#tirelessly

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[gvalesdraws]

imagine mending dozens of holes in the skies which spew out demons and shit bc of miscalculations of one guy just for them to be reopened by the same guy 10 years later. inquisitor doesn't have to imagine

[beelittle]

It’s christmas and i needed to get something out

So here’s the forger family, in all their slightly disastrous holiday spirit.

[talltalestogo]

Tirelessly

Bumblebee works /

in a flower universe /

tirelessly new.

.

.

#bumblebee #universe #flowers #tireless #new #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #talltalestogo #july #tuesday #071222 #2022

[1introvertedsage]

[afrologicinsect]

Hey guys,

Stepping into the light.

Here are some snippets from my End of Year Edit, for the curious.

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[deliciouskeys]

“And here I thought you finally wanted to try one.”

Lovely art by @plague-cattle-burial-ground who drew this in record time. Thank you ❤️🚬💋

Commission them! Highly recommended.

Butcher never expected to end up tangled in the sheets with his sworn enemy. No, he was going to keep his gaze off of the man sprawled out languidly on his right, tempting as it was to drink in the sight of this dangerous Vought creation, ravished, chest still heaving, cheeks flushed, looking docile and innocent at least for the moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Butcher can see that Homelander is watching him, maybe awaiting a compliment about how good it was. It was good, better than it had any right to be, but Butcher will never admit it out loud and stroke this cunt’s ego.

He lights up instead. He always smokes after sex. Some partners wrinkled their nose, some ignored it, some asked to share. When Homelander reaches over to take the cigarette out of his lips, Butcher makes no protest, curious if he’s about to see America’s poster child take a drag.

No such luck. Homelander puts the cigarette out on his tongue, the orange light at the end snuffed out in a puff of smoke, the innocence in his expression from before gone up in smoke just as quickly.

“And here I thought you finally wanted to try one.”

“Why. They taste as terrible as they smell.”

“No one asked ya to taste that end of it.”

Butcher tries to take the cigarette back, intent on relighting, but Homelander flicks it into the corner of the room.

“A villain through and through,” Butcher grumbles, rolling back on top of the other man, squeezing his throat in his hand, letting himself pretend that it could have any effect.

Homelander just laughs, clearly basking in the attention, meeting Butcher’s mouth eagerly when they lock lips, the flavor of cigarette ash swirling in their kiss.

And because seeing the process is cool and even the draft is so pretty:

[pasta-stuffed-possums]

[mhaikkun]

I wouldn't, if I were you. I know what she can do.

[captainkirkk]

Social media fics are fun, but future historical accounts and opinions about our characters (especially if our main characters are kings or important societal figures) about how influential and much-loved said characters become?? That shit makes me go feral every time

[talltalestogo]

“Tirelessly”

Tirelessly Bumblebee works / in a flower universe / tirelessly new. . . #bumblebee #universe #flowers #tireless #new #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #talltalestogo #july #tuesday #071222 #2022

[mrsoharaa]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝑰𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏!

characters: Miguel O'hara x Reader

cw; none! all fluff! rainy cuteness! (I honestly think about this type of scenario allll the time ♡)

a/n; couldn't stop thinking about this so I decided to write it! ..... at 2 in the morning LMAO! Miggy my beloved, you are sooo loved! (✿ ʃƪ ˘ ³ ˘) ♡ (another impeccablyyy self indulgent piece for my soul ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა)

since it's raining ever so gently and lovingly where I live rn I'm just thinking about reader happily twirling in the gentle pattering rain, arms stretched out, head tilted back to welcome the cooling droplets of the skies natural, tranquil gift cascading across their blissful face. A lulled delicate hum of delight rumbles from their chest, enjoying the cooling bits of the tittering rain caress the tender of their flesh. Basking in nature's soul cleansing refreshness.

Lost in their own little world, drowning in the pure delight and awe of the descending liquid seeping into their skin.

All while Miguel just crosses his arms and leans against the foot of your apartment front door, brows risen and a confused gaze hinting in such soft carmine irises.

"What are you doing? you're going to get sick, entra" he watches you smile wider, simply enjoying the blissful, peaceful moment of embracing natures purity. You stop momentarily in your tracks, now facing towards your looming boyfriend who was still wearing such a cynical expression. You giggle giddily, feeling the collecting moisture from the ground recoil over your bare feet.

"Come join me Miggy! it's so refreshing and freeing!" you chime with a perched smile, arms stretched out towards your skeptical partner. He scoffs, eliciting a eye roll.

"It won't be so refreshing when you get a cold the next morning, now come, before I have to go over there and throw you over my shoulders" he insists.

"Please! just...humor me Migs! I promise after one twirl, I'll come inside with you!" you swirl your arms a bit, flaunting him those wide, glimmering pretty doe eyes of yours, the very ones he could never refuse from you, with a beaming smile.

He groans inwardly, hesitating on his questionable decision but kicks himself out from the frame of your door. Slightly tenses up from the sudden change of temperature clouding over his stocky warm body, soften water droplets permeating through the waves of his beautiful cocoa locks to the comforting fabric of his clothes. Leaving little, to no room, for the wandering imagination.

He huffs out heavily, standing just a few inches before you, brows perking higher as he watches you gleam up at him with such wonderment and love. Can't help but raise a lipped smile as he feels your tiny hands entangle with his subtly, drawing him closer to you, allowing the rain to dance and embrace the two of you.

"See, it's completely soothing and soul cleansing, no?" you tilt your head to the right, still wearing that heart melting smile on your adoring face.

Miguel only hums in reply, glances up at the dim lit, foggy sky, seeing nothing but muggy darkness.

He closes his eyes slowly, musing to your silly portrayal about the rain being so cleansing and comforting. In a way...he did feel a sort of contentment resonate all over his firm body. Cradling, nurturing to his rugged soul.

You couldn't help the giddy grin widen across your radiant face, mirroring his actions with your hands still holding his.

The harmonic sound of the rain bouncing off against the ground around you and distant thunder wooed you both into a deep state of pliancy. Serenity.

Feeling your souls connect ever so perfectly with the pattering water waltzing around you.

Your fingers curl further into Miguel's deeper, pulling at his larger hands with a dire request.

Miguels lowly hums, peering open his eyes as he looks down at you, noting the familiar glint of want and admiration swelling in those gorgeous round globes of enchantment. A flash of unmistakable plea peering up at him, he could only scoff with a lit smile.

He carefully pulls you close to his looming stature, lifts his left hand to delicately brush away the sticking wet strands of your hair clinging to the sides of your face and tuck them behind your ear. Eyes never leaving one another, as his palm soothes down from the plush of your soaked cheeks to the side of your jaw, holding you still with tender and adoration.

"You really are something else, aren't you cariño?" he mutters softly, leaning down to press his lips against your own with such passion and affection. Smiles wider when he feels your body practically melt into his arms, your own lips curling into a wider smile as your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, fingers generously weaving into his damped, soften curls.

[ashilean]

MARN, toa Mangai of earth (8/11)

Adventurous toa of earth, Marn delves deep into the uncharted tunnels beneath Metru Nui in search of strange rahi, natural resources, and new paths between the city's districts. Leaving behind distinctive marks chiseled into the stone, finding one of her trail blazes is said to be good luck amongst matoran spelunkers.

Marn wears the great Kakama and wields a Folding Pick--it's sharp point helping to climb through the winding caves while the blunt head is used to put chisel to stone.

After the dragon was defeated, Marn developed a love of helping the people of Onu-Metru, but was never able to build up her social skills. She took to exploring and mapping the subterranean city so she could provide guidance to her people despite her discomforts.

[f0x-meets-w0lf]

y'all i designed a really fun trc tattoo that i'm gonna get to do on monday and first of all, how wild and amazing is my life that i get to tattoo some of my fav fictional characters on people in my art style for my living?! being a tattoo artist is a huge commitment on so many levels and is so so much work lmao, but it's work that i love and i am so lucky. secondly, i'm gonna ask my client if they're cool with me sharing the art for it here, because i think y'all will like it :') it's the fandom darling (one particular disgruntled moody catholic irish nightmare-dreamer-creature boy)

[royalpumpkinplanet]