#my apologiessss

[strawhatsoraya]

Oh yeah probably should have thrown a warning on the ask I answered for some profanity and suggestive language. Too late now.

[bxckkdoor]

hihihi!!! im sooo sorry for being suppppper behind on asks !!! im working on finishing up this semester so once i get a bitttt of time they’ll be up!!!

[stainedlilac]

FINALLY lineart time 😩

[okaycvpid]

If you get this, answer w three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog :)

• the first movie I ever watched was the boss baby movie

• I used to be obsessed with creepypasta as a kid

• uhhhh idk to swim (serial killers hmu 😘😘😘)

[dendro-dragon-apep]

The puppet stares up at Apep.

"I'm really lost now, aren't I?"

(Hi hi!)

@thewanderingpuppet

Apep startled slightly at the sudden appearance, serpentine eyes slitted and ganoid scales around their face and tail flared outwards.

Apep coughed out of embarrassment of the display, transforming into their smaller, bipedal form to properly speak to this strange non human.

"My apologiessss for that. You said you were lost?," the ancient dragon inquired, tilting their head. Since the puppet was quite small, even in her humanoid form, Apep crouched down in order to match his eye level.

"Currently, you are in my oasis in the desert of Sumeru.... Hm. Your clothing style is reminiscent to a style my sworn sibling, Orabashi, had once favored, so are you are quite a ways away from 'home', as the saying goes?"

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

OUR OCS WOULD GET ALONG SO WELL YES YES YES!!! LEO AND RYAN HIGHFIVING IN T SWAG TURNED KINDA MONSTERS AND HARLEY AND JOSH BEING SAD OLD MENN TOGETHER!!!

Okay I THINK I'm landing on some lore but this is subject to change so pls don't hold me to this [I basically bounce ideas off u via askbox at this point sorry avhsjsjs] Harley is Not from our world, he was from a fantasy world and was forcibly displaced by his lover, a godess, her world was dying and she wanted her mortal lover to live so she sent him, with their two children, to our world where the twins godly heritage would lay dormant as our world doesn't have the celestial infrastructure to support magic

That's part of the reason he's so sad, like imagine going from a magical world of dragons, fantasy and vibrant life to well, Earth, he doesn't understand our customs or ways so he holed himself up in a manor in the woods with his two children and raised them in secret and then they grew up to despise him and just- ugrhj he's so miserable, a real wet cat

OAISGJDHDKFJF HARLEY!!!! POOR MAN!!!! (also i also bounce ideas off you so no apologiessss i literally just sent an ask about my lore so jshdjdhdj) HE!! ITS LITERALLY DEITY X SOME GUY I AM IN LOVE WITH THEMMMM he’s like damm this earth is shit D:/hj

[beetlesau]

Chapter 8, long overdue and unedited.

apologiessss.

"It's a flower," you stated matter-of-factly. You were sat in the middle of an empty parking lot, picking at the weeds that grew between the old cracked pavement.  

"I know what a flower is, dummy." Bakugo scoffed as he threw the small bloomed weed at your head. He stood and dusted his pants off before holding out a hand to help you stand as well. 

"Well, you're looking at it like it's foreign to that brain of yours." you followed his lead, but in protest refused the helping hand.

"What is your favorite?" he barked suddenly, eyes boring into yours.

"Wh-what?", the aggression of such a simple question threw you off, "My favorite flower? I don't know if I have one... Actually, does cactus count? Wait, no. I mean they do flower, but--"

"Nevermind." he rolled his eyes. 

"So rude! I guess the Violet? Simple, colorful, smells decent." 

"Okay." 

"Nice conversation, Bakugo. Can we go back noooow?" you moved anxiously to face the direction of his old neighborhood. 

"No," he grumbled. "All day in the cold house and got sick from it." he grabbed the back of your shirt to hold you from stepping further away. 

"I didn't get sick! I just couldn't feel my fingers after a while. Besides, we got the house cleaned and prepped, right? Worth it?"

Bakugo grunted in disapproval. 

It had been at least a month since that night he shared the sadness he held over his mother. Since then, a lot has happened. He helped you set up a perimeter of fencing, wrapping a few houses with the least amount of damage to them. Cleaning out each one, making sure the floors were stable, and the beds were in decent shape. The cabinets were filled with cans of food you'd collected on long tiring trips back and forth with a tin wagon. Not that the Dead had any interest in eating at this point still, but you were determined to be prepped for anything. 

You and Bakugo had just finished setting up an additional house the day before. He noticed you were getting a bit sluggish and pale. The last straw was when he saw you shivering when you thought he wasn't looking. He kicked you out of the house and now today refused to let you anywhere near the project houses. 

The houses were for the Dead. It was your idea that the best way to help them was to give them what they no longer had. A home. A reason to feel alive again. 

You did your best, often overexerting yourself, until he pulled you back each time, forcing you to give him some of this responsibility. 

You had your own house set up, although outside the perimeter. You'd decided living in an apartment with a large hole in the side of it was not as cool as it seemed. It took a good three days to move all of your trinkets and junk.

Bakugo insisted you be outside the fence, safe from the Dead, but still within his bedroom window's view, under his watchful, annoying, borderline obsessive, protection. 

You knew it was for your safety, but you could see all the changes going through the eyes of your new friends. 

You chose the Dead that were all trapped on the bridge to start with. Your long-standing self-appointed friends. After the task of getting them from point A to point B, Bakugo led them inside the new gated community. Alone with you, they were unresponsive, still seeing everything through hungry eyes. But, with Bakugo by your side, they seemed to just... sense something. You couldn't tell if it was... fear? of the absolute death glare, he'd give them if they even so much as looked at you with mouth agape. Or maybe it was the way he stood by you. He was not a weak-bodied Dead, nor weak-minded. You wondered if they could feel the strength that emanated from him. You noticed it more and more every day since enacting your rehabilitation plans.  

He was kind of... amazing. 

And caring.

And as he learned to talk again, you understood him in more ways than just language. 

On more than one occasion, you found yourself staring at him. Which seldom went unnoticed by the firey blonde, considering he was staring right back. 

It was impossible for even the longest Dead to not notice that kind of connection, it would seem. 

You'd never been so impatient about anything in your life. Things were exciting for once, a rare thing. 

But here you were today, following the orders of your co-captain, to get some warmth from the great outdoors, take a deep breath, and talk about flowers. 

"Ugh, fiiiine. Well, what are you making me do next, warden?"

"Hmm. Good question. We need more firewood. You are a baby and will freeze to death at night." he looked off in the direction he intended to head, not so much as a hint of acknowledgment that he'd just insulted you. 

"I- Fine. Aye-Aye, Captain! let's get some firewood." you began to dramatically march off the way he was looking before he grabbed your shirt collar again, pulling an exaggerated yelp from you. 

"Hey, what gives! I'm getting your stinking firewood-"

"Hold my hand," he stated blankly.

"W-what?" you were suddenly a bit too warmed by the Sun. You gulped, perhaps you misheard him.

"I said, hold my hand. I don't want you running off, or falling, or getting into trouble, or leaving my sight." he carried on just enough to make you scream.

"Agh! OKAY! Shut up and take my hand then!" he made you feel less embarrassed right away, you'd do anything to make him stop teasing you so relentlessly. 

You whipped up your hand, making quick gimme motions like a child. 

He smirked. 

SMIRKED.

And just like that, you were embarrassed again. 

"WHY are you making that face, Bakugo?"

"It's nothing. Let's go." he brushed past you. 

"Well, now I don't wanna." you paused, suddenly the most shit-eating grin creeping on your face. You turned your heel and ran as fast as your unathletic, clumsy figure would take you. 

"EH!? NO!" you heard him yell, but didn't stop.

You may have gotten a head start, but you knew there was no way you could outrun him.

It was just a joke. 

You didn't know what would happen. 

But you triggered something unintentionally. 

As you run, you could already hear him gaining on you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as he was within arms reach. You set off your quirk, just enough to go unseen for a moment as you made a sharp turn and doubled back, towards the piles of wood Bakugo intended on gathering. 

Unfortunately, as clever as it was, it was not enough to throw him off. 

You gained only a second more before he was behind you again. 

You couldn't see him, but you could hear him. He didn't seem right. His breathing was ragged and animalistic. You no longer felt like you were playing a game. You felt like prey that was in the midst of its final moments of life. A hand grabbed your arm and you were thrown off balance and hit the ground face-first. You could feel the sting on your lip before tasting the copper tang that filled your mouth. You'd busted your lower lip but that was the least of your worries. 

In no time you were flipped over and pinned. 

The way he looked. It was like you were seeing him in your room for the first time again. It was feral. Your running must have triggered a desire he'd been fighting all along. 

This time you had your hands free just enough to push against his chest, your knuckles white from your grip on his shirt. You weren't strong enough to hold him long. 

"Bakugo! Bakugo! Bakugo!" your voice cracked and strained as you screamed again and again. Hot tears blurred your vision before running down the sides of your face. 

"Not like this. Not like this, Bakugo." your terror was not for yourself this time. This time thoughts of Bakugo afterward flooded in and suffocated you. He'd be alone. He'd be angry at himself. He'd never get over this. This isn't something he deserved. It's not something he asked for. 

In your last-ditch efforts, you silently prayed for him to forgive himself. Then, before he'd gotten down to your level on the ground, you pushed yourself up to meet him, taking his mouth to your own. 

You could feel his lips as you desperately tried to claim them before his teeth claimed your flesh. Your torn lip fills the space in your mouth with blood. He was still for a moment, his brain processing the movement. 

His arms snaked around your back, fingernails hard against your skin it felt like he was trying to tear into you with his hands alone. 

But then they kept wrapping, and the touch became lighter. Kinder. 

His tongue lapped at your lip before taking it again between his. One second it was about the sensation of blood filling his mouth then it was all about you. 

You could feel his tears falling to your cheek as he began to sob. 

"I'm sorry. Dammit. I'm so sorry." he held you like you were made of gold. 

He rocked back and forth with you as one, every breath an apology and a curse on himself as you both wept. 

"Bakugo." you sniffled. "Katsuki. You stopped. You did it. God. fuck. That was so scary." you laughed and cried at the same time. 

"I'm so sorry," he muttered, unable to meet your eyes. You knew how much pain he was in. You could feel it like it was your own. 

"Can we go home, Katsuki?" you were exhausted. 

"Katsuki," he repeated.

"Yeah, that's you. Is it okay if I call you that?"

"It's more than okay. I'm sorry. Yes, please. Let's get you home." he was shaking. 

He stood, pulling you up with him. 

Neither of you was ready to move. And you weren't ready to let go of him. He didn't seem to mind. 

"Do you hate me?" he whispered. 

"No. I don't think I could if I tried."

"Stupid."

"I guess we should... talk about what happened just now?" you sighed. 

"Yeah... uh, maybe later?" he laughed humorlessly. 

"Are you embarrassed for once?" you looked up at him.

"Embarrassed for almost eating you?" he scrunched his brows.

"No. For kissing me."

"WH-wh, what! You kissed ME!" 

"No. I mean, I did. But I was in a panic. What's your excuse?"

He turned a faint shade of pink. 

"Wait. Your face." something new. 

"Katsuki, your face is pink. You're blushing!"

"You really are sick. Seeing things?" he lifted a hand to feel your forehead for a fever. "I can't be pink I don't have any blood flow. You know, Dead."

"No, I'm serious. Look at me."

"Stop messing around, come on let's get ba-" Katsuki coughed. Clearing his throat he stopped in his tracks. He looked as though a shock had coursed through him. He held his chest, profusely coughing. 

"Katsuki? What's wrong!?"

Katsuki suddenly fell over, unresponsive. 

[creativriot]

Apologiessss for not posting in a while

I’ve been

Hyper-fixating on OC stuff uh

She’s been taking up like most of my brain lately help

Get her ooooout >: T

[bugdogg]

I have been given more advice from my teacherrrrr (this is a lil rant-like apologiessss)

“Be grateful of your traits and appreciate yourself more”

I get thisss and understand I need to be nicer and considerate and kinder and- IM AWARE IM NOT KIND TO MYSELF OOOKKKKK

itsss harddd and there are things I like about me and things I still think deserve to be criticized but I’m very scared of gaining any sort of ego or liking myself to the point of glossing over my shortcomings, I struggle w black and whit thinking and IT SUCKSS ASSSSS

and everytime I remember why I think like this and why I hold grudges towards myself, I remember I was taught by people who also hate themselves and I get over it

Anyway I’ve gotten better, progress is happening

Also I got advice to toughen up which just… idk man, I’m trying my best to get by and adapt into something I didn’t even think I’d be doing (having a job working w kids, taking college classes, being here ig)

[lil-miss-bearhug]

*klik klik klik kiks at the anon*

Ah, my apologiessss, missss Bearhug. SSsorry if that ssscared you. I wass actually wondering if you'd like me to make your flower girl dressss

-spider anon

(the long esses are because fang and she's a hissing spider- MOd Squirrel)

Oh...Uh, sure!

[xxlordalexanderxx]

@dark-ambition (Sir Pentious)

“Hello, Alexander. My apologiessss for being a touch on the distant side, things have been rather chaotic back home in Hell and it’s been taking up a bit of my time as of late.”

"My greetings Sir Pentious, that is completely understandable as we all have our appointed tasks to attend to. I do hope things are quelling down there, as least soonish? I do hope you are well thought."

He tilts his head, thoughtful and warm smile on his face.

"I found something in my treasury, that might be of interest to you."

[virtuangel]

MILMIL FIRST OF ALL MY APOLOGIESSSS for accidentally unfollowing i was simply trying to send an ask.............. second of all i need u to see how weird this emoji looks on my desktop jsgjkdsbgskbhkj

oh my goddd isnt this my new cool mutual /////////// butnsvskwvkacskacakav crying...emoji designers....do a little bit better maybe

[estrel]

Tend to the Flame 

destiel december 2020 prompt: fireplace | wc: ~620

[READ ON AO3]

So maybe it wasn’t exactly the crackle of a fireplace.

Dean looks down into the grave, feeling the heat lick his chin and cheeks warm. Across from him, on the other side, stands Cas with his hands in his pockets.

You knew it was a cold December when even the angel shivered.

Dean lifts his eyes and their gazes meet over the flames.

“It’s quiet,” Cas says, breaking eye contact first. The fire—quickly fading into the recesses of the grave—is the only source of light. It colors Cas a warm yellow-orange that Dean thinks is strangely inviting. If Cas was a fire, then Dean would gladly be a furnace.

“Yeah, well. What’d you expect? We killed the things that were making a ruckus around here. Quiet’s all that’s left after that.”

He knows that’s not what Cas means. He knows…

“Right,” Cas mumbles, “A ruckus. That’s all it was to you.”

They weren’t talking about the ghosts anymore.

Dean shifts his weight, feeling the keys in his pocket. Before he can think on it too much, he tosses them over the fire to Cas.

“Why don’t you drive?”

He leaves Cas to stare after him, fighting a chill on the way to the impala. It’s weird opening the passenger’s side door, but he settles in in time to see Cas beginning to head over. After a few seconds, Dean’s breath fogs up the glass. He wipes a sleeve over it to clear it, revealing Cas once more—closer, this time.

There’s another rush of cold air when Cas opens the door to get in, but he shuts it firmly before a shiver can get a hold of Dean’s spine again. Baby roars to life, the familiar rattle that comes with the wave of heat from her vents does a good job of filling the silence.

“This…’quiet,’” Cas starts. He’s looking down at his knees, frowning. “That’s—is that what you want?”

Dean lets his eyes close for a moment.

“No,” he breathes. It wasn’t. He’d never wanted that.

“Then,” Cas looks over at him, “speak plainly. What—what do you expect of me? Of…of this? Do you want to,” He pauses, his frown deepening. “To go back—?”

“No,” Dean says again. He meets Cas’ eyes. “No, Cas, I don’t want us to go back to how things were. Thinking about that, I can’t—I just…”

He rubs a hand over his face. “I can’t.”

There’s a moment of silence, of just the rattling in the vents.

“Why did you give me the keys?”

Dean’s eyebrows furrow together, and he removes his fingers from where they were pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Uh…come again?”

“To your car,” Cas clarifies. “Why are you letting me drive your car? You never let anyone do that.”

Dean has to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“Jesus, Cas. By now you have to know you aren’t just ‘anyone.’ You’re—” He swallows. They stare at each other, and Dean falters.

“Say it,” Cas whispers. Dean isn’t sure when it happened, but Cas was closer, now, and Dean was no longer pressed against the door.

“Special. You’re everything, Cas,” he whispers back, heart in his throat. “You mean everything to me.”

Cas leans forward, then, a hand on Dean’s shoulder while the other moves to cup his jaw. He presses their lips together softly, gently, in the type of care that Dean only remembers receiving on his way out of hell. The way a soul mends, slowly and deliberately—that’s the way Cas kisses him now.

Dean brings his hands forward to clasp the collar of Cas’ trench coat in his fists. And he doesn’t need a fireplace, he muses. He’s got a hold of the flame.

-

tag list (ask to be added/removed):

@castiels-a-lamp @jellydeans @writtenmemxries @cestladean @randomblabbling @fluffiestlou @dreamnovak @weird-dorky-little-d @depressivedemonnightmaredean @jackleslongcon @friedchickenangelwings @galaxycastiel @the-empty-destiel67 @destielle @dickspeightjrs @on-a-bender @organicpurplepants @casbelieves @samuelswinchester @spacegirlstuff @seffersonjtarship @winchester-novak @professorerudite @squintingg @holmesemrys @imnotrevealingmyname @mishha @good-things-do-happen-dean @angxlsgrxce @casandeans @castielscrookedtrenchcoat @destiel-in-its-natural-habitat @gracelesschoice @superduckbatrebel @iheardyourprayer @top13zepptraxx @that-one-fandom-chick @scoobydean @destiels-canonahhhhhhhhhh @maxguevra @cursed-or-not @i-think-im-humanbut-cant-besure @fitinmypoems @madilineskingdom @awolfnamedaliac @castee-yel @tearsofgrace @credentiast

[salukipop]

[pixiethoughtsfairyfeelings]

Oh if you play I fight back, I fight back~

I’ll show you who’s in control

[askthecarouselianmonarch]

((Meet the new bois, V, Crimson, and Arven~! These bois are all Non-Carouselians~!

((V~! Obsessed with the studies of poisonous and venomous plants and creatures~ She’s a cheery one, who nags Crimson at every chance she gets(They’re very close childhood friends). V could probably be considered a mad scientist. She does a heck ton of reckless things and always tries to test her theories and experiments on unsuspecting victims. She is a medical expert though~! She can make medication on a whim for any sickness~! She’s currently on the hunt for the treatment of Black Death.. From what Koi says, her house is scary! But actually, it’s quite nice and tidy~! But her pet Tarantula tends to walk freely there.

((Crimson~! Silent, dark, moody, and always keeping to herself. She only shows her soft side to V, while also occasionally getting ticked off at V’s various jokes, and her rant about a poison that she hasn’t figured out yet. She doesn’t mind her animals crawling about but does sometimes get chills up her spine when she knows there’s one on her.~ Crimson and Shaymin used to not be on good terms with eachother, she was almost not allowed to enter the Kingdom due to her personality, the two quarrelled many times. Then they had a sparring test, which brought them onto good terms~ Crimson now works beside Shaymin, helping her with any paperwork that she’s been having trouble with. Crimson is also pretty close with Koi and Snow~ She doesn’t know what to feel about Psyche though.. Psyche really likes to get on her nerves sometimes~ Haha~

((Lastly is Arven~! He is a Faun and is a very loving baby-sitter~! He plays his flute if a child is unable to sleep or take their nap~ He joined the Kingdom just recently having stumbled upon the Meeting Place by fluke. Seeing how friendly the Carouselians were to him, he ended up staying~! He loves to tell stories and hangs out with Nicholai a ton! Nicholai enjoys hearing Arven’s stories of the spirits in the forest while he’s in his workshop.(If this was a modern timeline it would be like Nicholai was listening to Arven’s story-time podcast XD) Anywho, Arven is really friendly and might also play his little flute for you if you ask him politely~!

((Asks for these three are opened until next Friday 12am~! Feel free to drop some asks~!

((They may be opened for a longer duration along with the other characters considering my current schedule for the end of this year, but I’m still not sure yet~