#SHE DGAF

[kuncitizen]

I LOVE THEM my little idiots <3

[xinilia]

A version of aloy exists in my head where she’s kind of just rude as fuck and I think it’s modern au aloy calling to me

[feketeribizli]

the diva helping me get thru this

[sherlockhomolmes]

this is killing me

[neo-queen-mimi]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Cleopatra in Rome getting ready for a parade ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

Her girlies Charmion & Iras are helping her get ready ~ Her most trusted servants.

[theinnermostsanctum]

Juliette stalking her stalkers is so real

(when she goes to the address registered to the truck that those wesen were watching the house from)

[saintnataly]

sure girl!

[yappacadaver]

Linnea don’t caaare

[thomasandpeteraregay]

unfunny 4komas #9 (technically 3koma again)

[abouchlaire]

This account is so on point canon miranda yall

O, Great Mother, She who watches, in whose eyes the twinned silver blades of the cold and hauntingly beautiful full moon shines, I've come to you in both servile reverence and honest inquiry.

If I were to offer myself to you, in fervent devotion, to assist in the manifesting of Eva through the Black God's endless power, would you take me in?

If it is within the darkness of your will to answer my prayer, then I must be blessed. And if it is within your infinite wisdom to not disclose so, then I shall take comfort in your presence alone.

Is bloated cajolery how you plan to serve me?

[thatbennybee]

Getting to Know You

I think Branch would be quite enthralled by Poppy's adventurous spirit the more time he spends with her. There's not many trolls in the village who like to leap into danger head first like him.

Or it could just be the suspension bridge effect from all the tree swinging and climbing with Branch being carried like luggage the whole time. Who knows 🤷🏾‍♀️ Not like Poppy has picked up on it, she just wants cheesy crackers rn tbh.

[fairycosmos]

how it feels to email your local representative

[themintsimmer]

can't reach her. serenity has no issue doing what...or whoever is convenient for her.

next | foxbury tales let's play series playlist

[natdocx]

How to stop your worried girlfriend from complaining: a one step guide by Princess Anil.

[cheeseproducts]

nail painting

[juicerca]

“make me dizzy,, ₍^. .^₎⟆

sylus x reader ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

a/n : i got a fever too. me and xavier synched up like we on our periods together (WHICH IM ON </3) or some shit. my nose is stuffy and my body is burning 😭 !!!!! sylus fever fluff written to comfort my pain. just a short lil thing <3 SUPER SHORT </3333 cus my brain is broken and ill and i have an exam in two days WAAAA

synopsis : f!reader gets sylus to cool her down when her fever gets too unbearably hot by calling him over

content : pure fluff/comfort fic. i can't bring myself to write sylus angst (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) also sorry i keep writing MC in pathetic situations. i love girlboss MC as much as the next girlie i SWEAR, mc is cat-like/a little spoiled AGAIN (sylusMC is SOOO CATTY TO ME)

pet-names : kitten, sweetie, cutie, princess,

word count : 642

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you lay in his (basically yours at this point) black silk sheets, tossing and turning, kicking your feet in nothing but a small black vest and your underwear. no matter how much you shimmied around, your feet felt hot, your entire body burned with a heat that made your sweat feel unbearably lukewarm and sticky on your skin.

the sheets were most definitely damp from all the cold (now room temperature) towels that you had used to try to cool your body. but to no avail. nothing was making it more bearable. 5 cool towels around your neck just didn't cut it.

and so, you crawl across the endless expanse of bedding to grab your phone (with some difficulty). there was only one person you wanted to see you like this.

you spam him with this sticker about 10 times before the three dots finally appear. you wait for two seconds...five...ten...god why is this message taking so long? you grumble, huffing with his pillow tucked under your chin and contemplating throwing your phone against the plush back of his bed.

he calls you before you manage to hurl your device,

"kitten? do you need something? i'm at the store now."

"huh? i thought you said you'd be at an auction?"

he chuckles,

"i was at one. but you only text when you want something... or if you miss me... and considering how you're in my room and i saw you this morning, i assume it's the former. though i'd be very flattered if it was the latter."

"i also text when i see something that reminds me of you."

"that fits into the latter." he smile through the phone. you can faintly hear the bustle of the convenience store as well.

"...i feel a fever coming on. can you get me some ice cream?"

"got it. what else?"

"i want you..." you mumble into his pillow, feeling sluggish.

"..."

"respond..." you whine close to tearing up.

but before you can pick up more of a fuss, he's already next to the bed with a grocery bag in one hand and his phone in the other and his evol swirling around him.

not really thinking, you immediately go to nuzzle your heated face into his tummy. it's not really that comfortable, and you brush against the cold metal of his zippers that scratch at your face. but, nonetheless, it's just what you needed. he always is.

he puts away his phone and the bag onto the floor, gently carding through your hair and his voice a soft rumble,

"hi sweetie... want your ice cream now?"

"later..." you take his hands, putting them on your face in a happy mewl, "so cool..."

"aren't you just a cutie? does my princess want me to cool her down?" he smiles, sliding one hand down to your sweltering neck. you exhale in satisfaction, it's a little congested and you look like a sticky mess...but he thinks you're adorable. he always will.

spoiling you was irreplaceable to him. there was nothing in the world more special than the feeling of being your one and only prince, dictated by his only princess. you could have anything you wanted, be as bratty and as demanding as you wanted, surrounded by luxuries and comfort and you chose him to be your supplier and partner in it all. it was undeniably his favourite feeling in the world.

you nod, settling like putty into his large hands. gently but surely bringing you back to a comfortable temperature. as you drift off, you hear him softly humming to you a lullaby. something familiar but yet not quite. he might not have ever experienced the song in his own childhood, but everything he found beautiful and comforting was something he would share with you.

your life adorned in joy and comfort would always be his priority.

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