#i swear I'll finish this one

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Real Sweet (But I Wish You Were Sober)

Barty POV, Rosekiller, TW: Alcoholism, idk what else- Pt 1 probably

It's a crowded party, filled with younger students drinking for the sake of conformity and older years drinking to get drunk. 

Barty is the second type. 

He stumbled toward an empty chair in the corner of the room, allowing him a perfect view of the Slytherin common room and its contents. He doesn't even notice when someone sits down beside him until he feels their lips on his neck. 

Instinctively, he jerks back. However, thanks to his drunken state, Barty misjudges just how much force is necessary and accidentally ends up on his back on the floor boards. To make matters worse, his ankle hooked around his companion's waist and brought them crashing down on top of him. 

It's a boy, Barty sees now, with golden-blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. 

Evan. 

The other boy is resting above Barty, peering down at him curiously. Circe, Barty thinks, he must be pissed. That is when Evan decides to shoot his shot for the second time, aiming for Barty's lips. 

The thing is, as much as Barty wants this, Evan would never forgive him. Sober Evan, that is. Evan who has a pureblood girlfriend and a tendency to cry whenever Barty brings it up. 

'It' being the fact that at every potential opportunity, Evan finds a way to get to the level of drunk that alcoholic's envy and makes an attempt to snog his best friend. 

Sure, Barty indulged him the first few times. It was selfish, he knows that, to take advantage of his friend in moments of weakness. But can you really blame him? Barty had been falling for Evan since he first saw him on the Hogwarts Express when they were eleven. 

Now, they are sixteen, drunk and accustomed to the pain. 

Barty turns his head and Evan's lips collide with his cheek. Evan pulls back, looking at Barty with wide, almost mournful eyes. 

"Rosie?" Evan smiles, remembering his fondness for the nickname despite the alcohol's effects. "We can't do that, okay?" Evan nods hesitantly but he's still peering down at Barty with piercing hazel eyes.

"Yeah, alright." Barty mutters. He does his best to manoeuvre out from under Evan without alerting the boy he's trying to do so. When Barty finally manages it, Evan's eyes have glassed over and, in truth, he looks quite sweet, if a little vacant. 

While hating to shatter the image, Barty hoists him up from the wooden floor. Evan looks mildly disgruntled but he leans into Barty just as easily. He's smaller, just by a few centimetres and so much lighter. Barty can smell his shampoo. 

Barty supports him all the way up the stairs and to their room. The curtains are drawn around Regulus' bed when they make it. For good measure, Barty casts a fresh silencing charm around him. 

Instantly, Evan collapses onto Barty's bed, it being closest to the door. He curls in on himself and is asleep in what seems like seconds. Barty sighs, he's going to have to levitate him into his own bed in a minute. 

Or just carry him. An unhelpful voice supplies.

Yeah! A fireman lift! Like in those muggle movies! Another joins in.

Barty rolls his eyes. "Fuck no." He whispers, turning for the bathroom. He strips off his shirt, well technically Evan's shirt, and turns on the sink to brush his teeth. 

His gaze snags on the rose tattoo on his forearm, then the letters across his knuckles. Rosie.

Regulus had told him then, Most people don't get more than one tattoo for their best friend, if any. Barty brushed him off. I'm not most people, Reg.

Barty turns the tap off and heads back to where Evan lays. He hasn't moved an inch. 

Do it, Crouch! The same voice says. Lift him!

"What if he wakes up?"

If a voice can shrug, this one does just that. Wing it.

Barty cursed under his breath. Still, the idea had some merit. A slight indulgence, but an indulgence all the same. It wouldn't really be all that different from supporting Evan as they walked up here, would it? Just a different kind of support. 

Evan didn't stir as Barty swung two arms under him, nor while Barty carried him, in a fireman's lift as requested, to his own bed on the other side of the room. Not even when he landed, with a thump, on the top of the covers.

He didn't curl in on himself again. Instead Evan lay just as Barty had left him, on his side with one hand curled beside his face. A single strand of dark blonde hair fell into his face. Without thinking, Barty reached and tucked the imperfection behind Evan's ear.

This, of course, did wake his best friend up. 

"Huh?" He murmured.

"It's just me, Rosie." 

Evan fell onto his back, looking up at Barty. "Were you- were you watching me sleep? And where's your shirt?"

Barty felt the flush in his cheeks. "Why? Do you want me to watch you sleep?" Evan huffed a laugh. If he noticed Barty avoided the second question, he didn't say anything. "I'll see you in the morning." He turned his back on Evan who made a noncommittal noise. 

Barty draws the curtains around Evan's bed with a flick of his wand and wanders over to his own. 

Barty draws his own curtains, buries his head in his hands and doesn't emerge until late that next day.

[budder-tigress]

Love that I got into the Final Fantasy Fandom a week before Crisis Core: Renunion drops lmfao

Anyways, here's a WIP

I have, regrettably (or not) become a simp for this rat bastard

I have memes and blorboposting for tommorow in between study sessions (since my first final is monday)

(And yes, this is the sketch I've worked almost 10 hours on, I edited to hell and back and I like it now. Love how that works)

[cutie-lumi]

Cosmic 💐🌟

[bunnysnared]

uhmm here are some unmasked boyfriendly ghost sketches +bonus headcanons i have 🫶🏻💌

[pls dont reupload bcos i didnt watermark them but i wanted to share;;] +ALT TEXT on my headcanon sheet in case u can't read my handwriting ♡

[nanadouken]

they couldn't decide between fox and wolf so why not just be both, eh?

[snekky-arts]

he gonna burn someone's house down

(click for Actual Details, why does Hack have to be 9ft to Koala's 5)

I just couldn't get this meme out of my head for them. And I learned that I need to draw more buff men and also I really want to draw Koala again.

[sersfandomthings]

wanderer

(referenced from that one shot in the 3.3 interlude quest)

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

you can’t fall asleep, so Shadow tries to help.

content. shadow x gn!reader, implied insomnia (reader), sickening amount of fluff (especially towards the end), mentions of shadows past and reader being upset about it

☂︎ wc. 1.2k ☂︎ a/n. second post obviously has to be shadow, yeah? might as well make my next one silver and then scourge, but i dunno. totally gonna reuse this idea for him in a way, i think it’s super sweet. <3 maybe a version where you two AREN"TTT really in a relationship yet? secret mutual pining murhehehehe

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!

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“You’re still awake?” Shadow murmurs, his footsteps causing the wooden floor to creak under him, emerging from his room with a small rub of his ear,  watching you as you take a small glass cup from the cupboard, open the fridge slightly to take out the water pitcher, and then pour yourself a drink.

You could say the same thing for him, but you might’ve just woken him up from the noise of you making your way to the kitchen. He’s never been the deepest sleeper. Always alert.

“Why’re you awake this late?” He comes over to where you’re standing, brushing against you as he urges you back to your room with a hand set right on your waist. His gloves are off, yet his inhibitor rings remain, a soft reminder in the back of your head. “Did something happen? A nightmare?”

You shake your head, taking a sip of water before making it clear to him you just had trouble falling asleep. Best not to tell him it’s been going on for more than just tonight, for a while now actually, but knowing him, he might already be aware of that fact. You never like to worry him too much. No matter how much he likes to hide it, he really does care about you. Sometimes the concern is a little much, but it’s just his own way of showing love, so it’s never bothered you.

His brows furrow as he glances at the digital clock set on the microwave, a clear 03:14 set right there for both of you to see. His eyes flick back to you, letting a small sigh leave his lips.

“Do you need me to keep you company?” He mutters, his tone seeming almost agitated, yet his body language saying just the opposite as his hand falls loosely to your hips, then drops to his side.

You shake your head with a firm refusal; you don’t want to bother him with your little issue tonight. You’ll fall asleep eventually; you always do. But Shadow doesn’t seem swayed by your refusal.

He grumbles, crossing his arms as he leans against the fridge, looking at you with that stoic expression he usually has. “So what’re you going to do then? I assume you’ve been up for hours.” No point in denying that. You nod softly, and his frown deepens with your confirmation. “See? Don’t be so dumb.”

Dumb?

Shadow’s face softens quickly, noticing the mistake in his words. It wasn’t anything too serious, yet it still bugged you in an odd way, making you cross an arm over your stomach and make a small circular motion with the cup in your other hand, the water sloshing around inside, filling the silence between you two.

Shadow grunts, clearly displeased at the sudden silence, yet understanding his mistake, and he shakes his head while looking at you, his ears flicking downward slightly with an apologetic expression on his face.

… You’ll take his apology just like that for tonight. It wasn’t like he called you a ‘dumbass’ or anything; nor did he really mean to insult you.

“Hmph.”  He huffs, his gaze trailing down at the floor for a moment as you take a few more sips of your water, letting the coolness run down your throat. His finger taps impatiently on his arm, clearly deep in thought, before his voice rings out again to you.

“Do you think sleeping with someone else would help?” Someone else? You peek over at him, tilting your head. Does he know that he can just say himself instead of that? He probably does.

Shadow turns, not meeting your gaze, and glancing towards the window at the far end of the room, noticing the moonlight shining through. Is he a bit embarrassed? Even after both of you have been together for this long?

Some things never change. Not that you mind it when it comes to Shadow. The only reason why you two still sleep separately is because you thought it would be nice to give him some privacy at times. Maybe another moving day would be in order; you'll ask him about it tomorrow.

You purse your lips to fight back the giggle sending itself up your throat, but you nod softly. His warmth would be nice tonight. As long as a quill doesn’t prick you or anything, but he’s usually so careful with you that it rarely happens at all.

“... Come on.” Shadow runs the back of his fingers against your arm, gesturing for you to put the cup down and come to bed with him, almost as if he’s pleading for you to do so.

And who are you to refuse?

Your hand drags up his wrist slowly, bumping over his inhibitor ring and feeling the fur on his palm, also at the base of his fingertips, then intertwining your fingers with his, closing your eyes, and snuggling your head closer to his chest. His heartbeats so calm, pattering right against your head.

Shadow was never one to be so physically affectionate with you, and if you weren’t so tired, the night calling your name, you would’ve teased him lightly about the gesture. But it’s not like you’re going to complain either.

Not that he didn’t want to give it to you, or that he disliked it entirely. It just wasn’t his main form of showing his love for you. He can accept a hug sometimes, but being so touchy too often made him feel awkward. It feels better when Shadow’s comfortable enough to give such acts of affection to you.

“I’ll be with you until you fall asleep.” He says quietly, the weight of the bed shifting ever so slightly as his other hand rises off the bed, hesitating in the air before he settles it right on your head, petting you softly. “Wake me up if anything.” A soft sigh leaves his lips, followed by a grumble you can feel from deep within his chest as his body relaxes under the weight of you, clutching your fingers tighter with his own. “I’ll be here.”

Your wrist brushes against his inhibitor ring, your brows furrowing and eyes squeezing tighter as you're reminded of his past struggles and pain. It sucks that he had to go through so much before you two met. It hurts. How many times have you cried over him in private, his own aching and sorrow spreading to you? He caught sobbing you once, telling you not to worry about it repeatedly as he wiped your flowing tears away. But how can you not?

Shadow notices you tense up under him, his heartbeat quickening just the tiniest bit at your sudden discomfort. “What's wrong?” He mumbles, but you brush off his concern and just sigh against him, murmuring a soft sweet nothing as you tilt your head up to press a kiss on his lips briefly, saying nothing else as you lie back down against his chest. What is there to say, really? ‘I’m sorry for your terrible past’? It would just be a reminder; one he doesn’t need tonight, or ever.

Shadow says nothing else at your display of affection, but responds physically with a soft peck of his own, right on your head. Oh, how much more lucky can you get tonight? You try to hold back the smile forming on your face, but it's pointless to try to hide your joy.

While your relationship with him might not be cuddles and roses all the time, you wouldn’t want anything else from him. You don’t. He already makes you feel like the world.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

[coolesth]

I never posted the colored versions!!! Here are my handsome dance bois, I swear I'll work on them more, I promise I promi

[emomomortal]

they're having a girl's night! which means painting nails so she's painting the tips of his fingers with a paintbrush

I'm their biggest fans I wish them nothing but a life of whimsy and joy

[solaestial]

105 / Heart - Jessie Early

[jeunix]

🐛 if i may request, i think eyeless jack would b very cool in your style if you wanna draw more pastas,,,

Sorry for answering this late!! Decided to experiment with his art and kept it monochrome. Kinda wanna experiment more with this

I should make a design for him in the future..

[bloodydeanwinchester]

man writing fanfic is so much fun it's insane but god damn it takes me FOREVER

[wolfofartblock]

Some sketches I found on my computer that I never finished ToT

Desmond watches a tendril take Lucy's sandwich, sucking it through the vents

Desmond finds the same sandwich in Dr.Mercer's lab, causing his anxiety to spike. Desmond has his suspicions of Dr.Mercer's identity, and Alex knows Desmond suspects something and for a while they're stuck in this stressful loop of uncertainty.

[deadmothsketches]

Sing me sweetly to my doom.

[writing-hat]

man I'm rewatching skybound (help) to focus on the misfortune crew so here's a kinda long ramble about Flintlocke and Nadakhan friendship below

the way Flintlocke's voice shakes when he says to Nadakhan he's doing a mutiny. when he says "stay right there"

I know it's most likely from fear, but I wouldn't be surprised if this was out of a broken heart too like- it's his captain. one he has most likely spent years at sea with. the one he'd trust with his life, and must've done so. most likely his best friend. AUGH

And how Nadakhan reacts to it, too! he gets angry, he doesn't believe what he's hearing! how dare they not trust him? (gee I wonder why)How is Flintlocke daring him to change things around?

Can you imagine watching someone you care about diving into some kind of infinite madness, and you not able to do shit about it? And it's not like Flintlocke could help much. Since yknow Nadakhan just lost all his people in a single moment after spending 300 years inside a teapot, and after losing the one he loves, too. And he sees something is wrong the moment he sees Nya. He knows Nadakhan too well, and I take it he's used to the captain sharing plans with them if he's already hella suspicious when Nadakhan doesn't tell him what he has in mind when coming back from Djinjago

And he's not the only one; like the whole 'close' crew (as I like to call them) notices how their captain is kinda getting distant? and losing it

But like what are you supposed to do about that? especially since they're pirates, and the captain has to be kind of scary if he still wants to handle psychopaths under an iron grip of some sort

And they were ready to trust him. To the end, I guess.

fuck! Nadakhan just ruined all that was left to him during skybound, didn't he? what a fucking idiot.

And Jay was this close to do the same with his own friends huh (NOT TO THAT EXTENT GUYS COME ON-)

I just love to think of parallels between Jay and Nadakhan. Cole and Flintlocke. The obvious (? I'm not really sure about this one) but awfully made Delara Nya one (not saying I made a good one in my fic either but eh)

But they're pirates. They're not good people, and Nadakhan is a fucking bitch. You have on one side how Arrakore dealt with the loss, and on the other, Nadakhan's, who was probably so used to being a prince and stuff he just- ugh.

But that doesn't mean they don't have emotions, which I'm trying to write about

also I'm noting Clancee probably noted Nya resembling Delara when he gave Nadakhan the newspaper. But he didn't say anything. Hm. I'm keeping that in mind.

anyway. back to writing I goooo