#( THIS WAS SO SWEET THANKS SO MUCH <3 )
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for the ask game, i think one of the first fics of yours i read was your 4x17/4x18 coda and i’ve been in love with your writing since :’)
Anon, that's such a lovely thing to say 😭💖
As sad as anger has told me is, I love that that was the first one you read! I think it's the best thing to read to get a feel of my overall style, if that makes sense.
It's got a good bit of angst, but it's still hopeful and I think that captures a lot of my overall tone and storytelling. I still think, "This anger will make a feast out of him, but it'll never make him feel full." is one of the best things I'll ever write hahah
That said, I do love being over the top sweet when the moment calls for it (29 Going on 30 is still one of my personal favorites to this day).
I'm so glad you liked that one and I really hope that you enjoy what I've got in store <3
anonymously (or not) tell me what fic brought you to my blog :)
#did you get a chance to read the character study? totally fine if not i just think they're really similar and i wonder if you'd agree!!#this was so sweet thanks so much <3#love letters#asked and answered
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No actually, you are so real for making Narinder cave into mortality. I do this too!! I always go off based on the official art I’ve seen of him even if it’s not technically canon, because even if he is really angry after being usurped, maybe he realizes he is technically free.
He really has a choice as to who he gets to be now. He COULD take the crown back, but he gets hit with the bliss of peace in the cult one day (while he’s, idk sitting under a tree, or gets wrapped up in daily life) and he goes, “Wait, this is actually kind of nice” - and BAM character development.
Sorry for the long ask, but I saw the tags under your recent comic and it just reminded me of how I interpret him. Also wanted to drop by and say that your artstyle is so fun, your linework is always so pleasing to look at 🙌🏼
shakes your hand for 30 straight seconds
#replies#cotl#narilamb#rubulart#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#cotl the one who waits#comic#thank you very much also this was so sweet to receive this morning <3 <3
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hiii !! im so sorry you are not feeling the greatest, and i how you feel better soon ~ may i suggest some college au where dulcinea is the teacher assistant of a gideons and harrows class, and gideon can simply stop gawking at her <3 (extra points if harrow is kind of jelous) :D i send happy thoughts your way, keep pushing through :)
I have no idea what Dulcinea is teaching or even doing here. Neither does Gideon. And no one cares. Except for Harrow. She cares a lot.
God the more I draw her, the more I love giving Gideon some longer hair...
#It's been exactly one month since this message so!#I am obviously better by now thank you so much <3#it was a very sweet message#I took this to practice some quick coloration. I am still not quite happy but coloring is becoming more fun now#This is the year I actually wanna improve#tlt#my art#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#griddlehark#dulcinea#requests
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AAAAA I just want to thank you so much for these drawings. I've always really wanted to learn chinese (I speak cantonese) and this has become a really great talking point for me and my mum. So thank you! You really make my day with these drawings. And I'm learning little bits of chinese along with it.
Could you do an egg tart dragon?
#137 - 蛋塔 (dàn tǎ / egg tart) - Made me hungry to draw them…🤤🥧✨
#thank you so much this is so sweet to hear :’]#ask and you shall receive :3#daily dragon drawing#art#dragons#chinese artist#dragon art#year of the dragon#artists on tumblr#art challenge#illustration#chinese dragon#dragon oc#daily drawing#daily dragon#dragon a day#zodiac#drawing#creature design#dragon#egg tart#egg tart dragon#dessert dragon#food
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mating press with toji but he can't keep still, he'ss fucking u so hard that your still managing to get pushed up higher on the bed and he just chases you up the mattress until ur cornered on the headboard and he's just growling, telling u to stop running away from him even tho you arent !!!
PLEAAAAAAASEEEEEE🥴🥴🥴🥴 HE'S SOOO DEEP INSIDE YOU AND HE'S SOOSO HEAVY ON TOP OF YOU IT'S SO FUCKING OVERWHELMING AND IT JUST FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD THAT IT HAS YOU SOBBINGG
you're both covered in sweat and it's all soooosoo messy like the slick sounds that come every time he slams his hips into yours are just fucking filthy. and you are trying to back off a little, just a little because you can't even breathe properly but then he's there. still right on top of you, his big thighs pressing down against yours while his one hand supports his upper body and his other goes to cradle your neck. and then he presses his forehead to yours, his dark eyes glued to your teary ones. you're not going anywhere now. he's got you locked in this delicious position and it's enough to push you over the edge again. so you're crying out under him, your body twitching so hard bc it's just too fucking much that you feel like you're almost gonna pass out.
but he fucks you through it, his raspy voice praising you – telling you how good you are for him and how good you feel. telling you that he loves you. as he cums, he pushes his hips into yours one last time and then he stays there, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face bc he just needs to make sure that you feel his love<333333333
#and the aftercare is gonna be so fucking sweet too hooooly fuck#husbandtoji husband toji husband toji husband toji husbnad toji husband tojiiii#lunnie i love him so fucking much i feel like i might die#/srs#AAAAAAAAAAAA#THIS IS SOOOOSOOO FUCKING HOTTTT#FUUUCKKKKFUCKFUCKKK#THANK YOU FOR THIS TREAT MY ANGEL#YOU'RE AMAZING#AS ALWAYS:3333#TOJI PLSS COME HOMEEE I MISS U SMMMM:((((#ALSO LUNNIEE ILYYYY!!!!!#lunar <3#friends!!#toji#toji smut
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DAY 3 HELLO??? IT WAS SO GOOD IM LEVITATING ‼️‼️
In all seriousness, you did such a good job, I'm so blown away with how incredible it was! The way Mychael's character has been depicted as we go through the days is only making me like him more, he clearly has history and darker undertones that we were really able to take a peek at and the slow burn of it all only makes me excited to continue following future updates. Thank you for making this game and sharing your talent with us! 🩷
❤️❤️❤️!!
#mushroom oasis vn#jar of fireflies#as usual thank you so much for the sweet message!!! im pinning these on the fridge with magnets <3#i noticed tumblr has started eating my old asks!@!!!??#im gonna start scattering a few old messages in since i dont wanna lose these#sorry if you've sent something prior to june 2023 tumblr ate them UP
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Tough And Sweet (Like You And Me) ♡
'Gale looks unfairly handsome in the soft golden light of the late evening, but even more unfair is the fact that John can’t just bridge the gap between them and kiss his feelings away. The more time he spends around Gale, the more it feels like he’s being consumed by his overwhelming infatuation, and there’s not a single thing he can do about it that doesn’t involve the risk of scaring the man out of his life.
So he shuts the truck door behind him after promising Gale he’ll text when he’s safe inside, and he tries not to stare too forlornly as the truck putters off down the street and rounds the corner.'
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#tough and sweet fic#clegan#so nervous to post this!! been wanting to make this edit since i started this fic and finallllyyy did. i hope it does the boys justice <3#johnslittlespoon edits#buckbucky#feeling so sappy tn over them and how much love i've been so lucky to be shown for this silly little fic that has now taken over my life#i rly am so lucky sooo so lucky i think ab it sm i know it's just fanfic but!!#to have smth that feels so vulnerable to share be accepted with such open arms has truly been healing to me#i'm so very thankful <33 will never take it for granted#dedicated to c and ali for making me giggle and for motivating me endlessly w their kind words <33 sobs#okay gonna go hide back in ch7 doc and/or sleep now so i don't have to perceive being perceived
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Your ZZL design means everything to me, I love it so much!
you can't say these sorts of things around him, he's not used to it! and if you're not careful, he might decide to repay your kindness...
#thanks so much (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)#zhuzhi lang#zzl#svsss#scum villain#i love him so much... sweet snake boy... he deserves hugs#character embodiment of ''he's a little confused but he's got the spirit'' much to sqq's dismay#i'm still only on book 3 so i don't know how his character arc will progress but at the moment i'm having SO many feelings about this guy#i want good things for him#my art#...actually this might be my new header because i never draw pictures that are more horizontal than vertical and i've been needing#something new for AGES#congrats zzl
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I'm not sure if you're still taking Ghostlights requests, but if you are: Dick asking Duke to take Haley to the dog park for him in order to set up a meet-cute for him with the guy with the weird green rottweiler
And if you aren't, just know that you're doing great and I appreciate the hell out of you
“Oh, shoot!”
Hearing Dick rush around as a frantic mess is not uncommon while he’s in Gotham. There’s too many people wanting to spend time with him that he ends up pulled in a bunch of different directions. Dick’s always in a rush, always busy, always making time for people because he has more love than Duke has ever seen in a person.
Dick’s also got pretty good time management skills after years of doing this. He’s only cutting out a few minutes early for their designated three hour catch-up session.
That doesn’t mean he’s going to do it gracefully, though.
“Almost lost track of the time!” he says, moving to the couch to pick up his jacket. “Hey, Duke, can do you me a favor while I’m out?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Can you take Haley to the dog park? I usually take her twice a week around this time, but I totally forgot to include that in my calendar this week so I’ve got plans with the Titans just outside the city, and no time to take her out.”
“Yeah, man, of course I can take her to the dog park. The one attached to Robinson Park, right?”
Dick nods, shoving his shoes onto his feet. “That’s the one! Her treats are also in the bag hanging next to her leash. Oh, and she has a friend at the dog park! Don’t be scared when you see him, he’s just green.”
“Oh…kay?”
“Great, thanks! Bye, Duke, I’ll see you later!”
And with that, Dick is gone, closing the door to his safehouse as he dashes into the hall.
Duke is left alone in Dick’s Gotham safehouse, blinking dazedly at the empty space where he once was. He’s certainly a whirlwind of activity when he realizes he’s going to be late. He’s also skilled in just saying things and leaving before any questions can be answered.
Haly jumps up onto the couch next to Duke. They share a look, then Duke shakes his head. “You have to deal with that every day, huh?”
Haly, the good girl that she is, doesn’t say anything bad against her owner and just puts a paw on Duke’s thigh, her tail wagging.
“I hear ya, girl. Let’s go to the dog park to meet your green friend, I guess.”
He has no idea what that means, honestly. Is Dick just talking about a dog that got its fur dyed green? Or is Haly’s friend like… a mutant dog?
Well, he’s not going to find out by stalling.
Duke pets Haly, then stands up and walks to the door. Her head perks up as soon as she hears the jangle of her leash being moved, and then she’s running to the door, looking up at him expectantly. Smiling, Duke slips the harness onto her, then attached it to the leash. He gives her another quick pet before shoving on his shoes and grabbing her bag of treats and waste disposal bags.
He double checks that he has his phone, then takes hold of Dick’s spare safehouse key and steps out into the hallway with Haly. She waits patiently as he locks the door, checks that the lock holds, then runs down the hallway, ripping the leash right out of his hands.
“Haly! Wait! Stop, girl!”
She happily ignores him and goes straight for the elevator, leaving him to run after her and quickly scoop up the leash as soon as he’s close enough.
“Of course you’re a little escape artists,” he says to her, “Just like your owner.”
Haly woofs softly, then stands up and scratches at the doors of the elevator. Shaking his head, amused, Duke pushes the button to call the elevator and wonders if Dick has to deal with this every time they go to the dog park.
On one hand, it wouldn’t surprise him since Dick is absolutely the kind of guy to give in to his dog’s every whims and spoil her rotten. On the other hand, Duke fully believes that Haly is smart enough and cute enough to misbehave only when Dick isn’t around so he never believes people when they try to tell him about all the mischief she’s caused.
Dogs and their owners really do reflect one another. The internet was right about that.
Duke makes sure to keep a tight grip on Haly’s leash once they leave the apartment building. The streets are busy, as they tend to be on weekends, and the sight of Haly straining against her leash, ready to run, brings a smile to more than one face.
He plots the route to the dog park in his mind, then starts up a light jog, tugging lightly on the leash to prompt Haly to follow him.
It’s nice to run just for the sake of it. Haly makes a good running partner as well.
How long has it been since Duke had time to relax and not be prepared for the worst? All the running he usually does these days is to catch up with criminals or run for his life. Being out during the day, moving through the city, without any lives in danger? Genuinely nice and relaxing.
Maybe he can offer to take Haly to the dog park from now on. Join Dick whenever he goes. Create a set few hours where he doesn’t do anything but enjoy being outside in one of the few places where the smog of pollution and chemical toxins isn’t so thick in the air.
He’ll just have to make sure Dick doesn’t agree to something else during those days. It’s still strange to think that Dick could forget to do something involving Haly when he’s such a good dog owner and a pro at juggling various responsibilities and a busy schedule.
Well, they all have off days. This must be one of Dick’s.
The sidewalks get wider once they reach the street that leads to the park. Families fill up the space, walking with strollers in front of them or lined up at a food cart. The vivid green of spring fills the grassy fields that lead to the large patches of trees, marking the edge of Poison Ivy’s territory. Clovers decorate the ground, bees moving from flower to flower.
There are other dogs on walks as well, making circuits around the park or running after toys. Duke spots a cat in a walking harness as well and wonders if he can convince Damian to get one for Alfred the cat.
The dog park is on the other end of the park, as far away from Ivy’s territory as possible. The fenced off areas are separated into big dogs and small dogs, with a helpful guide as to which dogs go where posted at the entrance.
Duke slows to a walk, breathing deeply to help settle his heart rate back down to something normal. Haly walks by his side, tail wagging, as she watches the other dogs run back and forth behind the fence.
She’s still small, just growing out of puppy size, so Duke leads her into the small dog area, carefully making sure the gate doesn’t open enough for any quick dogs to make a break for it. He walks over to a bench and sits down before undoing the harness on her, setting her loose.
Haly licks his hand once, then darts away, barking lightly as she joins the other dogs tumbling around each other.
Amused, Duke leans back at watches as the other dogs sniff her, then do their funny little bowing stomps, moving back and forth before running off so she can give chase.
He figures staying for an hour will be good enough. That should get the most of her energy out, and then they can make the long trek back to Dick’s safehouse so he can pick her up before he heads back to Bludhaven. Pulling out his phone, Duke settles in to wait, keeping half his attention on Haly just in case any of the other dogs decide to get a little too rough.
The first twenty minutes pass peacefully. Haly runs around and the owners of the other dogs give her pets when she runs up to them. One even went over to Duke to offer him a pack of fruit gummies.
Then a loud bark fills the air and Duke jerks upright, watching with wide eyes as a colossally large dog, green and glowing and slightly transparent, comes barrelling down the street, headed right towards them.
He doesn’t have time to yell Haly’s name before the dog is in the fence. None of the other dog owners look alarmed, though, so he watches carefully, prepared to jump up and save Haly at a moment’s notice.
“Cujo!” someone yells from down the street. A guy with dark hair comes running up and smoothly jumps over the fence. “Cujo, how many times do I have to tell you not to run off like that?”
The green dog, apparently Cujo, barks happily.
“And you’re too big for this park right now, buddy. Shrink, boy. It’s time to be small.”
And then Cujo… obeys? The dog shrinks, and instead of being the size of a bus, it’s now small enough to be carried in someone’s arms.
Green dog is not enough warning for all of that. Dick owes him so much for this.
Actually, he’s kind of shocked that Dick never mentioned this to anyone. Surely a giant green dog would get people’s attention. Why is this the first time he’s heard about it?
“You new around here?” someone asks, and Duke turns to see the person who gave him the fruit gummies.
“Kinda? It’s my first time coming to the dog park. I’m looking after Haly, that one right over there.” He points out Haly, who is running in circles around Cujo.
“Ah, I see. Dick mentioned someone new would be coming today.”
Duke narrows his eyes. He’s starting to get the feeling that he’s been set up for something, but he’s not sure what.
“I’ll give you the spiel we tell all newcomers, in that case,” they continue. “Cujo is a ghost dog. Poor thing died during some animal testing, far as we know. Danny looks after him, since Cujo got attached to the kid years ago before he moved to Gotham. He’s a kind one, but very nervous, and we’ve all got an agreement to keep quiet about him and Cujo round this parts. You better be holding your tongue, as well, ya hear me?”
“Sure thing,” Duke nods. “My lips are sealed.”
He’ll just ask Dick about the ghost dog situation and do his own investigation if needed. But Cujo is just a dog, and his owner is just a guy. Nothing threatening, nothing requiring a Bat’s attention.
“Good,” they nod. “I’ll get out of your hair now.” They’re gone before Duke can reply, adjusting the hat on their head as they head back to their group in the back left corner of the dog park.
Satisfied that things are under control, Duke relaxes back into the bench, watching Haly and Cujo tumble around with the other dogs, barking happily. Haly’s still growing into her paws, so she trips and falls often, but gets up without a moments pause, ready to keep playing.
From the corner of his eyes, Duke catches sight of someone walking towards him.
He looks over and finds Cujo’s owner—Danny, wasn’t it?—approaching. Their eyes meet, and Danny offers him a sheepish smile and a wave. His eyes are a dark blue that seem to glow with some otherworldly light, and Duke can swear he sees something shifting around him, as if the air has turned visible and twists around his body like wisps of smoke.
“Mind if I sit with you?” Danny asks, and Duke moves to the side a bit.
“Go ahead,” he says.
“You’re Duke, right? Dick told me about you last week.”
It’s looking more and more like Dick is up to something, and Duke will need to get his revenge. “Did he? All good things, I hope.”
“Aha, yeah, all good things. Um, actually I think I should apologize? I maybe said you sounded like my type so Dick promised that he’d get you here somehow. Sorry if this is messing up your plans for the day.”
Oh. Oh!
Well. That’s interesting.
Duke quietly shelves his plans for revenge against Dick and takes a proper look at Danny. He’s shy, but with a bright smile, glowing eyes and strange smoke curling around him still, and messy black hair windswept from chasing after Cujo. There’s a flush in his cheeks and his long fingers fiddle with the string of his dark red hoodie.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t have any plans today. This is way better than just sleeping all day.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Danny laughs, “There’s nothing I like more than being able to sleep all day. That would fix me for sure.”
There’s a loud bark, and Danny’s eyes snap back to Cujo, who is growing bigger. “Cujo!” Danny yells, voice sharp. “Shrink down, or we go home.”
Cujo grumbles, whines, then goes back to being little. The green dog only has a moment to look sad before Haly is tackling him, sending them back into another chase around the park.
“Sorry about that,” Danny says, slouching against the bench.
“It’s all good,” Duke replies. “So. I’m your type, huh?”
Danny’s cheeks turn a deep, charming red. He looks away, then nods and ducks his head down.
“And that hasn’t changed after meeting me?”
Danny shakes his head, then peeks over at Duke, gaze slowly moving up his body until he meets Duke’s eyes. “Definitely hasn’t changed,” he says.
Now it’s Duke’s turn to feel his cheeks burn, flustered and pleasantly surprised by Danny’s boldness. It doesn’t help that Danny is cute, someone he can see himself falling for.
“Good,” he says, then knocks his knee against Danny’s. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more. On one condition.”
“Oh? And what would that be?”
“Tell me what Dick told you about me. I wanna make sure he wasn’t sharing an embarrassing stories about me. If I’m gonna make a fool of myself, then I’ll do it myself with no outside help.”
Danny’s laugh is bright and warm and sends butterflies dancing in Duke’s stomach. “Fair enough!” he says. “And you know what? I’ll trade you for embarrassing stories. Trust me, I have so many. Nothing you’ve done can be worse that the dumb shit I do on a regular basis.”
“Woah, woah, woah, confident, aren’t we? Don’t say that until you’ve heard about some of the stupid situation I choose to throw myself into.”
“Please, I’m an younger brother. If anyone knows how to be stupid, it’s me.”
“I’m part of the disaster that is the Wayne family. I think that has you beat.”
“My parents are mad scientists and my dog is a ghost. Try again.” The teasing smile on Danny’s lips makes him want to be reckless, to keep pushing, to go down this path as far as he can. Duke can’t remember the last time he clicked with someone so instantly, to be so comfortable with them so soon.
Damn. He’s gonna have to thank Dick for this, isn’t he?
As if on cue, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Duke pulls it out with an apologetic smile to Danny, who leans back a bit to give him some privacy.
The text that pops up is from Dick. It’s a photo of him and Danny from the side, heads bent close together as they talk with bright smiles. He can just make out the wild red curls of Kori’s hair.
“I’m gonna put jello in his socks,” Duke says cheerfully, already looking around to find where Dick is hiding.
He probably already moved locations, the ass.
“What’s up?”
He holds out his phone so Danny can see the screen. Danny stares at it, then looks around, then stares at the screen again.
“...Is he watching us?”
“Yep.”
“...Should we do something about it?”
Duke shrugs. “I mean, I’m up for hunting him down and tackling him if you are.”
“I can do you one better,” Danny says with a sharp grin. He whistles, and Cujo comes running over, Haly at his heels, and he skids to a stop to sit before Danny. “Cujo. You remember Dick?” Cujo barks, as if answering. “Fetch! Go fetch Dick!”
Cujo jumps to his feet, grows from the size of a pug to a bear, and takes off for the art instillation farther into Robinson Park. Moments later, they hear a yell followed by loud laughter, and Cujo and running back, Dick hanging from his mouth, with Kori, Donna, and Roy following after him at a leisurely stroll.
“I think we’re gonna get along great,” Duke says. “He’s gonna wish he never set us up.”
“That’s the way to do it,” Danny agrees.
“Say, wanna grab lunch together tomorrow?”
Danny blinks, then blushes again. “What, like a date?”
“Yeah, as a date. You up for it?”
“How could I say no? I was promised embarrassing stories.”
He watches as Cujo drops a rumpled looking Dick to the ground, half his shirt soaked with saliva. He dramatically mimes being shot in the heart when he sees them both looking at him, and goes limp when Kori picks him up and tries to set him on his feet.
Then he tries to act very calm and cool as Danny leans against him. “Think he’s gonna follow up on our date?” Danny asks in a low voice.
Duke closes his eyes and tries not to despair. He didn’t even think of that. “Worse. He’s going to tell everyone else, then we’ll have every available Wayne kid stalking us on our date.”
“Guess I’ll have to rely on you to chase them off, huh?”
“Or we can sic Cujo on them again.”
“Or that,” Danny nods. “It’s always effective.”
He’s really going to have to bring his best to the date tomorrow, just to stay a step ahead of everyone else. Maybe he’ll ask Barbara for a favor and get her to lead them off? And if Bruce gets involved, then Duke is fully prepared to flashbang him, grab Danny, and run.
It’s going to be a disaster.
It’s going to be fun.
He’s already looking forward to it, and from the mischievous smile on Danny’s face, he’s not the only one.
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompt fill#my writing#dick is so great i love him sooo much. most amazing loser guy ever <3#him befriending danny at the park bc hes investigating the guy with the green superpowered dog thats making everyone nervous#only to find that danny's a sweet kid whos stressed out and doing his best and cujo is a ghost dog who died years ago and only wants to pla#really tugs at his heartstrings and dick from then on is one of dannys closest friends#the other dog park regulars slowly get used to danny and start talking to him too after dick does and also grow super protective#dannys got a whole squad ready to protect him if duke doesnt treat him right lol#waynes vs dog park regulars: FIGHT#jk they just give very mild shovel talks that are mostly 'treat him right hes had a rough life and deserves love and happiness. or else'#thanks for the prompt!!
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I am so happy to finally show off the piece of art from our trade with the incredibly talented @goromimii ♥ thank you so much for this beautiful drawing of Maleane!
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.
She stayed hidden through it all, day and night. Her mother screamed and screamed — in between the many degrading words coming from the drow party's lips, in between the sounds of sizzling flesh and breaking bones — until a long drawn-out minute of gurgling noises, after which it all went quiet. And even after the group had long departed, Maleane stayed in the little niche under the roots of a tree, frozen, terrified. Just like all those times A’sherra had forced her to hide under the floorboards.
It was only as the dawn was breaking that she gathered enough courage to return to what should’ve been their home for the summer. Yet, it was home no more, merely the leftovers of a terrific crime. They had eaten their food, stolen most of their weapons and left their little cabin in charcoal and ash. But none of it mattered to Maleane. Not when she saw her mother lying on the ground. Or rather, when she saw what was left of her. Looking at her mother’s eyeless, tongueless face put the young drow in such a shock that she spent the rest of the day disconnected from her own self. Maleane knew little of burial rites or funerals, only the rare bits and pieces she’d encountered in her books, but it was almost instinctual to try and hide A’sherra’s remains from the rest of the world. From the animals that were already picking limbs and chunks off of the cadaver. From more damage brought by the ill-meaning creatures. From her own eyes. The rest of the day was a blur suspended in a haze: Maleane dug a crude grave with her own two hands, collecting the pieces of her mother’s body and then covering it all in a suffocating layer of dirt. And then came the empty. At first, it was only Mal’s blood and tears watering the soil underneath her knees, but soon the sky started weeping as well. The young sorceress sat there for hours — her eyes a blank field of lilac — as the summer storm drenched her to the last thread of her shirt, washing the dirt and dried blood off of her and into the muddy grave below. Everything she was feeling, all the emotions rolling through her in waves slipped out in tendrils of magic, up and up into the stormy sky, to weave clouds and rain and lightning, until exhaustion finally took her.
#baldur's gate 3#illustration#fanart#art#baldur's gate#bg3#baldur's gate fanart#baldur's gate art#bg3 fanart#drow#drow tav#bg3 tav#bg3 oc#oc: maleane#mywriting#blood cw#i'm so in love with this thank you so much yet again!!!#my poor sweet mal :(
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Talk about your monster husband ocs coward (affectionate❤️)
Everyone, the tumblr user themeeplord is bullying me (affectionate <3)!!
You have no idea how normal I am about my monster OCs. They're so lovely just let me—ahhh!
Hawthorn is a Mothman monster. His wings are based on the garden tiger moth and he is so fluffy! He has a thick fuzz on his neck and chest and is a warm, cuddlebug. He also possesses bright orange eyes that pierce the darkness and startle the unfortunate late-night hikers or anyone piercing into the woods after midnight.
He has a thing for hanging out in the thick woods near where the MC lives. Wherever he goes, bad omens follow. He really shouldn't be near MC—he knows he'll be the death of his precious little human, but he can't help it. He's drawn to the MC like a moth to a flame (heheh). He's delightful and gentlemanly, but don't let that fool you. He's got a possessive stretch a mile wide and does not take kindly to anyone giving the MC looks or reaching out for a too-familiar touch. He will bristle and buzz, and fly swift and silent through the darkness to chase after anyone to ensure the MC stays all to himself. He is a bad omen, after all.
Grease is an oil demon! He feeds off of fear, literally, and delights in terrifying people in the night. His body is slick and iridescent, and he is constantly dripping black goo from his person. He is capable of shifting his form to hide in a puddle, slink underneath doors, or bubble through a crack in a broken window. He's got wicked sharp teeth, and eyes like a tiger but with a pale, unsettling blue color. He possesses tendrils on his head that constantly drip and a long, slick tail that he can use to grab MC by the ankle. He's terribly seductive and charming, terrifying but mischievous. He likes to say 'boo' just to watch MC jump. Of course, he's not all tang and salt. He's got a sweet side that rouses in a protectiveness over MC. He's possessive, sure, and he's marked his claim with the oil stains on MC's work apron, but he's got an ooey-gooey center of sweetness that MC occasionally finds when he blushes at a stray touch or a nice comment about him.
Calmo 91, otherwise just called Calmo, is a robot. Constructed in the 90s with a box TV screen head to match, he has bright yellow optics in the screen face along with thick wires falling behind his head in a ponytail-like fashion. He is cool and difficult to read but wickedly intelligent and learning much about humans and affections. His body is a thin endoskeleton with plastic matt gray coverings that give peeks of blue, red, and yellow wires at his metallic joints. He's got a mysterious past the MC is attempting to unravel that he truly wishes the MC would leave be. He's got much to learn about technology but he quickly figures out how to connect to the MC's phone for texting, phone calls, and other useful things of course, like keeping tags on where MC is and monitoring MC's heart rate. Useful tools. Modern technology. Living in the MC's house, he gets to spend more domestic time with the human he decided is kind and generous, but the MC occasionally finds him at the foot of the bed in the darkness, his yellow optics strangely switched to red until the MC says his name and his optics revert back to yellow again.
#themeeplord#BABE I AM RATTLING YOU AHHHH#THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT THE BOYS#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH#I'm hoping to commission art of them soon so everyone can take a nice look at them and love them just as much as I do#and of course write a fic or two introducing them!#i gotta figure some things out with the MC#whether I'll use Second Person POV or not because this character is very much established in my mind#maybe i'll try to have it both ways with MC as a character but writing fics in Second Person POV#mmm many thoughts#anyways if you have any questions about the boys please send them my way <3#naff ocs#sweet savage hearts
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Give me a better trio, you cant~ these 3 always will win in ma heart! Sketch Com~ @sha-biest
#rottmnt#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt future mikey#rottmnt oc#goldenfutureau#rise mikey#rise michelangelo#my art#commission#Thank you again! it was so fun to draw the sweet babies <3#also am still a huge fan >:V WILL NEVER CHANGE MUHAUHAUA#-smooch-#i love ur au so much
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Happy Birthday to.. me??
Well yes it's my 17th birthday today. I'm so excited but also a little nervous cuz yk this is my last year before I turn eighteen but life is life and I might as well enjoy it while it lasts!
But really, this post is just a really big thank you to all the mutuals, friends, and people I've interacted with while in the HL fandom who have been so kind to me and supported me through a lot. Without you guys, I would not be where I am today and I'm not even joking about that.
I was just barely fifteen when I joined this fandom in Feb of 2023 and now I'm seventeen which is just wild to think about for real. (I know that's how time works but it's just hard to fathom sometimes.) There's been ups and downs but all in all, this fandom means so much to me as well as a lot of the people in it.
To wrap this up, I love you all so much and thank you for being such a big part of my life. I love you all and am giving the best wishes out to you for the new year!! ❤️
#hogwarts legacy#hl#hogwarts legacy fandom#THANK YOU ALL I LOVE ALL OF U SO MUCH MUAH MUAH#THANK U FOR MAKING THIS YEAR ONE OF THE BEST FR <3#RIP me now being older than seb and ominis canon age buT WHO CARESSS#Now to go listen to ABBA's dancing queen bc I only get to be young and sweet at 17 once
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New headcannon! In relation to this. If we took that as being something that could have happened with the same Cross and Dream from darkcream, my headcannon iss.
Cross never actually read Dream this letter, perhaps tried to throw it out, but Dream saved it. He later comes to realise it might have been some sort of love confession, based on context of what happens soon afterwards. But he still doesn't actually know what it actually says.
Only then years later, handing the letter back to Cross, to ask him to read it to him on there wedding night.
Sickly sweet, but wanted to share something none angst related
Too sweet to resist ♡
#zu art#ask#cross!sans#dream!sans#post dark cream#undertale#undertale au#utmv#headcanon#what if#ngl I've been thinking about this for the whole month#about /them///#there's a really low chance that there was a letter in the first place (and in the void heh) but there is! ;)#so how could I miss the wedding month (and their wedding night ;3) without such a sweet scene (๑>◡<๑)☆#Cross would blush and chuckle thinking he was too silly with words#he just doesn't know that Dream would smile and blush even more ///#just like teenagers pff <33#thank you so much for this headcanon!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
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Jee having fun with her uncles Buck & Tommy!
Maybe Buck feeling a little 🥰😍 watching Tommy being in 'competent dad mode', even though he's not ready for their own 😂
okay this is everything actually if season 8 doesn't give us tommy playing with jee and buck noticably ovulating across the room i will riot
bucktommy / rated g / mild warning for non serious accidental injury to a child
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"-and take a nice, deep breath for me. This is going to sting a little, okay?"
It takes a few seconds for Buck's brain to come back online as he re-enters his apartment. It's been a quiet day so far, as quiet as any day off looking after his curious, hyperactive niece can be. They'd watched some TV, leaving some irritating cartoon pop song ingrained in his head, probably for the next week at least. Had some lunch. Afterwards, Jee-Yun had proclaimed her desire for ice cream with all the certainty of a biblical saint. Buck, a little soft hearted from an easy day surrounded by people he loves, agreed to go to the shop in search of some.
Maybe it's lulled him into a false sense of security, because he stares at the scene in his kitchen with a blank expression for a full three seconds before he galvanizes into action.
Jee's up on the kitchen counter, a little teary eyed, her bottom lip wobbling, blood trickling down her skinny calf.
"Woah, woah, hey," he says, rushing to Tommy's side, where he's crouched in front of the counter, "What happened?"
"Someone," he says, eyeing the slightly sheepish looking girl, "decided to ignore me when I said running full pelt around the place would end in tears."
"I'm sorry, Tommy," Jee says, her voice shaking.
"It's okay, chica. You're not in trouble. Tripped over the rug," he adds lowly to Buck, "Limbs everywhere, slid five feet, the whole ten yards."
Now he's a little closer up, he can see that. Her knee is all scraped up, a messy graze, but nothing deep. There's a little mark on her elbow, but no blood. Kids bounce, Hen once told him. Buck kinda wishes Jee would stop trying to test that theory out on him though.
"Now, stay nice and still while I get this cleaned up, okay sweetheart?" Tommy eases, turning his attention back to Jee, the full effect of his Cool And Unphased Firefighter Pilot shtick aimed at a tiny little person who doesn't even have a fully developed concept of consequence yet. It feels unfair. Buck's a whole ass adult and it's enough to make him spacy, "Do you know what this is?"
Jee looks from the antibacterial wipe in his hand, to Buck, and back to Tommy nervously, "No."
"This is a special kind of cloth that can get all the yucky stuff out of your cut, get it nice and clean."
"Like soap?"
"Kinda like soap, yeah," he nods, smiling, "It's gonna hurt a little bit, but that's how you know it's working. Ready?"
She nods, hands fisting in the skirt of her pink dress anxiously. Tommy swipes over the graze of her cut quickly and gently, efficient but effective.
"Brave girl, Jee," Buck murmers, rubbing a hand soothingly up her arm.
"Yes, she is," Tommy agrees, "Now, I'm going to put a plaster on this. Hold still for me-" She holds herself dutifully, solid like a rock, as Tommy smooths the dressing over the knee. It's probably overkill, but Buck knows that the power of belief in healing is almost as important as the actual healing bit.
"You did so good, Jee," Buck says, straightening up to plant a kiss in her hair. She giggles, grasping at him with her pudgy hands, "And so did you," he says, kissing him on the cheek. Jee shrieks with laughter the way she always does when Buck dares to show any kind of affection to anyone but her.
"Now, you," Tommy says, sweeping Jee off the counter, "Get settled on the couch, because it looks like your Uncle Evan got some cookie dough vanilla that's got your name all over it, kid."
Jee's face splits with a grin so wide it looks like it might hurt, then throws her arms around Tommy's neck, burrowing her face in his shoulder with a happy little sound, "Thank you, Uncle Tommy," The words are muffled into the collar of his shirt, but Tommy clearly hears loud and clear if the way his face scrunches up in delight is any indication.
Something heavy and dense swoops straight through the middle of Buck's core, through his chest and out through his stomach. Too much, too fast, too soon. Tommy gives Jee a final squeeze, swaying her a little so her tiny legs flop around, giggling happily until he puts her back down.
Jee cuddles up with a pillow on the couch, something that looks like elves on an acid trip playing on the TV while Tommy washes his hands and puts the first aid kit back in the cupboard and Buck gets three bowls of cookie dough ready for a good ol' fashioned sugar binge.
"She adores you."
Tommy looks up, even as Buck keeps his eyes resolutely on the ice cream.
"She's got a big heart," he says fondly, before adding, "Must be a Buckley family trait."
"She's a good kid," Buck grins, turning to look over at Jee, hugging one of the sofa cusions to her chest, so big against her that she can rest her chin on it.
"Yeah. Do you want kids?"
The ice cream scoop skids across the counter out of Buck's hand when he jerks in surprise.
Tommy laughs quietly, ducking his head to kiss his shoulder, "Not right now, Evan. Just... curious. You're good with her."
"So are you," he fires back. He knows he's being stupid, that he's acting defensive, and he doesn't even know what about. Jesus, he sucks when someone catches him off guard, "Do you want kids?"
It doesn't look like it bothers Tommy, who just grins like he knows better than to take Buck's knee-jerk panic personally. Probably because he does.
"Yeah. One day."
Buck can't help smiling back, "Yeah. One day."
They all squeeze onto the couch, Jee tucked in between them with enough sugar shovelling into her mouth for Maddie to have reasonable justification to murder him later. It's probably not how he would have described his ideal afternoon, but he can't find fault in it.
#bucktommy#tevan#911#**writing#bucktommy tag#evan buckley#tommy kinard#thank you so much for the prompt this was very sweet to write!!!! <3
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it’s just a constant back and forth of giving the other extra clothes
#also as a side note holy shit thank you guys so much for the love it makes me go *ahoo sniffle*#you’re all very sweet <3#ffxiv#ffxiv wol#g'raha tia#n’shah tia#male miqo#miqo'te#wolgraha#wol x g'raha tia#graha tia
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