#// He's just so

[toughbunnyforever]

the beginning and the end

[eskeptical]

obsessed with the idea of simon 'ghost' riley not being used to having someone else to come home to. for him to open the door to his flat, his senses heightened when he sees a pair of shoes at the entrance that aren't his.

he's so used to being lonely he forgets you're there waiting for him. but the reminder does him well, and he sets his things on the floor before quietly looking around for you. he forgets to take off his balaclava, as he always does, accustomed to it as though it's etched onto his skin, an extension of him until it's not, until you remind him by trailing your fingers on its edges and lifting it up when he's sitting on the couch next to you.

and he's not sure whether to be on alert when the pads of your thumbs wipe off the black smudges around his eyes so gently when he's used to grabbing a rough tissue and scrubbing it off because he had no idea he could be treated with care. no one was there to teach him or show him otherwise.

[thepixelagora]

Wanted to try out Clip Studio, ended up with Gaz

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[thebluespacecow]

I cannot be the only one fucking Insane about Laios as a little drwoven guy. Like. Come on gang. Look at him!!! Look at that little guy with those broad hands and soft cheeks!!!

He's fucking adorable!!!!

I need to hold him.

[intermundia]

may 2005 GQ hayden my love

[vinnianlovesdinosaurs]

[poetryvampire]

I'm so so normal about raphael falling victim to his human side and trying to push anyway his gross pathetic lovey dovey feelings for tav until some dramatic moments where he is physically unable to contain himself. Like tav getting real fucked up in battle and Raphael taking them back home for healing. But even after things aren't much better and Raphael is just losing it ripping and clawing at everything around him in frustration. Crying very real desperate tears that make him hate himself for showing such weaknesses. Or on the other hand, tav being a little too tender with him one night. Running their fingers through his hair, peppering him with chaste little kisses and just making him feel a level of comfort he's never really felt with another person. Hes so panicked his heart is pounding but he can't move he just can't wrap his head around being genuinely loved.

[francixoxoxo]

your coriolanus fluff is unbelievably good and upsettingly scarce. could you write something for him reacting to reader being sick? or to follow off the ballerina theme, maybe she’s gotten injured to the point she has to take a break and is left to follow him around the mansion all day, attached to hip wether he likes it or not and clingier than usual?

thank you :) i love your writing

Oh this is adorable and thank you so much!! That means a lot 🫶🫶

˚✧ ₊ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 ୨ৎ

When the doctor told you that you had “dancer’ fracture,” you were rightfully upset. Dance wasn’t a chore for you, it was a passion and a pleasure. Now you’d have to stay off your feet for weeks! It wasn’t career ending, but it was certainly boring for you. And oh, so frustrating!

Coriolanus is adamant that you don’t do any more walking than you need. You groan as he reminds you this, guiding you by the elbows back into your shared room, seeing to it that you got back into bed. “I feel fine!”

“It’s certainly not healed, not this quickly.” Coryo shakes his head, sitting on the edge of your bed and rubbing a hand over your stomach gently, mindlessly. “The medicine is making your body forget that it needs rest.” You roll your eyes at that know-it-all attitude of his, laying your hand over his.

“I’m not cancerous.” You pout, hoping the expression breaks through his resolve.

“Of course.”

“I’m not a horse with a bad leg.”

“I’d never suggest it.”

“I can walk on my own just fine.”

“I disagree.” Coriolanus has a crooked grin splitting his face now, his eyes crinkling as he shook his head. You groaned again, only bringing him to sneak a hand behind your hair and press a kiss to your forehead.

You put your hands over your eyes as he pulled away, embarrassed of the tears welling in them. “Oh, I feel so lazy!” Coriolanus’ brows draw at the sudden change in your demeanor. He gently lowers your hands from your face with his hands around your wrists. “Lazy? My love, you’re anything but lazy. You work harder than anyone I know.” His voice is sweet and low with honesty, but you still feel utterly helpless.

“I can’t do a thing but sit here!” Your tone was just a bit accusing, Coriolanus presses his lips. He finds a way around to hold both your hands, his eyes flicking twixt both of yours as if the answer to his predicament were in your irises. He nods after a while. “Come sit in my office with me. While I work.”

Your brows furrow as you blink away the tears that almost spilled over. At your little nod, Coriolanus slips his arms under your knees and back, grunting softly as he straightens up. The whole way to his home office, he promises you’ll enjoy it, you’ll learn a bit of politics as it happens, he’ll keep you entertained. Surprisingly, you did enjoy it, watching his colleagues and subordinates come and go from his office.

Between visitors, Coryo came to sit on the edge of the chaise you laid across, rubbing a strong hand over your knee. He'd murmur a sly joke about the politician who'd just left, relishing in your giggle or the scrunch of your nose. He was enjoying your company greatly, even your quiet presence in the room as he worked was a comfort. It was clear he was relieved when you declined his offer to go back to your room, insisting that you'd be bored up there.

You'd been quietly listening to a particular man as he talked with your husband, who wore a dark expression. It was a matter of military spending, peacekeepers in the poorer districts, a few unrelated riots and-- "Perhaps this isn't a matter for feminine ears?" The snob raised an eyebrow at you, his hands giving away his skittish personality. Coriolanus took one glance at you, shaking his head.

In a smooth yet firm tone, your husband told the man, "Whatever it is, she can hear it." His wrung hands rocked a bit on the glass-top desk. Coriolanus didn't entertain his speech for very long after the insult to your intelligence. When he left, he admitted to you with a chuckle and fingers carding through your hair, "He was a dolt, my dear. I don't think his ears were suited to the topic."

Coriolanus told you he had to get his suit tailored, assuming you'd stay home, but you ever-so-sweetly asked to come with. Who was he to deny you? You sat in an upholstered armchair, chatting with the seamstress like you'd known her your whole life. Watching your husband get measured, meeting his eyes in the mirror. You'd never been so clingy as you had when you became injured; even in the car, you were leaning on his shoulder, clasping his hand tightly.

When the day was done, Coryo offered to bring you to bed while he took a nightly walk through the garden. But you very eagerly told him you wanted to come with, and his resolve was thinner than paper with you. Whether he liked it or not, you were trailing after him like a puppy dog. Or, more accurately, you were carried in his arms through the rose garden like a baby who couldn't be left unattended.

"Am I allowed to go to the bathroom alone?" Coriolanus joked, shifting you in his arms. You nosed the collar of his suit, the top few buttons undone now that the clock struck nine PM.

"Mmm, afraid not. I'll be lonely." You hummed, though his chuckle brought giggles out of yourself. Frankly, he didn't mind one bit. Having you around was energizing, a constant reminder of why he worked, what he would get to hold at night.

When you were healed, you insisted Coriolanus come sit in the studio as your instructor helped you get back into the swing of things. You finally had something to do again, no longer depending on your husband for entertainment around the house. He almost missed seeing your face as he worked, searching for your expression when the person across from him said something outrageous, ordering an extra coffee to his office for you. Just when he was going to ask if you could spare an hour for him, you'd pushed the double doors to his study, sprawling yourself out on the chaise and claiming, "I was getting lonely."

[gatoiberico]

scribbly

[2aceofspades]

Time for yet another...

✨Peepaw doodle dump✨

I love this old man so much gah...

Also, these are all from today...whew...

[papayaayaart]

A short animation of Shane (Stardew Valley)

Thank you so much for 400 notes on my Shane and Aggie sketches!! I dug up this very short animation I did in Nov 2023 and decided to colour and share it as thanks for the sweet messages! 💜

I was expecting around 10 interactions MAX when I posted it, so I actually cried tears of joy at all the sweet comments :,)

As extra thanks, I've provided a version of this mp4 video (without the watermark and text box) up to purchase for just £2 minimum on my Ko-Fi for anybody who's interested!

I will definitely be posting more Shane content!! Mostly for me but also for the fellow Shane supporters!! Tysm again!

Below is just a still, high quality png of my favourite frame from the short animation ⬇️

[carmen-berzattos]

"Hozier coud sing the terms and conditions policy and he'd still be my favorite"

[crowleyholmes]

aziraphale

[ruinme-please]

Ivy my beloved - x

[marigoldendragon]

Still hyperfixating on Jack (to the delight of at least one mutual)

[n00bcat1234]

You can give me emo crybaby Heart.

You can give me clinically insane Heart.

You can give me insanely stupid Heart.

But there's no Heart I enjoy more than reckless wildcard Heart. I will literally slurp him up and hyperfixate on him for days.