#hes such a little bastard (affectionate)

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

When you think about it, it was pretty on brand for Elias to start the apocalypse by giving Jon Evil Paperwork.

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

My aroace ass is trying so hard to be sympathetic to Andrew Minyard’s down bad horrendous behavior but it is so so funny baby you are never going to live this shit down what do you mean you’d let him ruin your life what if he hadn’t liked you back you ridiculous bastard

[astriefer]

We fail as a fandom if we don't talk more about the fact Alastair teaches Ari's pet parrot rude persian words (and will not be stopped even by a very tall person's opinion on the matter)

[lovesickeros]

do you have any Rosaria headcanons?

I have sporadic headcannons for like. everyone in this game I think abt it maybe a little. think abt it occasionally. just gonna do generalized hcs here since you didn't specify if you wanted smth like yan/sagau or anything 🧍

cryo characters are my fave to write about bc. looks at tsaritsa. no reason in particular :]

kind of wish hoyo went more in depth with visions. stolen authority of the dragon sovereigns given to the common people and there's no side effects it's just a buff? nah. delusions kind of fill that role but I like to think having a vision still changes you in some manner (kind of like how I imagine the archons still retain certain inhuman characteristics even after losing their gnosis. you don't get that kind of power for free)

for cryo users the obvious thing is very cold body temp. which, to me, is why rosaria is so pale. she's practically bordering on getting frostbite and since she doesn't really interact with people, well, it can be a boon when she "works" at night.

if things had been different, she probably wouldn't have been so frigid. someone like Kaeya, even though he got his vision during his fight with Diluc, still had his brother to even him out alongside the rest of the knights (Jean, Lisa, Amber etc). For me, at least, his vision less affected body temp anyway and just generally numbed some of his senses. namely touch & taste. he's been trying to get Rosaria out more but their both cryo so, well..he can't help much. their absolutely besties though. even outside of drinking and needling Diluc.

she smokes a lot because it's as close to warmth as she can get without burning. she's sensitive to heat, even more so then other cryo users. you'd think her being so cold would offer protection against it, but..nah. absolutely dreads hot summers. it's a nightmare for her.

she's generally just very standoffish but she is practical. not aimed at a specific au here but if you manage to get close to her despite her prickly and relatively cold attitude shes actually very protective. she doesn't get close to a lot of people so the few people she is close to she goes out of her way to make sure no one tries anything with them. though most of her help is behind the scenes - you won't really know it's her unless you somehow figure it out. she's sneaky and works at night, which gives her ample opportunity to sort things out. someone giving you trouble? they apologize the next morning seemingly out of nowhere. forgot or lost something? suddenly find it somewhere in plain view in your house.

shes not exactly thrilled about direct praise and thanks. it makes her feel out of place and awkward. if you do realize what she's doing, it's best not to openly bring it up. just taking her out for drinks or something is enough, but she doesn't care if you do nothing either way.

it's like befriending a feral cat.

she's not exactly fond about touching, either. for both of your sakes. shes COLD as I mentioned earlier and I do mean very cold. she'll stick to admiring from a distance. your too good for her anyway. practically the sun in comparison - she'd melt before she even got close.

she'll protect you and you'll be happy and that's all she would ever need. she's fine watching from a distance because she's gotten accustomed to the dark and cold.

[amoneki-ramblings]

Happy birthday to the stinky idiot !!

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[notquitehuman-creations]

RATS!!!

scott(dgrey/white, ours) and xiaotian(brown/white, bf's)

[siriusblack-the-third]

Bites and Scratches

Remus stares.

Look, Remus knows that when your best mate walks out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist, you don't stare unless you want to be seen as creepy. And usually he does give his friends their privacy, but today...

Today, Remus stares at Sirius' back as he bends to rifle through his pants drawer, unable to pull his eyes away.

Sirius has red lines all over his back. They start at his shoulders in several groups of four, and drag down all the way to waist, in stark contrast against his pale skin. It looks like he has been attacked by an animal, and some of the scratches are honest to Merlin turning blue and purple. Sirius doesn't look like he is bothered by it, because he simply pulls out a pair of black boxers and tugs them on, throwing the towel over his shoulders. Water drips from his hair into the fluffy white cloth, but Remus can't stop fucking staring.

"Padfoot," he says, and Sirius hums in question. "Did you get mauled by a cat?"

Sirius makes a confused sort of sound and whips his head around to give Remus the most baffled look he can manage. "Wha– no. What the fuck, Remus, where would we even find a cat?"

Remus frowns in confusion, and sits up properly in his bed. "Then why is your back covered in scratches– oh."

Oh.

The curtains around Sirius' bed are drawn. They're spelled shut, actually, now that Remus pays more attention.

James' bed is empty.

Remus eyes the unslept bed before turning to Sirius, eyebrow quirked and mouth pursed. Sirius stares back, his own eyebrow climbing higher and a small, smug smirk playing over his lips. Remus can't believe he missed it— Sirius' lips are plumpier and redder than usual, and he can see a small cut on the lower lip, like someone bit into it a little too hard.

Remus bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cackling.

Sirius grins and opens his mouth to say something, but a sudden groan erupts from behind the closed curtains. A second later, the red fabric is pulled back.

"Sirius, come back to be- oh."

James stares at Remus, swollen and red lips parted and hair messier than ever before. He is lying down, burgundy blankets pulled up to his shoulders and one arm under his head, a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.

Remus smirks.

"Morning."

James squeaks, cheeks blooming deep pink, and burrows into Sirius' blankets, pulling them up to cover him up to his chin.

Remus stuffs his knuckles into his mouth to stifle his laughter, but doesn't succeed very well, given James' hot glare aimed at him.

Sirius gives him an amused look before he pulls an undershirt over his head, then walks over to tilt James' head up with two fingers under the chin, and places a chaste kiss on his lips. James immediately relaxes and kisses back, and pouts at Sirius when he pulls away a second later. Sirius huffs and smiles.

"Bon matin, mon soleil."

Remus gags and retches, and throws a pillow at their heads. "Ugh, yuck, quit the face sucking, you lovesick fools."

Sirius throws his head back and barks out a laugh. "You think this is face sucking?" he asks, smirking and shaking his head. "Moony, let me show you what real face sucking is."

Before Remus can do more than widen his eyes, Sirius is hauling James upright and crashing their mouths together. James lets out a muffled oomph, but responds eagerly, winding his arms around Sirius' neck and pulling him closer till he is sitting on the edge of the bed. The blankets drop to James' hips, but even with Sirius covering the view Remus can tell that the boy is naked. Sirius wraps one arm around James' waist and grips the back of his neck with the other hand, and tilts his head back to deepen the kiss.

James moans. Remus screeches and shuts his eyes tight, floundering around blindly till he grasps a pillow. He flings it in the general direction of the couple and yells, "Fuck, okay, we get it, that's enough!"

There's a short, offended noise that Remus recognises as Sirius, then the sounds of kissing stop. Remus breathes out and opens one eye, then opens the other when he is sure his best mates aren't snogging.

Now that James is sitting upright with his blankets pooled around his hips, Remus can see the bite marks Sirius left behind. A dozen dark purple hickeys trail down from behind his ear to his neck and then lower, lower, on his pecs and sternum and abs all the way to his navel, and disappear into the blankets. Finger shaped bruises are slowly turning blue at his hips, and his messy hair just adds to the Freshly Fucked™ look. He has a dazed look in his eyes, and his cheeks are flushed from the recent kiss, but he's halfway into Sirius' lap and his arms are still around his neck.

Remus gives both of them a shit eating grin, and James buries his head into Sirius' neck with a groan, cheeks burning visibly red.

"Shut up, Remus," he mutters.

Remus bursts out laughing.

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[cringefail-clown]

The fact that no one has asked about kankri is surprising

So kankri for bingo

[qephyr]

People who were bullied for enjoying an unconventional fictional character and still enjoy that character afterwards are some of the strongest soldiers on this planet I swear bro

[mcskullmun]

He was kind?

[telesilla]

He likes his new food!!!

[dxnyarya]

annalise has definitely bitten gabriel before, she does it like a feral cat showing love

[lazyblogposter]

Hello Pacman Tumblr, I present to you the bastard who singlehandedly ruined my taste in men

[poisoned-pearls]

okay I now can elaborate on the thoughts I was talking abt in the tags of my last post-

Jamil has always hated being touched, and physical contact in general. He was raised around kalim, he's had enough hugs for a lifetime, thank you.

well, that is until he started dating Azul.

Azul is very clingy. Physically, at least. He is an octopus, after all. He finds comfort in just, having any kind of contact with someone. It keeps him grounded and focused. So once he has permission, he can and will hang off of Jamil every chance he gets. Jamil doesn't like holding hands (because his training has instilled the need to constantly have them free just in case) so Azul hangs off of his elbow. If they're in class, Azul either has his hand on top of his arm or his hand. 

and Jamil realizes... he doesn't mind it. In fact, he enjoys it. Way more than he thinks he should in fact. It relaxes him so much that it almost unnerves him (the first time he found himself dozing off while Azul laid in his lap doing god knows what he quite literally shoved him off in shock.)

belatedly, he figures out that he is in fact, VERY touch starved, he is just very particular about how someone touches him.

it's silence. He likes silence. Azul rarely ever talks when he's laying with him, usually doing other work or something for the Monstro lounge. When kalim would run up and hug him, he knew it just meant he was about to be bombarded with questions and ideas and statements and work. He never gets to relax with Kalim. It always came with noise, with chaos. While being around Azul was like lying on the beach, with nothing but the soft crashes of the waves to bother him.

(Of course, this wasn't every time. Azul was still a schemer and quite annoying, but he quickly learned that if Jamil wasn't in the mood to entertain his ramblings or schemes, he'd simply shove him off of his lap. It always made Azul quite disgruntled, but he'd take the hint and shut up.)

This also lead into another thing: Their forms of nonverbal communication. Azul and Jamil could easily have a whole conversation from opposite sides of a room when they got along. Jamil knew all of Azul’s little ticks (like whenever he fucking clicks, something he learned was an octopus thing (which begged the question of how the fuck he made that noise in his human form-) or when he randomly slaps Jamil or the twins, who then immediately told him it was a sign of affection and he should be immensely flattered over (apparently it was something he only ever did lightly with friends, which he has concerningly little of. But Jamil doesn’t know if he has much room to talk on that front.) and Azul knew Jamil’s. Azul almost knew his too well, in fact, but every time Jamil tried to ask him about it he was simply met with some comment about how ‘he simply couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.’

Jamil still didn’t like people touching him.

Azul was an exception though. And he was quite happy about that.

[layton-heritage-posts]

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[siriusblack-the-third]

"Want him to kiss you, Prongsie?"

James' quill skidded over his parchment. He ignored the jagged line of ink in favour of glaring hotly at Remus, who simply smirked back at the sight of the soft pink that dusted itself over the highs of his cheeks.

"Shut up, Lupin."

"Oh you're positively adorable," the werewolf cooed mockingly, smirk broadening into a rakish grin that pulled at the little scar on his cheek, "blushing at the thought of kissing. How cute."

"Shut up, Lupin."

"Then stop fantasising about him bending you over the table and pay attention to your homework."

"Remus Lupin!"

Remus broke out into raucous laughter, dragging the attention of the rest of the students in the common room. James pushed his lips into a petulant scowl in a rather ineffectual effort to stop the bright red blush that was painting itself over his face.

He hadn't been fantasising about that!

But now that he was thinking— James turned even redder, and his arsehole of a friend immediately caught onto it and snickered.

"Oh Jamesie, you're so cute," Remus crooned teasingly, reaching over to pinch his burning cheek. James swatted his hand away with a huff, feeling the heat crawl over his cheeks all the way down to his neck.

"Fuck off, Lupin," he grumbled, raising both hands to hide his flushed face. Dear deathless Gods above, he should never have told the bastardly little shit about his crush; Remus was never letting this go.