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[ceruleancattail]

if you're okay with it, could i request floyd and rook with gn reader who has many scars and marks on their body? like in a comfort way, and not in a weird way lol, if you decide to take the request, then thank you!

Scarred

Floyd x reader, Rook x reader

Floyd traces them.

Gently pressing his finger into your skin, chuckling at the way it sinks it ever so slightly. Dragging his hand across the length of those marks on your body. He traces them with a somewhat amused air, as if he was drawing a line between all the dots.

Almost like those old connect-the-dot picture books for children. You could feel the chill of his nail, skating from one mark to another. Connecting all the marks engraved into your body, trying to make sense of them all.

If you try to shake him off, or cover them up, Floyd’s whining away. His lower lip juts out in a petulant pout, shaking your arm until you let him continue. If you ask him why he does it… well, Floyd doesn’t really have a proper answer to that!

It’s nice feeling your skin under his hands. It’s like flipping the pages of a book, Y’know? Looking at all the underlined words, the little annotations… feeling the little creases left from the owner dog-earring their favourite pages… little things like that. The loving marks of a book read over and over again.

These scars and marks, they all tell stories, don’t they? The grand saga of shrimpy throughout the ages!

Besides, you’re warm. Warmer than anything else in this great wide world, so let Floyd cling onto you, yeah?

Just for a bit longer, Shrimpy.

Let him stay with you.

Rook likes looking at all the marks on your skin.

It’s fascinating, truly. You catch him staring a little more than he should, but how could Rook ever tear his eyes away? It’s you, after all.

He watches them stretch and wrinkle with every movement, etched onto your skin like carvings on marble, dug into the stone with determined hands. Sometimes, Rook even shows you his own. Rolling up his sleeves to reveal arms scratched and gnawed at, faint white lines running jagged through his skin.

The well-earned rewards from the hunt. If you’re willing to listen, Rook will dazzle you with tales from each of his exploits. Describing each experience with enthusiastic gusto, coaxing a smile onto your face with his contagious grin.

If you’ll allow him, Rook would love to examine them up close. Fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly, following the outline of every single mark your skin has to show him. Allowing his fingers to roam, Rook hums softly. Drawing brillant constellations across your body, gentle voice whispering the story of each one into your ear softly.

Don’t you see, love? You are made of stars.

De toute beauté, darling.

[palebluebirdcomputer]

[lesbianasfuckwomen]

Iwaizumi: does anybody have any good ideas?

Oikawa: I have one!

Iwaizumi: one that does not include kidnapping Tobio and suffocating him with a pillow.

[blobee]

you're such a neat guy

*fucking bites you*

- mothboy (bombyx mori ill have you know. irl trust not fake)

Neat? Precisely

Thank you thank you

B')

[dearly-befuddled]

I want every one who is not American to know that the key lime pie should not look like that, please and thank you

[uncertainwallflower]

PICREW CHARACTER DESIGN GAME So...I made my BTDATS darlings in Picrew. And now I'm turning it into a tag game. Blame @kay-elle-cee.

Rules: Make a couple characters (or just one! as many as you want/have time for) from your WIP. Use whatever Picrew suits the vibe best—just make sure to link it. Tag a couple people to do the same.

Here they are (plus ickle James from his school days) using this template:

1–9: Lily, Dorcas, James, Timothy, Remus, Marlene, Peter, Sirius, Baby James.

Tagging: @kay-elle-cee @merlinsbbeard @abihastastybeans @athenasparrow @quotidian-oblivion @charmsandtealeaves

[bloodfromthethorn]

Getting used to being lost and found

“You really think you’d be able to catch me in just one day?” “You wouldn’t even see me coming.” - Tiberius Kovac dies. Jack doesn’t come home. Mac has a few things to say about that. Set between Seasons 3 and 4 (and AU from there).

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When Mac learned that Tiberius Kovac was dead, his first reaction was a sigh of relief. He’d never wholly subscribed to the idea that some people were just better off dead, but in this one particular case, he thought he was justified in making an exception. Every piece of information he’d been able to gather in his partner’s absence had made it abundantly clear: Kovac was the worst of the worst, and there wasn’t a prison on Earth deep and dark enough to entirely snuff out the damage he was capable of wreaking on innocent people.

It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that it meant Jack could come home.

Of course, Kovac being dead didn’t mean that Jack would be home any time soon. Mac hadn’t ever been caught up in such an extended mission, nor one involving quite so many different agencies and governments, but he’d seen enough of the intelligence community to know that debriefs could be a bitch. Given how much time and manpower had gone into the hunt, Mac wouldn’t have been hugely surprised if it took Jack weeks to get through all the meetings and reports sure to be bearing down on him. Expecting him to show up in LA with a smile inside of a month was deeply naïve.

Even when that time passed and no Jack appeared, Mac stayed calm. Coming off any mission was always hard and it was almost standard practice to demand some time to yourself once all was said and done. After spending more than a year on a hunt to the death, Jack would be well within his rights to drop off the grid for a good long while. Mac couldn’t say he’d expected it, exactly – he’d figured Jack would at least make it back to the States before holing up – but it wasn’t a surprise. With everything that had come before it, he refused to choose now of all times to start worrying.

Except then another month passed.

And another.

It was only after Kovac had been dead for precisely one hundred days that Mac finally allowed himself a moment of doubt.

Continue on AO3 ->

[ghostthecryptid]

I just think that Scout didnt realize he fell for Sniper at first

He was like "yeah hes like my best friend"

and after awhile he starts to think "Oh shit. Maybe I am falling for him"

and he gets so confused because he didnt realize he liked men?

And after a bit of figuring stuff out he realizes he does infact like both men and women and did in fact fall for Sniper

Sniper def realizes he falls for Scout but keeps it to himself because Scout had his sights set on asking Miss Pauling on date (despite how many times he tries and fails)

and it turns into both of them pretending they arent in love and the mercs betting on which one confesses first because goddamn is it so apparent to the others

[jynxeddraca]

BG3 Drabble - Astarion/Tav Moonridge

Wrote this up one day because I had absolute fluff on the brain and was impatient to get to the romance part of the fanfiction I'm writing. It's just a short, cute, fluffy thing about Astarion and my Tav - post confession - where she wants help sleeping and Astarion is privately suspicious of what her "real" intent is. All my original posts about Baldur's Gate 3 are located here: [Link] If you just want the AO3 link, that's here: [Link]

Astarion was a little skeptical of Tav’s motives when she asked him to lay on her when they went to bed.  The excuse she’d given him was because she’d been having troubles falling asleep and said it would help.  While she had assured him, multiple times, that she really was fine not having sex until he was ready, there was still a paranoia in the far back of his mind that it wasn’t true.  That she was far less okay with it than she claimed.  That this was some kind of manipulation to entice him.  That part of his brain had him all but convinced this was a scheme.

“I promise it’s nothing nefarious I just…sleeping with you on me is comforting.”  Tav had admitted, sounding embarrassed and face flushing.  “No sex, I swear.”

Hesitating only a little bit, he’d agreed – as of late he found himself incapable of telling her ‘no’, especially not to any kind of bedroom activity.  Once Tav laid back on his bedroll, Astarion stretched out over her before carefully lowering down.  Placing his head over her chest, he slowly put his weight on her.  Waist resting between her legs, arms bracketing her torso before sliding up under her shoulders, so his hands were by the pillow.  Her heart steadily thumping under his ear as he settled.

“Comfortable?”  Tav asked uncertainly.  Her hands lifted and moved around him. One hand found his hair and slowly, gently, she carded her fingers through it, nails gingerly scratching his scalp as she did so.  The other hand gently rested on his shoulder, running her thumb idly up and down soothingly.  However, he made a face when he felt her legs shift – certain they were about to wrap around him.  Instead, they both simply bent at the knee, one a bit more than the other, and went still.  It took him longer than he would ever admit to realize that she was just shifting to be more comfortable.  Same way she did every time she’d fallen asleep under him.

“I am.”  Astarion said softly.  He wasn’t lying.  Physically, this was comfortable for him.  Emotionally though, it was far less comfortable.  They had gone to bed like this before, more than once, but it had always been after a vigorous round of sex when both of them had been too lazy to move apart from each other.  Any other time he rested on top of someone like this had been for the same reasons.  Even his body knew this and, despite still having clothes on and not wanting to do anything, there was a twitch in his groin anticipating something more energetic to come.  As he felt the twitch, Astarion was relieved that he was taller than her, from his position her pelvis was just under his stomach, no where near close enough to have felt the involuntary reaction.

“See?  It’s not so bad.”  She teased lightly.

He only gave a humorous chuckle in response.  Part of him waited on edge though, expecting her to initiate something.  Expecting any moment to feel her hips tilt or her body arch up against him.  Instead, she simply laid quietly, humming softly in the dark, drawing her fingers through his hair.  Absently, her tail took up it’s usual spot, draping and curling around his lower leg.  Slowly, her humming faded, her fingers in his hair slowed before resting on his neck, her breathing evened out, and the hand resting on his shoulder went limp, sliding down.

Astarion blinked.  ‘She’s…asleep?’ The sound of her heart slowing to it’s nightly rhythm under his ear confirmed it.  Staring off to the side, head cradled on her chest, he once again felt his world crack and reorganize around him.  Which it seemed to do that more often than he liked with her.

Tav had genuinely meant it. Tav wasn’t initiating sex, or coercing him into something they agreed not to.  All she wanted was to feel his weight on her because she was having trouble falling asleep.

The urge to push himself up and stare at her was strong.  He probably would have if the feeling of her hand resting on his neck, fingers twitching softly as she started to dream, hadn’t been so damn soothing.  Instead he closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her.  ‘Damn woman.’ He thought nearly laughing.  ‘You have no idea what you do to me do you?’

[andi-is-bored]

i watched percy jackson finally, like a few hours ago.

i have no words except to say: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD IM OBSESSED LIKE HWAT LIKW HOW WAS THIS NOT IN MY LIFE BEFORE LIKE OMH AND ANNABETH IS PERFECT AND PERCY IS PERFECT AND GROVER IS PERCECT AND EVERYTHING IS PERFECT!!

so yeah

[subaerial-dweller]

theory:

ok so i know episode 1 literally just ended, but i had this thought halfway through and i need to write it down in case i'm right.

i think ranboo might face reveal at the end of episode 3? for one, they said we would be most surprised by the ending, and his fans would certainly be shocked with a face reveal. secondly, i think the ending has to do with their character taking off the mask because that's what 'showfall media' controls him with. and under the mask it might not make sense for him to have another mask, in the storyline.

ranboo seems to be a lot more comfortable now than a couple of years ago, but of course there's no pressure to do anything like that. because it's a pretty personal decision and not up to us to push him to do something he doesn't want to do. but i thought i should write it down, so on the off chance that it does happen, i can feel all nice about it. great episode, by the way! loved charlie, sneeg, and the ghouls. can't wait to see more on may 26th!

[transgender-catboy]

So I got over it and went out anyways. Ended up being called Ma'am 3 fucking times though

[urlocalsadkid-l]

no i don’t just want peoples attention i need it.

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

I gave them mustaches because I could.

[brotherbandchronicles]

Edvin Week: Day 2: Clean

@brotherbandarchive

It’s Ulf who finds him by the stream. It feels like he left their camp to wash his hands a couple of minutes ago, but the cold that crept into his fingers and Ulf’s concerned look suggest otherwise. Edvin doesn’t know how long he’s been there, but he knows that Hal’s blood was on his hands. And they still don’t feel clean enough.

He forces himself to stop his hands from moving – he rationally knows that all the blood is long gone – and bows his head down, closing his eyes. He can feel Ulf kneeling down beside him, reaching out to raise his hands from the water.

“Ed,” he breathes quietly, probably noticing how ice-cold they are. Edvin lets out a shaky breath.

Ulf keeps holding his hands. Edvin thinks if he didn’t, he would probably shove them back into the water. He finally opens his eyes to meet his gaze. Ulf’s eyes are sad, filled with worry. Edvin is not sure wheter the worry is for Hal or him or Stig, who had to be led away by Stefan, while Edvin was working on the wound in Hal’s chest.

Ulf is one of the two three Herons, who know what it’s like to be on both sides. He knows what’s like to be under Edvin’s careful but unforgiving hands. They might all be warriors, but their healer is the one who bargains with death for their lives.

“Let’s get you to the camp, 'kay?”