#i went v soft

[kiigan]

settling dust prompts @bladedhunter/Sasuke requested: [ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

ㅤStop overreacting is at the very tip of his tongue, so ready to come out, but it doesn't - only because Itachi is well aware he has absolutely no moral ground to support such words. One, because how many times has he fussed over his little brother before, for something as simple as a paper cut or wet hair after running in the rain? And, two... because, had the roles been reversed, he would definitely have been panicking as much as Sasuke currently is.

ㅤIn his defense, being found unconscious after a coughing fit that left the lower half of his face coated in fresh blood is kind-of par for the course, at this point - the difference being, it is Sasuke's first time being the one to encounter such an unfortunate scenario. And it is one thing to be aware that your big brother, whom you've finally made peace with, has been ill for years and nearly died from it, and it is another completely different thing to see it happen in real time, Itachi supposes.

ㅤAs much as he supposes Sasuke did all the work by himself of carrying him to bed and hasn't contacted anybody about it yet, from the looks of it. Which is good, because there's no need to trouble the hospital staff about something so trivial. On the other hand, there's now damage control to be done, before this same Sasuke ends up hyperventilating for good. So, after being pushed down for the second time in about thirty seconds, Itachi goes for a different approach - holding his arms open for his little brother as much as the position allows for, sheepish smile on his face.

«Hugs first? You can scold me properly after.»

[vigilskeep]

Yeah the differences in the Act 1 conversation with Anders are crazy! I couldnt believe it when I played a second time. When playing f!hawke the WAY WAY better dialogue is if you let him hit on you first by picking the diplomatic nice option instead of the flirt. That's the "kind, wise, and beautiful? You must have made a deal with some demons yourself." - ANDERS PLS

the way he says don’t flirt with me i’ll only hurt you to fhawke and then literally can flirt with you if you don’t flirt with him is SO embarrassing. can’t take him anywhere genuinely

[mysticcomfort]

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Wow I love asshole gay people (things have ALIGNED in the ASTRAL PLANE and Pav is WATCHING SOMETHING?? 🤯)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[a-pirate]

Some ancient (2021) pics of Ven I just rediscovered and still love. I was learning how to take advantage of photo mode's look-at-camera.

[seiwas]

the healing and purest form of comfort that you feel when you’re reunited with your best friend—when you just feel fully yourself, like everything’s gonna be okay >>

[babyitsmagic]

@heartfullofxfright sent: 001, a convenience store past midnight. surprise me but with college daze ???

he genuinely doesn't remember the last time he's done something like this. probably during grad school, which wasn't all that long ago and also feels like lifetimes.

"you're a bad influence on me," he teases, but he's not mad about it. it's nearly two am and he's out of ice-cream and when jasey half-joked they should just go get some, he'd thought 'why not?' and now here they are. "okay, what do you want? they've only got like five flavors. ...i'm taking the last pint of phish food but i am willing to share."

[kiwiwyrm]

It's 1:30am and Im overwhelmed by feelings that I dont have the brainpower to explain but the fact that Johnny names his horse Slow Dancer makes me go softly insane in a gentle n warm way

[prijune]

Telepathy📺

[abrushwithdeath]

“ ’m gonna marry you one day. ”

@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats

The quiet had settled in a couple minutes ago- comfortable, familiar. Just the sound of her breathing falling into synch with his, his heartbeat playing a slow rhythm against her ear. She knew they couldn't stay like this all night. She didn't want to risk falling asleep too close to him, let his skin touch hers. But she could stay here, resting against his chest, just a few minutes longer, she told herself. Indulge for a bit. Though the way his fingers carded through her hair was dangerous, a soundless lullaby. Soothing in a way little else was. What she wouldn't give to be allowed to fall asleep like this. To wake up in the morning tangled up in him. She thought, too often, of a future like that. With slow, soft, kisses, her hands against his chest, following the line of his jaw with her lips. She wondered how often he thought of it, too. If it taunted him in his dreams the way it did her. Then again, Remy had always been more hopeful than her about her ability to earn control of her powers. Maybe it didn't seem so out of reach to him as it did to her.

She was on the edge of sleep when his words found her. So close, in fact, that for a second she thought she had dreamt them. But when she looked up at him, saw that look in his eyes, she knew it hadn't just been in her head.

She was quiet in the moment that followed, letting the warmth of his words settle over her, gazing back into his eyes. Those dark, beautiful, strange, eyes. Did he know just how much she loved him? How often she thought about exactly what he'd just said- a life with him. Marriage. Kids. Everything she still wasn't sure she could ever have. "Ya promise?" She finally asked, the words a whisper, gloved fingers reaching up to brush against his cheek. Whatever his answer, she wouldn't hold him to it. Midnight devotions like these weren't always meant to be kept. But she could hope, couldn't she?

[nightmarecountry-a]

“You wouldn’t hurt me. You can’t.” - Dream

The Corinthian's knives are out, both of them, like that's any defense against the being that created them in the first place. He remembers the slick stab of one of them through Dream's palm: the blood, the glory of it, before things fell apart. For that single shining moment he had felt like a god.

Now, he mostly feels trapped.

"You think so?" Its smile is a feral, cornered-dog baring of teeth. "I've done it before, I can do it again."

It's a bluff, of course, the same way You don't think dreams can die let's find out was a bluff; the same way I won't go willingly was a bluff. Only now there's no vortex, and the Dreaming is stronger than it's been in eons.

The Corinthian feels very, very small, like a speck of dust under the greatest sun--

--and angrier than he's ever been. He backs further away, towards the fractured door to Madness, where the only friend he has waits for him.

"Delirium asked for me. I'm going."

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

So im gonna start going by Riley

Been thinking it over for a couple weeks and it feels right. Like I've never been a fan of my legal name. Its never felt like me. Also my synesthesia gives some words a texture and for some reason Olivia has an AWFUL texture. And its almost physically painful to say it out loud and it always has been. Hearing other people say it isn't as bad but it still makes my ears tingle a bit so its not pleasant. Olive doesn't have the same feel so I was alright using that for a while but its still never felt like me.

And I tried to think of a new name for myself as a kid but I still thought I was supposed to be a girl back then so I was trying to come up with girls names and none of those ever felt right either.

But Riley's more gender neutral. And ive always liked the name Riley. Ive never wanted kids but I always thought that if I had a kid I'd name them Riley. And then I was trying to think of a new name for myself again and I was like "....I have absolutely no interest in having kids. Why don't I just...name myself Riley."

Like why save it for a kid thats not likely to ever exist, right?

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​​​​ asked: ❛   CHEST .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .   (from pantalone)

loud & deafening silence prompts: ACCEPTING ❛   CHEST .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest . 

   Red eyes as vivid as DYING SUNSET peek open when he feels the bed dip upon additional weight joining him. Him, and about FIFTY THOUSAND PILLOWS, he unfortunately notes with defeat. Who NEEDED that many? (Pantalone, evidently, unless the Doctor wished to sleep on the floor AND listen to a forty-five minute rant MINIMUM. He’d been both impressed and horrified at the fact someone could rant so long about mere pillows.) But such thoughts are QUICKLY dismissed and shoveled aside in favor of allowing PERSPICACIOUS eyes to follow the ninth until he feels the weight against his chest as the other made himself comfortable on obnociously expensive silks and fabric.

   He wonders if Pantalone ever felt any FEAR when he’d first been bold enough to commit to  such an act. It hadn’t SHOWN if he had, predictably. But he wonders. Dottore WOULDN’T do anything, but the fact remains he COULD. He could do MANY things. A thought that had slithered into his mind in the past but just as easily had  moved elsewhere to find better thoughts to feast upon.

   Dottore’s hand LIFTS to gently rest upon soft strands of black hair infused with silvery threads like moonlight filled hair, slowly allowing his fingers to RUN through it. It is a scene many would think LUDICROUS. DOTTORE would have thought it ludicrous as well if someone had told him such a thing would be in his future. He’d have sneered and SCOFFED at them in ridicule. But everything NOW says otherwise to this FLIPPANT attitude. The warmth that bleeds from another body, the hands so full of CRUELTY and blood that now touched with DELICACY. He was a MONSTER that laid docile more often than NOT for a single soul. 

   It was infuriating to know that was the case. It was ALL Pantalone’s fault, so of course it’d be infuriating. (He didn’t say this, of course, but already he could picture the SMUG SMILE on the banker’s face if he ever found out.)

   “  You’re not going to fall asleep without saying goodnight, are you dear Regrator? Now who has bad manners?  “  Dottore teases the other knowing FULL WELL that his fingers gently coaxing out points of stress are NOT helping the matter. But for all his crimes, Dottore DID know exactly what to do to help ease away the struggles of a long day. 

   Dottore’s head lazily lolls back to BARE the vulnerable skin of his THROAT more in the candlelight as he relaxes against the mountain of pillows. ABSURD. That truly was what this all was. But perhaps some absurdity wasn’t bad to have. A STRUGGLE ensures to not allow the yawn that threatens to spill out to escape, additional warmth making sleep all the more ENTICING. Fingers FREE themselves from silky locks as his arms gently wrap around Pantalone loosely. Closer to send a message and BOUND, but not so much that the act was was SUFFOCATING or RESTRICTING.

   “  Sleep. You need it. Doctor’s orders. I’ll make sure the candles are extinguished.  “  A point emphasized when he turns his heead and blows out the candle NEAREST to them to allow the darkness to SEEP further into the room and make sleeping easier. Whether DOTTORE would sleep was another matter that no one save he himself need to fret about. Although given the atmosphere, it did not seem UNREASONABLE that he would actually be allowed past Sleep’s iron gates to be granted a brief time of slumber. But if not- Dottore’s eyes flick DOWN to study Pantalone’s features, how the faint remaining light casts shadows to dance upon his flawless features, he did not MIND so much tonight.

[daandov]

∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . // How about a spell of calm before they return back to the tumult around them.......

despite the party around them , she'd become a near sentry. perched on the boulder behind their friendly vampire's tent , crimson eyes never left the childish activity off past the small creek by their camp. they climbed , clambered and scuttled amongst the small ruin and the dovahkiin kept careful eye for any predator ( mortal , animal or otherwise ) that may broach what she deemed a comfortable distance. certainly not celebratory activity , but with notebook in lap and distant soft squeals and laughs that punctuated their glee amongst the bards melodies after days of uncertainty , it would've been enough for her.

gale's invitation comes from the ground below and despite herself , valvari smiles. momentarily resists the girl inside who once begged for his attention. then silently decides that there were enough adults hovering by the creek that she could sacrifice a few self-indulgent moments to herself. it's with practiced ease that she slips down ( maybe a perceptible ear would've heard a whispered word , maybe a perceptible eye would seen the faintest shimmer to her skin flash for a second ) and lands back onto his level. " whisk me away , magical man. " just like you used to.

hand in hand they wander , eyes peeled for a perfect spot. a private spot. and even though they're fully grown , settled deep in the autumns of their lives , the light breeze off of the ocean waves feels suddenly like spring again.

they're giggling together off of the fumes of their wine as if they were tucking themselves away to conduct mischief. once their feet sank into the sand of the beach , the tiefling feels herself pulled in close to him in a respectable swaying. hands lift to meet , intertwining , her back is supported , and in moments only the soft lapping of the waves against the shore plays their tune. you could've fooled them if you said the party was still only yards away. you could've fooled her , as she looked into the aged-oak of his eyes , that fate had ripped them apart at any point. this was how it always should've been. feeling his heartbeat against hers , sharing the same air. " keep this up. . . " breathed into the space between them , valvari silently scolds herself for giving into fantasy. " . . . and you'll be getting invitations to the galas dad throws every month. i can hardly stand weathering them alone anymore. not when i know i could share my misery with you. "