#I’m surprised I didn’t actually

[the-archxr]

hi!!! can i put a request in: going to sleep with the mk boys? love your writing style bae <33

awe thank you 🥺

also fuCK I’m yearning, this shit is too. good.

MARC - so I feel like it’s the presumption that Marc has insomnia, or at least has an incredibly difficult time falling asleep. and it’s not like Steven, where he wants to be awake. Marc desperately wants to get some fucking rest, it’s just his body betrays him. yet somehow, some way, that’s never the case when you’re with him. like if lavender and other sleepy scents were a person; it’d be you. he could be hyped up on caffeine and sugar, and would still effortlessly fall asleep beside/on you. it starts with you in bed first, and then some time around 1 in the morning (cause he still likes to stay up and watch tv or some shit), Marc finally joins you. you’re asleep by the time he settles behind you, though he considers you have a sixth sense, because you’re always waking up just a little to roll over to face him. the two of you cuddle like that: limbs intertwined with your faces nearly pressed together. BONUS: Marc always places his hand overtop your heart to assure himself that you’re still alive and there with him.

STEVEN - now Steven is actually incredibly similar to marc in the sense that he needs to be wrapped up in you; it’s just his execution is a lil’ different. regardless that Steven has come to terms with Marc and is no longer afraid of staying up, he still slips back into those old habits. he tries to stay awake as much as possible, though his efforts prove to be worthless because he’s the type of person that can fall asleep anywhere and everywhere. on your shoulder on the trolley? happened more times than he can count. curled up in his chair at his desk? absolutely. standing up in the kitchen as he’s burning your eggs? all. the. time. though his favourite way to fall asleep is with you on the couch: underneath him with his head stuffed in the crook of your neck, and your arms around his back. Steven Grant is the big spoon that wants nothing more than to be engulfed by you, and you have no problem with that.

JAKE - so contrary to popular belief, I like to think that Jake is incredibly affection, and actually loves being romantic (with the right person, of course). Just like—besides him straight up having no threshold of “oh no, murders wrong”—he’s actually quite put together. He’s far more responsible than both Marc and Steven combined; very much aware of routines, what’s needed and what’s missing (especially when Steven forgets to buy milk for the third day in a row). So I like to think that when he’s not out working for Khonshu, he actually has a decent sleep schedule. He goes to bed roughly the same time every night, and wakes up no later than 8:30 every morning. But, his main rule is he will not go to sleep without you, and he will not leave the bed in the morning until you’re both awake. He’s extremely protective in the sense that he needs to know exactly where you are when he goes to sleep and when he wakes up. especially since he knows anything can happen when he’s unconscious. which is why he needs to be touching you, similar to Marc. either he’s holding you from behind: your frame tucked into his, or when your on your stomach, his arm will be under your pillow, with your leg draped over his. he just needs you to be as close as possible.

✨the-archxr thoughts✨

[shima-draws]

HELLO?????

[bad-science]

Everyone loves dark academia and cottagecore and themes of death and decay and being weird and mysterious until I have stray bones in my house and teeth on my shelf. Then I’m too weird for the weirdos. Too spooky for the so-called goths. You bitches can’t handle my bonus teeth

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

October prompt: suck

Word count: 480

No warnings apply

Rated T (I think? I’m terrible at ratings. There’s a definite possibility it would be G but I don’t want to put that just in case… someone who knows how to rate please help me! 😂)

@steddiemicrofic

Steve knew he wasn’t the smartest. That wasn’t news to him. He knew he was just the brawn, the battering ram, the shield.

It’s fitting, then, that the one who took the most damage would be the one to break first. The first thing someone sees is the first thing they’ll go after.

And, well… Steve spent a lot of time ensuring he was first.

All that didn’t help, of course, as he felt like he was being tracked in his own house, a predator stalking him through the vents, walls, windows.

He didn’t hear the back door open, but felt the shift in air pressure. “Make it quick,” he murmured, begged, shutting his eyes and bracing.

He opened them again when he heard a chuckle. He whirled around and gasped. “Eddie?”

“Pretty thing,” Eddie hummed, cocking his head. “Eddie’s not here.”

“Then who are you?”

He cocked his head the other way. “I am Kas,” he said. “Servant to Vecna, ruler of his armies.”

“Why are you here?”

Kas chuckled. “To destroy you, of course. You and all your friends. Suck your blood from your veins and your marrow from your bones until you are naught more than the dust from which you were wrought.”

Steve made a face. “A little wordy.”

Kas shifted, and suddenly in his place stood Eddie, pouting. “I thought it was good.”

“It is good,” Steve promised. “But this isn’t one of your campaigns, babe, this is Halloween.” Eddie rolled his eyes, and Steve shivered. “And go take out those contacts, they’re giving me the creeps.”

“Oh thank God,” Eddie said, “they’re itchy as hell,” and ran down the hall to the bathroom.

When he walked back out, Steve was in the kitchen, making them lunch. “Y’know we’re gonna have to get El in on this before she blasts you against the wall first and asks questions second.”

“Way ahead of ya, babe,” Eddie chuckled, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist, nuzzling at his neck. “She and Hop are both already in on it.”

“Do you think the kids are gonna hate us?”

Eddie hummed. “It’s possible. I’m calling it payback for all the times the little shits got into trouble and needed us to bail them out.”

Steve chuckled. “Good reason.” He flinched as Eddie scraped his teeth against his neck. “Christ, Eds,” he muttered. “You a real vampire now or what?”

Eddie chuckled darkly, flicked out the fake teeth with his tongue, and sealed his lips against Steve’s neck. He finally pulled back to murmur, “I wanna suck somethin’, baby, but it’s not your blood.”

“You’re an animal,” Steve replied, maneuvering himself around in Eddie’s arms to face him before pulling him closer in a fierce kiss.

He bit at Eddie’s lip before soothing it with his tongue, reaching behind himself to turn the stove off.

“Bedroom?” He asked, pulling back.

“Bedroom.”

[off-brand-adorabbit]

Tress scratched the best itch for me, I’ve been craving a good fairy tale and it was just perfect. I kept slipping so hard into the fairy tale aspects that I kept getting caught by surprise whenever a cosmere thing stopped beating around the bush and revealed itself, actually. While I’m sure that wasn’t fully the intention, it was a really fun way to read some brandermansanderman coming fresh off of sunlit man and how intensely locked in I was with the Connections. Genuinely Tress is such a fun little romp. I love girls who sail in fucked up seas and this is a genre I want more of please thank you.

[kuroosweakness]

“you okay?” 

kuroo’s voice feels so close yet so far. from the mattress sinking, you can tell he’s beside you, and a part of you wants him to place his hand on your hip, or any gesture to make you feel closer to him. 

“doing great,” you weakly reply, giving him a big thumbs-up. 

“...how convincing,” he replies, lightly chuckling as he peeks at your face from above. “can i at least see your beautiful self?” 

from the corner of your eye, you can see perks of his messy hair. his question is quickly forgotten as you indicate for him to come closer. 

“c’mere,” you say, furrowing your eyebrows. 

a bit confused, but happy to indulge in your demands, he lowers his body down next to you. your fingers lightly scratch his scalp, combing through his hair and giving him comforting pats; he’s not far from being your cat. 

kuroo’s head perks up. his golden eyes meet yours and stays in place for a while. you don’t question him; it’s quite clear that he’s trying to figure you out. with a sigh, he looks back down and says, “if i didn’t like being your boyfriend so much, i’d want to be your cat.” he looks back up at you with a grin “i’d get endless affection either way” 

you softly snort and fluffs up his hair, trying to shape it into a mountain as if his hair were sand. 

“...do you wanna go for a drive? maybe clear our heads for a bit?” he offers. his hands find your left thigh and starts to squeeze and squish it. 

“...i feel too tired to even walk to the car,” you half-heartedly laugh, grateful for his offer, but knowing you’d feel better just in bed and playing with his hair. 

kuroo grins again and says, “i didn’t do so much weight training in high school just for volleyball, y’know?” 

“hmm, but i’d feel bad if your arms got tired half-way” 

kuroo quickly sits up and looks at you with raised eyebrows. “i’m glad to have the good ol’ provoking you back~ but for the record, i’d still never drop you”

you hum in response and sink further under the bed covers. 

“...the offer to carry you to the car is still up,” he tells you with a small smile. 

“thanks, but i’d rather stay here,” you reply, making grabby hands at him to come closer. he smiles and slowly lays his head back down on your chest. the weight of him is oddly comforting, and your hands make their way to his hair again.

“are you really feeling okay?” he softly says after a small break of silence. “i heard that unbottling emotions can make people feel so much better”

“you’ve also said that i’d grow a watermelon in my stomach if i swallowed a seed” you beam. 

“true that,” he chuckles, remembering the face you made when those words left his mouth. “but seriously, i’m here to listen to you, and maybe understand you better without having to piece everything together by just looking at your face” 

you watch as he rotates around. he’s propped up on his elbows, eyes gazing intently into your eyes. the tension is making you feel slightly nervous. 

— the rest of the evening is spent with the two of you sharing the most vulnerable parts of your minds without an ounce of worry of judgment—

[heyclickadee]

It’s still funny that, when it comes to the Tech situation, the Bad Batch trailer page on the Star Wars website just says that the batchers are, “now scattered following the events of season two.” Not that one of them is dead, not even that the squad is scattered following a devastating loss. Just that they’re scattered. And then it immediately moves in to talking about Ventress.

[midnight-moth]

I went to Katatonia and all I got was this crappy covid.

[doriansbutt]

I’m very late to the party but I’ve been searching for something to keep my attention while I wait for other games and just finished @anathemafiction ‘s the golden rose and??? I love it??? Notto loves Hadrian oh man what a fun route this is gonna be 🥺

[crazynerdandproud]

Finally watched season one of Wheel of Time. I love it. Like, they actually did right by Allana and stuff! I just, yeah, WoT written by someone not a total misogynist is actually way better than the books. I hadn’t considered that going in, but without all Robert Jordan’s absurd ideas about gender and stuff it’s like, much more enjoyable. I hadn’t realized just how one dimensional so many of the secondary women characters were until now.

[peridotbelle]

How I would’ve ended the Ezra and Hera reunion scene:

*they HUG*

Cut to the two of them walking towards the Ghost, all mother and son. Ezra looks up at it with a sense of homecoming. We hear footsteps clatter down the ramp and a kid’s voice call “Mom!” Jacen runs out and skids to a stop, looking at them with wide eyes. He’s smart, and he’s heard all the stories. “Are you Ezra?” he asks in a kind of awe.

Ezra, pretty quick himself, takes in the resemblance, the green hair, the mark on the shoulder pauldron, maybe a hint of a familiar presence… We see it in his face as he puts the pieces together. He glances from Hera back to the kid and now it’s his face that looks awed as he realizes who this must be.

And… cut.

(Maybe a line about “I really did miss a lot, huh?”/“Sabine left out a few things.”)

(I would obviously prefer an extended scene with more dialogue, but if we’re absolutely pressed for time then this would be the bare minimum must-have. Still, I’m grateful we got any kind of a reunion with Hera at all.)

[starlooove]

Racist white ppl who don’t realize they’re racist getting mad about gojo is so funny

[raysdrawlings]

I really don't like Hazbin or Vivzie's stuff in general, but I appreciate all the Zelda stuff you've done and hope that you draw a ton of stuff for Hazbin and have a great time with it.

Hey that’s totally valid! 👍👍

I know it’s definitely not everyone’s cup of tea, and I’m glad u liked my Zelda stuff! 💕 Still love those two!!

[twiexmachina]

Erin O’Neil: implies that Normal has two dads

Me, having assumed since the very first episode that either Lark and Sparrow are at the very least coparents and at the most are whatever the property brothers are: yeah, tell us something we don’t know

[yeshens]

@piliyi, prompt —

go ahead. ask whatever you want. / tookai…

let it be said that tooru’s never claimed to be a guy who handles rejection well. most of the time it’s not enough of a reason to deter him from trying, but there’s always a little part of him that braces himself even in the asking.

so he’s hesitant, (he’s never done this before. he hasn’t even considered all the ways this could go wrong,) but. there’s something about kaien that makes him want to take that risk. it’s a kind of optimistic hope that he’s learned to let go of through the years, and it reaches back for him.

but first we have to set the scene. so, picture this: the air is warm with the scent of freshly baked pastries, the windows frosted over by the remnants of winter’s chill even as the beginnings of spring chases it away. kaien cuts a striking figure with his back resting casually against the counter, his grin piercing straight through tooru’s chest. tooru thinks he may look besotted, but he’s not in a position to judge — the glass display where his reflection sits isn’t what he’s paying attention to at the moment. it’s clichéd, perhaps, but in this snapshot of a moment he only has eyes for kaien.

“right,” he takes a deep breath. “no matter what, you’re not allowed to laugh, okay?”

and then, in the space of one single exhale, “willyougooutwithme?”

[leonardalphachurch]

yeah okay i’m actually unbelievably angry about retconning out whole seasons. so funny how many people are celebrating it as if it isn’t an incredibly egotistical and supremely lazy writing move that’s a slap in the face to anyone who’s cared about the show in the past seven years