#*bounces happily*

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

I know a lot of people have drawn Astarion in the Fallen Angel pose but I think it suits Wyll just as nicely, especially considering his story arc & relationship with his father

[zappedbyzabka]

Daniel isn’t fond of the way it sounds as if the whole building were buzzing at night when he needed to rest.

It’d been weeks since he’d had a good night’s rest, something that only exasperated his issues more, but it didn’t keep his mother up even a bit. What a great envy.

The bonsai shop was a dead duck. The entire idea had done nothing but bleed away his money, and bring constant sighs from his mom and Ali.

The airy sound of it plays in his head and makes him grit his teeth.

They can never just give him some peace, always inadvertently reminding him of how naive his decision to start a shop was and trying to solve his problems for him like he were a child.

Is it not apparent that he’s already realized his mistake and suffers for it?

He finds himself avoiding them more than anyone, only adding guilt to the sludge of negative emotions feasting away at all his motivation and energy. He knows they mean well, that they are right and only want to help him, haven’t done anything wrong, but at times he feels close to stuffing all his belongings in his car and changing his name, driving somewhere far away where it snows in the winter.

Leaving everything and restarting.

He grunts, close to slapping himself for daring to imagine such a thing.

Then the bed dips, and he evens out his breathing quickly, hoping to avoid another argument with Ali. She was probably with her “friend”.

He hadn’t even heard the door open.

She rests her head on his shoulder, adorning a new perfume he found especially pleasant. Something subtle and benzoin with an undertone akin to one of the chewable vitamins his mother used to make him take, but he can’t recall the exact one.

She pokes his ribs like an ‘I know you’re awake’, smiling against his collarbone.

Things used to be so good between them.

He turns his head to feel her forehead on his chin, petting the top of her head to savor the feel of her silky hair against his palm.

He gives up the act, hungry to feel her affection comfort his woes. “Hey, doll. Long day? I missed ya’.”

She nods faintly, kissing feathery up his neck. He chuckles, opening his eyes only to stare into the pitch-black of his room, but he doesn’t mind it: it’s peaceful.

“You seem happy to see me,” he comments, fighting the urge to tack on “that’s rare lately.”

He doesn’t want to be that kind of boyfriend. Not when he’s the reason things have been tense.

He touches the corner of her lips to see if she’s still smiling for him, and the words disappear from his mind anyway at the sensation of Ali’s hot mouth enveloping his fingers swiftly like a fish catching bait and her tongue swirling around the tan digits without a halt.

His breath hiccups, excitement swarming up his body. It’s been a long time since she’s wanted to do anything with him, and she hardly ever was this enthusiastic when she did.

But he won’t complain, too wary of making a comment that would break whatever laid-back spell she seems to be under.

He glides his other hand over the curve of her ass, bunching her dress (a strange fabric, he notes) and attempting to pull it up, praying to feel the slick warmth between her legs, but she pushes his touch away.

He doesn’t try it again.

She shudders against him as if he were pleasuring her though, sucking on his fingers generously for a few more moments before slipping them out with a dirty ‘pop!’.

She scoots away, and his stomach drops a little. He sits up and reaches out, searching for her like a lost dog.

“Ali? Ali? You there?”

Blinking rapidly trying to adjust his eyes in the dark, he wonders if he had imagined the whole thing in his sleep-deprived state.

Then a soft mouth smashes against his, and he eagerly leans in like her lips are coated in honey. Her passion making him dizzy.

She slaps away his itching hands trying to pull her in by her wrists, yet allows him to slide his tongue against hers in a way that makes desperation overcome him. Yearning to grope her soft breasts and hear her moan sweetly in his ear. To hear she loves it—loves him.

Wetness smears against his chin, too cool to be spit.

He turns his head to stop her. “Wait, hey. Are you crying?”

He gets nothing but silence in return. Why must she toy with him like this? “Ali, what is?—”

He catches a whiff of the fluid on his hand, and the clear image of a small bottle of kid’s iron vitamins appears in his mind. “Ali, are you... bleeding ?”

No response.

He fumbles for the lamp, yanking down the chain so hard the entire thing almost falls to the floor and shatters.

He’s been so rough with everything lately.

Light bathes the small room, showing no girl with injuries on her. Showing no one at all.

He inspects his hand to make sure the blood is real.

And it is.

Bright and sticking, trailing from his bed to the open door showing the dark abyss of the unlit apartment.

His heart sinks in his chest like an anchor. He sits there feeling frozen for what feels like an hour before standing slowly and making his way out, feeling up the hallway wall until he finds a switch.

He peeks into his mother’s room, relieved to find her sound asleep, snoring quietly with the moon pouring in from the window.

Adrenaline builds as he follows the blood trail to the box-like kitchen, finding an envelope on the counter.

He glances at the house phone but decides to make no move towards it.

Picking up the envelope cautiously, he lifts the unlicked cover and spreads it open to see inside.

It’s a letter.

He plucks the paper out and sets it on the laminate, shivering at the sight of what was hidden underneath.

A blood-soaked hair tie and a tooth.

He drops it back onto the counter and surveys his surroundings for a moment before turning his attention to the letter.

In pungent red, It reads:

Break up with Ali or she’s next in line. By next year, you will be mine.

PS: I’m calling tomorrow at 7 PM, it better be you who answers.

Red and pink doodled hearts surround the words, making Daniel picture someone kicking their feet cutesily while writing it after severely injuring, or far more horrific, murdering someone for him.

Just to be with a failing shop owner who lives with his mother?

An unexpected thrill curls in his chest, and he doesn’t feel so exhausted anymore. Not even fearful.

He should feel sick.

He should call the cops.

He dials Ali and smiles at the floor.

[tanoraqui]

the real problem with The Silmarillion is that the creative sandbox is SO big, from the literal world map to the many-millennia timeline to the characters who are half historical figure constructed from 6 different half-contradictory drafts, half mythical archetype, and don’t even get me STARTED on the theological philosophy… that there is NO chance anyone else will remotely properly write the fic in your head. In other fandoms, I can be pretty sure that at least the people in the carefully chosen 12-person discord server I belong to all have the same fic in their heads that we jammed together at 2am, with the same interpretations of character and theme which we’ve debated and discussed at length. But The Silmarillion? You can spend 3 hours discussing a single character in like a 5-year period and walk away completely happy with shared headcanons BUT SIMULTANEOUSLY certain that their interpretation of the character is fundamentally different than yours, such that any fic they write would suffer from notable if not severe “he would not fucking say that” disorder…and that both your and their interpretations are completely reasonable reads of the text, so you can’t even be mad.

So you HAVE to write ALL your own fic or it’s AGONIZING.

[dreamaze]

[OFF THE RECORD] Kanghyun's O! NEW E!volution Ⅲ concert reflection

[novadragoness]

Builder & Qi are the kind of power couple that would give Miguel heart attacks daily.

[outerspacedunce]

i open my email over and over again looking for fic updates the same way i open the fridge when im hungry

[not-poignant]

Fae Tales - (Caleb/Faber) Underline the Red 08/?

Title: Underline the Red

Pairing: Caleb Crawford/Faber Castle

Notes: An Underline the Rainbow story

Summary: Faber, an overworked beta with a major case of omega envy, meets alpha Caleb one evening in a bar in the little tourist town of Margaret River in Western Australia, after a day of stressing over a bushfire coming dangerously close to the facility where he works. On a whim, he decides to seduce and let himself be seduced by an alpha, only to realise he’s definitely bitten off more than he can chew.

Rating: Explicit, with tags including: sex marathon, overstimulation, dubious consent, under-negotiated consent, somnophilia, crying during sex, multiple orgasms and painful sex. Things pick up real quick in this one, lol. General tags include one night stands, and omega envy.

Underline the Red - Chapter 05 - on AO3!

In which Caleb takes care of Faber during the aftermath, and Faber considers the next few days ahead of him, reluctantly knowing it’s time for their tryst to come to an end. But Caleb doesn’t seem to want it to end…

Underline the Red (early access) - Chapter 08 @ Patreon || Ream

In which Faber continues to struggle with issues around identity, feeling like an omega, and heartbreak. He discovers that Caleb wants to use domestic discipline with his newest omega and is furious with him for wanting to use domestic violence, but Dr Gary, considering the idea has merit, sends Faber to research the subject for himself.  

Early access chapters are released in the Augus & Gwyn tiers and higher on both Patreon and Ream. :D (Folks are only charged once a month on Ream, hence the slightly higher fee - that and I set my tier prices 10 years ago and cost of living has gone up a little since then! T.T)

– Thanks to all the Patreon and Ream supporters for making this (and my other writing) possible!

[connecting-the-stars]

Very Crosshair and Omega coded:

“All that time I was out of control,

All I wanted was someone to take me home,

All those nights I was alone,

All I needed was one in a million and one,

But you didn’t throw me away,

You made me believe I could change…

You should have run but you stayed”

[puppydevilxd]

got a new phone !! so excited to go home and take some cute pics that wont have horrible quality !!! might even post some on here… at some point

[coffee-mouse]

saw these cuties hanging out together outside my friend’s house

[queruloustea]

HELLO

IM NEW TO THIS APP SO I DON'T EXACTLY KNOW HOW IT WORKS, BUT I FOUND SOME OF YOUR HOLLOW KNIGHT DRAWINGS ON PINTEREST, AND IM VERY HAPPY TO FINALLY BE ABLE TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WORK

ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR COLOURS AND COMPOSITION

THE WAY YOU DO LIGHTING IS GORGEOUS, IT MAKES ME WANT TO GET INSIDE YOUR ART AND FUSE WITH IT

SORRY FOR WRITING IN ALL CAPS I'M JUST VERY EXCITED

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE CREATED.

ah thankyou! i’m glad you enjoy it!!!!!

[saint--claire]

Really cool shots from today!

And I get to go back tomorrowww 🌈💙☀️

[habitual-creatures]

Thank you, I honestly needed to hear all of that. I still don't understand my magic fully, it's a mess.

I just remembered I've never been in a relationship. Huh.

-Mystery guest

I don't remember if I've ever been in any- HAHA-

[lostvoidling]

chews on hands in tired of every female character being made into "no you cant be evil" territory only to be immediately turned into a mother figure or thrown under the bus for some other character

[teal-tealwren]

I LOVE YOUR ART

thank youuu so much anon!!! :DD

[baejax-the-great]

That frog really is vibing