#i want him to hit me into a wall

[mossmurdock]

knight!suguru with his shining armour and even kinder demeanour. gentleman of all gentlemen and respected. a little more than mysterious looking when he dawns his helmet and turns his back to you, but it isnt something anyone mentions.

he leaves a good first impression, yet, after longer conversation, he leaves most wondering and with the taste of something odd at the tips of their lips.

everyone will see the sword resting on his hip, comfortable and often using the hilt as a resting place for his hands. he rarely shows it off; but when he does, people gawk and gasp at the pure look of it. the thing is nearly innocent, perfectly made and maintained, it returns such a sparkling reflection that it would be hard to imagine the face of an enemy branded into the blade. but of course, that would be a ridiculous thought, knights never fought with their hands so it must be used.

but you would be wrong. because when you send yourself into the woods in hunt of some pillaging monster and find that you’ve been beaten to the chase, you’ll find him fighting with his hands: bare and fisted and bloodied. his sword will be unsheathed and your eyes will collide just as he punches through the monster’s chest and sends it flying.

there’s something so vulgar about it all, perhaps even a little scandalous. your knees almost feel like giving out once you see the monster doesnt get up after the blow. but your stomach truly drops when you see that the knight in bloodied armour is approaching you with a polite smile plastered on his face.

[mobius-m-mobius]

It's a pretty cool name.

Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere

[imthursdaysyme]

Sleepover shenanigans

[electric-plants]

i love cyno so so much it is actually indescribable but GOD building him is a nightmare for me i look at him and i’m like yeah all the numbers and stats look decent enough he should do great🥰 but then i test him and getting this man to hit anything above ~20k is somehow just IMPOSSIBLE for me

[skullsandcorals]

How I've Been Feeling About Aryan's Grover:

[snipersfucker]

MIRAGE ON A LEASH????????

[lesbiradshaw]

“Theo and Liam turn back to see Gabe aiming his assault rifle at them, causing Theo to waste no time putting his arm around Liam's shoulders and thrusting them both forward as fast as he can so they can duck.”

really gives “you’re going first” a new meaning doesn’t it.

[repmet]

Still can't get over how Arthur knew there was a traitor in S4, narrowed it down to Agravaine or Gaius, cleared Gaius completely then went 'damn guess we have no more leads :/'

[aria0fgold]

A confession of wishes for a future without you.

Ren sat up from the bed, he couldn't sleep. He's been lying down for hours now, eyes closed even, and yet he still couldn't find his own sleep. Morgana laid beside him, sound asleep. He carefully got up, so as to not disturb him. Making sure to walk quietly in his room while looking for something, anything to help him sleep. A book, a distraction, whatever it is that he can find. So he began his search and not even a minute later, stumbled upon a box. One far too familiar that he froze when he saw it. How many months had it been since he had that box now? He doesn't know, didn't want to keep track of that time, didn't even want to think about anything in regards to it at all.

A small black box with intricate designs painted in red, it wasn't locked, in fact, it can easily be opened. But Ren never did open it. He didn't want to, he didn't want to know what's inside it, didn't want to face the reality that Kaito— that he— that his friend is… He wanted to bathe in the pool of lies he made for himself, that Kaito's sudden disappearance isn't too much of a big deal, that someday, maybe just maybe, he'll come back again. He continued to lie to himself like that, ever since Kaito disappeared.

Perhaps, it's time to face reality once more.

Ren took a deep breath, opening and closing his hand in an effort to steady its trembling, in an effort to gather enough courage to open the box he had been avoiding ever since he first saw it, days after he lost all contact with Kaito. It was hidden underneath the bed, Ren moved it somewhere else, farther from him yet in its own safe place. Just like what he wished and hoped for Kaito as well, far from him yet safe. So he kept wishing, over and over again.

Please be safe, please be safe, please be safe.

That's how wishes work, right? To think it three times, say it thrice, and believe with all your heart for it to be real. So he held onto that hope. No matter how small it was, he held onto it like a precious gem nestled within his palm, threatening to shatter at the slightest jolt.

Ren took a few more deep breaths, until finally, he reached for the box and lifted its lid. In it was a letter, white with a blue ribbon, and a monocle beside it. Ren can feel the gears in his brain coming to a halt, slowly… slowly… it'd freeze in time, but not now, not yet. Mechanically, Ren stood up and walked towards the bed, he sat by the edge, near the window to put an arm on, to lean his body on. For support maybe, for a hope perhaps, that once he's finished reading the letter. Kaito would appear in his white suit with his cape flowing in the wind, the magician in the moonlight.

That's what this is, isn't it? A confession of secrets. He had an idea about it, infamous internationally wanted criminal, Kaito KID was Kaito Kuroba's other identity. He had a feeling that was the case but never pursued the thought, it'd be unfair, won't it? For Ren to intrude into Kaito's secret when he has his own secrets to hide. So it'd just be fair, to not know. To pretend to not know anything. To pretend that the thief he saw on the rooftop that day isn't someone he knows even though he's so painfully aware of it. It's only fair that way.

Ren took another deep breath, swallowing hard as he prepared to open the letter, setting aside the box with the monocle still inside by the window sill.

His heart skips a beat at the sight of his name, written by Kaito's hand.

“Dear Renren,” it starts, “How are you? Knowing you, you probably didn't open this letter until months had passed, I bet! ”

Ren quietly chuckled at that, he was right. Kaito was always too good at reading people. “That's alright though, I won't blame you because I'm such a gentleman,” A small face was drawn there, it looked like Kaito smirking at him, how cute. “I'm sure you've already seen the other item in the box, it was right on top of the letter you're reading now after all! ” He drew a monocle then. Ren held his breath as he read through the next passage.

“What I'm about to tell you, is a confession of a secret! You can't tell anyone about this! This is our own little secret.” A winking Kaito was drawn there, adorable. Ren giggled as he whispered to the wind, to himself, and to the Kaito that wrote the letter.

I promise.

“I'm Kaito KID.” Party poppers were drawn on both sides of that phrase, confetti doodled around it, he really was adorable… “Although… I had a feeling you already knew about this.”

He really was good at reading people.

“It's so anti-climactic doing this on paper too. I wish I could tell you in person instead, I'd love to see your reaction.”

Ren's breath hitched then. His mind slowly drawing a blank, please be safe, please be safe, please be safe. He repeated in his head. Like a chant, a good luck charm, filled with the hope burning his chest, threatening to explode.

“Renren… I know this is kinda cliche but by the time you're reading this, I probably didn't make it after all.”

Ren gripped the paper tightly then, and immediately let go. He shouldn't… ruin Kaito's letter. There was… there was still more to read through… A prank, maybe, a mistake perhaps, please let this be a nightmare he can wake up from. Ren took a deep breath, gathering himself to continue reading once more.

“Hey, Renren, I may not be there while you're reading this but I can tell you're sad right now! Come on, turn that frown upside down! You know I don't like seeing you sad, right…?

…I'm sorry.”

Ren inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the urge to cry growing deep inside him, like a dam waiting to burst, a pipe waiting to break, a heart waiting to shatter. It took him a moment to continue reading it.

“I know, I know... there's a lot of questions you want to ask right? And I… I don't think I can answer any of it, after all...

Hey, Renren… How about a magic trick? It'd be hard to pull this off in a letter but here! ” In the next part, four cards were drawn face down, or rather, drawings of four small face down cards were partly glued to the paper, a small tape keeping it shut. “Pick one!”

Ren reached for the second card, carefully peeling off the tape, behind it revealed an 'Ace of Hearts'. Ren bit his lip then, to stop it from trembling.

“Hehehe, You chose the second card, didn't you? And no! Before you start thinking, 'it doesn't matter what card I pick, all of them is the same.' Well, then mister! You can open the other cards to double check it! I assure you that they aren't all the same! ”

And so Ren did. He carefully peeled off the tape from the rest of the cards.

The first card revealed an “I”

The third card revealed a “You”

The fourth card revealed a “Forever”

The last card, was stained with a droplet.

The droplet, was accompanied by another then.

Ren couldn't stop himself anymore. He put the letter on the window sill, slowly, carefully, with a trembling hand, he reached for the box, brought it on top the letter as weight. He reached inside it, for the monocle for him to hold, to steady his trembling hands. Ren sobbed, quietly, soundlessly, he cried in silence so as to not disturb anyone.

“…Ren?”

But that was all in vain at the sound of Morgana's voice.

“Are you… crying?! What happened?! What's wrong?!” Morgana shot upright at the realization, immediately running to Ren's side. Ren couldn't really answer him even if he wanted to, so Morgana looked around for answers. He didn't need to look far.

He stared at the box, at the letter, and at the monocle Ren was clutching. It was enough.

“…Oh.” Morgana's ears drooped and twitched, he didn't quite know what to do, Ren's cries makes his heart ache, he wanted to comfort him but how? Grief isn't so easily comforted. After thinking awhile, Morgana settled upon sitting beside Ren. “I'm… I'm here for you, okay?”

Ren couldn't answer still, but he was grateful for it. Grateful for Morgana, grateful that there's someone there for him while his world was breaking. Kaito was so unfair… selfish…

. . .

Seconds passed, and then minutes, Morgana had found where the tissue box is and moved it near Ren, he had found a water bottle nearby too, placing it just beside the tissue box. Minutes passed, and then hours. The empty trash can that Morgana moved near Ren as well now contained tissues, the water bottle that was once full was nearly empty. And the quiet cries that filled the room turned into quiet sobs.

Morgana rubbed Ren's back with his paw, in hopes of comforting him further. Until finally, Ren calmed down. Enough to take deep breaths to compose himself.

“…Thanks…” He whispered, voice hoarse.

“Mn… How are you feeling now?”

“…Tired.” Ren glanced at the letter.

“Why don't you wait until tomorrow to continue reading it?” Worry was evident in Morgana's voice.

He should, he really should just wait a bit before reading again, that fit of crying made him tired enough to want to sleep already but… He wanted to finish reading it tonight.

Ren gazed out the window, he stared at the sky, as dark as it was that faithful night. He stared at the stars flickering on and off, he remembered the split second he saw the stars reflected in the eyes of that magician as he turned to face them. He stared at the moon, peeking through the buildings, it was a full moon, much like that night. The view of the moon behind a mysterious magician donned in a white suit and top hat with a cape flowing behind him. It was a magical sight that Ren will remember no matter how much time has passed.

Ren took a shaky breath. He reached for the letter, the monocle in the other hand.

“I'm sorry…” Ren's eyes stung, “I deserved to be yelled at right now, you can call me unfair, and selfish, and stupid! You can shout it to the sky, I'll be sure to hear it. But Renren…

Ren. I wanted to tell you how I felt, because I doubt I'd have a chance to say it to you if not now. I'm sorry, maybe I should've told you about it before… this. But then I think, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for hurting you way more than how you're hurting now, all because of me. Just know that, I love you, and I want the best for you, even if I'm not around you anymore, even if I'm not there anymore. I'll always love you forever and ever! All the times we spent together were the most precious memories I have… Well, had.

Hey, Renren… Promise me you'll find someone else to make you happy, alright? Someone, something, anything! I want you to be happy. You better be looking up at the night sky with a smile! I'll be sure to see it.

I love you, Ren.”

[lesbiansanemi]

I am so fucking sick of living with my roommate and his fuck ass boyfriend. Also watching my roommate burn every single one of his (already rather minimal, I might add) bridges for this guy is also kind of painful but also his relationship with me is one of said bridges so I'm almost past the point of even feeling bad for him lmao

[ibrithir-was-here]

Very silly Dreamling Modern/ Human AU I came up with out of the blue, somewhat based on my own experiences working at a mall (only sadly minus the romance parts xD)

Dream is the owner of a used bookstore down at the far end of the mall where not a lot of people come anymore, but he doesnt mind as it keeps the bookstore calm and quiet and chill, which he really appreciates after the stress of his last job (something about Burgess here? Stole/bought out Dream's old boosktore location that was its own building?)

At least its quiet until the DnD/RPG shop owned by Hob Gadling opens up right next store and Dream has to listen to kids screaming through the walls each day

Dream is less than enthused about his new neighbor at first but of course they meet cute when one or the other wanders into the others store to say hello/complain about the noise

And of course Hob would like books and Dream would end up loving DnD and they start falling in love

For conflict they have to deal with scheming Thessaly who runs the crystal stall in the downstairs hallway, Burgess coming back to try and buy out the mall cuz its starting to lose business cuz the economy sucks and the boiler breaking and floods Dreams store (this happened to us once :/) and he almost gives up then

But happy ending eventually due to their efforts and the mall is saved and they kiss xD

[mrcspectr]

Sometimes I think we forget the gravity of the choices Marc made for Steven. We say it and we write about it but we see it through the lens of an adult, from the perspective of a man who had a very specific understanding of his world and his place in it, however flawed that may have been. In his mind, his worth and what that means to him were set in stone, the only part of his identity that felt.. concrete. A man that carried his childhood like an anchor, letting it drag him down to a depth that no one could truly follow.

But what about the boys?

We see them as children for a very short amount of time, and we connect to that innocence because we were all children once. We were all naïve to the world before we were taught how to live in it. But there was no one to teach them how to share a life, a body, a place in that world. It was something they were forced to navigate together, but in tandem, somehow, alone.

How afraid Marc must have been, how his hurt grew into anger and a disobedience that explodes out from him, that drew more violence to him. That enraged Wendy and made her worse, made her a cruel specter still. How Steven must’ve stirred in the night, looking around to wonder where he was, what day it had been, why he didn’t recognize the posters on his wall or the toys on his floor. The way Marc would shrink back at his father’s expression, his concern and fear so clear-cut and raw each time he came to with a start, the sound of Steven’s voice still rattling against his skull until it ached.

All either one of them ever wanted was for someone to hold them close and tell them they were alright, that they were real and loved. Two boys, two brothers who shared the same life but knew nothing of each other. Backs pressed against a mirror, calling out to nothing but silence in return.

How many times did Steven believe he was only sleeping, watching this boy who looked just like him behave practically his opposite? How long was his list of questions, if only the next night they’d finally meet, in a different dream, and he got the chance to ask? How many times did Marc find himself beating his tiny fists against a mirror, reaching out without really knowing how, seeing a boy so familiar and wanting desperately, more than anything, just to be his friend?

[creeping-ghost]

i want scarab to declare me guilty of illegal transgressions and threaten me with cruel punishment by his clawed hand should the law not agree with his verdict

[mejomonster]

I say low key just because he hasn't done it but Really it's as intense an urge as anything our fang duobing wants

You just know the MORE li lianhua insists he shuts up, the more fang duobing wants to rail him until li lianhua is too absolutely blissed out to speak and shush him and talk back

In fact I'd say the only reason he hasn't Yet is 1 im not sure he realizes this partnership for life thing he desires includes himself having a crush 2 he certainly THINKS he's a gentleman (hes not he's a big hypocrite) and while freezing li lianhua in place, dragging him, stalking him, and declaring he's moving in and taking li lianhua as a life partner Period No Other options... I imagine he thinks it would be a bit rude to just kiss willy nilly (or rail). In his head the ideal route is probably: he stops abandoning me and accepting we are life partners (checked off where I'm at in ep 14), he lets us share a bed (half checked off, sick fang duobing does get li lianhuas bed), li lianhua is expressing interest (half a check, positive is he's now XiaoBao to li lianhua. Negative is li lianhua keeps telling him to shut up instead of Praising him and admiring his words <3), li lianhua touches him Back (the next time he grabs/rescues/catches li lianhua, not checked yet), and then finally: fang duobing goes for a romantic kiss with the positive signals, then carries li lianhua to their bed uvu. Then li lianhua is Never getting rid of him because That Close? Fang duobing is attaching at the hip unless it's investigation related separation. That close? He's going to go in for a kiss or more the next time that wily fox tries to trick him. That close? Even if his mom finds him he's claiming this old man is HIS and they can't separate and see li lianhua has to heal people thru the world so fang duobing simply CANNOT stay home, he's got to to and support his man! His man his excuse his anchor to the desired life he wants uvu etc. The instant fang duobing thinks li lianhua has said a genuine word of fuckinf praise fang duobing is going to press that they should share a bed, makeout, and then attempt to Risk it all to get li lianhua to praise him and stop teasing him ToT

[weirdfishy]

headcanon/AU where morpheus only went and visited hob bc hob dreamed of him — like death convinced him to go see him, but he didn’t know when he should go, and the longer he stewed the more he thought hob was probably done with him. but then hob unknowingly drew morpheus into his dream where they were talking and laughing like proper friends (or, alternatively, hob had morpheus pressed against a wall) so dream was like yay he doesn’t hate me let’s go visit him :)

[alwayshappyhoursomewhere]

Cup of China 2023 - Adam Siao Him Fa and Shoma Uno during the men’s victory ceremony