#// I absolutely adore these two //

[humblemooncat]

Gods, Lakeland was the perfect backdrop for them. The purple compliments them so well.

Anyway, have more husbuns.

Also, I had to pose how these dorks sleep. Ymir is usually early to wake, but he can't get out of bed until Vikesh does because the man is a weighted blanket and a heavy sleeper.

Ymir's gotten used to it though, and often brings a book to bed with him.

[untilyouremember]

Love, That's an Understatement

Available digitally

[hum-suffer]

Hey! I don't know if you take requests or not but can you write a short anecdote on Nakul and Karenumati?

Anywhoo, you're an AMAZING writer!

Hello!!! Thank you so much, you're so very sweet, love! And of course, I'd love to write for these two dorks.

Three clues of falling

1. Nakul never expected to fall in love with his second wife. Karenumati and he had several differences, their respective ages being the most glaringly obvious. With years and bruises of the forest dwelling ages, he had mellowed, and he had been afraid that a young wife would not understand him.

But he didn't know how wrong he had been.

The first difference he learnt by himself, is that Karenumati dog ears all the books she reads. Nakul has never, in his life, ever read for pleasure. The medical books he reads, he keeps them meticulous and as clean as a recently written book would look. She reads for pleasure and the tales often dance from romance to courage to pain to horror.

The first time he found her in their bed chambers, face down and sniffles loud, he had almost panicked himself to death. The book lying beside her was of no concern to him as he touched her for the first time in three months and held her hand, kneeling on the ground to ask her what was wrong.

She'd leant into the touch and sighed,"I wish love didn't have to be so filthily mocked." Even more questions had darted in his mind and fear gripped his body faster than an arrow— had he seen wrong? Was she unhappy with their union? Did she love someone else?

Panic that coloured him spilt on her too. She read his face and protested,"No, my lord! This story, this story I was reading, it did not have an... amenable ending and I was upset about that fact, is all!"

The sigh of relief he had let out should have clued him about something.

2. The other difference between them was more subtle and took too long to catch up but Nakul is nothing if not persistent.

She abhorred the colour red.

Her wedding outfit was the only one that was ever red in her closet and Nakul wouldn't have noticed the fact, if not for her enthusiasm when she told him of every outfit she bought. A plethora of pinks and yellows, more mellowed blues and greens, starker whites and even glittering blacks. No reds.

"I brought this for you, Renu," he'd said to her, gifting her a golden hued scarf that had her name shakily handwoven. He'd tried his best but medical needles are way better suited in his hands than sewing needles. The scarf had been stark gold enough that a bright red of her name stood out— he blamed this on Panchali, she'd mentioned that the colour scheme would look good and he, as always, followed her advice blindly.

Karenumati took the scarf from his hands gingerly and fingered her name. "Thank you, my dearest," when my lord changed to my dearest had always been a question to him but he did not need an answer to that. She'd been changed from my lady to Renu. "But it is incomplete."

Her hand, so much smaller than his, enclosed around his wrist as she pulled him to sit on their bed. "How is my name ever complete without yours beside it?"

That night, she told him why she hated red. Because it reminded her of everyone her father had executed, because she had been forced to watch those executions, because blood had never been a sight welcome.

That night, he apologized to her, hand in her scented hair. "I'm sorry, Renu," he said, all the formalities forgotten,"I'll sew our names into another cloth. With another stitch."

"No," she'd murmured, lips pressed to his shoulder,"I've started liking this red in your light."

The way he removed almost all of his red clothes from his closet, should have clued him.

3. The third and the biggest difference between the two of them was that while he had mellowed over the years, he became eccentric with her.

An excursion well onto the middle of Indraprasth should have been a good example for them. Anything that Karenumati picked up with a thoughtful look and later put down, Nakul kept a line of. Every shop they went to, every thing she called beautiful, he knew. A memory that never faded was extremely useful in his endeavours, for he intended for his wife to have everything she liked.

The gold cummerband that she'd gifted him last year on his birthday made an obvious click with his every step and he yet wore it everyday to see her laugh. He suspected she'd gifted him that mainly to let her be aware of his presence since he had developed a habit of surprising her.

He had been so engrossed in paying attention to his wife, who flitted from place to place like a butterfly, her green and blue saree marking her the queen of butterflies, that he did not pay attention to just where she'd been leading him. The sight that greeted him when the sun was about to tumble to his own abode was as beautiful as a nymph.

His wife, his young wife who he'd been worried would never understand him, took him to a field of tulips, none red. His favourite flowers danced along the breeze and the orange of the Sun looked nothing as beautiful as rows and rows of the flowers. And none of the flowers looked as beautiful as his wife.

Karenumati grinned at him,"A very happy birthday to you, my dearest."

"Thank you, my love."

[clownsuu]

God I love the insane amounts of d r i p Stanley just casually wears

[chez-cinnamon]

Do you think they had a situationship??

Bonus Teacher's Pet doodles-

[gunstellations]

boop! 💙🤍

[spitinsideme]

the girls are fuc... i mean .. fighting !!!

[arcadiiian]

so i just finished reading assassin's apprentice

[justaz]

merlin’s secret being a visual thing. when he is around arthur or gwen or leon or morgana or [insert whatever character here] merlin seems pale and thin, almost like a ghost or an apparition. when the sun lands on him he reflects it like a corpse, he eyes seem dark and dull. he has this ethereal beauty to him, this otherworldly visage that leads many to believe he is of fae blood. he just doesn’t seem to be 100% human. but when he is ONLY with lancelot or gaius (cough or gwaine bc gwaine DEFINITELY knew) merlin is heartachingly human. merlin shines in the sunlight, colors are brighter and more vibrant around him, and his smiles are wide and his laughs are boisterous. he takes on color and leaves everyone wanting to know him. but when other join in or interact with the two, merlin shifts before their eyes so quickly and suddenly that they aren’t sure whether or not what they saw was a trick of the light. the idea still leaves them wanting more and wanting to see the merlin who is just so full of life but that merlin only appears for a small select group of people. merlin who has a guard so high that it has an effect of other’s perception of him.

[fatedroses]

Two former military elites taking merc jobs perform absolutely hellish battle tactics together.

[sleazyjanet]

the doctor and his boy toy, jamie

[nimuello]

Deku and Bakugou: Sleepy Gremlin Edition ~

[moth-bytez]

a little night out at the bar

petition for the ship between vox, rosie, and alastor to be called rosemedia thank you

[ruinme-please]

IV and III by Scott Kaufman

[eelektroenthusiast]

🤖☆

+tried making a background but idk if it turned out right :/

[hraeesvelgr]

so.. costume epsilon, huh?