#scuttles off

[milksnake-tea]

luocha x terminally ill reader. thats it

[makima-s-most-smile]

I just had the deep desire for someone to wrap me into a blanket burrito and put me on warm cherry pit pillows...

Then I realised I am an adult and can do that for myself and honestly I should do that for myself as an act of selfcare!

I shall love myself!

[serandipity]

Muses added:

Vishnal - RF4

Iris Noire - RFF (spoilers ahoy)

Iris Blanche - RFF

Sharon - RF1

Karen - HM

Mary - HM

Grey - HM

Male!B.yleth - canon divergent. Made in tandem with @agloryofuniicorns for some type of twin / clone au

Sy.lvain Gautier - FE3.H

Flayn - FE3.H

Lady R.hea - FE3.H

Ignis - FF15

Prompto - FF15

Gentiana - FF15

Aranea - FF15

[pluumed]

@venstm -> [ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

stoneheart is distantly aware of the hands guiding him to sit in the desk chair (ergonomic, lumbar support, suspension of some kind... expensive for the good doctor who insists he is above aventurine's bold spending habits) and peeling away the tattered jacket heavy with avgin's blood and rain alike. amethyst gaze doesn't focus, not even on the golden detailing in ratio's robe like it usually does. his expression is blank, usual sharp tongue alien to him as he tries to force himself up and out of the haze of pain and... something else aventurine hasn't managed to pin down yet.

the gentle hands are prying now, unbuttoning his shirt and aventurine wants to make a joke - wants to grin and lock veritas ratio with bright eyes behind water and grime stained glasses and watch the older man baulk at the inappropriate comment. he doesn't do any of that, not as a fresh wave of white hot pain splinters through his chest and catches already shallow, trembling breaths in a staccato rhythm. instead, aventurine of stratagems numbly helps ratio remove the sodden shirt and reveal what lay beneath. skinny, near bony frame covered in watered down blood and faint mud stains from what made it through his expensive shield. scars of a life gone by collect rainwater and dilute blood alike as aventurine finds himself closing his eyes, lest he catch sight of himself.

oh, how the air against his skin burns. how the feeling of those dawn-coloured eyes against his flesh feels like thorns through every inch of him. and yet... aventurine doesn't resist when he's urged to his feet again, knees weak and legs trembling beneath him as he leans against ratio's side. he doesn't resist as he's guided towards the bathroom and a wall of steam engulfs the pair of them.

when aventurine finds his voice, it's slurred through the pain - distant and barely audible over the pounding of his own heart in his chest. "at least... buy me dinner first, doc..."

[selfnss]

he hadn't expected visitors during his recuperation, much less the familiar silhouette of the very same man who managed to both save and doom the general in their stand off with the anti-matter legion. golden eyes are soft as jing yuan pushes himself into a more upright position - ignoring the ache that spreads throughout his frame and the bandages pulled taut 'round his chest making it hard to breathe. despite himself, it's a lopsided smile that meets dan heng from amongst the sheets and haphazardly fitted bed clothes.

"and to what do i owe this pleasure? have you come to check on an old man's recovery? i've been in worse battles, old friend, i am sure all will be well with enough rest. sleep does wonders for the body, you know." if he's talking too much, jing yuan doesn't notice it as a bandaged hand lifts to flick his hair out of his face in an absent movement. "but i doubt you've come here just to listen to my wittering on, hm?" // @timeveiled liked for a jing yuan

[xamaxenta]

Super unhinged but Marineford rly was its own kind of massive humiliation scenario if u think about it

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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[phin-dicated]

Fun fact: I stared at this for a long time trying to figure out what was wrong with it until I finally realized…

I had given Sif two eyes.

ANYWAY, that’s been fixed! Enjoy!

[nuclearanomaly]

occult crescent sure does have a vice grip on my brain

[selfnss]

there's so much tetcho wants to say. so much he wants to do in this moment of quiet within the raging storm surrounding them. he wants to ease jono's pain, wants to stem his bleeding and promise him so many things other than just this. but there isn't the time. they both know it. they both know that their chances are dwindling now - the fact that they are the hunting dogs means nothing in the face of their captain. the fact that they're elite soldiers with skills above all else and countless artificial enhancements means nothing when they're separated.

"wait..." none of it means anything if tetcho can't even protect his partner, if he can't ensure justice for this betrayal.

"...here. before i go," head dips as tetcho fishes through his pocket and pulls forth a familiar length of red fabric tied to a small bell. gently does tetcho reach forward and tie the frayed fabric to its remainder still attached to the earring jono's always worn as long as they've known one another. he'd like to keep hold of it but something in tetcho's chest swells with the sight of the bell reunited with his partner... like the picture is finally complete. "there. much better... i kept ahold of it for you, saigiku."

not allowing himself the time to linger, tetcho's jaw works as he forces himself to separate from jono - pushing himself to his feet with a pained noise he doesn't quite manage to stifle despite his best efforts. despite himself, tetcho finds his feet rooted to the spot at the reminder of what he has to do now. he doesn't want to leave jono here, vulnerable and alone as weak as he is, but neither of them have a choice in this - do they? tetcho chose to put jono's safety over justice and now they both have to step aside. they both have to put the greater good ahead of their own wants to protect the innocent people trapped in the crossfire.

does that include them, too? could he... could he think of it like that? he is the last standing soldier here. tetcho is the last chance they have for any hope of getting out of here. he is the last chance at justice for the hunting dogs and the lives they've given away for a lie. maybe he can use that to fuel him. maybe tetcho can use that to urge him forward. justice for tachihara. justice for jono. justice for... himself?

glancing back to the prone form of his partner, tetcho's voice softens. then, he's talking again - trying to fill the space between them with something - anything - that makes this feel easier. "try not to cause any trouble while i am gone, saigiku. i... i love you. i will be back soon."

He knew Tetcho would protest this course of action. Because while Tetcho still sees himself as a soldier more than anything else, Jono understands his partner differently. Understands that his partner is someone who can and does do genuine good in the world, while protecting others of the same sort.

‘He and I are not the same.’ It is a bittersweet truth Jono has long come to terms with, even if part of him yearns to one day reach a point where he can proudly stand at Tetcho’s side, not as a necessary evil but as a proper guardian of the people and country. Maybe here, now, today, he can get a step closer to that. It would be easy to let Tetcho get him to safety, find a place to have his injuries treated and pain lessened, but Jono’s first lesson in doing what is right comes with realizing it is rarely the easy choice. It is why–although it takes an effort to do so–he insists on this choice at present. What is right is for Tetcho, who still has some strength left, to continue on without his partner to slow him down, find those that can stop this disaster from worsening, and save as many people as possible.

So while Jono expects the protests, he’s braced to stand his ground on the matter. He lets Tetcho work through his initial emotions even as those quiet pleas and that grip on his uniform cuts at Jono in places the captain’s sword could never reach. But he hears the waver in Tetcho’s voice, knows the hound is reaching the same conclusion. Tetcho isn’t going to argue. He’s going to listen, do what is right, whatever the outcome. Good.

Relief floods through Jono, a temporary balm on his wounds so that he doesn’t even muster a noise of pain when he’s pulled into a tight embrace.

Promise me.

Jono exhales, pressing his face against his partner. You know I cannot promise that.

But he does not speak the words aloud–they are both surely thinking the same. Right now is not the time for truths. A gentle lie is what Tetcho needs most to lend him strength. “I promise. I will wait for you here.”

[unnamed-blob]

Y/N yelped, suddenly airborne as a pair of hands easily wrapped around her midsection. Large enough to span her waist completely, as she was easily placed on the cool countertop.

The female froze, wide eyes staring up at her kidnapper-Konig, he’d insisted- in front of her, his eyes crinkling underneath the hood of his mask. He shifted to lower himself, Y/N’s heart in her throat as she cautiously raised her arms as he moved in.

He pressed his face against her stomach, large arms, capable of so so much more than just lifting her as if she was a feather, wrapped around her back ever so cautiously. As if she would break at the tightest squeeze.

Y/N swallowed thickly, trembling arms lowering, hesitating, before she placed them on his head and back. Konig melted underneath her touch, shuddering as Y/N petted the top of his head.

[wackywatchdotcom]

forgot to elaborate after making this post! they lack a name and the colors r subject to change BUT!!! another tadc oc concept :]

[flowerakatsuka]

i'm painted in colors here and there and you, too, are painted in colors everywhere

i'd like to personally thank @brofightiscancelled & @awittlebabbyboy for giving us the most glorious yanaichi feast they've been giving us with their postgrad plan au, ( also for just giving us the au in general, it's so freaking interesting and i love so much about it oh my god?? )

anyways, fellas, is it gay to happily wear the color you associate with your totally platonic roommate?

[starbiology]

headcanon that the darkest faerie is just scuttling around the kingdom of altador this whole time lol

[chiropteracupola]

pov you've just walked into the marketplace wearing weird sandals and some children immediately begin loudly judging your outfit.

[octaviusing]

Finally Caught whats been freaking my cat out