#FOR MONTHS

[focshi]

One last comfort.

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

John Wick + slicked back hair

[regular-gnome]

Archiving is an important job

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[zwodderdoesart]

He deserves more love

Silver!Sans belongs to @xnzlian

also doodle under cut since it felt wrong to just post this

[dizzybelle]

random fanart of @quariumarts 's character Deltia ♥

[mipexch]

dance with me one last time

[dovewingkinnie]

when the evil gameshow host gets a crush on you

[mochiwrites]

SCARIAN PARENTHOOD ARC????? I just saw that post Mochi PLS make this canon this is so fucking sweet ;~; grrgrhhhhhhh that would be so adorable 😭

canon you say? 👀

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Of everything Grian expected from this day upon waking up with a snoring husband in his ear, a secret breach was not a part of the list. Trying to break into Mumbo’s vault, restock The Entity, get Hotguy’d by Scar, all typical occurrences. Searching the server far and wide for a strange anomaly that got past the firewall? Not even close to a thought on his mind.

Still, here he is, checking around the Rift for any strange or unusual entities. Grumbot Prime beeps behind him, watching as he looks over the shifting portal. He doesn’t see anything too unusual upon a surface level gleam of the place.

Up above, he hears the telltale flap of an elytra, along with a call of his name. Looking up, he spots Scar gliding into the cave, landing nearby. “There you are! I swear you took off like a rocket as soon as Xisuma finished explainin’ everything!” Scar heaves a breath as he pauses to catch it. “Have you found anything?”

Grian steps back from the Rift as he shakes his head. “Not yet. I was just about to open my Eyes to search for anything that’s hiding,” he answers. Easily does he slip his hand into Scar’s, lacing their fingers together. “What about you?”

Scar’s lips tilt low in a light frown. “I checked by the Elven Tree and Cookie Emporium but couldn’t find a thing,” he sighs, squeezing Grian’s hand. “Was just about to check Scarland if you’re willing to come along?” His voice carries something hopeful in it, making Grian smile despite the pile of nerves that sit in his stomach.

There’s only a handful of things that can break through a server as strong as Hermitcraft, and Grian has every reason to fear it.

“Yeah,” he answers. “Let me do a quick sweep of the place first.” Grian leans toward Scar to press a kiss to his cheek before looking back toward the Rift. He shuts his eyes with a quiet exhale, internally flipping the switch of his Watcher magic. Keeping his normal eyes shut, a ring of purple eyes float around his head, painting his view in a mix of code and a lavender tinted haze.

He hears Scar mutter beside him, “hot.” Grian promptly elbows him, the feathers of his wings fluffing. Scar laughs in return, although the sound is a little breathy.

Ignoring the distraction of his husband, Grian scans the Rift. Almost immediately is he overwhelmed with the strings of code before him, making him wince. He’ll be feeling that later in the form of a killer headache. But that’s a problem for future Grian. Present Grian has a completely different problem at hand. Lying within the code of the Rift is lines of broken numbers, a small hole. The numbers flicker in and out, and Grian swallows thickly.

“Well,” he starts, voice weak, “I’ve figured out how the anomaly got in.” Guilt already starts to flood him, as he realizes this is his fault. Who knows what he’s gone and accidentally allowed in. Stupid.

“That’s great!” Scar cheers, though one look at Grian’s uneasy expression and he wilts. “Or… maybe not?”

Grian doesn’t answer, Eyes still reading through the ruined code. He picks up on some kind of trail of numbers, and realizes it’s traceable. His eyes open and he looks at Scar. “I think I know where it is.”

Scar squeezes his hand again, a silent reassurance of I’m here. “Lead the way, G.”

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Of all places, they’re brought to a forest not so far from Scarland. The warped numbers twist around the leaves and branches, creating an easy enough trail for Grian to follow. They walk along a path as they look around, keeping an eye out for anything strange.

They come to a small clearing within the forest and that’s when they find their anomaly. Sitting by a pond is a little girl who looks no older than six. On her back are two little wings, the feathers in a complete state of disarray. She wears what looks like an old dress, tattered and singed at the edges. Bandages cover her hands and arms, and she has some light scrapes and bruises.

Grian and Scar share a look before they look back at the child. He gestures for Scar.

“Uh—hello there!” Scar begins, sounding a bit unsure.

The girl startles, her wings fluffing up as she whips her head toward them. Her eyes widen with fear as soon as she sees them, hurrying to her feet.

“Wait!” Scar exclaims as she goes to run. However, he doesn’t have to do much for she trips and lands on the ground with a pained cry. He looks at Grian, who wears a similar expression of concern. Scar looks at the girl again, taking a few small steps toward her. “Are you okay?”

Hastily, she pushes herself up onto her knees, wings opening in an attempt to make herself bigger. Her big brown eyes are filled with tears, expression tight in terror. “S-Stay away!” she shouts, her voice shaking and wet. “I don’t wanna go back!”

“Go back?” Scar repeats, confused, taking another small step forward. “We’re not gonna make you—”

“I said s-stay away!” she yells again, her eyes flashing purple. Grian’s breath catches at the sight of it, and if he needs further evidence of this little girl’s identity, she looks right at him. Afraid. “H-He’s gonna bring me back! He has the big scary eyes like all the others do!”

Grian thinks he’s going to be sick.

“What?” Scar looks over at Grian, confused. He stares at the avian for a second before his eyes widen in realization. “G, your magic thingy! Make them go away!”

Right, he didn’t shut his Eyes—that’s what’s scaring the poor kid even more. Letting them close, he feels a soft pressure against his skull, and Grian grimaces. Lovely time for a headache. Pushing that aside, he looks at the girl. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologizes. “They can’t reach you here, I promise.”

She still looks afraid, and Grian winces.

“Why don’t we introduce ourselves, hm?” Scar smiles at her as he sits down on the ground. “I’m Scar, and this lovely man right here is Grian. We’re members of Hermitcraft, the server you’ve stumbled into,” he introduces cheerfully as Grian sits beside him. “What’s your name?”

“I…” the girl begins, though her eyes well up with tears. “I don’t remember…”

“Hey, hey, that’s alright! Why don’t you pick a nickname to be called for now?” Scar’s smile doesn’t waver, staying warm and gentle as he speaks to her. He never fails to amaze Grian, truly. Scar really is a wonderful man.

The girl blinks at Scar, looking confused. “A… nickname?” she asks.

“Yeah! It can be whatever you want, we just need a name to call you by,” Scar explains. “Everyone deserves a name.”

Her expression scrunches as she tries to think of a nickname, deep in thought. Grian can’t help finding the sight adorable, watching her wings twitch. “I… I wanna be called Sunny,” she decides on, and the smile Scar gives her is so bright.

“I think that’s an amayzin’ choice, Sunny!” He grins at her, watching the way her eyes light up. “Do you think you could tell us what happened to you, Sunny? You said you didn’t want to go back… did you run away from someone?” The two of them already know the answer to this, but they have to be sure.

Sunny flinches at the question, her wings folding tightly to her back as her shoulders rise. The tears are quick to return as she looks down at her lap, shaking. “T-They… they were really tall and had a-all these big wings…” she sniffles. “They w-were really scary… and they’d m-make me do training that really hurt…”

Grian’s hands curl into tight fists, some protective feeling clawing at his chest. Just hearing how trembly her voice is leaves Grian’s blood boiling. Seeing how little she is, knowing what the Watchers are like, his heart cracks. Judging by the hitch in Scar’s breath he has the same reaction, the man frowning.

“I-I’m sorry,” the little girl apologizes, looking up at the two of them as she sniffles. “Please don’t t-tell Them I’m here..! Don’t make me go b-back! I just… just wanted to see the sun…” Her tiny wings wrap around herself as she trembles, and Grian feels his heart breaking in half. She looks so small and afraid, he can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for someone at her age.

“It’s okay,” Grian’s speaking before he thinks, avian instincts crying for him to protect her. “No one here is going to make you go back. Not if I have anything to say about it.” There’s a stubbornness to his voice that catches him off guard, and he can feel Scar’s eyes on him. For the moment he ignores it, focusing only on soothing the scared child before him. He’s not good with kids like Scar is, but he’s sure going to give it his best shot. “Hermitcraft is a safe place for runaways like us. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

Sunny stares at him with open surprise, her brown eyes shiny as new tears start to form.

Scar doesn’t bother hiding his own shock from Grian, but he quickly covers it up after, keeping it for much later, when it’s just the two of them together. For now, he nods earnestly in agreement, “You’ll be safe here, promise. Once we explain everything to our admin I’m sure he’ll have no problem with you staying!”

Grian watches as the girl begins sniffling before her little wings flutter and she’s flying right into them. It catches both of them off guard, Grian’s own wings flaring as he and Scar hurry to catch her. She presses her face into Scar’s shoulder as she shakes and cries and Grian looks at his husband. He sees the same protective gleam within the depths of his eyes, and Scar nods at him.

They’re going to do whatever it takes to make sure she stays here.

[djinniiy]

Effigy AU- WIP SNEAK PEAK!

[kenyukisser]

so right, what's wrong?

Being NAGI SEISHIRO’s best friend wasn’t easy, he’s not the best with his emotions, and an absolute asshole to be paired with in group projects, but if you asked him, he’d try to find the right words to tell you all the stars in the universe were smiling in his direction when he’s with you.

You know Nagi like how you know the back of your hand, you don’t. tracing the veins in your hands, sometimes, it’s there. Sometimes, it’s not. Nagi who wasn’t made for loving, or the warmth of having a real friend to lean on. He’s not used to it, not used to you.

Yet, the way the dark shade of blue reflected on your skin, the way your skin brushes through his, as you try to make him look at the water-dwelling plants, and the various kinds of fishes on the aquarium. He thinks it’s boring, and a hassle to even spare the fishes some sort of glance, but seeing you with the biggest smile plastered on your face? It made his dull world brighten.

No. He doesn’t want to let go of you now. Not now, not ever.

“Sei? Are you okay? You’re spacing out.” You snap your fingers, causing him to retort back to reality.

“Huh?” his half-lidded eyes widened slightly at the distortion, before he spoke again. “yeah ‘m fine, was just thinking.”

“About?” You ask, voice laced with curiosity as you looked at him as his mind wanders off, thinking of what to say next.

“nun” he shrugs, placing his hands on the pockets of his hoodie, it’s as white as snow, just like his hair. For someone like him, it’s impressive how clean it is.

“Nun?”

“Nun of your business.”

“Sei!” The way the crinkles underneath your eyes disappeared, as your smile turns into a small pout. He saw it all. The pang of guilt in his chest that he covered up, he was feeling it. and if he had it in him. He’d stay with you till the end of time.

And can you remember when?

When the hot air of summer breezes through your hair, the hot sun shining down on your pretty face as Reo splashes you with the salty water of the beach. While he stayed underneath the shade of the parasol, his usual excuse was ‘it’s such a pain’ but maybe, just maybe... He loved seeing you smile, even if it wasn’t him who made you smile. He watched you keenly, the way the tips of your hair got wet. You’ve always wanted to see the sun shining so brightly, but to him, you were his sun, shining so brightly.

And he didn’t understand it, why he felt like this, and why it had to be you. But he knew it had to be you. Reo has had his fair share of dating women, which affected his perspective of love too, the type of love he’d think would be a hassle, a responsibility, and newsflash: That’s a really big word for him.

Likewise, he was amazing, but there were times where…

Where the rain would be pouring, and he’d come over with nothing but his phone in hand, while you’d open the door, greeted by his 6-foot figure, too frustrated about your shared project that was due tomorrow, the way you’d ramble about how the two of you forgot to do it, sharing small laughs as you wrote down ideas for the project.

You ended up falling asleep on his shoulder, while he annotated and worked on your shared project.

Love did many things to a person, Seishiro knew this. He loved the way your face lit up when you saw the perfect score your teacher gave the two of you.

A rose only blooms in the right soil, and seeing you smile like that? He’d like to think you’re a rose. So delicate, the sweetest flower nature could yield, just like your unfolding heart. You set his world on fire, burning red like a rose that’s freshly bloomed. the thoughts that ran through his own head made him sicken, because he wanted to be your soil.

He’s only 19, with a pocket that’s filled with tragedy. You are his biggest tragedy.

And the world is cruel, so there he was, at the airport. And much to his dismay, a strifeful of words to say to you. The words you’ll never hear, because he can’t see you again, he’s accepting it. He’s going to be Manshine’s genius, after all.

does this need a part 2??!?!?!? | yes it did. give it a read!!

[forestofdragons]

Moonwatcher and Darkstalker!

Technically this is for my Ghost au, but it's not that far off from canon lol

[chicinlicin]

pulled into orbit

[deathbycheetos]

SPOILERS FOR JJK EPILOGUE CONTENT

OK so apparently Sukuna isn’t Jin’s twin but WASUKE’S?? Which yeah they look more alike but I thought it was a reincarnation thing (;-;) Could Gege have not sent like a message out when we got it wrong twice?? Did they know in Japan or is this new to them too???

My fic is now super non canon compliant and my head canons must be reworked (๑﹏๑//)

I am now vindicated (I feel) for thinking Wasuke is/was hot sooo I’ll take it ig

[cametotheshowinsd]

Who would you be sad with? And who would you deal with when they were sad? Grey skies every day for months, would you still stay?

[velveteenoutlaw]

it's ya boy back with more Morston hcs literally no one asked for

but wait, it's the

♡ generic modern au edition ♡

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John is still a bisexual disaster Arthur is still the gayest bear, but this time he's trans

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John works at one of those drive through oil change places. he fucking hates it.

Arthur keeps telling him he can get him a job at the repair shop he works at. John just shrugs him off (he thinks he's not smart enough :(( ).

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Arthur works for Dutch and Hosea at their 100% legal and above board used car dealership / repair shop. he'll work on cars, he'll repo cars, but he'd rather eat a tire than sell cars.

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When Arthur's not driving his tow truck, he drives a vintage pickup truck that Dutch gifted him. how Dutch acquired the vehicle is still up for debate.

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John is a biker at heart, but drives an ancient old toyota corolla :(

it's a piece of shit and no one knows how he keeps it running. even Arthur can't figure out how John's got it jury-rigged.

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like his car, John's phone is a piece of shit with a busted screen. he keeps Arthur's name in his phone as things like Daddy Big Dick. it makes Arthur cringe, but he kinda loves it.

Arthur's phone an older model (if it works, don't replace it), but its in pretty good shape. he always keeps a heavy duty case on it because he's always dropping it.

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John was really nervous about telling Arthur he was a single dad. he was convinced Arthur wouldn't be interested in him anymore once he told him.

Arthur was a little unsure at first, more worried what Abigail would think of him than anything.

Abigail herself was apprehensive at first, mostly because the first time she met Arthur he had just come from a...rough repo job. but once she saw what a nervous mess this mass of a man was around her, she warmed up quick.

Jack loves his uncle Arthur.

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Arthur still journals and draws. he also dabbles in ballpoint, colored pencils and watercolor. the diner he frequents has some of his napkin art on the walls. Hosea also tapes up every doodle of Arthur's that he finds around the shop.

John has hinted a few times he'd like Arthur to design him a tattoo. Arthur just shrugs him off, saying his art isn't good enough to get tattooed. John's about ready to steal one of the sketches from the diner or shop and get it done.

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speaking of tattoos, John has a ton. most of them were done in shops, but he does have a decent number of scratchers.

John collects flash sale tatts like stamps. Arthur will go with him, but John hasn't been able to talk him into any. yet.

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after they move in together they fall very quickly into the old married couple trope. every little routine they share feels so natural.

the early morning person, Arthur Morgan, wakes a little after dawn to start coffee and breakfast. he usually has a cup by himself before dragging John out of bed.

John wasn't used to more than an energy drink and cigarette for breakfast before Arthur.

if they're not planning on going out for lunch, John will have a cigarette and pack them sandwiches.

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neither one were very good cooks when they met. after they moved in together they both started learning so they could cook decent meals for the other. ♡

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John is banned from getting in the shower with Arthur. he can't keep his hands to himself, the shower is way too small for both of them, and John likes showers hot enough to melt skin.

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John loves helping Arthur with his injections. it makes him feel really close to Arthur. it gives him the most intense warm feeling that Arthur trusts him enough to let him know and see that side of him, and that he trusts John to handle his HRT (and trusts him with a syringe lmao).

Arthur thinks John likes doing it so he has an excuse to touch his thighs. to him, his HRT is about the same as his SSRIs: just a medication he takes.

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Arthur was blessed with small tits pre-transition. over the years he’s worked on his chest to the point he could go topless without many second glances, however he’s still self-conscious about it so he doesn’t.

he’s sort of played with the idea of top-surgery, but doesn’t want to pay for it or be out of commission for any time at all. he’s also a little paranoid that he’d lose some of the feeling in his chest/nipples and he fucking loves them touched in bed.

on particularly dysphoric days he’ll either put on one of his Dysphoria Hoodies™️ or bust out one of his binders.

John is a little obsessed with Arthur’s binders as they look like tight crop tops. he's tried and failed to convince Arthur to wear crop tops (even tho he’d be hot as fuck).

Arthur's still a top.

John's still a bratty bottom.

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John sucks strap with all his heart. one day he will get Arthur to cum through that silicone dick.

John had never really used toys before, but he's gotten very used to them. he loves picking out which dick Arthur fucks him with. his favorite is an average sized one that matches Arthur's skin almost perfectly. it's not special in anyway other than he can tell it makes Arthur absolutely euphoric to look down and see it.

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when he's not choking on Arthur's strap, he's making a goddamn meal out of Arthur's tdick. he likes to make a show of moaning and bobbing his head as he sucks him off, it makes it impossible for Arthur to look away.

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before John, Arthur would have considered himself pretty vanilla. now Arthur loves putting on his leather chaps and swatting his pretty pony with his favorite riding crop.

Arthur's still a big fan of frotting. especially if John's bound, and overstimulated, and whimpering. ♡

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