#no wonder i never draw them smh

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Innocence (pt. 2)

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, oral (female receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, making out, underage smoking, underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any :)

summary: remus’s obsession with your purity ring gets worse, even after he finally gets it off your finger…

word count: 3.6k

a/n: ok so for anyone wondering when i wrote this i was thinking of the remus drawn by likeafunerall because omggg they draw him so good. let me know what you guys think ofc sorry if it’s not as good as the first part, i sorta rushed to get this out smh. but i’m so in love with remus hahaha

~~~

“Remus we shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Then tell me to stop.”

“I... fuck.”

Remus couldn’t help the smirk that took over his face. He finally had you in a spot he’d fantasized about countless times, he wasn’t going to let it go so easily. It was simple really. You were pressed against a wall, and he was on his knees in front of you. He wished he could see the look on your face, you must’ve been blushing hard, your soft eyes squeezed shut as you tried to deny yourself the pleasure your body craved. Unfortunately, your skirt was over his head and prevented him from seeing your pretty face as he ate you out.

It had been a few weeks since the first time you let him touch you, and it would be an understatement to say he enjoyed it. He was obsessed with it. He was obsessed with you. With every encounter the two of you shared it was like a part of your innocence was taken away and given to him. You were still far more innocent than anyone else in the year, without a doubt. But ever so slowly you were losing that innocence, and it drove Remus mad.

What else drove him mad was just how needy you became. You’d seek him out almost daily for some sort of touch. Whether it was for you, for him, or both of you, you wanted it. And you wanted it badly. Though the two of you agreed to keep what went on a secret from the rest of your friends, you sometimes were not the best at subtle hints. You would whisper to him how much you needed him and that was it. Who was he to deny you anyway? A lot changed in a short time, except for one thing.

The ring.

That stupid gold band remained on your finger through all of it. However, Remus would never say anything about it. He would never pressure you to go further, no matter how much he wished to. Because, despite the circumstances that brought the two of you together, he really did care about you. You were funny, sweet, and incredibly kind. What was there not to like? Your beauty spoke for itself, as did your inexperience. He would wait for you however long, or if you decided you never wanted to go all the way he wouldn’t care. You had more control over him than you knew.

“Rem...”

Your voice brought him back to reality. He hadn’t realized how through his thoughts he kept going. You were practically dripping; your arousal covered his chin. Without a second thought, he wet two of his fingers and gently thrust them inside you, only adding to the shakiness of your legs.

When you were done, he was quick to pull his head from under your skirt and look up at you. As he imagined, your face was bright red. But instead of your eyes being shut as they typically were, you looked down at him. There was a wildness in your eyes that he hadn’t seen before, like a mixture of confidence and something else he couldn’t name. It entranced him.

“You’re mad,” you mumbled as you began to fix your skirt and panties.

Remus chuckled. “Yeah, a bit.” He stood, not looking away from you for even a second. “But a lot for you.”

You smiled and looked away, your shyness returning. “Sure. So do you want to go back first or shall I?”

“You can, I have to go to the library anyway,” he answered. He also had to wait a few minutes for his boner to go away, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“Alright.” You ran your fingers through your hair and smoothened your uniform. “Do I look normal?”

“You look beautiful,” he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You are beautiful.”

You were clearly flustered at his compliment, it was adorable. “Um thank you, I’ll um see you later then yeah?”

“Yeah, see you later,” he replied.

You gave him one last smile before exiting the closet, checking both ways before doing so. Remus leaned against the wall and sighed. He really was starting to like you, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing. Relationships were never of much interest to him, he always thought they took too much effort and time away from things that actually mattered. You already consumed most of his thoughts, and you took up a decent amount of his time. For once, he didn’t know what to make of the situation. Except for one thing.

The closer the two of you got, the closer he was to getting that ring off your finger.

A smile formed on his lips.

~~~

One afternoon as the two of you sat in History of Magic together listening to Professor Binns’s long lecture about one of the Giant wars, Remus decided to test your limits.

You shared a desk in the back, Lily and Mary were in front of you. Remus glanced around the room to make sure no one was paying attention. As he expected, half the class was almost asleep, and the other half was doodling on their notes or whispering with their partners. He then looked at you. Your head was perched up on your hand, your eyes fighting to stay open. It made his chest fill with excitement.

Casually, as if he were doing nothing wrong, he placed one of his hands on your knee. Instantly your eyes opened and turned to him. He pretended not to notice, though he watched your posture change from his peripheral vision. He kept his head forward as he began to slowly creep his hand up your thigh. He moved his hand under your skirt, the feeling of your warm skin a familiar comfort.

“Remus,” you whispered his name like a warning.

As his fingertips brushed against your panties, he turned to you and lifted a finger to his lips, silently telling you to be quiet. Much to his surprise, you didn’t push him away. You only nodded your head and pretended to turn your attention back to the lecture. He slipped his fingers under your panties and found you were already wet.

Dirty girl, he thought as he began to touch you.

~~~

The fateful day came not too long after that day. Truthfully, though he had been trying to build up to it for at least a month or two, he didn’t expect it. When you first told him about what the ring symbolized, you were set on following the rules. Other guys had tried to fuck you before, he knew that, and you told him about that. So, what was different about him? Was it because the two of you had been friends since first year? Or was it because he was simply the first boy who truly tried? You were more of a mystery than he expected.

On the special day or night, Remus snuck you up to his dorm. It was during the celebration of Gryffindor winning the quidditch cup which meant no one would be in the dorm until very late, if ever. The two of you had a few drinks, but not enough to make either of you drunk. He had even convinced you to take a hit from his cigarette. Though you coughed terribly, he still thought you looked very attractive. The air that night felt different, even to him, perhaps that’s why you finally decided you wanted to go all the way.

“Did you see Sirius?” You laughed after the two of you entered the dorm. “He was starting to pour body shots.”

“He’s celebrating, let him live,” he replied with a smile.

You fell back onto his bed, and your laughter continued. He made sure to cast an extra locking spell on the door before he moved to the bed and laid down next to you. You instantly turned on your side, propped yourself up on your elbow, and stared down at him, that wild look back in your eyes.

“What’s your game then Lupin,” you said.

He looked at you confused. “What do you mean?”

“With me. I mean, we’ve known each other since we were eleven, we’ve hung around the same people, but we were never that close. Then suddenly like two months ago, you offered to have sex with me. What’s the reason?” You looked away for a few seconds. “I just... I don’t understand where it came from that’s all.”

Remus Lupin was never one who typically got stumped on a question, but at that moment he was. What was he supposed to say exactly? That he had always wondered why you wore that ring and when he found out what it was for, he wanted to see if he could get it from you? That he had become obsessed with your innocence? Neither would work, he knew that. So, he settled on the third option.

“I dunno, honestly. Why did you take me up on the offer? Or well, part of the offer.”

Once he said the words aloud, he realized how awful they sounded. He observed your face, waiting for a frown to form to indicate that you were upset. But it never came. You only gently smiled and shrugged.

“I dunno either.” You placed your hand on his chest, your left one. He watched you drag your fingers up and down his body, the ring like a painful reminder of what hadn’t happened. “But I think... I think I’m ready to take you up on the full offer.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“I know I said I didn’t plan on doing that and I’m completely contradicting myself, and I’m going against my family and my religion but I... As you said, people do it all the time and it’s normal. If you don’t want to, I understand,” you answered. Even through the dark, he could see your blush. Merlin how he loved it.

“Why would I not want to? I should be asking you that,” he replied, trying his best to keep a neutral face despite how excited he was.

“It can be intimidating, right? To be someone's first. I don’t want you to think it has to be some special big thing because it’s not. In my head, I used to think it was supposed to be all that but after starting this with you I sorta realized I don’t care for special I just you know... want it to be with you. And don’t feel pressured or anything, I’m not going to ask to be your girlfriend or any of that. I- sorry, I’m saying too much again, aren’t I?”

Remus gave you a gentle smile and took your hand in his. “No, you’re not saying too much. Actually, you’re saying about the right amount. If that’s all what you truly feel, then I’d be more than happy to oblige. But I need to know, you’re positive. What we’ve been doing is wonderful and I enjoy it very much, but if that’s all you want, we can keep it that way. I know it was special to you to wait for marriage and if that’s not the case anymore great, but I need to know you’re sure of it.”

“I am sure, I promise. I’ve been wanting to for a while, but I wanted to be sure and now I am, do you want to?” You asked shyly.

“Very much,” he said with a laugh.

“Then um... we should... right?”

“You want to right now?”

You bit down on your lip for a few seconds and nodded. “Yeah... unless you want to wait.”

“I think we’ve waited long enough,” he replied.

He was quick to kiss you. He was quick to climb over you. He was quick to undress you. But he took his time pleasing you. Despite what you said, he wanted it to be at least a bit special. So, he took his time, making you finish at least twice with his tongue and fingers before even beginning to move on to the other part.

As he slipped a rubber on, he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. If you knew the only reason, he started all of this was some sort of challenge, would you have still let him do what he was about to do? Probably not. He had feelings for you then, of course. But it would be a lie to say he did the entire time. His eyes searched your face. You were so sweet, so delicate, so innocent. And he was about to take it away.

“You’re still sure?” He asked as he moved between your legs again. His question had a far deeper meaning than you would ever know.

“Yes,” you answered, your breath still heavy from your last orgasm. “I want you.”

He positioned himself so his tip was touching your entrance. “Alright, but if it’s too much tell me.”

“I will.”

He connected your lips and ever so slowly began to push himself inside you. Even though you were very wet, you were still very tight. Remus’s breath caught in his throat as he entered you. You felt better than any girl he’d ever been with, and he was sure of it. Despite just how good it felt, he paused halfway to make sure you were still all right. Your face was scrunched up, a telltale sign that you were in pain, but you told him to keep going. Still, he double-checked before continuing.

After checking once more when he was fully in, he truly began to shag you. From the moans and whispers that left your lips, he knew you enjoyed it. It made him glad; he didn’t want you to be in pain. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dragged one of your hands down his back, your nails reassuring him just how much you were enjoying it. He laced his hand through your other one and held it against the mattress, the cold feeling of your ring making his lips turn up into a smirk.

What good was it doing then?

“Rem,” you whimpered. “God Rem.”

He looked down at you and noticed you had tears in your eyes. “Do you... want me to slow down?”

“No, please don’t, please don’t,” you replied. “It’s so good.”

“Anything for you love,” he whispered, his breathing hard.

He rested his forehead on yours and continued as long as he could, which wasn’t as long as he would’ve wanted. How was he supposed to last long though? You were so warm, so soft, and extremely tight. The second you began pulsating around him, it was over. He came so hard he lost control of himself, his body collapsed on yours. For a few seconds he swore he couldn’t breathe, his eyes were squeezed shut. But he composed himself as best as he could and moved off you to throw the condom away.

When it was done, he laid back down next to you and pulled his sheets over your naked bodies. The realization hit him. You were no longer a virgin, and he was the reason. A sense of pride filled his chest, but along with that was a feeling of compassion. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“Aside from sore, nothing. It’s so strange, I always thought it would be a monumental moment in my life but it’s not. I’m still the same,” you answered.

He nodded. “I’m glad. So, you don’t feel any regret or anything?”

“No, do you?”

“Of course not, why would I ever regret shagging you?” He laughed.

You softly chuckled and looked up at him, your face red. “Sorry, that was stupid.”

“The sex or what I said?”

“What you said,” you replied. You turned your head and lifted your hands, a strange look on your face. “I suppose it’s time to take this off.”

“Oh, right,” he said, pretending to not care.

You pulled the ring off your finger and turned back to him, a smile on your face. “This belongs to you now, though I think I should take it home with me once summer comes. You know, so my parents don’t freak out.”

Remus took the ring from you, an indescribable feeling forming inside him. After everything, it was finally his. He’d imagined this moment many times, but never did he imagine just how victorious it would feel. The ring belonged to him now, his eyes shifted, and so did you. He placed it on his nightstand and smiled.

“I’m honored, thank you.”

You pressed yourself closer to him. “Out of every boy here Remus you’re the only one who deserves it, thank you.”

He placed a kiss on your head before falling back on the mattress, his eyes finding the ring once again.

He won.

~~~

The next day, despite still having agreed to keep things secret and unofficial, Remus did something that said the opposite of your relationship. He got ready for the day like normal, except for two aspects. One, he had to hold Sirius’s hair back as he threw up in the toilet from his hangover. And two, he wore a chain over his shirt and tie. It wasn’t just a chain though. No. It was a chain that had your ring dangling on it. He wore it like a prize, one for everyone to see.

He made his way down to the great hall for breakfast with a swing in his step and a small smile on his lips despite Sirius’s nagging to go back to bed. When he entered the great hall, he kept a straight face. Even when he caught your wide eyes, even when he heard Mary and Lily’s loud gasps, and even when James started to question him.

“You shagged y/n?” He questioned. “I didn’t even know the two of you were close. When did this happen?”

Remus only shrugged. “I dunno what you mean.”

It wasn’t until later in the day during History of Magic that he finally got a chance to speak to you. He felt a bit off as it was noticeable how uncomfortable you were sitting next to him. Lily and Mary gave him odd looks, almost as if they were disappointed in him. He didn’t care for their opinions though, yours was the only one that mattered.

“Hey,” he said after a minute or two. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” you replied, not turning your head in his direction.

“Are you still sore?” He asked, his voice quieter. He glanced around the room, a few pairs of eyes were on the two of you, but none that had any real value. Still, he found it strange they were looking.

“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you answered.

He didn’t exactly know what to say. “Great.”

“Yeah.”

An awkward silence filled the air, Remus didn’t know what to make of it. You were acting differently. Were you regretting what happened? He didn’t think you did, at least, you hadn’t made any specific indicators that you did. Suddenly, his eyes fell to the chain around his neck and the realization hit him. You were uncomfortable because of the ring being on display. He felt terrible. Without another thought on it, he tucked the chain under his shirt, the cold temperature of it comforting in a way against his warm chest. Then, he looked back at you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his words genuine.

You bit down on your lip, your eyes still locked on the front of the classroom. “I- I don’t know what you’d have to be sorry for.”

“The ring I... I should’ve asked first before wearing it like this. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry for springing it on you like I did, really y/n I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable,” he explained.

“It’s fine.” You shifted. “But now... not everyone knows. And I... I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. You can tell me how you feel y/n, I would never tell anyone or judge you.” And it was true, he never would. He cared about you, more than he initially thought.

You finally turned your head to look at him. Your expression spoke for itself. You were hurt. It made something in his chest twist. “I suppose that I liked this being just... ours.”

“It still can be.”

“Can it? I mean, it feels like everyone knows now. Lily and Mary know, I assume James, Sirius, and Peter do as well. I hate the attention.” You fumbled with your fingers. “Did you... tell them anything?”

“No, nothing,” he answered. “Have you?”

“I just told Lily and Mary that nothing happened and that it was a coincidence. But... I don’t think they believe me,” you mumbled in a tone they couldn’t possibly have heard.

He licked his lips and sighed. “Then we’ll just both deny it, they can’t prove anything. I’ll keep the ring hidden and we don’t have to keep doing anything.”

Your face changed. “Oh. You don’t... you don’t want to anymore?”

“No, I do, but I thought you didn’t want to. Do you still want to?” There was hope in his voice. He assumed you wanted to be done, based on your body language at least. But the way you looked at him then spoke otherwise.

“I mean... yeah if that’s okay,” you said shyly, your cheeks turning red.

Ah, right again.

He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. “So, we will, it’s settled.”

“It is.”

Victory was a good feeling. You were finally his. His to taint, his to please, his to use. He touched a hand to his chest and felt the ring through the fabric of his shirt. It felt good. Very good. And who knows, perhaps one day you'd be his girlfriend.

He looked down at you.

You probably would be his girlfriend.

He smiled again.

~~~

@misacc08 @whotfskai

[pan-annigans]

Jay x Nya: best ship!!!

Zane x Pixal: they are soulmates and no one can say otherwise.

Kai x Skylor: the two of them balance each other well, plus seeing Kai get all lovey-dovey around Skylor is just cute.

Lloyd x Akita: Akita likes Lloyd for himself and isn’t interested in his status as the Green Ninja, she just might be the one person he could be with without having to worry about keeping up appearances.

Cole x Vania: they’re just great together (as lovers or as friends), their dynamic is sweet and both admire and encourage each other with just simple honest words.

hi!! thank you so much!

I'm going to post art for all of these, along with a few of my thoughts on the ships that have been sent to me. Just for funsies :)

Fun fact, I used to hate Jaya. I thought it was really forced in the canon, and Jay's really obsessive behavior that is the catalyst for all of the events in Skybound always really bothered me? But tumblr has completely turned me around on this ship. They have their moments in canon, but in fanon they're really wonderful. thanks tumblr <3

these two...... 🥺they are really good i will admit. I'm a big fan of glaciershipping myself and I tend to prefer it over pixane, but these two are so lovely to each other and i totally see the appeal. I just wish pixal wasn't so sidelined in the canon fr what were they doing with her character??? let her be around more often let her and zane be sweet together. please smh

SKYLOR ALSO HAS NOTHING TO DO MOST OF THE TIME-- honestly this show sidelines like all of its female characters so hard. but these two are great toooo theyre sweeeet 😊 i just wish skylor was used for more than cameos. i like that she's the only one that can consistently shake kai's ego it's a great dynamic

lloyd and akita!! i'm gonna be so real with you guys i forget about akita so often ;v; which is a shame... i give her the award for most sidelined female character because she existed for half a season. but she and lloyd are sweet! I don't tend to ship lloyd with anyone personally, but i do love that they meet under the circumstances of "lloyd is in a world where his name and status mean nothing so he has no pressure to perform". it's a fantastic break for him. holy shit he deserves it

im gonna be so honest with all of you um. i actually. havent seen MotM yet. i was in the middle of my rewatch, and i got up to the point i stopped, right before MotM, and then Netflix changed their watch policies. and then of course i got busy

but from what i've seen of these two in fanon they seem alright! I usually prefer them in other wlw or mlm ships because of ONE ninjago vine compliation thing i saw with the two of them as this one tiktok and i've never been able to think of them as a couple since then. But they seem like they have a lovely friendship, whether that ends up turning to romance or not!

Thank you so much for sending me an ask, this was a lot of fun and I got to draw a lot of characters that I've never drawn before! To those of you who have sent me asks and reblogs and comments on the original post, I will be working through all of them in chronological order from when I received them in my activity tab :)

[minaturefics]

In My Place

Request: hey ! 🥰 i was wondering if as a fic, you could write about maybe the reader and aragorn being friends for a long time and when the fellowship forms, the reader starts to form a friendship w boromir too, except aragorn starts to get a little jealous, and he and the reader are at odds w each other? but then the group gets attacked and split up, and aragorn kinda reveals how he feels while they’re arguing and looking for the rest of the group? @sebstanshit

A/N: This came out angstier than I thought it would, but I hope you enjoy it all the same! Also 100% convinced Aragorn can be a little bitch when he wants to be ("and i will die as one of them" smh legolas was talking in elvish for a reason aragorn)

Aragorn x Reader

Gender-neutral reader

No content warnings

3k words

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The cool evening air blew through the open window of Aragorn’s rooms, and with it came the faint sound of music from Elrond’s Halls. The scent of rosemary lingered in the air, the sprig still floating in the wash basin in the corner. You leaned back on the wall, your arms crossed over your chest, and watched Aragorn fiddle with his hair. His fingers carded through the damp strands, untangling and smoothing the locks so accustomed to neglect. 

Your fingers twitched. How easy it would be to cross the room, to offer to help him. A few paces and you would be by his side. A few paces, and the distance you tried so hard to maintain would vanish under your feet. You shifted and tore your eyes away from him. It could not be. Could never be. Aragorn was a friend, and that was enough.

“What is the matter, my friend?” Aragorn glanced over his shoulder. “If you are impatient to join the party, please go ahead. I will be there soon.”

How could you tell him? What words could possibly convey the maddening desire to be near him? The constant pull at your heart and tug at your limbs, the draw of your gaze to his hands, his eyes, his lips. 

You nodded and forced a smile onto your face. “I will leave you to your battles.”

You slipped out of his room and down the open corridor towards the farewell celebration. Owls hooted in the distance, and crickets chirped in the bushes nearby. You inhaled, sucking in the comforting smell of pine. When did the silent torture of his presence start? A few months? A year? 

All you knew was that a month ago you had reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm, and when his own hand came to rest on top of yours, you felt as if you wanted to stay there, enfolded in his touch. 

You had ripped your hand back, had turned from him and fled. 

You were no fool. You knew how others looked at him, how their eyes would linger on his form, how they spoke of him when he was not around. How could you compare to any of them? Aragorn was an heir, a king. You were just another orphan, common as the daisies in the fields. It was only by sheer chance and Elrond’s kindness that you found your way to his side. 

Ever the constant companion, ever the unwavering friend. No one else knew how he liked his pipe filled, how he favoured his left just ever so slightly when he fought, how he sometimes dreamed of his father’s voice. 

You shook your head and took another breath. It would be no good showing up to the party bitter and brooding. You rounded the corner into one of the empty halls and stumbled into someone. Warm arms came around you, steadying.

“Forgive me, I was not watching where I was going,” Boromir said, a rueful smile on his face. 

“I am equally at fault, my lord.” You stepped back and straightened your robes. “Are you not attending the party?”

“I am on my way there, but I must admit that I am lost. Lord Elrond’s halls are maze-like, and I am unfamiliar with them.” He chuckled. “My companions left me to wrangle my hair so I had no one to guide me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You are not the only one who suffered such a fate. I have just abandoned my friend to his tangles.”

“It seems that we are well matched then! Seeing as you have deserted your companions and I have been deserted by mine. I trust you know the way?”

“We have just a few more rooms to pass through and we shall be there.” You started and he fell in step with you. 

“I am looking forward to a good celebration, even if it is one for our leaving. Valar knows we all could use some cheer.” He flashed another smile at you and you felt your lips curl up. “And those halflings, the hobbits, I expect they shall be good fun.”

You thought of the troublemaking hobbits unknowingly shocking the elves with some Shire custom. “I expect they will be dancing on the tables and making a fine mess of Elrond’s hall.”

“They are good additions to the Fellowship, I think.”

You arched a brow at him. “You do not think they will slow us down? Or are unnecessary burdens?”

Aragorn had expressed such a thought to you, worried that they may not be fit for such a journey.

“Perhaps, but swords and bows are not the only things that win battles. A little bit of hope and joy can be the difference between a person choosing to stay down, defeated, or to stand up, determined.”

You glanced at him, heart lifting at his words. Hope and joy. Perhaps you could afford some of that, some lightness, some cheer. Perhaps you shall never have Aragorn, perhaps the world will be engulfed in darkness. But there was still happiness to be had. 

The music grew louder and the both of you approached the open door. Merry and Pippin were dancing, arms linked, while the elves looked on with amused smiles. 

“I see we have not missed too much,” Boromir said, laughing. “Those little hobbits are yet to raise any hell.”

He looked at you, mirth in his eyes and you chuckled. “Perhaps we could be persuasive.”

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The late evening sun streamed through the trees and casted the forest in a soft gold. Aragorn trudged through the shrubs and bushes, twigs snapping under his heavy steps. Behind him the hobbits chatted, comparing recipes, and further behind, you were speaking to Boromir. Your laugh rang out in the air, one of pure joy and happiness. 

He fought the urge to glance behind, to see your smiling face, and he ground down on his teeth. After a month of your shifting eyes and feeble smiles, all it took was Boromir’s arrival to change that. 

Aragorn had tried all he knew to cheer you but you had been determined to evade him with every attempt. His invitations to walk in the wilds went rebuffed more often than not, and his little dry comments about things had not elicited anything more than a forced smile from you. 

What had happened? For it seemed that one evening you were fine, and the next you were not. You had made your excuses to him, fatigue from the constant scouting, fear for what lay ahead. But it seemed that all that vanished when you were in the company of other people. That evening at the farewell party in Rivendell had only served to confirm his observations. 

You had been standing close to Boromir, clapping along to the music, and when he had slung his arm over your shoulder and drew you in, you did not recoil. All night long, you had laughed at Boromir’s words, had nudged him with your elbow when the hobbits beckoned him to join them, had shared his goblet of wine when you had misplaced your own. 

How strange it was, for Aragorn to see the both of you the way he expected others had seen you and him before. Was his place not there, where Boromir had been standing?

Ever the constant companion, ever the unwavering friend. No one else knew how you would raid the kitchens at night for food, how you would sing little made up songs when you thought you were alone, how you traced the scar on your arm when you were nervous. 

Was it possible that you had seen what was in his eyes, the adoration plain on his face, and were repulsed? He had tried his best to disguise it, to keep hidden the tenderness in his heart. But from the way Elrond would sometimes look at him, compassion mingled with amusement, he sensed perhaps he was not as successful as he thought. 

He had thought of speaking to you, but the words never came. His eyes would linger on your face, on the line of your nose or the curve of your lips, and when you looked up at him, head tilted in question, all he could do was shake his head and look away. How could he burden you with his love? Risk confining you to a throne when he knew you belonged out here in the wilds?

He could never have you, so what good would it do to have the words spoken?

“Aragorn,” you called and he blinked out of his thoughts, turning. 

The hobbits were leaning on each other, cheeks flushed and foreheads sweaty. Legolas and Gimli were circling the small clearing, and you and Boromir were frowning at him. 

“What is the matter?” His eyes darted between his companions. “Why have we stopped?”

“We have tried to call you twice,” you said. “We are all weary, it is best if we camp here for the night.”

Aragorn glanced at the woods, the darkness growing closer as night began to fall. “We should walk another hour or so. We can light torches if we must.”

“Aragorn, there is little point. It is better to rest well and start early tomorrow.”

“I agree,” Boromir said, laying a hand on your shoulder. 

Aragron’s heart twisted at the sight. He opened his mouth to protest, to mention the urgency of the quest, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Legolas slowly shake his head. He exhaled, willing the tension in his chest and shoulders to ease. “Very well, but we leave at dawn.”

The hobbits gave each other tired smiles and went about setting up camp. Aragorn sat down against a tree and rummaged through his pack. Footsteps approached and he looked up to see you walking towards him. 

“Are you alright, Aragorn? You seem ill at ease.”

What could he say? What words could convey the wretched ache in his chest when he saw you with Boromir? When he looked at you and saw the ghost of himself by your side where Boromir was. 

He shook his head. “I am simply weary.”

“Boromir mentioned teaching us some game he and his brother contrived to entertain themselves as children. It involves twigs and pebbles I believe. Would you care to join us?”

“No, I am alright as I am.”

You glanced back to where Boromir was teaching Legolas. The elf knocked two twigs together hesitantly, his brows furrowed in confusion. Merry flicked a rock at Sam who tossed it back. A smile crept onto your face. “Are you certain? It will be quite fun, I imagine.”

Fun. When was the last time he allowed himself such a thing? Years ago, perhaps, running wild and feral through the woods with you. Back when crowns and kings did not matter, where shadow and doom did not loom so close. He could not afford such a thing, but that was no reason to deprive you of it. 

He nodded towards Boromir and forced a smile. “You better go or you will miss out.”

He watched you kneel beside Legolas, watched Pippin lean against your shoulder, and tried not to stare as you looked up and smiled at Boromir. 

--

The clash of steel rang out in the air. You reached into your quiver and knocked your last arrow to your bow. Aragorn was behind you, fighting off one of the orcs. Another one made its way towards you, lumbering in its heavy armour as it stepped over the bloodied bodies of its company. You took a breath and let your arrow fly. 

It hit its mark true, the arrow protruding from its neck. The orc let out a spluttering cry as its eyes rolled back. It fell to its knees and you turned to look behind you. 

The orc lay dead at Aragorn’s feet and he cleaned his blade before sheathing it. How handsome he looked, windswept and flushed from battle, his eyes bright and his lips parted. A stray leaf was lodged in his hair and your fingers longed to pluck it out. 

He turned to you, a grim smile on his face. “It has been some time since we fought together, has it not?”

“Our luck has run out,” you grimaced, walking over to him. “The Enemy has found us.”

He looked around, eyes darting between the trees. “They have led us away from the rest. I suspect that was what they intended all along.”

“We should find them, head back to camp.”

He nodded. “I fear for the hobbits, especially Frodo. I worry what may happen if he and Boromir are alone.”

You frowned at him. “What do you imply?”

“You saw the way he looked at the ring on Caradhras. I fear he will not be able to resist the temptation.”

Your stomach lurched at the thought of Boromir trying to tear the ring from Frodo. Laughing, cheerful Boromir, driven to madness by the cursed thing. “What you fear may not come to pass. Let us go.”

You found your bearings and started towards the camp. Aragorn walked next to you, his shoulders tight and his face drawn. There was something on his mind, you knew. It was the slight puckering of his lips, the subtle sucking in of his cheeks. Something on his mind he was trying very hard not to speak. 

“What is it, my friend? I know that look.”

He glanced at you, face pained before he let out a long breath. “I wish you would not let your feelings for Boromir cloud your judgement.”

You blinked at him. Your feelings for Boromir? Was it such a terrible thing to have some faith in a friend? “Cloud my judgement? We are his companions, we should have more trust.”

“Your trust in him does not extend to mine.”

What did Aragorn mean by that? Was he aware of something you were not?

Ever since the fellowship left Rivendell he had been cold and distant to Boromir. Aragorn only ever spoke to him when he needed to, his tone short and clipped. Boromir had asked you about it once, but you could not offer any explanation for Aragorn’s behaviour. Perhaps the presence of the steward’s son was too strong of a reminder of the throne he was fated to take. 

But that did little to explain his disposition towards you. Since the journey began it felt as though an undercurrent of disharmony ran between you and him. Insisting on walking more instead of resting, arguing over which clearing would be better for camp, declining the buttered mushrooms you knew he loved. 

Even your attempts to coax it out of him by the fireside yielded little more than a few dismissive words. Why, after so many years, did he decide to shut you out? At a time where trust and faith were needed the most? You shook your head and sighed. 

“Aragorn, you have been in a foul mood since we left Rivendell. What has been on your mind?” His jaw tensed and he glanced away. 

“It is nothing.”

You let out a mirthless laugh. “Have you also lost your trust in me?”

Aragorn stopped and turned to face you. His grey eyes were stormy and his lips were twisted. “Have you lost your trust in me?”

“What do you mean?” You crossed your arms, frown growing on your face.

“For weeks, you have been sullen. You refuse to confide in me, you reject my attempts at cheering you.” He glanced away and let out a sharp exhale. “And yet when Boromir arrived, it took little more than a few days for the both of you to become fast friends.”

You blinked at him. He was bothered by your closeness with Boromir? 

“If I have betrayed your trust in some way, you should have told me,” he said, voice a little lower. “I do not have your love, I know, but it is far too difficult to also lose your friendship.”

What was he saying? Why did he sound so resigned, so bitter? “Aragorn—”

He sighed. “It is out at last. My words, my feelings.”

Your heart raced in your chest. His feelings? Aragorn felt for you what you did for him? All this while he had shared in your feelings of longing. Had you missed his glances, so wrapped up in your own pain? So determined not to love him that whatever tenderness he might have shown was lost to you.

You took a steadying breath. “You have never lost my friendship, and you have always had my love.”

His eyes snapped to yours, the irritation melting away into confusion. His frown softened and his jaw grew slack. His lips parted and closed, and he shook his head. “How can this be?”

You reached up, hand trembling, and cupped his cheek. His skin was warm, his beard rough. He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. You stroked his cheek with your thumb, relishing the feel of him under your hand. You tugged gently and he brought his forehead to yours. You inhaled his scent, musk and moss, pipeweed and woodsmoke. 

“I fear I have been foolish,” he whispered. “I had thought you and Boromir… You have been so distant of late.”

“I have been foolish as well. I thought if I was not so close to you, it would ease my aching heart.”

He drew back and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Did it work, meleth nin?”

You chuckled. “It only served to make it worse.”

He beamed at you but his expression sobered. “The throne—”

“Aragorn, my place is here with you. No matter where you may go. I am more worried about what people may say. I am not…”

“I do not care,” he muttered and brought his lips to your forehead. “I would not be parted from you.”

“Then do not be parted from me.” You reached for his hand and squeezed. His eyes were bright and a smile lingered on his lips. His arms came around you, strong and safe, and you tucked your nose into his neck. He leaned against you, the tension melting away from his shoulders. 

 “Come,” he said, pulling back. “We have tarried too long. I do fear for the hobbits. They are ill-equipped to defend themselves.”

You reached for the leaf in his hair, a smile growing on your face. He caught your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm. “Then let us hurry. We will have our time later.”

“Yes,” he muttered, his eyes meeting yours, soft and full of promise. “We will have our time.”

[venbetta]

You asked for some freaky Friday prompts sooo

•I’ve noticed that Monty (ingame) seems to be significantly stronger then the other gang, i wonder if Freddy is struggling with getting used to that- like has bro tried to open a door and took the handle off too?

•Freddy reading “how to pay bass for dummies” books and “golfing for beginners” magazines… then someone stumbles into “Monty” reading them and is ultra confused

•Visa versa, I wonder if Monty is struggling to get used to having a weaker body. Like, does he try to lift boxes and realize he’s not strong enough to actually lift them…then he gets stuck cause he’s too weak to lift it, but too stubborn to drop it smh

•This doesn’t have much to do with the strength thing, but Monty just, not having the magic touch with crayons and keeps snapping them.

•Both of them having a hard time signing each others signatures. Like a kid comes up and wants his PizzaPlex refillable cup to be signed by Monty, and freeddy just takes a looong time to do it, while glancing up at the neon signs of Monty’s signature everywhere. Same goes for Monty out in Fazerblaster hehehe

•OHH, both of them getting annoyed at the music playing in their respective areas and missing the music of their original areas :) or maybe enjoying the change of pace idk

Anyway sorry these blorbos live rent feee in my head

Love ur comic SO MUCH!! Take you time, make some tea, get some fresh air, take care of yo self ❤️

*eats*

The fact that some of these are prompts I've never thought of LMAO I'm definitely gonna draw some of those gags

I'll definitely take care, I'm taking my time with this 💜

[thesoulbox]

They are so stinkie I love them <333 I needed to animate this between the two of them even though I know their interactions probably aren't this friendly or sweet (I've never read the story since I don't have the book, I am a true idiot)

I needed to make up for christmas stuff (This audio is from Rudolph) and I needed to make up for the fact that I've been psychologically torturing them in the story and I should probably be nicer to them LMFAO

But OMG guys I hope you enjoy my Beckory chemical spill I just wanted to draw them both doin the sillies like a bunch of cinnamon rolls smh. For anyone that's wondering Gregory's eyes have a slight bit of purple to them at first and that's what Tony is commenting on, his eyes go somewhat back to normal though at the end of their interaction :)

[feeble-minded-little-gay]

Part 2

<<FIRST • <PREVIOUS • NEXT>

For info about my AU, check out the pinned post

ughh we deserved Boom Rouge

also please for the love of everything don’t tag as a ship

(read more for context)

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anyway, just a few important things: as I mentioned before, there’s a 2 year time jump and in that gap is where Shadow meets Rouge. she was able to get him out of his shell a little and get them to trust her. she eventually became something of an older sister-figure to Shadow (which he would never admit). naturally, when Rouge found out Shadow was living alone in a cave like some sort of animal, she was not bouta let them continue living like that (so in conclusion: roommates). oh yeah, Rouge has a house lmao which I didn’t draw smh. also Rouge didn’t have any big reason for moving to the village; just a jewel thief wanting someplace to call home

another short note: Shadow’s backstory is a bit different. since Boom (at least to my knowledge) doesn’t have any humans aside from Eggman, I’ve decided that the Ark stuff didn’t happen since this is a different universe. Shadow doesn’t really have as brooding of a backstory as before: just an extremely isolated teenager with some really good combat and survival skills. His backstory isn’t really relevant to the story (hence why it’s so vague), but feel free to theorize how he got these skills and ridiculously annoying inferiority complex. ALSO he’s mortal in this story, still has powers (which will be explained much later), and he doesn’t rely on inhibitors. so basically the rings are just a fashion choice in this universe

at this point you might be wondering what happened with team Sonic. so after their last confrontation, Shadow tries his best to avoid them because Sonic literally stunned him. like they deadass didn’t even know how to respond so they avoid confronting the issue. he still interacts with him though, but I’ll get into that more in the next part

as for how the gang feels about Rouge: she cool. they’re on pretty good terms and are grateful she kinda “brought Shadow to the light” a little bit. he’s still brooding, doesn’t quite get socials queues, and needlessly violent sometimes, but it’s certainly an improvement compared to how ruthless they were before

oh yeah, might be important to clarify how the gang feels about Shadow too. they’re kinda indifferent about him tbh (except maybe Sticks being a tad bit suspicious of him). Shadow, on the other hand, finds them incredibly annoying

[lindalofbroome]

03 - Animal

'Clinks are always hungry. And what does one mouse more or less matter to you now? Soon you will be far away, and your clinks will have the whole of Fleet to themselves.' [FitzFee said.] 'True,' Nanion admitted. 'So the wheel turns full circle. Clinks were here long before humans were. Why, Fleet was built in this spot because of the fine chimneys the clink colony had hollowed from the rocks. They will be have the whole of Fleet to themselves.' 'No. They'll miss the warmth of your fires and the comfort of your scraps.' THE THREE DOORS The Golden Door Ch 15 Fleet

this was only supposed to be a cute lil clink doodle but it was late at night when i started so i fell down the rabbit hole on this one, so behold my madman scrawlings once more ( '')/

honestly not that really a creature artist so had a bit of a tough time, but i did some a bit of research into irl animals that i could draw inspiration from

i tried to find out if there was any rodent or even just a mammal that could burrow or dig through rock, to no avail. but! there are molluscs that do! they're called boring bivalves, and it did take me a moment to click that they mean "bivalves that bore into rock" and not "check out this absolute snoozefest of a sea creature" lmaoo but yeah. they produce an acid that erodes the rock below them and they basically drill down.

when i initially thought about the clinks and their tunnel colonies, my only ideas were that they did just dig with their claws through the rock and it was soft enough or their claws were hard enough or they were patient enough to get through; or they cast acid attack lol. i didn't really like the acid idea tbh because it felt kinda cheap i guess? but then i remembered the skimmer venom.

and it made me think a little. like maybe the venom is a more evolved, more intense version, or even the same just increased capacity of that acid?

i did struggle so much comprehending where the venom spur is though, and this has happened so many time smh. like i have no idea why but in my brain it has always been at like, the elbow??? i dont know why. maybe because sometimes dragons have spurs there. but it's never said that in the books obviously. and then when i went to check it said "above the claws" and i just genuinely have no idea what that's supposed to mean lmao. i ended up drawing inspiration from the platypus's own venom spur, which did end up looking like i gave skimmers a thumb which i was trying to avoid but it is what it is.

oh yeah i briefly wondered if they ever like collected any venom?? i dont remember it specifically. tallus and sholto do seem the type to have done so. if we go with this headcanon train of thought, then i suppose it could be used in construction or whatnot to remove stone obstructions or something ya know? or you know. kill someone. aNYWAY

last thing is that in my researching for burrowing rodents, i ended up choosing the prairie dog for a base on the clink design, no particular reason why.

anyway boy what a plot point damn read the three doors

[divinegrey]

Could we get more sage,fade,reyna and viper x reader poly psldlpsplpsdlpslpslpsl

you know just because i like you and i love my ot4 of the valo mommies, here's some headcanons for you. you're WELCOME smh

POLY HEADCANONS | FADE, REYNA, SAGE, VIPER X F!READER

words: 1700 warnings: fluff, some spicy content that can be skipped, the worlds best polycule, sage being the actual mom, viper being daddy as fuck

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

How you ended up in a relationship with not two, not three, but four women who are technically your coworkers is beyond you. Regardless of how it began, it’s only made your already dangerous and hectic life just a little more stable. After all, at the end of the day, you have your girlfriends to go home to. 

Over time, you’ve noticed things about the dynamics of your girlfriends and how they treat each other and you in privacy compared to out in the open. 

For instance, Fade has always been singled out from the moment she arrived on the base, but you were one of the first to properly bring her into the fold. Sure, she might’ve exposed your private information, but bygones are bygones— you have better things to focus on. For that reason, Fade has a natural inclination to stick closer to you, remaining within your line of sight or somewhere nearby. 

Reyna, by nature, is naturally possessive over her territory, which includes you. If she’s around, expect her to be very close by. You never mind her presence— despite her outward disposition, she’s very warm to you in close quarters, speaking softly and with so much care it’s hard to believe she’s a frigid bitch otherwise (her words, not yours). 

Sage, the sweetheart that she is, usually acts very similar in public and in private, just with less PDA around others. She’s very shy when it comes to publicly displaying her affection (it’s a wonder that she’s dating Reyna, of all people). A simple holding of your hand and a smile is more than enough for her. 

Viper is, undoubtedly, the worst. She spends enough time shackled in her lab that you seek her out. Usually, she has a “no visitors allowed” sign in her lab, but you’re one of few exemptions. Viper is never the first to initiate any touching unless she’s in a very specific mood. Despite it, Viper does deeply care for you, even if it doesn’t show as strongly through her stone cold mask. 

Reyna and Sage have been dating for the longest— Reyna immediately drifted to the healer upon her arrival to the base, showering Sage with affection until the woman crumbled and fell for her. As such, the two of them are extremely close and the depths of their love run deeper than anything you know. 

Fade has a deep respect and love for Sage; when the Nightmares began to haunt her at the Protocol, Fade sought out anyone who could even try to understand her. That person was Sage, who saw Fade at the worst— shadows and nightmares trickling out of Fade’s eyes, whispers of death on the wall and in her mind— and took care of Fade. 

Viper and Fade share a close relationship that not even you understand. The two of them are platonic in public, but behind closed doors, they’re magnetic. They have conversations without even speaking, and the sexual tension between them is thicker than molasses on a stick. You’re not sure what draws them both to each other, and you’re not sure you wanna find out anyway. 

Reyna is such a whore for baiting Fade. After so much time, Reyna can’t bait Viper or Fade (or you) into reacting, but since Fade is still kinda new, she falls more easily into Reyna’s traps. More than once you’ve caught them angrily making out in the gym showers, and once, you saw Reyna flat on her back on the coffee table in the lounge room. (Poor Cypher. He has to erase all the evidence.)

Viper is never one to fall for Reyna’s tricks, but it doesn’t mean they don’t like each other. They hate-fucked so much that they ended up falling for each other. Viper is callous and cold enough to withstand even the worst of Reyna’s anger, and Reyna knows how to keep the snake at bay. Together, they keep each other in check, for better or worse. 

Sage constantly checks on Viper to ensure the scientist is eating and taking care of herself. It’s through this repeated process of attention that Viper let her walls down around the healer to experience emotions. The simple act of Sage caring was enough for Viper, and the two of them have always felt strongly for one another. 

With you in the mix, it’s a thousand times better. You have four different people you can go to when you need someone to talk to, someone to hug, someone to cry with, so on and so forth. Some people are better at some things, but one thing that continually surprises you is the dedication of these women. 

Fade remembers every single date of something important— your birthday, your anniversary with her, your anniversary with the others. She also memorizes your entire schedule ahead of time (what else is she supposed to do when she can’t sleep?) so she knows when to pull you away for a moment alone. 

Sage looks after you, on and off the battlefield. When you lead the charge with your teammates, Sage isn’t far behind. When you’re in need of a shoulder to cry on or some patching up, Sage is there with her soft words and soothing touch. 

Reyna would go to war for you the moment you’re in danger. The moment she hears you cry out in pain, her skin is turning translucent and she becomes a machine, unrelenting and unwilling to stop until every enemy is dead at her feet. Off the battlefield, Reyna showers you with love and attention in the form of flirty innuendos and whispers in your ear. 

Viper shows her affection through her actions rather than her words. If she sees you getting stressed, she’ll bring you tea and some food (you think better on a full stomach). If you’re frustrated, she’ll go with you to the shooting range to sweat it out. When you have trouble sleeping, Viper pulls you into her chest so you can hear the rhythm of her heart. 

KINDA SPICY HEADCANONS

First things first— sex is something that doesn’t need to happen, but looking at Reyna, we all know it’s bound to happen eventually. 

Surprise surprise, Reyna power bottoms. She’ll bully anyone and everyone into getting so mad that they rail her, which is exactly what she’s looking for. You recall a time where you witnessed Viper getting so pissed with Reyna’s interruptions in her lab that Viper fucked Reyna on the counter just so she would shut up. Reyna left with shaking legs and you were giggling in the corner the entire time. 

Fade is either or— she’s fine with being on the top or the bottom, whichever the situation calls for. With you, she enjoys both sides of the coin. Some days, Fade needs more gentleness, and others, Fade likes the aggression. No matter what the mood is, there’s always the guarantee of fun with Fade’s Radiant abilities giving her the power of tethering. 

Sage is the classic definition of someone you’d call Mommy (Reyna does it all the time). She’s the person who will break all your walls down before breaking you apart with an orgasm. She takes her time and savors every moment she can get with you, and if you’re into it, Sage will absolutely tie you up with pretty silk ropes. She has a set for each of you; hot pink for Reyna; a deep, rich red for Fade; emerald green for Viper; and whatever your favorite color is, she has it for you. 

Don’t ever expect to top Viper— she’s extremely dominant in the bedroom, getting off on the control she can exert over all of you. Having Reyna at her knees is a power trip all in itself. As for you, Viper pushes you past your limits until you’re nothing but a squirming mess on the bed, and if she’s in a mood, she’ll make you wait and busy herself with her work (or another person. Fade gets the brunt of it most of the time). 

AFTERCARE :)

Snuggling is a must. Viper, being second in command, has one of the larger rooms on the base, leading to group snuggle sessions in her bed. 

Fade likes being the little spoon. The pressure of everyone else around her does well to keep her nightmares away, and she likes to cling onto people’s shirts while she sleeps (Fade also drools, but vehemently denies this, despite physical evidence). Fade likes snuggling with Viper and Sage the most, but enjoys it with you and Reyna. 

Reyna can overheat easily (something about her Radianite heart being overclocked) and likes to sleep on the edge so she can have her arms hanging off the side and the fan aimed at her on full blast. That being said, she will be the big spoon if needed, and often has a hand touching someone just to ground herself to reality. 

Sage loves being a little spoon or a big spoon, or just letting people lay on top of her. She enjoys all of it, and her favorite activity is playing with hair. Fade and Reyna will wake up with braids sometimes, and they always know who the culprit is. Sage big spoons often for Fade, so you like to big spoon Fade from the other angle and create a sandwich. 

Viper goes off onto the other edge of the bed. She sleeps in corpse pose, which is both terrifying and hilarious. Snuggling her is simply resting your head on her chest and holding her hand. Viper is prone to twitching in her sleep (stress jitters, as Sage would say) so sometimes you get jerked awake only to see Viper still passed out. 

When you’re not all snuggling together, sometimes you’ll escape into their rooms with them for a night alone. Fade has cats that sleep in her room and they love snuggling. Viper needs her alone time, and so does Reyna, but Sage is always more than happy to open up her bed for snuggles.

~~~~~ A/N: i wrote most of this in math class at uni, cheers!

[wondashoever]

Bonus: Added to my collection mwaha (-1 because I didn't have space but shhh)

HELLO ?!?!??!?!??????????? THIS IS SO CUTE IM IMPLODING BYE

giggling kicking my feet

TH FIRST ONE HHHH LONG HAIRED KASA MY BELOVED HE LOOJS SO SERENE AND CALM WHATT reminnds me of kanade (in a good way) actually !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and the way you colour on PAPER is so SMOOTH ??!?!?!??????? '

THE SECOND ONE MIGHT BE MY FAVE (i love them all) THE COLOURS HHFFRRGGH I LOVE HIS EYES AND HAIR (can i draw him pspspddskpspspspspspspps) THE OUTFIT RGHRGCDWHGFEDHJ

AND THE THIRD ONE HES SO CUTEVER THE GRADIENT JACKET HELLO??????????????????????????????????????!!!! IM ASCENDING his fluffy hair i want to TOUCH IT I BET IT FEELS LIKE SOFT WARM PLUSH ITS LOOKS SO COTTON CANDY TEXTURED

i love how you draw starkasa he looks so smiley and innocent like he could never do anything wrong !!!!!!!! (i ACTUALLY have an au all planned out for HIM alr like i thought rui kamishiro was my favourite character smh/j) i wonder what his personality would be like !! haahahahahhahahaha,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i bet hes a real nice guy,,,,,,,,, definitely not a menace

[pinayelf]

❤️ Self-Rec Tag Game ❤️

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

I've finally gotten around to this! Thank you for the tag @shivunin, this is such a wonderful idea <3

Something you absolutely adore

Brown Eyes Looking Into Browner Eyes

Not to toot my own horn (lol I know that's the point of the tag game), but I consider this my magnum opus of 2022. It was the first time I fully incorporated lighting onto a full-piece and I was so proud of how it came out. Seeing all the wonderful comments of ppl loving it meant to much to me :') Also I continue to push my brown eyes supremacy propaganda lmao

The rest under the cut!

Something that was challenging to create

Cullen and Immy's babies

Backgrounds are always a challenge for me, full illustrations are in general (sighs in wanting to be a portrait artist then changing my mind & deciding I wanna be an illustrator smh) especially when there's multiple characters in one and there's 5 in this. The whole process of thinking about every aspect - lighting, color palette, poses, dynamics, perspective jmfidi is SO MUCH. But I really wanted to do this because I wanted a full family illustration of Immy and Cullen w/ their bbs. I don't think it's perfect but me finishing it and actually DOING it helps in going forward.

Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably) 

Baby Ilao

Uh-oh, more Cullen x Immy baby content lol. Cullen and Immy's post-Trespasser's life (my hc of it) is my comfort place. I've never cared about giving OCs babies until I romanced Cullen w Immy and now it's all I can think about ;-; The two of them as mamae and papae just make me jmfidijf and baby Ilao is my absolute beloved even tho she's a menace <3 (Papae Cullen does things to my heart ;-;)

Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.)

Sinag 2.0

I made Sinag when I was 22, and since I'm 28 now, I've changed quite a bit since then. I've revamped her recently because I've been feeling disconnected with her and I think this helped me find her voice again. So ofc, I had to draw a new proper art piece of her. I was so worried this was going to come out awful because Dragon Age armor in general IS A DOOZY to draw lmao. I'm pleasantly surprised this came out decently, Hawke's armor made me dizzy looking at it lol.

Something you want other people to see

Cullen x Immy as Jane and Bingley

I did a screencap redraw of Lizzie and Darcy as Amihan and Nate, so I decided why not do it with Cullen and Immy - cause I've always seen them as Jane and Bingley. It turned into a full study that took me three weeks (cryin) but I was really happy with how the environments turned out. I really SHOULD DO one again. I put blood sweat and tears into it so I kindly ask to Please Look lol ;-; <3

I've seen most ppl tagged so hopefully I don't double tag! Tagging: @feeshies @tatert07s @cairamelcoffee @sunflowerdales

No pressure ofc <3

[whirltherescuebot]

Wedgeshot angst part 2 (now fluff smh)

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Hotshot awoke at 12am sharp, uncurling from his feathered ball. Whirl was positioned beside him, her wings stretched over him. 

He glanced around, noticing a faint light from the hallway. He wasn’t bothered at first, it was probably just Heatwave checking on the recruits; as he slowly began to fall back into his slumbers, a quiet humming filled his hearing sensors. Now it couldn’t be Heatwave, he would have guessed Blades if he wasn’t out on a mission with Bumblebee. 

Poking out from under Whirl’s wing once again, he carefully lifted her wing and softly moved himself off the couch as to not disturb the sleeping dragon. 

Hotshot crept over to the doorway that lead to the halls, peaking around the corner. He noticed Wedge’s door wide open; crumbled paper balls pilled at the entrance. The humming seemed louder now..was it Wedge or was he just hearing things? 

Inching closer, he tried to avoid stepping on the trashed papers with a calm groan. He peeped inside observing Wedge sitting criss–cross on the floor, papers surrounding him, and a beautiful hum coming from his lips. Hotshot squinted, trying to see what the furball was doing; Wedge was tapping a pencil on his knee and staring down at a piece of paper with a messy drawing on it. 

Suddenly Wedge stopped humming and Hotshot pushed himself onto the wall right beside the doorway, praying to prime that Wedge wouldn’t come out and look to the right. 

He heard the sound of stomping and Wedge appeared at the open door, grabbing one of the thrown papers and turning back into his room. 

A sigh of relief escaped Hotshot. He covered his face with his hands, realizing how stupid he looked waiting outside Wedge’s room.

Hotshot forced himself infront of Wedge’s room and knock on the wall. 

Wedge whipped around, his tail stuck straight up in alert, and his eyes widened. 

“Oh… Hotshot.” He hissed, curling his tail around all the lose papers and pushing them into a pile hidden behind him.

“Hey Wedge..” Hotshot stepped inside, his arms crossed.

Wedge looked around with a flustered look. He held a firm grip on his drawing.

“What’d you got there?” Hotshot pointed to the drawing in his paws.

“Nothing…” 

The room went silent.

“Look…I’m sorry about what I said, I don’t know what overcame me. I was just angry..I’m really sorry…” 

Wedge stood up still keeping the drawing close to him. “Hotshot. It’s fine if you see me as a decepticon...I’ll never be seen a rescue bot. I can’t just leave a life I’ve lived for years and expect to forget it. It sticks to me like a virus. I know you guys still don’t trust me..I don’t even trust myself.” His eyes filled with sorrow.

Hotshot stepped closer, standing 1 foot away from him. “Wedge. I don’t see you as a decepticon..I see you as my teammate..a rescue bot recruit! Everyone here sees you as who you are.” He held Wedge’s paw, a smile crossing his face. 

Wedge stared into his eyes; softly grinning back at him. He slide his other paw to grip Hotshot’s free hand and his tail wagged. 

“Look who’s happy again!” 

“Oh shut up.” Wedge rolled his eyes as Hotshot giggled. “Your such an idiot.”

“I’m the best idiot!” Hotshot fluttered his wings.

“Thank you.”

Hotshot gave Wedge a confused look. “What?”

“Thank you for staying with me.” Wedge placed his forehead on Hotshot’s; his eyes shut tight. Hotshot’s face brightened with a sharp red blush, tightening his hold on Wedge’s paws. 

“Of course.” Hotshot wrapped his wings around Wedge. “Hey..I wanted to let you know that..” Wedge interrupted him with loud snoring. “Oh..” He sighed.

Hotshot tried to carry Wedge over to his beanbag, almost tripping on his long flopped tail. Once he reached his target, he gently placed the sleeping Wedge on the soft surface. 

He looked around, wondering where the drawing Wedge was gripping onto had went; somehow Wedge managed to shove it into his metals, so Hotshot pulled it out and unfolded it.

It was a messy drawing of him standing beside Hotshot, giving him a flower. 

“Aw..” Hotshot placed the drawing on Wedge’s desk; looking back at the slumbering furball. He smiled in defeat; trudging over to the beanbag, and cuddling with Wedge. He stretched his wings over the two of them and briskly fell back asleep with the warmth of Wedge beside him.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

YAY THANKS FOR READING :3

Honestly, I missed writing lmao. Anyway apologizes for any mistakes, I'm not the best with grammar and spelling :(

[cryspymf]

YAKSHA LORE !!!

spoilers : 2.7 quest stuff in general

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In case anyone is wondering, my favorite part of genshin lore is mostly the Liyue related stuff, yakshas in particular. I love angst, it’s the first thing I look for in game storylines, books, fanfics, characters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Gives me a nice fuzzy feeling lol The whole story of the yaksha and Xiao’s ✨traumatic✨ life draws me in so easily. I have a whole google doc that’s all just my yaksha theory stuff (a lot that was either confirmed or debunked(?) when I did the quest today lol) BUT that’s not the point! THIS EVENT FILLED SOMETHING IN MY HEART IVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR AH I love the yakshas so this entire event has been a blast knowing what it’s about.

I very much so enjoyed each tiny cutscene, all the characters I never thought would interact interacting. I’m sad Itto and Xiao didn’t have a bigger interaction. I love Itto’s whole big brother vibe towards Xiao and I would enjoy a relationship with them where Itto kinda fills a bit of the hole that Xiao’s yaksha siblings left behind after they died.

I really felt like the whole time Xiao was kinda just over it. He wanted to either save or have closure with Bosacius leaving. He didn’t want his friends (a word I think he’s slowly getting comfortable with once again) to die, so he felt like the easiest solution was to sacrifice himself.

I feel like I shouldn’t be saying this because it’s literally Xiao contemplating death but uh he looks so fucking pretty at this part. The way he looks up, lowkey majestic, I love him.

That aside you can tell he thought for a quick moment, probably more “I wonder if I can do it.” rather than “I wonder if I should sacrifice myself to do it.” Mans do not care about himself and he makes it obvious to everyone.

I really enjoyed the moment when Yelan just went ham on him for even considering to sacrifice himself. She didn’t hold back and didn’t try the whole “bUt PeOpLe WiLL miSs YoU!” shit. She said it like a slap to the face and it clearly got through to him. Your sacrifice isn’t worth it if everybody can’t get out, including you. She even pointed out his whole tough exterior being a cover up. While it’s obvious Xiao is a strong much more elite being than others, despite not being a human, he’s still a person, someone with thoughts a feelings and Yelan indirectly pointing that out did make me appreciate her character a little more. She has an interesting approach with those she cares about and knows she can trust that I can somewhat respect.

For some context, I don’t enjoy Yelan’s attitude, her whole “I’m better than everyone because I have experience and trauma” vibes bothers me, but there are things here and there that make me appreciate the tiny details in her character. I’ve yet to do her story quest so mayhaps I will change my mind if it gives us a bit of a better glimpse into her character.

That also brings me to this. WHEN I TELL YOU I ALMOST SOBBED- Again, I don’t like Yelan, but this look on her face made me b r e a k- She barley knows Xiao, but the thought of losing an ally, someone she recognizes her friends value, makes her crumble. It felt very unusual to see her make that face, even though we the players also haven’t known her very long. Xiao u heart breaker smh

The entire cutscene was fucking gorgeous, I loved every moment (kind of, the red blobs were kinda confusing and I was like bro ok I get it they’re fighting while doing this, move on). Aether animated in cutscenes always makes me happy lol he’s so bouncy and excited, ready to fight. Paimon just chillin cause she don’t know wtf to do. Zhongli saving Xiao actually didn’t happen how I thought or wanted it to,,, I had it spoiled for me that he saved him but the way he saved him was kinda lackluster to me ig. While I do think it was really pretty and well done, still a great way for that scene to end, I was still kind of hoping for a lil more dramatics on Zhongli’s side. I suppose he’s not much of a show off anymore  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think the whole Xiao’s father figure being Zhongli was in my head and I was like “What? No coming to his aid and heroically rescuing him in the same manner he saved us?

I do think it’s quite poetic to see the way he made no effort to prove it was him who helped other than looking down on Xiao before leaving. I bet he had a tiny smile on his face just as Xiao looked over at him. Xiao’s face looked so sweet. I can’t put a word to the face he made honestly. There was a hint of confusion, disbelief, surprise. Many emotions running thru his tiny little brain. I like seeing him properly animated, it’s nice to see actual expressions rather than the dull face he has as an npc most of the time. I hope we get some sort of scene where we (or even just Xiao) have another interaction about the whole event.

I want to say it’s my favorite part but it’s not lol The story of the yakshas just fueled my love for them though and it was so excited to actually get to learn more canon information about them. Watching theories get confirmed and sparking even more in the process was neat. I hope we eventually get to learn which yaksha is which other than Bosacius and Xiao of course. My favorite has to be the geo yaksha. Don’t know why ngl I actually thought he was quite ugly the first time I saw him and I was obsessed with the pyro one for the longest time but now he’s growing on me. I think he’s quite pretty and his voice is very calming (despite that we only got like a second of a voiceline from him, I tell you I overanalyze anything and this guys voice is included).

Tbh Bosacius ugliest sibling- no shame. The rest of them are so pretty and Bosacius....... pyro yaksha got me on my knees I swear. The hydro one is cute too I love her she sounds like a sweetheart.

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Alright I’m lowkey tired so that’s all I’ve got to say about the quest. I enjoyed it a lot and hope we get another yaksha centered quest to learn more!

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Crown of Midnight, day 8

50

Wow!

Wow!

(The dog is okay! Thank god!)

If there’s one thing that could make me like Chaol again, it’s the fact that he stopped at nothing to dive into a hellish dimension to rescue Fleetfoot.

Obviously I need some more detail about fae and what they are and why humans might fear and hate them.

If we’re going by ACOTAR rules, faeries never seemed to be all that different from humans, and the fear just stems from a centuries old war that might have carried with it a prejudice through the generations.

We kind of got a glimpse of the wider world in this story, but we haven’t really encountered fae or tales of their wickedness yet. But Celaena herself calls it “the monster unleashed” or whatever, so maybe they are worse than ACOTAR faeries, or maybe, she’s just been hanging out with humans too long and has internalized that self hatred. But I think she stands a good chance of teaching the world that faeries are just like humans, especially since she was able to mask herself as one and build all these vital friendships.

I dunno

I just hope that they don’t all start to hate her for something she can’t control.

51

RIP ARCHER

you were awesome until you killed Nehemia. If you’re gonna come between me and my princess, you gotta go, I’m sorry.

Still rooting for the Celaena dark path, even if it’s not what Nehemia wanted. Sometimes the darkness is the light, smh

52

Okayyyy

So she’s a Demi-fae

Chaol is being pretty sweet about it, honestly

(This is a more emotional breakup than the one she had with Dorian)

I don’t like how he gets to decide what to do for her, though. Like maybe ask her first, before you promise your dad you’ll un-abdicate and go home?

53

Well I guess it’s decided. In the next book we go to Wendlyn. Even Elena told Celaena not to worry about Wyrdkeys, or about King Whatever.

I wonder if Wendlyn’s king and heir will get names or if they’re gonna be vague unnamed characters, too 😩

54

Dorian and Chaol are fighting again

Boys

Please

Give it a rest

Celaena is going to fight for the rebellion, a promise to her best and truest love of all time, Nehemia, who died so violently, and came back from the dead so peacefully, and then left again to give her all these mixed up emotions.

(I love you Nehemia!)

(I hope we see you again, someday!)

55

I can’t beleive she’s leaving without Fleetfoot! (😭)

We are lingering so much on this last day, lol

Another breakup scene with Chaol and Celaena

What did she whisper to him - I wonder?

56

So she was secretly Aelin Galathynius!!!!!!

I’m very excited

(Girl)

Does she even know? Or does she have to discover it herself?

I feel like she had so many parts where she was like no one knows what happened to her. No one knows if she’s even alive or dead…

(I was like, she’s alive, she’s important, she has a faerie boyfriend and I’ve seen lots of kinky fanart of him) (I didn’t seek it out lol)(I just like to look at sexy nsfw faeries and everybody who draws ACOTAR fanart also draws TOG fanart) (lol)

I literally thought these books were about faeries, lmao, I did not expect the bait and switch of book one and two. But I was thinking maybe we were in a Feyre’s book/Nesta’s book type of deal. I was like we have to get through this weird worldbuilding and SOON we will go to the faerie realm

I CANNOT WAIT

TO GO TO THE FAERIE REALM

LET’S GOOOOO

[spongebob-connoisseur]

ok now if they had tumblrs...what would they mainly post about/reblog?

Spongebob - regular life blogging talking about everything he did and everything he loves. Every day is like a diary entry where he talks about everything wonderful that happened in his day. He also reblogs his friends posts to tell them how much he loves their posts! He's the type to flood your inbox or your dms. He just wants to talk <3

Patrick - weird disoriented posts of his day. Random picture of his pillow. Questions to the obvious "why does salt water taste salty?" And very poorly taken pictures of SB since he loves spongebob. Reblogs SB's posts. Everything he posts his littered with spelling errors. You will not get a response to your dms or asks until a year later. He forgets.

Squidward - two blogs. Art blog. He posts art. Aesthetic blog. He posts/reblogs his aesthetic posts of his favorite things. Breaks aesthetic occasionally to make call out posts about SB. Also occasionally lurks on Squilliam's blog and sends him hate anons.

Mr krabs - promotional blog for his restaurant. Also posts about the navy and the bi curious relationships he had with his navy buddies (but he doesn't view it as such, he thinks its a wholesome just being bros thing)

Karen - cat blog! Mom blog! She'd be mom blogging about her bby chip. She'd also be posting cats. She loves both. Also posts about spot. When their IP address gets banned because of plankton, she just goes to the local internet cafe to keep posting.

Doodlebob - art blog. Posts his drawings. Also posts his trips to the doodle dimension

Sandy - science blog! Also science side of tumblr! Post about any cool science news or hee inventions. Also is readily available to answer any science questions or clear up any misconceptions.

Pearl - regular girl blogging. Posts about her friends and school and outfits. Just regular girly teen girl stuff. I think her and her friends might've actually bullied girly-teen-girl from far away ville off the website. She also maintains the krusty krab blog. You remember how the Wendy's social media was? That's her with the krusty krab official.

Plankton - he tries to bully people off the site. His account got termed 3-4 times. He posts about his inventions and stuff and blogs about his prison time. Usual stuff. Sends hate anons to the krusty krab official but everyone knows its him. I think his IP address is completely banned now so he can't recreate his account so now he just tumblr posts from the library computers. Spends his days hating krabs while making weirdly thirsty hate posts for krabs.

Slappy - cryptic posting. Him vague posting about his day but they're incomprehensible. Too vague to understand what he's really talking about. Occasional picture uploads that are in the darkness with occasional blurry figures in the shadows (possibly sleep paralysis demons). You can see him posing in the background too but the pictures are too blurry to make out. He's not very good at photography. He's usually posting about his regular day. He also posts his poetry aaaand some weird nosferatu worship posting. Occasionally reblogs other peoples post to comment some weird cryptic shit. It looks like a compliment but it feels weird enough that you can't be sure. Oh and dont forget bad death puns.

I think he's also got in trouble once for "brain stealing" drama. He said his brains are 100% ethically sourced! He'd never steal! Smh

[reshramlove1ob]

I found some old markers, so I drew this. The markers weren’t that great and made the paper tear up, and there wasn’t a lot of colors, just look at Devon’s hair smh, unfortunately. Otherwise, I’m happy with this drawing.

Part 1

Mynté was thrown into a room. It was cold and bare, as far as he could tell.

Once he managed to untie himself, he went to the door and tried it—locked, like he assumed, but it doesn’t hurt to try.

‘Where am I?’ Mynté wondered. Considering how cold it was, he could only assume Hell, but he really didn’t want to be in Hell. He was just a tour guide for Heaven, why in the worlds would demons want him?

He tried to knock down the door with his ice magic, but found it to be locked with a magic seal he’d never seen before. He went to the walls and tried to find a weak spot but failed.

Defeated, he sat down and tried to fall asleep to wake up back in Heaven, to realize this was just a dream all along.

An hour later, he was awaken to the sound of the door opening. A demon stood with a meal. Mynté assumed the demon was Leon, the demon who bought him.

“Here, eat up.” Probably Leon held out the plate of food. Mynté got up. This was his chance. If he could get past Leon, he’d be home free.

He slowly walked towards the demon, and when he was in the right place, dashed passed Leon and looked for an exit.

“HEY!” Leon roared and ran after Mynté, who quickly shot ice pillars in the way of him.

He found the door and ran out, his feet greeted by freezing cold snow. He saw a large city that looked wore down, and even further, a castle that was majestic and terrifying.

Yep. This was Hell.

Mynté panicked. He had to find a way back to Heaven! He didn’t belong here!

Hiding his wings and halo best he could, he ran into the city to try to find the border.

***

Mynté bumped into someone.

"Hey!"

"Excuse me?"

Mynté heard two voices. The second voice came the demon he bumped into.

"I'm sorry!"

"Whatever." The demon looked at his halo and his eyes went wide, "Angel?"

Mynté felt his heart drop.

"You are!" The demon dragged him into an alleyway, and into a sewer system.

"Erm, sir?" Mynté trembled, "Can you let me go?"

"No sir, you're my ticket outta here!" The demon's tail wagged.

"Let's hope so," The tail said. Mynté jumped, not expecting the tail to talk.

Mynté was dragged into a dead end. The dead end was fancied with a table, mattress, and chests and boxes full of stuff, from food to blankets and gemstones.

"Alright, angel," The demon sat Mynté down, "My name is Devon and I need your help."

"Like what?" Mynté asked causiously.

"Get me into Heaven, and I'll protect you."

"But I don't need protection!"

"If you're in Hell, you clearly do." Devon had a point. Mynté sighed a little, considering, before saying, "Why do you wanna go into Heaven?"

Devon grabbed a picture frame and showed him the picture inside--a woman, a child, and him.

"This is my wife, Amalia, and my kid, Lina. They're up in Heaven and I haven't seen them in about 100 years." Devon explained.

Mynté knew these two. He remembered giving them a tour in Heaven a long time ago. Amalia did mention something about her husband, but could this demon be telling the truth?

"Please, I'll do anything just to see them again!" Devon pled. Mynté stroked his chin before saying, "Fine, but no funny business."

"Great!" Devon pulled out some gemstones, "We'll just need to get into the castle."

"Why do you have those gems..?"

"Oh, it's our currency." Devon explained, "We use these to pay for stuff. It's 1,000 gems to get in."

"Wait, you have to pay to get into the castle?"

"You don't?"

"No."

"Wow..." Devon looked wistful for a moment before shaking his head, "It doesn't matter now. I only have 100 gems, so you need to get me some more."

"Wait, why do I have to do it?"

"Cuz I'm on the run from more people than you."

Mynté let out a small groan, "Fine, if it'll get you to help me."

Devon smiled. Mynté wouldn't let his guard down.

"Alright, I'm off-"

"Wait!" Devon held out a necklace.

"What is that? A bomb that'll turn me to stardust? An alert to get me in prison?"

"Why are you so paranoid?" The tail whined.

"Shut up, No, silly, it's a walkie-talkie. Talk into it, and I'll hear you from mine." He held up his necklace.

Mynté hesitated for a second. This could be a trap, but he couldn't help but think this demon was genuine. After all, he once was alive like he was...

Mynté took the necklace and left.

Once he was gone, Devon leaned against the wall and soon started to tear up. Someone was finally helping him. Selena could only do so much, but this angel could finally help him see his Amalia and Lina again...

[khaleesiofalicante]

"Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide" - Donald Winnicott

Izzy going with Maryse and Alec staying😭 the opposite-parallels hurt me ok?!?!? Also the reason he says is also kinda sad and shit is all complicated!!!

Sometimes that’s what it means to be a son. To make sacrifices for your parents.

Sometimes that’s what it means to be a parent. To make sacrifices for your children.

This!!

The way he never walked away and he never gave up are some of his best qualities but at the same time the reason it all went down. Love me some good analysis...

Alec-Maryse post-divorce parallels... Wow

SIZZY RIGHTS!!!😎 Also not them stalking him djhdjdjd

He reminds himself of what Ragnor told him. Love how he is always learning and trying to understand better🥺

Rules and shit really are complicated...

"And you Isabelle, you live inside my heart. You always will.” Lightwood siblings is something that can actually be so personal..

But she doesn’t know how to be sad. So, she decides to be angry. He wonders if all younger siblings are like that. I dont like this call out...

FUCK VALENTINE. CLACE RIGHTS BITCH!! I WILL PROTECT THEM WITH MY LIFE✨🔪💙 JACE IS SO FUCKING IN LOVE AND I SAY GOOD FOR HIM!!

Love is blind, and love is stupid, and love is dangerous, and love is beautiful.💜💜💜

But Jace could ask him to part the ocean and Alec will die trying. *sobbing* I'm fine :)

Competitive little shits kdhsjdjkd, although Alec does win this one... He has the psychopath father and all shit

Simon and Clary supremacy only!!

OMG Anjali and Rafael are absolute nerds and I'm love them jdhdjs

If we don't have a google folder together, then what the point??!?

They get turned on by the weirdest shit jdvsjdjs

Charlotte Fairchild is the most badass of all tbh

We all should be scared of Anjali😌

I like that Alec didn't make it hard for Rafael when he wanted to go to Stanford but I also expected more fight form him... And from Magnus oh gods why is this so fucking sad😭

I support Rosewood rights and wrongs!😎

The parallels of their pictures!! Max not giving a fuck and Rafael being so careful!! And the way Max is jealous of Rafael "having everything together" and Rafael being jealous of Max for being so "unafraid and chaotic" Brb I'm gonna cry..

I hate everyone. Magnus just gets dragged over and over. And the tweets holy fuck!! I hate that I laughed with the cinnamon roll one smh

“Will you keep an eye on him for me?” Rafael asks him instead. "Always,” David replies. 🥺🥺🥺

I understand Max being mad, but fuck if he didnt stressed me out so much here!!! Just, kindly stop :)

For whatever his issues, Max knows how to keep a promise. Not me crying over this😭

How do you make someone feel better if they aren’t feeling anything at all? Ok, that and the fact that the divorce issue starts here hurts a lot🙂 I love this chapter<3

I can't finish this Timeline for a few hours bc I have to get up (eww) but just some thoughts till now:

Note to self: This man is the bane of his existence. Pun intended.😂😂

Him always answering to the ones who need help got me emo for some reason🥺

I think of you everywhere💛 David really know how to go from horny to soft in 0.1 secs djhdjsksks

The staff is the real MVP here!! I love them all so much and they live in my head 24/7 and they are all amazing<33

Anyway, song rec: Be alright By Dean Lewis. Its really a shame cheating is not a trope here (its not, Idk how I would survived that shit jdhsjsj) because the playlist would be ✨stunning✨

Remeber to take a break when you need it. Byeee💚

GET THAT SLEEP GIRL. GET IT. WHOOOOOO.

If TLND had cheating, I would have thrown myself into the river (and i am like scared of rivers) gotta draw that angst line somewhere lol.

also, i may or may not have a magnus and camille playlist with a lot of cheating/toxic songs lol.

I feel like Be Alright is in the divorce au playlist (or maybe lbaf?) but there are too many songs there and I can't find it lol.

Sending you some sertonin. Have this song rec from my David playlist: Pomme - Ceux qui rêvent