#domestic kind of stuff

[count-pudding]

Wizard Installer🧙✨

[godforsakenpaladinofnigh]

Teenage parents

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[lazylittledragon]

nomad boyfriend comes back for a visit

obviously there are some extras for the patr0ns <3

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Bored days

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Year of the Dragon!

[moonsglare]

arlecchino is so husband meanwhile feixiao is so boyfriend. does that make sense

[harmonysanreads]

When it comes to non-canon outfits, I have some preferences.

Alhaitham : SUITS.

Dr. Ratio : Shirt, vest, pants and overcoat. Or, turtleneck, pants and overcoat. Also GLASSES!

Sunday : A bit stylized suits I suppose?

Aventurine : Long sleeved solid colored shirt, sleeves rolled up to about the elbows and top button loosened and pants.

Mydei : Same as Aventurine. Especially if the shirt is black.

Anaxa : Turtleneck, pants and overcoat. I just like seeing the “professor” look on him. His dromas onesie is cute, too.

Phainon : Whatever you put him in, just don't take away that choker of his.

[jennaispunk]

A Sunday Kind of Love

Summary: A lazy Sunday afternoon at the Miller House.

Pairing: Married!Joel Miller(Jackson!Joel) x f!reader(wife)

Rating: T

Word Count 1.2k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, domesticity, soft!Joel, reader(wife) can be picked up by Joel but no other physical description is given. Photos in the moodboard are for aesthetic only.

A/N: This was written for @beefrobeefcal Joel Sat on Me ‘24 challenge (Sorry this is so late,bb. I know fluff ain’t your stuff, but I hope you enjoy it anyway). This is what Joel deserves, to grow old and be happy with the love of his life. Special thanks to @sawymredfox for reading this over for me.

Moodboard by me. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Sundays were meant for rest, a day to relax and recharge. Joel wasn’t on patrol, and you didn’t have to be at the stables. Honestly, it was your favorite day of the week. It was just the two of you, Ellie was at Dina’s. Nothing but peace and quiet surrounded you.

The late afternoon sun streams through the front window, warming your face. There’s not a single cloud marring the cerulean Wyoming sky. You lay on your back, stretched out on the worn sofa in your living room, your feet carefully tucked under your husband’s arm.

Although this couch had definitely seen better days, it was comfortable. In a way, it was a lot like Joel; a little rough around the edges but still a safe, cozy place to lay your head.

The birds chirp out a chorus, accompanying Joel as he strums a lazy tune on his guitar. A smile slowly spreads across your face as you immediately recognize the song, “Wish You Were Here”, by Pink Floyd. That song evokes memories, both happy and sad, for you both.

This is your favorite version of Joel, the one that’s relaxed and content, with a hint of a smile on his plush lips. Not much has changed about Joel since you’ve known him, except his waistline. You can’t help but notice how his jeans are a little snugger around his thighs and the way his flannel stretches across his belly as he leans his guitar against the wall next to the couch. It’s not really his fault, you all but forced him to become your official taste tester now that Mrs. Callahan is teaching you how to bake in exchange for giving her granddaughter horseback riding lessons. His growing belly is all the proof you need to know your baking skills have definitely improved.

You don’t mind the change, in fact, you like it. As far as you're concerned, it’s just more of him to love. His extra cushion keeps you warm now that the nights are getting a little colder, and his belly presses against you in the perfect way when he’s on top of you.

A brisk October breeze flows through the open window making you shiver a little. You reflexively wiggle your toes even further under Joel’s arm. The slight twitch of Joel’s body makes you smirk.

“Joel Miller, you’re ticklish.”

How could you not know this about the man you married? How had you never discovered this lovely little secret?

“M’not.” He grumbles.

He denies it too quickly, and your toes probe the area once again eliciting a soft chuckle and an even bigger jerk of his body.

“Careful, angel.” He warns, his eyes playfully narrowing. “If you keep on, you're going to have to deal with the consequences.”

“Oooh, I’m so scared.” You giggle and hold your hand out and make it tremble. A devious smirk plays on your lips.

You know you’re playing a dangerous game, but you go for the kill, hands descending on that spot. His laughter rumbles through the air and you feel his belly shake. He manages to push your hands away, his eyes narrowing at you and it his turn to smirk.

“You’re really asking for it.”

Your eyebrows jerk to the sky in a silent taunt.

“Gotta catch me first, babe.”

You sprint away from the couch with him hot on your heels. You can’t stop squealing and laughing as he chases you around the kitchen toward the dining room table. You run around the table and immediately realize your mistake when you give yourself a moment to catch your breath.

Joel stares at you, eyes gleaming with mischief from across the table ready to pounce. He’s got you cornered with nowhere to go. You know you’re fucked but you juke right and make a mad dash to the left only to have Joel scoop you up and toss you over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. You flail, laughing and gasping for air as he carries you to the bedroom.

“No, no, no.” you squeal as he throws you down on the bed.

He crawls on top of you pinning your hips to the bed between his thighs.

“Get off me, you big ol’ bear.” you giggle as your hands weakly try to push him away and you squirm under him.

“Too late.” he grumbles, smiling as he captures both your wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed above your head.

“You asked for this, angel.” He proceeds to assault your sides with his free hand, hitting your most ticklish area.

His thick thighs have rendered you incapable of moving anything but your lower legs, which are kicking wildly in vain. Your laughter fills the room between your gasps for air.

Tears trickle down your cheeks as your face begins to darken from laughing so hard. You know he’s taking pleasure in watching you writhe under him, struggling against his large body.

“Joel…” you plead. “Joel, please…I can’t…breathe…”

His hand slows to a stop, and he just watches you as you catch your breath. You look so beautiful with your face all flushed, your cheeks damp with tears of laughter. How did I get so goddamn lucky?

He lifts up and pushes your thighs apart, settling between them. His belly presses firmly against your core. He’s the best weighted blanket you ever had.

“Easy, honey.” He purrs, his voice low and gravely. “Just breathe.”

A few stray giggles escape your lips as you slowly begin to calm down. This is what it’s all about, what makes everything the two of you have been through worth it. This perfect moment when the rest of the world just disappears and the two of you are the only thing that exists.

“I love you so much, pretty girl.”

He presses his lips to yours. His tongue gently teases your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

You part your lips for him, getting lost in the feel of his weight pressing you firmly into the mattress. You’re completely at his mercy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A rough hand glides down your side to the waistband of your leggings, his other hand still restraining your wrists above your head. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, something he likes to do to remind himself that your real and not just a figment of his imagination. You’re here, and you’re his.

“I love you, too.”

You hum softly as his lips brush against your jaw, his scruff lightly dragging across your skin. You never thought you’d find happiness again after being alone for so long, but happiness was right in front of you in the form of a burly former contractor that almost everyone else in Jackson was just a little afraid of.

He lets go of your wrists and pushes your shirt up over your stomach as his lips continue to lovingly assault the soft skin of your neck.

“Aren’t we supposed to be at Tommy and Maria’s for Sunday dinner soon?”

His warm breath tickles your neck as he chuckles softly.

“Yeah...” he breathes against your skin. “but they can wait.”

You can’t help but giggle as he playfully nips your neck, right over the spot that makes you arch your back into him.

Joel’s right. They can definitely wait.

[datkat08]

Zosan headcanon: when they sleep next to each other they always end up sleep fighting and then they wake up tangled together and get embarrassed and mention it to NO ONE (everyone knows).

[count-pudding]

Prompt 4: envy

[vellichorsdesire]

finally moving into a place you can call home with your f/o(s) whether it be a house or an apartment… finally getting the keys to said home and both of you feeling that indescribable warmth as you step into your your soon to be filled home. going to furniture stores, unable to resist trying to sit on every soft looking couch (and maybe even playfully shoving f/o(s) to sit on one, or vice versa) trying to picture whatever table chair or bed you can find in the emptiness of your home. going through all the palletes of paint in another store, trying to see what would fit the walls of a room best. shopping for kitchenware and silly mugs and oh, realizing that you get to do groceries with them, even though it may seem like a mundane task to some.

when you guys unpack and get ready for your first night moving in, even with nothing but the possible discomfort of an air mattress or sleeping bags with no bed yet, the thoughts of ‘oh, this is our home,’ enter your mind. the fact that you get to come home to each other, the fact that there are so much memories to be made under this roof is comforting, especially to your f/o(s).

[egophiliac]

What was your favorite of the flashbacks in Silver’s walk?

the acorn bracelet is VERY good, but I really really love Malleus humming (hummalleus? hummus?) to Silver. especially now that the song has Context. >:) we are in a soup of angst and I'm here with a spoon in each hand and a silly straw that leads directly to my brain.

[wigglebox]

Suptober [Extended] - Day 21 || Love 💚💙

[arospacemissy]

Just read the scholomance trilogy and enjoyed it. Some nitpicks (and one thing in the third book that literally isn't possible!!!! But it's a book about magic I should let the mundane airline stuff go....I CAN'T) but overall it hit exactly my favorite themes with my favorite sort of main character. also loved all the side characters!

And I'm annoyed cuz I suggested it to my friend why loves boarding school type books and she didn't like it. She said the main character didn't make any sense and she can't figure out her logic... Bro she's a teenage girl going through some major trauma after having had other trauma happen to her earlier in life, she's an unreliable narrator! She's a smart, capable, talented girl but ultimately still a traumatized and honestly hilariously dramatic teenager!

Extra annoyed cuz this is exactly my favorite sort of protagonist. The one that always has shit piled on them and yet chooses to do good anyway. Fine. Whatever. Friends can have different opinions if they want. Even if they are wrong.

[pynkhues]

There is a section of Dogless Bone that is living rent free in my head.

The scene where they wake up, lazily to Lestat's cell buzzing all the way until Louis has him lying out on the table in the kimono...

I can read that 100 times and still get a shiver. Everything about it... like, that wake up scene is something I have been imagining in my head for whatever reason and the slow seduction in the kitchen over blood coffee ending with that table squeaking hotness...

you..elicit..emotions!!

“There it is,” he moans. “My - - my expression.”

Louis blinks, eyes a little wet.

“What?”

“That one’s mine, I know it is,” Lestat whispers,

You make me feel stuff, seriously.🥰

Thank you so much! I was thinking as I was writing Part 2 about what the things are that Lestat holds to in knowing/hoping Louis loves him, and Louis just has such an expressive face, that I felt there must be a look which Lestat just knows is for him. Plus it felt like a fun thing to explore in terms of how exposed Louis would feel if Lestat told him that, especially when he's trying (badly) to set a boundary, haha.

These were really lovely asks to get, so thank you again, and they did make me open up my Part 3 draft which is pretty fun. 💖💖