these lights

[suntails]

ceremony

[kuroo-hitsuji]

Made it with an hour to spare 😎

Read right to left bc i Always end up with everyone facing the Worst direction for drawing their hair so i had to fix that--

This is so dumb sjshsshgd happy birthday Mephisto get surprise objectified i guess???

[eggo-tistical]

thinking about what was going through L’s mind as he lay in bed, the same night that light and him were in the helicopter.

after insisting at every turn that the brilliant teenage boy smiling before him had to be kira, was — no, is forever kira, he finally can look into light’s eyes and see what he always knew was there.

a murderer, a sociopath, a villain, a liar. yes, everything has gone to plan. light is kira; kira is light.

the boy he has spent the last few months monitoring, mapping, and mythologizing, is kira.

kira is the boy who has watched L type genius nonsense on his computer in the dark, shared a fourth of the key lime tart that watari served after misa and matsuda returned alive, listened to L babble 19th century french poetry when progress had slowed to an unbearable crawl.

yes, light is all that and a million other dirty things, packed tight and wound up in the shape of a classical greek statue, an eighteen year old boy, japan’s top student.

kira.

that thought should bring him joy. satisfaction. relief, even, that his deductions would never miss their mark. and it does. elation lights L up on the inside, or perhaps on the outside going in, like being doused in water and feeling it sink into his bones.

it’s wonderful, it’s horrible; he didn’t know warmth could feel so cold.

because at the quite literal end of the day, this is what he’s been chasing, isn’t it? his culprit, his criminal, his killer.

so why, when sharing a bed with him, inches from his skin and from exposing the truth, does L want to see light within those eyes again?

he reminds himself its ridiculous. they aren’t separate entities, like a parasite and its host. rather, one incorrigible unit, a package deal, something he signed up for at the start. a plant with rot already spreading through its roots that L simply had to deliver back into the soil.

he’s never really had a green thumb, anyways.

gnawing on his nail, L rolls over in their bed, observing the light-shaped god slumbering in total darkness. kira is so pale that his skin brightens the night. his breathing shakes the earth and breaks waves beneath L’s skin.

so the world’s greatest detective decides to shift a little closer. and recites heart attack symptoms in his head until he falls asleep.

[tongues--and--teeth]

Lovvveeeee this fic from @thebiscuitlabryinth sooo much omg. She’s such a visual writer I felt like I could actually see what was going on while reading lol.

Click for better quality!

POV: you’re Pure Vanilla Cookie

[luna-the-cretar]

Yknow, the only thing I knew about EOM before going into it was the ship between Lethica and Marius (tho I didn’t know the characters names, just the ship between them via fanart), and I had kinda written it off as “oh, hot boi x hot girl, okay”.

(Spoilers up to episode 11 under cut)

But then I started watching EOM. And with the mixture of their personalities blending well together, the constant back and forth with “I agree with Marius” “I agree with Lethica”, the literal Darkness x Light trope (granted, mostly it’s because of their respective gods, but still), and just. Specific moments.

Like Lethica paying attention to what Marius ate for breakfast the previous morning, and took some with her to give to him when he caught back up to them after his conversation with the High Inquisitor, or Marius somehow fucking reviving Lethica (despite not having the Revivify spell available to him at their current level), and their hug afterwards??? I just.

I get it now. I mean, I started getting it by the time they cleansed the Crooked House, but now? I’m fucking loving this ship. It is just. Amazing. I love it.

[spotlightstudios]

Attacks #14 and #15 belong to @moonliched @slylock-syl ! (As of posting this they're not actually uploaded to AF due to maintenence, but I'll be putting them up asap ^^)

[margindoodles2407]

Anakin Skywalker and Aayla Secura should be best friends send tweet

[heliomanteia]

If I had to pick a Daeran Line to go with the "guiding star" one it'd definitely be "I have already mentioned I hate the Abyss, haven't I? Without you around, it seemed twice as dangerous and dark."

[auntopossum]

Totally realized I never did any self-promo here!

I just posted the newest chapter on my story that I'm really proud of! Come check out my pride and joy.

Decadence by Auntopossum on Ao3

It's a transformers x reader fanfic, with dark themes!

[wonderholegifs]

The World is spinning

[jadelemonadee]

i dont think you guys understand how much i adore the room where it happens square lighting scene

[copalcetic]

"Pick stuff from your room & have people vote on which one they want to take home" (Tagged by @tlmtwelve )

Pictures below the cut. No-pressure tags: @porkymcsly @violadreamwalk

[heldenherzchen]

wednesday, august 9 day 3: hurt/comfort (@benthan-week-forever)

Late at night, Benji sat at his laptop, frustration evident on his face. He had been working tirelessly on a complex task, and it seemed like everything was going wrong.

Ethan noticed the distress in his partner's eyes and approached him with concern. The brunette gently placed a hand on Benji's shoulder, offering comfort and support. He knew that sometimes all it took was a few sweet words and gestures to ease the frustration and bring solace to a troubled heart.

"Hey, Benji," Ethan said softly, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I know it's been a tough night, but remember, you're brilliant at what you do. You've overcome challenges before, and I have no doubt that you'll conquer this one too."

Benji looked up at him, his eyes searching for reassurance. Ethan smiled, his touch lingering on Benji's shoulder, providing a sense of stability and love.

"You're not alone in this, Benji," he continued. "We're a team, and I'm here to support you every step of the way. Take a deep breath, clear your mind, and remember how capable you are. You've got this."

As the older spoke, his words resonated with Benji, easing the tension that had built up within him. He felt a renewed sense of confidence and determination, knowing that he had someone like Ethan by his side.

Ethan leaned in closer, his hand now gently cupping Benji's cheek.

"You're brilliant, talented, and I believe in you," he whispered, his voice filled with love and encouragement. "Don't let this frustration define you. Take a break, clear your mind, and when you're ready, come back to it. I'll be right here, supporting you every step of the way."

Benji felt a wave of gratitude wash over him as he looked into his lover's eyes. In that moment, he knew that he was not alone. With Ethan's love and support, he felt invincible, ready to face any challenge that came his way.

Together, they closed the laptop, leaving the frustrations of the night behind. They embraced, finding solace in each other's arms. In that moment, Ethan's sweet words and comforting gestures reminded him of the strength of their love and the power it held to overcome any obstacle.

And so, with renewed determination and the unwavering support of his lover, Benji took a deep breath, ready to face the challenges ahead, knowing that Ethan would always be there to comfort and guide him along the way.

[304wv66]

don't hear the bell but you answer the call

artfight attack for @lattedraws of best boy bincent 💖

[gamereign]

Pretty? No. His aibou was not pretty. He was beautiful. Make him change his mind.

      𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄     :       unprompted   /   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒     :       always   accepting     .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐔  𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐆𝐈  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐃  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 .     and  if  not  thousands ,     then    𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  ,     for  slanting  over  the  modest  vanity  of  his  bedroom  and  painting  precise  lines  in  the    𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡  𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒  𝑤𝑎𝑦     that  he  has  since  he  began  experimenting  with  makeup  as  a  middle  schooler  feels  like    𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗘  𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗬  :     encoded  into  his  dna ,     to  the  degree  that  he  could  likely  do  it  while  asleep .

            granted ,     his  skill  level  has  increased  significantly  since  the  first  time  his    shaky  little  hand     dared  to  reach  for  his  mother’s  eyeliner  pencil .     furthermore ,     his    𝑊𝐸𝐴𝑃𝑂𝑁  𝑂𝐹  𝐶𝐻𝑂𝐼𝐶𝐸     has  shifted  from  hard  pencils  to  liquid  and  brush    (   it’s  a    NO  BRAINER  ,     with  how  much  product  he  packs  on ,     and  how  much  he  requires  to  line  his    𝐛𝐢𝐠  𝐝𝐨𝐞  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     just  the  way  he  likes .     were  he  to  stick  to  pencils ,     he’d  go  through  a  new  one    every  day    )  ,   but  the  practice  feels  the  same ,     feels  almost  sacred ,     in  the  way  that  the     comforting  mundanities     of  everyday  life  do ;    𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗚𝗜𝗙𝗧  𝗢𝗙  𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘  .

            in  his  trance -  like  state ,     as  he  flicks  the  eyeliner  brush  outward  to  create  his    𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆  𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈     like  a  painter  adding  the  finishing  touch  to  a    MASTERPIECE ,   yuugi  does  not  notice  atem  watching  him ,     nor  does  he  realize  that  his  other  half  has  been  watching  him  for    quite  some  time  ,     as  if  this  simple  part  of  his  daily  routine    ━━━━     this  act  he’s  done  nearly  as  much  as    𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐑  𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  ,     and  with  the  same  thoughtlessness  about  it    ━━━━     could  be  the  most  entrancing  image  the  former  pharaoh  had  ever  seen  in  his    𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠  𝑜𝑓  𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠  .

            yuugi  does  not  become  cognizant  of  his  audience  until  he  turns  to  locate  the  black  mascara  in  which  he  all  but    𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬     his  long ,     dense  lashes .     mid -  reach ,     he  catches  a  glimpse  of    his  beloved’s    eyes  trained  on  him ,     and  then  he  can    feel  it  ,   the  familiar ,     nigh  on    tingling  sensation     of  those  red -  violet  eyes ,    𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑  𝒂𝒔  𝒂  𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆’𝒔  ,     taking  in  every  part  of  him ;     studying  him  as  if  he  wishes  to  commit  every  curve  and  crevice  of  yuugi’s  body ,    𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬  𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬  𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘  𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗  ,     to  memory .

            at  once ,     cerise  floods  the  fair  hue  of  yuugi’s  cheeks .    ’tis    𝑓𝑎𝑟  𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚  𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙     for  atem  to  look  at  him  with  such  gentle  fondness ,    near  reverence  ,     like  he’s  witnessing  an  amalgamation  of    everything  worth  loving     in  all  the  world .     even  so ,     it’s  difficult  to    GET  USED  TO     being  looked  at  that  way .     especially  since  yuugi  had  gone  so  many  years    𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐭     by  anyone .

            he  tries  to  return  to  the  task  at  hand ,     hoping  he  doesn’t  appear  as    𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌     as  he  feels .     but  to  a  vigilant  eye ,     the  effect  is  obvious :     his  hand ,     though  trained  by    years  of  expertise ,     begins  to    𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄  ,     rattling  the  mascara -  coated  wand  it  wields .   

             “     [     .  .  .     ]     did  i  make  a  mistake  .ᐣ.ᐣ     ”     asks  yuugi ,     though  his  reflection     𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 .     “     you’re  looking  at  me  like  my  face  is  the  most     𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆  𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓  𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏  ,     other  me  .     ”

[nugulover69]

After being thoroughly disappointed by kingoh and boonboom, I'm already inclined to be wary of gozyuger even at this early a stage

Buuuuuuuut if the red IS a dogboy AND he's cute...well it'll give me pause