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[iomooo]

First date idea: I shoot you in the head

[mossymage]

Spiritual energy exchange <3

[idliketobeatree]

painland week, day 3 : first kiss/confession of love "i knew you truly loved me, as i loved you, when everything swam in blue."

[hoshingi]

WOOZI ✯ 210618 Anyone

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

two weeks without this party of fuck-ups……i miss them :’)

[eggoyolkk]

most all uty art ive done since september <3 enjoy my way too much starlo

i would also like to apologise ☝️

[soggydoggydisco]

timtam art that was born from a doodle that looked a little good

Partially inspired by this post

[bangobeep]

guys they're being weird and homoerotic again 🙄🙄🙄

[johnny-depplyloveyou]

“I conjured this illusion often during my confinement in Waterdeep. An escape for the mind, where there was none for the body. It was easier to stare at the celestial abyss than recognise the emptiness within myself. Easier to pretend my destiny lay among such stars, than work to salvage a life on solid ground. You changed all that.”

[rjwonderlair]

A pixel.

[muleumpyo]

ChanBig inspired by the very beautiful, tender fic A Shimmer of Moonlight on Water by The_Old_Astronomer @theoldastronomer on ao3 🩷✨️🌕

When a business trip takes Kinn and Porsche to Japan, Big is set to go with them as part of their team of bodyguards. Then Tankhun suggests Chan go too, and suddenly Big is questioning his own feelings, Chan's feelings, and why their room in the onsen only has one bed. ~~ Tankhun's gaze turns sharp and thoughtful. "You should take Chan." Big feels himself go tense and forces his muscles to relax, slowly, one by one, so that it's not immediately visible to anyone else in the room that his whole body reacted to the sound of Chan’s name. Thank fuck Khun Kim isn't here, or he'd have noticed straight away. Chan’s name has started to do strange things to Big. It’s a dawn chorus and he’s a bird taking flight. The syllable is round, warm and sturdy, and it settles in his stomach like the wick of a Catherine wheel, just waiting for one spark to set it spinning.

Below the cut, the scene from the fic that inspired this:

“P’Chan,” he whispers and watches a tremor go through the older man.

“Big.” Chan says his name like a prayer. He brings his hand up to cup the side of Big’s jaw and his eyes drop to Big’s lips, telegraphing his intent.

Then he leans forward and kisses him.

Big’s whole body lights up. A firework goes off inside him—bold, bright, and so alive.

Holy fuck.

Holy fucking shit.

Chan is kissing him.

And Big kisses him back. Kisses him like a shower of stars is crashing around them and this is their last moment on earth.

Chan’s free hand comes up to hold Big’s back and Big winds both of his arms around Chan’s neck.

It’s everything he imagined and more.

Chan’s lips are soft and his body is firm as he pulls Big to him. Their kisses start slow and decadent as they explore each other’s mouths, but quickly become fast and passionate until they break apart, breathing hard.

“Big, you…” Chan doesn’t seem to know how to finish. He’s looking at Big in awe, as if he didn’t expect this at all.

“Yeah,” Big says, huffing out a laugh as a smile breaks across his face.

They kiss again, coming together like the crash of oceans, and Chan slides his tongue into Big’s mouth, drawing a moan out of him. Big runs his hands through Chan’s hair, feels its softness, and gently bites on Chan’s bottom lip, grazing his teeth slowly across plump skin until Chan groans.

Chan lowers his head to nose at Big’s jaw and then starts kissing down his neck. Big exhales a punched-out breath. The light scrape of Chan’s stubble against his sensitive skin creates a delicious counterbalance to his soft lips.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Chan murmurs, lifting his head back up to kiss the corner of Big’s mouth before bringing their lips together again.

Then he’s drawing them both backwards through the water until he can sit on the low seat at the edge of the pool.

He pulls Big in close, encouraging him to straddle his lap. Big eagerly complies, but then stops himself from going any further. He’s hard, cock full and aching in his shorts. If he lowers himself onto Chan, the other man will feel it.

A blush dusts his cheeks. He opens his mouth to apologise to Chan—to say something—but Chan’s hands come to rest on his hips, and he slowly, slowly pulls Big down until their hips are flush together.

And fuck.

Chan is hard too.

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go read the rest on ao3!

[http-dnp]

yk what? fuck you. *saw 2004’s your dnp*

[sometimesmaybespoof]

Why so scruffy???

[miserable-something]

they are (i'm delusional)

[anon-agent]

Had the sudden and inescapable urge to paint one of the Stylo storyboard frames

Said frame

[lal-ffxiv]

WHAT WOULD YOU BE THE DEITY OF?

Golden Laurel

Deity of glory, remembrance, stories of people long gone, and tragedies. You wanted people to remember you. You wanted to hurt him, but the truth is that you couldn’t stomach it. Was it worth it? Everything you sacrificed to get what you want? Tragic hero, did you walk into the dark blindly or with your eyes open? Does it even matter?

I think these result work well for Luka if Luka does die (Luka may live forever idk) and pass on into legend, and works into Luka's themes of memory/history.

Thank you for tag @distracted-dragoon! Tagged by a dragoon, I will tag other dragoons (no pressure, and if you already done the quiz please let me know the results): @sasslett @wanderingdragoon and few others: @sand-seeks-sun @thornsofsunlight @mist-touchedxiv @herno-zeph @sundered-souls @candycryptids @confusedtia @exploringcastleoblivion @naejlas-axe @airis-ray @selnyam @gobbie-boom