#꒰ ♡ ꒱ love ╱ musing ◞

[caffeineheroes]

"The Song of Achilles" animatic - Just a Man

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[flor4de4amor]

click for palestine | read before engaging w my work + acc

best part of abby's forehead kisses is when her nose smushes against your temple, and she starts laughing softly. which makes you start giggling, which turns into a laughing fit and her pressing more kisses into your face. her smile wet and soft on your skin.

[melomacaron]

Choose your own adventure

[nekrosdolly]

a silly little blurb (written on my phone)

a/n; if you don't own a hairdryer + hairspray, you do now. y'all are married. wrote this instead of sleeping, wesker is soft in this, sue me. set before the events of 1998, a few weeks prior.

thirty minutes. it's been thirty minutes and he still can't get his hair right.

albert looks down at his hands, covered in hair gel, then at his hair with a huff. this is the last thing he needs to do before he goes to work. he's in uniform for the most part, undershirt included, sans his blue button up and shoes.

on the bathroom counter lies a thin-tooth comb, also slathered with gel on the teeth. nothing has worked. his hair is so... flat. disappointing. soggy with too much hairgel and not enough hair to distribute it evenly.

you're asleep during all this, though the light seeping from the bathroom door hits your eyes and starts to rouse you.

he's never been so frustrated. genuinely frustrated.

"god damnit. i don't need this." he grumbles as he hastily cleans up the mess he's made of the bathroom. he's as quiet as can be, and yet you knock on the bathroom door anyway. he jumps- how did that startle him?

"baby?" you mumble, rubbing your face with one hand, "you alright? i heard cussing." you lean against the doorframe, heavy with sleep that lingers in your bones.

"fine, dear, really." he says over his shoulder, still in a crisis over his hair. really, he's not that old, how is his hair so thin already?

"m'kay. im coming in." you push the door open before he can protest, let alone hide his disaster of a hairdo. he accepts this minor defeat, half expecting you to say something about his hair when you walk in.

but you don't. you kiss his cheek and mumble a tired "good morning," before walking over to the sink to brush your teeth and start your day. he stares, puzzled as to why you're not seeing what he sees.

"morning, dear." he says quietly, grabbing his overshirt and shrugging it on as you finish up brushing your teeth. his fingers are still a bit slippery with hair gel as he fumbles with the white pearly buttons. wonderful, another frustrating thing. of course you notice.

"need help?" you look at him through the mirror as you're starting your skincare routine. you haven't even put on your cleanser yet and he's already struggling- again.

"that would be nice, thank you. it seems that my fingers have some leftover gel on them." he steps towards you as you turn to face him. your deft fingers make quick work of the buttons. you can definitely tell something is bugging him, but you're not sure what. his brows are furrowed as he watches you and holds your waist.

"your hair looks different." you glance up at the mop on his head, sodden with gel and shiny. he frowns. you withhold a giggle. he looks like a wet cat.

"believe me, i know." he grumbles, and you just can't help it. you chuckle and he furrows his eyebrows at you, his upper lip twitching.

"don't be such a sourpuss, hm?" you leave the top two buttons undone the way he likes and peck his frowning lips. he brings you in for a real kiss, one you've been anticipating. he always kisses you more when he's grumpy about something. he's less frustrated when you break the kiss, his frown less severe.

"how long until you need to be in?" you scope out the disaster on his head, taking a few oversaturated strands in hand to assess the damage.

"an hour, but i was hoping to go in early... why?" he glances at your hand, then at your contemplative expression.

"well, maybe i could fix your hair." you suggest. his frown disappears.

"are you sure, darling? i'd hate to waste your time."

"it's not waste." you grab a towel and drape it over his shoulders- no point in removing his work shirt after you spent time buttoning it for him. he can deal with a few wet patches here and there.

"right. so what am i doing to fix this," he gestures to his hair, "issue?" his eyes follow you as you walk to the shower and turn on the water to hot.

"stick your head under the faucet and rinse the gel out. we'll blow dry it and go from there." he's less excited now. the last thing he wants to do is drench his uniform, but if you say it'll help...

reluctantly, he ducks his head under the faucet after removing his glasses and groans quietly at the uncomfortable feeling of water dripping down his neck. you come beside him to work the water through his hair and rinse away the sticky hair gel.

"darling." he's complaining, gripping the towel around his shoulders and you smile to yourself at the sight.

"alright, alright. i think it's out." you shut off the faucet and wring out the remaining water from his hair the best you can.

"thank god." he mutters under his breath, drying his hair off with the towel while you grab the blow dryer, a cylindrical hair brush, and a wide-tooth comb. you plug the appliance in and sit on the sink's countertop, gesturing for him to come closer and kneel down. he does as you ask, resting his head on your thigh.

you brush through his hair with the wide-tooth comb first. occasionally, he presses a kiss or two two the inside of your thigh, something he's doing to show appreciation. you try not to think about how good he looks on his knees in favor of staying focused on the task at hand; helping your husband with his hair. to busy himself so he's not just sitting there, he's taken to massaging your calf.

moments like these, you'll remember forever.

you pick up some styling mousse and heat protectant to lather in his damp hair. when you pick up the blow dryer and hair brush, he comes a bit more curious. you wrap his hair around the cylindrical brush and focus the heat on the section.

you continue to do this, section by section, until his hair looks pretty close to his usual style. he's nearly fallen asleep, kept half-awake by the annoyingly loud hair dryer.

"almost done." you grab hairspray from your side of the counter and shield his eyes before spraying a healthy amount. you hold your breath, but albert doesn't mind the chemicals- can't be worse than what he's going to do to his body soon enough.

he's staring up at you, his eyes half-lidded and sleep evident on his sharp features.

"are we done, my dove?" he asks, sitting back on his ankles and rubbing his bleary eyes. you return his glasses to him and he slips them on, standing up and using the counter as leverage. like this, he's caging you against the mirror with his large frame. you can't say you mind, though. he examines his hair haphazardly and ducks his head to kiss you.

"ah," you place a hand over his mouth gently, stopping him in his tracks. his eyebrows furrow, his eyes narrowing.

"work. you're going to be late." you remind him, to which he rolls his eyes at and moved your hand off his mouth.

"yes, that would be an issue. thank you for fixing my hair, dearest." he pecks your lips before peppering your face with soft, sweet kisses.

"albert. work. go." you intend on sounding stern but it's impossible when he's being sweet, so you end up turning him around by the shoulders and ushering him out of the bathroom. he goes easily, given that the future of your lives is at stake, and grabs his work bag as well as his badge and gun. you clean up in the bathroom and meet him by the front door.

"see you tonight, alby. i love you."

the blush that rises to his cheeks whenever you call him that is intense.

"indeed. i love you too." you give him one final kiss on the lips before he leaves for the next 8-10 hours. you're going back to bed.

[littlebadger]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ i'm goin' ghost! ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ#LITTLEBADGER; canon-compliant &. canon-divergent danny phantom. half human &. half ghost superhero ! muse age: 16-21+. not affiliated with any rp groups. written by D / yuma (he/him, she/her, they/them), 28, independent &. semi-selective.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcredit: promo template &. psd.

[pwurrz]

who’s ready for more yakumo trauma talk-! *i am forcibly removed from the stage before i can begin speaking*

[byanyan]

been one of those "spiraling in existential dread & anxiety, no spoons for fuck all except hyperfixation games" kinda days lmao...

[glamwish]

nikki fits. jjk/kny/naru battle ready. bonus pts eyes of amaterasu / sorcerer's healing gaze.

[hvartofglass]

[ ... ] AM I LONGING FOR MY LOVE / OR AM I LONGING FOR MY GOD? ⸻ NOH HYUNGSEO & BAE YUN-HEE.

i. the meeting in a dream / jorge luis borgesㅤㅤii. holy things in this world / emery allen.ㅤㅤiii. ruchita ; @/blankspace.poet on instagram.ㅤㅤiv. for your own good book / leah horlick. ㅤㅤv. the amber spyglass / phillip pullman. ㅤㅤvi. all hunger is, is love / fatima aamer bilal. ㅤㅤvii. moony moonless sky’s coffin heart? bury me / fatima aamer bilal. ㅤㅤix. the complete poems: 1904-1962 / e.e. cummings

[iiryoku]

⸺ Like this for a small starter from Kaveh. !

[misc-muses]

"My brother Mario? Well, he's kind, and he's brave, and he helps everyone, and he makes a mean pizza, and he's funny, and..."

[lususnatura]

how do you need to be loved?

recklessly, like a horse running as fast as he can.

you've been told that the way you love can never last and that heartbreak is inevitable. but you don't want to love carefully. you want to love with reckless abandon. you want to love with everything you have, and you want to be loved the same way. you don't want them to worry about tomorrow. make today worth living for.

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[yakvzas]

( sol )

me thinking abt how momo LOVES pretty girls so much .... 😭 she loves to spoil her friends and shes so protective of them. she'll literally step in if a girl is being harrassed. it's a common issue considering the types of people she hangs out with, no one else will defend girls in the redlight district 😭

[coquettied]

✧           🎀       𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   introducing 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 ⋆ . ˚ ࿔

a smile instantly lights up his lips at the sight of her. he's always admired her, but he's never had the courage to express his feelings, so it's no surprise that his older brother has once again succeeded in getting something he desires—love, in this case. "hey," he greets, though the smile fades slightly as he realizes she's here for his brother, not him. of course, why would she be here for him? "my brother got a call, but i think he'll be back in a bit. do you want to come in and wait for him?" he opens the door to invite her in, cherishing this rare moment alone with her—a stolen moment for his yearning heart. "did you tell him you were coming over?"

[envyfilled]

You can't even begin to imagine... the depths of my greed...and how desperately I want to touch you. How desperately I wish to call you mine.

[pwurrz]

i know i made a post like this before but yakumo spending time at the orphanage and being absolutely beloved by all the children there is making my heart grow three sizes.

because he’s probably used to children being afraid of him, right? all his life he was bullied by his peers, and he spent a lot of that time as the serpent and then human equivalent of a child. so he spent a long time being bullied by other children. the other snakes would bite him while the other children would throw rocks and sticks at him. he probably didn’t have a lot of friends, if any, and he always had to be super careful of how he presented himself.

now that yakumo’s grown, that feeling of being despised and feared by the people around him, especially children probably hasn’t quite gone away but.. it’s getting better? it’s getting much, much better. not only has he made lots of friends and meaningful relationships within the clan, he’s also come to find out that kids actually.. love him?

the first time he visited the orphanage was two decembers ago, and already the children fell in love with his baking and embroidery skills. he wasn’t a major part of their lives at the time, not like olivine and eiden and quincy (and dante, even if he doesn’t want to admit it), but he was certainly a welcome and friendly face.

but now?? he gets invited to the orphanage by olivine and eiden to tell stories and he’s excited to go. the kids absolutely adore him. they’re all clambering around him, happy to see him and eager to hear stories they’ve undoubtedly heard hundreds of times. and when it’s time for them to go to bed, they beg yakumo to stay with them, all cuddling around him and his bed because they love him so much.

and i.. can’t imagine how good that feels for yakumo. because kids are brutally honest, right? they say whatever’s on their minds without the hesitation or tact of adults. so you can trust that their opinion of you is 100% truthful. and their opinion of yakumo?? is that he’s one of their favourite people. they love him so much and i know that feeling of being loved by people he’s come to expect hatred and fear from must feel so heartwarming.