#when i tell you glow up

[nikatyler]

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[thirdeyeblue]

[jessicas-pi]

y'all got me all hyped to do more merfolk AU art so I finished the Love's Lights scene

[colorfulandblack]

It is the year of our lord 2024 and here I'm eating carrots and desperately digging in the infinity of the abyss that is this hellhole to find some crumbs pertaining a pink haired, three eyes, purple goober with anger issues and going absolutely FERAL about the fact that apparently Starco is canon.

[not-poignant]

Fae Tales - The Nascent Diplomat (Gwyn/Augus)

Pairing: Augus Each Uisge/Gwyn ap Nudd

Tags: Fae politics, past child abuse, past sexual abuse, developing relationship, slow burn, mind games, Unseelie Court (See fic for more tags)

Summary: Augus is summoned by the Unseelie King of the fae to test out his hand at being a diplomat with a secretive, cave-dwelling race of fae known as the vench. He is sent to the remote region of Aethelwaters to strike up a trade deal, with the King’s Mage and executioner - Gwyn ap Nudd - as his bodyguard.

They come face to face with a closed culture largely unreceptive to newcomers, initiations to test their merit, an unusual way of feeding, and pitfalls and traps at every turn. Will it drive the shaky foundation between Gwyn and Augus further apart? Or bring them together?

Fae Tales - 38/? - The Nascent Diplomat - Gwyn/Augus on AO3!

In which one of the world's greatest wordsmiths, the Raven Prince, says one of the most important things he will ever say in his life to Gwyn ap Nudd.

-Thanks to all the Patreon supporters for making this story possible!

Chapter 39 of The Nascent Diplomat is available now for early release, for folks in the Augus & Gwyn+ tiers on Patreon and Ream! :D Temsen's bluff about how well he was surviving the deprivation of touch and intimacy falters, and he seizes the nearest opportunity to feed, which happens to be Gwyn ap Nudd, with unexpected and potentially unwanted results..

[jacqcrisis]

Ronan's standing there, watching this, glad there's a pause on the whole sex thing cause otherwise Astarion wasn't making it out this room unravished, the other party members be damned.

[pittsburghhockeybirds]

It has been 78 days and Enola is still proud of her nincompoop dear dear lord sir boy 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

bonus +++

[enypneon]

speedrunning through elden ring until i get to miquella's haligtree

[omegalomania]

heaven, iowa is..........t4t coded

[petitefleuriste]

[eggs-can-draw]

Magical girl Makoto is the adorable cheerful poster boy of the group who would never hurt a fly and cries out of pity for their enemies sake

Super magical hope girl Makoto can think of at least 17 different ways to kill you with just the items on your person and is currently deciding which he should use for maximum cathartic relief.

low confidence emotional support vs your life ends 7 seconds from now

[pwurrz]

yakumo lets some of his serpentine features peek through in front of quincy one day by complete accident. usually he would recognize the excess of essence coursing through his veins, but he’s far too distracted by the way quincy is standing so close to him, checking him for injuries.

“i-i’m alright, mr. quincy.. thank you.” just a moment ago, the two of them had encountered a group of starving beasts. usually the animals in the forest know better than to try and attack quincy, but hunger was clearly clouding their senses. the forest guardian easily took care of most of them, but a few of them had the element of surprise on their side, forcing yakumo to tap into his serpent powers to protect himself.

quincy hums, confirming for himself that yakumo had indeed escaped the encounter unharmed. he leans back slightly, eyes tracing over the serpent’s face one last time, before he pauses and his own face scrunches up in confusion.

“u-um..” before yakumo can speak, quincy is brushing his bangs away from his forehead, always so unexpectedly gentle for such a large man.

“have your eyes always been this bright?”

yakumo blinks, not expecting the question, before an intense feeling of shame washes over him. he must have let his serpentine features show when he tapped into his yokai powers, and forgotten to transform back.

“oh gosh, i-i’m so sorry! p-please don’t look at me, i-i’ll change back in a secon-” in his frantic, instinctive need to apologize for appearing so unsightly, he almost missed what quincy mutters under his breath.

“..pretty.”

that makes yakumo freeze completely. he’s hardly been called pretty, especially not when he looks.. like this. his thoughts are coming and going so rapidly, he almost can’t pinpoint a specific one. until his mind settles on one crushingly negative thought that’s louder than all the others, and he feels his heart sink.

“p-please don’t.. tease me like that, mr. quincy..” the way he’s far too aware of the space his now visible fangs take up as he says this makes yakumo tear up. he desperately wishes a hole would suddenly appear and devour him, saving him from this terrible situation. quincy has to be joking, that’s the only logical explanation he can come up with. there’s no other way, nothing else that makes sense. how could quincy say anything positive about him when he looks so.. strange? so different? so unsightly? so-

“i wasn’t teasing. you’re pretty.”

a few tears must have slipped out unbeknownst to yakumo, as he feels quincy cup his cheek and gently thumb away the wetness under his eye. the serpent braves taking a look at the man still towering over him, searching for any reason to doubt his words, but all he’s able to see is the sincerity written all over quincy’s face.

yakumo’s blushed many, many times in his life, but he doesn’t think he’s ever blushed this hard. his heartbeat is so loud in his ears he’s convinced quincy can hear it too. if he was flustered before, by quincy nearly standing close to him, he’s barely functional now.

yakumo finds it impossible to look at quincy another second, the fondness in his eyes almost palpable. he settles for ducking his head and staring a hole in the ground, the hand still present on his cheek providing protection as much as it reminds him of the current situation. quincy has to be able to feel how hot his cheek is, but he just keeps rubbing, thumb reaching out to catch tears that streak down his face for an entirely different reason.

quincy thinks he’s pretty. quincy thinks he’s pretty. even with his slit pupils and unnaturally bright eyes, quincy doesn’t think he’s repulsive but rather.. the opposite?

yakumo doesn’t think he’s ever felt this giddy, energy rushing through him with each frantic beat of his heart. normally, he would wonder if someone like him was allowed to feel such happiness. but for the first time, he simply basks in the wonderful feeling of being loved and accepted, even despite his ‘flaws’.

[risingsunresistance]

[skenpiel]

spot ……… huffs and puffs and wheezes.

[tamaharu]

hi donovan dont mind me scrolling thru ur rgu tag for hours ✌️

rgu and its magic spell that makes you think about rgu. its diabolical and it will never lift.

[quietwingsinthesky]

prompt: lucifer and jack, flying

Lucifer-Jack times 🥺

The fact that Jack doesn't know how to fly makes Lucifer angry. (He gets angry about a lot of things that have happened to Jack. That's… new.)

"Not at you," Lucifer tells him, and Jack can feel the guilt radiating off of him. "It isn't your fault. Do you want to learn how to fly?"

That's how they end up thousands of feet in the air, Jack's heart beating faster than ever. He can't be hurt, but he can barely see the ground and-

"Woah, champ"—Lucifer's wings are big enough to engulf Jack with every flap—“I won't let you fall."