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[koffeenoe]

Happy 11th Anniversary BTS!

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Nights Spent In; Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; This is for one of my first mutuals @azulashengrottospiano! I hope you enjoy this, and some domestic Azul! [and I'm keeping a screenshot of your ask ^v^]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Safe to say your social battery was pretty much at zero. You had fun, yes, but all you wanted to do was stay at home in some ridiculously comfortable pyjamas, eat leftovers from lunch, cuddle a bit, and maybe look through the storage container labelled Games! :D since there could be some hidden gems in there. And right now you were cuddled up under a super chunky knit blanket, snug as a bug in a rug.

You were content just putting the leftovers from lunch in the microwave, but Azul had insisted that he made the both of you dinner. You didn’t mind, since you had a nice view of him working away in the kitchen, muttering the recipe of tonight’s dinner to himself. He was even wearing the frilly apron and kitschy oven mitts.

What a dork. I love him so much. You giggled to yourself, watching Azul go about the kitchen, off in his own little world. 

Sighing, you got up — the blanket draped over your shoulders so you were still in your nice blanket burrito — and shuffled over to the Games! :D container, seeing if there was anything interesting that Azul wouldn’t just automatically win. You loved him, but if he made you go bankrupt again in this world’s version of Monopoly one more time you swore that you weren’t going to give him any kisses. You may love him, but he was not a humble winner. 

So any strategy games were completely out the window, luck based games were more on your side… hopefully luck just decided to favour you tonight. At least you had a cute chef at the least.

Hmm? What’s this? Blowing off the dust you pulled out an old edition of Snakes and Ladders. It relied only on luck, so it was perfect!

“Hey, sweetie,” you called to the kitchen.

Azul was just placing your dinner in the oven, it would take about thirty minutes to bake, so he had time to spare… and for you? He could spare all the time in the world for you. “What is it, darling?”

You held up the game under your chin and gave him your biggest smile. “Wanna play?�� You waggled eyebrows for some added flair, and it made Azul chuckle.

“Fine, one round, but I won’t go easy on you,” he said, sitting down at the coffee table. He eyed the game, and squinted his eyes at the dice. A luck-based game? Playing your cards right I see.

“You never do,” you shot him a wink and rolled the dice. You moved your piece forward, not hitting any ladders.

Azul rolled his eyes, but took his turn, overtaking you by two spaces, also not hitting any ladders. “Would you rather that I did?” He looked up at you through his lashes, a small smug smile on his face. 

You hummed as you took your turn, getting a ladder and going up a row. “No, it’s more fun like this, plus you’re extra cute when you get fired up.”

Azul pushed up his glasses, trying to ignore the warmth that had seeped into his cheeks. “Flattery won’t help you, my dear, when I win.”

“We’ll see about that.~”

The rest of the game was spent in silence, the occasional tch escaping when either of you hit a snake, but the game was neck in neck. You had to roll a perfect six to win, and Azul a four, and it was his turn. The both of you had your fingers crossed.

He rolled a two, the exact number that he didn’t want. He moved his piece forward and gritted his teeth as he moved it down two rows. He sighed, handing over the die. He knew that he had most likely lost this game.

You gently took it, and rolled a six. You had won. “Looks like luck was on my side tonight,” you grinned.

Azul grumbled, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. “Would you like a prize for that?” It was part sarcasm, but also part genuine question.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Just spending time with you is a prize in its own right… but I won’t say no to your cooking either!”

It wasn’t really a prize, as you were already getting his cooking for dinner, but it nonetheless made Azul feel soft and warm. The two of you really should spend more nights in if they were going to be like this.

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Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @inkybloom-luv, @identity-theft-101, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[chiropteracupola]

an assortment of my temeraireverse fic-dragons!

[cygnet and honoré are from fifteenth-century britain and france, aquilillus, flavia magna, and bán are from second-century britain, and cipachcoatzin is from sixteenth-century mesoamerica]

[thedeadthree]

✧ — FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTERS POLL.

TAGGED BY @fenharel, @happilyobsessing and @leviiackrman tyty sm!! <3

— RULES: make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

— TAGLIST (opt in/out via this post !!🥀💌):

@loriane-elmuerto, @pavus, @carrionsflower, @auricfog, @girliefailure

@sunsofdawn, @risingsh0t, @anotherbeingsworld, @statichvm, @full---ofstarlight

@grapecaseschoices, @tommyarashikage, @shadowsofrose, @shadowglens, @weisshaupts

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@florbelles, @celticwoman, @neonshrike, @cloudofbutterflies92, @adelaidedrubman

@carlosoliveiraa, @pinkfey, @raresvtm, @yharnams, @aceghosts

@confidentandgood, @theelderhazelnut and you!! 🥀💌

[mo-ok]

sentai moments that play on repeat in my brain

(j.a.k.q - goggle v)

[gecko-in-a-can]

The sun gets bright out in the Mojave, better hide your vampires

[theharellan]

Wisdom wakes to face the dawn. @theshirallen

“Spirit-speaker, voice of Wisdom, I need your aid.”

Her voice would rouse him from the deepest slumber, he thinks he might cast off the pall of death itself to find his way to her side.

Instead, he shrugs off the white sheets of the honoured Dreamer, and wipes his hand across the back of his mouth. Crystallised remains of honeywater cling to his lips where his fellows had painted them in his sleep, a thoughtful gesture, if done in vain. The well of the Fade had proven deep, and he had drank from it gladly, almost forgetting the body that waited for him in the lands below.

Almost.

“You’re awake. Good.” Kindness comes first. They always do, quick to notice struggle and try to correct it. Without waiting, they move to sit in the space his head had lain, hands separating long trails of hair and beginning to braid them. They are gentle, but the feeling tugs. Everything does, from the air to his shoulders, as though the spinning of the world seeks to return him to his slumber.

But the voice beckons, and his hair spins further down his back.

“Has something happened?” Wisdom asks, gingerly touching the beginning of his braid. “The war-”

“Drags on,” Kindness finishes for him. “I don’t presume you found any answers, in your Fade wanderings?”

His tongue catches behind his teeth, but it is a simple enough matter to spin his hesitation into consideration. “Nothing definitive,” he says. “I… expected to have more time before I dawned.”

“You will have more time, I’m sure. For now, the All-Mother needs you.” He feels their hand twist something into his hair, and pin the braid’s end to its beginning. They tuck themself before him now, the silver vallaslin on their face a mirror to his gold.

“You still haven’t told me what I’m walking into,” he reminds them. The cold air shivers against him as he crosses the room to stand before an intricate wardrobe. As he reaches for his robes he sees the scars from the last battle he took part in still burn upon his skin. Frowning, he shrugs the clothes on, buttons tight across his breast. The weight of the wolfskin lands with a more comforting weight as he tethers it at his waist, and Kindness comes to smooth the fur in a singular direction.

“Our lady’s wounded pride,” they say, half-fond and half-weary. “She is not accustomed to being denied.”

His ears and his curiosity pique, but they force his shoulders towards the door. “I will let Mythal speak with her own voice, and not lend mine when it has already failed her.”

They shake their head at him when his look prompts for further explanation, shoving him harder until his feet obey. “Good luck, lethallen,” they bid as the halls of Mythal’s palace open for him.

The gilded walls of Mythal’s palace glow dully in the gloom, the All-Mother’s mood seemingly baked into the architecture. Wisps that act as sconces in the wall shimmer as he passes, some straying from their duty to float in the forward wind of his stride or gather beneath the shelter of his braid. Their glow is glittering starlight on his hairline, ringing a crown around him as the doors to the court swing open.

Awaiting him is the usual audience: the lesser servants and knights; the noble representatives and sycophants; and those of his nature, the minor aspects that distilled into Benevolence. And above them, garbed in robes that flow from glassy steps, is Mythal. Whatever her mood, she glows, shining like the stars.

They all seem to fade away when she sights Wisdom, the figures gauze-like in contrast to his fullness within the singularity of her vision.

“You walk among us again, my Wisdom,” she calls. “What knowledge have you returned to us with?”

She does not ask the question she wants him to answer, but he addresses it dutifully, without hesitation: “None that we may use at present.”

“A pity. The people suffer while we hunt for answers.”

The accusation cuts. He bows his head in apology. “I will not fail you.”

“No,” Mythal says, words soothing the doubts her own tongue incited. “I suspect you will not.”

It is not often she quits her throne, but she forgets it to join his side, shadow falling over him even as the light of her expression guides his eyes. With flawless hands, she scatters the wisps that have crowned him, smile thin upon her lips. “Come,” she bids him. “I would speak to you alone.”

The sentiment alone would be enough to clear the room, but she does not linger, guiding him past the court and out into the gardens. Impossible fountains fall forever from the air, spiraling around floating land masses where spirits gather. They peer over the edges before shrinking out of sight, but he cannot miss the impression of their hearts straining to hear the All-Mother’s words. He forces back his smile, and says nothing of them.

As they walk together, the fullness of Mythal begins to fade, her perfection falter. The intense blackness of her hair loses its shine, and the smile she casts upon him is tired around the edges.

“I know what you are thinking, my Wisdom,” she says, her chiding delicate. Fond. “We have been over this before.”

“You do not need to posture for them,” he says anyway. “They will love you regardless.”

“You speak not with your wisdom when you advise me so-”

“- You gave me a heart when you bid me to your side. Can you fault me for thinking with it, on occasion?”

“- I need them to trust me, as well as love me-”

“As I trust and love you.”

Mythal smiles upon him, twisting a lock of hair from his braid. She twirls it around her finger like a ribbon as she says, “That is why I summoned you.”

His heart jumps in his chest, remembering her admonishment before the crowd. “My efforts against the Titans-”

“- must wait. You will find the answer to the people’s prayers, but when the fighting is through, we will need to be in a position of strength. Our siblings in power will seek to gain ground, and if we falter, they will suffer.” She does not name them, but he feels them in the silence between her thoughts: the people he has walked amongst; shielded from the earth’s fear; guided through hostile grounds to those within her protection.

He nods. “What would you ask of me?”

“There is room enough for another aspect in my court, and I have just a one in mind. Not so old as Fear, but more powerful, and far less likely to be scattered by dawn.”

Dread tightens his throat as the nature of her request begins to occur to him. He rolls up the sleeves of his robes and scratches at his scars before her hand swats his nails away from his skin. Grateful, obedient, he clasps behind his back. “You wish for me to ask it on your behalf.”

“I already asked on my behalf,” she says with an air of disdain. “And Kindness, first, then Mercy. They burned through my whole court before I came to them, and even I, they refused.”

Pride burgeons in his chest, like the first beams of sunlight at daybreak. “But you believe I will succeed where you have failed?”

“Your victories are mine,” she assures him, tucking the strand she had tugged away behind his ear. “But you speak with the voice of the People as no other in my courtroom can. The love you bear for me, not the All-Mother, but Mythal, may grant you the favour that even I lacked.”

She bends to knight him with a kiss to his crown, and he bows his head dutifully to accept her gift. “I will not fail you.”

“I know you won’t, my love.”

[fishermcn]

Whether there were any true forms prior to the near drowning of the isle or if all along these powers were derived from the lightless depths, the magic that dwells within Nerendread is irrevocably a corruptive force. Though the shapes it may take and the powers granted unto the wielder may vary greatly, the cost always remains the same-- blood, and no small amounts of it.

From the wild men of the southern shores, who flay the innocent into bloody chum and are rewarded with the monstrous forms of sharks, to the river whisperers of the Mistmires, who with a muttered breath can rouse a stretch of water into a seething tidal wave, there are none who commune with the dread Tide that are not utterly enured to the darkness that it fosters within them.

Fishermen rely on their baleen charms for some small protection from harmful magicks and their wielders, but against these ever darkening powers... gunpowder and steel remain their most steadfast allies.

[blindmagdalena]

i really wanna spend valentine's day with homie..do you think he'd be romantic? how would he wanna spend the day?

Homelander strikes me as an intensely traditional romantic. Everything he knows about romance, he's pulled from movies. That means roses, chocolates, diamond jewelry, candlelit dinners. He wants classic romance.

That means buying out an entire movie theatre for a private showing. It means a romantic cruise for just the two of you. It means dinner on the pier with fairy lights and live music. It means sharing a hot bath full of rose petals. It means flying you across the world for a once in a life-time meal that he thinks nothing of. Does he personally sprinkle a trail of rose petals to a luxurious jacuzzi bath for the two of you to share? No, but he does hire a Vought intern to do it, and that's basically the same, right?

Homelander would be a very intimidating partner to have on Valentine's day because he's all about these huge, sweeping gestures. He needs you to see his love, believe the scope of it. Love has always been a conditional, quantifiable thing to him. He's not well versed in showing it any other way. His life is so ruled by consumerism, by capitalism, by transaction. It would be easy to feel inadequate by comparison when he's pulling out all the stops every single time. But you know what would just wreck him? A card with your love written plain as day. Homemade baked goods with little heart decorations on top. A scarf you knitted that he'll never need, but that he would wear anyways because you made it for him.

Because you were made for him.

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Aventurine.

[destroyyaa]

I was tagged by the ever lovely @fabdante !! thank you for the tag :3 Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone’s favorite. Alright lads, time to pick your fave out of these!

I tag: @callalili @vhsv0id @sapphire-chan @capnlinnius and @twinkgender !! (only if you want to tho :3)

[martyrbat]

alfred in wonderland – batman tales: once upon a crime

[ID: a watercolour of Batman and several of his associated allies about to spring into an attack to save Alfred! All the characters are in their superhero costumes. Damian al Ghul is on top of a giant green dinosaur while holding a sword. Zatanna has her magic wand held up and ready to charge! Dick Grayson and Jason Todd are just standing there, next to Bruce in the centre. Jon Kent, still as a child, is floating in the air and has his fist outstretched in front of him! Barbara Gordon and Selina Kyle are on the front lines and are nearly blocking the others behind them in their eagerness to fight. END ID]

[maraschinotopped]

when i first saw all of sbmr2 i thought it was kind of a shame that there wasnt a new 'evil bomberman team' or any new bombermen in general... but then i realized that meant i could make new bombermen. because im an artist and can do that. so heres calamity seed as a bomberman <3

poor girl got overgrown :(

alt design below cut

thought it would be fun to also design a more 'dastardly bomber' inspired bomberman design too lol

some annoying bastard vs the reanimated horrors. who will win.

[fluxweeed]

hey. hope this message doesn't bother you. I love you. I love your work. you are one of my favorite fic authors, I am absolutely obsessed with everything you write. reread everything ten times over, drarry or not, fluffy or angsty - even when it absolutely shatters my heart (e.g. for lack of wanting, SUCH a great fic btw i'm so obsessed with it). the four doors? life changing. two to lie and one to listen? engraved into my brain for eternity. what's mine is yours? what a ride holy shit, im VERY normal about it. wrapped? my comfort read. and so it goes.

if I could aggressively smother you with kudos and love I WOULD!!!

awhile ago you said that there's no such thing as "big deals" in fandom and I 100% agree but at the same time you are a big deal TO ME!!! not in the sense of any kind of hierarchy but purely based on the fact that I think you are such a cool person and your writing is amazing and poignant and your presence in fandom makes it so much better. it's been a pleasure following you here on tumblr and just reading your tags and posts.

idk I just think you rule. that's it. thank you for hanging with us. MWAH 💛

ahhhh anon sorry for leaving this message sitting in my inbox for a couple of days but !! i have zero idea how to react to this!! you're so kind!! thank you!! please discard any and all inclinations u have that i am a cool person bc i can assure you i am NOT!!

[thedeadthree]

⚖️ 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐘 -`. fo(tv) • 🥂 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀 “𝐃𝐎𝐓” fo(tv)

🩺 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 -`. fo3 • 💄 𝐀𝐍𝐀 -`. fo4

🌞 𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀 -`. the witcher • 🌌 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 -`. asoiaf

🐇 𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀 -`. bg3 • 🐦‍⬛ 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 -`. vtm

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @marivenah, @rhettsabbott, @kyber-infinitygems, @crownrots, @loriane-elmuerto, @risingsh0t and @a-treides to use this 𝐩𝐢𝐜����𝐞𝐰!! ty sm!!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆:

@girliefailure, @bloodofvalyria, @shadowsofrose, @hartsvale, @jendoe

@queennymeria, @faerune, @rosenfey, @grapecaseschoices, @griffin-wood

@carlosoliveiraa, @aezyrraeshh, @avallachs, @florbelles, @unholymilf

@katsigian, @hookhearted, @theelderhazelnut, @rolangf, @shellibisshe

@loriane-elmuerto, @jennystahl, @roberthouse69, @lavampira, @celticwoman

@aceghosts, @imogenkol, @zevlor, @vanoefucks, @shadowglens

@confidentandgood, @adelaidedrubman, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @full---ofstarlight and you!!

[goldenlyrad]

Hey reminder that I'm pro transharmful.. if that wasn't so obvious?? If you aren't I'm going to kindly shove you out the door 😭