#i hope i did u justice though queen

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ it’s the only way ! ❜ … from @kwiisatz, for chani.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 before , though it has always steered off into an entirely different direction , one that never left her heart feeling as though it might've been ripped from within her chest. she's lost count of how many nights she's spent at his side , how many nightmares she's held him through and how long she's spent whispering reassurances into his ear , drawing circles into his skin until he can manage to be whisked off into sleep once more. he has told her that he doesn't  want  this , that being a prophet only leads down a path to war and bloodshed and too many lives lost. he has seen it. chani doesn't know where that boy has gone , where  that  ghost  has  disappeared  to , but she finds herself frantically searching every inch of face as if she might find some sort of path that'll lead her back to him.

❝ is it now ? that's surely not what you told me before. ❞ her voice is far more calm than she feels , though there is a coldness there that feels almost foreign to her , a distance between them that she's not ever felt until now. it feels as though the air in the space between them has grown thinner , and she struggles to take enough of it in for her lungs to feel satisfied , to ease away the burning in her chest. quieter now , barely a whisper , too fearful of the trembling in her voice ⸻ the sting of tears welling in her eyes , tears that she will refuse to cry , ❝   you  promised.   ❞ but she supposes that they both made promises to each other , didn't they ? she had promised to always stay with him , and he'd promised to always stay who he was. both promises , broken ; a betrayal that leaves her very heart feeling as though it has been shattered into more pieces than one can possibly count. she'd once thought him to be different , but perhaps she  had  been  wrong  about  that ,   too.

[py-dreamer]

So... I know I'm late...

But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out

I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.

But anyways:

I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation

Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill

Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)

Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')

I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice

Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win

Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.

Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax

Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi

Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum

f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...

click pic for less sh!ty quality!

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Mimi

Y o u ‘ r e a M A C H I N E

Pumping these bangers after bangers!!… You’re gunna need a whole Dewey Decimal system for all these masterpieces!! Your expressiveness and emotions inspire me, it’s contagious.

I’m gunna have to ask for mah Murdertoothpick Danger noodle of a nope rope , Crosshair.

I was absolutely FLOORED at the fics you’ve been spewing out.

So IF you would be ever so kind to indulge me or yourself —I present to you with a “choose your own dealer’s choice”

(Crosshair x F!Medic) or you can insert my OC

(Kave) 🦊 whatever strikes you right.

Any combinations of these:

18. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

38. “You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever agian. “

20. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without hurting yourself, can I?”

36. “How many fingers am I holding up?…I don’t have six fingers.”

44. “Do as I say not as I do. For real though, You don’t want to do what I do. I don’t want to do what I do.”

2. “I will always be there for you.”

Your choice I give you free range — you can make it hurt so good or bad / or add some whump or fluff / add as much drama as you desire…where ever in the timeline — The floor is yours Queen!❤️❤️❤️

@kavecika What a fantastic request, especially for my 20th request. I loved it. I did end up using your OC, so I hope I did Kave justice.

So I hope you enjoy what I came up with, love oo.

Promise

Warning: Medical injuries (somewhat graphic), burns, medical procedures, angst, hurt, comfort, kiss, fear of medical staff, feelings of being alone, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.

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Crosshair sat in the medbay waiting for Kave to show up, after everything, after having his brothers abandon him for a kid, after having them nearly cook him alive, after them walking away, the one thing he could actually count on was Kave. 

She was the only bright spot left in his life. 

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” She giggled as she walked in seeing him injured. She knew better than trying to coddle him, or worry about him to an extreme. She’d be able to do that in the privacy of their quarters later on that night. 

He only let out a strained chortle as the pain meds were slowly ebbing away.

“Okay, my beautiful murdertoothpick, I’m gonna have to take this bandages off, and see the extent of the damage, okay?”

He nodded, not able to find the strength to answer her.

“Pain meds wearing off?”

Nod.

“Okay, sweetie… hold on.” Kave reached over and grabbed another pain med, using the hyperspray and injecting it into his arm, “There you, sweetie. You’ll start feeling better soon. Just calming breaths. Okay. Use your sniper breathing for me.”

Nod. He tried his best to calm his breathing imagining he was lining up a target.

“Okay, here we go.” She slowly cut away the gauze, careful not to pull too quickly. Biting back the tears and worries she felt for the pain and injury he sustained. His hair was burned away, his skin bubbled and melted away from the heat. Some of it came off on the gauze she peeled away. She wanted to press a kiss to his lips, to hold him close to take away his pain. However, she needed to remain professional. 

“Alright, I’m going to need you to open your eyes for me, I’m going to pull away the eyepatch and then we’re going to test to see how much damage there is, okay?”

Nod.

She took in a deep breath, and prepared herself for what she’d find under the patch. She let out a sigh of relief that the damage wasn’t too bad. The eye was red, a little inflamed, which was understandable. The pupil was reacting to the light, which was fantastic. His eyes were tearing up as tears slid down his cheek. 

“Okay, How many fingers am I holding up?”

Crosshair took a second, his vision was blurred, and somewhat fogging from the tears forming. He couldn’t stop blinking for a while, “Um … six.”

Kave looked from him to her fingers, “Okay, well first, I don't have six fingers. I’m going to try and wash out your eye again. I know the medics on site already did that, but I’m trying again okay.”

“Yeah.”

After Kave dealt with the injured, she covered and protected it with a cool compress. Once she finished with his eye, she moved on to the more serious injury, she’d need to put bacta on the injury and keep him in the med bay for the next two days. To keep reapplying the treatment. She wasn’t looking forward to the argument that was about to ensue, she dismissed everyone from the room, leaving her and Cross alone. 

“Sweetheart, I’m going to need to keep you here for at least two days.”

“No.”

“Cross…”

“I said NO!”

She let out a sigh, “Baby,” she hated using that term but it was the only one that usually calmed him down enough to listen to her, “you need a sterile environment. This is your health, please, for me.” He was about ready to start arguing again, she held his hand and pressed it against her chest, “Listen to me, please. I’ll set you up in the ICU room, it’ll just be the two of us. No one else. I know you hate the med bay. I know you hate being poked and prodded, but I’ll be the only one taking care of you. I’ll treat you every time, and won’t let anyone else in. I’ll protect you and care for you. So please, for me… listen to me and stay here.”

Cross let out a trembling breath, he hated the med bay, he hated the memories that came from the training he and his brothers underwent when they were children… he hated that his brothers weren’t here anymore to stay with him. He hated that Wrecker wasn’t here to stay by his side when he got scared. He hated that Hunter wasn’t here to fight with him, to make him feel he had a brother. He hated that he couldn’t hear Tech’s hum in understanding as he read some new fact or understood some new principle or formula. He hated that he was alone. 

He squeezed her hand, “You promise?”

“I promise,” she pressed a kiss to his knuckles, “it’ll just be me and you. You know, I will always be there for you."

He nodded, “Okay. I’ll stay here for two days…”

“At least.”

“At least.”

“Thank you, my beautiful murdertoothpick.”

He let out a huff, “You know I hate that nickname.”

“No, you don’t,” she smirked. 

A small smile creeped onto his lips, “No. I don’t.”

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[sweetshire]

HI FRIEND (even though this is text I am waving so fast at you)

I hope you’re doing well! A couple questions but also please take this as a chance to talk about what you think is cool. Ok two questions: who is your fav lotr character?? If that’s too hard, maybe top 5? I am such a Sam fan, I love that silly little guy. I also love pippin. And I also love merry. And I also love Frodo. Can you tell I like hobbits.

Ok question 2: do you have a favorite sherlock holmes story? And do you have a favorite adaptation?

Secret third question: do you have a hobby that is not your favorite but that you do enjoy doing? Like if it’s on your list, one that’s solidly in the middle?

Ok that’s it!!! Thank you for being in my notifs, it always fills me with joy to see you there hehe <3

*waves back* HEYYY FRIEND AM I GLAD TO SEE YOUUU!! i was thinking about just yesterday bc GUESS WHO FINISHED READING E.W’S encyclopaedia of faeries? me! i did! this was goood. sweet and wholesome and utterly charming <3 and exactly the kind of book i needed to read atp, given that the next few books on my tbr are mostly classics or hard-hitters. u were so right they ARE giving howl & sophie!! these delightful fuckers- they have me squealing & smiling all day 🥺🥰

1. u should know that this is too hard a question for me & when u ask me anything abt lotr i could ramble for centuries but i’ll refrain from listing every one of my beloved characters, which includes the minor ones too obvsly because i’m me :) anyhow! woo *quivers excitedly* here i go: first would be a tie between frodo and denethor- i physically cannot (& will not) choose. also lmao SUCH a contrast in both their, well, character - lol well done, me! (yet they’re soo similar too. yes i find parallels between their narratives AND everything else as well what of it) then in no particular order- eowyn, faramir, boromir (basically all the gondor men <3), legolas, & as u know i adore the hobbits. all four of them -um 5, including bilbo- but MERRY!! i hate to see him brushed aside & unappreciated. justice for merry, and frodo too!! what selfless, sacrificing, lovely dear hobbits *cries* OH OH AND I ADORE SAMWISE TOO i’d be a fool not to. there’s not a person who’s capable of not loving him. no doubt i’ll be cursing myself later for forgetting other dear ones…

2. charles augustus!! god i’m obsessed w the milverton case. what doesn’t it have?? a master blackmailer. a lady killer (she slays -literally ajdksf). hand-holding. h&w being not at all hesitant abt committing a crime - a master detective who’s always used to solving one!! delicious.. it’s the story™ which perfectly captures the true essence of holmes’ character imho. and ‘a study of scarlet’ ofc. irene adler (nee norton) queen i love u. big shoutout to ‘the copper beaches’ also. i like all the stories with the ladies

3. hmm i do! fav one is - u guessed it - reading. to answer ur question: i looove doing henna!! every summer without practice i’d practice it on any hand i could find. i’m an amateur but still i like it. i haven’t been able to do it this summer :( on account of. me & my whole family has been sick/unwell in some way since the past month & a half or so. but i’m planning on applying mehendi or do a painting soon!! (i also liked to collect coins/stamps/buttons or some such as a child - i habit i’m always in danger of relapsing into but shh)

[burgers-and-french-fries]

SFW Alphabet H.C with Taron Egerton.

Note: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this h.c. I've never done one of these I don't think so I hope that I did it justice.

Enjoy!

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A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about you?)

It may seem cliche but he really loves your eyes and how they light up when he locks eyes with you.

B = Baby (do they want a family with you?)

More than anything he’s ever wanted in his life.

C = Cuddles (how do they like to cuddle or be cuddled?)

Because his main love language is touch, he loves giving you cuddles any time that he can. It really doesn’t matter where you are, what you are doing or who you are with, he will always find an opportunity to have you in his arms. You love it though, being in his embrace always turns your day around and makes you feel safe.

D = Dates (where do you often go for a date?)

Occasionally you will go out to dinner but most of the time, you two will order your favorite food and binge watch your favorite show while you cuddle together under your most comfiest of blankets.

E = Everything (you are my everything)

He would rather show you than tell you😉😏

F = Feelings (how did they know they liked you?)

When you had breakfast and coffee delivered to his flat after knowing that he had an extremely long work day and didn’t feel like cooking anything for himself.

G = Gentle (are they gentle with you?)

He tries to be.

H = Hands (are they into holding hands?)

Besides cuddling you, this is his favorite thing to do.

I = Impression (what was their first impression of you?)

He was instantly drawn to you as he watched you read your favorite book at the table in the corner of the little cafe you were both in.

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous?)

Not typically but it depends on who you are talking to.

K = Kiss (how do they kiss you?)

You aren’t one to kiss and tell but if you had to give a small detail, you’d say that it was tender and passionate all at once.

L = Love (who said it first?)

He did.

M = Memory (what’s their favorite memory with you?)

The first time he took you camping…..it didn’t go well but it was a sweet memory and one that made you laugh whenever you thought about it.

N = Nurture (do they spoil and look after you?)

Absolutely!

O = Outfit (do they like it when you get dressed up for them?)

Taron adores it. It makes him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.

P = Pet Names (what do they call you?)

Besides the typical Cariad, he will call you babe/baby or honey. Sometimes he’ll even call you sweetheart but that is usually reserved for when you aren’t feeling good and just want to be clingy.

Q = Queen (who’s superior?)

In his eyes and because he loves you so much, he’d shout from the rooftops that you are.

R = Rainy Day (what do you two like to do on a rainy day?)

Play board games, play card games, read, slow dance to old classics. Whatever your heart desires really.

S = Sad (how do they cheer you up?)

He will let you lay on top of him while he sings softly to you and gently plays with your hair. It’s very coming to you especially since you can hear his heart beating at the same time. 

T = Talking (what do they like to talk about?)

Anything and everything.

U = Useful (are they helpful around the house/apartment?)

You both agreed early on that you would split the chores evenly, so yes, when he is home and not working, he is wonderful. If he is busy working, he will still do what he can.

V = Verbs (how do they describe you to everyone else?)

Sassy, sweet, funny, kind, caring, confident, bright. Basically, everything positive that comes to his mind.

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

You aren’t one for big and over the top proposals so it was at home. Just the two of you as the sounds of the late night storm could be heard outside and you were wrapped up in each other’s arms.

X = Xylophone (do they play any instruments ?)

Not professionally but he is learning to play the guitar, he can play a little bit of the piano and there are rumors between his friends that he has started playing the ukulele because it’s your favorite instrument.

Y = Yours (do they get protective over you?)

Depends on the situation but yes, he does.

Z = Zoo (are they a fan of pets?)

He loves them.

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[keiskake]

uhm uhm.

hi.

First of all i wanna tell u that i love your work a lot honey!

so, if it's ok with u, can you write a bakugou x gamer!reader ??

like when they both arrive home after UA and just start playing games together with the others (kirishima , sero , mina , tsuyu , denki...etc. those dudes you know)

and at the weekends when they all come to the readers house (yeaaaa we're rich hehehe ) to play games together such as football games and stuff ?

and actually i cant stop thinking about how fun and funny would be the whole bakusquad playing an among us game bro :))))

hope im not asking for a lot of things, if you're not comfortable about writing that just forget about it, honey!!

thx a lot.

~Rui

a/n ~ thank you so much i'm really glad you enjoy my work, genuinely means the whole world to me. i wanted to firstly apologise that it took so long for me to respond to your request, and secondly your idea is amazing rui! the way the bakusqaud would play games would be similar to how an OTV video, very chaotic. i split the ideas into three segments so i hope i've done your great idea justice.

bakugo (ft bakusquad and their respective colors) x gamer!reader (gn)

(cw//swearing)

at some point during dorm life you and bakugo were able to gain permission from aizawa to install a gaming console in the main living area. aizawa most likely just caved in because he couldn't be bothered to fight the two of you, given how stubborn you both were. so low and behold, a game console for class 1-A.

the class was split in the middle, those who played (bakusquad) and those who watched (the extras). smash bros caused the most chaos between the group, especially when there were teams involved. you and bakugo always fought whilst playing, mainly bakugo yelling that you stole his kill or stole his no.1 title. so you preferred to team up with mina though bakugo was always against it since you were his. but gossiping with mina whilst killing off kirishima and denki was the absolute life. sero would team with denki just to taunt him and laugh at him. when denki is tired of losing he'd just suck all the electricity out via his quirk, and bakugo would probably blast him for it. it was entertainment for the rest of the class, and a great way to blow off steam after a long day of classes.

sometimes on the weekends, bakugo will come to your house to hang out. the both of you are very competitive. for example, in your house there is a mario kart arcade machine and you love wiping the floor with a road raging bakugo. "OI DUMBASS DID YOU THROW THAT FUCKIN' RED SHELL???". "HOW DARE YOU GO IN FRONT OF ME YOU EXTRA?!". "GET OFF MY ROAD AND DIE."

you know, the usual. when you win he'll reluctantly give you kisses, putting his love before his pride. and on some occasions the whole bakusquad will come over and fawn over your game room. DDR machines, air hockey tables and of course the whack a mole contraception (as an add on, the whack a mole heads are changable, so y/n owns everyone's head in 1-A in a whack a mole form). bakugo and kirishima would be extremely likely to break one of your game machines, bakugo would start the process and kirishima would try and stop him but actually add fuel to the fire. sero and mina would absolutely kill DDR, there's no argument against that. denki would just take a bunch of pictures, pretending that it was his home on his socials.

and this is how a game of among us would go, everyone is in the same room but in different corners. instead of typing during meetings they would just shout at one another across the room.

"bakugo did you kill kirishima?"

"HUH?! DON'T GO AROUND ACCUSING ME."

"c'mon man, not cool."

"BUT SO WHAT IF I KILLED SHITTY HAIR? WHATCHA GONNA DO?!"

"vote you out, duhhh."

"don't you DARE vote me out pinky freak."

"i'm with mina on this one."

"y/n??? you fucking traitor."

"i like to follow a valid queen."

"and this is why y/n is the favourite!"

"so blasty is going right?"

"LIKE HELL I AM AND WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME BLASTY?! FUCKING DUNCE."

"guys please vote, being dead isn't very manly..."

"SHUT UP, IF YOU'RE DEAD STAY DEAD AND ZIP IT."

"bakugo katsuki. you are out of here."

"blasty go poof."

"sorry dude."

and like that sero was thrown under the bus by bakugo, both were imposters and sero was left to fend for himself. but crewmates won, avenging kirishima's death. this would go on for about 3 hours before night would come and your classmates would go home. but this would be a bakusquad tradition. rooted from you and bakugo.

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

can i PLEASE get director's cut on the clemency piece u shared earlier. i need to know more. if u want ! -ise

YES ABSOLUTELY

okay two things before we get into this

Remington if you are reading this, stop reading this right now, no spoilers!

second thing, I will probably not be sharing this piece on this blog just because it's not super polished and also is oc content!

okay okay okay so Clemency has been a pc i've been itching to use for a while, i first brainstormed them from a twitter dnd thing (like the whole "create a character based off your zodiac signs") and my dear friend logan has just started a new dark campaign so this was the perfect time!

originally Clemency was going to be a death domain cleric but i figured that grave would work a little better. an important, essential part of clemency is that they are a tiefling in a setting where tieflings in general aren't looked upon super highly.

Now, I've been able to really flesh out their character because I officially have been given information regarding the pantheon. Clemency's devotion lies with the Raven Queen. They were born into a secluded enclave consisting only of other tieflings. They were abandoned there by their parents but found comfort in the strict teachings of the enclave. everything had a reason. an explanation. and this was the best thing you could tell this little orphan. they loved this enclave(I have kinda given them some Quasimodo from the hunchback of notre dame flavor).

and this piece details how they left the enclave. that was the sticking point in character creation and motivation. if the enclave was so great, why leave? and having it attacked was an option, of course. what I nearly went with was having the leaders of the enclave require Clemency to like. take a year to do community service in order to spread good feelings towards tieflings and RQ and all that jazz. a kind of rumspringa. but I wanted to really give some major conflict because this character is on the other side of the entire continent from the start of the campaign. so building up the isolation was very important. I really just love the trope of paranoid lil freaks all living together.

so I gave Clemency a bit of a higher stake in the situation. They're fundamentally in line to become one of the leaders in a few years. they've been training and studying and praying and then one night, this human teenager, a child, to be honest, arrives on the doorstep. and Clemency is an idealist, you know? they have no reason to suspect anything. they can host, they've read about hosting.

and then the leaders of the enclave, in what seems to be a direct violation of the laws of the Raven Queen and what the enclave stands for, kill this boy outright as Clemency is forced to bear witness.

And while I don't always love murder as motivation for adventuring, it did feel appropriate here!

truly, to me, both Tranquility and Justice felt as though they were doing what was right, both in doing that and by making Clemency party to it.

and now Clemency is out on their own and they're so scared. they stole the dagger from the enclave and it feels like they're carrying a fiend in their backpack.

suddenly their world has become a hundred times larger and they don't know what to do about it. all they can do is hope that the Raven Queen is still on their side

[munsster]

Heyy

I love your writing and I am currently trying to see more Jonathan byers x reader stuff (cause I just love that man) so I know he's not on your masterlist but could I request like a one shot or headcannons (which ever you prefer) of Jonathan x gn!afab!reader getting high and making out?

getting high with jonathan

A/N: tell me why i completely forgot about his skrunkly ass. also sidenote he is 100% in both my nightmare blunt rotation & my ideal one. anyways thank u nonnie, you’re incredible ily & i hope i did ur request justice

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x GN!Reader

this boy sees you & is immediately like awooga hummina hummina bazooing, okay, it’s bad and he has to remind himself to thank argyle for introducing you

listen, argyle didn’t even want to bring you (he knew, he KNEW jonathan would be like moth to flame. he knew it)

but it still takes jonathan’s dumbass half an hour of being stoned to finally speak directly to you

he’s so goddamn nervous, even though he’s baked so good, he has not a single care in the world

he definitely gets giggly (and, let’s face it: horny) when he’s high no question

you get really bold

and you sidling up right next to him is not helping. like at all

stealing quick glances at you, his fingers brushing yours when you pass him the bong/joint/pipe, your pinky resting against his thigh when it’s set on yours

“argyle, you know your bong looks like those things you put up your—” “don’t. i know what you’re gonna say, seriously, dude, leave it alone” and you butt in like “oh my god, you’re right”

and the two of you end up collapsed against each other, fully cackling

yeah, argyle definitely regrets this

at one point, you end up in jonathan’s lap??? and he is NOT complaining at all

and you look so incredible, eyes wide, smiling at the cartoons playing on the tv

glancing back at jonathan every time you find one of the shitty jokes hysterical and you idiots giggling into each other

slumping back into your seat with your head on his shoulder and letting him put his hand on your thigh

“you ever think about…” “the queen of england? aliens? canada? it’s technically always after midnight, so gremlins doesn’t make any sense?”

and you just grin at him and slip your fingers between his with a soft squeeze like

“exactly. how did u know???”

he’s suddenly very warm and his hands get a little sweaty

but then you let go and bounce across the room to the stereo, flicking through his tapes and gasping when you press one into the little door and fiddle for a second

then ‘rock & roll’ by the velvet underground starts playing

and you hop up onto the coffee table, swaying to the music with your eyes closed (his heart is beating so fkn fast, why are you so angelic??????)

argyle just takes another hit and leans back, so over it like “you’re insane” but doesn’t rlly care

but jonathan is en-fucking-raptured, suddenly standing at attention

until you reach for his hand and he gives, relaxing a little when you hold his fingers and duck under in a (sort of) twirl

then you’re tugging on his forearm, trying to get him to join you and the mediator in him is like “c’mon, let’s get you down. it’s a lot better on the ground” “i’ll get down when i’m dead, byers!” “no—”

you convince him to dance with you up on the table only because you promised to come down after

his hands on your waist, your arms over his shoulders, foreheads together & swaying juuuuust a little

“not bad, johnny” + “nice hair, johnny byers” + “johnnnyyyyhh” + “i’m gonna make you a mixtape, johnny” + overall teasing him

he’s so sober, it’s not funny

your eyes are insane. like genuinely gorgeous, he’s never seen anything like them

he’s so focused on your breathing and your mouth moving any time you say something

you notice.

then argyle groans like “alright, brochachos, i’m getting pizza. when i get back, i don’t wanna see any of this shit. ten feet apart, i’m serious”

but you’re both hardcore tuned out

and also alone together

oh no! i hope nothing horny mischievous happens 🫣

just kidding

you jump down from the table and offer to help him down because he is, of course, a damsel in distress, you are, obviously, his knight in shining armor, let’s be real

but he just steps down and freefalls back onto the couch, smiling at you while you dance over to him

he lays his arms out across the back of the couch and you stand in front of him before he holds his hands out and you settle over his lap, his hands back on your waist

“so…” “yeah.” “okay”

then the front door opens and closes

and you cup his face and lean in, and he feels so weightless but you haven’t even kissed him yet

he sits up to meet you halfway, but you pull back with a shit-eating grin, and he flops back with a sigh while you laugh against his shoulder

“sorry” he mumbles and you lift your head and reach back to gold the back of his head SO gently he’s imploding

he will not survive with you looking at him all soft like that

&&&& you finally kiss him and it’s just a little peck so he’s dumbfounded for one (1) second before kissing you back

yeah, he’s definitely high

your lips are so soft, and he’s pretty sure those sounds are coming from you

you cradle his face so gently, swiping your thumb across his cheek, and he subconsciously does the same with your waist

this boy is a good kisser. genuinely.

and maybe it’s because he’s high, but he for sure knows what he’s doing

and you pull away for like five seconds just breathing kinda heavy, and he pushes your hair out of your face

and you lean back in, and this next one is soooooo slow and easy and smiley

you’re just running your hands through his hair

and his palms slide up your back to move you even closer

ughhhhhhhhhh so sweet

then argyle comes back, and you literally can’t bring your-high-selves to pull away until he walks in like “man, what did i say?”

and you scramble out of jonathan’s lap while he’s shifting in his spot & wiping the spit from his mouth with his sleeve

for the rest of the afternoon, you’re smiling at each other and chuckling about it

bonus:

you accidentally run into will on your way out, reeking of weed, but it’s okay because you give him a fist bump and call him “tiger”

you’re probably one of the coolest people he’s ever met

he tells his mom. joyce figures out jonathan likes you. joyce loves you once you meet her.

after that, you come over every week to get high with jonathan

neither of you tell argyle

masterlist

[ratherbefangirling]

you & I; pt.2 love me one more time

P R E V I O U S

Pairing: unspecified member x reader (I think Jungkook's very suitable)

Genre: poem fic, angst, drama, romance, exes to ??

Summary: our love is a tug of war, you pull me closer and I push you away

Warning: reader is alluded to having depression

His POV

I watch her as she talks to her friend my love

I watch every flicker of emotions on her face

Until I can't look anymore

And I turn away

I wait outside

The roses in my hand limping

I wait for the girls to come out

And as I wait I remember

Things I'm trying hard to forget

Simple things, stupid things

That you liked the weeds I collected for you

And insisted I ruin your hair with it

So I made my queen a crown

The only one I could give then

I still remember the heartbreaking smile you gave me

The one that had fixed a piece of my heart that I had deemed beyond repair among many others

You were scared the world would tear us apart

but

It was not the world who did that

No it was you

You were now out my love with your friend

And my breath still catches as I look at you

I can see the whimpers of your lips as you straighten them into a luminant smile

You hope to get the forgiveness

Do you really regret your lies

I don't know

I don't want to know

You make a sweet pair, you say

as if it pains you

Your friend may not notice

But I do

I can remember the girl who dipped her legs in the water

Watched the ripples for hours

In silence

As the sun kissed her skin

I wish I did

I still remember how you posed for my camera

But pictures can never do you justice

They cant capture

What makes you you

I remember how I'd taught you to swim

How those dainty arms had clinged scared to drown

Oh how

I wish they still did

I remember how you would shy away from my gaze

And yet how your eyes had such intensity

As if you didn't see my body but my soul

I remember how you had shied away from the first compliment I'd gifted you with

I had called you beautiful

I know what you are thinking as I hold her hand

And hand her those expensive overrated flowers

Flowers I knew you disliked

As I look at you

I can sense the questions you must be asking yourself

That I must have called her beautiful too

But my love I didn't

I know you fear my words were hollow lies

That because you abandoned me, I think of you as nothing but cruel

But you... are the most beautiful

Even if you always believe otherwise

Something I promise

I'll convince you

One day

Before the day you left me I thought I couldn't possibly love

you more

But I swear

I did

I swear

I do

I see the pain in your eyes

But

I walk her back your friend

I say nothing

into her house

She kisses me goodbye

I still wish it was you

But then I always do

She invites me inside

But all I can think is

She doesn't smell of rainforests like you did

I see you after a month

She doesn't taste like honey

In a ball gown standing all by yourself

You keep searching for something

Someone

Alone in a corner

But you forced me to be somebody else's prince

Tell me how can I save you now

I see your hair cascade like waterfalls and your lips are painted red

Your look like a chocolate diamond against the backdrop of sand

Your onyx gown glimmers in the dark

My love you are a shooting star

You greet and smile

It is not like you

Or the girl I knew

And I am not stupid enough to believe that

Every word you said was a lie

I can see them in your

Though sometimes when the night is dark and the pain feeds on my soul

Eyes

I take out the monsters stored in my closet

The pictures of you and me

And when my pain fuels my anger

I burnt them only to douse the flames with my hands

At least now my pain will leave scars for the world to see.

And as I bandage my hand I remember of the once

The time in what seems like

A different world when

you had done the same

and how your skin felt like cool marble

against my rough callused hands

As you speak to your friend the one

And how the only thing preventing our hands from touching was a piece of gauze

I abandoned last weekend

I only see the one who left me behind

I begged you

Begged you to stay

Not to leave me

Like this

Not to go away

But you didn't stop

Yet for you my love

I will beg again

Ask me and I'm yours

Do you think I didn't see your shoulders sag

Or watch you hide the tears that threatened to come back

You look at me

I see you look away

The day you left

Like you had the very first day

I took some paints and donned a mask for the world to see

Even though I was never good enough for you

Our love is stronger than to be broken by words

Even if you were the one who said them

Dont get me wrong

I would leave you the minute

You asked me

But how do I leave you

When you think it'll save me

Cant you see how this has

Completely ruined me

Dont you remember

We spoke with our eyes

Not with our toungues

Every declaration of love

We marked with hands

Not with words

And I know you hate yourself

For the boy you changed

And sometimes I hope you do

Hope that you feel the agony you put me through

But its not enough to bring you back

You think I have changed

So it doesnt matter

My love you should know better

I am still the boy you loved

Albeit a little grown up

I can still sense your regret

I can see you break

Even as you try to smile I know you are fading away

In the hole you created yourself

I can see it in the hollow eyes

And your curt replies

You want perfection but those standards are only for yourself

Why torture yourself like that

Aren't they

I've heard you stopped drawing

You stopped singing

I remember how when I had dozed of on that lazy afternoon and my nightmare catched up to me

You had sung

And the words made me think it was going to alright

As long as you were by my side

But then you left me

All the games we played

Together

As the sun shone through

The cottage window

By your side is your fiance

You always were two steps ahead before I could take one

The ring on your finger weighs you down

But I know you secretly like that piece of jewelry

How could you not for it was what I

Who had asked him to pick it

for you

He calls me

His closest confidant and newest friend

The games I have learned to play

I learnt from the best

I can see how he looks at you

But he only sees what you want him to see

He doesn't know it wasn't you who choose him

But your family

The reason you couldn't choose me

I know when you look at him

You pretend it's me

Or who you thought I was

Because if you knew

Then you would realize it

Wouldnt be so easy to get rid of me

When I wake up in my empty bed the next day

I never give up so easily

I miss the warmth of you

The scent of you

I lie on my back and stare

At the ceiling

Do you

Miss me

Your sketchbook now lies in the closet

So do your pictures I had almost burnt in rage

Sometimes when I look in the mirror

I see you sitting and admiring me from the bed

But it is only a hallucination

The next time

I see you

as you talk to him

You are dressed in grey

Wont you tell me

Whose loss do you mourn

Do those colors represent your moods

Do you still love mismatched accessories

(Why then you doubt if we make a lovely pair)

Seemed so meaningful to you

I still remember

How my vague pictures

You asked me to tell you why I had painted my skin

Nobody has asked me that ever since

All the company I kept to forget you reminds me of you

on my skin the remain

the initials of our name

Which have kept us together

Even when we are far away

They kept me whole

Kept me sane

But if falling in love is madness

He asks you every question I planted in his head

Then sanity is not for me

He didn't believe at first

I told him that you didn't love him

Then I told him to ask

A question whose answer you wouldn't twist

I listen as he talks to you

Have you ever loved some one , he questions

What in the world brought this question, you answer

My friend told me his friend loved someone who loved another and since we are to be married I need to know if..., he let the words hang

I see you take in a breath

No no I haven't, you say

I expected as much

And I had warned it to him

Did you ever need someone so much that it broke you, he asked

I can imagine the pain that flashes in your eyes

I am sorry

My heart

But this

You brought it upon yourself

Left me with no choice

He had to loose you before I could win you

I know

You aren't an object

You aren't a price

But the day you stole my heart

You should have known

My ribs would lock you up

And I was never the one who'd let you go

Each pain I give you

I get bruised

But you left me no option

But to play this game

You may have started it

But I would end it

I promise

You know I never break them

I remember the girl who sat on the window and read for hours

The girl who painted my dreadful world into a midsummer dream

The girl who accepted her flaws, always wishing she didn't have any

But still let the world taunt her for it

The girl who sang and hummed for hours as we lay together

The girl who had the patience to listen to every single stupid thing I could possibly say and make me seem the wisest the best

The girl who told me it was ok

Ok to be broken

Told me perfection was boring

Told me beauty was what I made it

I'm sorry I have to hurt you this way

I'm sorry

But I know when his haze ends

He'll kill the soul inside your body

He'll walk away

And you won't stop him

You will accept it as karma

I can't let you do that to yourself

I won't let that happen

Won't let them hurt you

Won't let you orchestrate

Your ruin

I love you too much

Just not more than you

You loved me enough to let me go

I did once, you reply

I love you enough to never let go

I see you have found out a way

Who, his fingers clench in anger

Does it matter. Is this the extent of your love. Is this it the end of confidence the trust you had placed in me , I can hear your anger

Your disappointment

You didn't tell me, you didn't tell me about it about him, is he why you cry alone when you think nobody sees ,is he the reason your eyes seem so empty, why you drown in misery, why every word of love I say you don't believe it you think I'll leave you like he Did, he replies

No I left him, you confess

I left him , you repeat

Like you are reminding yourself

And not him

to this he has nothing to say

He sighs running a hand through his hair

Tell me who was he, he asks

Do you really want to know

Whose heart I broke

I know it seems impossible, you say

Why do you downplay yourself so much my love

Why dont you understand how beautiful you are sweetheart

You are still with him mentally, he says

He was someone who saw me for me and understood and didn't leave. I told you I dont believe in forevers , you say simply

He waits until he realizes that is all you'll tell him

You still didn't give him my name

I wonder why

Does it hurt you to say it

Do you know I chant your name like a hymn

He nods briskly and leaves

He doesn't watch you sit stoically and then leave to go to the empty playground outside the restaurant and scream

Until you are a mess

I watch you as your wheezing becomes breathing

You lie on the ground

I watch you losing

Consciousness

I watch you lie on the earth and sleep

I pick you up

I'm sorry I did this

You are lighter

Even though it's been years since I held you

You fit against me perfectly

You wake up in the middle of the night

Startled to find me dozing on my chair against the bed

Water?, you whisper

How much I had missed that voice

I pass it wordlessly

Scared to watch you startle at the sound of my voice

Have I become a stranger to you

The stranger you had once know so intimately

I need to wash my face, you say

I nod and lead you towards the bathroom

I pass you clothes

The once you wear now dirtied by the earth

I can hear the splash of water against your face

I can imagine the drops racing on your skin

You never dried your face only your hands because they were cold

I always held them so I could warm you up

I dont think you'd let me now

I sit on my bed

All I can think of is how my beds warm without me touching it

And how your scent lingers

I heat up some food for you

And you sit on the table

This is something I've wanted to do for so long

I still doubt it's true

Just you and me together

Not for a few hours in a cabin

But in our house

For a forever

You did it didn't you, you ask me as I put the plate in front of you

I Did, I say without hesitation

You say nothing and chew on your food

And why should I hesitate

My love is neither a secret nor a crime

And I see how good my clothes look on you

But why ? you have everything you could ask for why risk this all, you ask tired

For you , I tell you

I could have lied, you tell me

I know

I told him the truth so he doesn't have to hear it from you, you say

Was my love so meaningless to you, I want to ask

But that's a question for another day

But you didnt, I tell you softly.

I didnt, you confirm unsure but I guess I know why

I drop you to your house

I watch you leave

And once again I'm back at that

Old abandoned house

Begging you to stay

That house was my escape from a dreadful world

I haven't been there since

I never knew houses had heartbeats

But now

You have become my home

You turn

Tell me without you how am I to live

Without you now

As if this time

You heard

That silent plea

I drive away leaving you soaked in the rain

All I wish is that we could

End the misery and start again

I now stand at the altar

That the world wouldn't come inbetween us.

It's the day of the wedding

I wonder if I ask you

Would you run away with me

I watch as the smile decorates your face

You look so happy

He looks at his wife

He has achieved what I fought for this long

Love and peace

I stand beside and watch you

Approach this sacred place

You look beautiful my love

You look at your friend

In her wedding gown

And I know what you are thinking

One day I promise we'll be in this place

And it'll be our wedding

Our declaration

Our victory

We will keep it at that old abandoned house

And let people wonder why

It will be our secret

But honestly

I dont mind where when and how we have it

I just want to call you mine

And at the end two people should be together

That is you and I

As the party wears on

I slip to your side

You place your head on my shoulder

It's so dreamy I'm so happy for them, you say

Our wedding will be better, I promise to the both of us

Always wanting the better things, you joke and I swear I see stars in your eyes

But then you are my whole universe

I choose you didn't I, is what I say before I kiss your forhead

And you choose me

I can't believe it sometimes

When I wake up in the morning

To see you asleep

I can't believe it

When you dont mind holding my hand infront of everybody

Can't believe it

Its hard to believe even after all this time

I get to be with you

It feels like a dream , I tell you

A dream that came true

You correct

Will you be my always, I ask

You laugh

Forever, you promise.

[ghoulciifer]

okay I just saw your head canons for itty bitty titties with suna and atsumu but what abt suna, atsumu, tendō and Bokuto (if u can but if you just want to do suna and Tsumu that’s ok 😚) w a s/o who has like DD cups? I’m lowkey embarrassed to wear tight shirts bc I feel like everyone looks at me ☹️ (Ik they aren’t too big but I feel like everyone stares at me all the time 😞)

hc: atsumu, suna, and bokuto with a big chested s/o

tags: nsfw, reader has big boobies

notes: baby 🥺 i’m so sorry to hear that you’re embarrassed by that, but your feelings are completely valid!! though i personally don’t have that issue i can tell you that you’re beautiful no matter what and if people stare then that just shows their character, not yours. your body ≠ your personality. i hope i did you both justice with these, so if not just reach out and lemme know! ❥

» ma’am you would make this man SO happy

» not that your chest is all he’d value about you, ofc, he’ll be the most attracted to your personality and ability to laugh at his dumb jokes when no one else will, THAT’S the first thing he notices ab you

» you just... appeal to his horny side incredibly well

» he never comments on them though. drinks his respect women juice and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, ever

» until you express how insecure you are about your titties and he’s BAFFLED

» bc in his man brain he’s like ?? how could you NOT be confident with boobs as perfect as yours ??

» but eventually he understands that you think they’re a bit on the bigger side, it’s just he genuinely thinks it’s just more for him to handle/love so why worry ab what other people think?

» when it gets especially hard he never fails to tuck your head under his chin with a hand massaging between your shoulder blades, comforting you with both his touch and his words

» “I think yer beautiful, Y/N. No matter what.”

» WILL fight anyone who stares at your chest

» yk that tiktok with the guy barking at anyone who tries to take his girl friend’s drink from him? that’s atsumu but w dudes who ogle at your chest

» he knows you feel objectified from it and ain’t no one makin’ his baby feel bad

» like the small titty gang, he’ll praise them in the bedroom to no end, like will have his hands on them constantly and loves the way they look when the flesh pokes out between his digits

» even though he understands the necessity of a bra (uh back pain), he always loves the few times you do let the girls free, especially if you’re in one of his shirts/jerseys - like, he WILL jump your bones

» but yea, over all, atsumu’s an understanding dork of a boyfriend who never fails to make you feel comfortable in your own skin, regardless of chest size

» much like the small chested hc, he couldn’t care less what size your titties are

» but does he find them attractive? absolutely, much like the rest of you

» probably isn’t as in tune with your emotions as atsumu or bokuto are so you’ll definitely have to tell him you aren’t feeling yourself, he might pick up on it eventually but it’ll be much later

» just wants you to be open about it so he can help his girl asap

» he’ll probably wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his face into the crook of your neck so he can whisper all the things you need to hear, for your ears only

» “C’mon, Y/N, you’re gorgeous... don’t let something like that keep you from seeing what I see.”

» he understands how people’s stares make you feel bc he’s aware of how shitty most dudes treat women, so instead of barking like atsumu he’ll just stand around you or turn you away from whoever’s makin’ googly eyes at you

» doesn’t stop him from giving said perpetrator a heart-stopping death glare tho

» again, suna’s heavy with degradation in the bedroom, but will never aim it at your insecurities, instead he’ll save those comments for praising you

» and his favorite way of doing that is keeping his mouth latched onto each breast, leaving love bites n’ bruises between each swirl of his tongue around your nipples

» suna doesn’t really care what you wear because, hello, you look hot asf in everything BUT he would kill a man to see you in a crop top whenever possible tasteful underboob

» overall, very supportive boyfriend, you just gotta tell him when you’re feeling less confident so he can fulfill his good boyfie duties of reminding you he loves you no matter how big ya titties are

» this boy is SO PRECIOUS

» will make you feel like a queen the second you express even the slightest insecurity about your chest size

» much like atsumu he’ll be confused because in his eyes, you’re a literal angel who excels in perfection with beautiful tits, holy shit

» but he knows what it’s like to be insecure! so you bet your sweet ass he’s going to go above and beyond to make you feel better, even if you don’t outwardly express you’re upset

» will fold you up into a little ball and just hold you in his lap, caging you with his arms and legs, kissing your hair, forehead, cheeks, nose, etc.

» and will be gushing with praises in between each little peck, i mean he is spewing straight honey from his mouth the whole time

» “Baby, you’re so perfect, how could you even say that? I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Y/N, and I love you so, so, so much.”

» you might have a few cavities from how fuckin sweet this man is

» very much like atsumu, he will attempt to confront anyone who’s blatantly staring at you and your chest, very much like a feral dog BUT will stop the minute you tell him not to

» then proceeds to shield you like suna, but doesn’t even give the asshole the time of day because his baby is more important :)

» bo is a soft daddy dom and is heavy on the praise, so expect lots of comments about how perfectly your tits bounce while riding his cock or how beautiful they look covered in his cum

» he loves smushing his face between your breasts, pls suffocate him with them i’m so sorry

» as loving and soft as he is with you outside of the bedroom, if you wear anything that shows even the slightest bit of cleavage he WILL go nuts, so, do with that what you will

» bokuto just loves you for you, he values your heart before your body so as long as you keep loving this lil’ airhead back, you’ll be just fine

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.4--Episode 11

I have watched through S1E13; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for those further behind than I am.

Lil side note, I’m doing this episode as a single review so I can do episode 12 as a single review. That one was extra interesting (so much so I don’t think I can do it justice) but I will save episode 13 for when I’ve watched 14 and 15.

—The genie’s entire plot line was the twistiest. I didn’t see it coming that he was the one who killed King Charming, or that the Evil Queen didn’t really love him (which, frankly, I should’ve; I’m rather ashamed of myself).

—The genie’s outfit was beautiful. It’s a shame he can’t wear it anymore.

—Similarly, I think the genie becoming the Magic Mirror is a brilliant idea. Whoever came up with that was using an extra percent of brainpower.

—I also think it was a pretty good move to free the genie right at the beginning of the episode. It’s not the expected route, and it allows the narrative to move on without having to go through what would honestly be a pretty trite story at this point.

—Even though I didn’t see the Evil Queen’s lies coming, I did think it was strange to use Agraban vipers when they could implicate the genie so easily, so I guess that’s something?

—I really wanted to trust Sydney, but I’m glad I didn’t.

—I hope Emma isn’t stupid enough to believe that Sydney is really on her side. She needs to take a little bit of the distrust from her Evil Queen pile and sprinkle it around the general populace.

—The Evil Queen’s wardrobe before she got proper evil was lovely. There was a light blue dress she wore at the King’s celebration dinner that I just loved.

—So the s u s writer stole Henry’s book. He’s now even more s u s, but I still have approximately no theories as to what he wants, or what he’s doing.

—They threw in some Mr. Gold crumbs, that was very sexy of them.

—I love the colors of the shirts Mr. Gold wears with his suits. I think there was a sort of dull magenta one, and a subtle purple one, but the real showstopper was a royal blue shirt he wore in this episode. He’d look lovely whichever color he wore, but that royal blue is beyond.

[clotpole-art]

Retrospective: Illustrated Merlin Alphabet Challenge

Finally finished the Merlin Alphabet Challenge, so here's the artist notes no one asked for! See below the cut for comments on each piece by order of creation. Be warned folks, it's a long post.

Before we begin: credit to @merlin-gifs for the challenge, which can be found here. It's awesome, go do it.

First thing you should know is I did probably 80-90% of these while on phone calls or in Zoom meetings and that's reflected in the simplicity of most pieces -- the compositions aren't complicated, the lines aren't refined, the coloring is slapdash. If you noticed variation in quality of the pieces, that's why!

Second: I tried to focus on trying something new for each drawing. Didn't always happen, but this challenge did succeed in helping me push me out of my own comfort zone.

Without further ado...

A is for Arthur Pendragon

Textures, baby! Brushed metal of his armor, scratchy linen texture of his shirt, wispy softness of hair and skin. I'd recently gotten my tablet out of storage after a year of figuring out where the hell I was going to live and this was one of the first pieces of digital art I spent time on. Glad it was Arthur kicking us off!

B is for the Beginning of the End (1x08)

Fun fact, I did not draw this with my tablet. I drew it with my work computer's touchscreen. It was awful, would not recommend.

C is for Camelot

I wanted to get used to different brushes, so landscape of the castle it was! There are brushes that help with drawing grass; I did not use said brushes and my wrist hurt afterward. That being said, I really enjoyed working on this and it was one of the few pieces I didn't do while multitasking.

D is for Daegal

Also drawn on my work computer's touchscreen, not my tablet. I didn't learn my lesson from B and the experience was even worse. This is my least favorite piece which sucks because it's Daegal so I'm slated to redo this sometime in the near future. Gotta do our boy justice.

E is for Elyan

Oh, I adored drawing this. Elyan often gets shafted in terms of fandom appreciation so I made sure to choose Elyan for this prompt and to participate in the Elyan fest. Plus, I love a good ghost story and figuring out a way to include the druid spectre was fun. Didn't multitask on this piece because Elyan deserved my full attention.

F is for Freya

Ho boy. This piece. I have such mixed feelings on this drawing. Really really didn't like it after I'd decided it was done and very nearly scrapped the whole thing. I had a vision in my head that I just couldn't render into reality and it frustrated me SO MUCH. Looking back, I like it much better than I did when I first created it.

G is for Gwaine

What can I say, he's pretty when he's cold. I didn't stretch too much with this one -- it's my normal drawing style, I was just trying to find a brush that mimicked the softness of pencil.

H is for Hunith

Another one that didn't stray too far from my comfort zone. I was stupid sick and slammed at work, so a motherly Hunith manifested herself. I blame the bad brush choice on the cold medicine.

I is for Isolde

I woke up and chose violence! Tried to vary my figure drawing style a little in this piece but my brain resisted, resulting in... this. Not mad at it, but not happy with it either. Poor Isolde.

J is for Juggling

Ah, this lovely piece was drawn during a particularly vexing meeting at work. Fun fact, there's another version of this line art that's less about Merlin's stress and more about mine.

K is for Knights of Camelot

Continuing the theme of doodling through bad news and shit meetings. Like I said above, normally meeting doodles aren't complex because I'm concentrating on something else. This one was more involved because I didn't want to concentrate on the meeting. I have a few issues with this from a technical standpoint (perspective, my nemesis) but it's still one of my favorites. Tried some funky coloring technique, didn't hate it.

V is for Vibrant Colors

And here is where we said fuck the rules and started going out of alphabetical order! This one was really fun to do and I loved kicking off Albion Party with this as my first submission. The colors were a challenge (as I hoped they would be) and this is the first time I had to do some color tweaking midway though and after finishing the coloring process. Vibrant Arthur, my beloved. This started as a multitask doodle but took dedicated time to finish.

O is for Old Religion

The concept for this one was buzzing in my head for a bit before a quote-prompt solidified it. I adore the thought of more visible, tangible representations of Merlin as the son of the elements, of "magic itself" -- not just sun-gold eyes, but sea-water hair and sandstone-skin. A complement to the vibrant Arthur portrait.

S is for Sorcerers

When I said I wanted to challenge myself, I wasn't kidding. Ho boy, this was fun but frustrating. I wanted to completely illustrate a gif. So I did. Will I do something like this again? Maybe. A while from now.

M is for Morgause

See above -- same illustrated gif style so at least I was able to reuse some drawings. Poor Morgause ended up looking a little wretched here because I was mentally done with this when I was drawing her. Love the concept of tarot cards + Merlin but others are doing it so I won't continue this series.

Z is for Zzzz

This one was specifically done to test out some custom brushes I made in Krita to make abstract background drawing easier for me. I think they turned out well! Plus who doesn't love bb iridescent Aithusa.

L is for Leon, P is for Percival

Quick, minimal doodles of the boys! Mentally, I was going for a Brady's-style retro ensemble cast TV show credits feel. Not mad at it! Some boys look closer to their actors than others (I think my brain broke drawing Percy, my apologies to Tom Hopper).

T is for Tristan

It wasn't until after I posted this that I realized there was more than one Tristan in Merlin. Could have drawn Isolde's bf but I drew Ygraine's dumb jock undead brother instead. Had some fun with dark greys and blacks here regardless.

Q is for Queen Annis

Best royal in Albion, bar none. I tried a different coloring technique here and I kinda like it! may make it my go-to but we'll see. Old habits are hard to break. Also: our queen deserved more badass clothes.

X is for Arthur X Merlin

Oh, be still my shipper heart. Doodled and colored during a meeting. I had hoped to spend more time on it outside of multitasking but alas, work is a bitch. This one is slated for a rework sometime in the future; I adore the concept too much to let it go without creating another version of this that isn't an utter mess.

U is for Uther's Ward

And here's my attempt at forgoing line art. Not fun, do not like.

Y is for Young Warlock

Channeled some pain into this one. Those are the dead eyes of someone who had been told that he'd succeeded when his friend died. That the destiny he'd been expecting to carry on his shoulders into old age was done and dusted before he turned 30. Grief plus the existential dread of the aimless immortal. Oof. One of my favs.

N is for Nimueh, R is for Rising Sun, W is for Will

And we end on this sorry offering. I was away from home for a while without my tablet and I just got tired of waiting. So, pen doodles at the airport. This was a challenge in its own right because 1. pen only and 2. I wasn't able to pull Netflix up for a reference on the fly. Which is why Will's face is obscured and Nimueh looks.... not like Nimueh lol.

In summary: this was a goddamn joy to do. I finished 26 letter prompts in approximately 21 weeks, which exceeded my own unspoken goal of filling one letter per week. I found a good, happy corner of the Merlin fandom after a years-long hiatus away from being a fandom creator. If you did make it this far with me, thanks for reading my inane comments and giving this little project even a moment of your time -- I'm so grateful.

[reachfolk]

Hi! Hope you're well! So I was thinking and reading up on Reach people and I was like... What will it take for then to consolidate their strength?

Because the writers seem so keen to vilify them at every opportunity in every era, and it's just... Bad, and racist notions of the 'Barabarian hordes' which feels so outdated in this day and age.

I'm going well, thank u !!

I honestly think it's more or less impossible for all reachfolk to fully unite just due to the nature of their anarchist society. they bow to no kings or queens, so they wouldn't unite under a single person in the same way other societies would an emperor or king or jarl. in order to get them all on the same page, it has to be a concept that unifies them. that can come with a near-universal respect for a given person, but not a sense of "i have to do what they say." i say near universal because obv it's just Not Easy to get that many people to agree on one thing, yk?

given all that, i do think there are certain concepts that are just about universal in the reach and they'd be enough to get everyone to unite under one banner, at least temporarily. the biggest one is religion and their dedication to the old gods, esp hircine and namira. the second is the deep rooted reachfolk belief that every favor must be returned in kind. actions carry a lot of meaning to the reachfolk, and one thing you can always count on is that if you do something for a reachman, they will repay it in kind.

long story short, i think the reachfolk are most likely to unite in supporting a "leader" or figurehead if a) said leader has done or is able to do a huge service to the reachfolk as a whole, and b) if that person has the favor of the old gods. this is more or less what happened with faolan, who defended the reachfolk's territory against hestra such that he earned a universal respect among them. that's why in that case, they were able to consolidate their strength against imperial forces.

also, i 1000% agree that the notion of the reachfolk as barbaric and uncivilized is absolutely ridiculous. i can understand it as "this is just imperial propaganda and if you look beyond it you'd see it isn't true," but skyrim made no effort to do that. eso did a much better job of it though! personally i'm of the belief that calling the reachfolk uncivilized is the most reductive thing you can say. they have literally all the markings of a proper civilization. they have religion, storytelling traditions, values they stand by, manners (albeit very different from what outsiders are used to, but that's a whole other post), humor, concepts of justice, barter systems, etc etc. they just happen to be very different from the norm. but honestly, as far as the reachfolk are concerned imo, it's the outsiders that are backwards lol. it's all about perspective.

[bailey-reaper]

How about a drabble of Barok serving as Klint's judicial assistant in his younger years, before he officially studies law to become a prosecutor? I like the idea of him becoming interested in and familiar with law from his brother. "Judicial Assistant van Zieks" has a certain ring to it.

Work Experience

Notes:

Oh that's a lovely idea, anon! I'd imagine that by the time he's promoted to 'Director of Prosecutions', Klint would most likely have been a very senior barrister known as a Q.C. ('Queen's Counsel'); they're also known colloquially as 'silks' because they 'take silk' (i.e. acquire a robe made of silk) upon attaining this lofty rank.

When a barrister becomes a silk/QC, they often only handle the most difficult (and expensive) work, but they will usually have a junior barrister assisting them (i.e. doing all the work, though I doubt Klint would conduct himself like that).

I can very much imagine Klint taking Barok as his junior and allowing himself to be 'led' by the latter. The term 'leading' basically means the barrister in charge of conducting the case where there's more than one involved.

Content Warnings: legal gubbins (that's the technical term btw... it's not); I take liberties with all things van Zieks, as usual...

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Klint's office was the very best place to study as far as Barok was concerned - the vast table in the centre of the room allowed him to spread his books out while the peaceful calm was greatly conducive to reflective reading. It was as good as, if not superior to, going to the university library. "Barok!" Klint said as he entered his room and shrugged out of his formal scarlet jacket, tossing it haphazardly on a coat rack, "What a pleasant surprise-- drink?" "Good afternoon brother," he looked up and nodded in greeting, "Mm, yes please. How was court?" "Fairly standard stuff," Klint sighed as he took two glasses and poured a measure of whiskey into each. Truth be told it was yet more of the depressing hypocrisy that grew ever-apparent to him day by day, but there was no need to sour a visit from his brother with such things. He set the glass down beside Barok and held up his own in a toasting gesture. Their glasses chimed melodically before both took a sip. Barok coughed a little, still unaccustomed to way whiskey punched the back of his throat when he swallowed it, "I imagine you were splendid, as always." "Oh?" Klint chuckled, his brother truly did worship him. Then, while he leaned against his desk, an idea came to him, "Hmmm! That's a thought..." "Huh?" "How about you take on a little work experience by my side, hm? I'm sure it would be fun to have you as my junior counsel for a while." "What? Really?" Barok looked simultaneously shocked and delighted, "I'd very much like to learn at your side, brother, I imagine there is much you could teach me about court etiquette and procedure!" "Then it's settled! I'll write to your professor and tell him you're to undertake a period of practical study beside me. After all, you're planning to become a prosecutor are you not?" he knew full well his brother intended to follow in his footsteps, which was incredibly flattering-- though he did have his reservations about what such a career might do to his darling brother's character. The younger nodded, "I should very much like to become a prosecutor." "Very good," he set his glass down and sat at his desk, taking a sheet of paper and his quill in hand, "We'll have that letter sent out today!" ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── Barok had been to court many, many times but mostly to observe by way of the public gallery when safe to do so, or from a corner of the courtroom once he started being targeted due to Klint's ever-growing renown as the 'bane of criminals'. This, however, was on an entirely different scale: today he would be assisting with the proceedings -- a participant rather than a spectator. "You look nervous," Klint remarked as he stood beside his younger brother. "What... what do you mean?" "Your eyes," he said, chuckling behind his fist, "They're darting all over the place like a furtive rabbit's" "....O.. Oh..." he took a deep breath and shook his head, "I... didn't sleep much last night, my mind seemed to want to go over the case details again and again." "Mmmm, I had forgotten how it felt to be quite that nervous in court... still, it's good you feel that unsettled sense in the pit of your stomach. One should never be blasé about standing in this sombre hall of justice. It should always create a sense of disquiet, that is how you know you yet hold the essence of what it means to be an officer of the court," Klint took a glass and a decanter from under the bench and filled it with a small measure, "But, here, it doesn't hurt to settle your nerves." "Is that... whiskey?!" Barok uttered. "Yes, go on, for your nerves, little brother." He took a sip as directed, and choked again; still not used to that fiery punch in his throat, "T...thank you." Suddenly there were three loud knocks at the door followed by the court clerk's booming voice: "All persons who have anything to do before my Lords - the Queen's Justices - at the Central Criminal Court, draw near and give your attendance. God Save the Queen!" the clerk bowed to the judge then took a seat in the corner so as to record a transcript of the proceedings.

The Judge sat down, "In the name of her Majesty, Queen Victoria, I declare this court to be in session. God Save the Queen," the middle-aged man, whose hair was starting to fail him, though it was hidden under his white wig, cast his gaze over the persons in attendance, "Lord van Zieks, I see the prosecution has a junior member today." "Correct, my lord," Klint replied with a smile, "This is my younger brother, Barok, he desires to become a prosecutor, so I thought it only proper for him to accompany me on a few excursions so as to get a feel for the thing." "Quite right and very good," the Judge nodded, "I bid you welcome, young man, I hope you will learn much from your older brother, he is a skilled prosecutor and an invaluable asset to this court." "Y... Yes sir!" Barok said, standing straight to attention. Klint chuckled before placing a hand over his heart and bowing, "Thank you, my Lord, you honour me." "Now, Counsel, your opening statement, if you please." "With pleasure, my Lord..." ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── Barok dutifully passed evidence and case notes to his brother as the case progressed, while also taking notes of things that struck him as important in terms of procedure, witness testimony and the general way in which matters progressed. He also made a few notes on Klint's control of the courtroom and general demeanour; the way he eloquently developed his arguments and appealed to the Jury with a seemingly effortless, poetic grace. It was a true masterclass in courtroom conduct and he longed to commit every second of it to his memory so that he might mimic his brother's style in the future. "I already told ya!" snapped the witness in the box, "I ain't never had nothin' to do with the gobshite!" Klint sighed while removing a handsome goblet, fashioned from silver and crystal, from under the bench and filling it with a measure of whiskey, "I'm going to overlook your use of a double negative, no doubt you'd have no sense of what that actually means, and presume that you're trying to deny all knowledge of the accused." "Double wot?" "Never mind all that, " Klint took a sip, startling Barok-- was his brother drinking in court?! The Judge didn't seem remotely bothered by it, in fact no one said a word. Did he do this often?? His brother continued, "You say you don't know that man in the dock." "That's right!" "Are you sure about that?" "W-Wot?! Why'd you keep askin' me that?! If you got somethin' to say about it then say it!" the witness looked flustered and vaguely guilty to Barok's untrained eye. "I'll do better than that," Klint said, setting his goblet down, "I'll show that you're lying to me, to this court and these fine men and women of the jury." "... U..urk..." the witness bit their bottom lip, "Yer lyin'! There ain't no proof to be had!" "I don't play games of bluff, good sir. Like any lawyer worth his salt: when I assert, I go on to prove what I'm saying," he held up a document, "Do you know what this is?" ".... Looks like a bit'o paper..." "It's a contract, signed between you and the accused. A... 'gentlemans' agreement of goods and for services rendered –– you, sir, would receive the stolen property from the accused and his associates, then sell it on for them via your Pawnbrokery!" "W-Whaaaaat?!" the witness recoiled, "W...Where'd you get that?!" "It was well hidden, I'll give you that," Klint replied with a smile, "But not well enough to escape my notice. You're as involved in this intricate criminal fencing enterprise as the accused!" The court descended into a shocked furor... ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── "I think this is a good place to adjourn proceedings for today," the Judge observed after the breakdown of the witness, "Bailiff, have that man arrested and handed over to the Yard so he can answer questions about his involvement in this sordid affair!" The bailiff did as ordered and apprehended the witness.

"Thank you to both Counsel's, and our young junior, for their assistance today. We shall continue again first thing on Monday. Court is adjourned!" the Judge rose, nodding to the courtroom once before leaving.

Klint turned to his little brother and grinned, "Well? How was your first real day in court, brother?" "It... it was amazing!" Barok replied, eyes practically twinkling, "I was so awed by your performance! You truly are an exceptional legal mind and practitioner, brother!" He laughed, "Stop it... you'll make me blush!" "It's true! Though, I must say... I had no idea one could drink in court or kick the prosecutor's bench... those were most flamboyant and striking displays!" "Most people can't," Klint conceded, "But, well, it seems I have a flair for the dramatic. It must run in the blood... Our lord father was a similarly passionate man when it came to matters of court –– even when he occupied the bench as a Law Lord. Many a lawyer would refer to him as 'Good Lord Kicking' behind his back!" he laughed at the thought. "Wow... really?!" "Yes, really!"

[seawater-aurelia-writing]

My Choice

This was inspired by @tri3tri​‘s Happy Ending AU of her Draconia Family Series! Truly an amazing writer that can tug on your heartstrings with her amazing work! Basically I have a marshmallow heart and wanted a kind of happy ending buuuuut I got too into it and it’s ...a thing!    ╮(￣ω￣;)╭

Thank you, @tri3tri​, for letting me write this!! I hope I did your characters justice!!  ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ

Warning(s): Angst with a happy ending?, manipulation

The elegant placement of the finery upon the table did nothing to relieve the tension that was within that frigid room. Even as you tried to keep your face respectfully passive, you felt it cracking as your heart raced and boomed in your chest.

“I am certainly honored you chose to accept my invitation.” Maleficent began, her penetrating voice easily cutting through the silence and causing you to flinch in your seat. “Your stubbornness is quite infamous; I did not expect you to attend.”

You remained silent, keeping your head down respectfully. You didn’t want to accept the invitation in the first place; Lilia hadn’t told you that you were going to be having tea with the Witch of Thorns herself. Then again, why would he? He seemed to gleefully revel in your fear and suffering.

“Years and years of the lifestyle you now possess, why, it would be enough to make any woman, mortal or Fae, overjoyed and…witty with glee.” Maleficent’s voice shifted, causing you to look up and glance at her glowing eyes. The powerful Fae stared at you with a look that could melt the flesh off a dragon and yet, there was something almost softer than usual in her gaze. “Why, praytell, are you not happy? You are Queen of the Valley of Thorns with one of the strongest magical users this world has ever seen as your beloved husband.”

“Because, your excellency, happiness…it was never something I could have.” You hesitated as memories of your past punishments flooded your mind: Lilia’s sadistic gaze and grin, the chilling sensation of Malleus laying his hands upon you. You never wanted any of this, you never wished for any of it. How could you be happy? “They wouldn’t allow me to have it.”

“Meaning you still long for your freedom, do you not?” Maleficent scoffed, her tone matter-of-fact as she seemed to scold you. “Happiness is subjective, child. If you only believe happiness is found outside of these walls, then you will never find happiness.”

Anything was better than living here with Malleus, of that you were sure! “But, with all due respect, there could still be-“

“Hope? A way out? A chance for my grandson to change his mind after all of this time and set you free to ride off into the sunset to a happily ever after?” Maleficent chuckled condescendingly as she cut you off; She easily hid the glimmer of amusement within her eyes as she noticed the gloss over your eyes. “Do not be naïve. Perhaps at a time, before my grandson was so taken with you, there was…a glimmer of hope.”

“So…what you’re saying is…all I can do now is...give in?” You felt only the faintest tremble of terror within you as you registered how freely you were speaking to Maleficent. The words, though hesitant and trailing, flowed from you before you could even stop them. “There’s no way for me to…”

“One can never have all that which they desire; it would be naïve to think so. That is why none are happy in this castle now.”Maleficient lectured calmly before she took a sip from her teacup, her fingers poised gracefully.

“…what do you mean?” None in the castle? You weren’t so selfish to think you were the only one suffering, thoughts of S/N coming to your mind in a flash; But you were the one who has suffered the most, had been forced to endure the most. Malleus had all that he ever wanted; he was happy…wasn’t he?

“You wish to be human again, to have your old memories restored, to return to the life and world that you once had outside of these walls and to live happily ever after when in your heart you know there is no escape.” Maleficent looked squarely into your eyes, her tone firm as tears began to fall from your eyes. “And the result? You are destroying yourself from the inside and seek to take my family with you. And you do not see the folly in such thinking?”

“…I just wanted to be me again.” You covered your face with your hands, no longer able to hold back from sobbing. By denying Malleus, by neglecting S/N as if he never existed to begin with, you believe you could hold onto the thin shred of what you felt was still You. It let you pretend that some semblance of yourself still belongs to yourself- that Malleus never won. “Malleus has taken everything from me – That’s not love, that’s…that’s not a way to live.”

“Yet you do so constantly.” Maleficent stood from her chair, her glowing eyes never leaving the sobbing woman in front of her. Her face slipped into a slight scowl as she kept her voice calm and regal.  “Before me, I see a human in a Fae’s glamour – selfish and stubborn as all your kind are. Defying one such as my grandson for the sake of nothing but stubborn pride even at the sake of your own mental stability and yet, you claim to no longer be yourself? Such foolishness.”

“……” Pride…that’s all it is, isn’t it? That’s all that’s driven you this far and what keeps you from just giving in; To listen to Lilia, to Malleus, to all the others, and just accept that this is your life now. But you didn’t want Malleus to win…but he won the moment he turned you into a Fae, taking what memories you had of your life before him.

‘All of the pain… all of my suffering…what has it been for? I’m hurting everyone and yet I suffer the most… I want to go home…but what is home? I want to be me…but aren’t I ‘me’ now?’  You thought to yourself, you tears falling heavier as Maleficent’s words sunk into you.  “I don’t…want to h-hurt anymore!”

Maleficent laid a hand on your shoulder as she leaned over your pathetically sobbing form.  Her eyes narrowed in glee as Diablo landed on her shoulder, sharing in her amusement.

“When a door is closed, a bridge is burned, it is folly to hope to one day return through it as you are ignoring the new path ahead of you,” Maleficent advised, keeping her voice motherly as you sniffled and spluttered trying to slow your tears.  “You did not have a choice in choosing Malleus, nor the life that you now live, I will concede to that fact. However, delusions of obtaining that which is out of your reach only heightens your misery, does it not?”

‘It does, doesn’t it? The more I fight and the more I fail, the worse this feeling becomes inside of me…’ You roughly wiped your face with your hands; Maleficent’s hand on you no longer felt as ominous as you once believed it to be but was comforting – as comforting as she could be, which was more than you remembered feeling in a long time.

“But…how can I be any other way? I didn’t – I don’t….I won’t choose him…”

  “…….Listen well to my words, for you seem to be deaf.” Maleficent rolled her eyes as she leaned down, whispering to you as she once did to Malleus when he was but a small hatchling. “You will not be happy unless you move on from that which you cannot have; Even our kind must learn this harsh truth. By allowing yourself to give in, you are not submitting to him, but to yourself. Cease these foolish actions of yours – if not for my grandson – then for your sake…and the innocent child whom you are tormenting.”  

When the gentle grip disappeared from you, you looked up through tired eyes and only caught the ending of Maleficent’s magical fire. ‘She teleported….’

Weeks passed since Maleficent and you last spoke privately to one another, giving you time to mull over the words they exchanged.

‘Submitting to…myself.’ You thought, idling toying with the green ribbon in your hands. The small box that sat upon your lap felt heavier than it truly was, but it was oddly comforting especially now. ‘I control my mind…my decisions are my own.’

“Your Majesty…” The lady-in-waiting called hesitantly, bringing you out of your thoughts. You didn’t bother to turn around as she finished speaking. “The party is u-underway…”

You took a deep breath, resolving yourself as you stood from your bed; The gift held delicately in your hands. S/N’s birthday.

“…Let us go.” You spoke calmly, slowly allowing you to escort you to the living room from your room. You tried to ignore the sigh of relief she released as you both neared the living room.

‘Do this…’

The tension in the room spiked when you appeared in the doorway, barely concealed looks of happiness and shock on the faces around the room. You glanced at Maleficent, who sat regally beside Malleus with Diablo perched on the arm of your chair; When she gave you the faintest of nods, you looked at S/N who shakily stood up from his chair.

‘Because you want too.’

“M-Mother?” S/N couldn’t keep his voice steady as he stared at you without blinking a single time, unsure if you were truly before him. That his mother – who neglected him all this time, had come to his birthday celebration.

You looked at him, fighting the urge to turn and merely leave as you would normally do. As you took a deep breath, steadying yourself, you gave him a weak but gentle smile; The sensation feeling foreign on your face after such a long time.

“…Happy…birthday, S/N.” You spoke softly, your words slow but flowing easier as you allowed yourself the luxury of saying them.

S/N rushed to you, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist as he ignored everyone else in favor of you; The one gift he had been waiting his entire life to receive, given to him on his birthday. The thought of it brought tears to his eyes as he cried softly into your stomach.

Maleficent smirks to herself as she pets Diablo, watching as Malleus approached his family with barely concealed happiness. When he laid his hand on you, pulling you and S/N into his arms, her smirk only grew as you flinched but steeled yourself, allowing yourself to give in to the family embrace and allowing happiness to practically flowing out of those in attendance.

[writeblrfantasy]

happy birthday to my dude @magic-is-something-we-create !! for ur special day, i made you some moodboards of your ocs and wip! i hope you love them <3

the lost! aka how many pictures of space dust can i fit in one moodboard? but god space is gorgeous and scary as fuck,,i love the wip though, aralian is an icon

wrench! the little gremlin. i know shes not a human for that last picture but she is a queen and she will let everyone know it

annie! i couldnt believe how many seamstress pictures there were to choose from,,her aesthetic is so calming and so quietly powerful and she is just a lovely and beautiful character <3 like all of these, i hope this did her justice

and the latest but the greatest, beta!! who could forget him, my favorite fb character, the arsonist icon. can there be a murphys law but beta's law? what can be tampered with that probably shouldn't will be?

you're such an amazing friend, a caring and hilarious person, (who gives THE BEST book recs) an absolutely mind blowingly talented and creative person with writing and art and just. i am always in awe of your brain and all the incredible ideas it comes up with, and i hope some silly little moodboards can say thank u and all that for how amazing you are in my life and the lives of everyone on writeblr. i hope you have an absolutely wonderful day <3<3