#oopsieeee

[sideswipesjetpack]

these are my favoirte images of sunstreaker ever and i wanna make sure youve born witness to em !!

HELLO??) THESE ARE GORGEOUS WHATTT…

MY FRIEND! I need lore, WHAT IS THIS FROM?? Is there more I must know.

Edit - AHH HA! ‘Tis actually.. Grapple.. STILL LOOKS FIRE THOUGHHH

Regardless I still want to know what this is from the arts pretty 🗣️🗣️

Edit 2 - I NOW KNOW WHAT THESE ARE FROM THANK YOU @vyrroca bros sunstreaker knowledge is unmatched

[endwersed]

Why do I have a feeling the strawberry 🍓 blonde goddess that is Lydia Martin is gonna be so fiercely protective when Derek eventually tries to accost Stiles?

Derek is for sure on everybody's shit-list right now - Lydia's, Scott's, the Sheriff's. Stiles is very lucky to have people who love him so much and will protect his broken heart so fiercely ❤️

[whiskyarts]

REAL he has anxiety and he’s less clumsy but he still drops stuff and he gets visibly uncomfortable whenever he drops something. He drops a vial that’s just water without any chemicals yet and jumps a mile in the air

He's pouring some water and something startles him so he spills it everywhere then has a complete panic-induced breakdown remembering that one time it wasn't just water.

Even with how good things are, and the friends he makes, and the people he has, it always haunts him that he himself could be the reason that all gets lost.

Varian, appearance-wise, is extremely unassuming and I think that terrifies him. A big part of him is scared of himself. He's caused deaths before. Accidents, of course, but still. He's caused the loss of a human life more than once. Then on top of that, in his fit of absolute rage, pain, and hurt, he almost did what he, at the time thought, would intentionally cause the death of the queen. He almost intentionally killed another person. He was prepared to do so, and was capable of doing so.

But Varian is small, even when he gets older, he still has a youthful face and a big smile. He's not a rugged criminal. No stranger would assume what he'd been capable of when he was only 14 years old. Knowing that no one can see the terrible, terrible things he was capable of absolutely terrifies him.

[angsthology]

me thinking about that 7k unfinished cedric diggory fic sitting in my word document

[flannelfaggot]

🫵

(and eon)

:|

[psychojetcocktail]

to me, John Hancock isnt white

[redhotarsenic]

Oh shit it’s almost 6 in the morning I gotta lay down

[naomihatake]

I find solace in your arms

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ pairing: sylus x fem reader / love and deepspace

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst & fluff, third person pov

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ summary: Skyhaven brought new nightmares to the young hunter. When she came back to Linkon, the only person that came to mind was Sylus — a safe and stable presence in her tumultuous life.

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ content warnings: allusions to abuse, suicidal thoughts due to overwhelming emotions (they don't follow the entire narrative), insecurities, they're both trying to heal each other

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ word count: 1.9k

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ theme song: “Runaway” by AURORA

⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ A/N: Sylus's vulnerable moment came out unexpectedly when I started writing this. However, I like how it turned out, because it makes me feel like there's balance in the way they try to comfort each other. To me, they're beautiful that way. In this narrative, she views Caleb like a brother/best friend.

Skyhaven has been an exhausting and scary place. Linkon had its own dangers, the N109 Zone was a shit show, but Skyhaven might've ruined her perception of danger. Just like pain tolerance, her sense of danger had changed in the span of a few months. 

Sylus — he was the only one she could think of when she arrived back in Linkon. It was all a blur, from the airport to the N109 Zone. What mattered was to see him, whose name she heard in Skyhaven. Hearing about Onychinus was a danger in itself; it meant someone was after Sylus. 

‘There's always someone after me, kitten,’ he'd say. 

He was anxiously tapping his fingers on his knee as he sat on the couch in his office. It wasn't hard to guess that he was equally distressed after being in no contact with her for a few weeks. 

She came back to her senses when she crashed in his arms, when she felt his gentle and warm embrace envelop her like a protective shield. She's missed him, Gods, how much she missed him. 

“I wish that whoever kidnaps me next time, they just kill me instead,” a sob broke from her lips. “I wish they wouldn't toy with me, I wish they wouldn't keep me alive for longer. Sylus, I'm so tired.” 

No matter how much she loved Caleb, his behavior had been unsettling. 

The dam had broken and before she knew it, she was shaking in the arms of her beloved. And like the devoted lover that he was, he held her tightly, despite the aching heart beating painfully in his chest. As if he knew, as if he could feel her heart shattering. Instead of pushing it away, he let it happen, he let himself hurt as well, with the hope that it'll steal away some of her pain. 

“Don't say that, darling,” he whispered softly against her ear, fingers tightening on her shoulder. “Don't.”

“But it's the truth,” she whimpered against his neck. “I can't. I'm too tired to keep myself together, it's too much. I wish you were my enemy so that I'd disintegrate into thin air. I wish—” but she couldn't continue any further, her cries intensifying. 

It was silent. Except for the small whimpers when she ran out of breath, except for the broken words, no other sound escaped her lips. With her fingers tightened into the collar of his maroon shirt, she bit at her own lip. 

It was a lot. It was too much, the pain, the despair, the hollow in her chest that's just been reopened for the hundredth time. 

For months, he's been her everything. He still was her everything, but a small piece of her soul had been broken and never put back together by that one person — Caleb had broken her for the second time. 

She hurt Sylus with her stupid words. The realization hit her when his hold onto her tightened. Just like that, her arms curled around his shoulders and she hugged him with firmness, despite the broken pieces of her heart that beat weakly between their chests. 

“I'm sorry for saying that,” she shook her head, closing her eyes as another tear ran down her face. “I shouldn't have. I know you only care about me. I promise I know, Sylus.”

His breath shuddered when she spoke his name like that, in that sad and mournful tone. Pressing his nose against her hair and swallowing her scent deep within his lungs, it was hard to hide his own despair. His very soulmate was breaking in his arms and he wasn't even sure how to mend her broken pieces back together. 

“It's not you talking,” he reassured her in such a gentle tone. “It's the grief and the pain. You don't have to explain yourself.”

“But I can't cause you suffering just because I'm in pain.” Another broken whimper. 

“And even if you do, I'll gladly accept it for as long as I can hold you for a little longer.”

If only she had hated everyone, it would've been easier to go through with her life. It would've been easier to handle it, it would've been easier if it wasn't for her beating heart and her stupid, pitiful soul. If it wasn't for the life living inside that body, it would've been easier. 

Sliding one of her hands down from his shoulder to his chest, she pressed her fingers against his body. Feeling that very same life beat under her touch ruined something within her as a shard was put back into its rightful place. Sylus was there and he was breathing, he was right next to her, holding her like no one else has. Caring for her in ways she's only dreamt of being cared for. 

“I'm one mind away from killing whoever has put you through this.” His solemn tone was filled with a promise. 

“I wish I had it within myself to let you do it. But I can't,” she shook her head. 

Her hair tickled the side of his neck and he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through the strands. 

Love was, indeed, the most painful thing he's ever felt. It was painful for the way he had to watch his beloved cry in his arms when he could do nothing to help her, when he could do nothing to properly solve the situation. Never once in this life has he ever felt so helpless, all because of her. She had twisted his life, had knotted the threads and he couldn't undo it anymore. Truthfully speaking, he'd never wished to undo those knots, even if it hurt. 

Had she asked him to kill someone, he would've. Had she told him to ruin a city, he would've. Had she pleaded with him to burn the whole world to the ground, he would've. 

But she didn't and that was the hardest part of them all. Instead, she asked for a kindness that wasn't even alive, a kindness reserved to a few things. Stray cats and lonely children, mourning people and that hurt dove she's helped once. The mechanical crow and the twins. Her. 

Multiple times, she had tugged at his heart in a way he didn't even believe it was possible. Sometimes, holding himself back from torturing a man was a sign of kindness — in his life, in that business, mercy was the highest act of kindness. On a normal day, he wouldn't have cared, she wouldn't have cared either. But this time, she did. 

So Sylus was left helpless while his soulmate silently cried against his chest. 

“Don't let go,” she murmured softly, voice hoarse. 

“That's how little you think of me, sweetie?” his soft whisper brushed against her ear. 

Her only answer was the tightening grip onto his shirt. Another sigh escaped his lips. 

Raising her head, she cupped his face in between her palms with a tenderness that stole his breath. She looked at him with a love so gentle, and for a split second he saw that white haired woman with red eyes. In the reflection of her glassy eyes, he saw the reflection of a monstrous dragon that resembled a human far too much. 

Sylus didn't realize when he said her name in a reverent tone. It slipped so easily, despite the low number of times he's used it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he whispered. 

Instead of answering, she continued to admire the beautiful man that was holding her so dearly. Running her thumbs over his cheek bones, dipping a little into the dark circles under his eyes, she treated him the way one would treat glass. 

It tugged and clawed at his heart, ruining every piece of him and putting it back together. He recognized that stare from a life of long ago. His breath hitched. 

“I've never missed you as much as I did in the last weeks,” she cracked a small smile. 

Sylus removed one of his hands from her waist and placed it at the side of her neck, cupping the warm skin in his palm. Something flashed in her eyes — fear. 

All she could think of was that gloved hand (she once found comfort in) grip at her throat. 

His hand raised like he's been struck and his gaze mirrored hers. However, she pressed his hand back where it was. 

“It's not you,” she assured him. “I promise. It has nothing to do with you.” 

He was hyper aware of his own breathing, a little laboured and quick, heart beating faster. 

“Sylus.” It snapped him out of his head. His eyes were, once again, focused on her. “It's alright. I trust you.”

“I've also missed you, kitten,” he hummed instead, trying to avoid her gaze for a little while. 

I trust you. How long he's dreamt of hearing those words, how long he had hit that boxing sack with pure hatred for his own self. 

Usually, he would've teased her. “How much did you miss me, hm?”, “Really, kitten? Let me show you just how I missed you too”, “I feel honored to know you've thought of me, sweetie”. 

However, at that moment, teasing didn't seem like a good answer. Too shallow to fit. The loving words slipping from her mouth — from between those pretty, sweet lips — twisted another claymore straight through his chest. 

“Love.”

Their gazes locked together once more. Sylus was surprised to hear that pet name — it wasn't unusual, but it was rare enough to make his heart skip a beat or two, or more. As if she had heard his thoughts, she leaned in closer, their breaths mingling together. 

Peace had settled around them in a thick cloak. The planet stopped rolling and the hands of the clock stood still, its sound nowhere to be heard. 

She read right through him, could feel the avoidance in his gaze and gestures, the way there was something he tried so hard to hide — and he failed, because she knew better than that. Before her eyes didn't sit a fierce beast, but rather a kind man. 

They ached to kiss, to feel each other's lips, but there was something greater burning inside their hearts, something that swayed in the small space between them. Something that could only be seen and felt when they stayed so close, stripped of all walls and shields, as they were each other's protection. 

“Are you sure you won't let me destroy whoever brought you back to square one?” he arched his eyebrow. 

The answer was obvious, Sylus was just trying his luck once more. If she had decided to do something, nothing could change her mind. The sadness in her eyes reappeared. 

“I'm sorry, Sylus.”

Once more, she hid her face against his neck, arms curling around his waist. 

“There's no need to apologize, sweetie,” he hummed. “You should rest.”

“Will you chase away my nightmares?” She's been having plenty in the past weeks. 

“Always, kitten.”

Even if for her he couldn't be the ‘big, bad mafia boss’, he will act like it if he has to. His sole reason was to protect her from whoever threatened to destroy her peace. 

“I promise I'll chase away yours in return.” 

There was no moon in the night sky. Clouds had covered every surface of it. 

Outside the window, a dove with pretty white feathers tilted its head as it stared at them with curiosity. 

A/N: The dove, yes 🥰 I'm referring to the dove MC saved in Nightplumes, the one Sylus took care of. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you can find it on YouTube or you can get the 5stars card in the wishing well, I think.

When he takes his hand away from her after she flinches, the reason why she tries to comfort him is because she knows there's still remnants of some insecurities. Sylus has gone at her pace the entire time and he is fully aware of how brutal he's been in the beginning, when they first met. However, each one of them has their own triggers, as you can see.

If you have any thoughts, you're free to leave a comment <333 Thank you for reading!

[caelacanth]

Oooooh the girls are problem solving (the ship is exploding in ten minutes)

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[doctorsiren]

A slightly different style ^^

[k1rbyl0v3r]

good because I'm cooking y'all lunches (hope no one is allergic to anything lol)/j

is no one confused why I was just posting random food? no okay

[lynxfrost13]

comm for @foxholemonster ! Thanks again!

[thanaticas]

meow meow

[whiskyarts]

So…drop some Beachie hcs. Or any character

folds my hands so politely

I tossed a few over on my main account, but I can put a few here too teehee

I'm a subscriber to the headcanon that Wolf Pack 5 Beach Bear is actually Beach Bear's dad (at the VERY least in looks) simply bc that version of Beach Bear just LOOKS like he would call you a slur and I sure do love working LGBTphobic dads into character's backstories-

anyway

i'm the resident ANGST guy and i've been left to my own devices with no close friends in this fandom yet so uhhh, i think Beach Bear comes from affluence. His parents are folks with MONEY. This let him grow up as someone with money, cause what dad doesn't love spoiling his sweet little baby girl? Growing up was fine until he started feeling very much pushed into the box of Rich Family's Talented Little Girl.

Of course that started the rebellious teenage phase of "fuck you, fuck that, fuck this, i hate everything" and put up a really strong emotional wall against his parents, not wanting them to have so much control over his life and his hobbies. This of course didn't improve any relationship he could have had with them, it just made them more likely to leave him to his own devices.

I think he chilled out a bit more once realizing he was trans, and being able to try socially transitioning among peers. I think the first time he cut his hair was probably a really dramatic sobbing meltdown in his parents' bathroom where his mom found him and was more concerned with what his dad was gonna think than with the situation as a whole.

Progressively I think his mom was more willing to see that he was taking his life in a direction that she wasn't prepared for, and that led her support level to eventually reach "I'm glad you're making yourself happy, but lets not tell your father"

Despite the intentional wedge he put between himself and his parents after he did move out, I think at his current point in life, he doesn't harbor any ill will towards them. He's happy in his life, with his friends, with his found family, and he can only hope that maybe someday his parents will turn up at a show and tell him "Hey, good job."

[irrevocablecondition]

Hi! Do you have any tips on how to balance fanfic writing/content creating with uni?

Also I love your accs you are such a voice of reason, morality, and justice in an otherwise chaotic fandom (I think most of us are good but sometimes it feels like the crazy out speak the rational)

heyy !! i don't im sorry 😭 i don't really,,, do anything? i reckon cosplayers have a harder time balancing it but i just need ten seconds in a day to film a small clip and then add some texts lols - this biggesttt issue for me is balancing uni and writing! every time i try to write my fic i remember that uni exists and i feel bad 😖

also 🫂🫂🫂 so so correct, the majority of us are fab, the rest are just louder

[audaciiaearchive]

Ikaros can tell that something is off the moment Beau opens the door. Maybe he's too stressed, too tired, too overworked. There's a lot that goes into Beau's line of business, and Ikaros wouldn't have really been that upset if he wanted to reschedule. Still, he's here now, and he thinks he ought to help him relax, maybe take his mind off of whatever seems to be bothering him. Ikaros finds that he hungers for Beau even more now that everything is out in the open. It's that sense of open honesty that Ikaros has always craved to have with someone, so...

So that's how he ends up in his lap. It was supposed to be innocent, really, but he can't ever resist an opportunity when he sees one. Lips press against Beau's neck, teeth digging into the skin. Yes, it's true, he wants to. He wants to mark every inch of Beau, take every part of him in for himself. Is it selfish? A little. Especially when he knows that Beau and Casper are a thing. It's fine, though, really. One or two hickeys shouldn't be a problem, right? Especially when he's given the okay.

Ikaros finds himself laughing against his neck, not out of malice, but out of joy. "Oh, baby, you shouldn't have said that," he murmurs, pressing his hips up against him as he bites down again, sucking on the skin hard and long enough to leave a bruise. It's barely visible from underneath his collar, peeking out like a little surprise, something that might make someone wonder about the rest.

He moves his hands to unbutton Beau's shirt, just enough to push it down to reveal more of his beautiful chest and collarbones. He trails his kisses down to his shoulder, biting down there, a hand pushing up into his hair to grab it and pull. "How's that?" he murmurs, grinning up at him. "You like that?"

@audaciiae said: ❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ / accepting

i was exhausted, it had been three days since i’d had any real sleep, my whole body ached and if i hadn’t already agreed to see him that night, i would have been spending the day in bed with the blinds down and my phone off. but i didn’t like letting him down, especially when there wasn’t actually a reason. he understood, now, what i did for a living, so when there was no other option but to cancel, i tried not to feel guilty - but i had been stood up enough to know how it felt, and i hated doing that to him.

but i was hardly a ball of energy when ikaros - that was still hard to get my head around - showed up at the apartment, and i knew he sensed that something was off. “ sorry about the mess, ” i’d said, about a single discarded jacket on the couch, “ it’s been a crazy week. ” that had been all i’d needed to say, all i wanted to say, because everything else tied too heavily into people i just couldn’t tell him about, people i didn’t want to think about, when he was there, and beautiful, and soft to the touch.

if there had been plans, i couldn’t remember them, and he didn’t seem too bothered about reminding me, which was how we ended up on the sofa, he had climbed on top of me, and i felt, for the first time in days, a sense of peace finally breaking into my gloomy psyche. my hand lifted, gently raking through his hair and smiling softly. i had been trying, very hard, to ignore the jolt of friction that his body had given mine when he had positioned himself over my hips and leaned on my chest, i tried even harder to keep the touch of my fingers on the strip of flesh where his hoodie had lifted soft and undemanding. i couldn’t think of anything worse than him thinking i was using him.

i needn’t have worried. ikaros lowered his head, and i sucked in a sharp breath as his lips pressed against my neck, my other hand fell and found its way onto his hip, and i swallowed as his lips lingered on the soft, sensitive skin over my pulse. then i felt the teeth. it wasn’t much more than a playful nip, soothed almost instantly with another kiss, but i couldn’t help my reaction. regardless of who i was away from him, i tended to be the one who initiated, i tended to be the one who took a little more control, he seemed to like it that way, but the murmur of his voice against my throat, low and vibrating through my skin did something to me that i wasn’t sure i’d ever be able to put into words.

i blinked at him as he pulled back, and my fingers tightened on his waist, desperate to stop him retreating any further as my voice came out, hoarse and rough, “ do it then. ”