#i love u mwah

[skz-films]

MINCHAN ★ DRIVE

for @ughbehavior  ♡

[pinktief]

maybe it's the old age but is anyone else exhausted from how hostile every online space is

[writingjourney]

Comforting Papa headcanons.

We all know Primo loves to garden, but something else he loves to do is cook. He'll grow an array of different vegetables in his garden to cook some nice meals with, and upon finding out your favourite, he makes sure to grow a few extra plants.

Secondo loves to study. He's always lingering on some piece, reading some ancient text. But his favourite way to do so, is one hand holding up his book while the other plays with your hair while you rest your head in his lap. Nothing hurried or heated about it, no words are needed, he's just enjoying your company in silence without any words needed.

Terzo paints. He doesn't like to let people know about it, but he draws and paints. His favourite thing to relax is to take his partner and lay them out in some way, so they can relax and he can sketch them. When you see the pieces he draws out, you can see how he sees you, so clearly and yet so loved. One day he'll paint a large portrait of one of these quiet moments, for you to have forever.

Copia is quiet in his love. It's the small things for him. He keeps a pinball machine and a few arcade games in a spare room near the offices of the abbey. He uses them the most so it's not a surprise to see either C.C or P.4 as the initials on the high scores. But the top scores on the machines are your own, so every time he plays he can see your name and smile.

Secondo has five minutes to show up at my door with a book in his hand and homemade veggie soup from Primo in a tupperware container or I'm going to commit crimes. What if you need the distraction and he softly reads for you to drown out your bad thoughts? What if he knows you love him speaking in his mother tongue so he chooses Italian books on purpose?

Painter Terzo owns my heart now. He trusts you enough to show you his artworks, such a vulnerable part of himself, and pours his whole heart into every little sketch of you because how else could he ever allow himself to sit with these deep feelings? No words could ever describe what you're able to see in those sketches. I want to sob.

Copia never beating the high score so your name stays on there for him to see – but also so you feel great about yourself whenever you play and don't get discouraged. He wants to see your face light up when you beat his score, offer some gentle praise and a kiss as your price for winning because that's all he needs. Every time he plays he remembers these little moments and feels so loved.

[toffoliravioli]

SIDNEY!!! PLS HE LOOKS SO GOOD

Also the little glimpse of Nate’s side profile 🥹

I’m going through it right now

[ybcpatrick]

happy tiana loves kell sunday 🦁🌊🐻🌹

i’m so fucking proud of you for getting through everything that’s been being thrown at you. i really hope it gets better soon, because you deserve so much peace and happiness. you’ve handled it with so much dignity, though, and i want you to know it doesn’t go unnoticed. not by me, at least.

i wish i could hug you and tell you i think you’re doing great, so know that i’m doing that spiritually. i miss you like crazy (even though we’re always checking in) and like genuinely i think my wildest dreams right now include watching wrestling and eating popcorn on the floor with you. the universe taking watching kaqotr together away from us really made me miss you even more and i didn’t think that was possible.

i’m always always here for you. i’m drilling this into your head. i am here for anything from listening to you vent to hiding bodies with you. not that it would come to that but… you never know. you never have to go through anything alone, not for as long as you know me. even if i can’t be right by your side 24/7, i am always ready to be your shoulder to lean on. i couldn’t get through life without you, and i want to get through yours with you in return.

and hey? in case you didn’t know… i love you so much. more than any words could ever explain. our souls were made to find each other and i’m so glad i found you. let’s get through this week together and retain those tag titles :’) mwah 💘💖💞💗🩷💝💘💖

lowkey us rn bc my job is kicking my ass and your loving support is one of the few reasons i'm able to stay sane rn

[jarrodsbowen]

the amount of boops you gave skdhdkjd ily LMAOOO have an askbox boop 🐾

one boop = ten hugs 🫂

[shubblelive]

hey! just checking in again, how are you? hows the new year going?

hi lovely sorry this is late!! i’m actually doing really well, i’m going into my final year of college in 2 weeks and i’m lowkey excited about it hehe, i hope you guys are all doing good!! sorry for the absence <3

[settriigh]

I missed your fat tits

“What do I even say to this? ‘My fat tits missed you too.’ freak.” he laughs before pausing suddenly on an inhale. Making direct eye contact. “Get away from me.”

[sobredunia]

AAAAAA I FINISHED READING UR FIC

I LOVE HOW YOU WORDS

I DONT EVEN KNOW THESE CHARACTERS ND I WAS STILL SO INVESTEDDD

they r very cute and traumatised big mwah to them <3

ALSO CATBOY XANDER EPIC

AAAAAAAAAA THANK YOUUUUUUU. IF I BELIEVE IN MYSELF I CAN CONVERT ANYONE INTO LIKING FANDOM CHARACTERS THANKS TO SILLY FICS WITH CATBOYS AND CRINGEFAIL ROMANTIC TENSION

[nick-cassidy]

Blorbo bingo: tbe new jag team mitch and nick :3

Nicholas Robert Cassidy

mitch

me and Mitchell r on VERY unsteady terms rn due to Rome part 2 but who knows in the game of fe….

fun cassevans fact: mitch went to see nick race in super gt 😄 he got to see Ryo and nick win .

[the--days]

i must know what Matt Daemon AU is

This is the working title of my never-to-be-finished fanfiction Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning Daemon AU (which are my faves because I get to employ the power of Animal Facts). I know no one on earth played that game, but the basic premise is your character has died & come back to life (losing all their memories in the process), so they unlike everyone else in the world have no set destiny, and can therefore Change The Course Of Fate.

My main character's name was Matt, former kind of fucked-up spy who had IIRC been severed from her daemon pre-death. Something fucked up had happened to her anyway, my notes say:

"the like. Brainwashing that they underwent to become spies made Sparrow [Matt's Daemon] basically just An Animal. She could play pretend alright but if you spend too much time w/ her it's very... unsettling... bcos there doesn't seem to be much going on in her head. She NEVER speaks. Matt and her were rarely affectionate to one another; sort of saw their connection as an inconvenience. Which is DEEPLY unnerving to see play out. They're v good at hiding it, but in private Sparrow would attack Matt, sometimes badly, fairly often (extremely scary to witness). Some sign of how distressed and broken a state she'd been put into, and Matt would never show affection or even rlly seem to notice sparrow was there (this is maybe like-- something in Sparrow instinctively knew Matt SHOULD love her & even tho that feeling was gone she felt it's absence and attacked Matt to make her pay attn / out of the horrible fear & loneliness & violence that had been instilled in them)"

On Matt's rebirth, their connection was restored, but they had to essentially get to know one another all over again. It was fun to write, still very fond of it! Matt's this character with this silly grimdark backstory who, yk, forgot all of it (though retained the instincts & skills of her old life, she is kind of a jason bourne alike hence the WIP title lmao), & she approached life with a lot of kind of. Curiosity and joy as her character progressed, just. Genuinely enjoyed the process of re-learning about the world and herself, and getting to choose who she wanted to be. Snippet under the cut!

The door to Allestar Tower bursts open-- bursts apart, really, in a flash of noise and shower of splinters, and Agarth turns, belatedly, slow and thick and miserable with hangover, to see a woman stumble out, followed by an eagle, followed by--

Sweet gods, a troll.

Jaska is struggling upright now too, hackles bristling, and Agarth puts a hand on his daemon's back; she turns to look up at him sideways, and a flash of comfort, understanding, companionship, flows between them, easy and natural as breathing.

Agarth draws his sword. Jaska matches his pace, teeth flashing, and they charge.

The strange woman has a sword but no boots, and she weaves between the troll's attacks with an easy, obvious practice. A warrior then, of some kind, the sword an extension of her arm-- but bouncing harmlessly off the troll's stoney hide.

"Ho stranger!" Agarth calls, speeding up, cursing his night's drinking-- every step rings unpleasantly up through his skull.

The stranger doesn't turn at his call, but her daemon, just for a moment, does.

And the troll, with a sort of contemptuous ease, lifts one massive fist, and swats her down. Like a man swatting at a fly.

The stranger cries out alarm and fear and pain, red-raw, like this is the first her daemon's ever been hurt-- maybe not a soldier after all, with a reaction like that, and the troll takes ruthless advantage of her distraction.

The immense cudgel of his fist closes around her head, and he mashes her face into the ground with a wet and awful sound, and the stranger folds, just crumples up like a wet rag.

Her daemon shrieks out- rage or fear or pain- a harsh, eagle cry that shifts, somehow, warps, and then she is roaring, full voiced, and charging across the clearing in the shape of a bear, two tonnes of teeth and claws and fury, and she leaps at the troll's head, bellowing.

Agarth stops, struck dumb.  Jaska makes a growling, uncertain sound in her throat.

The troll reels away, bloody rents torn through its face, one ear hanging in limp tatters. The bear daemon falls back to the ground, shaken loose, and the stranger struggles upright, her face a mask of blood.

She pauses, just for a moment, and looks down at her daemon as though surprised.

The great shaggy bear-daemon looks back, impassive.

Above the stranger's ear, a flap of her scalp hangs loose, peeled away from the skull, and pours blood down her neck-- but she looks away from her daemon, and picks up her sword as cool as anything, no hint of the hurt, the shock, she'd shown when her daemon was struck down, and the two charge again, in step, while the troll is still reeling.

Agarth remembers himself, and belatedly sets after them again, but he's too late to be much use.

The stranger throws out her hand, and her daemon growls low and vicious, and the troll--

It undoes. Just falls apart, unspooling like a dropped skein, and the air goes thick as taffy, a bizarre golden haze falling over all like a filter on a photogram, like richest summer sunset--

And then, abruptly, it is over. And the troll is simply-- gone.

The stranger just stands there, for a moment, and then with brisk, economical movements, she sets out  cutting a strip of fabric from her shirt, and tying up the hanging rent in her scalp.

And her daemon just-- stands there. The two had fought viciously enough to defend one another, but now that the fight is over its like they're two separate people-- it's like they don't even see each other.

"Hail," Agarth says, and the stranger turns to look at him still tying up her head, no sign of surprise on her face-- no sign of anything. A cold, blank, impassive expression beneath the mask of blood.

Her nose is broken, and beside the wound in her scalp the entire left side of her face has been scraped like a hide for tanning, where the troll had ground her into the stone.

Shock, maybe, Agarth thinks. Or she's some kind of berserker.

Jaska makes a low, uncertain noise in her throat, her hackles still bristling.

Agarth, growing more uncertain by the moment, steps forward, and offers his hand. "You're injured, I see! allow me to--"

And the stranger's daemon growls, and changes shape into a monkey quick as lightning, scrambling up the stranger's shoulder to fix the bandage herself.

The stranger looks at her daemon, obviously surprised, and then shrugs, and looks to Agarth. "Matt," she says, gesturing to herself. "Where are we?"

[hanlimz]

CASS BAE HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING AN AMAZING DAY MWAH ILYSM

pls accept these sunjaywon photos bc i am terrible at gift giving mwah

THANK U NYX!!!! these r wonderful gifts i love all of these pics so much 😭🫶 the lomls NOT CLICKBAIT‼️ i’m going into my second test of the day so these def helped LMAOOO (bowwon, 2nd jay pic, n blue sweater sunoo r keeping me afloat rn)

[kitttenteeth]

34 !!!!!

[pinkfey]

top 5 me (or da, whichever you haven’t done) companions!

ask me my top five anything!!

for u mars my sweet i will do both >:)

massed effect

miranda 🧬

kaidan 🥃

mordin 🐚

liam kosta my angel sent from heaven 🚗

liara (my personal version) 📖

dragoned age

alistair 🛡️

morrigan 🪞

zevran 🔪

vivienne 🫀

sera 🏹

[bunny-rambles]

his teapot lines are killing me why is he SO SWEET OTL

[rinatual]

omg omg happy birthday eri!!!💞🥳💓 i hope you have a wonderful day<3 🫂

thank you my kindest robby !!!! 💖💖💗💓💖💗💓💓