#aight sorry

[blamemma]

Omg I love 2! “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Like, let's be real, this would be such a Max thing to say.

lil bit of angst (no real happy ending), vile vibes, mentions of cheating, mentions of irl wags, changed the prompt ever so slightly as well sorry xx

Daniel watches Max with a hawk-eye, tracks him as he paces back and forth, his fists clenching, un-clenching, clenching, un-clenching, palms spread wide, knuckles cracked, clenching once more.

He doesn't have much space to move in their hotel room, but Max covers every square inch in the time he takes thinking. Daniel watches as his mouth opens, always as if he's about to say something, all that leaves though is an angry 'mmph' or a swear word. Daniel wants to tell him that he looks like a goldfish; the constant 'o' of his mouth reminiscent of the pet fish he once had. He doesn't want to poke the bear though, doesn't want to make him more incessantly pissed off.

Max stops, crouches down, wrapping his arms, around his legs, hugging himself almost. The soft demeanour of his posture is starkly different to that of his face; pursed lips, furrowed eyebrow, scalding eyes. He says nothing, just stares at Daniel, through Daniel, and so Daniel pokes, breaks the deafening silence.

"Why are you mad?" Daniel asks, "It's what you wanted."

Max's arms unravel themselves from around his legs as he throws them outwards in anger and shock, but the quick movement forces him to lose his balance, tumbling backwards onto his arse. Daniel laughs and Max face scrunches up, scowling even more at Daniel.

"That is not what I wanted at all Daniel. You are not stupid enough to think I wanted you to do that, her, or I don't know maybe you are. You were stupid enough to kiss me in the fucking harbour."

"Max." Daniel tries, raising his voice slightly, overwhelmingly annoyed at how the blame is being put on him. "Max, you told me to go out and kiss someone and be photographed doing it. You don't get to tell me what's right and wrong in this fucking game you're playing. You told me to kiss someone, she was there, we were photographed. You should be fucking happy."

“I’m not mad, I just think you could have chosen someone better to kiss.” Max retorts from his place on the ground, the spare fabric of his shorts scrunched into his fists. He keeps unconsciously picking at the beard burn marks on his neck and Daniel wants to creep forward on his hands and knees, bat his hand away so he doesn't irritate them more.

"Oh alright, next time you tell me to kiss someone, I'll wait around for the pre-approved list." Daniel bites out instead. He stands up and starts pacing this time, searching for whatever reprieve it gave Max.

"If you had not been so dumb to have kissed me in public Daniel, then I would not have needed you to go out and kiss a woman so that public do not think you are gay."

"Or so Kelly doesn't think you're gay?" Daniel stops pacing instantly, feels bile form at the back of his throat. He knows they've crossed a line that they can't go back from. He could dig further down in hopes of finding gold, or beg for a ladder to get him out of this hole.

He digs.

"That's what it's all about really though Maxy," He watches intently as Max's face goes soft at the pet name, and then immediately sour again. "Can't have her finding out your dirty little secret can you. It's been harder to hide hasn't it, now I'm back on the team, back in the paddock. She'll start noticing you've disappeared after races. Start asking questions about where you are. Is that why she hasn't been to many races this season? Scared she'll see the truth."

Daniel's hurting the both of them now, but it's all he can do. His stomach turns every time he thinks about how drunk he had got, how he'd had to psyche himself up to kiss Heidi in the packed club, how he'd had to linger for longer than he'd liked hoping that someone had pictured it.

He wanted some sick satisfaction from it, wanted Max to know it was Heidi he had kissed, felt a small sense of pleasure when the picture had finally landed on numerous fan pages, hoped it was as painful as Max to see as it is for Daniel seeing him with Kelly.

"It didn't have to be her." Max whispers. He looks up at Daniel, all bright blue teary eyes, pouty lips, scarlet red cheeks. Daniel wants to kiss him; kiss him, kiss him and kiss him. Never kiss anyone else. Never want Max to kiss anyone else. For this to be enough.

Instead he sits down opposite him, curls his knees into his chest and wraps his arms around them.

"Yes it did Max. You know it did."

[unknownjesterr]

im so done with tumblr

[iceclew]

Guess what I've been doing last night (and by last night I mean I couldn't sleep and got up again at 1 am and was awake 'till 5am or smth.... :D told ya my sleep schedule is in shambles by now)

Yeaah..I am actually suprised it took me this long to squeeze them onto my most favorite universe of all...so..yeah.. hit the old fantasy- and witcher playlist and well...the mind was loong gone..at this point... I feel like this is not really 100% Witcher-verse, but also a bit Skyrim-ish?...something in between but def. fantasy like..

So what came from it are some messy sketches I like very much :D even if Hoshina is a little T-posing, lol, but that's OK..

I love how I'm not even putting the names in anymore.. xD you should now my fav bois by now hopefully...

since I totally stole that badass posture from Zhen Qu'S fanart, I feel like I at least should tag the reference - LOOK at it it's amazing <3

I wonder if I will continue the series this time, 'cause I'd love to give Narumi a proper armour and there's a certain forest elve I'd like to add as well, BUT I know my adhd brain, and I'm making no promises here..

(and def. no more allnighters, I need to get my schedule fixed, I'm at a Con this weekend, I need to get up at DECENT times god dammit)

[lancelotslair]

like a sack of rice....

[coalitiongirl]

Season Two. Regina develops a magical disease of unrequited love. There's no cure, short of Emma loving her back. And there's no chance that Emma will ever love her back.

POSTSCRIPT if you enjoy my fic, I have a book coming out this month (June 25 tentatively)!! Markless is a fantasy YA in which each person is born with a soulmark that determines their magic and their true love. Ruti is a witch without a mark on her hand, and the heir to the throne, in a quest to remain husband-free, demands that Ruti help her. Please consider preordering!! You can find out more here.

[eyes-of-nine]

he lived, he served cunt, he got put in a psych ward and probably some other shit but I've been too busy looking at all the domestic fluff to figure out the lore

[pieflavoredartz]

CSM EDITS !! i dont watch the show meself but i wanted to make these for some of the ppl who do so ENJOY HOMIES ‼️‼️ :]

[matchstique]

A sketch dumpy, a whole lotta junk in the trunk.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

The Littlest Lelouch

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, unnamed wife, OC (baby), brief cameos

Rating: pg13 (?)

Genre: Saccharine fluff, dash of angst, humor (sfw)

WC: 1,296

Warnings: Mentions of battle/blood/death (none happen on-screen), mentions of pregnancy and birth (none graphic), afab oc/insert and female pronouns, (are babies a tw?), humor of the aerin variety, not proofread, potential minor Clavis route spoilers?

Request?: Yes (currently open? also yes. pls see pinned first!)

Summary: As it would happen, having to work with the bloody beast means often having to pick up after said beast, or even indulge in the sins of war. Unfortunately for Rhodolite palace’s resident mischief maker, the call of his duty could not have come at a worse time.

A/N: Apologies if it is a bit OOC or would benefit from better pacing, I haven't read Clavis' route in a bit and he's a little tricky to nail at times without me getting cliché. (Sorry this one isn't gender neutral, for the folks familiar with my general fluff.) I worked to the best of my current ability, as the request was a bit vague. Feel free to stop by and request again sometime, nonnie!

          Clavis’ wife was due soon, expecting their first child amidst the frills and flowers that come with Spring. And excited they were to welcome the newest member of the Lelouch gang when Clavis suddenly receives summons for a round table meeting. It isn’t until much later that he returns, brows furrowing as he walks through the doors to the couple’s shared room at the palace.

         “Dearie me,” Clavis starts, running a singular gloved hand through his lilac locks, boring holes into the wall as he figured out how to best break this to his very pregnant wife. No amount of trying to haggle with the court would get him out of this, much as he tried. Hesitantly, Clavis’ wife pipes up, wanting to console her husband who seems he may fray at the seams any moment.

         “What’s wrong, Clavis? Cat got your tongue?” She jokes, waddling over best as she can, causing Clavis to fret and meet her halfway. He is far too overprotective sometimes, she feels, but understands he is that way out of sheer love for her.

         “Council was held today.” Clavis starts, receiving an acknowledging hum from his wife. At his uncharacteristic pause, she nods, gently trying to urge him to continue his train of thought. “I will have to be away for a while,” and in true Clavis fashion, he tries to soften the blow the best way he knows how.

         “Oh, but don’t you both go missing me too much. I know just how to console my lovely, dearest wife-”

         “Clavis.” If he insists on acting fine, then she will shoulder it for them both and allow him to save face.. this time. “I’ll miss you too, darling. Please come home safe.” With eyes that look like he is trying his best to hold back tears, Clavis dons his most convincing smile, gently pulling his wife in as closely as he comfortably can by her waist.

         “I knew you couldn’t resist your handsome husband,” he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to her lips, fitting every apology known to man in the sincere way Clavis cherishes her so. Pulling away, he rests his head atop hers, cursing his fate and drasted brother for nearly ruining yet another special occasion in his life.

…

         As the fateful day comes, Clavis parts from his beautiful wife, reassuring her he will be fine just as much as she does him. Riding off atop his royal steed, he waves farewell without looking back, steeling himself and all of his best inventions to end this damn thing as early as physically possible. In his plan, he hopes to lure out the enemies and confuse them with his myriad of (smoke) bombs, so that he and Chevalier may be able to finish with time to spare.

         “If I miss my child’s birth, this time I really will kill you,” Clavis threatens. At this, Chevalier simply scoffs and rides away. Cyran shakes his head, a mundane ordeal when it comes to these two.

         As fate would have it, back at the castle, just a few days after the second and third prince had set out to quell skirmishes along the borders, his wife goes into labor. It would seem the third prince’s child was not a very patient one, wishing to meet everyone as quickly as possible. Panic spreads, the early arrival of the baby having the maids rush to get everything together shortly after her water breaks. Though her husband is not present in body, he is present with her in spirit, and in all of the reading they had done together to better prepare themselves for their little one’s arrival.

         After many painful hours, a cry is heard, and thus the third prince of Rhodolite and his wife welcome a tiny baby Lelouch into the world. Hardly visible for how light a color it is, there are the smallest tufts of the signature lilac stands upon her head, and piercing eyes of gold. Having already decided upon possible names beforehand, his wife holds baby Felicia (a tribute to Clavis’ late mother Leticia) in her arms, exhausted but moved to tears over the life they created, together.

         It isn’t until two full days later, that Clavis returns home. The congratulations he receives upon his arrival is both the best and worst of news, for he is grateful they are both alive and well, but terribly distraught to have missed the birth of his first child (and being unable to support his wife as she always does him). He quickly stops by the baths, not wanting to greet them with blood still on his person.

         Gingerly, Clavis makes his way to where he finds both of his Lelouch girls, heart caught in his throat at the sight. Upon his arrival, their daughter is waving her hands around, trying to grab at her mother while she rocks her gently and sings. The gentle smile on her face brings back bittersweet memories, and an ache for a loved one he will never see again. He knows how loved their child will be, even in the most cursed depths of the royal court, and vows to never allow a hair on their heads harm, lest their enemies summon the nightmare that is Lelouchian fury above them. (Assuming they can read the warning letter.)

         “Welcome home, Clavis.” Having spotted him out of the corner of her eye, Clavis’ wife brandishes her grin his way, the glow apparent from what he could only describe as “the light of a thousand- no, a million- no, a hundred million suns!”

          “And say hi to your daddy, Felicia,” she coos, patting the baby’s back gently as she sits up further in bed. “But please don’t learn from his example.” Clavis theatrically slaps a hand over his chest, looking exasperated, as if he hasn’t the faintest clue what she could be referring to.

         “What better example would she have to learn from, aside from my most lovely wife?” Clavis sits at the edge of the bed by her side, leaning in to place a kiss to her forehead, lingering at her scent. “Would you rather she learn from one of my brothers?” At her grimace, he laughs, husky and warm and everything deliciously Clavis.

         “I was hoping Sariel could tutor her the way he did me,” she jokes, enjoying the look Clavis shoots her. “I’m kidding, love. Honestly.” He is still grimacing when she stifles her laugh. “Would you like to hold her?”

         Nothing in the world could have prepared Clavis for the reaction of finally getting to hold his beautiful, delicate baby girl in his arms… only to have her immediately begin wailing. Clavis tries everything he can to get her to stop crying, but she is only finally comforted by the feel and smell of mom, who she has become most acquainted with in her two shorts days on this Earth. A true connoisseur knows how to relish in the saltiest of tears, but these in particular left a sting in his heart. But no matter, he won over his wife’s heart, and he’ll win over his daughter’s affections. Clavis understands the appeal of being in his wife’s arms, he must admit, only slightly jealous of all her attention not being on him now.

         And if there’s anything that made Clavis happier than his wedding and the birth of his child, it’s that his little girl would prove to show her affections with signature Lelouch pitfalls. Clavis-patented, Yves-tested, Felicia-approved.

[havockingboo]

Mmm blood <3

Another night, another craving for injured boys!

[riftiee]

[INFINITE HYPERDEATH]

[caluupin]

saw an AAI screenshot from a tweet and had to draw it

[aioliravioli-69]

Heyoo!

I've been hooked on nomads recently so of course I just HAD to draw something

I know the series is pretty angsty right now, so here ya go!

the quartet (I don't know what comes after trio💀) riding on one of the turtles in the sea kingdom

I was admitedly very lazy with the outfit design and honestly I'm not even gonna try and hide the fact that that turtle was 100% traced💀

I wasn't in the mood to do ANOTHER study, which uh... probably explains a lot

Oh wow, I wonder how long that took me to-

[whatiscrackalackin]

Made it for @hatstacheweek day six! (Stargazing) Yippeee!!

[tardis-mouse]

Yo, I heard we like satanic old man titties on this website

[ao-xingyume1987]

Good Day. I would like to see Nick sitting on a horse, and Ellis looking at him with loving eyes. Thank you in advance, if you accept this request💕💕

Even if they are together in this apocalypse for so long, he can't help but still feel head over heels for the older man.