#*eyebrow waggle*

[cardigan-bay]

waggle waggle

[kalgalen]

Me everytime i stuff a doll: hehe stuffing him >:3

[kitwilsonsass]

"Yea, with both hands."

okay hi hello sorry i am 12 years old eternally and this is funny as hell

[stagefoureddiediaz]

How did I not notice the little waggle of his eyebrows after Henry says he wants to ‘make love’ to Alex - obsessed

[backwaterheroics]

prepaid postage starter call ✉️📦📫

[teslathelame]

oh btw im back on my bullshit lololololool

[owlinabasket]

You'd be surprised How good it feels To just let go

A journey of self-discovery in Alastor's life above and below ground.

[bxdbxdboy]

"Touchy?"

4 years.

[facelessmime]

Nyeheh, one hundred and twenty-nine >:)

V theycould never make me hate u V

[cravingsunshine]

It's still to early in the season, and I'll probably eat my words, but they should just be a throuple. Sorry Milton. You've got some selfcare to do anyways.

[truly-sincerely]

Obsessively reading everything in game by and about Gortash and the dude is

On a philosophical trajectory that ends in immortality thru technology / the machine

Doesn't have an original bone in his body, but he can backwards engineer anything

Halfway to being a decent scientist but doesn't have the education and is deeply impatient

Overconfident in the veracity of his own results and conclusions

Accurately predicted that the brain would metamorphose and become more difficult to control and then did nothing about it

Outsources his propaganda / arts and humanities

Charming, but he got there in a Pavlovian way (learned from trial and error and probably doesn't consciously know how he does it)

Vindictive af (learned / reinforced)

Darwinian (in the worst way)

Sociopathic, obviously, but extremely Rationalist about it

Never asks questions he doesn't know the answer to and probably thinks this makes him sound more authoritative

Completely incompetent as a strategist (but doesn't know it)

Not nearly as narcissistic / full of himself as he pretends to be

Thinks what he wants is praise but it's never enough because it's not actually what he wants (he wants to be wanted)

Bane makes him feel wanted (conditionally)

Durge made him feel wanted (unconditionally)

Understands intellectually that Durge got ambushed, but he feels abandoned

See also: thematic parallels between Gortash and

Silouv Yali (the Adamantine Forge & the construct Grym)

Oliver (in the shadow-cursed lands)

Astarion and Gale, obviously

[nijuukoo]

🎃 Fan L4D2 campaign poster with Hallowe'en garb 🎃

~~~~~

This is one of my favourite pieces I've ever completed to date, it's just a shame I couldn't finish it in time for Hallowe'en yesterday. But everyday is Hallowe'en with the survivors.

I just...want more Left 4 Dead content. Valve, I'm begging.

[damarakap]

@consensusalienated

This is how I want to be all October long 🖤

[britonell]

Look at this pale fellow, showing off those delicate brows

[woahbeans]

there is no banquet in this world that doesn't come to an end

[daytaker]

Hey man, congrats on 250 followers. Can you do the "sleep cute" prompt with Solomon? Love your work, keep it up. It's really your choice but could it be platonic if you do it?

Thank you so much, Anon! I was about three quarters done with this when it occurred to me that it didn't quite fit the "sleep cute" trope, but they sleep, and it's quite cute, so hopefully you don't mind.

The Best Apprentice

Solomon x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1206 CW: minor injuries; a whiff of the suggestive, but barely

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

It’s almost three o’clock in the morning when the sound of a small explosion coming from Solomon’s room sends you jumping out of bed and skidding down the hallway between his room and yours. Not bothering to knock, you throw the door open, only to find the sorcerer standing up beside his desk, blinking rapidly and looking almost as confused as you do.

“Oh! Ahaha… I’m sorry, did that wake you up?” He smiles apologetically, running a hand through his messy hair. He yawns, and you peer past him to see just what the hell could have made that sound.

On the table, you see what you once would have assumed was a chemistry set of some sort. Now, of course, you recognize that Solomon’s been brewing some potion or other. Or, he had been. One of the vials of liquid seems to have exploded. Tiny shards of glass cover the desk, and, you’re alarmed to realize, your mentor’s right hand.

“What happened?” You sound more annoyed than you intended as you step gingerly across the room. You have on socks, but that doesn’t make you feel much better knowing shards of glass are probably lying on the floor too.

“I…” He yawns again and chuckles sheepishly. “I fell asleep with one of my reagents stirring. It’s a good thing too, because if I’d been sitting up, I’d have gotten glass in my face.”

“If you had been sitting up,” you counter, “it wouldn’t have exploded.”

“Ahaha… Touché,” Solomon admits, then he holds his arm out, preventing you from stepping any closer. “Now, careful, or you’ll get cut.”

He utters a quick incantation, and the shattered glass dissolves from the desk. With that out of the way, Solomon looks grimly at the beakers that still sit intact on his desk. “I need more devilfish oil and sassafras.” He sighs. “I’m low on a few bonding agents too, so I guess it’s time I went shopping.”

“The only place it’s time for you to go is bed,” you say in a no-nonsense tone. This seems to only amuse Solomon, much to your annoyance. “I’m not joking. If you fell asleep at your desk, you clearly need the rest.”

He steps closer to you and cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you with an expression somewhere between ‘impish’ and ‘adoring’.

“Now, now,” he says lightly, pressing his forehead to yours. You deadpan as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. “That’s hardly something for an apprentice to be telling their master, isn’t it?”

“First of all, you’re my mentor, not my master.” You give a small scowl at this overstep of his and gently remove his hands from your cheeks, taking a small step back. “And second, I’m not telling you as your apprentice. I’m telling you as your friend.”

He cants his head to the side, his smile growing just a fraction of an inch. “Just as my friend?”

“Don’t push your luck, Solomon.”

“Well, pardon me. With the way you’re still holding onto my hands, you’re sending me mixed messages.”

“You’re impossible.” You drop his left hand but hold his right one up and look it over. It seems the glass that had struck him was magicked away by the same spell that took care of the rest of it, but there are still little cuts on the back of it. He could have taken care of this in an instant, you know, but he didn’t. Probably because he wants you to do it.  Muttering an incantation, you heal the cuts on his hand and let it go.

As you predicted, Solomon appears supremely pleased as he looks his hand over. “Well, look at that. All better!” He looks up at you again with smiling eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.”

“Hmm…” Solomon turns around and walks back over to the desk, tapping it with his forefinger. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Excuse me?” You fold your arms and glare at him, but he’s no longer looking at you. He’s looking over the beakers on his desk again. Or pretending to, at least. You don’t trust this little stunt of his for a second.

“I’m so busy with my research,” he explains. You don’t need to see his face to know there’s a shiteating grin on it. “I’m just not feeling very motivated to go to sleep right now.”

“You realize you’re behaving like a child, right?”

Solomon peers over his shoulder at you and shrugs, his smile never wavering, before returning his attention to his lab setup, carefully capping some vials while preparing to mix some others together. He’s such a pain in the ass sometimes.

So you approach him and hug him from behind. “Please?” Two can play the childish card. You aren’t so easy to outdo.

For just a fraction of a second, you feel Solomon tense. Then he laughs.

“How badly do you want me to sleep, exactly?”

“Soooo badly.”

He swivels around and you’re hit with something like déjà vû. He cups your cheeks with his hands and presses his forehead to yours again. Only this time, your arms are still around him. And his smile is just so… Solomon.

“Alright. If you insist. But you’re going to join me.”

You sigh. And Solomon, interpreting that as a response, drops your cheeks and takes a step back, looking a little put out, but more embarrassed. It’s surprising to actually see him like that.

“Sorry.” He’s smiling again already. “That was a little out of line, wasn’t it.” Pink still dusts his cheeks as he looks intently down at the desk, as if he’s searching for something. “But alright, you win. I’ll go to bed. Sorry again about waking you.”

“Solomon,” you reply, crossing your arms. You’re almost sighing again. Almost. “I didn’t say no.”

He perks up almost instantly.

“But don’t get any weird ideas! You said you wanted me to join you! Nobody said anything about anything else, understand?”

“Of course,” he replies with a beam. “Surely you didn’t think I had any impure intentions? Or did you maybe hope that I did…?”

You turn around to walk out of the room.

“Alright, sorry, understood! Ahaha… You’re so tricky to please sometimes!”

Solomon flops down on his bed and scoots to the far end of it, patting the spot beside him. You’re a little bit more embarrassed than you’d anticipated as he watches you climb on up after him and get under the covers. You stare at the ceiling, uncomfortable and a bit on edge, when you feel Solomon roll onto his side to face you.

“Hey.”

You turn your head to look at him. He’s awfully close, unsurprisingly. You can’t stop a nervous giggle from spilling out. He smiles softly at this and touches your cheek. “You really are the best apprentice I ever could have hoped for. Thanks for everything.”

The tension inside you seems to melt away like snow as you roll onto your side and snuggle up to the sorcerer. “You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.”

“So bossy,” he chuckles under his breath.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“Goodnight, Solomon.”

“Goodnight, my adorable apprentice.”