#BITES MY HAND

[baconcolacan]

I have a secret headcanon and way I personally characterize Edd that I don’t often talk about. 

And it’s something to do with some more negative characteristics, I think that his ego and self-importance can rival that of Matt’s, but he doesn’t make it as obvious as Matt does. His pettiness and ability to hold grudges is also something that can rival the other guys’, it’s just that he masks it with a more friendly and approachable persona that makes him attractive to people who may need someone to lean on/support, because he likes being the leader.  He mellows out more as he gets older, since his ego might take a bit of a beating (as life does to most people lol), but his younger years are definitely his worst stages.

[hakusins]

after yapping mofu's ear off yesterday talking about ocs now i wanna do more comics with eri's parents as the focus HERFHJEBJHRFBJERF

[gloomedhands]

Dakara Sak'oan

[yakittydraws]

New hyper-fixation officially unlocked...

[decimatlas]

“  i’ll stay the night.  ” / Post series... For Eden.

She idly fiddles with the paper in her hands. A letter, from Josie. Several months it had been, since the winds first hit the sails of the Peace Ambassadors' vessel. And the letter bore no comforting news. 'We've been summoned to Hizuru,' it read. A few more months. ( Has Josie had time to process what happened? Or has she thrown herself into her work, rose-colored glasses searching for a better world? Hoping to make right – for the losses they had suffered. )

And here she is – retired, if one could call it that. ( She supposes she could. ) Yet wounds are still fresh, constantly opening, bleeding. Only one saw the bareness of Eden's hurt, saw the lines under her eyes after sleepless nights. Outreached a hand to stop the trembling.

Only one. Eden's attention breaks from the scrawling on paper; her eyes flit upwards and her gaze meets Levi's. He's still there. Of course he is. After handing her the letter, he could've left – but he read her well. He always read her well. Something must've compelled him to stay.

And she's glad he stayed. Because his presence is the only thing holding her together. She misses her sister. And fuck, she misses her brother. He would never have the chance to taste freedom, like the fallen before him. He would never live this life, the one they fought for.

And oh, this life. Is she meant for this life? It hadn't been too long, yet Josie acclimated so easily. Eden's wings collect dust; she once soared so high – now, her legs shake on the ground. She places the letter on her nightstand, pinching the bridge of her nose with forefinger and thumb before leaning back on her bed. She looks to Levi. Though this life is new, daunting – shaky ground, two things remain clear: she is meant to walk beside him, and she needs him.

Levi, who remains in the doorway, has said nothing. He silently studies, reads, feels her. They've long grown past the need for words. ( 'Please hold me together.' ) It's what they do now. Brave this world together, its trials and tribulations – the feeling of being grounded; they no longer soared high above. No blade would they carry. No, they just carry each other now. And to give credit where it is due – they do it well. Even as their wounds open and bleed; they tend to each other. Care for each other, as they always did.

Her gaze lingers on his face for a few more moments, before wandering to the view behind him. To the window across the darkened hallway. The sun had long since set, and the street-lamps had flicked on outside. Eden lets out a sigh before pushing herself off the bed. She knows Levi can help himself, but she likes to do it, when he lets her. And perhaps helping him into bed tonight will take her mind off how uncertain this new world felt, at least for a little while. At least until she returns to the darkness by herself. ❛ It's late. I should – ❜

But now, Levi speaks. His chin upturned towards her as she approaches his chair; she had been prepared to step behind it and wheel him out. 'I'll stay the night.'

What's this? Her heart breathes a sigh of relief. Green eyes soften, muscles relax. The weight of the darkness leaves her. He'll stay. ❛ Okay. ❜ She whispers, taking a step back now, away from the room's threshold. There's no, 'are you sure?' or 'you don't have to.' They'd be hollow – far below the language they speak. The one only they know. And he knows she needs him with her. A small nod, as she repeats herself. With every breath, more relief follows. He'll stay. He'll stay with her. ❛ Okay. ❜

[cyrantelnovapaleorayeeso]

Me: dodging, moves back

Back tire: oops teehee i touched the road hazard!

[gir-posting]

(paces) episode 4 soon . ep isdo de 4 SOON

[xitsensunmoon]

So, uh.. Sun and Moon’s hypnosis… any visual demonstration to how they work?.. 😳

(Sorry if it’s weird to ask. 😓 )

Sunny got humble real quick</3

Lil canonical scene that perfectly answers your question, lol. Wanted to actually start drawing stuff with context, so have a crumb, I guess

[piixelpaint]

VERY Late ^^’ but Happy Halloween to @xitsensunmoon from your skeleton! <3

[the-phantom-peach]

Meeting the Light Dragon ✨🐉

[tagged as spoilers!]

[periwinklemoonlight]

i can't love you how you want me to

designs (and inspo) by @screachogreilige

+ alt ver

[dlsintegration]

STARTED YELLOWJACKETS. insane shit

[earthtooz]

in which: alhaitham resorts to lying on top of you in order to get you speaking to him again.

quick alhaitham thought i needed to get off my mind, making out at the end lol, potentially ooc

there were a lot of things you didn’t expect when entering a relationship with alhaitham. you didn't expect him to have kaveh as a roommate, you didn’t expect him to overthrow the government, and you didn’t expect him to resort to pettiness in order to end the silent treatment you were giving him.

it’s suffocating beneath him, squished into his soft mattress with his body weight, muscles wrapped around you like a python whilst one arm is extended outwards, balancing a book. you wonder if he’s actually reading it, but you can tell he’s enjoying himself regardless, evident through the way he often turns his head to place a kiss on your exposed collarbone, burying his face into your warmth from here to there. 

for the umpteenth time, you grunt, losing your mind just a little. his body warmth was getting too much, and you’ve been lying here for who knows how long, just staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

you want to protest, berate him for flattening you before shoving him off, but that would mean surrendering, and this time, you want alhaitham to be the one to give up first. 

as if hearing your thoughts, your grey-haired lover then glances up at you, sleepy gaze filtered through messy strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes. you almost cave at the domesticity of it all, only just stopping yourself from brushing his bangs away. 

“still upset?” he murmurs, putting his book face-down to wrap his arms tighter around your torso. “fine. have it your way, i’m going to nap.”

“no-” he perks up at the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow as a mask of smugness gleams over his face. you shut your mouth immediately, cursing at yourself to slip up so easily, but you really needed to stretch out your legs and the other discomforts of lying like an unmoving plank beneath alhaitham. 

“what was that?” challenges your boyfriend. you don’t answer him, merely staring him down as he sits back, grabbing your wrists. “oh come on, i know you want to say something, out with it.” 

shaking your head, he scoffs at your stubbornness as if his isn’t just as frustrating, and gently caresses your hand. his touch is tantalising, urging you to give in, and paired with that lidded look of his, it’s practically impossible not to.

not many people get to see alhaitham like this, you realise. most know him as an indifferent, closed off, and unapproachable scribe, turned grand sage, turned scribe, yet you get the honour of seeing him as this. “talk to me already,” he demands gently, not letting his grip waver even as you keep trying to pull your hands away, only slipping away so far before he’s holding you again.

there aren’t many battles you can win against him, you know that, and one of them was a battle of strength. as he holds your wrists tight to your sides, his face so close to yours, you feel his earlier playfulness melting into something sincere. 

“are you still mad?” asks alhaitham, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as a pout appears along his lips. the response you give him is a petulant turn of your head. he sighs through his nose. “i’m sorry, okay? i was out of line, i should have listened to you, alright?”

his tone is uncharacteristically kind and warm, warm enough for you to give in to his pleas.

“you mean it?” you tease, grinning widely at him. in the blink of an eye, the tension from alhaitham’s shoulder seeps away like sand, and he sighs with relief before agreeing, a solid ‘yes’ slipping through his mouth. “then i accept your apology.”

“you minx, enjoying the sight of me like this, aren't you-” he murmurs, and you swallow his brewing snide remarks with a kiss, closing the gap by firmly pressing your lips against his. alhaitham is not surprised by your sudden affection. rather, he welcomes it, melts into you wholly as a hand holds the back of your neck to keep you against him. you're warm and precious and everything he could ever desire, so he can't help but let his hands wander, searching for more.

as your mouths slot together, there’s a delicate exchange of apologies that words cannot express; ironic, since alhaitham knows of several ways to apologise in a multitude of languages. nevertheless, he thinks that this is the best method.

with the way you move in sync with him, he can tell that this is your favourite too. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[bleakbluejay]

being nonbinary can be frustrating because people will either force you into the binary (insisting on called trans fems girls and trans mascs boys, for example. kings. queens. etc), OR they will force you out of it (not allow you to call yourself a boy, girl, etc). god forbid you identify as something like a nonbinary lesbian ("how can you be a lesbian if you aren't a girl then??" well because it's my gender and sexuality and i get to choose how i feel about it and how they interact with each other :3). god forbid you use traditionally binary pronouns like he or she instead of they or xe, or keep your gendered birth name.

they want to render down the infinite experiences of nonbinary people into a single identifiable third gender and it just doesn't work that way.

[ltbunny]

Blind date with ex-husband price. It was like 4 peoples doing. It was your coworkers' yoga instructors, then the yoga instructors' supermarket bag boy and then his girlfriends who set up the date. How did we even get there?

Anyway, your dressed up, all pretty, excited to meet someone new. It's been a while since you've been on a date, a blind one at that, alot of guys take one look and either get too 'excited' or extremely deflated, both of them are horrible, but it's been a while since you've been on the scene after you finally got over your husband...

Annnndd, it's your ex. Fuck he looks good, fresh trim and his shoulders look so broad, he's wearing his 'going out, need to impress shirt'.. damn, he really wanted to appeal whoever his blind date was... maybe it's not to late to leave, he hasnt even no- oh.. his hand is on your lower back

"Sweetheart!" He smiles in a way that doesn't reach his eyes,

"John..." you acknowledge, looking up at him, "dont call me sweetheart."

"Sorry, love, bad habit."

You roll your eyes, but don't correct him. Is he doing it on purpose?

"Well, red bag," He smiles.

"Red tie," you respond

"So we're with each others company for the night then," He grins and looks at you, sheepishly, "well, that's if you want to continue the blind date?" He sounds hopeful...

He leads you to the table. Obviously, he pulls the chair out for you and gives you a bouquet of flowers, its only the gentlemanly thing to do, he says.

It starts off strained but you find yourself picking up the little things he does that you used to love, pointing out your favourite foods in the menu, listening intently to everything you say, stupidly lovey-dovey puppy eyes as he nods along, his hand on yours, stroking his thumb on the back of your hand, he even said some stupid line about 'me n u' and says soap put him up to it, fuck, you missed his laugh. You find yourself asking about the boys, work, it feels like you and price are just on a date night, like you two used to do before the divorce.

He walks you home at the end of the night, he started with hand holding, and now his arm is somehow around your waist, and he's closer than any ex-husband should be, really. When you get up to your apartment, he looks a little nervous,

"I'm not inviting you over for a nightcap, John."

"I know, love," he says smoothly, "just wondering... if it would be appropriate to end the night with a kiss,"

You feel a faint heat in your cheeks, unsure of what to do... after a few seconds, you nod, looking up at him. You feel his hand tentatively reach out for the back of your head, cradling it while he kisses you, you missed this, the tickle of his beard, his big hands on you, soft lips, soft kisses.

You can feel him actively try to hold back tongue, but the way you open your mouth slightly in the kiss makes him go for it immediately. You feel yourself melt. It's so desperate and carnal, but still so soft, like he doesn't want to push it, but it goes on longer than expected, neither of you really wanting to pull away, eventually you pull back, lips sore, heated faces, you wonder if you should withdraw the nightcap thing and just let him in.

"I had a lovely night, sweetheart, I... would really love to see you again." He says with a flushed face, his hand on your lower back again, going in circles.

"Me too, John."

"Text me, okay? We can go to that tex-mex place you really like, or somewhere fancier," he smiles softly, "I wanna see my woman happy."

"Not your woman, John."

"Yet." He says with a grin, leaning down and kissing you softly again, "thank you for giving this a chance, love, ill see you tomorrow, hopefully?"

You nod, and he walks home with a smile. Can't believe you had such a nice date with your ex-husband, thanks coworkers, yoga intructors, bag boys girlfriend...

(You probably wouldn't think it's so sweet if earlier you saw gaz in the back alley with bloody knuckles, after beating up the guy that was meant to be your date, texting price

'all done, sir.'

'Knew I could count on you, garrick.')

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more of the dapper lad! i Cannot get him out of my brain