#❃ tbt (ask memes)

[lightsiided]

“Thank you for loving me.” king of asgard au 😚

* fluffy / reassuring starters | accepting

     the afternoon is peaceful. sunlight streams through the open windows; distantly, rey can hear the sounds of people talking outside on the palace grounds below. they are alone in her study -- just she, thor, and the books.

it had been a productive morning. these days, there always seems to be MUCH to do. people are constantly asking questions or seeking their counsel; rey's galaxy remains in need of guidance as the republic rebuilds. asgard is facing many changes...

and they remain at the center of it all. busy, but happy. for now, all their troubles are BEHIND them.

much like thor is, now, with his arms wrapped around her and his chin perched at the top of her head. rey smiles, resting her hand on his forearm and squeezing. "don't be ridiculous," she says. "you are a part of me. my heart is with you always. i could never NOT love you for even a moment."

the words are said reflexively, without her having to think about them. it is of no consequence to her; absently, rey begins shuffling through the rest of their to-do list. it's always in the back of her mind: they still need to speak with the farmers and check on the homes being built. then rey must connect with finn and poe -- they were meant to be addressing the new galactic senate today. she sighs, rolling her head back into thor's chest.

then, as if finally realizing what he has said, rey QUICKLY twists around to squint up at him.

"what's on your mind?" she asks, concern clear on both her face and in her voice. "is something bothering you?" they have been BUSY, yes, but she's done her best to make time for thor despite it all.

he is KING now -- and his people adore him. it's no surprise their private moments have been limited.

rey turns fully so that they are face-to-face. the sunlight is hitting him just right, making his blue eyes sparkle like kyber crystals. she stares at him unabashedly, pushing up onto the tips of her toes (for all the good it does). "i hope you know how proud of you i am," she murmurs. "since all this has happened, i think i have come to love you EVEN MORE than i already did."

tenderly, she lifts a hand to brush her fingers over his shoulder, up to his neck. it is because of him their future is so bright. she could never find the words to thank him ENOUGH for all he has done. as angry as she once was... rey has come to see what a gift thor has given all of them. what his sacrifice has meant. her free hand squeezes his metal one.

"thank you for all you do. it's not lost on me that YOU have created this happiness for us." rey's thumb strokes back and forth over his knuckles. perhaps she can find a way to prolong these few moments of peace they have stolen for themselves. can't they speak with the farmers tomorrow? "all while loving me more and better than anyone else ever could."

@othunderous

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

Don’t be a baby.

Wh- you’ve been calling me a baby the entire time. I put on the diaper for you.

WHAT DO YOU WANT.

[popcultr]

👯 + milo and tatum?? <3

send me 👯 + a ship, and i’ll choose them matching halloween costumes!

oh this was so easy, mostly because milo is a basic white boy, i'm sorry tatum, rip, asdfghj. but i still think these are two cute ideas <33

milo as fred and tatum as daphne from scooby doo!!

milo as woody and tatum as bo peep from toystory!!

[konkuuritobye]

hey goobers

this is an inbox call

[adreaminmyheart]

@thecajungator said: Nico's just gonna stand there looking smug. 💋

Oh no, now this was embarrassing. A cute guy requesting a kiss? Made his heart pound faster, it would be his first since the breakup, he was a little afraid. But Nico had been so nice, and welcoming to him. And of course, that smug look. Looks like that only increased his affection, given that he was the kind of person who rarely had such a look on his face.

"Well, since you asked..."

Deep breath in, and release. Okay Danny. You can do this. Almost clamping his eyes shut out of nervousness, he takes a step forward, and the magic (at least to him) happens. is lips press against the other feline's, and he feels a warmth in his heart. Like a cold place had just been ignited, even though they'd only known each other a short time.

Danny really wasn't the best at hiding when he crushed on someone. Lost in the moment, it lingers for a short time, and when he does finally pull away, that nervous frown is a stupid grin. He's a bit dazed by the whole experience.

[two-sides-halved]

You should fuse Vincent and Steven and Sasuke, put your faves together and shake them up.

[eternasci]

🎨 only if ur inspired mwah

SEND 🎨 FOR THE MUN TO DRAW A PICTURE OF YOUR MUSE. No more for now.

[dreadwxlf]

@aetherianxarchive sent: “You look like a…. Toast!”

GIVE  MY  MUSE  A  NICKNAME  /  PET  NAME.

~ The elf laughs, shaking his head a bit. " ...I am glad to see you remember Toast, da'len. " Toast -- the name she had coined for his wolf form when he visited her the Fade long ago. ~

~ " Perhaps Toast will visit you again sometime soon. " ~

[stella-sanguis]

Anonymous sent: 1, 9!

What made you pick up this character?

:: I loved how his character was so much more than what it appeared to be on the surface! I love characters that have a lot of depth, as it gives me a lot to explore in my writing. Astarion is a constant contrast between the seductive, carefree character he presents, and his true vulnerable self. He's even more interesting because he's fully aware of this facade he presents and why he does it, which you typically don't get with similar characters. ::

9. Have you tweaked this character from canon? If so, what did you tweak?

:: The only major thing I've tweaked is that I don't write Ascended Astarion; I almost view them as two completely different characters, and because Ascended Astarion doesn't really have that depth and contrast I talked about previously, I'm not really compelled to write him. ::

[dalishborne]

“  i don’t wanna get up.  ” (Doesn't have to apply to the meme <3)

Morning After Starters (Selectively Accepting!)

Revenelan chuckled softly as her fingers gently threaded through Vasco’s hair, cradling him against her chest beneath his bed sheets. His bed, always his bed; though her clan had caught wind of the burgeoning connection between her and the sea-captain, she wasn’t ready for the torrent of questions and curiosities that would follow the revelation of their bond. Revenelan and Vasco could only steal fleeting moments together, their responsibilities pulling them in opposite directions for weeks. She wished to stretch these stolen seconds, uninterrupted and devoted solely to him.

They lingered in this embrace, a tangled web of limbs, silently basking in each other’s warmth, slipping in and out of sleep to the comforting thrum of their beating hearts. Revenelan looked down with a tender gaze, her lips curling into a content smile. From her view, all she could see of Vasco was the top of his head against her, his cheek pressed to her blackened chest. The covers were snug under his strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as if she might slip away at any moment. Yet, Revenelan had no intention of leaving; she wished instead to meld into his very being, to be closer to Vasco than the depths of his own soul.

But how foolish to entertain such a love, destined to end. Revenelan stilled, her face falling. That venomous voice had returned, breathing life into the murky doubts that tainted the edges of her bliss. He is of the sea, and I am of the land. When all is said and done, would it be right to anchor him from the waters he calls home? Would he even wish to remain? Revenelan knew she was bound to the life she was born into, the role she was destined for. She could never leave her clan for such selfish desires; and Vasco...

Revenelan swallowed thickly, her head tilting to observe her lover's face, grateful that he had chosen to rest his eyes, shielding him from her doubt. She studied him—the chiseled edge of his strong jaw, the soft curve of his lips adorned by the unique vallaslin of his sea-faring tribe. She traced the straight bridge of his nose to his low brow, gingerly following the blueish tattoos that adorned his face. The reality of her dark thoughts settled in, that her time with Vasco would likely, inevitably end all too soon.

She tightened her arms around Vasco, burying her nose in the crown of his dark hair, inhaling his familiar scent of sea salt and earth.

“Let’s not, then,” Revenelan murmured into his hair, planting a kiss before she continued. “Let us stay here, close our eyes, and pretend that time has stopped around us. Just a little longer.”

[scarredresolve]

These two cards are slipped into Nimbra's bag... somehow. How did those get there? Could, perhaps, a certain, very guilty-looking bird have been bribed to place them there?

".. pfft."

The almost-laugh escapes Nimbra's lips before she can even stop it, covering her slow spreading smile with her free hand. She passes a glance to the bird now sitting on her shoulder, raising an eyebrow in his direction. "You didn't have anything to do with this, did you? Maybe acting as somebody's carrier pigeon..?"

[ Who, me? Never. Do I look like a pigeon to you? You should get your eyes checked. ]

"Sure, whatever."

"I guess even wanted criminals can be corny.." not that she seemed to mind.

[deatheless]

@curseplay sent: [ 02 ] the narrow space between two dusty bookshelves. / accepting.

she didn't realize the school library was this small. or so ... neglected, for lack of a better word. when they'd been handed their latest history assignment, the use of a reference book specifically from the school library bolded at the bottom of the instructions, she'd groaned at the thought of having to carve out the time to search — and soon, before everyone else picked the good books, too — rather than turning to the library down the street whenever she had a chance. it seemed like far too much extra work for very little reward.

now that she's looking at it, though, maybe the poor place can use some extra traffic. she doesn't think there's anyone here aside from her and paris. the thought definitely doesn't send a flutter through her chest.

❛ here, i think, uh — ❜ she starts, fingers closing around paris' hand before she can talk herself out of it. ( it's easier than telling her to follow her, that's all! ) she tugs her along towards one of the aisles, historical non-fiction etched into side of the wood, and shrugs as she stares up at the shelves. her heart races until she forces herself to let go of paris' hand, and she gestures lamely towards the sign just to give it something to do, despite paris having clearly already read it. ❛ this is probably a good place to start. ❜ she regrets it the moment it comes out of her mouth. she can read, amina. jesus christ, she's hopeless.

face burning, she quickly steps into the aisle proper, grateful for the opportunity to look literally anywhere else. head tilting up and to the side to squint at the various titles, she scans through the shelf directly in front of her, and what starts as joy that she seems to have accidentally found exactly what they're looking for right off the bat quickly turns to dread when the titles just seem to keep on going rather than switching to another topic. this is going to take so much longer than she'd hoped. the place may be small, but there's still way more books than she'd hoped they'd have to look through. it could take at least an hour to find something actually useful.

❛ we're looking for, uh — goverment stuff in the sixties, right? ❜ she asks, turning to face paris to get a face-to-face confirmation. or at least she tries to. what really ends up happening, more accurately, is she turns around, finding herself practically nose to nose with the girl she happens to be just a little hopelessly in love with, and makes a horrifically embarrassing strangled sound halfway through her sentence instead of actually, y'know, saying words like a normal fucking person. oh my god, she needs to disintegrate into the floor, like, yesterday.

❛ sorry, uh — sorry, i didn't know you were, uh, right behind me. sorry, ❜ mina babbles helplessly, cheeks growing impossibly warmer by the second. she steps back quickly, swallowing her gasp when her back knocks against the bookshelf, and thanks her lucky stars that it's stable enough to not even teeter at the impact. breaking the library might've literally sent her over the edge.

god, they were so close she could feel her breath by her mouth. she could've leaned in and closed the gap so easily. the thought makes her feel dizzy. would she have let her?

( no, she can't let herself think like that. not when paris is looking at her like a spooked animal. )

she clears her throat awkwardly, stepping to the side both to gesture at the shelf she'd been looking at, and, more importantly, give paris some actual fucking space. by some miracle, her voice comes out passably casual when she speaks. ❛ uh, what i meant to say, was. um. u.s. government in the sixties, right? i think i, uh, found it. over here. if you wanna look. ❜

[popcultr]

👯 for alana and ayla !!

send me 👯 + a ship, and i’ll choose them matching halloween costumes!

okay!! so i couldn't decide between these two ideas, i think both would be super cute, i can totally see it <33

alana as the moon & ayla as the sun!!

alana as mr. fox & ayla as felicity (his wife)!!

[gonnachasethestars]

@needlexnose​ said:

🌿 For Kouya from Sonic uvu/ It’s the Mistletoe meme, which yes, I’m still accepting if anyone wants a smoochie smooch <3

The large husky was standing there, hands in his pockets. To the average person, he may have been underdressed for the snow. But quite the contrary, he was completely warm, in spite of only being in an ill fitting tank, and a pair of jeans. He’s in the doorway of a shop, waiting for a certain hedgehog so that they can shop together. They had become fairly good friends over the past two months or so.

When Sonic arrived, a man blew a whistle.

“Congratulations! You’re the hundredth person to walk in!” They said. “You can pick one item for free.”

It left them both standing there, in the doorway, where a certain plant was hung. The man started laughing, and he pointed to the mistletoe above, commenting that it must have been fate. Kouya wasn’t entirely sure he believed in fate, but more importantly, he had a decision to make here. Lopsided smile, hands still in his pocket, he leans down. A soft peck against the hedgehog’s lips, and a wink to follow.

“Happy holidays, dude.”

[nephilimborn]

i dont have many threads here even though mark is all i think about so PLEASE indulge me, ignore i even have other blogs, and spam my nephilim child !!!!

[lattehearted]

“Huh? Who said that? I can’t see anyone.” (Hawk @ Peg)

@remyfire / small and tall starters

She raises an eyebrow as Hawkeye grins down at her. She hears Erin giggle in her high chair and senses more than sees BJ's smirk behind his sections of the newspaper.

The tension only lasts for a moment before Peg turns back to scrambling eggs and frying bacon. Almost all the burners on the rage were glowing red as embers, the coffee percolating and nearly ready. She scrambles the eggs further, even as Erin giggles, "Mommy mad!".

"Aw, cmon Peg, you know I didn't mean anything by it," Hawkeye grins, winding long arms around her torso. Though Peg doesn't pull away from his chest, she doesn't snuggle closer against him either. "Erin, baby, do you want peach or strawberry jam on your toast?" she asks instead, loud enough to be heard around Hawkeye's frame and over the sizzle and steam of breakfast.

"Peach!" comes the bubbly retort and only then does Peg move out of Hawkeye's grip. Or, she would have, if he didn't cling to her faithfully like a child as she moves to the breadbox. "Beej, toast?"

"Really, Peg? The silent treatment? What's next, you're gonna have BJ pass me a note at lunch that says you don't wanna go steady any more and gimme back my class ring?" She can practically hear the pout in Hawkeye's tone but she doesn't acknowledge it quite yet.

"Uncle Hawk want toast?" Erin questions and, though difficult, Peg does her best to look around Hawkeye towards her daughter.

"Who, sweetie?" she asks, sugary tone causing a rumble of laughter in BJ's throat that echoes around the kitchen.

"Uncle Hawk!" Erin persists, giggling further as Erin drops the bread into the toaster and moves to grab two coffee cups in the cabinet, Hawk still holding her waist as he moves without acknowledgement.

"It's just us here, baby, I'm not sure who you're talking to!" Peg insists, pouring the coffee for herself and BJ, notably forgoing a cup for Hawkeye.

"Beej, a little backup?"

BJ, for his part, does glance over briefly, before turning to the still giggling Erin. "Honey, do you hear anything?"

"Now I know what the B stands for. Et tu, BJ?" Hawk grumbles but persists, holding onto Peg as they toddle towards the fridge for cream and Erin's requested peach jam. "Fine. Drastic times, drastic measures."

He lets Peg go to roll up his sleeves, more for the show of it than anything. And, because he's a soft bastard, he lets Peg finish handing out breakfast to Erin. But the second she turns, ready to get BJ's plate ready, the Hawk swoops in for its prey.

He's not nearly as strong as BJ "daily calisthenics" Hunnicutt but he managed to at least hoist the little pixie off the ground and onto a clear spot of counter. She spreads her legs to accommodate him closing in, even as her eyes roam over his head in a valiant attempt to keep up the game. Fingers grip her chin, forcing her head steady, but Peggy is prepared with one last contingency. Closing her eyes does little to prevent the incoming attack as Hawk leans in for a kiss.

The jig was up and BJ knew it just as well as Peg did. So as his wife curled her legs around Hawk's hips and her manicured nails sunk into his hair, BJ set down his paper to fill his own plate. Only after piling it with toast, eggs, bacon, and fixing his coffee just so, does he glance over in feigned surprise. "Say, Hawk, when did you get here?"

Peg's giggles join in with Erin's as Hawk resurfaces to fake a laugh.