#he’s still sleepy <3

[ladytauria]

44 and 45? I just finished the sweetness of honey so I'm desperate have more haha

<333 i’m so glad you’re enjoying it!

the sweetness of honey, chapters 7-9

have a sweet moment between tim & jay from the start of chapter 7~

Tim pads down the hall. He still hasn’t put on a shirt, leaving him in the same pajama pants he was wearing last night. They’ve fallen a little; the legs covering Tim’s feet, the waistband riding low enough to expose the juts of Tim’s hips and the trail of hair leading down to his groin.

Jason can’t stop his blush.

“G’morning,” Tim mumbles, in the vague direction of the couch.

It makes Jason’s mouth twitch. “Good morning,” he replies, meeting Tim halfway; pressing the warm cup in his hands.

Tim blinks at him—and then down at his cup, something almost like wonder in his face.

Then it softens, and he cups Jason’s face, pulling him in to kiss his cheek.

“Th’nks,” he murmurs, before raising the cup to his lips and taking his first sip with a sigh. He lets Jason’s face go; his fingers slipping from his skin and leaving him cold where he was touching. He shuffles past him, padding back over to the coffee maker as he drains the cup.

Jason leans against the island, arms crossed loosely over his chest. Tim sets his coffee cup down before reaching for the cereal. The play of muscle under his skin makes Jason’s mouth dry.

He wants…

God, he wants to touch him. The wanting runs deep enough his palms almost itch with it. He tucks his hands under his arms. That doesn’t stop him from imagining, though. What Tim would feel like, taste like, under him. Jason thinks his thumbs would fit perfectly in Tim’s back dimples, the ones peeking out over his waistband. A nice anchor, for Jason to skim his lips over Tim’s spine before scraping his teeth over one of his shoulder blades…

He wets his lips.

The light streaming in from the windows, catching on his scars. There are more of them on his back, though none as prominent or deep as the Y-shaped scar on his front. There’s one shaped like a starburst; all raised edges and mottled skin. He wants to brush his fingers over it. To kiss it—to feel it under his lips, his fingertips.

Jason drags his gaze away. The kitchen feels all too warm. He thinks about withdrawing to the couch, rather than continue to ogle Tim. But—

Then he spots them. A collection of deep purple bruises on his upper back and shoulders. They look… tender. Sore.

He can’t help but draw closer, then. Jason doesn’t touch them, not directly; his fingers just skimming the edges of them instead. Tim starts, and glances over his shoulder before pressing into the touch.

Such a simple gesture shouldn’t have Jason’s heart swelling again, but it does.

Tim doesn’t explain.

Jason doesn’t ask. Not yet.

Instead, he rises onto his toes and presses the softest of kisses to the largest one. Tim shivers. His exhale shakes—and he presses back against Jason’s touch again.

This time, Jason presses back.

(jaytim) the sweetness of honey — tim’s pov

i shared one snippet of this here! but have another, from the same chapter lol

“Now, I need to check your bruises.”

The way the pup tenses up again makes him want to take the words back. He knows he can’t. So instead he just sits back on his heels to wait.

Jason bites his lip again. At this rate, Tim is almost worried he’ll split it. But then he lowers his eyes, lashes kissing his cheeks, and rolls up the sleeves of the suit jacket. Once his hands are free, he pulls his shirt up, bunching it up just beneath his chest.

The obedience damn near coaxes a rumble from his chest. What a sweet pup.

“Thank you,” Tim murmurs, wanting to encourage it.

Jason’s ribs just show through his skin, not quite as prominent as Tim might have feared. There’s a trail of faint, dark hair leading from his belly to his groin, and, the way his belly jumps, slightly—

Tim almost wants to sink his teeth into it.

He recoils mentally, and pinches his thigh. No. Bad. This is a terrified, hurting pup, no matter how sweet and enticing he smells. Tim breathes in slowly, and then reaches out. He needs to check to make sure whatever caused the bruise didn’t break anything.

Tim reaches out, slowly, just barely brushing his fingers over the pup’s skin. Jason flinches; sucking a sharp breath between his teeth.

Tim stops immediately, leaving his hand right where it is. He doesn’t even think about it; the deep, low rumble tumbling out of his chest without conscious thought.

Its effect on the pup is immediate. He whines—a soft, helpless little keen that has Tim rumbling louder in response. He scoots closer, until he’s between Jason’s knees. Both of his hands rest on Jason’s skin, curving around his waist. The pup is so small under his hands—he half expects his hands to meet at his back.

They don’t, of course.

“It’s alright,” he soothes.

Tears spring to the pup’s eyes. Tim’s heart aches. It aches more when Jason raises his hand, pressing his palm over his eye, like he can stop the tears from falling.

“You’re alright.” He rubs his thumbs over Jason’s skin, trying to offer what comfort he can. “It’s okay to cry, pup.”

Jason sniffs, the sound loud in the quiet. “I—I—”

“Shh, puppy, I’ve got you.” Tim keeps one hand on Jason as he rises to settle on the couch beside him. He cups the back of Jason’s head with the other hand, and with both, he tugs him forward. The pup’s arms come up automatically, wrapping around his neck. His shirt falls, covering Tim’s hand.

Jason sobs, burying his face in Tim’s shoulder. Tim holds him closer, tighter, arm winding around Jason’s waist to press him more firmly against his chest.

Tim is struck, deeply, with the urge to hide him away somewhere. To usher the puppy off to his den, wrap him in softness and warmth, so that no one can ever touch him again. He wants to go back out, find the rest of the ring, and tear them apart.

He buries his nose in Jason’s curls. His— The pup needs him here. And even if he didn’t… He’s not Tim’s pup to protect, no matter what his instincts think.

Don’t get attached, he tells himself. He ignores the part of him that says it might be too late for that and begins to rock Jason slowly, stroking the back of his neck with a thumb.

The pup’s whole body shakes with the force of each sob. The worst of it is that Jason doesn’t make a sound beyond the occasional sniffle.

Tim holds him tighter, closer, murmuring soft reassurances in his ear. He wishes there was something more he could do, but… he knows the best thing he can offer Jason right now is a safe place to cry.

[ wip ask game ]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[temeyes]

sobbing I LOVE YOUR STYLE One moment it's all serious then we just have it to sweet litol big-eyed babies 😭

I shall ask if i can feast on your art 🥺

oh yes you may feast- doODLEBOB GHOST PUT THE PEWPEW DOWN!!!

[noecoded]

i like it better when u cant keep warm

[turrondeluxe]

You know how some kids say stuff that freak out their parents like “the man in the corner doesn’t like that” and there’s no one there

or how most kids just stand in the doorway of a room at night for no reason besides waiting for their parents to wake up so they can ask a question but it can be really creepy and freak the parents out

That kind of thing but mostly the second one because I think that’s more common in kids

(previous ask for context)

Alright i totally understand now. That'd be Moja, no doubt!

[buwheal]

Spamton, how's the weather over there? Does it ever change?

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Small low quality doodle of Them™️ because I miss my boys and they help cure all stress

[another-clive-blog]

Why are we as a fandom not talking more about this scene ??

Clive is literally asking the professor to come back and stop him. Like this isn't him pretending to be Future Luke : he looks genuinely upset/displeased even after the professor promises to come back. He only goes back to smiling after the professor says, and I quote "I wouldn't dream of leaving things here in that state" before talking about stopping his future self. Clive wants confirmation that Layton is actually going to confront the bad guys, that he won't just solve the mystery but fix it too.

And this is literally so important. Clive's speech at the end, about getting saved. This is concrete proof that he had truly meant it from the start, because he's asking for Layton to stop him and thus save everyone here. Which, hey- he didn't just hope and wait to get saved, he tried to save himself too.

Yep, that's right. The game talks about how dangerous it was for Clive to bring Layton underground : it doesn't talk about how even more dangerous it was to let him leave. He could have brought back cops (he did). He could have gathered precious knowledge out there (he did). He could have never come back (and yet he did !!). Clive letting Layton leave is the biggest threat to his plan, and yet HE DID. And you know what else he did ? Make Layton promise to stop him. You can't make a clearer call for help, you just can't.

"Oh but it doesn't make his crimes more forgivable, now does it-" of course not. This isn't about Clive's redemption, it's about Clive trying to avoid needing a redemption : his efforts are vain the moment he started using the fortress. But. There were efforts.

[c-kiddo]

i think level20 cad could truly grow th coolest mobility aids on planet exandria . .. . idk dnd logic and what spells you get but i think he can do it anyway

[madwickedawesome]

figured id visualize something i said today

[justarandomlambblog]

It’s 3 am and I’m sleepy no time to expand on this but Not Spared universe where the same night he’s defeated an apparition of Narinder appears in the cult, slowly walking around its perimeter, completely unresponsive. Lamb stands in its way and it stops but gives no sign of noticing, seeing, hearing, smelling, etc them. It cannot be moved, as if turned to stone, and will only continue once the person has stepped out of his way.

In a way, he haunts them and the cult- and, later on, his siblings, too. Leshy doesn’t even realize the sound he hears every night is “him” until Heket comes along. You can only watch the ghost of your brother so long before it starts to hurt….

[too-much-yike]

logan waking virgil up w a bunch of small kisses on his face while virgil is trying to sleep in but can’t bc logan’s kisses are too distracting and they tickle too much for him to just ignore.

they’re just some domestic soft guys in the morning :))

[resssistance]

Happy 25th birthday to Shoma Uno! To all your smiles, and many more that are yet to shine. Thank you 💙

[keeps-ache]

call me, i'm gonna yap your ear off

[kyorru]

DONEEEEEEEE

[wickmitz]

was once again glancing at the lackadaisy reddit and i genuinely feel a little crazy about how people perceive the wick and mitzi arc from retinue to sneakthief? or, honestly, their arc in general. to act as though wick is some patron saint greatly amuses me when it’s implied by mitzi and the comic that wick had either proposed a business deal himself or had been very amendable to talk about it after their kiss and / or other intimate acts last night … mitzi didn’t pull this out of her ass! she did not put this upon wick randomly. it was something they mutually agreed to do, and given how hard wick tries to wiggle away from the conversation without outright saying no ( aka giving excuses to stall ) i would even guess he essentially already agreed to such a deal, in the throes of passion, only for him to not fully mean it later. this doesn’t mean it was right at all for her to then steal from wick! this isn’t me excusing that! but wick isn’t some poor meow meow either in this scenario, even if he is the ‘lesser’ evil overall.

and tbh i also think the conversation was doomed from the start : wick was horrifically exhausted and was still too shaken up by rocky’s ‘joke’ to fully engage with mitzi, as well as finally having church’s warning start to weigh on him … and then there’s mitzi, who wasn’t faring any better! what with viktor out of commission, asa turning on her, mordecai threatening her, and then having spent most of the afternoon hearing her dead husband’s name be thrown around. in order to hurt her and scare her into obedience, mind you. like, neither were in any state to discuss business or romance!! so it’s no surprise it went poorly. especially when both of them were equally sore and testy during their date.