#ahhh thank you for this ask!!!

[sga-owns-my-soul]

Ooooh WIP Wednesday?

✨ for Rodney Raises Torren - sooo intrigued by the title!

WIP Wednesday!

ooh boy this is a sad but good one, i got the idea for this when watching search and rescue and rodney freaked about the complications of child birth, and i thought "well, what if...?" i'm taking your star to mean number 1 so i'm adding my favourite scene that i've written so far that's actually a bit from super late into the fic

✨ - Rodney Raises Torren

"John! Ronon! Guys, holy shit!" Rodney's voice crackled to life through John's radio, and he immediately started running towards their quarters.

"Rodney, what's wrong? Is Torren okay?"

"He's walking! All on his own, he's walking!! You need to get here right now, hurry up!" The anxiety that was rising in John was instantly replaced with pride and excitement, and he ran even faster. Ronon rounded the corner at the same time as him and they grinned at each other as they ran the rest of the way to their room.

"You're doing so good buddy, look at you go!"

John watched Torren with wide eyes, tears welling up as he watched their little boy take a few hesitant steps before finding his confidence and taking two big steps towards Rodney, who grabbed Torren right before he fell forwards.

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[hanafubukki]

I'm a sucker for the "kissing scars" scenario and I just saw your tag about Lilia having them and now I can't stop thinking about it!!! aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA

[about this post]

YOU AND ME BOTH ANONIE YOU AND ME BOTH AHHHH 🫂🫂💞💞

I headcanon that Lilia has scars. I mean how can he not? He fought in war. He was shocked by thunder. There is no way he doesn’t have scars. Inflicted on him or through training, he has them.

Look at his outfit? Love the outfit. Chef kiss. Sexy sexy fae. But you can’t tell me that armor will protect him from everything (unless it’s magicked?? Or something?? 🤔)

His general outfit is more speed and brunt force attack than defense (from what I can tell) so he has to have had some injuries.

I can see Lilia hide his scars with magic. He didn’t want his boys to worry. Even now, centuries later, he can feel them.

The pain has dulled but it’s still there, some days it hurts more than others. But he sees the smiles in front of him and he’s know each one was worth it. For this moment right in front of him.

When he attends NRC, the diasomnia uniform covers them without issue, and the moments they aren’t? A little magic will do the trick. Beside, he looks cuter this way, wouldn’t you say?

Can you imagine then? The vulnerability of him revealing these scars to you? You running your hands over them? Feeling the uneven skin.

Some scarred red as if new; some darkened with time. All of different sizes. Some too close to places that, for anyone else, would have been fatal.

Can you imagine then? Taking those hands and kissing them? Each and every scar? Can you imagine kissing the scars on his back. Those over his heart? The one by his neck, any deeper it would have spelled his end.

Imagine running ointments over his scars. Him blissfully sleeping. Lilia waking up refreshed for once in many years.

Aches nearly gone. All these years he had kept them hidden, managed the pain on his own, but with you; he has finally been able to rest and recover in a way he hasn’t in a long time.

He finally allowed himself to be vulnerable.

I can see Lilia, after book 7, not hide it anymore. There’s no point. The truth is known and he would rather reserve his magic than waste it.

He might not show it out in the open but in the dorm? In his room? When he’s with family and you? He doesn’t hide it anymore.

His scars are a part of him. They spoke of his past. It spoke of his sacrifices. A constant reminder of what led to his present.

It’s something he doesn’t need to hide anymore.

Not now and not ever again.

He is Lilia Vanrouge, the one who loves his family.

[mschismosa]

Hello! I absolutely love your dgs art! I was just wondering if you were considering posting the one asoryuu art of them lying down from status1748267189973516307 from twt on here? it's one of my favorite recent asoryuu arts and I always come back to it over time ;u;

Thank you this is so sweet ❤️(⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

I'm so happy to know something of mine is one of your favorites!! I drew some extra doodles just for youuu ✷

[stanpinesdykewife]

i love your work so so sooo much, i’ve read golden countless times now and let me just say I NEED THAT OLD MAN!! if you’re willing to write it, can i request a drabble of stanley sitting a fem reader on his lap and holds her legs open while he plays with her 🙏 i’m sorry if that’s too specific but i’ve literally never requested anything on here ever 😭 thank you so much and i really look forward to your future works!!!

hi this ask made me insane. I'M INSANE thank you so so much for the golden love and for such a CRAZY request like it was crazy it made me CRAZY!! THANK YOU!!!

easy (posted on ao3) stan/reader (fem!reader in ch1, transmasc!reader in ch2) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified fluff and smut, 3011 words per chapter

summary:

You want to watch a movie, but Stan can't keep his hands off you.

in my mind this is a continuation of speed dating but read it however you like!!! thank you so much again i hope you like it!

[erinwantstowrite]

i love how u draw peter i want to put him inside of a microwave until he explodes . he's so cute

i agree with this sentiment so hard. like i see him and i'm like "i can't physically shake him around so i need to either 1) write someone in the story doing so or 2) put him into a situation"

[petricorah]

i love the way u draw katara omg

ahhh thank you so much! here, pls take some lineart of her [id in alt]

full color drawing here

[ruporas]

wolfwood being meant to care about someone so openly and honestly OOOOGH *explodes*

anyways with the modern au vision, as much as it pains me to hear about the devastation they go through, and their 2 year breakup followed by a period of uncertainty and being afraid of hurting or being hurt... as painful as all that is, in the end, i'm still just glad that they are both alive and well and able to go through this with each other 😭

anyways thank you for your art and keep up the great work as always, it brings much joy to my life!! <3 easily my favorite trigun art and artist ^^

-- jay

eee youre so sweet, thank you so much for enjoying my modern au vision!!!! and i wholeheartedly agree... i think in every universe, they're bound to end up with conflict, separation, lots of anger and grief within their own personal lives that'd inevitably entangle into how they'd perceive one another and themselves and what they both think they deserve. even in a modern au, they cannot escape their self doubts... that's just the kind of people they are </3 but the time they didn't have in canon, they will have it in a modern au, allowing time to recover, allowing another chance. at the end of it, i like to imagine them happy and married and with a small family of their own, living long and peacefully.

thank you so much for your kind words T_T!! i'm happy that my work can make you happy, thank you!

[ofswordsandpens]

the greek big three kids have a little too much of their grandfather in them as i like to say……

!!! and thinking about the cyclical nature of greek mythology: Kronos killing his father, Zeus (his son) killing him, and now....

its just there. there's something offbeat about the greek big three kids. written in the dna that they don't have. Like its not just that big three kids are scarily powerful (well it is and it isn't) there are these thoughts, these instincts, that they all seem to be actively fighting off through out the series, both consciously and subconsciously... and yet a part of them is also hungry for it. starving for it. Power or Darkness or Cruelty or Control or some Other Thing in some form or way. I just. love it.

[babsvibes]

Do you have a least favorite character?

BOY DO I!

If Alice has a million haters, I’m one of them. If Alice has one hater, it’s me. If Alice has no haters, I have left this world.

Listen. I understand the mark of a good antagonist is that they can elicit a reaction from you and/or lead to an interesting story. I get that. My least favorite character should be someone that bores me (like any of the one-off characters in the fender bender episode). HOWEVER. Alice, driver of the When Hairy Met Smoothies (disgusting) truck, activates my bloodlust with her road raging horn. Oh boo-fucking-hoo “change is scawy,” she almost ran over a kid because she didn’t want to make a left turn. Her apology is shit. Her ideas are shit. Her attitude is shit.

In short, I’m keying her stupid truck.

[typingwithmyhandstied]

For funsies write a fake blurb of a fake book that is simply every white fantasy ya novel ever

Perfect for fans of A Court of Thorns and Rose and Lightlark, a showstopping debut infused with magic, romance, and deceit in equal part, comes A Season of Flames.

Nineteen-year old Indigo Candlewood does not want her life to change. She is perfectly content to continue living in her small, fairy tale village for the rest of her existence. Everything is perfect, or it used to be.

Indigo's world is turned completely upside down when she meets a dark, handsome stranger in the woods outside her cottage. Little does she know that this stranger is the prince of the kingdom of Taliopia, and he is looking for a queen...

Too bad, Indigo doesn't want to be a queen, so when the prince, Casltin, brings her back with him to his castle, she panics and forms a deal with an even darker and more mysterious man who may or may not be immortal. In exchange for his help in an escape, Indigo will and steal more than just the prince's heart....

As Indigo gets closer both to the prince and the mysterious stranger, she learns that they are enemies. She must make a choice between them, and she fears that the one she doesn't choose will end up dead. What will Indigo do?

In this dark and twisting romance, Indigo will have to choose between two men and two kingdoms.

[assortedvillainvault]

Hi! I was browsing the Lord Shen tag and found your blog 👀. I loved the headcanons for ShenxReader through the wolf henchmen's pov ❤️.

Would you mind sharing some headcanons but from the pov of the fluffy Lord peacock himself?

Hi Anon, thank you so much!!

I'm so sorry that my Lord Shen Masterlist slipped my mind - I'm fighting tumblrs atrocious tag search to find my previous writings for him and get them on there for you. In the meantime please - have some more!

Lord Shen x Reader Headcannons

- This stuck up, mithery, hairpin tempered ball of anxiety and condescension is officially your problem now. I mean. You chose this, so I’ll leave it to you as to what end of the bad choices scale you’re landing on, but man. You sure picked.

- I also can’t get over the fact that – in China and most of the East: white is associated with death and sadness, and mourning. You not only picked the unhinged genocide gun bird, you picked the only person in all of China to be literally born emo via albinism.

- I will get back to the above, but I’m mcfucking losing it over the image of Shen being. The smaller of the two of you.

- Like if you were a smaller creature he could properly get his elegant noble stride on, nose in the air and tail gently swishing behind him as he circles you, admiring every angle and relishing the nervous, excited little glances you give him. He might not be a strictly predatory species but he sure loves that thrilling edge of not-quite-stalking. He’s too high class for the genuine article, that’s what he has the wolves for.

- But if you had the audacity to be larger than him?!

- He’d grind his teeth if he had any. He wants so badly to intimidate you – making sure to step with an extra click of metal coated talons, words honey-barbed and sticky as he looks for chinks in your armour, having to crane his head back and up to look you in the eye and- look- could, could you just- just lean down? Lean down for goodness sake just- there. There. Lovely. As he was saying…

- Shen going to go bananas planning the perfect courtship. Everything must be. Exactly. As he plans it. God forbid you trip on the stairs. If you bribe the guards to move all furniture two inches to the left you’re going to have a great time watching Shen’s eyelid twitch for twenty minutes as he tries to figure out what’s ticking him off.

- Want a shortcut? Say nice things about his cannon. No seriously, it’s not a euphemism (though it could be-)

- The cannon is the culmination of Shen’s ambitions, the reason for his exile, the demonstration of ingenuity that set him apart. Seeing you run a hand smoothly over the intricate castings and complimenting his life's work is going to fill him with so many butterflies he’ll have the wedding ready by noon.

- Of course he does, underneath all the royal snobbery and sass, really, genuinely like you. More than he ever thought he could ever like another person. Go you.

- ...He can’t contain the terror that you might not like him back. Not because of all the murder, no, that’s clearly not the issue. But because he isn’t perfect enough for you. Because he’s not enough.

- Shen popped out of his egg all but rocking the 2007 bangs and MCR soundtrack of his time: born the colours of death in a house and species traditionally all the colours of the rainbow will have been like a self fulfilling prophesy – unspoken but not forgotten as he grew up and internalised his inadequacy by striving for excellence in literally everything else in life.

- Excellence in the form of weaponry, security, excessive control and genocidal ruthlessness. Combined with ingenuity, high intelligence and paranoia: all wrapped in a package of straining courtly manners and a need to constantly have the upper hand.

- You keep taking the fucking rug out from under him by reversing the script and being nice. Even his nanny (soothsayer, who has having a great time munching popcorn and giving incidental commentary) gives him shit and drives him up the wall – yet you’re out here, smiling (how dare you-) and- and saying he looks good (he knows, knows he looks sickly and out of place, a reaper amongst royalty-) and – of course you want to hand his hand really, who wouldn’t (who would?) - he’s fine, he’s fine-

- If he dared to let you go, he’d shatter like a discarded doll.

- How does it feel, reader, to hold the fate of all China in the balance of your smile?

[silvercap]

"it’s okay, you can touch me, i won't break" involving Leon in a hospital bed?

Ahhh yes okay I see the vision!!

(Prompts)

Punctured lung. Severe concussion. Broken fingers, shattered elbow, the sling over Leon's chest holding his entire left arm stiff and unmoving. Chipped tooth. Contusion after contusion and laceration after laceration that leave Leon's skin a swollen shade of purple-red, the sterile white of bandages and gauze interspersed with bruises on every spare inch of Leon's skin that Chris can see. His lip is split, left eye swollen shut and almost black, blood still crusted around a nostril from where it'd been broken during the constant beatings. There's a butterfly strip on his forehead, two more on his cheek. Hunnigan had told Chris that it was meant to be a solo mission to somewhere relatively calm and simple, but the list of Leon's resulting injuries is so extensive that Chris wants to punch whichever authority figure planned it out. No solo mission should require facing down an entire facility of armed men.

Leon's breaths wheeze on the inhale despite the oxygen cannula pressing gently into his nose, cracked lips parted slightly as he peers over at Chris with a slightly-cloudy blue eye, glassy with the painkillers feeding into his system from the bandaged IV site in the back of his hand. Chris wants so badly to reach out and cradle it, but they've stabilized Leon's wrist with a splint as well, and he's just... he's scared. It's terrifying, to see the aftermath of such suffering painted so brutally on Leon's skin, and Chris feels nausea rise in his stomach whenever he thinks about the possibility of causing him more agony. Even the nurses earlier had been unable to treat Leon without making him groan, an attempt to sit him farther upright leaving him panting for breath and beaded with sweat.

Leon seems so fragile like this, wounded and vulnerable. Chris hasn't ever seen him this badly injured before, and he feels like he can't breathe every time he goes over the medical chart in his mind. God, he wishes he'd been there to protect Leon, do more than just sit here watching.

"You can touch me, you know," Leon rasps into the silence, voice crackling and breathy. His lips quirk to the side in what Chris thinks is a sad attempt at a smile, looking more like a grimace than anything else. His brow furrows in concentration. "It's okay, I'm not going to break."

Chris swallows tightly, dampness pricking at his eyes. The look on Leon's face has turned to pure sorrow, guilty and pained, and Chris leans forward in his chair to hesitantly stroke over Leon's bangs with careful fingers, tucking them behind his ear. Leon's eyelid flutters shut, his hand shifting weakly atop the blanket to creep over towards the edge of the bed. Chris catches it securely in a broad palm, lifting it up to his lips to kiss the back of Leon's barked knuckles.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"I'm tough," Leon says softly, trying again for that agonized smile. "Takes more than a few brass knuckles to shatter me."

"Jesus." Chris can't help but sob, leaning forward to press a damp kiss to a relatively unbruised spot on Leon's cheek. "You really have a way of lightening the mood."

"What can I say," Leon croaks, head falling back against the pillows. His throat is just as purple as the rest of him, dark fingerprints pressed into the sides of his neck. Faint anger stirs under the distress, but Chris pushes it down in favor of cradling Leon's hand to his mouth again. This time, he doesn't let go. "I've always had a way with words."

[bishicat]

[crawls up your pantleg like a kitten begging for food] bishi have you ever draw kerry? will you draw kerry? when will you draw kerry?

kerry has been given the sketch dump treatment as we speak!

[valeriianz]

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lol three more pens! you get some quick lines for the next chapter of Bolt in the Blue:

“Did you hear tonight is sold out?” Morpheus hums with a tone of something like pride. “I did.” Hob grins.  “It's for you, you know.” “How can you be so sure?” Hob's voice drops, quiet and sincere. “People love you.”

Send me a 🖋️ and I will add one sentence to my wip and reply with it

[junebluues]

i caved and made an oc… say hi to the silly guy with a barely noticeable piercing i added because i felt like it

i was gonna make a sona/self-insert but i was like nah i’m making an entirely new oc what about it