#this idiot

[lucespeaks]

ok

[arainmorn-art]

I have no idea, who created this, but I love every bit of it ♥ Found somewhere on Pinterest.

[nounaarts]

Art block is killing me. So it's just this loser

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

[helsenn]

Vash sketches Vash sketches!!

[lemonspades]

Little something to tide you over until my next page of Goemon in Hyrul XD.

This doesn't necessarily happen in the story, but the joke mad me laugh.

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

The vibe: I put on my big boy glasses why isn't everyone agreeing with me instantly???

Why are people listening to my stupid brother-in-law?

[imsocuntfused]

🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

"i don't like asking you for help, but i don't have a choice." - Alastor

Lucifer couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face , snake eyes narrowing with amusement, “.. so you came to Hell’s head honcho then huh? A great choice even if you didn’t have one~ “ he chuckled .

“So what exactly can I help you with Al~”

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Mike wakes up sobbing, and they are not his tears. They've been here before, though, a thousand times and more. He reaches to the bedside table, feeling around for the drawer, and the tub within.

Only once it is in hand does he roll over, lazily nudging his face into the back of Pac's neck.

He earns a gasp, and a shudder, but also Pac uncurling just enough to be handed the cream.

Pac holds it in shaking hands, Mike follows the spikes of pain from their bond as he slathers some onto his fingers, then sleepily massages it into aching wounds - amputation scars, knife scars, the barely healed cut on his stomach...

As he works the sobbing quietens - for him, and for Pac.

They fall back asleep with the pot still open, wounds soothed, and wake in the morning to it spilt on the bed. Every time they promise to put it back next time.

Every time they forget.

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Pac wakes up sobbing, and they are not his tears. They've been here before, but not as often as people seem to think. He rolls over with a lazy arm, flopping it over Mike's side.

Only once he is certain he is not making things worse, Pac pulls Mike against him, and presses his face into Mike's hair.

He gains an extra sob, louder than the rest, before Mike turns in the bed and buries himself into Pac's chest.

Mike shudders with the cold, scrabbling along their bond in a desperate attempt for comfort. Pac pulls him closer in body and in mind, cradling him and whispering to him and trying to warm him up in every way he knows how.

Soon enough their tears begin to dry - still they cling to each other, and hold on.

They don't go back to sleep, not on nights like this, not when to let reality drift is to be alone once again. Every second they spend promising they're together, they're safe, it's okay.

Every time fate has made liars of them yet.

[cyvorg]

finally colored his armor

[the-heaminator]

Can we all agree that Gilbert gets drunk and belts a bunch of ABBA songs unprovoked?

[cassian-kane]

Choose your last words, this the last time

Cause you and I? We were born to die.

[oathfcrged]

@oathwilled : just shows up casually one morning smooth shaven, i mean what

Maybe he could have pushed his luck and found his way into Paerin's bed whilst he'd been at work had he been inclined to do so, but instead Aksel had settled for spending the night in his van. He was used to that after all - it had been his home long enough, but he hadn't gone to sleep until he'd wrapped himself up in his boyfriend's hoodie. However tempted he was to text him the next morning he knew he was likely sleeping so he just sent him the one text to let him know where he was or would be when he was around if he wanted to come and find him.

He'd been a few pages in when he'd heard the knock on the side door, he tossed his book to one side and moved to slide it open. Lips were already parted to speak but as soon as he laid eyes on him they widened and his words were swallowed back down. It was meant to be a glance but Aksel stared at the freshly shaven face and it might as well have been staring back at him.

" What did - " He blinked. " What have you done? " Eyes still wide. " Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend? " Keeping his expression flat he steps back from the door and threatens to slide it only half closed, a little playfulness in his movements when a slight smile cracks. Then he's moving back towards the edge of the bed to disappear from Paerin's view, hood pulled up and strings pulled to tighten it around his face to shield his view as he yelled. " Come back when you find him! "

[lemonxbeat]

just H A T

[cable-knit-sweater]

“The mustache is gone. But its spirit is here, the mustache is part of all of you, you know what I mean? It’s inside all of us…. maybe, maybe, maybe.. phrasing could’ve been better” - Chris Evans on Capital FM 😂😂