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[he4dliner]

good graces- patrick zweig x reader

cw: (2.5k) kinda angsty, but all resolved in the end, cursing, kinda toxic patrick and kinda toxic reader, allusions to cheating, & implied alcohol consumption

a/n: based on good graces by sabrina carpenter!!! perhaps i may make a release of fics based on the short n sweet album… also I did this instead of writing a research paper :p ….dont mind me making a challengers kinda reference in a challengers fic towards the end…

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things were great with patrick. honestly, they were.

you had been dating for just under a year now, and already friends and relatives had been asking ‘when’s the wedding?’. you’d both even broached the topic of kids, agreeing to want a few in the future, and at times, you couldn’t help but imagine cradling a baby with yours and pat’s features in your arms.

when he had tournaments, you’d pack his bags and suitcases for him, leaving inside little love notes with hearts and swirly letters, handing it to him with a kiss on the cheek, a hummed reminder that you loved him, and to pretty please call you when he checked into the hotel. and before he went to bed. and before going to any events. and certainly if he was going to any parties.

he’d write you the sweetest texts if he was in an earlier time zone than you, wanting you to wake up with a smile. “i love being urs, baby. thank u for packing my good pajama shirt, these sheets here r ass”

you laughed at the text when it buzzed you awake, the bright light of your screen illuminating your room as you rolled over onto your stomach to reply. “you’re so cute. ofc, ml! don’t want the best tennis player EVER to get a bad sleep.”

his reply came quickly, grey dots replaced by a grey bubble. “i swear, ur perfect. promise youll never leave me?”

“i pinkie promise <3. you are the only guy i’d ever need.” there was a few seconds before he replied.

“good.”

after some more chatting that morning, you’d gone about your day, now wearing one of his sweaters when you went out to the library to study. which proved to be a bit of an issue because you couldn’t focus with the smell of his cologne so close to your nose.

once a few minutes had passed, you’d decided to send a text to pat, “missing youuuu”, with a sigh, switching your focus to your laptop to search up whichever service was broadcasting his match.

it wasn’t long until he’d won, and you sent him about a dozen congratulation messages, full of emojis and hearts and exclamation points.

the video feed continued, and you watched as he went to his chair, grabbed his phone- to read your messages, no doubt- but he simply put it back down as someone came up to congratulate him.

some girl.

a very pretty girl. wearing the shortest tennis skirt ever- so short that you were genuinely concerned. was that really allowed? the cameras moved to focus on the players for the next match, but patrick and this girl (tennis girl, you dubbed her), were still in the background, so your eyes remained trained on the pair, watching every detail.

and you knew your boyfriend’s face well enough to tell that when his head dipped down, his eyes were definitely looking at tennis girl’s legs.

is he fucking serious?

so you watched, leaning forward to your laptop screen as tennis girl ran a hand over his arm and they laughed about something. you watched patrick leaning into her, obviously interested in their interaction.

fuck.

...maybe you were overthinking things.

you grabbed your phone, sending another text, “really really so happy for u baby, i’m the proudest girlfriend ever!!!!”

and maybe he didn’t hear the notification because he didn’t check his phone, and well- you really wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. so you took a deep breath and called him, gaze fixed on his reaction on your screen as you held your cellphone to your ear.

oh.

he’s fucking serious?

the deep breath you took left your lungs as your eyes widened, viewing in real time your boyfriend’s fall from your good graces.

you watched patrick grab his phone from the chair, read it was you, glance back at tennis girl, silence his ringer with a single click, and go back to fucking flirting with her.

you were infuriated.  why shouldn’t you be? you just witnessed your boyfriend blatantly ignore you for some random girl.

some random girl who was probably also staying at the same hotel as him.

double fuck.

once your phone finished ringing out the call, you took a couple shaky photos of patrick chatting with tennis girl, saving them in your hidden album. then,practically slamming your laptop shut and shoving it into your bag, you made your way out of the library.

your speed walk back to the comfort of your bed only made the cologne from his sweater rise into your face more, and you pulled it over your head- glad you’d worn a tank top underneath- and continued stormed down the halls.

“fucking bitch!” you screamed into your pillow once you collapsed onto your bed, gripping its sides. “i hate you!”

you spent almost an hour moping and screaming and crying into your blankets and yelling at the stupid stuffed animals patrick had bought you, before you sat up, almost laughing at yourself when you caught your reflection in your mirror.

no way was tennis girl winning this. no way was patrick winning this. you were too hot and you had too much confidence to let this… this random bitch ruin your day.

so you showered in scalding hot water, put on some makeup, got dressed, found some friends, and made the drive to a fucking beach because you were going to post some bomb-ass bikini photos. and guess what?

patrick didn’t seem to want to check his phone so its not like he’d even see it for a while.

the friends you’d brought were all a bit surprised by the sudden invitation, so you bribed them. if they could come, you’d pay for a cabana and service, and boom. you got 4 other girls with you and so far 3 contenders of pics to post.

after the second or maybe third drink with a cute lil’ umbrella in it, you decided to post one of the photos. and with your decent following, it was an instant ego boost to start getting likes within minutes.

you decided to put your phone down for a bit- the likes coming in didn’t entirely soothe the fact that patrick had yet to call or text back- and enjoyed some time with your friends.

until your phone began to buzz with a message, and you scrambled to grab your phone from the table beside you, heart pounding because surely patrick had texted you- nope.

but.

in his stead, jordan waters had dm’ed you.

jordan was just some other guy who plays tennis with patrick. and your patrick just so happens to hate him because sometimes jordan plays better and your boyfriend is a sore fucking loser.

also jordan has tried to shoot his shot with you before.

a little grin spread across your face when you realized that you had the perfect option right now.

if patrick could, why couldn’t you?

so you read jordan’s message and replied.

jordi.waters: “hey ur at the same beach as me! you look beautiful in that color btw”

no.1.girl: “aw omg, thank you!!! ur here now? why don’t you come by, we’ve got drinks!”

you bit the inside of your lip as the dm delivered, kind of icked that you were flirting with someone other than patrick, but you remembered his pixelated face on your laptop screen and that fueled you to add a second line.

“you were great in your doubles match the other day btw.” the match where patrick lost to jordan most recently. a low blow, but it would certainly sent the vibe to jordan that you were perhaps not on the best terms with patrick, what with praising the guy who beat him.

“thanks, pretty. i’m heading over rn”

and yeah, a few minutes later, you had jordan waters in your cabana. your friend sam had shot you a wary look when he’d arrived, but you told her you had it under control. she didn’t know what “it” was, but had shrugged.

jordan sat in his own chair beside yours, but was leaning into you as you faked being coy and bashful and whatever shit he seemed to respond to, discreetly taking photos with his leg or shoulder or the back of his head “randomly” in the view of the beach pics you were taking.

once you got the perfect frame, you sat up, pretending to get a text and faking a pained smile. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry, jordan, i’ve actually got to get going now, so it’s been nice meeting with you, but yeah.” not the best, but it did the trick of making him a bit confused as he reluctantly got to his feet, grabbing his beer. “you uh… kickin’ me out, pretty?”

yeah.

ew.

“oh, um, I don’t want to seem rude, no, not like that. but i’ve got to get home to call pat before his next match.” the lie flew off your tongue and jordan’s eyes sharpened a bit at the mention of patrick as he nodded. “alright. yeah. see you around.” with a single look back at you, he walked out of the cabana, and back down the beach.

“do we have to go?” sam asked as you repacked your beach bag.

you glanced at her as you downed the last of your fruity drink. “oh, uh, i’ll pay for the cabana for another hour, i’ve just gotta go, sorry. you’re good going back with the others?”

she nodded, glancing at the three girls that had all laid out in the sun to tan. “yeah, i’ll be good. text me later, yeah? about whatever’s going on?”

you pulled a baggy t-shirt over your bathing suit. “i will see.” and with a blown kiss to sam, which she caught dramatically and tucked into her top, you headed to your car and made the drive home, occasionally checking to see if patrick had viewed your stories yet.

nope.

once you showered again, getting into comfy clothes and completing some random assignment to clear your mind, you settled into your pillows- still ruffled from punching them earlier- and weeded through the photos you’d taken at the beach.

uploading one with you and sam posed in the water to your story, you gave the tempting thought in your head a few seconds before going along with it finally. you posted a photo that very obviously had the side of some muscular shirtless guy in the frame, your legs almost touching.

thanks, jordan, you thought to yourself as it finished loading up. two could play this game. let’s see how patrick felt seeing you with some guy stranger in the corner of your post.

you lost yourself scrolling, trying to not think any more about him, and soon enough you’d fallen asleep on top of your bed sheets, phone in your limp hand.

and to ruin things- it buzzed incessantly to wake you up.

“my babyyyyyy”, the screen reported and with bleary eyes that immediately widened, you sat up, swiping up the call and pulling your phone to your ear.

“h’llo?”

“you went to the beach?” came patrick’s voice on the other line- he sounded tired, maybe angry? maybe jealous. good.

“mhm, yeah, i did. me and the girls. why?”

“who was the guy with you?”

“what guy, baby?”

you could hear him groan back the urge to explode.

“babe, why the fuck was waters there?”

you bit back a giggle. “its the beach, of course there’s water there.”

“that’s not what I fucking meant and you know it, why the fuck-”

“who was the girl with you?” you interrupted, his line going silent for a moment.

“what girl, babe?”

oh. so two were definitely playing that game. “you’re being awfully suspicious.” you replied.

“and you aren't?” he snorted. “why the fuck was jordan waters with you? you know I hate him! and you know he likes you, so what the hell was going through your mind when you had him next to you in a fucking bikini?”

“what the hell was going through your mind when you ignored my call to flirt with that tennis whore on fucking television?” you retorted.

silence again.

“baby,” he started, his voice softer. “is that why you’re switching up like this?”

“don’t fucking start, zweig. i know what i saw. i’m not naive. you weren’t just chatting with some girl. i know you.”

“i swear to god- fuck, why the hell are you- fuck it's complicated. let me explain, please.”

you gripped your pillow again. “fine.”

“yes, i ignored your call, which is a douche thing for me to do. yes, i did it to talk to her instead, but no, i was not checking her out. she had a leg injury a while ago and I was surprised to see she was still playing.”

he continued. “and i am sorry for ignoring you but i haven’t seen her in forever and she was  a good friend of mine.”

your fingers slackened on your pillow. “…so you were not flirting with her?”

he sighed. “yes. i wasn’t flirting with her, babe.”

“then why’d you say ‘what girl?’ like that? like, all suspicious?” you asked.

“because i was genuinely confused since i didn’t think talking to her for three minutes was enough to be like ‘with’ someone, and i didn’t like, even think of her like that cause one, i love you, and two she’s a lesbian.”

oh.

“you’re serious?”

“i mean, yeah, i very seriously love you. and at least, i’m pretty sure she’s a lesbian. she had this weird trio thing with her best friend and some other guy they both liked but it was so obvious that they liked each other, they even had a threesome once and the dude told me they low-key forgot about him.”

you sat in silence as patrick continued.

“i am sorry for trying to make you jealous out of spite.” you mumbled into your phone, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “just let me give you advice, never ignore my calls.”

he laughed. “yeah. yeah, i got that, baby. you genuinely sounded so mad, i’m sorry too. i never wanna kiss your cute ass goodbye.”

that made you smile. “i love you,” you added softly.

you could hear his smile in his voice “thank god. it sounded like you didn’t give a fuck about me for a minute there.”

“never break my heart or it’ll be much worse.”

“never speak to jordan waters again.”

“deal.”

“deal.” he laughed. “alright, i literally just got back from a round of interviews and i need to shower, so i’ll call you after so we can have dinner together, yeah?”

finally, you laid back in bed, looking at your ceiling. “yeah. i packed your conditioner in the mini red bag in your suitcase, by the way.”

“fuck, you’re amazing.”

you giggled. 

“i know.” 

shoutout to tennis girl who was not based on anyone at ALL and who did not have a weird trio genderbent version of ANYTHING else. thank you so much for reading, please please please ;) like and reblog <3333

[moonriseoverkyoto]

Ghosts in the family

Synopsis - aka all the times The Riley siblings have talked about eachother, and all the times Soap should’ve connected the dots but didn’t see the constellation.

cw/tags - MDNI 18+ making out, grinding, no piv or smut guys sorry, swearing, mentions of female anatomy, military inaccuracies, fanon versions of cod characters, threats, mild violence, mentions of guns, innuendos, etc. you’re dealing with grown men in the military that is your warning

Pairing - Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Afab!Riley!Reader, John Price x Riley!Reader (Platonic)

Author's note - Soap is about 26, Reader is 24, Tommy is the name of Simon’s canon younger brother who later scares him with masks and anyways, just beware of that background. Pt.2 of this au, just this just shits and giggles background for later bc I dont know how to flesh out that cliffhanger I left in my Drabble, see you at the bottom! - Moon

Requests are open!

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1. Simon knew that Johnny’s intention wasn’t to piss him off, but yet he still managed to feel a migraine pool behind his eyes. All day, every mission just asking question after question. Simon wondered if this is what it was like to have a stable home. All he had was you from day one his baby sister. His lips jerk upward before he cuts off the muscle reflex of what we know as a smile. He’d rather keel over and die than let Johnny see his eyes krinkle.

“I have a sister.” He grumbles. Everyone in the truck goes silent. Johnny’s jokes stop, Gaz smirks to himself, even Price manages to watch through the rearview mirror.

“Really? And you waited so long to tell me. Oh my god what’s she like. Oh is she pretty- wait don’t answer that, that’s weird if you agree…” Simon sighs to himself as he tunes out Johnny again. Oh he wishes holiday would come faster.

2. Holiday was tough. Even worse was being stuck alone over holiday break because your only family was stuck in an operation. Especially since you just got the news after putting up Christmas decoration.

“Really Simon? I got football on the telly, your presents are all wrapped” you whined. Simon grinned under his balaclava, oh how he wished he could be there to receive your annual gag gift.

“I know I know I know, assignment came late and everyone else has families to go home to so I just suggested myself-“ he tried to calm you down knowing this would only add gasoline.

“Dammit Si, I’m your family too! Im gonna give you a new buzz cut when you get home at the rate you’re going with all these sudden plans.” Your voice cracked at his name, you know he didn’t mean to break your heart. But Simon couldn’t bare to see Johnny, Price, or Gaz not go home to their big happy families.

“Yeah I know. Im yer brother. No getting out of that one.” He said. “Why don’t you stay with Price again this year. You know he loves you around”

“Because he is the only friend of yours that I’ve met-“

“Yeah you’ll meet the guys someday. promise.”

“Maybe for this holiday present?”

“Maybe.“

“yeah yeah yeah. I love you Si”

“Love you too, and I hope that second date of yours goes well this Friday” oh if only he knew how well that date went with your mysterious Scottish man.

3. “I thought you said you don’t kiss on the second date” Johnny grinned into your lips. Your hands all in his hair.

“Only if they don’t show promise” you remarked back. You could feel his bulge grinding through your pants in the back of this telephone booth. A soft groan leaving his lips as Johnny responded

“Oh so I show promise.” You could practically hear the grin as his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, the slight friction of his scruff following as he moved aside your dogtags.

“Yeah promise that if you don’t hush up, you won’t be getting anything” you quipped back as equally as smug

“Thought you were gonna call that brother of yers” he slurred back as he smelled your perfume. The man practically drooling as your nails trailed down his neck scratching. If he had a tail it’d be whipping the air. A whimper passing through the air as his bulge caught the right part of your fabric rubbing your clit in a delightful direction

“he can wait, I have something else to call for now” you said as you opened the door of the telephone booth and whistled (or yelled if you can’t) as loud as you could do to call a taxi. Johnny had a light in his eye that he never thought would spark until he met you.

Soon you would find out later that Simon actually COULD wait and he did, 12 whole hours he stayed up staring at your apartment door to be let in - fresh on holiday too. Maybe being motormouth’d by Johnny into the window of a hummer didn’t sound so bad now

4. Simon kept a photo of you and him in his pocket everywhere that you went. I mean everywhere. No matter the place. And a lighter too incase he was captured by enemies so as to not compromise his location. But it was a photo from a holiday in France. You were both pillow fighting in the bed. Messy hair, toothless grins, back when Mummy was alive and Daddy hadn’t shown his true colors. Tommy took that picture,. Simon holds it to remind him what he’s fighting for.

“Oh is that yer little sister, she’s missin a few teeth there” Johnny grins looking over the sniper’s shoulder.

“You’re about to miss some bones if you ask about my sister again” Simon growls. fuck. Johnny is the last person he needs around his sister. It’s not like Johnny was a womanizer - he was the opposite. Johnny was perfection. He was from a happy home, a stable home, a place where you wouldn’t have to remember what happened at that old house. It scared Simon to death imagining you forgetting about him. Then he’d really be alone.

“She must’ve gotten the good genes.” Gaz pipes into the coms, what an instigator.

“Wonder what she looks like in jeans” Soap hummed as he cleaned out his gun.

Ghost hummed to himself as he secretly folded up the photo and put it right back in the pocket over his heart. Maybe you could wait another year before meeting them.

Authors note - I made a part 2, this is unedited. Im so tired. I will flesh more of this out before I take another break I promise!! Xoxo - Moon

[silentstyx]

Please please please PLEASE percy jackson x daughter of hecate!reader 🙌🙌🙌🙌

enchanted waters

sum! sick :(

tw! staying the night in cabin 3

i did stop writing a benny fic to write this cos i miss my main piece so bad pls send more percy reqs #hubby

hes so fucking stupid and sweet Percy i love you so so much my sweet sweet boy.

UGH.

no imagine waking up in cabin three and feeling bad as in like sick.

imagine feeling all gross and sick and telling Percy,

"mm, Perce. i don't feel good..." you mumble groggily.

he perks up so fast and doesn't try to annoy you anymore like he was literally just doing.

"yeah, pretty? whats wrong?" he asks softly, brushing hair out of your face.

you groan softly, "head hurts, 'm hot, and my tummy hurts. like im gonna be sick but i know i wont."

his little lover boy heart BREAKS.

because noooo he hates when you feel bad for any reason what-so-ever :(

like, he knows you could just cast a spell and feel better in like a matter of seconds but like..

his shayla :(

youre not going to feel good enough to get up and make yourself feel better but if you dont you suffer but if you get up you suffer

hes so mad

you're his pretty girl! you can't feel bad :(

"cmere pretty.." he whispers, bringing the back of his hand to your forehead to feel.

he feels for a second then pouts, "pretty! you're burning up!"

he says it all whiny too.

"why are you upset, im the one who doesnt feel good," you groan.

"becauseee youre my girl and if you dont feel good i get upset and feel bad that you feel bad!" percy whines, again.

yes. roll your eyes at his idiocy. but he'll just complain and whine even more if you do so, so do so with caution.

he sighs dramatically then gets close to you and cuddles up.

if you push him off because you're burning up he'll whine and complain until you come back to him reluctantly.

"... will you please go make yourself feel better? for me? please." percy practically begs.

"oh my gods! fine! whatever to make you shut up!"

and he just smiles sweetly, (in victory of course.)

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[lovely-keii]

being their sibling

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou

a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuut…happy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )

part 1

TSUKISHIMA KEI

looks out for you, but he can’t help that hes so emotionally constipated :’( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: “you need to stop talking to that person, you’re being a pushover,” but he just wants you to realize you’re letting people walk all over you.

god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - you’re definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if he’ll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or he’ll say something like “don’t cry, you look stupid.” if you cry more, he’ll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. he’ll groan and reluctantly, “fine, spill it.”

other than that, he’s going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. “why? i’m just using it, it’s not like you need it now.”

if someone picks a fight with you, he’ll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, he’s going to look at you like you’re crazy. “are you insane?!” he’s honestly more bewildered than upset. doesn’t let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. “at least it’s not hinata…or worse, kageyama.”

OIKAWA TOORU

your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. you’re literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events… you’re like “i’m not even part of the team.” he goes “we can fix that!” and the next day you find out that you’re the manager for the boys’ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.

oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. “hold my drink, my fans are calling.” “y/n get my towel please.” you’re absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. “y/n you’ll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!” that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.

he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. he’ll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people he’s told you about in his gossip.

he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. “oh, you want my number? you’ll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!” (you dont) “now, why don’t you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?” (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.

SUNA RINTAROU

the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when you’re asleep, when you’re yelling, when you’re crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a “look at you in this picture, so cute”. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, you’ll just find it in his bag one day.

he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. “pass me the remote, y/n.” “but it’s nearer to you.” “i’ll tell mom that you-” // “y/n get me a drink from the vending machine.” “why would i do that” “remember when you snuck out and i-” // “get my bag too when you get yours.” “no.” “what i post that one picture of you when you’re about to sneeze-”

but he’s always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, he’s quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. he’s a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, it’s something he’s always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you don’t hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you don’t lose them.

and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. “why’re you crying over an idiot?” he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. “see? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.” he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.

[forkpigeon3146]

i just know that snake is so sick of her yapping about her "other half" 24/7

eternal sugar costume come home pls.

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i saw her new costume and drew this in one sitting which is, frankly insane and i dont know how i did it. ive never finished a drawing in ONE sitting. but then i sat down and 4 hours later here we are??

i saved up like 30k cubes and only got hollyberry's costume 💔 I WANTEF BOTH THEYRE BOTH SO GORGEOUS WAGHHHHHH

also BY10. good god. it practically being confirmed that eternal sugar is in love with hollyberry hello????? i havent finished it just yet (i think im at 10-25??) but the petnames. shadow milk calling her lovey-dovey. her trying everything to make hollyberry happy with her, so that she'll stay. gay as HELL if you ask me

also on the topic of shadow milk, his appearance was so funny, him and eternal sugar have bitter exes vibes to me bc wdym he's the only beast to show up in someone else's story and he does so to 1. pick fun at her 2. give her love/dating advice and 3. wreak havoc

him saying "But take it from me: ease up on your "other half." Obsessive love is oh-so stifling." 🤨... i know what you are. he's essentially saying you're doing the same thing i did and it's not going to work and im going to laugh in your face when that happens

[all444miles]

1610 miles with a girl whos js inlove with the beach and the ocean

— OCEAN GIRL

— pairing: 1610!miles x ocean loving!black!fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: what it's like for 1610 Miles to date a girl with a love for the beach and the ocean.

— a/n: im always gonna make miles 1610 silly ! when i tell y'all im deadly afraid of the water so i had to think AS HARD AS I COULDDDD to make these hcs, i hope i did this justice !! ty for the request, and enjoy ‹3

MILES + YOU = beach dates.

you two will go to beach and have a picnic, and he prepares it so sweetly for you ‹3

something like this !!

he knows how much you love the ocean, so he makes it special for you ‹3

he paints the rocks and gives them to you.

like when i say you have a collection of sea rocks with random things Miles has painted, you have a collection.

your favorite is the one that has two spiders with yours and his initials on it.

you two also collect shells, one time, you and Miles found a whole bunch, and made a necklace out of them.

"These seashells are so pretty, right Miles?" "Yeah, but what are we gonna do with em?" "..Oh! Wanna make 'em into necklaces?" "Oh yeah, I know how to do that!" "Really?" "..Nah." "You're so silly. C'mon, I'll show you."

He loves to take so many pictures of you in the water with his polaroid camera.

He'll take like four, then use them as reference so he can draw you - you're practically his muse.

After he's drawn them, he'll show them to you and let you keep the pictures.

You two watch Moana together. I dont care.

He calls you "Mi serenita", which means "my mermaid" in spanish

It's corny, yes, but it's so cute ‹3

Speaking of mermaids, the two of you most definitely paid tickets to watch the new little mermaid. twice.

"Miles! Can we go watch the new lil' mermaid?" "Wait, did we not already watch it?" "We did- but i wanna watch it again! Pleeaasee" "Of course."

snow cones!

He's always the first to get brain freeze because he eats them too quick.

Thankfully, he has spidey sense so he doesn't get stung by a jellyfish or pinched by a crab.

Because if he didn't? Pray for him.

You can't surf, but he can, and he'll never act serious when he does. He acts like a surfer boy on purpose.

"Cowabunga!" "Love, please, never say that again." "Nah, but did you see the way I rode that wave? That was gnarly!" "Miles, I love you, and it was, but you is not a surfer boy."

A lot of the times, you'll stay at the beach till sunset so you two can be alone.

SUNSET KISSESSSSS ‹3

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[mitsuristoleme]

falling in love with you

pairing: poly, gn!reader x gojo x geto

cw: just pure tooth rotting fluff

a/n: this was originally supposed to be part of a longer drabble but i got too carried away writing it and it wont fit into said drabble, so now its a separate one

tagging: @forest-hashira

part 3 of my This Side of Paradise au but can be read as a standalone

part 1 | part 2 | this part

‘oh shall i stay’

Suguru has an amazingly melodic voice. Satoru and you are reminded of it every time you find him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast while singing random songs under his breath. So it shouldn’t shock you when he sings. You shouldn’t feel dizzy when he sings. Especially not when he directs love songs to you and Satoru. Not when you know; not when he soothingly hums melodies in your ears on nights you can’t sleep. But it does.

‘would it be a sin?’

Every time your big, intimidating boyfriend sings while holding you and your blue-eyed lover in his arms, you feel like you’re drowning in an ocean of love and comfort; one of Satoru’s lanky limbs and Suguru’s deep, rich timbre.

‘if i can’t help falling in love with you’

Suguru holds Satoru close to him as he spins you around. He pauses mid-song as he pulls you in by your waist, Satoru’s arm thats not around Suguru finding residence around your shoulders. Suguru leans down, his lips brushing against your forehead, as he leaves a kiss above your brow bone.

“What’re you thinkin’ about pretty?” he inquires, a fond smile in his voice that really goes to show that he knows what’s on your mind.

You lock eyes with him, a softness in both your eyes. Twisting your head slightly, you press a kiss to Satoru’s bicep right next to your face. Suguru’s questioning eyes never leave yours despite your attempt to dodge his inquiry. His hand squeezes your waist to draw your attention back to him.

“Just thinkin’ how pretty your voice is,” you say simply. As much as you want to, verbalising your love for your lovers proved to be an impossible task. How are you supposed to tell him that his voice makes you feel like a puddle of a person without sounding like a madman? Not that he would judge you.

He hums in response, continuing the song once more and you let yourself be swept away in his voice once more.

‘take my hand’

You met Satoru’s eyes, his sky- bright eyes twinkling with his usual mischief and something more profound. ‘I love you’ he mouths, and you know he’s ever so careful to not interrupt his long-haired lover’s singing. Its so characteristically Satoru, it makes your heart melt into a puddle.

‘take my whole life too’

‘I love you too’

He smiles at you, not a shred of his usual cockiness in sight. He’s unusually soft tonight, his eyes bright with the lovesickness you and Suguru have long since picked up on.

‘for i, i can’t help falling in love with you’

You press a kiss to Satoru’s lips before tilting your head upward to do the same to Suguru’s jawline.

“Hey,” he whispers, his expression soft the way it is when he sings love songs to his partners.

Your answering smile is bright as you push yourself up on your toes to kiss his lips.

He kisses you softly, tightening his arm around your waist to support you (he knows you cant balance on your toes for too long and end up getting wobbly). He pulls away, gently guiding your feet to the ground, before he captures Satoru’s perfectly glossed lips in a kiss.

You let your head rest on Suguru’s chest, feeling his heart thump away at a steady pace.

The boys (your boys, you remind yourself giddily) break apart and Satoru pulls both you and Suguru impossibly closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and one to his long-haired boyfriend’s cheek.

“I love you. Both of you.”

“I do too. So much.”

“Me three, you two. I love you.”

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[capitanooos]

death. // fyodor dostoevsky (bsd)

-`♡´- pairing : fyodor dostoevsky x reader

-`♡´- summary : spoilers for last anime ep. fyodors death. (written when the helicopter crash episode came out. obviously we all know where he is now)

-`♡´- warnings : death.

-`♡´- notes : my husband :3

dont translate, modify or repost my work. you do not have permission

[Name] was reading a book in her living room when she felt it. A cold chill ran over her entire body. The book in her hands fell to the ground as she sat up. Only once before in her life she had felt this feeling this strong, that’s how she knew it was bad. 

She rushed to the front door for her shoes and jacket, and with a fast twirl she was at her destination. What she saw couldn’t be real. Fyodor had a metal pipe run through his body? A pipe? A sword? Something. And he was bleeding a lot.

At first glance [Name] did not realize where she was, but when she looked around it clicked, they were right outside of Mervault. Fyodor had escaped, but was now bleeding. 

“Fedya!” she rushed towards the helicopter in a rush. If she were fast enough she could reverse what happened. A hand found itself at the back of her coat, pulling her backwards. “No!” She looked up, only to meet eyes with Dazai Osamu. “Let me go!” Dazai pulled her backwards again as she tried moving out of his grasp. She couldn’t teleport now, it would just take Dazai with her or he’d just cancel her ability.

“Let me go to my husband!” she screamed and trashed, “Please!” her hands were reaching behind her back at the strong hand gripping her jacket. That was it! He was just holding her jacket! [Name] quickly opened the zipper of her jacket and ran. 

She reached the helicopter, scambling, almost falling over as her hands fell onto Fyodor’s wounds.

She heard him sigh. “I specifically told you to never cry over me, didn’t I?” 

Somewhere in the background Dazai was talking. Something about uncertain cards, Fyodor’s weakness, allies. [Name] didn’t care what he was talking about, her husband was dying in front of her.

“Look at me.” he said, drowning out Dazai’s annoying voice. “What is your job?”

Her breath got caught in her throat, “Plan it out, make it work.” 

“And for how many situations did we make plans to make it work?” Fyodor's purple eyes were staring deep into her own eyes.

“All.”

A new voice entered the conversation, this one [Name] knew. Chuuya.

“Do not shed tears over those who won’t be dead for long,” Fyodor spoke as he cupped her cheek with a shaking, bloody hand. “Go to your brother now, myshka. It’s not our end.” 

Fyodor bent down a little to give one last kiss on his wife's forehead before ushering her away.

With shaky legs and tears streaming down her face she walked over to Nikolai who was standing besides Dazai. 

“Don’t look so down! At least now I will be free from affection, dear sister!” Nikolai twirled his sister around, who was still silently crying as she watched her husband talk to Dazai. 

They had predicted this. They knew there was a possibility of this happening. They had plans, it would be alright, but it still hurt seeing him die.

Eventually the helicopter took off and crashed, and [Name] let out a blood curling wail as she felt Fyodor’s sign of life disappear from her own body. Dazai gave her a pitiful look while Chuuya a look of disgust. 

“Why now, beautiful, don’t cry. At least you’re rid of him now.” Dazai said as he knelt before her a few minutes later. Her mascara was smeared across her cheeks, together with tears and Fyodor's blood as her hands shook, also stained with her beloved's blood, her legs had given out not too long ago and her knees hurt from the fall. 

“You killed the man I loved with my entire being.” [Name] sobbed, oh how she wished she could just rip this heart out and break it in two, make him feel what she was feeling right now. But that wasn’t the plan Fyodor and her made. She had to stick to the plan. 

Dazai shrugged and stood up, bending back down to grab the crying woman from the floor. “Yeah well, from my perspective he deserved it. But I'll see to it that his remains get sent your way so you can give him a proper resting place, since you’re his wife. I give you my condolences, and since you are not responsible nor did you participate in your husband's actions, the Agency will give you whatever you may need to get back on your feet.”

-`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´-

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[exposing-traced-content]

oh yay youre finally posting again!! i have a few more ive found. all done by k9 1. by garden.mouse on instagram and clover-mouse on tumblr. k9 technically 'credited' but it was in his personal channel, unpinned and not pinged AFTER a user had said something about it. was not posted in a main channel (like new-emojis or announcements) where people will actually check! 2. i was unable to find the original poster as this is a heavily reposted image. i tried searching but i believe the original poster may have deleted the post or their account. i believe k9 mentioned copying this but i couldnt find it anywhere in the server 3. once again, couldnt find original artist was this was a heavily reposted image. no credit was ever given for this that i am aware of 4. i BELIEVE the original artist may be alexb2fr on deviant art, but i am not certain, as the account looks mildly suspicious. it was the earliest posting i found of the image while searching. once again, no credit found anywhere. body is almost identical, but the wings differ. you can tell it is heavily inspired though. 5. no credit needed since its an irl image! definitely traced/heavily inspired though, especially since the other drawings of this batch were all varying styles and this one was very realistic compared to the others. i apologize for no provided overlay images this time!! didnt have the time to do so

also i just wanted to take a moment to say thank you for doing this! i believe that the emoji community, especially larger creators should be held more accountable about tracing, copying, and taking inspiration off of other creators, especially when they preach about not wanting the same done to them. i dont think any of these creators should be harassed, but the emoji community has a serious hypocrisy and stealing problem, and it shouldnt be encouraged further than it already has. you are doing a good job by creating this account and i hope you arent being harassed!

SUBMISSION:

• Note: Thank you for your submission, charminglydeceased! If you wish for this to be posted leaving you anonymous, please do tell and I can repost it! I check this account from time to time as I believe it is important for artists to receive proper credit. Everyone should be held accountable for their wrongdoings. You should never trace or heavily copy another artists work for free public use without proper credentials or permission whatsoever. You cannot be a large creator and expect everyone to actively seek for the credentials you failed to provide… the community is undoubtedly filled with hypocrisy. The goal of this account is to spread awareness and proper credits creators have neglected in their posts. And thank you, fortunately enough, I have received no hate and harassment!

TRACED/COPIED: K9EMOTE

ORIGINAL(S): GARDEN.MOUSE / @clover-mouse, ALEXB2FR (?), and UNKNOWN.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Queen Lightbringer Ref | DT

Dont ask why she uh... NaKeD? (It's bcs I can't draw clothes on a frikin lizerd with wings, man, ITS SIMPLE AS THAT-)

Anyways, This is Queen Lightbringer, she hatched on a Lunar Eclipse, which is why she is tinted red (If you wanna learn more, you can go here). I don't know much about her (bcs her creator/owner (My frend Leo) didn't write her a backstory :') ) but all I can say is, she's a TALL Nightwing with a weird red tint which normie ahh Nighywings don't have also 2 colored silver scales (that also give her weird powers) that look like eyes bcs eclipses can do that now apparently. Oh yeh Eclipsed-Nightwings also have glowing eye scale patterns under their wings now. (Also her pupils are white & glow, weird am I right?)

Now as for the Bio... idk man... This is more of a placeholder bio than anything. VVV

|| idfk what her age is | Female, She/Her (pronouns might be changed) | TALL | ?? | Nightwing (Eclipsed) |

Btw Bonus lol (No wings bruh)

You know it's kinda weird to have a Nightwing w/o having a wonky ahh posture. But then again I guess bcs HER LEGS are weird longer than normal. (No that isn't bcs of the gosh digity eclipse... Unless it was?)

Anyways Credits bcs why not:

Character was designed by me. (Srry if wonky, haven't drawn dragons in like a long time + Nightwings are build weird)

Art is mine.

Program: IbisPaint

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

[mondaymelon]

𝐃𝐍𝐈 + 𝐁𝐘𝐅 + 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 !

( this is. long overdue lmao. )

✮ 𝐃𝐍𝐈:

⤷ basic rules apply !!

⤷ homophobes + transphobes fuck off ₊⊹ ❤︎

⤷ plagiarists + tracers.

⤷ people that say ai created images are "real art."

⤷ people who send or support hate ❤︎

⤷ people who act like this: 1 2 3 4

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⤷ as a minor, i do not write any fics that are not sfw!! suggestive is okay but never explicit. thank you!

⤷ please ask before translating any fics to other sites!! i do not accept reposts. same applies to fanart !!

⤷ please don't ask to be moots, id rather have us build up a friendship first :')

⤷ i have instances where. i just let asks. pile up in my inbox. it's not that i dont want to answer them - mprobably just burnt out and do not want anything to do with people at the moment !! this is not becuase i dislike you, do not take it personally !!

⤷ i call people petnames like "beloved" and "dearest". if this makes you uncomfortable, please tell me! everything i say is platonic, so please assume so without the tone indicator

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⤷ i do talk about ships i enjoy!!

⤷ dms are open but please have a reason to do so!!

⤷ very sarcastic person. uhm. instances of silly. i say very strange things. and swear with all caps and lots of emojis and exclamation marks and sometimes say wild shit concerning foul legacy's 9 mm dick /hj ... i try my best to use tone tags but if you ever feel uncomfy please let me know !!!

⤷ inbox is usually closed, so please check inbox status for its status before requesting anything! requests will be deleted if my inbox is closed, sorry!

⤷ last lil thing !! i update this from time to time, so if you dont have anything better to do, checking this post couldn't hurt :)

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my blog is also hella disorganized so don't be surprised if you cant find shit

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[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober Day 2: “Left. Other Left!”

From @flufftober 's prompt list

Title: “On your Left!”

Pairing: Sam Wilson X Reader

Tags: Fluff, Sam Wilson x gn!reader, established relationship,  Remember to wear protection!!! (helmets!), no beta we die like men, flufftober 2024, gn!reader

Warnings: implied sexual content (at the very end)

Summary: Your boyfriend suggests going for a bike ride and picnic one sunny day, only for you to end up being glared at by ducks and soaking wet.

Word Count: 1k (1034)

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive and I may have missed something (though I try not to) so please read at your own risk.

I hope you enjoy; feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome! Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

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“But... everyone can ride a bike .”

"Everyone but me," you huff, not directly at your boyfriend Sam, more at yourself. You had always been slightly embarrassed about it. It's not that you couldn't ride a bike. More that you tended to fall off a lot more. There were countless memories of you face first in a fence after going left instead of right and perhaps a sheepish apology or two to neighbours after removing a wing mirror. Bikes weren't fun. At least, not to you anyway. The thought of spending your weekend working up a sweat, wobbling on a bike, was less than appealing.

"Aw come on now, hon. " Sam said gently, rubbing your shoulder. He was doing that sweet, reassuring smile of his. Which only meant one thing. "I'll help you."

"It's not that easy, Sammie." You sigh. "Plus, I dont want to ruin my new jeans when I fall off!"

Sam grinned."Haha, no way you're that bad. "

You gave him a look and he raised his hands defensively, chuckling.

"Okay, okay, calm yourself. " He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But humour me, let's go on a short bike ride and a picnic next weekend.  I promise it'll be fun. "

You gave him a sideways glance only to be met with wide, mahogany puppy-dog eyes. Your face falls, knowing you can't say no to that handsome face.

Sam had set the picnic blanket and hamper up for you both already, well-organised as always.

"Hey, handsome," You smile at him, hoping that if you bat your eyelashes enough, he'll forget about trying to get you on the bike.

"Oh no," He grins, making his way over to you waggling a finger. "Don't try it. We're getting on the bikes first. "

Your scoff of frustration is muffled by Sam's chest as he wraps his arms around you. He looks down at you fondly, reassuring smile plastered across his lips.

"You'll be fine. I'll be right next to you."

You grumble something unintelligible as you remove your arms from around his waist, dragging your feet as you walk towards the bikes. Sam joins you on the bike path with his bike in tow not long after you've finished adjusting your helmet.

“Redwing is manning the fort in case anyone tries to steal our stuff," he says, fiddling with the straps of his helmet. He hitches a long leg over his bike with ease, settling onto the seat. He glances over at you, hands on the handlebars ready to go. Seeing the displeased look on your face and sensing your anxiety over the short cycle, he offers you a reassuring grin. "You'll be fine."

You mimic his motions and sit onto your bike. Sam looks on patiently, waiting for you to move off first. You take a deep breath. Oh, the things you do for love.

You push off from the ground, your foot finding the pedal with ease. Your arms wobble and for a moment you think you might fall but you straighten and with a push of the pedals, your bike sails gently over the dirt path. You pick up a little speed, feeling more confident, the whip of wind against your face feels amazing and you can't help smiling.

You hear the whirr of the wheels behind you as Sam catches up to you, and you beam over at him.

“I’m doing it!” You say gleefully, handlebars wobbling ever so slightly again.

“Yeah you are sweetheart!” Sam calls from somewhere behind you. The whirring sound gets faster and he calls out again. “On your left!”

Your head whips around to your right and you hear Sam say “Your other left!” from your left side but it’s too late. As you turned your head, your arms mistakenly followed suit. You had a moment that could only be described as an out of body experience as you watched yourself veer into the lake in slow motion.

Ducks angrily quack at you for disrupting their peaceful swim and you remain seated, soaked and sullen in the water glaring up at your boyfriend – who, in all fairness to him, is trying very hard not to laugh at you – with the wheel of your bike spinning with comical squeaks.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks, dismounting his bike with a stifled giggle. It only makes you glare harder.

“Do I look okay?” You snap haughtily, folding your arms across your chest with a pout. This makes Sam’s lip quiver and the shine in his beautiful brown eyes tells you he’s close to bursting with laughter… And that’s what makes you break into a grin.

Taking it as permission to laugh, Sam doubles over howling at you and you quickly follow suit. The ducks glare over at you both. As Sam wipes tears from his eyes, he wades into the water and offers you a hand up, which you gladly take.

“I’m sorry for not believing you,” He says, grinning brightly at you and pulling you closer. You roll your eyes playfully and bite back a smile.

“As you’ve waded in to rescue me from the ducks, you are forgiven.” You joke, making his smile grow. “But I don’t really want to sit in these wet clothes to eat.”

“Raincheck on the picnic?” He suggests, still grinning down at you.

"Raincheck." You confirm, sighing at the state of you both. You look back up at Sam and you can feel your heart swell with adoration. Moments like these, the happy memories they become, make you certain that you love him with all your heart. Sam clearly feels the same way, because his lips meet yours in a tender kiss.

"Come on, let's get back to our stuff. Then we'll head home and I'll run you a bath." He bends down to retrieve your runaway bike from the water. As you wade up the bank wrapping your arms around yourself, you turn back to smirk at him.

"Make it a shower for the both of us and you've got a deal."

Sam's eyebrows raise as he pushes the bike behind you but he chuckles. "Yes ma'am."

[a-mimixuk]

Oh my goodness yall.

I cant believe i gotta say this man, please dont repost my art without crediting me, ESPECIALLY ON NSFW POSTS?? 😭😭

usually id be like "oh yeah this is fine" if its just a normal repost etc but no it was tagged Playfellowxxx...

please, please PLEASE- it is not hard to ask for permission

If that certain specific someone sees this post (you know who you are). if you saw my post and intended on doing so, you would have seen my profile, my dms are open if you want to ask about reposts / using my art.

...just... think yall... no offense of course, but its a little silly.

Anyway have a good day / night whatever the time is for you 💕

[snapback3913]

Before you interact with this blog: Details, Premissions and Disclaimers

Hello, this is a blog i made to share the story of my characters.

I want this place to be safe for everyone. This includes queer people who use neopronouns, this includes polyamorous people, this includes nonbinary gays, this includes asexuals and aromantics, this includes ALL queers. No bigotry will be tolerated. Be nice to each other

Character permissions / Art

Cesil and Isaiah's reference sheet:

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Fanart, headcanons, shipping (no proship) is fine! Even selfshipping is ok though i cant imagine why you would like my characters like that. Please @ me to let me know while posting if you make fanart/edits/text posts about them i will cry of happiness

Asks/questions are encouraged i love talking about my critters. Any respectful question is okay

Genderbends and racebends (as in DnD races or otherwise) are fine UNLESS if its with the intent to detransition my characters. They dont have canon races outside being netherborns so it wouldnt be erasure if you racebend. Do NOT do that to characters with real life races oh my god dont do that

Redesigns are also fine if you are very kind while doing it or otherwise i might cry

Requests and commissions are always open! Requests not guaranteed though

Content Warnings

This blog will contain NSFW posts or posts with common phobia elements. Here are the guidelines i use:

I will mark all sexual themes, even implied or mentioned, as NSFW

I will mark visible gore as NSFW

I will not mark above waist nudity as NSFW, tits or no tits.

I will mark blood as "blood" and detailed scars as "scars", i will not mark non-detailed scars. Which is very common in my art. I will also not mark any of Cesil's blood as "blood" because its literally marmelade and looks like marmelade

Bugs, if i ever draw them, will not be detailed. I will intentionally draw spiders in a silly way for example to prevent triggering arachnaphobia. If i do draw them detailed it will be marked w the bug's name, rather than the phobia. Silly drawing example:

Generally there wont be a lot of sexual stuff so if you came here for that i am sorry.. Also i will be careful with not including needles, eyestrain inducing things and trypophobia elements for my oomf 🧡

Most things are also colorblind friendly despite my characters having colored dialogue, again, for oomf 🧡

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Dunno how to use tumblr well yet so i categorise my posts with tags. I have no idea if there already is a thing that does that-

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Remind me if i forget them

[forkpigeon3146]

whatever you do, do NOT draw your DnD character's dead mother cradling the baby version of them unless you want to cry your eyes out. LIKE THAT'S HER BABYYYYY, WAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

tumblr reduced my image quality to visible pixels so click for better quality ‼️ dont repost to other sites w/ out permission please and thank youuu ❤️ rambling below the cut because im insane about her

im not okay actually. she's so beautiful and i killed her, I CANT BELIEVE I KILLED HER oh my god.

she's so beautiful, i just poured 4 hours of time into making her piece by piece and she's dead, she's been dead for 13 years in canon, and her beloved son, my dnd character, never got to say goodbye

and the. the. tattered wings. done by my dnd character's father, she used to be able to fly and he took that away from her I AM NOT OKAYYYYYY. (said father also took her life BUT HE TOOK HER ABILITY TO FLY FIRST.) i cant believe i made this a thing. oh my god. head in my hands face down in the dirt

their similarities kill me, he looks just like his mother WAUGHHHHHH

[violetkatart]

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