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reasons why i relate to tav, the main character from baldurs gate 3:

shouldn’t have wished to live in more interesting times.

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locket.

sephiroth is the kind of guy you'd keep a picture of in a locket you wear going to war

you'll look at his picture and smile, the warmest tears you've ever shed rolling down your face, the only regret you die with being that you'll never get to see him again

he's the kind of beautiful that you see once and never forget, the kind that'll never be a memory, the kind that consumes, the kind you'd willingly be consumed by, the one and only

you'll die remembering his name and nothing more

wishing he was there

but he isn't. he arrives when you're already gone. too late.

on the pale snow, your blood spreads, a stream of crimson flowers blooming across the winter

on his pale hands, staining them a cruel red

too late

too late.

your hand clutches your locket with a passionate intensity, even in death.

and he cries, salty pearls, delicate, delicately gorgeous

his ethereality sits in the darkness of death,

an angel kneeling by your side

his silver locks liquid moonlight spilling across the white snow

his chapped lips whispering your name

sacred, lost

never to return

he brings your hand to his lips

a parting kiss

as he lies in the snow, unable to feel its coldness

next to you

and only you.

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wonderful day to be alive

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THE BRICK WAS THROWN AT ME OH MY LORD/pos

Wrote this fluff out of spite, since the fandom likes to keep reminding me that Gavin will outlive the DAMN crew:

Gavin and Freelancer always knew kids were off the table. No big decision, it just wasn't for them.

But when Huxley and Damien finally get through the adoption process and introduce a shy but sweet little girl to 'Uncle Gavin'...well, Gavin feels that tug at his heart much more than he expected.

When Lasko and Dear bring home baby twins, Uncle Gavin feels that heart-tug again as they learn to walk, and start walking towards him.

His found family is expanding, growing, and he's so honored to be a part of it. He and Freelancer gush and coo over their niblings, and love them more than anything.

The Crew all stay in Dahlia. It's their home, it's their family. As they age, Gavin and the kids all help out in caring for them. One by one, Gavin says goodbye to his original found family. Eventually, he says goodbye to the love of his life.

But he's never alone. Uncle Gavin is always surrounded by his friends' children. And they live on through them.

Huxley and Damien's daughter has drive, ambition, and the kindest heart. Lasko and Dear's twins have soft voices, generous souls, and a surprisingly subtle mischievous streak.

Eventually, these kids all find partners, friends, and families of their own. And every time, he is introduced as 'Uncle Gavin'.

He's a fixture in all their lives throughout the generations. As people come into the fold, they explain to newcomers that Uncle Gavin always has been and always will be there.

And more often than not, he'll catch glimpses of his first family. Someone will have Damien's laugh or Freelancer's wit, Huxley's empathy or Lasko's intuition, or Dear's sense of humor.

He misses his first found family, his partner, and will for as long as he exists. But surrounded by the legacy of the love they all shared, Uncle Gavin knows that they will always be with him.

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david shaw.

most importantly david shaw's scratchy five o'clock shadow face buried in the soft part of your neck after he crawls, exhausted, into bed at two in the morning

most importantly the way your arms fit perfectly around his neck and his arms nestle right in that dip between your ribs and hips and his hands feel like heating pads against the small of your back

most importantly the little snuffles and grunts he makes as he gets comfortable

most importantly the way you pretend to be sleeping because he get softer, vulnerable, more gentle when he thinks you're not paying attention. because old habits die hard, but also because david thinks it means more when nobody is looking.

most importantly david who treasures you because he never thought he'd get married or fall in love once he became alpha and here you are.

most importantly david who smells like warmth and outside and the forest and something sharper and rougher than all of that. david who smells like soft sheets and home.

most importantly, now you can wear the shaw pack hoodie and claim that it does in fact have your name on it.

most importantly referring to yourself as "mrs. shaw" or "mr. shaw" or "mx shaw" or whatever you want but you're HIS. you have his name on you. forever.

most importantly, david shaw loves you, and it hurts him impossibly so.

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If y’all make D’Deridahn art y’all should tag me immediately…. For research purposes…

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hii!!! i hope youre happy and healthy!! soft thoughts today surround geralt and those hugs ???!!!! the man can really hug :( like imagine either him being worried about you or vice versa or youre both celebrating something which result in emotional, high powered hugs :((

(hope this was okay!!:D)

hello!! i also hope you are doing super good and well!! oh my gosh anon come back we need more of these soft thoughts because holy cow your mind, my brain is always thinking about those hugs, literally all the time, so this was more than okay!! in fact it was so okay i had to put most of this under the cut, so i hope you enjoy these soft hug thoughts!! (psst let me know if you want an emoji my dear anon :))

geralt + hugs

pairing ~ geralt of rivia x gn!reader

word count ~ 1.2k

warnings ~ fluff, hurt/comfort, minor angst, geralt is strong, so much hugging, sleepy geralt

worried hugs

Geralt is never really one for hugging, with the exception of those few moments when he finds his resolve crumbling at the sight of someone he loves needing him, as much as he hates that.

It isn't that he refuses to show any affection towards you, it's only that it's usually in other ways. Whether that be cooking a meal for you after a long day or getting a bath prepared for when you finally come back to him. You know that he cares, it's just in a very Geralt way.

The first time he hugs you, really hugs you, not just a quick pat on the back, is when he thought he'd never be able to feel you ever again.

He's shocked to even be seeing you here, you usually hang back with Jaskier. His mind is already spinning from trying to deal with this Kikimora that just doesn't seem to want to die.

He hears you rather than sees you at first, your voice is strained as you yell for him.

He grumbles to himself. He told you not to come. It was for your own good.

Yet here you are anyways, running to his side to assist him.

He can't even bring himself to be angry at you, no, not while you're still in danger. He'll save that discussion for later.

In only a few seconds he's filled with another type of rage, not the dull, competitive annoyance that pushed him through even the most inconvenient of monsters, this was different. This was the sort of anger that blinded him, one fueled by his innate need to protect you.

The only sounds in his ears are you, your soft gasps and yelps as he finishes the beast off in front of you.

He doesn't miss a beat as he drops his sword, his hands immediately surging towards you as he searches you, fingers tracing over every corner of your skin.

He persists even when he hears your hushed murmurs, "Geralt, I'm fine, I promise-"

After he finishes confirming what you already know to be true, he's pulling you into him, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and threatening to squeeze all air from your lungs.

"I told you not to come here." He grunts, sighing deeply, taking in your familiar, pleasant scent as if it were the last time he'd ever be able to do so.

His rough hands are rubbing along your back, he notices how your shoulders rise and fall as you breathe. The feeling makes him smile, a reminder that you're still with him.

"Don't do that again." He swallows, pulling you impossibly closer against his chest before continuing. "I could've lost you."

goodbye hugs

These hugs hurt the most, but are somehow the most comforting.

You know that these moments are to be expected, you understand that it's just the nature of his work, but you'd be lying if you said that some nights you wished he just stayed and laid with you until the sun rose.

Monsters would always exists in the universe, what was one more night with you?

He huffs, his armor-clad shoulders sagging as he takes you in a final time from the doorway.

You could say something, wish him luck on his journey, tell him how much you'll miss him, but all words die out when you look up at him.

His brow is furrowed, a soft, melancholy smile playing on his lips. His eyes trace your form, starting from the floor, his gaze travelling every curve and dip until he is looking straight back at you. "I'll miss you-oof"

Without any hesitation, he's wrapping his arms around you, your hands snake around his waist as you close your eyes, your cheek pressed against the metal of his chest plate.

There aren't any more words exchanged, just hushed sniffles and whimpers from you as he rubs calming circles on your back.

You'd plead for him to stay with you, but you both know that he has to leave, and as if he was reading your mind, he pulls you even closer against him.

You can feel his lips press a gentle kiss against your head as he finally breaks the silence, "I'll always come back to you. I promise."

sleepy hugs

These are the hugs you look forward to the most, as much as you adore those loving welcome home hugs, or the powerful, all consuming hugs he gives when he's worried about you, these hugs come when his mind is almost entirely turned off, when there's no subconscious worry of anyone seeing him share his affections towards you.

These hugs come when there are no more monsters to fight, no bards to bother him, no imminent end of days, just you and him and his desperate need to touch you.

You're typically asleep when he comes home, but that never stops him from unceremoniously dropping himself onto the bed after he's shed himself of all his armor, and lazily maneuvering you into his arms as if you weigh nothing, pressing you against his chest as flush as possible as he breathes in all that is you.

You hum when you finally, slowly stir awake, feeling his lips pressed at the junction between your shoulder and your neck.

"You're home" You breath cheerfully, still too fatigued to make any sound louder than a whisper.

He sighs deeply, like the weight of the world had suddenly been removed from his shoulders the instant he hears your voice.

His eyes are heavy with sleep as they flutter closed before he finally speaks to you with a gentle, tired smile.

"Missed you..." He grumbles, "Always miss you..."

He holds you so firmly and so gently all at once, like you're something from a dream he's too scared to break, yet too afraid to let go of in fear that you'll disappear into thin air.

Even as the sun begins to peak through your curtains, he still refuses to allow one inch of space between the two of you.

You may try to squirm away from him, not that you really want to get away, but he'll just easily pull you back against him with a grunt, "Stay... Please..." He mumbles, "...Just want to feel you."

welcome home hugs

Due to the lack of communication from Geralt while he's on the road, you're never really sure when he's going to come back, which is both the most frustrating and thrilling part of when he leaves you.

You hate not knowing where he is or how he's doing, but also, that deep, hopeful part of your heart knows he'll come back to you, he always does.

The waiting is always the worst part, but in a way, you wouldn't have it any other way. It just makes his return to you that much more forceful.

You're going about your day as usual when you hear it, a muffled clanking of armor and swords and the soft whinnying of Roach.

You scramble towards the door, dropping whatever long forgotten task you had been occupying your thoughts with without a thought as you fling the door open.

You collide into each other, wrapping your arms around one another without a moment of thought, molding against each other's bodies as if you were two missing puzzle pieces finally coming together.

He squeezes you against him as if he were trying to absorb you, all you can feel, breathe, and see is him.

His warmth consumes you, and it makes you wonder how you survived in the frigid temperatures in your own loneliness for so long.

There are no words exchanged, just soft touches and swaying, and if no words are said for the rest of the night, that's just fine by you.

Because for the first time in months, Geralt's holding you.

He's safe, he's in one piece, and he's holding you.

And that's all that matters anyway.

geralt hugs my beloved, i would pay actually every dollar in my bank account to get a hug from this man and that is simply. not a joke. :) i hope you enjoyed this dear anon!! i'm sorry it took me so long to finish this, i just wanted to make sure there was the right amount of yearning :) and feel free to come back anytime my soft thought anon!! soft thoughts are welcome always!! mwauh!! i hope you are all doing so good!!

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LaDs with a Reader Who Cries Easily

AN: written for people like me who can cry on demand. Seriously I did not just sob during work today.

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Genre: Hurt and comfort

Ingredients: 75% comfort, 10% angst, 15% fluff

My Fav: Xavier and Caleb but damn if Rafayel's part is not written based on my life story.

Xavier:

"Don't leave me," you whisper, hugging him tightly. Surrounded by the still hush of Starfall Forest, you hold him like you can anchor him here with your arms alone.

"Xavier, please..." you beg again, voice raw.

It had been days since the mission. You made it back...barely. He was safe, they told you. Resting. Recovering from heavy metaflux exposure in the association hospital.

But he hadn’t opened his eyes. Not once.

You sit beside him now, curled up in the sterile white light of the room, his hand gripped tightly in yours.

"Wake up," you whisper, tears sliding down your cheeks. "Xavier... please don’t leave. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

And then...his fingers twitch. You blink down, breath caught in your throat. He’s looking at you.

"Xavier!" You move to hit the nurse button, to call the doctors—

but his hand tightens around yours and pulls you down gently.

"You're crying," he murmurs. His voice is hoarse, barely more than breath. "Don’t cry. I don’t like it."

You sit back down, still stunned, still crying. You bring his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss against his skin.

"That’s not important. How are you?" You mash the nurse call button, eyes never leaving his.

"Does it hurt anywhere? Do you feel okay?" Your voice trembles. You take him in. His eyes, gods, his eyes...focused, alive, looking back at you.

And just like that, you break all over again.

"I thought I lost you," you whisper, folding yourself into him. "Don’t leave me, Xavier. I can’t bear it. Please."

When the doctors rush in a few minutes later, it’s to the sight of their patient, eyes barely open, body still weak, holding his weeping guardian in his arms.

The one who was supposed to protect him. And doing what he can to keep you from falling apart.

Rafayel:

"You could have died." His voice is sharp. Not loud, but cutting. A cold edge that usually hides itself behind velvet words.

You flinch, but you don’t step back. "I didn’t," you say. "And I got the protocore. We finished the mission—"

"That’s not the point." His are shoulders tense, eyes burning like sea-fire. "You ran into a collapse zone without backup. You ignored the comms. You left your team behind. Tara told me everything."

You’re trying to hold it together. You really are. But your chest is already tightening, that awful warmth rising to your throat.

"I had to improvise," you mumble. "Things changed. It was either act or lose the shot."

"And if you’d been wrong?" he snaps. "What then? If the tunnel had sealed behind you? If the flux reached critical?"

You look away. It’s not because he’s right. It’s because you’re trying not to cry. Your fingers twitch at your sides, useless.

"I didn’t do it to be reckless, Rafayel. I did it because I knew I could handle it." Your voice shakes. You hate that it shakes. "I didn’t need saving."

"That’s not what this is about," He counters, unrelenting.

"Yes, it is!" you bark, and the sound breaks and cracks in the middle. Tears sting your eyes. You blink hard. Fail.

He sees them. Of course he does. And it breaks his expression wide open.

You try to wipe your face with the back of your hand. "I’m not weak for taking a risk. Stop looking at me like I’m...like I’m some fragile little thing that needs to be tucked away."

"You’re not," he says instantly.

You sniff, struggling to breathe right through the emotion building in your chest. "I get that you’re scared. But I’m scared too, Rafayel. And I go anyway. That’s the job. That’s me."

His eyes soften, the fury burned out now. "You don’t understand," he murmurs. "If something happened to you… I wouldn’t survive it. I know what I’ve lost before. I can’t do that again."

You look at him. Tear-streaked, red-eyed, still furious.

And finally, he steps closer. Lifts a hand to your cheek, slow and careful. "You don’t need to be rescued," he whispers. "But I still pray every time you leave me."

Zayne:

"Zayne…" You bury your face in his chest, hands gripping the fabric of his cardigan. Your voice is muffled, breath hitching. "So sad," you manage, your fingers twisting in his shirt.

Zayne doesn’t ask. He just wraps his arms around you and waits.

The flicker of the screen casts soft light across the living room.

Bambi stares into the forest. His mother is gone.

You sniff. "It's so sad," you whisper again, pressing your cheek against him.

Zayne's hand moves slowly along your spine.

"He’s just a baby, Zayne." Your voice cracks this time, and your tears return, warm and, aching.

You look up, eyes glossy and wide. And Zayne, your ever-patient, always-observing husband , cups your face in his hands.

"I know, darling," he says gently. His thumbs sweep your cheeks. "I know."

You curl into him again, and he lets you. Doesn’t shush you. Doesn’t laugh, even when the credits roll.

Because he knows. You’re not crying just for a fawn on a screen. You’re crying for the child inside you who still aches when love is lost.

Who still hopes no one is ever left alone in the woods.

That no child is ever left to be pried open like prey on a cold metal table.

Sylus:

He hadn't expected it. All the frustration, the anger, the sharp edges, gone in an instant, as he watches tears slip down your face.

The gun in your hand shakes. Sylus lowers his own hand that once clutched yours, holding the gun in your palm, steady. The hand that had once pressed it to his chest now limp at his side.

"Why are you doing this?" you sniff. "Why are you making me do this?" Your voice trembles and your lips too.

And Sylus...he forgets how to breathe.

You’re crying. He’s never seen you cry. Not even in death. Not in any of the lifetimes you’ve shared.

But this one, this version of you...you’re different. Softer. Still young. Still breakable. Your innocence, somehow, preserved despite the blood-soaked path behind you both.

Not like the last you, the fighter, the firebrand, the one who matched his storm blow for blow. That soul had fit against his like flint and steel.

But you... You don’t fight. You just endure. Just like the past days of his cruelty. You endure without once retaliating. Leaving him a stranger to this game.

You're still in his lap, trembling, trying to gather yourself. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand. Your eyes rimmed red, but steady now. Almost calm.

"I cannot resonate with you," you whisper, meeting his gaze. "It’s not my fault. And I may not like you but that doesn’t mean I’ll kill you." Your voice doesn't shake anymore. But Sylus does.

Because you’re looking him in the eye. And for the first time in all his lives, he can’t hold the gaze.

All the thundering emotions in him drain, leaving only this one desperate thing, to Stay.

Caleb:

Caleb pins you to the couch, and you break.

You burst into sobs. Inconsolable. You turn your face from him, silent, and his world shatters.

He had forgotten. How easily you used to cry as a child. Over bruised knees and broken toys, how you’d come running to him, arms outstretched, no shame in your grief.

But now… He isn't the Colonel anymore. Not at the sight of you like this. He steps back as if burned. Eyes wide. Breathing uneven.

You curl in on yourself. Small and shaking.

How didn’t he see it? How could one chip, one cold, lifeless thing, erase this?

The devastation and the weight of it all comes crashing down on him. Witnessing the quiet ache you carried across time to find him.

How could he measure his love against yours? All those months…you had mourned him. You had searched for him.

And in the end, all you found was a stranger.

He wants to hold you. To take the pain away. To do something right.

But he doesn’t know if he can. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to anymore.

So he runs. Because he no longer believes he deserves your forgiveness. Not even your tears.

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Reckless

Zayne x gn!Reader

I cry real easy when I feel like/know someone is upset with me, so these hcs hit close to home, but especially Zayne's. Had to write smth about it, even tho it's really short

Based on this post by @mwphisto

Warnings: hurt/comfort, injury, pain, crying, apologies

Word Count: 658

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"You need to stop being so reckless." Zayne's voice leaves no room for argument. So you don't. You bite your tongue.

His hands work precisely as they work a needle through your leg. The site is numb, injected with lidocaine to block the pain. The rest of you still hurts, though. The bruises on your back. The scrape on your cheek. Your dislocated and relocated shoulder. The throbbing headache-concussion combo.

It was a messy fight. No backup, no partners, lots of Wanderers. They'd sneak up behind you, catch you off guard. Too many times you dodged from one attack directly into another. But you kept fighting. The thought of retreat never crossed your mind; it was too important to your mission that these monsters be dealt with. So you dealt with them. By the time help did arrive, protocores littered the ground. An ambulance rushed you over to the hospital. Zayne was there to greet you.

It was pure chance, honestly. They needed help in the ER and he finished his rounds quickly, so he offered his assistance. You still remember the way his eyes widened at the sight of your face. The way they scanned down your body at everything injured, broken, out of place. The way they turned cold. Honed in on the job at hand. The tension in his jaw as he grabbed one side of the gurney and guided it into a room. The silence as he worked.

At least now he's talking to you.

He frowns deeper as he finishes the last stitch. He sets the needle and forceps aside. Grabs a roll of gauze and wraps it around your calf. Then he grabs the roll of bandages and gets to work covering it.

"Is it so hard to wait for backup before you run into danger?" he asks. He doesn't want an answer. He sighs. Tugs the bandage a little tighter and secures it. "You're lucky your injuries aren't more serious."

You keep your eyes down as he stands. He grabs a clipboard, already set with papers about your condition and vitals. The scratch of a pen against paper. It sounds rough. He's writing quicker than usual. A lump forms in your throat. Thick and sticky, building with the sting behind your eyes.

"I'm confining you to strict bedrest and observation. You'll stay here for the night. I'm also writing you a doctor's note for work. You won't be allowed to go back into the field until you've been cleared by a doctor. Understand?"

You bite your lip. You're trembling. Body shaking as you fight back the growing tidal wave of emotion. You blink, tears slipping from your eyes.

"Understand?" he asks again, sharper this time. The writing stops. "... Y/N?"

That softness when he says your name. That warmth, that gentle concern. It's all it takes for a sob to break free, torn from your throat. Then it's like you can't stop. Your lungs constrict tightly, heaving around sounds you muffle with your hand. You nod pathetically.

He steps forward, walking on eggshells. The clipboard is set on the examination table beside you. Your knees bump against his hips. You recoil, trying to pull your legs in closer so you don't touch him. So you don't upset him. So he can't find another reason to scold you. But it just hurts. Electricity shoots up your leg.

He shushes you softly. His arms wrap around you, careful not to hurt you further. He steps forward until your knees have no choice but to press up against him as he pulls you into his chest. You don't fight it this time. Your forehead presses against his collarbone. One of his hands cradles the back of your head. His cheek rests on the crown.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. He tenderly rubs your back, featherlight, wary of all the bruises he'd just assessed. You choke on another sob. "Shh. It's alright, my love. I'm sorry."

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H-hey *drops all their obey me fanarts because I wanna make commissions*

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Tears don't suit you

Summary: They find you in tears during a quarrel with your father. Characters: Riddle Rosehearts x reader (Riddle Rosehearts & reader), Leona Kingscholar x reader (leona kingscholar & reader) WC: 1,4K CW: gn!reader; there may be mistakes in the text because English is not my native language; this headcanon can be romantic or platonic - as you wish!

Riddle Rosehearts:

You're missing.

Riddle should get used to the fact that you can appear out of nowhere and disappear into nowhere, like Chenya, but he can't. Especially when a well - known duo of offenders disappears besides you - you, quiet, not particularly sociable, always get into trouble with them.

More precisely, you try to get the Adeuce out of these troubles, but being so weak, you end up up to your ears in trouble yourself.

Riddle can't help but worry about you — even before his overblot, you were in his good standing due to your calm and obedient disposition.

...Therefore, when he does find you, he falls into a stupor.

You… Are you crying? You cry quietly, lowering your head low in front of a man who looks like you. It seems to be your father.

Well, his presence here is not surprising — today was the day when anyone could enter the college of the night raven. Usually, families do not miss such a chance to see their children.

But still, why?

"I can't get through to you forever! Why did I buy you a phone? So that you can play your games?"

"I set it to silent in class and just sometimes forget to switch back—"

"You keep forgetting everything! Seventeen years, and there were no brains, and they did not appear. And stop whining already, I'm explaining everything to you as it is. How did you even get to your age with such a character? You always start crying when I criticize you. Look into my eyes, you whiner!"

That was the most inappropriate word to describe you.

No matter how much Riddle thought about it, he couldn't remember a single time when you cried in the Harstlabule. Even in your first year, when, according to others, he "terrorized" the dormitory and was still a tyrant. Even when students from other dormitories saw you as an easy target for bullying and you didn't think to respond to them in any way. Even…

When the overblot swallowed him up, you tried to do everything in your power.

Riddle saw an unwavering spirit in you.

The one that was being trampled into the ground. You were being crushed and you couldn't say anything in response.

Riddle cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention to himself. His heart sank into his stomach at the startled look you gave him.

The man, who had been looking at you with a mixture of severity and anger, instantly changed, smiling at Rosehearts.

"I'm sorry," the man apologized when Riddle began to approach you. "You came running at the noise, didn't you? [Name] said that no one was here at this time, but apparently they forgot… Once again."

Riddle pursed his lips, struck by a sudden realization. The way you flinched at first when he yelled at the offenders… And the way you were doing it now, when your father was raising his voice…

Did you see your father in him?

A very unpleasant discovery.

"The rule of the Queen of Hearts 811…"

"What?"

Riddle sighed through his teeth. He couldn't believe he was saying this, but even more he didn't want to believe that he should just walk away and leave you alone.

"The rule of the Queen of Hearts 811: no card soldier should bow his head and listen… Criticism from no one but his queen"

After finishing this sentence (with too much effort for himself), Riddle quickly grabs your wrist and drags you away. It seems to shock your father so much that he doesn't even mind when you disappear into the maze of the garden.

Riddle doesn't turn around, but he hears your soft sobs.

He doesn't say anything. Unfortunately, he had never been taught to comfort other people, and he had never thought about it himself.

Riddle will fix it. Later. But now…

"...Housewarden, isn't the queen's rule 810?"

...He needs to find a way out of the situation.

Leona Kingscholar:

He was the very first to return to college from winter break. Well, or so Leona thought for a while.

The first thing he heard was rapid breathing, the second was the muffled voice of an unknown man. This voice definitely did not belong to any of the teachers. After a second, he realized that this man was not here, but was just coming from someone's phone.

He has sharp hearing, you know?

Anyway, it's none of his business. Leona was going to head to the hostel and sleep — he was unbearably tired during these holidays, the Checka squeezed all the juices out of him. But…

He casually glanced at this source of noise as he passed by, and immediately stopped.

Uh. So it's you.

Not surprising. You always managed to make a fuss, even when you tried to be quiet. Leona could hear you laughing even from his room when you were chatting with Jack on the street. Even your heartbeat is always amazingly loud when he used you as a pillow. You're loud, cheerful, clumsy…

Now she was standing in the hallway and trying to swallow her tears, not wanting to give away her condition to the person on the other side of the tube. You were so caught up in this activity that you still haven't noticed it.

Leona… To say the least, he is unhappy. In all the three years that you've known each other, he's never seen you in tears. You laughed even when you got bruised; even when a disk accidentally flew into your forehead and split your eyebrow.

The next second, he was frowning, and the tail was furiously flapping behind him. He listened to what the man was saying.

These were outright insults. Sometimes his voice would get louder and you would flinch.

"You should use your brain at least once in a while. Sometimes it seems to me that you are of the same development as a nine-year-old child, although he will be smar-"

Leona snatches the phone out of your hands and hangs up. You stare at the blank screen in fright, then turn your gaze to the beastman and swallow.

"It's been a long time, Leona. You came back toda-"

"What was that just now?" he growls and you see how his ears are pressed to the top of his head.

Is he, is he angry? Did you do something wrong? I probably should have gone straight out into the courtyard so as not to attract attention, but how could you have known that the headman of Savanclaw would also arrive today?

"Just a lecture from my father. I made a mistake again and—" "What did you do?" "What?" "What mistake did you make?"

You fell silent, looking down at the floor. Leona chuckled—you didn't even understand why you were being insulted!

"It's none of your business. Return the phone, my father will definitely be even more angry that I smugly dropped the ca-"

At the same moment, the phone in his hands rang. The number that appeared on the screen was unfamiliar and Leona could only grin — you, who had no problem handing out your number to first-year students if they needed help, and also wrote down their numbers, did not bother to write down your own father's number.

Without thinking for a second, he turns off the phone. He won't be calling now.

"Leona!"

At first he thinks of throwing the phone into the bush, but then he just hides it in his pants pocket. He could have bought you a new one, but then listen to you whine about all sorts of photos and profiles in video games? Fire me.

"Leona!!!"

"Hush. I want to sleep, so let's go."

"But Father—"

"Tell him everything as it is. If he has any objections, I'll be happy to listen to them," he interrupts you with the most smug expression you've ever seen on his face.

Well, your father really can't say anything about it. Not when his opponent is the second prince of Sunset Savanna…

[goths4gambit]

it's over!

isn't that crazy? from june 4th to july 4th, we ran a campaign for killer chat! expanded edition.

you all came together and successfully funded the game in 6 hours, 30 mins, thus making the game happen and damning munstxr to many buckets of oil to slather our serials in! (i was getting a tesco meal deal when it hit, so it did feel quite surreal.)

 not only that, you also funded…

✅ the overkill dlc ✅ the feli & luca romance routes dlc ✅ the killing spree dlc ✅ angel's closet bonus

 and from our community goals, you unlocked…

✅ customisable mc background ✅ kc blooper reel ✅ in-game music player for the expanded edition!

is there anything the kc community can't do?

safe to say, we are so grateful for all of the love you've showered us in! i'll be dropping a roadmap soon, so you guys know the plan i've got sketched out for you all ❤️

but for now, it's time to celebrate with your serials! our killers have recorded a special thank you video for you all :3 it goes live in a couple mins, so, stay seated!

[goths4gambit]

Starscream & SG! Starscream x Cybertronian! reader

Finally! Luckily there was still an unfinished draft in the folder… otherwise I really wouldn't have drawn anything in May...

I think their personality differences are interesting :D

[goths4gambit]

magnum opus

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Guys.. I know I really should answer my bg3 requests, but im not focused enough on bg3 rn...so plz plz request K-pop demon hunters stuff or date everything ☝️☝️☝️ (only guys, sorry ladies)

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scars

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cloud in costa del sol if he wasn’t busy saving the world TT