#ship name pending

[pixiatn]

I heard about your Peri x Anthony propaganda. I am very much interested in what you have to say about them. I would also like to offer a ship headcannon, whenever Anthony is having a bit of trouble with homework or college work Peri would help. Anthony although used to this can’t help but admire Peri when he is being a bit smarter than usual.

Finally enough I do kinda have a hc that, for the final task before Graduating the Fairy Academy or whatever magic school they'd temporarily pose as humans and live among them for a short amount of time to better understand them. (a side hc I have of this is that they temporarily be assigned to kids that were about to age out of the godkid age requirement, so kids in their late teens. But it was removed cause it was causing problems bc fairies were getting attached only to be removed a year later with the teens memories getting wiped) ANYWAY-

Peri just so happens to be assigned to the same college Anthony goes to and somehow awkwardly befriends him, Peri always second guess himself, trying not to blow his cover meanwhile Anthony is just like :) this is a cool guy!👍🏾 He thinks Peri is just some odd history buff/major because of how many things he knows about history when Anthony does his history assignments around him, but Peri is just info dumping about the shit he learned in his human courses at the magic academy. Peri got that history rizz fr fr.

I imagine them becoming closer over a couple of months and they get drunk together at a small party. Peri, despite being magic, is incredibly lightweight and is nearly blackout drunk while Anthony is just slightly over tipsy. While they're alone, Peri accidentally confesses that he's been lying to him and that he's a fairy before he starts crying cause he wasn't supposed to tell him, meanwhile Anthony is just sitting there quietly thinking "??💅🏾🏳️‍🌈??"

By the next day, Peri is gone because he has to return to the fairy world for graduation but Anthony is a bit sad and confused that he seemingly can't get in contact with his friend (ahem before meeting his little sisters God parents kid)

[smg-69]

I think instead of fighting over Meggy x Tari and Saiko x Tari, we should all just agree that Tari deserves to have two girlfriends.

Three girlfriends if you want to include Belle.

Actually you know what? Tari deserves her own harem of lesbians and bisexuals composed of Meggy, Saiko, Belle, and Melony.

[shiningsilverarmor]

♡ Beastie and Wild

I----I ship it~

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? - Wild seems to be the one to ask Beastie to a PROPER dinner out. Beauty and the Beast style dinner.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂? Beastie's nibble to the lower derma counts right?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂? - Well, at first Beastie does, but now I can see them both giving each other nicknames.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂? - Wild, of course. Since.. all metal pans or METAL in general would get eaten first.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲? - Wild. Beastie only knows of nature's music.. and screams.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳? - More like Beastie hogging Wild on the bed.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? - Beastie to grab breakfast.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴? - Wild.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽? Always Beastie. Sorry tiny Alpha 2.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃? - Beastie again cause who else will look out for those vermin?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳? I know Wild will for this one cause when it happens Beastie wouldn't know what to do at first but then slowly gets it and use only his fingers to hold back.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰? - If you call Beastie's PDA by grooming Wild in public then yes him.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂? - Ever heard a beast that rumbles in his sleep? That's Beastie.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈? - BEASTIE BOI.

��𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇? - ....There's also another a reason why Wild is Alpha 2.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴? - Beastie, though not doing the normal conjunx courting and instead finds the shiniest of rock (PENGUIN AND THE PEBBLE STYLE).

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: Their first meeting of course, minus some little mishap due to trauma. He actually was impressed how she didn't try to look down at his whole being.

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: Spoilers from the first meeting thread: biting her.

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶: Help him get use to needles again.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴: Respect, taking care of each other, praise, tiny kisses~

@wild-at-spark

[cellard0ors]

Fic: The Art of Longing

Fandom: The Quarry

Pairing: Chris Hackett/Abigail Blyg, background Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney

Rating: Mature

Summary: Abi has a crush, Chris has a problem, and art is the only solution.

Warning(s): Older Man/Younger Woman, Lusting, Employee/Employer, Art

Notes: Collected the two bits I wrote awhile back for @be-side-my-self and put on AO3. Might do a third at some point, but if I do I will definitely be veering off into an AU...

Preview:

“Um, Mr. Hackett?”

Chris turns to one his newest counselors, the one with the brightly colored hair and sweet voice and does his very best to remember her name, “Hiya Addie!”

“Uhhh, it’s - it’s Abi.” She clarifies as if she’s the one that made the mistake, and it makes Chris want to kick himself.

AO3 Link

[lynxindisguise]

Lynx you need to talk more about Remus being put in his place by daddy dom Crouch. Is he finally going to indulge the degrading kink Remus never got to explore with Sirius????

red alert! new ship just dropped! I don't know what to call it to avoid confusion with barty crouch jr. but... yeah. yes. this is it. the degradation remus so desperately craves.

barty crouch sr. is ruthless. he is systematically picking apart each and every one of remus's flaws until our damp noodle boy is damp noodle soup. remus was certain that he was intimately aware of every single thing wrong with him, given that it's his primary hyperfixation, but NOPE, crouch finds brand new things wrong with him and does not hold back.

it's horrific, it's brutal, it's the ultimate catharsis. tears and cum everywhere. probably some blood too.

[zombiified]

recent art

[pathogenic]

😚😳🤩 for you and Laios ;)

😚 What kind of kisses does your f/o enjoy giving you the most?

Laios and I are both mildly touch adverse, so kisses and things like that are pretty rare, but when they do happen, due to his height, he likes to kiss on my forehead the most! It's easier on the both of us!

😳 Do you either of you fluster the other often? Is it unintentional, or purposeful? If purposeful, what are surefire ways to fluster the other?

It really isn't that hard to do at first. I read the both of us as rather inexperienced when it comes to any sort of romantic relationships, so we can bumble into each other rather easily. It takes time before we ease into any sort of rhythm there.

Genuine compliments get to me bad, so Laios isn't always doing it on purpose, but sometimes. Sometimes. He has moods as well.

As for me, if we actually want to be physically affectionate, we could be doing our own thing and I'll just lean against him and stay there. I'll derail his thoughts immediately and it'll take him a moment to get back.

🤩 Any little quirks/ habits you notice about your f/o that you think are really cute/ charming?

I answered this in the previous ask, but oh noooo... I get to talk about Laios more...

He's really cute when he's excited. He talks faster and while Chilchuck and Marcille have sometimes called it creepy, especially when it is about monsters in a way they don't necessarily enjoy, I think it's cute. Probably because I also get overexcited with things like these and have repeatedly been told to calm down and slow down growing up. Like - it's nice to see! Go ham my boy!!!

[courtoftheclueless]

Scarred but Not Broken

All things take time to heal, and healing is not always forward. Sometimes steps are taken back even as we try our best.

AN: So here is the first writing on this blog. And yep, it's for Pretty Boy. At this point, It's basically finished (I cannot think of a better ending for it) and is fairly... weird in regards to explaining things about my Self Insert. But, here we go. Hope y'all enjoy it.

The apartment was still strange to them. The windows faced east as opposed to their old western facing windows. The sounds of Washington were different from their comforting lull of a half used back-highway in a small part of a low population province. Even the bed and bedding was different- not enough plush or weight to it.

It was an improvement from… before however. From the month that they spent in the Valley, when the Plaga was trapped in them, starved and dead. It felt like the dirt that beneath their skin would never go away, but the showers in the week since had helped. The long, exceptionally hot, baths helped them feel human again. A haircut helped to even out their hastily chopped strands, though they lamented the loss of their long hair.

It was a necessary sacrifice.

The steam from the bathroom flooded out, and the light of the sunrise caused a glare that blinded them for a moment. Their footsteps were quiet, far quieter than the upstairs neighbors who they swore must wear work boots at all hours of the day. And the stillness of the apartment was undisturbed.

In the daylight, it was easier to remember that they were safe. The night had been long, with their mind warning them against sleeping in a bed. The Ganados- the cultists- always returned to their beds. It was comfortable, yes, but unsafe.

Sleep never came, even after they curled up in a blanket bundle in the closet.

But humans were born for the sunlight. And they refused to deny themselves that. Refused to deny themselves the nature which they sought to return to.

The living area of the apartment was open concept. The kitchen was a small galley one, that they swore they bumped into either side of the counters whenever they turned, with the outer counter looking over the living and dining room. Dining was a bit strong of a word, the small table hardly big enough for the two occupants of the apartment, and the living room so sparse that they swore that it echoed.

A pan is set on the oven, and the makings for breakfasts were slowly pulled from the fridge. Their… roommate was probably the most accurate description for the sheer chaos that had happened- their roommate seemed to stock only the bare minimum. The thought of him helped to keep them occupied as they started to make the scrambled eggs.

Leon was… It was complicated. He seemed like a good man. A dedicated one, certainly. Who took his job seriously but wasn’t afraid to crack jokes to ease the tension. A handsome one to boot. In less, egregious circumstances he would have been a great life partner.

Their eyes first catch on the gold plated band around their left hand’s ring finger. It was pristine, not even three days old, and uncomfortable. Both in what it represented and how it rubbed against the burn scarred flesh of their arm.

And then they cannot tear their eyes away from the flesh of their left arm. Once it was pale and dotted with moles along it. Twenty seven of them, if their count was accurate. Never something they did for a reason, just boredom. Something they could no longer do.

Now it was red. An angry red, with a texture that sometimes they could not reconcile with human flesh as much as they could jerky. It was supposed to be impressive that they could still move it despite the damage done, but they almost wished that it would have needed to be amputated. Maybe if it had, they wouldn’t have been forced into a marriage for a green card to work for a government not their own. Maybe if they were down an arm, they wouldn’t have had to survive the Valley and the Plagas where none of their friends did.

Six Doctors. Four Lawyers. Three General Scientists. Three Artists. Two Ecologists. One Teacher.

Nineteen hikers dead. Nineteen university students out of a group of twenty. Six Doctors who would never help a patient. Four Lawyers who never got to make their arguments against the cruelty of the law. Three Scientists worth of papers that would never be published. Three Artists’ works are forever unknown to the world. Two Ecologists that never got to help the planet. One Teacher who would never inspire the next generation.

The scars along their left side burned, only hurting more on their face when the tears ran along the indent on their cheek and jaw. The arm- burnt and should be unfeeling- shook as they couldn’t breathe anymore. The Plaga in their chest contracted, squeezed around their lungs and forced the air out. Tried to stop their heart because if it couldn’t control them then they needed to be burned at the sta-

“Charlie.”

Hands grasped at them, and they shook. It wasn't enough to shake off the hands. They shouldn't have been so visible. They were safer in the forest, they needed to be away from the village and needed to hide, they needed to escape-

"Charlie." Hyperventilated breaths were pressed against a chest, and they knew the end was coming. The gentle hands were going to stop stroking their hair and try to tear out their organs like they were one of the cows. More tears blurred their vision and they silently prayed to whatever God was up there that the next life be better. "We're safe, Charlie."

Legs surrounded them, their entire body weight leaned against the one who had them. He- his voice was a he and he was strong and that would hopefully mean their death would be quicker- treated them gently for the moment. A soft kiss pressed to their hairline. A seal of their fate, they were certain.

And he hummed, their ear pressed against his chest. It was a tactic to try make them less observant. To silence them to the other Ganados. But their ear didn't pick up the rattling sound of the Plaga in his chest. And an odd scar pressed against their ear.

A vertical line, like Luis had.

Their breath slowed a bit. The sticky and wet egg mix that was on the floor had seeped into their pajama pants, and their body shook from adrenaline. But it was still hard to see, hard to hear, hard to know exactly where they were or if it was a dream or not.

A strong arm lifted their legs and slung them over one of the man's as if they weighed nothing. Their legs were still-life, body weight still low from their month in Spain.

Because they weren't in Spain anymore.

"Where?"

Their mind was still… wrong. Still not able to entirely register what was real and what was imaginary. What was a memory and what was moment.

"Washington." The word mumbled against their hairline, the man's voice rumbled against their side. His hands came around them- shielded them against whatever was outside the small nook kitchen. Left hand over theirs, his ring rubbing against theirs. "In our apartment in Washington."

His skin was clear. While not soft- Leon's job did not allow him to be soft- he was still not nearly as banged up as them. Their much smaller one looked like an anger projected onto his skin.

But he made exaggerated breaths, their own breaths mirroring his. The soft feeling of his on their head helped to calm them down.

"I'm sitting in eggs, aren't I?"

And he laughs a bit, probably from the absurdity and slightly dazed voices that they spoke in.

"We're sitting in eggs." As if to make his point, his legs shifted. Blocked off more of the potential danger from them. "You, uh, might need to have a shower again."

"Probably."

[ssozo]

Gideon would pet you like you were a cat in an evil way and WOULD make a "this kitty has claws" joke about you

[explodes a little bit thinking avout it]grrrrrrrrrrrrr and hed be RIGHT !!! i had other thoughts but they escaped my brain as i wrote them

[thuganomxcs]

unprompted / always accepting / @lady-llewellyn

"Can I keep you, darling?"

What a question..of course it’s a question she did not even have to ask him, though he still appreciated it. If Yusuke could surmise his life before her..a life before he’s found genuine love then it would have been quite an empty life. Yes there was the unique love he received from his mother post-accident but anything other than that..no, he’s lived quite loveless for some time and ever he’s gotten that first assignment from his boss to look out for her because of her royal blood..well he’d just been smitten after he had gotten to know her.

“Of course babe, I’d be pissed if ya didn’t keep me.” That’s when he gave her a playful wink before turning to face the road ahead of them, Yusuke was living his life within the UK now so it’s about time he had gotten used to the scenery. “How about you go out with me? We can try this thing I’ve been readin’ online..fish n’ chips.”

[sauce-cat]

ohh nooo the dragons are fighting

[candyheartedchy]

Apparently I’m in my tall and lanky guy phase.

[diaclarity]

thank u sv pokespe for the food

[batmanfruitloops]

Once predator and prey turned forbidden lovers, Sofa and Peyton found themselves quite smitten.

Hope this was worth the wait, because I'm proud of it :")

Also for those other individuals interested in floriography, I'll tell you what and why said flowers are in Peyton's bouquet for Sofia (goodness knows I didn't draw them well enough for you to be able to tell by appearance)

apple blossoms - I prefer you before all

amaryllis - pride (for Sofia) and timidity (for Peyton)

dog rose - pleasure and pain

gardenia - sweet love "you're lovely"

-Sarsee

[loz-the-noob]

“If it wasn’t for her, I don’t think Jake would ever have recovered from his shock.”

[saturniade]

yes well. why dont you make up some pairings of sdv villagers and maybe youll calm down.