#i want all the freckles

[be-my-prince]

Keir/Reader - Predictable

keir is best boy of the week. i had to do this eventually. i’ve been egged.

word count: 739

[masterpost]

Keir wasn't a chaser. He wasn't one to mother, despite the jabs and accusations thrown at him once the crew was one too many drinks in.

He could argue that it was simply because he didn't have it in him, but frankly, he just didn't care enough to. Sure, he knew some people who needed to get their shit together. But that wasn't his problem.

Their shit, their problem.

Life was just easier that way.

But when he saw your cloak draped over the side of the sofa, it sat oddly in him, a discomfort that had him scooping it up before he could think twice. And then there he was, knocking at your door.

"Hey, you left your stuff out here."

Not that he cared. He couldn't care less about where you left your belongings, as long as you were neat about it. But you never went anywhere without your cloak, and he had slowly come to learn that you were a creature of habit.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when he'd realized it, just that it sort of seeped into his way of life until he simply couldn’t deny it.

Maybe it was in the way you tidied the kitchen after meals. He chucked the dishes and silverware into wherever they fit. You took the time to sort them out, like you actually cared about this shithole.

Or maybe in the way you liked to organize his books alphabetically. Sometimes by title, sometimes by author. Oh yes, he noticed. He may be messy, but that didn't mean he didn't have a system in place. One that you'd completely ruined, by the way, but he found himself oddly... charmed more than anything else.

Or it could just be the little quirks he came to notice over time. The way you tilted your head when you were deep in thought. How you shifted your feet when you were uncertain. The soft hum when you were making a decision.

You were predictable. Maybe that was boring to most people, but in his wayward lifestyle, it was almost... comforting.

He knocked on your door again, more firmly this time. You probably wanted your cloak.

When you didn't answer, he glanced down at the doorknob. It was a boundary that had been crossed once— and only once. It had been an emergency. You were sick. He slipped in food and water. Both of you agreed to stop locking your doors after that incident, but that was still as far as he'd ever gone in your room.

This wasn't so much an emergency, but it bothered him. He figured it'd bother you too. And knowing you, you wouldn't mind terribly as long as he kept his presence at a minimum.

He opened the door to your room, and it was probably half way open when he found himself staring at your masked face.

"The fuck?" He jerked back, heart in his throat. After taking a moment to let it settle, he shot you a glare. "By the Lunar God's scars, why are you just standing there?"

But you could hardly explain, having doubled over in laughter at the sight of him. It was such a stupid sound —this whole situation was stupid— but it had his stomach doing somersaults.

His anatomy was so fucked.

"Oh hells," you giggled, hardly able to speak through the bouts of chuckles. "I-I can't believe you fell for it.” “Explain.” He fought to keep his voice flat, steady. “Griff and I bet 20 coin that you mother people when given the chance to,” you managed to get out while definitely wearing a shit-eating grin. “I was just wondering how far you'd go."

"You set me up." He was in near disbelief.

"And you are a nagger." You stepped out and shut the door behind yourself, snagging the cloak from his hands. "I'm gonna go collect. Don't wait up, mum."

He watched as you wrapped the fabric around yourself snuggly, then disappeared through the front door. Slowly, he shook his head, but failed to stop the corners of his lips from twitching upwards.

Just when he thought he had you pinned, you were something else.

But he didn't dwell on that for long— he was too busy chasing you right out the door because, well, he wasn't just about to let you ruin his reputation.

[bixels]

The Piedra sisters.

Born and raised in a small mining town in New Mexico. Calida and María Molina have stayed behind to support their parents while Rosita and Madelina have gone off to pursue their dreams. Madelina recently obtained her Ph.D. in geology from Las Cruces College. Rosita works as a baking apprentice and entertainer in Ponyville, Nebraska. Madelina is the eldest, Calida the middle child, and Rosita and María Molina (non-identical) twins.

[donelywell]

They then spent the rest of the night talking about Hot Wheels modifications and the flavor Blue Raspberry. Until Tails fell asleep by accident and Sonic had to carry him to bed.

Swap AU belongs to @foolnamedjoey!

I love this au so much you have no idea.

[princeri0t]

I don't know how his face can simultaneously be the hardest yet easiest thing to draw, someone kill me

[foolsocracy]

he forgot about UV

[deeva-arud]

A considerable amount of makeup was used to cover Deeva's freckles and face marks, and Cater also had to use magic to make her clothes his size. They did this as a joke, but they sure were committed to it! 💪

Original style swap challenge by @ashipiko ! (see her post here!!) If anyone wants to give it a try, go ahead, it's really fun!!! <3

[invinciblerodent]

who wants a slightly larger, sharpened version of this shot that I have been staring at for the last 15-20 minutes with absolute hearts in my eyes

(it made the clothing a tiny bit janky but there's only so much photoshop can do for me at this point, i want to be staring into his pores)

[sweeneydino]

Run bro

[dizzybevvie]

You're the sunflower/I think your love would be too much

[lavender-rroses]

//JRWI RIPTIDE SPOILERS

talk to us

[solargeist]

i wanna redesign Watcher Mum chat what do we Think

[lotus-pear]

akai art for beloved tumblr mutual @itotypes <33 (it's a bsd x atla au btw if anyone wants to check it out.. although i wouldn't recommend it for the weak hearted)

fic name: akai || author: @/itotypes on ao3

[moralcandy]

drew a kanaya with one of @/calware's colour palettes :D

[noxious-fennec]

"الخيل و الليل و البيداء تعرفني ... والسيف و الرمح و القرطاس و القلم" ، المتنبي

Translation: "the stallions, the night and the wasteland know me ... and the sword, the arrow, the parchment, and the pen", Al-Mutanabbi

A tribute of sorts to a man of many attributes.

[passionpeachy]

Almost every tattoo I want includes tattooing my chest and apparently that's a very painful spot.....perhaps I'm destined to be a plain jane forever (never dyed my hair, no tattoos, only ears pierced)

[ninjasmudge]

when i first listened to grad my hc for argo was pretty tall and lanky so when fitzroy grew i thought it would be REALLY funny if argo was still a couple inches taller than him. he slouches so much that you dont even notice to start with tho