#˛⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀◞⠀ musings.

[springandchocolat]

୨♡୧ ┊ rin and len in muse dash layouts ₊˚⊹♡

for day six of @strawberrysnipes birthday event: favorite set of siblings (bonus points if they're twins!)

[flor4de4amor]

need rafe to hold my face and tell me to stop crying when im being dramatic

[midncghts]

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[caffeineheroes]

"The Song of Achilles" animatic - Just a Man

Also giulia_blue on IG.

[jaexxie]

𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛'𝑠 ℳ𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑠

• ⠀ℳ𝗎𝗌𝖾. ─── 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇.

• ℳ𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝑜𝑓 𝗆y 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍

• 𝟶𝟽. ✿ 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

• ♥︎ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁 ⸺ 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇

• ﹙𝗐𝗁𝗈﹚ 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ?

• 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘂 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 ── 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇ꓹ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇ꓹ 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇

[pwurrz]

one of my all time favourite wriolette tropes is wriothesley thinking he has to do all the heavy lifting in the relationship; he’s always offering to carry things for neuvillette, ranging from a few books to heavy crates. wriothesley can handle ‘tougher’ jobs like that, he’s used to heavy lifting, besides, the chief justice with his elegant, princely appearance shouldn’t have to worry about things menial labour.

neuvillette always lets him, finding it endearing how much wriothesley goes out of his way to be such a gentleman for the people he cares about.

but one day, the duke is very obviously struggling to lift something, to the point where neuvillette is worried about him hurting himself. sigewinne would never let him live it down if he allowed wriothesley to pull a muscle doing something silly like trying to be too helpful for his own good.

“if you’ll allow me, your grace..”

before wriothesley can even argue, neuvillette is lifting the large crate with ease, barely breathing out so much as a sigh as he effortlessly moves the crate from one table to another.

needless to say, wriothesley’s idea of ‘the delicate iudex’ was quickly shattered, but he was not disappointed to learn his partner was far stronger than he looks. quite the opposite, actually.

[gallaghersgal]

omg hi!!! i heard you wanted to write some fluff??

maybe the reader would be really tired from working all day since they have to start work early and carmy would nap & cuddle with her & they would talk about their work day together??

hiiiii my love!! lovely req <33 no warnings. just carm being an absolute cutie, and me projecting onto reader bc im nothing if not a sleepy girl

one final groan leaves your mouth as you finally, finally flop into bed next to carmen. he rubs your back dutifully, reaching over to turn off your bedside lamp as he mumbles, "double was that bad, huh?"

"don' even wanna talk about it," you grumble. the soft comforter envelops you as you roll over and tuck yourself into his side. "fucking kath called out at the last minute. and since i've been working the longest they made me cover for her."

he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head as you sigh. "jeez, i dunno kath but, she'd be dead meat in my eyes."

you hum in agreement, tracing the ink littered across his skin. "how was your day?"

"how was my day," he starts with a sigh, tugging you closer. he tells you about the new menu items, a dish syd had been workshopping that was finally ready, and your mouth was watering as you let your eyes flutter closed. it wasn't long before he noticed you nodding off, and whispered to you, "but tha's enough 'f that. time for bed, sweet girl."

"mmm, night carms," you manage, the warmth of his chest under your cheek lulling you into a blissful sleep.

"night baby."

end.

[kainereee]

📸 In Joseph's eyes, every photograph is a mark in time ...

Here's my piece for the DESAULNIERS zine! This piece is a year old now which is ... crazy to think about!! My style has changed plenty since then, and I don't know what possessed me during this time, but it was my first zine and truly a pleasure to work on ♡

Leftovers are currently open so I'll leave the link here!

[melomacaron]

Something Just Happened.

[fcrgottn]

Spinel was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone while trying to ignore Winter. She knew today was her so-called 'birthday', but the idea was ridiculous to her. She didn't have a birthday. She was a gem.

"Come on, you can't stay on your phone like this!" The half-gem huffed, grabbing Spinel's phone from her. "Hey!" She protested, immediately trying to grab it back, but Winter quickly shoved it into their pocket.

"I told you I don't want to do anything for my 'birthday'" she grumbled, already having given up on trying to get her phone back; her words followed by her crossing her arms and letting out a small noise of annoyance.

"Well too late, I already sent out invites." Winter retorted with a grin, which caused the pink gem to turn toward them so fast it would have been deadly had she been human.

"You wha-" Before she could finish her sentence, someone was already knocking on the door. Seeing that Spinel refused to budge, Winter went to greet the person, opening the door with a warm smile.

[flor4de4amor]

cheerleader!reader having a threesome w basketball!abby n team photographer!ellie

[nekrosdolly]

a silly little blurb (written on my phone)

a/n; if you don't own a hairdryer + hairspray, you do now. y'all are married. wrote this instead of sleeping, wesker is soft in this, sue me. set before the events of 1998, a few weeks prior.

thirty minutes. it's been thirty minutes and he still can't get his hair right.

albert looks down at his hands, covered in hair gel, then at his hair with a huff. this is the last thing he needs to do before he goes to work. he's in uniform for the most part, undershirt included, sans his blue button up and shoes.

on the bathroom counter lies a thin-tooth comb, also slathered with gel on the teeth. nothing has worked. his hair is so... flat. disappointing. soggy with too much hairgel and not enough hair to distribute it evenly.

you're asleep during all this, though the light seeping from the bathroom door hits your eyes and starts to rouse you.

he's never been so frustrated. genuinely frustrated.

"god damnit. i don't need this." he grumbles as he hastily cleans up the mess he's made of the bathroom. he's as quiet as can be, and yet you knock on the bathroom door anyway. he jumps- how did that startle him?

"baby?" you mumble, rubbing your face with one hand, "you alright? i heard cussing." you lean against the doorframe, heavy with sleep that lingers in your bones.

"fine, dear, really." he says over his shoulder, still in a crisis over his hair. really, he's not that old, how is his hair so thin already?

"m'kay. im coming in." you push the door open before he can protest, let alone hide his disaster of a hairdo. he accepts this minor defeat, half expecting you to say something about his hair when you walk in.

but you don't. you kiss his cheek and mumble a tired "good morning," before walking over to the sink to brush your teeth and start your day. he stares, puzzled as to why you're not seeing what he sees.

"morning, dear." he says quietly, grabbing his overshirt and shrugging it on as you finish up brushing your teeth. his fingers are still a bit slippery with hair gel as he fumbles with the white pearly buttons. wonderful, another frustrating thing. of course you notice.

"need help?" you look at him through the mirror as you're starting your skincare routine. you haven't even put on your cleanser yet and he's already struggling- again.

"that would be nice, thank you. it seems that my fingers have some leftover gel on them." he steps towards you as you turn to face him. your deft fingers make quick work of the buttons. you can definitely tell something is bugging him, but you're not sure what. his brows are furrowed as he watches you and holds your waist.

"your hair looks different." you glance up at the mop on his head, sodden with gel and shiny. he frowns. you withhold a giggle. he looks like a wet cat.

"believe me, i know." he grumbles, and you just can't help it. you chuckle and he furrows his eyebrows at you, his upper lip twitching.

"don't be such a sourpuss, hm?" you leave the top two buttons undone the way he likes and peck his frowning lips. he brings you in for a real kiss, one you've been anticipating. he always kisses you more when he's grumpy about something. he's less frustrated when you break the kiss, his frown less severe.

"how long until you need to be in?" you scope out the disaster on his head, taking a few oversaturated strands in hand to assess the damage.

"an hour, but i was hoping to go in early... why?" he glances at your hand, then at your contemplative expression.

"well, maybe i could fix your hair." you suggest. his frown disappears.

"are you sure, darling? i'd hate to waste your time."

"it's not waste." you grab a towel and drape it over his shoulders- no point in removing his work shirt after you spent time buttoning it for him. he can deal with a few wet patches here and there.

"right. so what am i doing to fix this," he gestures to his hair, "issue?" his eyes follow you as you walk to the shower and turn on the water to hot.

"stick your head under the faucet and rinse the gel out. we'll blow dry it and go from there." he's less excited now. the last thing he wants to do is drench his uniform, but if you say it'll help...

reluctantly, he ducks his head under the faucet after removing his glasses and groans quietly at the uncomfortable feeling of water dripping down his neck. you come beside him to work the water through his hair and rinse away the sticky hair gel.

"darling." he's complaining, gripping the towel around his shoulders and you smile to yourself at the sight.

"alright, alright. i think it's out." you shut off the faucet and wring out the remaining water from his hair the best you can.

"thank god." he mutters under his breath, drying his hair off with the towel while you grab the blow dryer, a cylindrical hair brush, and a wide-tooth comb. you plug the appliance in and sit on the sink's countertop, gesturing for him to come closer and kneel down. he does as you ask, resting his head on your thigh.

you brush through his hair with the wide-tooth comb first. occasionally, he presses a kiss or two two the inside of your thigh, something he's doing to show appreciation. you try not to think about how good he looks on his knees in favor of staying focused on the task at hand; helping your husband with his hair. to busy himself so he's not just sitting there, he's taken to massaging your calf.

moments like these, you'll remember forever.

you pick up some styling mousse and heat protectant to lather in his damp hair. when you pick up the blow dryer and hair brush, he comes a bit more curious. you wrap his hair around the cylindrical brush and focus the heat on the section.

you continue to do this, section by section, until his hair looks pretty close to his usual style. he's nearly fallen asleep, kept half-awake by the annoyingly loud hair dryer.

"almost done." you grab hairspray from your side of the counter and shield his eyes before spraying a healthy amount. you hold your breath, but albert doesn't mind the chemicals- can't be worse than what he's going to do to his body soon enough.

he's staring up at you, his eyes half-lidded and sleep evident on his sharp features.

"are we done, my dove?" he asks, sitting back on his ankles and rubbing his bleary eyes. you return his glasses to him and he slips them on, standing up and using the counter as leverage. like this, he's caging you against the mirror with his large frame. you can't say you mind, though. he examines his hair haphazardly and ducks his head to kiss you.

"ah," you place a hand over his mouth gently, stopping him in his tracks. his eyebrows furrow, his eyes narrowing.

"work. you're going to be late." you remind him, to which he rolls his eyes at and moved your hand off his mouth.

"yes, that would be an issue. thank you for fixing my hair, dearest." he pecks your lips before peppering your face with soft, sweet kisses.

"albert. work. go." you intend on sounding stern but it's impossible when he's being sweet, so you end up turning him around by the shoulders and ushering him out of the bathroom. he goes easily, given that the future of your lives is at stake, and grabs his work bag as well as his badge and gun. you clean up in the bathroom and meet him by the front door.

"see you tonight, alby. i love you."

the blush that rises to his cheeks whenever you call him that is intense.

"indeed. i love you too." you give him one final kiss on the lips before he leaves for the next 8-10 hours. you're going back to bed.

[mydarlingedits]

Ooooh could we request 🧈 with ochako uraraka from mha

🧈 OCHAKO (+ TOGA) ; MAMA'S BROKEN HEART

Since no number to shuffle was provided I randomly generated one! (Landed on 6) ᯓᡣ𐭩

Autocorrect made 'start' into 'starting' and I didn't notice until I already combined everything weeh,, so sorry,,, ᯓᡣ𐭩

        𐙚˙⋆.˚ Date Posted 𓇿 7/4/24 .ᐟ

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Terms of use 𓇿 Free with Credit .ᐟ

[PLAIN TEXT: 'op is an adult' on the top left, and 'No DNI ! Just be nice' on the bottom right].

[ncstya]

she was crying on my shoulder , all I could do was hold her , only made us closer .

w. @kittybt

[pwurrz]

i cannot believe the stupidity and audacity of the villagers to still think yakumo was a merman looking for revenge after he saved their asses from a giant wave that would’ve killed them all. and not only did they still believe he was a fish yokai coming to take revenge after that, they also were about to attack and kill him while he was blocking the wave and pleading all of them to get to safety. they were literally about to stab him in the back if umi didn’t step up and say he was the merman they were all afraid of, not yakumo.

kuya was right, the selfishness of humanity knows no bounds.

but also.. my heart breaks thinking about how many times yakumo has tried to help, only to make people’s fear in him even worse. we already know he caused paranoia in his village when he was a child simply trying to help various people, but that only resulted with him hiding away and crying. thankfully, it didn’t escalate. but how many times.. has yakumo tried to help, put himself in harms way to save other people, only for them to berate him, threaten him, attack him??

and he’s still so, so incredibly kind. he knows that people will be afraid of him, people will treat him unfairly, some people even might try to hurt him.. and yet, despite that, and despite all the pain and suffering he’s had to go through, he still chooses to be kind. he still chooses to believe that there is good in people. he still chooses to be selfless and help others when no one would blame him for looking after himself for once.

yakumo is truly such a good, wonderful, warmhearted person and i’m so impossibly thankful that despite everything he’s gone through, despite the suffering the universe seems intent on making him go through, he’s never lost his softness and compassion. he’s so good. i love him so much

[gallaghersgal]

i'm begging for the halloween blurb but perhaps in smut form...? or just more of it pls i'm obsessed - jo4n1e <3

this may not be my best work but god i love him. nsfw 18+. yeah its smut but other than that its very vanilla. lip has a thing for princess peach 😭

lip is pressing open mouthed kisses to your jaw, your throat, and the top of your chest as your fingers tug at the buttons of his yellow shirt. it was a lazy costume, sure, but you didn't mind now. easier to get his chest bare so you could trail kisses across his torso. you move to pull your dress over your head but he stops you.

"nuh-uh, baby, wan' you to keep it on," he mumbles against your ear, lips catching your lobe and teeth grazing your skin just slightly. you can't help but shiver. his lips pull into a grin, "always had a thing for princess peach."

you snort, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him in for a kiss while he finds your pink lace panties to pull them aside. two thick fingers slide in to the knuckle immediately, the pressure dizzying.

"oh, fuck!" you cry out, squirming under his motions. the hand that isn't pumping in and out of you tugs at the v-neck of your dress, exposing your chest. "shit, lip, oh my god," you whine and cling to his bicep.

"yeah, tha's my good girl. gonna treat you right."