#truly truly smitten

[ex-textura]

✨divinely smitten✨

[lynxgriffin]

Could you draw the Damsel from Slay the Princess? Big fan of your work.

It's a love story!!!

(And thank you!)

[lillymakesart]

my new OC: cempaka!

she is based on the story/universe that my friend @haydardotjpg's OCs indra and yuwei exist in! pls go checkout haydar's art he is amazing!! his ocs can be found more easily on his ig but if you're lazy this is his oc indra (cempaka's one-sided love interest) and yuwei (indra's fated lover)

also, cempaka means "magnolia" in malay!! (she gets a flower name bc my name is lilly which is also flower c:)

bonus first iteration under the cut!

i accidentally had "poinsettia" flower in mind when i did this iteration instead of an actual magnolia, hence the color scheme. but yeah, this is as self-insert as it gets LOL like she's literally MEEEEEE but still very different and i love her as she is <3

[bloodraven55]

fate: *exists*

nanoha:

[soappox]

hey girl i really wanna kiss you is that okay

fanart for this work by sir_fret !! read tag au.

(non colored version under the read more because i like it too)

[iamtherealjamesdean]

something something about tadej and jonas being like. tadej smitten with jonas. like jonas is very private, serious and quiet, and tadej being the showman, smilling and entertainer, and yet tadej makes the jokes (on our way to get coffee) (almost like we are a couple), takes the extra step (congratulation video for danish tv), wants more of jonas (jonas should do classics) (rivalism for the history books). jonas is seen as the “boring” one between the two but not to tadej. he always always always wants contact and seeks the relation . hes smitten by him. hes found something in jonas. appreciates jonas. he wants jonas there.

[rooolt]

it feels so good to have Calder back, like I loved hardwon, but it’s so nice to see my beautiful girlfriend again

[morgandekarios]

giving astarion either the magic initiate: sorcerer feat or 1 level of storm sorcery and flavouring it as astarion slowly gaining a bit of naviidi's innate magic as he feeds off of his blood, and naviidi noticing astarion inheriting this very personal part of himself and teaching him how to harness it properly

[halosmoon]

I could make a 20 minute compilation of Mork looking at Day like THAT and I know that you know what I’m talking about.

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

[iguessitsjustme]

Because Pat doesn’t know how someone as good as Jeng can like someone like him, here is a list of some of Pat’s most endearing traits:

-So kind. He is so kind

-He works hard. Sure he might fuck up, but no one can say that he doesn’t try and he isn’t working

-He can be a goofball. A little silly. At the perfect moments.

-He is, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, a cutie patootie.

-He is thoughtful.

-He is capable of setting clear and reasonable boundaries in his personal life.

-No filter when drunk. Will ruin your life and tell you every last horrible thought he’s ever had if he’s drunk and it will be something you’ve always suspected of yourself but no one’s told you so directly before in such an unabashed way.

-Can’t cook but will cook for you. It’s a lot of instant noodles but who doesn’t like instant noodles? (*stares Put dead in the eyes*)

-Will unknowingly stare at you with puppy dog eyes and make you fall deeper in love

-Likes snacks

-Has good friends who are also open and accepting and love each other deeply

Pat really sells himself short. I could really go on forever. He sees Jeng as someone who is too good for someone like him, but what I see are two people that fit together like puzzle pieces. They both have their flaws and they both have so many good things about them as well. And those good things balance out each others flaws well. Pat is more straightforward and direct than Jeng, who, as much as I love him, has a tendency to beat around the bush. Jeng can seem kind of uptight and stern at times whereas Pat can seem somewhat childish. Jeng needs that childish whimsy and Pat needs that grounding sternness. But they also have a lot in common. They love their friends, they love helping people, and most importantly they love each other. Whether Jeng sees Pat’s love or Pat believes Jeng’s love, it’s clear that the love is there.

[sunnibits]

“kicking my feet and giggling” has become such a meme now but goddamn I really do be kicking my feet and giggling the second I have even the mildest crush on someone. like, physically, literally kicking my feet and giggling. even platonic crushes. I’m a genuine giggler and hair twirler, I’m the real deal.

[tequiilasunriise]

Reverse Beauty & The Beast but make it Wenclair. True love’s kiss activates Enid’s wolf transformation as she’s bleeding out and dying from the monster. Her ‘inner beauty’ turns out to be her great strength finally unlocked for the rest of the world to look upon and tremble. The wolf has finally woken up, the Sun’s rays glowing through growing cracks until they burst through old, stony confines with radiant light and deadly flames. Enid in her werewolf form is the most ravishing, the most absolutely terrifying creature of fang and claw that Wednesday has ever seen, a true beauty only a true love could understand and adore. Blood-matted messy blonde fur, a maw contorted into a deep snarl, a rumbling growl turning into a sinister, echoing bark as her beloved is posed to rip the throat out of her attacker all because they DARE put Wednesday in harm’s way. Fuck, man, Wednesday finally understands why her parents are constantly all over the other. She gets it now, she really, really does. Golden light, scorching blazes. The young Addams has never seen someone so wholly and utterly beautiful.

[lyliux]

[marchtothefuckingsea]

Nightmares - Billy Hargrove

My Masterlist. 

Word count: 2.5k Warnings: mention of canon violence and character death (in reader’s dreams). Not proofread. I really apologize for the pov switching, it’s annoying, I know.

x gender neutral reader, nightmare comfort, fluff

Summary: Reader suffers from nightmares of Billy dying. He’s a bit of an asshole about it, but once he realizes what they’re actually about, who they’re actually about, he comforts them.

I watched in horror as the Mind Flayer stabbed Billy through the chest with one of its disgusting tentacles. He didn't scream or cry out, there was just a look of shock written all across his face. I just stood there helplessly as that thing tore into him, lifting him into the air. Go, he mouthed, a choking sound escaping his throat as blood bubbled up in his mouth. The scream that left my throat was far from human.

I woke up breathing fast and heavy, sweat dripping down my forehead. My eyes darted around, before I recognized the hotel we were staying in, far from Hawkins, but only for the moment. I had an idea, and I knew someone who might be able to help us with the Mind Flayer. Billy had insisted on coming with me, though for what reason, I was clueless. We weren’t exactly close, but we were acquaintances. Considering his absolute opposition to being included in this whole thing-despite his brief experience with being one of the ‘Flayed’-he had been undeterrable from coming with me. I glanced over to his restlessly sleeping form on the queen bed less than six feet from mine. With a sigh, I pushed myself the rest of the way up, swinging my legs over the edge of my own bed and stumbling over to the bathroom, cursing under my breath when I banged my shin on the TV dresser.

I splashed cold water on my face, still sweating like crazy. The dream felt all too real and the idea of Billy, or any of the others, dying was utterly terrifying to me. Although I didn’t know why the thought of losing Billy scared me, more than even the thought of losing one of my childhood friends. 

"What're you doing up?" I heard Billy's voice, still rough with sleep. My head jerked up, and through the mirror I saw him leaning in the doorway.

"Just couldn't sleep." I said shortly, spinning on my heel to face him.

"Nightmares?" His tone was teasing, mocking me.

"It's nothing, just shut up." I muttered, pushing past him. He still wore that arrogant grin on his face.

"What? Not as badass as you want everyone to think?" I shook my head, ignoring him and flopping onto my bed. He dropped the subject, and it wasn't long after he hit his own pillow that his breathing evened out. 

I was too afraid to go back to sleep. 

-

"Did you sleep at all?" Billy asked me, slamming the passenger side door shut. I had insisted on driving because, well, it was my car. Despite how many jabs he made at me driving too slow, I loved my car and I wasn't risking it so we could get to our destination a couple hours earlier. 

"Yep." I replied, popping the P. My patience was short. Billy seemed to sense this and, for once, he kept his mouth shut. We rode along in silence for several hours before stopping at a gas station around midday.

"I'll go in and pay." I told him, walking off before he could reply. I immediately went for the coffee, getting him a cup and myself two, I paid for the gas and the drinks, heading back out to the car. He was already in the passenger seat.

"You're so well behaved today." I commented, handing him the coffee. He took it with a slight nod. "What's up?" 

He shrugged. "Would you rather-" 

"Nope, nope. Quiet." I immediately cut him off before he could make a smart remark. He couldn't help the grin that broke out on his face, but he didn't press it.

-

Several hours-and coffee stops-later, it was nearing sunset. Even after countless caffeinated beverages, my eyelids began to droop, and my mind was foggy. At one point, I caught my hand falling off of the steering wheel.

"Either let me drive or we stop for the night. I'm not gonna let you get us in a crash." Billy insisted for the third time this hour. I shook my head slowly. 

"No. We can make it by sunrise if we keep driving." I stumbled over my words.

"Then let me drive." He persisted. I gripped the steering wheel hard in an attempt to keep myself awake, letting the leather covered plastic dig into my knuckles. My resolve weakened when I caught myself slumping forward again. I swerved to the side of the road. "Fine." I muttered. I left the keys in the ignition, putting the car in park before I fumbled with the handle. My fingers were numb from holding onto the wheel so tightly for so long, and I staggered forward when I finally managed to open the door. If not for Billy, I would have face-planted onto the asphalt.

"Woah there." He caught me by the elbows, his voice suddenly not so teasing anymore. "You good?"

"I'm fine." I mumbled, blinking hard and struggling to stay awake. I pulled away from him and, leaning heavily against the car, stumbled to the passenger side. He watched me like a hawk until I finally sat down, not bothering to buckle my seatbelt. My eyes drooped, and I forced them open when I heard him start the car.

At first, my intention was to at least allow myself a break from driving. Despite sleeping in the same room as Billy in motels, I didn't quite trust him enough to sleep in a car being driven by him, considering his more than frightening driving. Eventually though, I caught myself fading in and out of sleep. I gave in, curling against the door and leaning my head on my forearm. The last thing on my mind was nightmares, at this point, considering I had been without sleep for almost a day and a half now. With a tired sigh, I finally succumbed to sleep. 

-

Billy watched out of the corner of his eye as they finally gave in to the sleep that they obviously needed. He couldn't stop the fond smile that forced the corner of his lips to quirk upwards. Their sleep though, was restless and they shifted constantly, brows furrowed even in their sleep. Curling into themself with a troubled, shaky breath, they shifted again in their sleep. He glanced at them once more, frowning at the way their lips were pulled into a frown, how their brows were furrowed, and how their eyes darted around mercilessly under their eyelids. 

The first whimper that escaped their throat made his eyes dart over to them in worry. The second whimper, more of a whine, made his heart clench in his chest. He teased them relentlessly, sure, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried. It wasn't normal, he was sure, for someone to suffer from nightmares so often and so badly. He knew they had problems with nightmares once in a while; from when they had fallen asleep somewhere doing research or looking through books, and he had found them shifting restlessly before suddenly waking up, their eyes wide in alarm. He had made jabs at them about it, but it wasn't until this trip that he had realized, from sharing a motel room with them every night, how often the nightmares plagued them. Every night, he heard them whimpering and mumbling in their sleep, though he could never make out coherent words. He was sure, at some point, that he had heard his name, but convinced himself he was imagining it.

He heard them mumbling something in their sleep again, before gasping and then whining out something that sounded like No, please and then, Not him

Not who? 

Billy shook his head, clearing away the jealousy that had snuck into his chest. They were perfect, everything anyone could ever need, ever want, and more. Of course they already had someone in their life.

And what was he? Nothing. Nobody. His father's words rang in his head. He grimaced, before he was pulled from his thoughts by another small whimper escaping their lips, followed by what sounded like a sob.

He couldn't do this anymore. He pulled over to the side of the road.

-

"No, please! Don't do this!" I screamed uselessly at the huge monster in front of us. The Mind Flayer let loose another roar, a tentacle darting out to drive itself straight into Billy's abdomen. "Not him!! Anybody- anybody…" My voice trailed off into a sob, even though this was a scene that had replayed in my mind over and over again since the whole thing had come up, and then I had met Billy. 

I watched, again, as the monster drove another tentacle into his chest; my feet rooted to the ground and the rest of my body frozen. As I had time and time again, I just stood there helplessly, uselessly, while Billy died in front of me-was brutally killed in front of me-time and time again. 

Except this time, moments after I had cried out, a tentacle grabbed my shoulder. I gasped out in shock, fighting to free myself when it only gripped harder and began to shake me. My eyes flew open in alarm, and my entire body felt clammy. My blood ran cold as I realized the thing, whatever it was, still gripped my shoulder in the darkness. I could hear something, someone saying something, but it was faint beneath the pounding of my heart in my ears. The utter darkness did nothing to calm me and I believed I had woken up into another nightmare. 

"Calm down." Billy demanded. "I can't keep listening to that shit." 

My blood ran cold in my veins. "Fuck. Sorry, sorry. This doesn't happen often I'm just-"

Eyes now adjusting to the darkness, I saw him narrow his eyes. "Like hell this doesn't happen often." His voice was low with anger that masked..concern? "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing." I said stubbornly.

"Tell me." His hands still gripped my shoulders and, though I wouldn't admit it, his touch grounded me enough to keep my mind from wandering to that awful dream.

He finally released me, leaning back in his seat with a huff and running his hand through his hair. I leaned away from him. "Look," I had never heard Billy hesitate before. He sighed. "I can't help you if you don't tell me." 

"..Help me?" My voice came out more quiet than I intended it to. I cleared my throat. "Help me? Since when does Billy Hargrove help anybody?" My question was genuine, but I attempted to lighten the intensity between us with a teasing tone. 

"Since now. Now tell me." 

I finally gave in. "It's just nightmares."

"What can I do?" 

"There's nothing you can do, Billy. But I appreciate the offer, I guess..?" I trailed off questioningly, still thinking he might just be fucking with me. His face was dead serious. I shook my head slightly at the image that flashed in my mind, sucking in a sharp breath.

"What are they about?" He asked me, eyes flickering up to mine as he leaned across the seat, slowly but surely closing the distance between us inch by inch.

"I don't- I don't remember most of the time." 

"Fuck you don't, I can see it on your face. Tell me, I'm a big boy, I can take it." I snorted at that, but my face quickly fell solemn.

"You." I admitted quietly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. I leaned away, not meeting his eyes. He was silent, but I could sense him urging me to continue. "The Mind Flayer, he- he kills you." My voice was barely above a whisper as I squeezed my eyes shut. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him open his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut him off. "Look, it's weird as hell, I know. I'm sorry I can't help it. I don't even know why they're about you, we barely-" Billy suddenly leaned over the seat completely, cornering me against the door and the seat and I pressed myself back, cowering away from his presence. His eyes were intense.

"Sweetheart," He breathed out, lifting my chin with his index finger and forcing me to meet his gaze. "You have nothing to be sorry about. Nothing to worry about." 

I couldn't help the tears that welled up in my eyes for a reason unbeknownst to me.

"It's not just that, Billy." I insisted. "I know you didn't want to get involved in any of this, but I had to drag you into the middle of iy and now you're in immediate danger because of me."

"No, no no. I chose to come of my own free will, you got that?" I shook my head, pulling away from him as much as I could before he enveloped me in as much of a hug as he could manage by leaning over the armrest. It was then I couldn't help myself from burying my face into his collarbone, his chin resting in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I gripped his shirt as a silent sob wracked my body, and he held me tighter against him. 

-

"It's going to be okay." He soothed them. Billy Hargrove had never been a person to comfort someone else; in other words, he didn't have any experience in that field. He had never been in the giving or receiving position of comfort. So he just did what felt natural to do for them, and what his instincts told him they needed. What he thought he would have wanted someone to do for him when he had suffered from nightmares; what he still wanted someone to do for him, as he still experienced nightmares, even today-although they had lessened in severity. 

He never thought he would ever be in the position to comfort someone else, but here he was. Feeling a surge of protectiveness towards them, he held them just a little tighter and just a bit closer.

"I'm sorry, they're just so annoying, so scary." Their words tumbled out as he rubbed their back.

"Hey, everyone has problems with shit like this 

sometimes. Hell, even I do." He muttered the last part into their shoulder, finding himself holding their shirt tightly as he fought tears back at the flashbacks, squeezing his eyes shut. 

-

I pulled away, holding him at an arm's length and widening my eyes, feigning shock. "Billy Hargrove has nightmares??" 

"Yeah, yeah. Shut it." He rolled his eyes, pulling me back against his chest with a huff. I hadn't noticed what he was doing, but the seat suddenly reclined back and I gasped in shock. Billy pulled me back with him, rolling into the backseat and holding me tightly in his arms. I heard his quiet chuckling, and I couldn't help but to laugh softly too, as he tucked me against him in the backseat, draping his arm over my waist. "Get some rest, sweetheart." 

[arom-antix]

A Viktor sketch that ran away with me

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