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[withbeautyandrage]

in honor of book 3 i’m reposting this commission i got ages ago by @mepheesto <3 chess but make it two bastards in love ♟️ i miss my oc hafsa so much

[lilas]

got tagged by @veeples and @losingface so here are my t/wc mcs!

Kai Matsui, he/him, Adam/Nate/LT

Innes Calimeris, they/them, Nat

Annie Caro, she/her, Farah

Jimothy Alexander aka Jax, he/him, Morgan

Jax is new and true to his ongoing trend of pulling partners who are way hotter and cooler than him.

@rickety-goose @coldshrugs @mepheesto your turn, if you want!

[s-ewell]

Thank you for the tag @losingface 💖

My TWC detectives, as they are for now!

Deena (she/her): Farah

Kaiya (she/her): Morgan

Theodore (Theo) (he/him): Ava

Gonnarenamemyoriginaldetectivejusthaventdecidedyet (she/they): Nate (also LT route on different saves hehe)

Tagging: @queerbrujas @brightpinkpeppercorn @mepheesto and anyone else who what's to do it! (also sorry if you already posted this and I didn't see 😭)

[syfynjavall]

tagged by @narrativefoiltrope​ to take this quiz for some ocs (thank you!!). i’m going to tag @magebastard​ @coldshrugs​ @bceky​ @rickety-goose​ @mepheesto​ @florvinhara​, and anyone else who would like to take this!

sophia laveau: violent devotion

everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. this world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. you want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realise they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. you want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. there’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. and what if they choose to walk away? didn’t i say this was violent devotion?

mickey o’connor: a knife called grief

you have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? you can run but not without them. you want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.you want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. you want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. because you know you’d do that for them.

riona lovelace: a story that ends in blood

the world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. you don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. they are yours. you will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

hermine: an undoing influence

can someone tell you what to do? you have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. if someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. you want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

[khiita]

✨ Anyone you wish (all of them would be ideal tbh I just want to hear about your babies)

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

anna i have so many ocs HDKSHDJ i'll try to be brief and i'll skip explanations cuz i feel like most r obvious !! 🥸

beybûn: the sun, pomegranates, embroidered cushions, sky blue, gold, red. (atoc)

chelon: oranges, gambling/cards/money, knives, the color orange, neons. (evenfall/attollo)

crystal: luxury, silks, embroidery, light purple, light blue, platinum, stars. (a6/swan song)

demelza: blood red, browns, roses, gloom. (myrk mire)

eratos: forests, sunlight through tree leaves, summer, browns, white. (soh/bc)

euridi: spring, forests in the night, entropy, hauntings, black, browns. (the nameless)

finn: hi-tech, oversized clothing, eye bags, injuries, greens, teal, blues. (fhr/gw/hadea)

fred: guitars, rainbows, wolves, the moon, black and white, blues. (evenfall/blood moon)

gabe: old money, family, sweaters, black cats, chess, greens. (twc)

hawke: general sluttiness, leather, motorcycles, arrows, black, red, green. (wts)

historia: books, research/knowledge, abandoned places and nature retaking them, greens, brown. (scout/tgr)

ivy: injuries, cowboys, succulents, rings, light blue, light pink, light yellow. (larkin/pfm)

javi: ruins, rings, moss on stone, open shirts, rabbits, dandelions, greens. (fog)

jisoo: pine trees, unexplained events, clean white sheets, homemade food, greens, browns. (fws)

jude: fast food, clutter, lipstick marks, plaid, museums, coffee, red. (twc/attollo)

kalypso: the sea, surfing, road trips, dyed hair, pastels, holo, neons. (speaker)

leigh: potions, fancy cloaks, old libraries, warm tea, owls, black, gold, brown, green. (myrk mire/the nameless)

luce: journals, fingers stained with ink, rats, round glasses, green, white. (twc)

mikael: the sea, the sky, seashells, sports, papayas, angels, the sunrise, teal, light blue, yellow. (olba)

neapolitan: photographs, eyes, warmth/comfort, wool, coffee, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. (bloomic)

neassa: braids, gold, wolves, swords, honey, poems, pressed flowers, red. (soh/blood moon)

olivia: faceless, blurry pictures, muted colors, broken mirrors, crows, black cats, rats, black and white. (soh/ofna)

rain: wolves, rainy nights, home, clouds, softness, rough but careful hands, blue, black, white. (exile)

rin: luxury, pianos, minimalism, unicorns, cats, heels, pink, black, white. (bc/180)

roxana: paintings, wooden mixing trays, horses, daggers, light pink, light brown, light blue. (tnp/exile)

sol: the sun, sunflowers, bees, baked goods, flower shops, concerts, yellow. (mb/wts)

syl: silver jewelry, leaves, wings, temples, fruits, light and dark brown. (fog)

taliesin: veils, spikes, storms, bones, tears, purples, red, black. (the abyssal/the passenger)

tomomi: worn journals, darkness, large hoods, hands, scars, black, white, jade. (tnp)

uma: magic, jesters, autumn, adventure, carnations, purple, yellow. (amr)

vance: hearth, moth eaten clothes, strong arms, soft hair, homemade food, yellows, beige. (myrk mire)

wanda: hearts, jackets, cakes, lingerie, overflowing closets, red, pink. (twc/mb)

yara: wisteria trees, eyes, origami, water, purple, white, black. (fog)

[homeformyheart]

As I said, 12 - "don't put me in this position" from that one angst prompt list i pointed you in dms, with whoever 👀👀👀

thank you @mepheesto for the request! this mayyyy still be too angsty for most peoples’ tastes (no happy ending). sorry in advance!

author’s note: i thought M would be a better fit for this scenario than N; i know i’m leaving a lot to the imagination but i wanted to keep these prompt fills relatively short. this takes place during the deep romance part of their relationship. hope you all enjoy! copyright: all characters, except the oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – mason x f!detective (ria knight) rating/warnings: 14+; major character death, angst based on/prompt: OTP angst prompts // 12. “Don’t put me in this position.” (in bold) word count: 1.3k summary: ria makes mason promise the unthinkable.

mason stood in front of the wrought-iron gates of the wayhaven cemetery, his thick boot-clad feet sinking in the mud as the remains of the summer storm danced on his freckled skin.

it wasn’t supposed to end this way.

she was supposed to be here, by his side.

not buried six feet below a mound of dirt.

she promised to come back to him.

not go somewhere he couldn’t follow.

she was supposed to live.

not die by his hand in his arms.

3 weeks earlier

ria reached for mason’s hand as she sat on a gurney in the small, sterile room with nothing but white walls and a small, beeping monitor on a side table.

“you nervous?” he asked, holding her hand tightly in his.

his grey eyes softened as he studied her, trying to memorize the exact blue of her eyes and the way her pale skin radiated warmth that seeped through his clothes.

the corner of her eyes seemed to lift in an attempt to put him at ease. she should be terrified, but for some reason, she was trying to reassure him. the thought made him frown.

“hey, i need you to promise me something,” she said quietly, wrapping her other hand around their intertwined ones.

“anything,” he murmured, leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“if something were to go wrong—”

“it won’t.”

he needed her to focus all her energy on surviving.

she tugged his hand toward her. “i know the risks and there is a chance. if something does go wrong and i am no longer in control of myself…if i go feral, i need to know that you’ll handle it.”

he just stared at her in disbelief. “that won’t happen.”

“mason. if i am not myself and am capable of hurting people, i need you to make the call, you understand? for the good of everyone. i wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.”

the pale blue of her eyes reminded him of the way seeing a sliver of blue on an overcast winter sky sometimes made the cold feel worse. the way the light reflected in them, waking his senses softly most mornings, now pierced his vision until the image of her blurred.

the frown on his face deepened and he pulled his hand away, tucking it into his pocket and reaching for a cigarette. “don’t put me in this position.”

“mason, i’m so sorry,” she said quietly, putting a palm to his cheek and turning his head toward her. “i hope you know how much i love you.”

he put the cigarette in his mouth and bit down hard, crushing the paper between his teeth until it disintegrated. the broken remains fell to the floor, the dark brown filling contrasting with the white tiled floor. the entire room was blinding and blurring.

“ria, i—”

a knock on the door, followed by agent chana peeking out from adam’s large stature drew their attention away from each other.

“ready? the agent who will perform the turning will be here shortly. you all can wait outside,” chana said sharply.

ria met adam’s piercing gaze, holding it for a full two seconds before he gave her a small nod. mason glanced back and forth between the two before adam left the room, the frown on his face deepening.

she slowly intertwined her fingers with his again and kissed the back of his hand.

“i won’t hurt you,” he said quickly, tightening his grip on her hand.

“i need you to keep me from hurting the ones i love. and i am sorry that by doing this, i am hurting you.”

he paused and looked at her for what would be the last time while she was human. how could she ever understand how losing her might destroy him?

his strength, stamina, and keen senses were of no use to him now. none of it would help keep her with him.

“come back to me. that’s an order,” he murmured, capturing her lips with his.

he focused on the feel of her lips, the taste of her contented sighs, and the warmth spreading throughout his body, memorizing every fiber that she seemed to touch before pulling back. he watched as the color of her eyes seemed to tremble before realizing that he was actually seeing the reflection of his own tormented grey ones.

“i don’t answer to you, sunshine,” she retorted cheekily.

mason ran his thumb over her cheek, feeling something unfamiliar lodge itself in the back of his throat. “please,” he whispered, his voice strangled and hoarse.

her eyes widened slightly. the word was as unfamiliar for her to hear as it was for him to say.

“i’ll try,” she said, squeezing his hand one more time before nudging him toward the door.

mason reluctantly left, looking over his shoulder back at her as agent chana began securing her to the bed, the gnawing pit in his stomach growing as he took in a rare expression of concern on adam’s face.

“what did she ask you to do?”

adam gave him a long, stoic glance before reaching into his pocket. mason already knew that it was a vial of dmb before adam had even removed it from his pants. he stared at the glass container, the color of the liquid inside confirming its purity and potency before meeting adam’s gaze again.

the feeling of dread in his stomach seemed to match the fear reflected in adam’s face. mason turned back to face the window to the room, hoping for once in his life that his instincts were wrong.

as promised, nate and felix kept rebecca as far away from the room and the process. they all knew things could go south and rebecca was better off only knowing the final result once it was all over.

despite her willingness and determination to turn, it seemed that ria had expected the worst to come true. it bothered him more than he wanted to admit that she hadn’t confided in him, even if it was because she knew he’d want her to call off the whole thing.

and as promised, adam and chana did their best to control the situation. the agency tried every known tactic to temper and lock away her feral side after she was turned. but the way she was turned, probably because of her mutated blood, was unlike anything the agency had ever seen before.

she was too strong, and it was all too much.

he watched as the woman he loved faded away a little more each day. every physical and psychic attempt to subdue her seemed to tear him apart inside tenfold.

after a week, he knew the blue-eyed person scratching and snarling at everything in sight was no longer the person he had hoped to spend eternity with.

so when the time came and the forms were handed to him, mason didn’t hesitate.

he signed the order and held on to her as tightly as he could during the procedure, despite her thrashing against him and the restraints. he held her for as long as he could even after her body stilled and her breathing had stopped.

he held on to her even when rebecca stormed in and cradled her child’s head in her hands, weeping hysterically for hours. his grip tightened even as adam and nate repeatedly murmured that he needed to let her go.

he knew they were right, at least, in that particular moment. funeral arrangements would have to be made and her body would need to be prepared. so, he let them take her body.

but he knew he’d spend the rest of his immortal life holding on to her.

from these OTP angst prompts (always accepting)

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[quietsphere]

Pssssst can I see more of your sidestep tell 'em I said hi

he’s not impressed, so I have to wave instead, hiiiii 👋

[lavampira]

Alright soo, 7, 23 and 69 (heh)

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 spotify wrapped playlist

ty anna!! #23 slapped me in the face because it's from the vtm bloodlines soundtrack but it's a whole goth bop

7. fantasy - vixx

23. isolated - chiasm

69 (😏). the red - chevelle

[amlovelies]

11 for the kiss prompts 👀

random kiss prompts

11. a nonchalant / uninterested kiss. 

sorry this too me so long @mepheesto 💙. Shout out to @roses-and-roo for helping me get over my writer’s block with this, don’t know what I’d do without you💕

Illuminated

pairing: Adam du Mortian/f!detective (Kira Kingston)

rating: light angst, but no real warnings

words: 2.3k 

read on ao3

         Adam could think of few things more irritating than a surprise party. Yet, some humans found them delightful. It hadn’t taken much for Office Poname to convince Farah that it was the best idea for Kira’s upcoming birthday. At the very least, the Unit’s involvement meant there would be no surprised the night of the event. He shudders to think how he might have reacted otherwise.

           She is still working on paperwork in her office when he finds her. Neat and orderly stacks of files cover her desk. Boxes filled with more paperwork lie in wait behind her. The descending sun has filled the room with golden light and she is illuminated in its glow.

           “Ah, Adam, I was wondering who they would send,” Kira says with a small smile as she glances up from the open file on her desk.

           He clears his throat in an attempted to find his voice. “I’m not sure I understand, detective.”

           “Let me guess. It was Farah’s idea for you to distract me until everyone is ready for me to arrive?”

           “Then you know?” He responds with a frown.

           “Of course, I do!” she says with a laugh. “I am a detective after all, and Tina is not known for her subtlety.”

           He nods, of course she knew. He shouldn’t be surprised at this point, but she continues to surprise him, to delight him, to draw him in. “I believe a half hour should be more than sufficient.”

           She nods expecting the answer. “Since you’re stuck here with me, and you're such a fan of paperwork, care to assist me with some filing? It can be your present to me.”

           She looks up at him with eyes wide and pleading. The effect is ruined a little by the smirk on her face.

           “I’d be happy to help, but only because it’s your birthday.” He responds with a smile of his own.

           They work in companionable silence for a few minutes before Kira begins humming. Adam resists the urge to comment on it. He’s made that mistake before, and he knows she will grow self-conscious and stop. He doesn’t want that.

           She excuses herself to freshen up, taking the music with her. From the bathroom he hears her humming turn to singing. He’s only been able to hear her singing voice a handful of times: her voice clear and beautiful in the early morning at her apartment, softer during the evening at the Warehouse, and with a joyful smile in her death trap of her car. Her voice was mesmerizing, dangerous, like a siren calling to him from across the sea. So much promise held within the melodies, so many things he knew better than to want. He is torn. Torn between wanting to stuff up his ears and wanting to memorize every note. Torn and paralyzed between two forces. The growing cavernous want within him fighting against the bitter knowledge that it is something he can never have.

           He has to take a steadying breath when she reenters the room. The familiar scent of her perfume almost overwhelms him. She wore it that night at the carnival. He would remember it anywhere. The scent of peony haunted him for weeks afterwards. Every time he had put on his coat he was hit with the memory of her head on his shoulder. He can remember the heat of her body and light of the fireworks reflected in her eyes. They’re rimmed with black tonight, their blue almost painful. She’s let her hair down so it falls in loose waves around her face. The top she has changed into is tighter, lower cut than her usual garb. Adam has to look away. He doesn’t trust his eyes to not linger, to not follow the paths his hands itch to trace.

           “Is everything okay Adam?” she asks crossing as she pulls on her jacket and wraps her arms around herself.

           “Of course, Detective, we should get going. It wouldn’t do to keep the party waiting.”

           “of course,” she says with a sigh. Without waiting for him she walks to the door of the precinct.

           The air is balmy. The heat of the summer day is dissipating, a cool evening breeze replacing it. The sun is almost over the horizon painting the sky in vivid pinks before fading to dusky purple. It takes Adam no effort to catch up to Kira, and they begin the familiar walk to her apartment.

           After a few minutes she asks, “when is your birthday?”

           It takes him a moment to recall, it’s not something he has thought about in a long time, “May.”

           “We just missed it then!” she exclaims. “You should have told me; we could have done something!”

           “I have not celebrated it for many years,” he says with a shrug.

           “I guess it loses meaning after a while.” She conceded, “but we can still do something! Besides birthdays aren’t just about you. There a chance for the people who lo-“ she stumbles over the word, “-who care about you to celebrate you.”

           “Do I take it that you are not excited about this party?”

           “No, I am, it’s just not what I would have chosen right now. I can’t very well tell Tina that I’m too tired due to my second job with a super-secret squad of vampires could I?”

           “I see your point.” It was true that the detective had gotten very little down time since signing on with the agency. Not for the first time, he worries about the effect the additional work and stress is having on her. it didn’t help that her captain seemed determine to keep her mired in busy work.

           She does an admirable job of feigning surprise when they open the door to her apartment. People erupt from behind furniture all yelling and cheering. He swallows down the instinct to place himself in front of her, to use his body as her shield. There is no danger here.

           He finds the party tedious. A few of the human guest attempt to engage him in conversation, but give up under the scrutiny of his green eyes and disdainful tone. Kira is the center of attention and she glows. He isn’t used to seeing her outside of her professional roles. She laughs easier, the spark of mischief in her eye shining brighter than usual.

           She is surrounded by people who care about her, people who she has not seen much of these last few months. She is quick to blame it on the promotion, on her new role as detective, but Adam knows the truth. It is her involvement in the supernatural, her involvement with them, that has kept her distant from her human life in Wayhaven.

           It is a reminder; one he desperately needs when she throws her head back and her laugh. The sound floats through the crowded apartment piercing his heart with a profound longing. She belongs here, among other humans, safe and beloved, not hidden in the depths of the Warehouse or out in the dangers of the night, or in his arms.

           There is cake and singing. Kira pulls her hair back and bends down to blow out the candles. The flickering lights make her freckles appear to dance across her face, and Adam can’t look away. Someone calls out, “make a wish!”

           The candles are extinguished with a breath. She opens her eyes and they find his. He is lost in their depths, unable to look away, but knowing that he should. He manages to tear himself away with a pang. It is only too clear what she wishes for. How cruel that it is the one thing he cannot give her.

           A game is suggested, something that causes giggles and blushes to erupt among the humans. He watches as a space is cleared in the center of the coffee table and the majority of the guest gather around.

           “You should come play, Adam!” Farah says as she slides up next to him. Her eyes glow with the promise of mischief and the excitement of new experiences.

           He quirks an eyebrow in her direction, “and why exactly is that?”

           “Because maybe you’ll finally get over yourself,” she says with a laugh.

           “I fail to see how a party game would achieve that.”

           Farah rolls her eyes, “no one can say I didn’t try” she mumbles to herself as she takes a seat around the table.

           Officer Poname is talking and gesturing excitedly with an empty wine bottle in hand. From what Adam can glean it is a childish game, a relic from their youth.

           The bottle is placed in the center of the table and spun until it ends pointing towards Farah. Farah wastes no time in jumping from her seat and claiming a kiss from the officer’s lips.

           A juvenile game indeed. It continues with giggles and cheers. Every time the bottle spins Adam feels his heart stutter in his chest. He sighs in relieve each time it ends pointed to another guest, but his luck runs out. The bottle spins, and slows until it stops pointed at Kira. The young man who spun it hollering in excitement and leaning over the table.

           Adam forces himself to watch. This is as it should be. Kira deserves someone safe, to not get lost in the world of the agency and the supernatural. She belongs her surround by people who care about her and laughter and light. He can only end up bring her darkness and pain.

           It is a brief thing, barely a brush of their lips against each other. Even knowing that it was happening a growl threatens to erupt form his chest. He tastes blood as he bites down to keep it inside. At least he’s managed to stop himself from breaking yet another piece of her furniture. He would inflict any pain on himself if it would spare her.

           Kira grabs the bottle, but rather than spin it and continue the game, she stands. “I think that’s a long enough trip down memory lane. Besides, Tina, you achieved your goal of getting me a kiss on my birthday.”

           He feels her eyes on him for a moment, but he doesn’t trust himself to return her gaze. He listens to her footsteps as she disappears into the kitchen. He has spent longer at the party than he intended. He doesn’t trust himself to remain in the room with that young man much longer. He had promised to bring her to the party, to stay for a while, and he has fulfilled that promise.

           “Don’t you dare try to leave without saying goodbye.” Officer Poname corners him at the front door.

           “There are many people here fighting for her attention. I hardly think she would notice my absence.”

           “Farah was right. You are impossible.” Officer Poname says as she pinches the bridge of her nose. “She’s just in the kitchen, tell her good night and happy birthday. She’ll be upset if you don’t”

           It rankles taking an order from this chit of a human, but he also knows that she is right. Kira deserves better than him slinking off. Kira deserves better than him.

           She’s alone in the kitchen, and he wonders if it is Officer Poname’s doing.

           “Has the party been to your liking?”

           “It has,” she says with a nod. “I’m surprised you’ve stayed so long especially considering my friends ideas of entertainment.” A blush paints her cheeks.

           Adam rubs a hand over the back of his neck the image of the kiss still burned into his mind. Taking a deep breath, he tries to swallow down the growl that threatens to escape with the memory. Perhaps he should have allowed Farah to pull him into the game. That way he could have learned the feeling of her lips at least once. That way he could have had deniability, a game nothing more, but it would have never worked. In his heart of hearts Adam knows that if he were to kiss her once, he would never be able to stop.

           “We all make sacrifices for the people we care about.”

           Her face lights up at the words. He tries to back track, but he stumbles over the words, too captivated by the hopeful smile breaking across her face. “I mean as part of the unit. We all care about your happiness.”

           Her smile falls slowly, and then all at once. “I should get back to the party.”

           “Of course,” Adam says as he steps back allowing her to pass. He resists the urge to reach out to her as she passes. He resists the desire to keep her in the quiet of the kitchen. He doesn't want to allow her to leave again until her face is glowing like it was only a moment ago. He longs to recapture the moment before he kept talking. A moment that he ruined. He has to remind himself that it is better to ruin her smile now. The pain of a deeper entanglement would be much worse.

           Tina doesn’t stop him when he goes to leave this time, but he can feel her disapproving glare as he leaves. Humans always so sure they understand when really, they know so little.

           He doesn’t go back to the warehouse, instead his feet lead him to the police station. It takes very little to slip passed the night volunteer into her office. Once inside he continues where they’d left off hours before.

           With methodical precision he begins working through the remaining paperwork. It may not match any of the shiny gifts she received tonight, but he can do this for her. He will spend the night her in the darkness if it means she gets to spend longer in the light.

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[veeples-archive]

OK SO Ester elaborates grief - and general helplessness with things she can't change - through aggressively working out. Running for hours, punching a bag until her knuckles hurt, generally straining her muscles until she can't feel them anymore. And now that I said it like this it sounds sadder fjejfjrj

ESTER BABY NO!!!! 😭😭😭 Oh that does hurt my heart I just wanna give poor Esther a hug and a kiss on the forehead and a proper day off to relax!

When Charlie is overwhelmed, she goes out to the woods and yells. Just lets it all out and yells at the mountain ranges and the trees and thinks about the earth and the sky absorbing her frustration, her distress, her confusion. RIP to any hiker who sometimes hears distant gay yelling.

Send me a fact about your OC!!

[lilas]

wip whenever

Got tagged by @impossible-rat-babies and @harumeau (ty <3) and I’m sharing another wip from the wayfarer calendar! Announcement coming soon >:3c

tagging @exotic-inquiry @mepheesto @veeples and @rickety-goose to share if they want!

[s-ewell]

I'll be honest and drop you a deep but you're also very talented hi

Hi omg thank youuu honestly deep right back at you !! I was pondering what I should send you and was like "but I just don't know anything" ajaksjslakkakk but yeah I love your art!!!!! 💖

whatever this ask game is

[thepixelmoon]

psst psst 🌹 :')))

Meph the question is, what can I say about you that isn't a compliment?? You're clever, mature, supportive, beautiful inside and out, an amazing artist, a great listener and one of the best friends I could ever ask for. I love our conversations and how we jump from one topic to another so smoothly, from languages to history to memes to philosophy. Grazie for always being there 💕

[khiita]

Jude + finally feeling home, safe

give me a character + a vibe/activity/feeling and i’ll give you a mini playlist 💕

thank u sm anna!!!! 🥺💓

1. a moor raleigh ritchie

maybe we could find a haven / get lost, go ape / we’ll be so amazing / we could do what we wanted to do / kick up a fuss and never trust what we knew

2. lazy mornings — mokina, eyelovebrandon

i could stay in bed all day if only they would let me / summon the storms and get the blankets so we're cozy / kicking it back and getting handsy with the ps3 / just you and me

3. coffee ​— beabadoobee

don't stay awake for too long / don't go to bed / i'll make a cup of coffee for your head / i'll get you up and going out of bed / and i promise that one day i'll feel fine / and i promise that one day i'll feel alright

4. wide awake — su lee

oh i hope that someday / we’ll open our eyes / and gaze eye to eye / wide awake

5. nowadays — boy pablo

i'm just happy that my mornings are getting brighter nowadays

[homeformyheart]

Raelan, Vexx, Glitch, Farah, Bas :))))

oooh, way to go way outside the box bb 🤗

get drunk with - vexx, bc of that one DLC 😂 i think it'd be very entertaining

make out with - farah 😍

date - glitch, imagine the poetry? swoon

marry - bas, he my fave <3

punch - raelan, such an asshole esp in S1

send me 5 characters!

[quietsphere]

eee, @mepheesto​ tagged me for WIP Wednesday but i think ive finished everything twc related that i started to doodle, so have my (1) unfinished fallen hero sidestep and uni project, i guess??

i dunno it’s so random, but i got nothing man |’D