#MY GUY 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

[saywha413]

womp womp

[alicornze7]

Silly guys goin' on silly adventures:]

@rorydrawsandwrites's puppeteer au but the only difference is that jax gives consent

My contribution to this wonderful au has been long overdue:')

Rambling in tags ehe (cw: ribbun:p)

Well maybe it's not the only difference

[yellenasbelova]

i'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before, but i love you more

[kelin-is-writing]

His smile is everything 🥹💙

[azulmagpie]

Recently got lucky enough to see an eruption so thought I’d draw the scene where these silly guys see it too!

[nibbelraz]

I drew a beautiful motivation Skinhe for @drivebypainter but the world needs to see it too

[henrycangelbaby]

In which: Y/N pulled back slightly, wiping her tears gently away. “But you didn't; that's what matters," Y/N responded. “You fought so hard, baby, and I am so proud of you."

Or

Abby is reunited with her family.

A gunshot rang through the air. Ellie let up, pulling back in surprise. Abby gasped for air, grounding herself as she was suddenly released from under the water.

"Put your hands in the air," the voice was trying to be firm; it wavered at the end.

"Ellie," the voice continued.

Ellie turned around at the sound of her name; she recognized the source of the voice instantly. When Tommy had told her where Abby was and how to find her, he had referenced this girl. Y/N had been described as a best friend and right-hand woman of Abby's. Ellie had known better than to assume that this girl, who Abby just happened to share a life (and bed) with, was simply only a friend.

But their shared dating preferences hadn't brought her any sympathy; perhaps it had secretly angered Ellie with a slap-in-the-face reminder that Ellie was more like Abby than she wanted to be.

"Ellie, you need to listen to me," her voice became clearer as it moved towards them. The now visible girl's rifle was clutched close to her. She looked over at Ellie, pointing the gun at her head.

"If you move, I will kill you."

Ellie nodded along.

"Put your hands in the air and leave them there, I swear to God."

Her gun was still pointed at Ellie as she moved to raise her hands above her head, keeping them there as the girl walked past her. She placed the gun strap over her body, her face falling when she saw Abby.

"Christ."

Y/N dropped down, pulling the injured girl close.

"My love, oh my honey."

Ellie's chest tightened with a feeling she was unsure of as she watched Abby grab onto Y/N’s t-shirt, pulling her down to her knees, wanting to have her girl impossibly close. Y/N pulled her head close into her chest, rocking Abby for a moment. A tear escaped her eye as she ran her hands through the rough hair that had been brutally slashed off.

Abby spoke weakly.

"Lev, he u—"

She was gently shushed.

"I know, my love, we're going to get you two out of here safe, okay? He's coming home with us," Y/N told Abby gently.

The water around Ellie sloshed gently as she moved to stand. Y/N was quick on her, flipping around and pointing the gun right back at Ellie.

Y/N stood up, her once loose shirt now wet and clinging to what seemed to be the unmistakable curve of a pregnancy bump.

This had to be a joke—a cruel sick joke that was being played on Ellie. She felt ill—something more than regret settling in the pit of her stomach. She had come all this way for revenge. She had been so sure that she was going to kill Abby, that it would sedate the longing and grief inside her.

It hadn't.

She felt diseased with the thought of what she had left to come here—her family. She was more than angered by the cruel truth—a painful reminder of her wrongdoings. Abby had a family—a growing one at that—a family that Ellie had been ready to tear apart when she had walked down to this beach.

Ellie had left her family behind. She knew deep down she probably wouldn’t be returning to it either. She had left all of it behind only to become a killer. Abby had a family—a family that was here with her now, ready to take her home. Abby had a pregnant girlfriend that had fought to come save her.

Ellie had no one.

"Don't move," Y/N ordered, standing in front of Abby. "Ellie, you need to leave, okay? You can walk out of here unharmed by me. End this."

Ellie went to yell, adrenaline coursing through her veins, angered by her realization, her jealousy.

"OR!" Y/N was quick to yell over her. "If you don't leave my family alone, if you try and win this fight, I will kill you right now."

She moved closer to Ellie, who, despite her protests, still had her hands in the air. Y/N stepped close, placing the rifle against Ellie's chest. She spoke lowly.

"You've already killed enough people and ruined enough families; you don't have to ruin this one too."

"Go home, Ellie."

She used the rifle to nudge her back towards the shore. Ellie wasn't sure why she was compelled to listen. Perhaps, deep down, she knew that this girl was right. The circle of violence she had created would follow her around forever if she didn't cut it off at some point.

Ellie couldn't tear her eyes away from Abby, from Y/N. She sits in the shallow water, allowing the saltwater to burn her open wounds. The sting aids her anger; it distracts her from the pain inside her, the ache in her chest that won't let up.

Abby lifts Lev gently into the boat; despite her weakness and her injuries, he feels light; everything was going to be okay. Everyone she cared about was accounted for. Lev was laid down in the boat, her lover placing a jumper under his head. Abby watches as Y/N leans close to a barely conscious Lev, pushing his hair back gently. He reaches up towards the older girl in a weak attempt to put his arms up, wanting to be closer to her. She smiles at him in a way that makes Abby's heart ache; she can hear Y/N promise him something, leaning down to kiss his forehead gently afterward. Lev appears to settle after that, allowing himself to relax, finally safe, back with those who love him.

The attention falls to Abby next; she knew that it would have fallen to her first had Lev not been there. Y/N had taken quickly to looking after Lev; she had a maternal instinct that Abby had taken longer to learn, taking care of Lev in a way that confused him. He had confessed to Abby that he was unsure what to do with the doting; it had made Abby laugh. It was a sentiment that she understood; she had been unsure what to do with Y/N's caring nature back when they had only been friends. It had only gotten worse when they had begun dating. Abby had yet to go hungry or have a neck ache from sleeping funny since they had begun dating what seemed like forever ago.

Abby feels Y/N pull her close; she was weakened by the torture, holding her with as much strength as she could. Abby was used to holding her girl close, crushing her into a hug. It had become a joke between them. Abby's strength was a source of fun between them. Abby throwing Y/N over her shoulder or lifting her off the ground during an innocent hug (it was also a source of something else when they were alone). She had let up when Y/N had fallen pregnant.

Abby had always been protective, but it had gotten far worse when they had come to the realization of her girlfriends pregnancy. It hadn't exactly been a positive realization, but after the initial shock and horror, Abby had become more than eager for her expanding family. Their search for the fireflies had been less than successful, and it had put Y/N in far more danger than Abby had been willing to accept.

Abby had been so scared and worried for her family that she had considered stopping. Searching for an abandoned gated community or farm, taking her family there and ensuring that they could always be safe, protected within the walls of somewhere she could control.

“I thought,” Abby spoke quietly.

Y/N shook her head, imploring her not to speak, but Abby continued, “I thought I was going to die.” She began to cry, wetting Y/N's shoulder. “I was going to leave you all alone.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, wiping her tears gently away. “But you didn't; that's what matters," Y/N responded. “You fought so hard, baby, and I am so proud of you."

Abby could barely nod in response, her body shutting down from relief.

“We don't have to think about that anymore, okay? We can move on,” Y/N stated firmly as she led Abby towards the boat. “We can leave in one second, okay?” Y/N spoke after Abby was situated, walking back towards the shore.

Ellie flinched as she felt a hand land on her shoulder. Her body was immediately put into fight or flight, but for some reason, she remained still; she knew who it was.

Y/N crouched down beside her, a little awkwardly due to her protruding belly, but Ellie didn't want to think about that right now, the thought made her feel sick.

She spoke lowly to Ellie almost as if she were a child, a child who had just learned a hard lesson.

“Go home, Ellie,” Y/N spoke, “go home and live to see another day."

Ellie couldn't respond; Y/N had sounded so sincere it made her head hurt and her eyes wet. She nodded in response, rendered silent by everything.

It seemed to be enough for Y/N, who walked away, back towards her boat. Toward her loving family.

[vesna-v-irkutske]

In the 6th grade Nikita was enrolled in a math class. But he didn't gravitate towards science.

Marina Lytkina recalls: "The teacher had no pedagogical education, she's a programmer. And she interacted with the children as if they were students, she didn't explain anything to them. She corrected mistakes in the notebooks and said that they should have listened in class. People have never understood that he's not like everyone else: he will never ask for anything, always silent. Nikita stopped studying in the 8th grade. He began to skip classes, including in the main subject — mathematics. But back then, he was still listening to me."

But soon Nikita stopped obeying his mother. He studied at the energy college for a some time. He was expelled from there after failing the first midterm exams. The following year, in September 2010, he began attending classes at the construction college. Two months later, he and Artyom went on their first hunt.

The energy college. The construction college.

Studying at the construction college turned into trouble.

Marina Lytkina: "At first, Nikita was teased and bullied. And then they started extorting money from him. Then he was patronized by one of his classmates, and in return, together with the older guys, he demanded money — in other words, he engaged in extortion. They came to our apartment together and took everything they found. First, they took some money, then they took my walkman, and the last time they stole the gold. Nikita followed them like a steer. It was impossible to hide the loss. I found out everything and called the police. A criminal case was opened."

Later, Marina recanted the statement to the police — she didn't want that boy to be imprisoned.

One of Nikita's college classmates, talking about him. Read it from the bottom up.

[demainest]

Happy birthday Sunggyu 🐹 19890428 Savior @ LV3 Let's Vacay // credit

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

. HE LOVES ME . HE LOVES MEEEEEEEEE

[azulmagpie]

Post finals redraw of the thing I drew last year also after my finals!

[whereismyhat5678]

I HAVENT DRAWN THIS GOOBER IN A WHILE HELP-

I need to draw him more again cuz I actually really like the stick arms and stick legs hehe, they’re fun!

[rayroseu]

I know I'm just reaching, but the sequence of Silver waking up in the Rabbit Race feels so much like the occuring ways he's woken up by Lilia 😭😭😭🙏🙏💖💕💞💕

⬆️⬆️⬆️ This is from the Rabbit Fest

⬇️⬇️⬇️ This is the parallel of it in Book 7

also

one thing I noticed, Silver and Knight of Dawn do have similarities with their magic other than their whole white void magic... ITS THAT THEY BOTH REQUIRE A FAE TO DEVOTE THEIR STRENGTH TO 😭😭🙏🙏✨💖💕💖💕

In Japanese, they basically said the same thing😭😭‼️‼️✨✨ especially the 我に力を！！😭😭(in silver's case the way he says his line is just more ""informal"" (俺に力を) than Dawn, he says "ore ni" unlike "ware ni")

Does this mean in Silver's heart,,, Lilia is Silver's guardian fairy??? 😭😭😭💞💞💞

GRAAGHHH I CANT WITH THEM SJSHDJAJD

I know thats like obvious already but "guardian fairies" for Knight of Dawn, was the origin of his power, every time he wields his sword he dedicates his strength to them, so every battle he endures feels like its for the fairies that gives him strength and in turn, he wants to protect them (and remember that Silver's dream is to be a knight capable of protecting Malleus and Lilia (the faes he loves!!!))

IM GONNA SOB... GUYS IT KINDA FEELS LIKE he loves his father so much, he thinks his strength came from his love to Lilia😭😭

So, the thing that makes Silver strong even against his sleepiness or sadness, is true love, JDJSJDJS regardless if its not Lilia, it could be Sebek, it could be the first years...

Its mostly Lilia OFCC but it can also be from friends and in the Rabbit Fest, the first years, who are his friends😭💖💖💖🙏✨ I'm sure Lilia would be proud AJDJWJS

ALSO now this just makes me think that MAYBE Silver's and Dawn's lineage, requires them "to love someone," or "be loved" in order to be strong???

If so, THAT COULD BE A PARALLEL to the fact that the Draconia lineage also needs lots of love in order to be born... so both Silver/Knight of Dawn and Malleus/Meleanor are people who were born and whose strength centers around love— kind of like they cant exist nor grow up without it 😭😭💞🙏✨✨

WE NEED MORE KNIGHT OF DAWN LOREEE I NEED TO CONFIRM THIS KNIGHT'S BACKSTORY PLEASEEEEEEE😭😭💥💥🙏🙏✨✨✨

[23fallencomets]

Love me gently (or not at all) pt v

a mix of the power-dixon pack, a lando pov, a moment between jenson and lando, and a line into something else

They all bundle up in the pack nest after dinner. Will is propped up against the furthest wall, a book in hand as the others are sprawled around him. Dixon is on the other end, quietly talking to Josef and Rossi, of what exactly doesn’t concern Will, Scott has his business and Will has his own.

Will hasn’t let Logan out of his sight, occasionally looking up to see Logan bickering with David while Kyle watches. It’s been a few years since Logan has been in their nest, their pack and he’s found his footing like if he never left. Nolan is wedged in between Logan and Pato, the young alpha clinging onto Logan while Pato pretends to be offended that Nolan brushed him off twice already.

Eventually Dixon comes over, nudging his way until he’s leaned next to Will. He hadn’t asked about the conversation Will had with Sebastian, knowing that it was something between Pack Omegas and mostly dealing with Sebastian as it was could be a little headache inducing.

“They’re willing to wait until a week or two after Lo’s heat.” Will offers, “But Vettel is determined to have Logan.”

Scott scoffs, “They didn’t appreciate him when they had him,” He grumbles, looking over to where Logan has now enraptured Colton and Alex with his hand gestures, “He won’t stay, you know that right?”

Will shrugs, “He can make his own decision Scott, my guess is he’ll make them work for it. He’s not as naive as he used to be.”

“No, but he was sweeter then.” Scott says softly, “You should’ve seen him, only a few stuck close to him, almost wanting to follow him. That Sergio guy had to hold them back. They messed up my boy.”

Will hadn’t gone, having stayed behind to prepare a room for Logan. It wasn’t his old room, but they knew that for as long as Logan would like to stay, the room was his. Besides, no one has been able to corral the pups better than Logan did tonight.

☆☆☆

The Hamilton-Vettel pack for all it’s prestige and honor, was fracturing. There could be a multitude of reasons: the lack of proper pack structure, the absence of older pack members, but it truly fractured in the light grey room of Logan Sargeant, the American omega who left his home pack and tried to find his footing among another.

Oscar was easily loved, his calm and near stoic demeanor as an Alpha more appealing than Logan as his tendency to look startled at every interaction and ability to make himself look smaller than the rest despite his near six feet stature.

It’s why Checo reached out, and with him came Lance and Yuki. Lance brought Esteban and Yuki brought Alex, who came in pair with George. They didn’t mind Logan and his silence because it only took a few weeks before he started scuffling with Yuki and joining Lance in his nest. He went on runs with Esteban and spent hours enjoying Alex and George’s joint presence. Zhou had joined in on his own, wanting to join in with them.

Jenson had claimed Logan sometime between then. Logan’s scent began to level out, the sweet undertones of an omega scent becoming more pronounced.

Lando didn’t have much against Logan. He was Oscar’s future mate and Esteban usually has a million stories about Logan, but Nico avoided Logan like the plague, dodging the younger omega at any given chance. Unintentionally, Lando started doing the same, stopping conversations when Logan popped in, going the opposite direction when he saw Logan coming. He knew it wasn’t Logan’s fault even though it feels like Jenson was paying him more attention, seeking him out on the rare days he was home.

It wasn’t bitterness that festered in Lando, no, it was almost childish, the gripping insecurity that coursed through him when he saw how happy Jenson was with Logan or how Oscar always seemed over the moon after spending time with him. Did Jenson love Logan more than him? Even when Jenson was his Sire longer than he had been Logan’s?

Now the house is quiet, there’s no sound of life in the walls, just plain, loud silence besides the barley audible arguing of Lewis and Seb. It makes Lando squirm causing Carlos to groan, squeezing Lando, but it makes a faint tendril of panic course through him and the Spaniard alpha lets go.

“I need to talk to Jenson.” Lando mumbles, tripping over Max who snaps his teeth at Lando. In retaliation, Lando jabs his fingers into Max’s ribs, jumping out of the nest before Max can get him. He hears Danny pulling Max down, the displeased growl being muffled by Danny shoving him under the blankets.

He finds his sire in the living room, sitting in one of the few armchairs. Lando lets out a small whimper and Jenson’s head snaps towards him, his face lighting up. Jenson is out of his seat before Lando can blink, tough, calloused hands cupping Lando’s face.

“Oh, my pup.” Jenson coos gently, instinctively scent Lando. He lets himself, sinking under the familiar scent as he leans into it.

He almost forgets why he came here, until he catches the faintest whiff of Logan’s seasalt smell. It makes something in Lando ache, the scent so faint Lando thinks he made it up. He buries his head in Jenson’s chest, not understanding why Logan’s absence is making him feel hallow.

“He’s not coming back is he?” Lando asks when Jenson pulls him away slightly, “Dame rejected him, so he’s not coming back.”

“Of course he will.” Jenson reassures, “But there are issues within our pack that we have to fix before he comes back.”

“Seb and Lewis are yelling at each other.” Lando mumbles and then more hesitantly asks, “Do you like Logan more than me?”

Jenson pulls him back into his arms, “Of course not, I just love you guys differently. You have the whole pack, they all love you and would do anything for you, but Logan doesn’t have that wide net. Sure he has Oscar, Esteban, Lance, Checo, Zhou, Alex and George, but compare those seven to the fifteen in your corner? On top of that, you have Nico.”

Lando shifts, thinks of how destroyed Nico looked when Logan left, how his scent had soured and the vicious look Jenson had given him. He had lingered outside the door when Oscar told them he was planning to court Logan and remembered the way Nico’s tone had curled angrily around the words and the way he reacted to the news.

“I think Logan and Oscar work well together.” Lando says, “I just don’t get why Nico doesn’t think so.”

“He’s feeling a lot of things right now,” Jenson says, “His omega has always accepted Logan, it’s just his personal feeling clashing with his instincts. Once Nico comes to term with them, we can start fixing the problems one at a time.”

Jenson pulls away again, his hands never leaving Lando’s face, “How about we go see Dame? Just like old times, the three of us.”

Lando grins, pulling away from Jenson’s grip and moves towards the room they reside in, entering and quickly getting comfortable next to Nico who blinks at him in surprise.

“Hi pup, what are you doing here?” Nico asks as he bundles Lando closer, the younger omega curling into Nico easily.

“Sleeping,” Lando mumbles, “Sire is coming up in a few.”

But even with Lando curled up between them, he can’t help but feel the void where someone else should be. God, Lando think, let this be over soon.

☆☆☆

“I think you’re being a little dramatic.” Kyle muses a few days later, sitting on the steps of the back porch. Colton is in his other form, a gorgeous brown coat shimmering lightly as he sun bathes. Logan throws a ball at Kyle and it narrowly misses him, bouncing off the column of the porch, “It’s not that serious, Lo.”

“To me it is, you ass.” He grumbles, rolling onto his back. Somehow the air feels cleaner here, almost fresher. It makes Logan a little antsy, his eyes slipping shut as Kyle wanders over, plopping down next to Logan.

“It’s your first heat away from them,” Kyle says, a bit more softer, “Will will be there, so will Pato and all the things Oscar brought were put in those fancy scent protector bags.”

Logan rolls over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows and pulled the grass out in tufts, “It’s just…I really wanted Nico there—stop grumbling, you dick.” Logan huffs, “You don’t get it—and that’s fine, but it’s all instinct, we wanted him there and he was so mean about it, and maybe he didn’t mean to be, but it just—it hurt.”

Colton’s heavy head thumps against his back and a small pitiful sound rumbles against his back. Logan smiles softly as Kyle, gently nudging Colton and standing up, throwing the tufts of grass at Kyle.

“Can we go inside now? I’m getting hungry.”

Kyle waves him off, a contemplative look on his face, “You can help the others with lunch, I have a call to make.”

Logan shrugs, walking inside and ignoring the way Colton turns to Kyle, a knowing look in his eyes. Instead, the pups of the Power-Dixon pack greet him enthusiastically and again, Logan ignores the painful longing for the pups he used to watch over, letting their chatter wash over him as he begins helping with lunch.

[weirdglassthing]

Probably all of the thirteen beers at the local cheese drawings I’ll do but these two are so funnnnn

[coolname-shrimp]

There's something about Claus idolizing traditionally masculine, stoic raw strength, deciding it's his job to kill the draco he'd been playing with just the day before, going alone to avenge his mother like any hero would .. and then end up getting killed, and then being reconstructed as an impossibly strong human weapon, a cold, efficient soldier, a completely emotionless husk of a human being, and how that ends up being agony for him… He'd become a horrible exasperation of the type of strength he idolized, of the same ideas of what a man should be that ended up utterly failing him.

Really this type of masculinity ends up failing again and again over the course of the game (just look at what happens with Flint), and often either directly or indirectly cause so much pain... And Claus is possibly the greatest victim of that