#(SHAKES MY ASS)

[kiwuikiwi]

hello sir…..

[emissaryoftheguilty]

❛  i’m sorry for getting a little carried away. ❜

( LISTEN LISTENNNNN NOT NSFW BUT... a little sudden smooch on the cheek? 🥺👉👈 )

prompt

Lips.

Soft, supple lips pressed against the apple of Wriothesley’s cheek as he sat upon one of the benches by the Fountain of Lucine in front of the Opera Epiclese with the young Ragnivindr. It was late at night, so there was no one around at this time but them, save for some gardemeks making their rounds. He figured that his companion would have enjoyed some fresh air after being down in the Fortress for a bit now, knowing that the air down there can start to get stale and stifling all too quickly. Hence their current location.

The two of them had been idly talking, occasionally letting comfortable silences fall between them as they just enjoyed the calm atmosphere, the sound of the fountain, and nothing but the stars as their witnesses.

The last thing he had expected, though, was to feel that gentle kiss to his cheek.

He was a bit taken aback, his gaze no longer focused as he stared blankly ahead from where he sat, giving a few owlish blinks. What just happened? Did that really happen, even?

Then, to hear Diluc’s apology, the Duke’s head turned towards him, his eyes wide as he shook his head. “No—no, it’s… You don’t have to apologize. I just – I just hadn’t expected it, is all,” he stated, his expression collected despite his stammering.

Slowly, he shifted to grab hold of one of the younger man’s hands, rubbing his thumb along his knuckles before pressing his lips to them, to the juncture between his arm and forearm, to his shoulder, then finally to his cheek.

Pulling back after a moment, his expression had since softened as his kisses trailed along the young noble’s arm, offering him a small smile.

“… I apologize for getting a little carried away too, then.”

[13tinysocks]

Erm uhmmm uhmmmm hi anyways I've been hyperfixated on Spill Your Guts i downloaded it so that I could read it during classes and bypass the blocker on my computer but anyways this fanfic introduced me to PUP and so now anytime I ramble obsessively abt how much I love PUP I blame u and SYG/lhj but uhh yeah yeah idk that's it idk if ull see this I just needed to rant :3

Thank you for your kindness and readership. Before writing syg I only knew one pup song. Put it on while writing the early chapters and the others got recommended and then I was obsessed. pup is quintessential syg-core to me and I'm glad they earned another fan out of it.

[startersword]

YOU CAN CALL ME MONSTER!!!!

[disbelievr]

the only country tunes that you’d hear michael listen to is or.ville pe.ck

[glacialswordsman-a]

queued up nasty art for sinday on both my blogs erm heehee

[malkmadness]

[boredomsparkles]

"The Wild Robot is an allegory to autism and neurodivergents" of course it is, look at Roz

She's literally the autism creature

[startersword]

Baggy baggy baggy baggy baggy baggy jeans |:3

[glacialswordsman-a]

Rules: Choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your Tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe.

[startersword]

BOM DIGIDIGI BOM BOM BOM BOM

[bellsliturgy]

@soulgathered:  "a nightmare?" hythlodaeus mumbles, woken up by his lover's stirs and turns. the ancient carefully places a hand over solus third eye, lazily adding a soft kiss to his cheek too "I am here. and I am not leaving you"

     darkness. a deafening silence, drowning the gentle, dulcet tones that he had come to hear as his mother’s over time. as he grew older though, her words to him grew more and more distant. fewer and farther between. he’d never once thought that his mother had abandoned him and his father. it just wasn’t her. but in the throes of his teen years, wrested by hormones, confusion, and attitude, he would grip his hair and curl up tightly in his quarters until the cork popped itself loose, and his father had to console him of his outpouring rage and grief. the blue crystal had fucked off, as though feigned interest was no longer necessary.

     he knows better now, of course, labored breathing calming as his eyes close with the introduction of hythlodaeus’s hand over his forehead. a moaning sigh escapes him--he’s cold and covered in sweat, having immediately forgotten the frightening images that shocked him awake. he doesn’t forget the freeze in his blood, however, his voiceless calls to hydaelyn going unheard. unanswered. his connection to Her severed utterly. and yet here he was, ferried back to a body cloned from his original self. he never had the chance to ask Her why.

     as his breathing regulates, he allows his eyes to close. it takes him a moment before he lets out a quiet breath, turning to face hythlodaeus and bury his head against the other’s shoulder, finding safety against his neck. “thank you,” he sighs his reply, his arms creeping around the ancient and holding him close. he’d need his presence if he were ever to find peace again, he thinks.

[soukokuchild]

We should definitely talk about this art

Credits to @ pynpycpyn (whoa I didn't realize it was fanart)

[rainbowstickersandunicorn]

Agatha sitting down beside Rio ABCDEFGAAYHJKL

+ bonus of Lady Death being smitten with Agatha just because

[heysweetbee]