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[offorestsongs]

hiii algy!! can i plz request my yuu, Shion? interacting with ur yuu, Lysander? idk I just thought it would be nice to have our yuus interact lol. maybe they can be cooking? that'd be nice ^^ /nf ofc!! :D

hiii Kanae <33

for some reason Shion's color scheme reminded me of ice cream?? so they're getting ice cream :3 also i've read that Shion likes crocheting so the two of them could maybe bond over that

[sansloii]

gonna need to know if andris is putting fingers in mouths or getting fingers put in his mouth, respectfully 🫴

Excuse the lack of formatting and w/e but Andris is 100% putting fingers in someone's mouth

[deceptivemorals]

She kissed him back, lingering a little longer than she usually would. Then she pulls back, breaking the kiss. He mentions her favourite.... and she has to actively battle her own thoughts about whether or not she deserves a man like him.

"Did I change your mind about love...?"

      it's evident to him that she needs him for emotional support tonight although he doesn't comment on it. instead, he let his thumbs brush lightly against her waist in an attempt to soothe her and fight her inner turmoils.

      "i don’t think you ever had to do that." he suddenly knew what she was referring to. he once told her that he doesn't believe in love. he had not been entirely sincere although it also hadn't been a lie.

      "i know there is love, but there have been times when i forgot that this option exists for me. for me, love is incredibly rare. and perhaps i was convinced, perhaps i still am sometimes, that it's better for me to refrain from love. i..." he paused and gulped slightly, focusing on the brush of his thumbs. he is a man who has concealed such deeper vulnerable emotions successfully. and he knows that there's a dark truth regarding him and love.

      "i tend to doom people. i bring destruction. when you love someone and that person loves you in return you're uniquely vulnerable. they have a power to hurt you that's like nothing else." he knows that they are in a phase where katerina had the power to hurt him if she wants to because he loves her so much. but it's not the thing he worries about.

      "sometimes i'm terrified that i hurt you, that you'll get hurt because of me just because i have feelings for you. i could never forgive myself if something happens to you." if he fails again. he hasn't been in love with her when they first met. he was smitten, yes, but it wasn't yet love. nonetheless he wanted to protect her and he failed. it's one of his biggest worries.

      "and yes, i do have feelings for you. very intense ones. feelings i didn't think i would be capable of feeling again." || @malka-lisitsa

[katwritesshit]

Buttercup - Does your OC have any odd quirks/habits?

Answering this for Nikita!!

Nikita has a habit of accidentally stumbling upon ancient religious temples/ruins. It's happened to her like 20 times since the start of the story.

She also bites her nails WAYYY too much when shes anxious/excited <33

THANKS FOR BEING MY MUTUAL BTWW <3333

[swevene]

✏️ Belle to Cyneric

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ! | @timeguardians

Cyneric, sweating: Belle, there’s something I need to ask you- Belle: Finally! You’re proposing! Cyneric: How’d you know? Belle: Cyneric, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Belle: I even picked it up once.

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Belle: We either die free, or die trying! Cyneric: Are those the only choices?

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Belle: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Cyneric: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Belle: ... Belle: You mean ring bearER, right? Cyneric: ... Belle: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

[trailblczed]

hc + 😨

fear themed themed headcanon prompts | accepting.

No one can stop him from constantly worrying that Caelus is putting his friends and loved ones in danger simply by existing as a mobile nuclear bomb. That's a big concern he has. Though knowing, at the very least, Welt can knock him out before actually imploding (though whether that was a one time lucky result lad isn't sure nor will he think too hard because it will consume him if he does) makes him feel a bit more at ease.

Otherwise, less intense fear- not big fan of bugs. Sounds and texture and "creepy" movements makes him feel icky.

[exclted]

˚ · . @fellpurpose asked:

"lucina. " there's a notable lack of theatrics today — his mother would be proud. " do you have a minute? i have something for you." owain reveals a carefully crafted book concealed behind his back, meticulously bound and wrapped with painstaking care. as children, they'd shared a love of myths and legends. distant memories of huddling beneath blankets and pouring over long-forgotten histories together, whispering and giggling as they wove tales of their own and dreamt of their futures as a renowned exalt and legendary prince. in time's eyes, they are nothing more than footprints on the sand. here one minute, and gone the next. but perhaps this way, their legacy endures. the gift is handed to her — the epic of their lives, which owain has penned for nights on end. it remains incomplete for now (which he supposes is for the best. together, they'll write their own endings). " happiest of birthdays, cousin. may you be blessed with many more. "

She will always have a minute for him.

"This..."

Lucina blinks down at the volume in his hands as though she can't quite decipher what she is looking at, or perhaps is trying to convince herself that it is real. She takes it into her own slowly, carefully, the way one might handle the most fragile of porcelain.

And it is, to her. All of her life she had spent in shadows of legends, of kings and heroes woven into history. It had been her dream to be among them once, to someday be chronicled as a legendary Exalt. It was a dream she had long ago surrendered, watched crumble with the very world around her.

Until now, in this moment. Even if the pages beneath her fingers will only ever be read by herself and Owain, even if she is forgotten to time the way fate had wished for her, for a moment she has become what she had always hoped.

"Owain, I..." There is warmth in her eyes and her throat has swollen with emotion, but she is smiling in a way that she has not since they were children. There are a thousand words for her gratitude, and yet somehow there are none. She settles on a simple, weak, "Thank you."

[emissaryoftheguilty]

absolutely OBSESSED with the Jon Bellion lyrics, pop off king

thank you SOOOOOOOOO much, i'm so glad someone also loves guillotine!!! MWAMWAMWA KISSIES

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

🔥 (whatever you want. Be salty for a hot minute lol)

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. ->

outofroses: Okay...so. Admittedly, I am a bit nervous about posting this...but...here it goes.

I’ma preface this to say I do not care how someone portrays/roleplays a character.  There is no right or wrong way to respond to a character and draw meaning from them. That is what art is made to do.   

Haruhi Fujioka is not non-binary. She just doesn’t give a flying fridge how people perceive her. Just because she is not bothered by societal expectations, or gender norms, does not automatically equate to her identifying as anything other than female. I do understand where people come from when they assume her gender identity, however, I feel there is ample evidence in the series that suggests otherwise. There are multiple instances in the series when she tells the host club, “I never claimed otherwise.” Simply to mean, the host club [and the audience] first assume she is male; they never asked for clarification (because they assumed her gender) and she never felt the need to correct them (because she doesn’t care).

Tamaki: You're a girl?

Haruhi: Yes. Never claimed otherwise.

Another example is during Episode 3 – Beware the Physical Exams! The host club worries that she will be found out, resulting in Haruhi having to quit the host club.  Ultimately, Haruhi says she doesn’t care if the school finds out she is a girl, basically an “it is what it is!” the typical kind of attitude from our mc heroine, here. So, if she doesn’t care, then why does she stay in the host club? Well, lol without her staying in the host club, then we wouldn’t have the story in the first place.  Chiefly, she cares about erasing her debt.  Money and food are powerful motivators for Haruhi (incidentally, aren’t these things always powerful motivators for the “poor”?). 

Another example is in Episode 26 – This Is Our Ouran Fair, Haruhi complains that she is the only one dressed as a girl.  Hikaru playfully reminds her that it is cosplay, so it is “okay for her to be dressed as a girl”, to which Haruhi responds with: “I am one, you know?”

It is true that Haruhi enjoys wearing “men’s” clothing simply because they feel more comfortable. Additionally, Haruhi is incredibly frugal.  There are instances where we see the clothes that she wears are often hand-me-downs from her father; why buy an entirely new wardrobe when there is already a perfectly acceptable wardrobe that is not being worn?

I think it is perfectly okay for her to identify as female and not “fit into” what society deems is female, or even what society deems as non-binary.  Why do these characteristics need to point to her being non-binary? I don’t get it.  Why can’t cis women wear “men’s” clothing because they are comfy? Why can’t cis women not care about gender conformity?  Why is it, if she is all these things, do these things equate to her possibly being non-binary? She only ever confirms (several times to the host club and audience) that she is female.

I do not dismiss this character’s contribution to the non-binary community in general.  It is true that she had a profound influence on me while I was growing up, and just figuring out who I am.  As I was prepping to answer this ask, I came across this…

"It's what's on the inside that counts": How Haruhi Fujioka helped me embrace being genderfluid.

While I do not think Haruhi is genderfluid, I do believe she has helped many people understand that no matter who you are, appearances and labels do not matter.  I found comfort in the fact that someone like Haruhi, who never once states that she IS male, or THEM, but purely a cis female, could readily accept and hold space for people who are just like me.  She is a powerful ALLY. She does not care…she is the most unbothered person in the world.

Haruhi: Besides, it doesn't really matter does it? Guy, girl, or appearance (I don't understand why this kind of club exists). Its what's on the inside what counts, right?"

Tamaki: ...Well, true...

[puckish-rogue]

"Are you growing a beard? I've always had rather a soft spot for bearded men."

Flirting Sentences, Vol. 3 || Accepting

" Really? You mean it? In that case I'll grow it out a bit more just for you! That is as long as you quit lookin' into the shit I get up to, cause man is it starting to get real fuckin' annoying. "

@un1awful

[offorestsongs]

Wait uhm uhm let me distract you plus rook and lys...

anon how are you so fast,,, but thank you so much for the ask!!

Lysander insomnia time !! woo !!! as you can see, i got a bit carried away.....

(ask game here!)

"I'm so sorry," Lysander said, eyes stubbornly locked on the floor; old, dark wood and a red-brown rug, on the more ugly side of things, just like many other items that were already in Ramshackle when Lysander arrived. Definitely not as pleasant to look at as his boyfriend's face, except if Lysander looked Rook in the face right now, the embarrassment and guilt would eat him alive.

There were few things that Lysander hated more than this. Maybe he was a meek, powerless human without an ounce of magic in his veins, but there were still parts of his life he could rein and and take control of. He didn't like exposing just how little that was. Just exactly how powerless he really was.

And — most of all — he didn't like being dependent on anyone. Not his friends. Not even his boyfriend. Lysander should be the person others could depend on, not the other way around.

"I keep bothering you at night and I know I shouldn't, you should get rest too, I know, and yet I'm still being so selfish and—"

"Oh non, love, I shall not allow you to speak about yourself in that way," Rook cut in before Lysander could finish his guilt-filled monologue; he hooked his finger under Lysander’s chin, gently raising Lysander’s head.

Lysander looked away, cheeks hot.

"You're not burdening me, mon fleur. Do you think I could sleep soundly, knowing my beloved cannot peacefully rest? It would torment my soul as much as yours. And," Rook leaned in closer — even without looking at him Lysander could still hear a smile in his voice. "I, too, sleep better while holding you in my arms. No lullaby could ever replace the beating of your heart."

They've been over this conversation so many times now. Lysander, not able to sleep another night, called Rook. Rook, in turn, showed up at Lysander’s bedroom as if it was nothing unusual. Then Lysander started to get bad, then Rook went to coax him— according to their usual schedule, this was the time where Lysander finally gave in.

How could he not, when his boyfriend was being so impossibly sweet?

He let out a sigh. "You're impossible," he said, not without fondness. He finally looked up at Rook and almost instantly regretted it.

Rook's eyes were so warm and full of affection; Lysander had no idea how to handle it. Was it all really for him? Was he really worth it?

"Shall we get to bed?" Without waiting for an answer, he swooped Lysander off the floor, holding him now like one would a bride.

Well. That certainly did the trick. There was no easier way to wipe every coherent thought from Lysander’s head than to remind him how strong his boyfriend was.

"Warn a boy next time!" Lysander yelped, thought half of his words drowned in his own laughter.

Feeling just a little bit lightheaded and with his arms wrapped around Rook's neck, he allowed Rook to carry him to the bed.

They laid together, limbs wrapped around eachother, Rook's head on Lysander’s chest, just above his heart. Some of the anxiety seizing Lysander’s heart up until now had eased. He felt warm and comfortable and right.

(Rook was still wearing his day clothes, but Lysander didn't comment on it. If his boyfriend felt comfortable sleeping in jeans, who was Lysander to judge him?)

"I am worried about you, thought. Those restless nights, they seem to be happening more often these days. Will you tell me what plagues your mind?"

Lysander pursed his lips. "Not tonight," he said, absentmindedly playing with the choppy ends of Rook's hair.

One day. One day he will tell Rook about it all, about his fears and memories. But that wasn't the day for it — maybe he won't be, for a long time. He was sure Rook will understand. If there was one person in the world who would understand keeping things close to your chest, it was Rook.

"Ah." Rook raised his head to look at Lysander. He was smiling like a cat just about to catch the mouse. "Should I distract you, then?"

Lysander’s cheeks turned a shade of pink almost matching his hair.

"You were supposed to help me sleep, not keep me up all night!"

"Just one kiss, mon cheri, that is all I ask of you. Your lips — non, your face — look too beautiful in the evening light to not kiss them."

Lysander was never one for strong will. "But just one kiss," he said, fully aware it will end up being much more.

"Just one! You have my word."

And Lysander allowed Rook to kiss the breath out of him, kiss him until every bone in his body felt like it was melting, kiss him until there was no thoughts left in his head.

[sansloii]

Andy's types are monsters, people that are a little harsh to him and give him shit, people that he can turn that around on, people taller than him that won't hesitate to yank on his $100 tie, people shorter than him that won't hesitate to yank on his $200 tie, people with dark hair ( black, brown, etc ), people that either don't mind or accept his obsessive tendencies, did I say people that give him shit already because that really gets him going sometimes--

[deceptivemorals]

Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

limiting myself to five is difficult, but fortunately, i also received this message on my other blog :D

@lordofthestrix: i can only say again and again that i am incredibly impressed by your choice of words/vocabulary because all your replies/interactions with tristan are very eloquent. i definitely learn new words by reading our/your interactions.^^ i also love the special relationship my elijah has with your tristan, and the fact that you have interesting (and sometimes unexpected) plot ideas. ♥

@fbiartist: i miss you so much. your muse was the first muse outside the tvd-universe my elijah interacted with and somehow we matched. to my knowledge, you aren't currently here anymore (at least not on this blog) but i still hold dear that dynamic between our muses ♥

@foundationbuilt: i missed you so much during your absence and as i already said countless times, i'm overjoyed that you're back. <3 i love the universe we built together even if the au appears unusual. i especially loved that it grew out of an answered meme and a following 'but what if'. plus elijah also missed bickering with his brother even if he wouldn't admit it xD

@elenaes/ @klaeus: i've been admiring you from afar for some time before i thought perhaps i should actually follow you (i rarely follow someone first because of insecurities asfasdf). i love your writing on both elena and klaus and you're also so talented when it comes to the graphics/layouts you create ♥

@ladicsa: i often find it very difficult to interact with characters that come from shows i don’t know because i rarely go into (to me) unknown territory. but you were very welcoming and made it easy for me to interact with kisa. we matched, developed chemistry, and our dynamics got a direction i didn’t expect at first. i’m really curious about where kisa and elijah will end up ♥

bonus to @weavecalled: i know you for years (back when you still had your elijah on your noblcbrother url). your knowledge of elijah is amazing and you're such a great help whenever i have a question. your interactions with tina are chefkiss and one of my favorite things to read on the dash. i also love the dynamic my elijah has with your jeremy although we haven't interacted in a while ♥

[grihm]

@icebrgvdka asked: " what are you doing tomorrow night ? "

─── THE QUESTION HAD SHILOH pausing for a moment to think, her gaze shifting away from the woman before her and instead down towards the ground. It was a simple inquiry, really, and yet the brunette found herself fumbling over her thoughts and second-guessing each conclusion that she came to. Either Desdemona wanted to see her again, or she was simply curious about her bizarre lifestyle. The latter seemed the more likely, but …

          ❝Well, uh, I was planning to visit some old friends, but—❞ Shiloh lifted her head, her gaze meeting with a pretty pair of pale blues. ❝—I could… make myself free? Maybe? If you want that?❞ Each word that left her lips made the grin on her face widen, dimples blooming in her cheeks.

[swevene]

WHAT KIND OF LOVE ARE YOU ?

Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

tagged by: @sapientiiae tagging: @glxciated, @wolfvirago, @agloryofuniicorns, @vintera, @peculiarbeauty

[trailblczed]

hc + 🌇

morning or evening rituals themed headcanon prompts | no longer accepting.

In typical Gamer Fashion- Caelus is a night owl. He enjoys staying up late being engrossed in his games without having to be distracted by tasks that need doing or other types of work.

But- he also takes frequent naps throughout the day, so he can "recharge", as his energy drains fairly rapidly. So even when he does go to sleep at some 3am, he will be awake again at like 6am.

It takes him a good bit upon waking up to really process that he is, in fact, awake. Slow, groggy, eyes half closed unaware of the world--- Very eepy boy.