#its 2am rn...

[circusinarun]

You don't have to wait for Friday to be flat fuck

[prince-ically]

So. A THING I noticed about Legends ZA.

I've immediely fallen in love with the designs for the girl rival and protag, yeah? So I've taken a bunch of screenshots so I can, y'know, Draw Them.

And.

They're the same fucking person.

The eyes, the bangs, even the hair swoop at the back. Their designs are THE SAME other than outfit and colouration. So I've gone and doublechecked the male rival and protag and? SAME THING

Same little hair swoop and eyeshape. Wonder if theres a lore reason or???

[slavhew]

getting to know these mugs

[applestruda]

Hermittober Day 2 - Time

[brain-rot-hour]

Is okay bby. She's coming back 🥺

[mmmelodramatic]

i cant even explain how long this took... i'm super proud of how shiny he looks tho😋

heres some doodles i made right after i finished his design. Hc that Apollo and Helios have a father son relationship 🙏🙏

[xieliancore]

a redraw of that panel bc akutagawa deserved better

[kortac-sweetheart]

it's hot. it's way, waaaay too hot to be normal. you feel like you're dying. sure in reality it might be hyperbole but that's sure what it feels like. is this how it's supposed to be? god, this is terrible.

you don't even have the strength to open your eyes, limbs leaden and throat dry. someone's running a hand over your face... it's cool. a welcome relief from the heat no matter how fleeting.

"the first is always the most intense...poor thing..." keegan can only shake his head, sighing as he stands to fetch a cold compress. logan is left alone with you, sat on the far edge of the bed in fear of worsening your heat. his eyes flicker worriedly between you and keegan, wringing his hands anxiously.

"you sure they'll be fine?" it seems like keegan is only able to sigh today.

"positive. never seen one this intense though. but the only thing we can do is monitor them and wait it out unfortunately."

at that moment you cry out in pain, writhing on the bed and it hurts them, feeling like they got stabbed in the heart.

keegan kneels besides where you lie on the bed, grasping your weak hand in his and keeping his voice low.

"shhh, sugar. it's ok... you're gonna be alright. tell us what you need if you can.." he gently tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind you ear, hand moving to hold your weak one. he's worriedly chewing on his lips, and logan has never seen him like this before.

it's... scary. yes, it's scary seeing keegan so worried. he always had things under control and to see him now, it's unsettling.

he's snapped out of his reverie when you cry, barely even able to form words.

"a--alpha.. lo-- (pant) logan..." your face scrunches up in pain again as another wave of searing heat washes over you. they give each other a confused look for a second, you were in absolutely no physical condition to do anything remotely intimate.

"what do you need from him sweetheart? go on, tell him." he urges you further, and it's like logan's body moves on it's own, now sat next to you instead of the bed's edge.

"(pant) hold-- hold me... please..?" you barely manage to wrench your eyelids open to look at him. or rather, what you think is him. everything's blurry and fuzzy around the edges, and only a second passes before they're closed again.

as if he could deny you of such a thing.

he moves on instinct, lying down on his side next to you and pulling you in. he gently maneuvers your head to rest on his bicep, face buried in his neck and right near his scent gland.

(your skin is nearly searing him through his clothes, but he'll endure anything for you.)

his other arm holds your back, anchoring you to him and as his legs intertwine with yours it's like you can finally breath again. your tense muscles relax, ache bleeding from your body as you breath him in.

he smells like dewy cool night air, the kind that lingers after a particularly intense rain shower. there's also the scent of freshly laundered linen, there's no particular detergent smell but it still smells clean, an almost papery quality to it. also that kiss of oakmoss and leather, the kind that's worn-- it brings a little earthy goodness to his scent. and to top it off, there's always a sort of gunpowder smell clinging to him. whether it's actually a part of his scent, or it's permanently rubbed off on him from work you'll never know.

his scent lessens the burden of your heat, skin once burning hot to the touch now merely warm. logan sighs, a relieved one this time.

the hand on your back slowly creeps up to pet your head, his heart clenching happily as you sweetly lean into his touch.

"feel a little better, hm? that's good, you're doing good, sweetness." logan can't resist the urge to coo at you, carding a hand through your still sweaty locks. you take a moment to nuzzle into him a little before turning your attention to keegan.

the edges of his silhouette are still a little fuzzy, but the concern is still clear as day on his handsome face.

"doin' better sweetheart? need anything else? i'll fetch it for you." he's already halfway off the bed before you can answer him.

"no-- no, just... can you hold me, too? please, keegan?" that little "please, keegan?" has him falling for you all over again (quite literally), nearly uncharacteristically tripping over his feet to hold you.

in an instant he's also laying on his side, right behind you; chest pressed to your back, and his leg on top of yours' and logan's. his arm wraps around you and logan, pulling the two of you closer as he nuzzles into the back of your head.

you relax even further when you smell keegan's scent.

he smells like ripe, late summer blackberries. sugary, saccharine, and juicy ones macerated with fresh bundles of rosemary and english lavender. there's also a cool refreshing quality, like a cup of sweetened southern ice tea after a long day. and to top it all of with a bouquet of sweet german chamomile and a grounding kiss of myrrh.

his scent feels like it seeps into your bones, replacing that accursed heat with a mentholated touch. your head tilts back a little and bumps into keegan's shoulder, all too eager to smell more of that addicting sugary blackberry scent you've come to adore. it pulls a chuckle from the both of them.

"now now, slow down there sweet thing. you'll get a crick in your neck if you keep that up. you can smell more of me later--just rest up for now, alright?" keegan's palm leaves logan's back to firmly rub up and down your arm, shoulder to elbow, over and over again.

you want to whine, but ultimately he's right (like always), so you huff, settling down sandwiched comfortably between them.

"will do... (yawwwwn) g'night logan... g'night keegs...love..you" sleepily nuzzling your face into logan's chest once more before your breathing evens out.

"good night, sugar."

"night, sweetheart."

"we love you too."

they know you can't hear them, but they say it anyway.

[draagu]

@kolawy's quill!

[silverskye13]

I’d love more Tango and Helsknight interactions, but it’s so hard to pick a line! There’s too many with great potential!! Umm how about “you didn’t have to take that hit for me” or “looks like I’ve got myself a really good nurse” :3

In which there are demons.

[sarchasmmm]

LISTEN-

[anzuhan]

[gradelstuff]

I tried making a textless version of this alternative mva title page cover

[spades7777]

so uh. i also enjoyed episode 39 a normal amount.

[mitskikissme]

My very rushed love letter to @rowdyknives fanfic what it means to love her. hes such a talented writer no jokeee

[synthshenanigans]

we cant have that "do you think people are gonna name their kids after fandom names?" post/joke like what tf am i gonna do? Name a child "brain"??

like ah yea, "meet my kids "ode" & "cog" theyre twins ❤️"