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[stbot]

We’ll do it together.

[azuremist]

People are getting their fanfics deleted from AO3 for having “proshippers DNI” in the tags… Isn’t this what y’all were violently racist towards that one woman who was up for the OTW Elections about? Censorship of any kind being a slippery slope to banning all queer content or whatever?

[hwaitham]

⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ first piece of marginalia ( of many , hopefully :3 ) about eremite!al haitham && akademiya student!reader ♥︎ f!reader + not proofread + subtly implied trauma on both reader n haitham's end

you first meet the eremite who's to serve as your bodyguard throughout your research expedition on the day of your departure, at your designated meeting spot under the pavilion in pardis dhyai. its stone pillars cascade with vines of sumeru roses that shine a sweet lavender hue under the morning sun— one of which you've plucked and tucked into your hair earlier, leaning over the railing to gaze at your reflection in the pond and smile at the beauty of it.

(and a petal which has unknowingly slipped off and fallen to rest ever so delicately within the dip of your clavicle.)

“al haitham, yes? um, hello!” you greet the eremite as he walks into the pavilion with a quiet waver to your voice, bow respectfully, try to still the timid pitter-patters of your heart that only seem to worsen the longer you're in his presence.

because this man standing before you is large— tall, broad, as stunning as the pale blue moon. his upper body is strapped with tough sinew and yet his waist remains lean, torso mostly bare save for the pashmina shawl draped about his neck and the worn leather holster slung across his chest.

and he's silent. offering you only a small bow in return before giving you a quick once over, gait unhurried as he takes one, two long strides to stand by your side. it's an arduous task to bring yourself to look up at his face, but you do— lips parting in awe when you realise he's unlike any other desert eremite you've met before.

the trimmed red silk tied around his head shelters only one of his eyes.

how interesting, you think to yourself, for what you know of desert eremites is that they are convinced all things betray, even their own sight.

you bite your tongue to stop the questions that bubble and ebb at the forefront of your throat from tumbling past your lips, the innate scholarly need to learn and dissect and digest and know. a surprised little squeak escapes you instead when he turns his head and catches you staring, meeting your curious eyes with technicoloured cyan.

“is something the matter?”

“no, not at all! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare,” you flush hot under the intensity of his gaze, play with the flouncy sleeve of your blouse while you giggle nervously. you're unsure whether it's his size, or his beauty, or his quiet dominance that makes you feel much more shy than you'd like to feel, far too giddy— as if you're a little girl back in grade school.

“alright. shall we get going then? we're losing daylight with each second that passes.” al haitham holds a hand out in front of you, waiting expectantly.

you tilt your head in confusion and pout. what's he asking for? a tip? your hand?

“your bags?” he heaves a sigh, rests his other hand on his hip. you feel a hint of irritation in his words, and your heart wilts a little, “did you want me to carry them?”

“oh!” you exclaim in realisation before hoisting your travel bags further up your shoulders, force a reassuring smile on your lips. “it's okay, i couldn't possibly ask that of you. i can handle it myself, really!”

that couldn't be further from the truth, and al haitham sees right through it, with your shoulders hunched forward from the leaden weight of your bags slung atop them, the wince in your step as you walk towards the pathway, how you nearly topple over when you lose the slightest bit of balance.

“hey,” he pinches his brow, a certain roughness in his voice when he calls out to you that withers into something more gentle, tender after you turn to look at him. sweet and innocent and dewy-eyed. like a flower too frail, one whose stem may snap clean off if looked at the wrong way. “let me take them.”

al haitham doesn't allow you to protest, swiftly lifting your bags from your shoulders and holding onto them with ease, their weight nothing compared to what he's had to endure throughout the entirety of his life.

“it's my job to take care of you these next few weeks, and i intend to do it well.” he walks ahead of you, the longer mint strands of his hair swaying with the wind, the air around him lifting into something lighter— even if it's only by the most minute amount. “besides, you'll tip me generously if i do, won't you?"

his voice lilts mischievously, and you can only bring yourself to watch on in awe. nerves melting into excitement, cheeks warming not from timidness, but anticipation of what lies ahead in the next month— for your research, yes, but also for something closer to your heart.

a companion, a friend.

you smile a smile that reaches far past your eyes, bounding up to him with those clumsy fawn legs as you try to match his pace. two of your steps for one of his own. “of course i will, thank you so, so much! and i'll do my best to keep from making trouble for you— it'll make your job easier too, i hope!”

al haitham hesitates for a brief moment when you thank him so earnestly, so wholeheartedly, so unlike any of the other scholars he'd been commissioned to act as a guard for. with your smile so cloyingly sweet and your kindness so childishly naive, he can't help but feel a bit grim.

how much violence did it take for you to become this gentle?

the faintest of smiles— honeysuckle soft— curls up on his lips and he gives your head a single pat, sweeps the spare rose petal off of your clavicle, quietly wonders what he's gotten himself into by accepting this commission.

“silly girl. come, let's get going.”

[pollenallergie]

Eddie Munson, but you drank all of his Caprisuns, so now he’s hunting you for sport, à la The Most Dangerous Game, except, when he finds you (and he will find you, he spent the majority of his formative years exploring the woods of Hawkins), he’s not gonna eat you… No, that’s, in his words, “icky.” Instead, he’s gonna give you the most mind-shattering orgasm right there in the woods, and then, when you’re coming down from your high, all distracted and trying to catch your breath, he’s gonna steal some money out of your wallet so that he can go buy himself some more Caprisuns.

[syltaxerror]

Enjoy this little Roger drawing. This was originally a part of a mini comic but I liked the pose and wanted to ink it digitally!

Honestly, Roger just wants to throw rocks at kids on the beach (as well as- larger rocks, but yk-). He loves the simple things and we gotta commend him for it

[wellthatcouldvebeenworse]

Reporting all the pornbots I come across in the YOI-tag is how i imagine it feels for north americans to chase away wild raccoons from the trash at night

[spookythesillyfella]

new and improved intro cardz ^_^

[satorisoup]

good mornin’ & happy sunday friendsss !! i hope you all have an amazing day todayyy !! sending out warm hugs and givin everyone smooches :3

[swede]

hey important character note that's going in my carrd! gustave was NOT a world-famous violinist so jot that the heck down!!! christine and her father were absolutely dirt-poor and they originally lived on a farm before he had to travel for work with christine after anneli passed, so!!!!!!

[stbot]

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies ↳Cynthia & Lydia

[the-churroguy]

Probably a dumb question, but do you all ever make plans for a day and then your brain just says

Smut time…

Cause uh…

[hwaitham]

𝒜𝒦𝒜𝒟𝐸𝑀𝐼𝒴𝒜 𝒫𝒰𝐵𝐿𝐼𝒞 𝑀𝐸𝒮𝒮𝒜𝒢𝐸 𝐵𝒪𝒜𝑅𝒟

𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: URGENT NOTICE! is there any way to contact the scribe outside of his office hours? these ordinances have been decreed for immediate legislation by the grand sage and they aren't going to write themselves! 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: he’s rarely present even during the work day, and now you expect to reach him outside of it? good luck. 𝓪: i take it you haven’t seen the notice posted outside my office. from tomorrow onwards, i’ll be away on marriage leave for the next two weeks. please leave all relevant files with my secretary, and i’ll review them upon my return. 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: what?! marriage leave?! for you, of all people?? who in their right mind would… 𝓬: me!! i, in my right mind would... don’t be so rude!! >:(

this is what the world calls 𝓗𝓐𝓘𝓒𝓞 . . .

. . . the most sugar-hearted love to ever .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚 — he is her moonflower, her heaven on earth, her sweetest sound of reason && she is his bambi, his little angel, the sunspot in the corner of his mind. more often than not, it's verbalised as:

“ i missed you a whole bunch today, haithie. ” ﾉ “ yeah? you say that every day, sweetheart. ”

“baby, can you pretty please pass me a mug? ” ﾉ “ didn't i tell you to not call me that? don't forget that you're the one who's my baby. ”

𝜗𝜚 — the ingredients of their love concocted into a potion . . . chai and oud, white chocolate and cinnamon, kisses that melt like butter on bread, little love notes scribbled in the margins of his tomes, snoozing together under sun - warmed sheets, fairytales and innocent whimsies, tender caresses and longing glances that speak the sweetest of confessions in its silence, her attached to his hip like honey clinging to fingertips, a moth to a bedside lamp. the whirling ways of stars that pass in eyes, the most profound feeling of peace he's ever known in her smile.

for her . . . ◝♪ 𝓫𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𓂃 ♬ laufey “ you're not even gone, i already miss you. what's going on? i've never been through this all-consuming, fire fuming, cursing at the moon and losing. ”

for him . . . ◝♪ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𓂃 ♬ MINNIE “ don't pretend like you don't know, i know how you feel. don't pretend, you know it's love. you're so shy, you're too shy, let's not waste any more time. ”

for them . . . ◝♪ 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓪𝓴𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝔂𝓾 𓂃 ♬ ichiko aoba “ all the days and months to come shall exist as offerings to you. ”

[caramelcalum]

i have officially dropped off my keys and am fully moved out of my godforsaken old apartment ✨✨🤗🥰💖

[skunkbrat]

hm..

[spookythesillyfella]

i like them and erm yeah :3

★ [ Audio and screenshot used as base from Danny Gonzalez's video - "Pitbull's Awful Lyrics (w/ Drew Gooden and Kurtis Conner" ]

[kikiyo]

alright another one ... this time drew the basic idea of kik's bleach verse bc i got excited plotting it w sena hehe - i'll do a bigger blurb of information once i get farther in my watch through and hammer out some more details (particularly timeline) but the general gist is that naraku, a vasto lorde, takes advantage of the fact kikyō has, in death, become a hollow due to the intensity of her rage towards inu – seeking power, he aids in the process of her becoming an arrancar in an effort to weaponize her on his behalf. the rest is tbd