#As they deserve

[meep-meep-richie]

Cheers to good food and better company [lokius version]

[epickiya722]

Love that Tokoyami and Dark Shadow got this cool shot right here. "Yes, bask in my prince of darkness aura."

EDIT: Lowkey looks like Kurogiri's face here.

[adrift-in-thyme]

🎉Congrats on the milestone! 🎉 Your fics are always so lovely, I love reading your work! ❤️

As for a fic request, could I ask for something with Four? Could be something with Colors, with the chain or with fairy!Time or just by himself, whatever you feel like. I would like him to have just a small, slow, happy moment.

Awww tysm!! <33

Certainly! This was such fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Mind if I ask what you’re doing, smithy?”

Slowly, Four cranes his neck to look behind him. Normally, in this small form he would feel a thrill of panic at the sound of someone’s approach. But the voice is familiar, and today has been surprisingly devoid of threats upon the heroes’ lives. He is safe to indulge in the comfort of remaining where he is, lying on his back upon the ground. 

His hands rest upon his abdomen, his hair splays out like a halo around his head. The earth is soft beneath him, warm from baking all day in the summer’s heat, and the proud blades of grass stand as shields from the afternoon sun. 

“Watching the clouds,” he says. 

Time cocks his head. The light reflects off of his wings in delicate fractals of red and blue. His hair looks the color of spun gold. Twinkling with mirth, his eye matches the joyful sky above. Silhouetted against the vibrancy of a joyful day, the hero looks far less severe than he does when leading and protecting their little group. More like a simple man, rather than the famed Hero of Time. 

Four likes that. He always appreciates the moments when he gets to see his brothers comfortable, free. They bear responsibilities too great for even the broadest shoulders. If he, in his small and quiet way, can allow them to soothe the fractures within for just a moment, he is glad of it. 

And the fact that Time has grown comfortable being around him in his fae form makes him even happier. He knows all too well the burden of being so very different. 

So very vulnerable. 

He has seen the haunted looks he and Rulie get sometimes, the scars they cannot conceal, the way they eye certain travelers they meet upon the road. It is good to see some of that guarded trepidation flee. 

“Watching the clouds, eh?” With a sigh, Time sits down beside him. “What does that entail?”

His tone is teasing, and an easy smile is on his face. Four returns it. 

“It’s something Grandpa and I did when I was young.” He points up at a sizable puff of gallant white speeding across the heavens. “You catch the clouds and make shapes out of them. That one looks like an octorok.”

Time chuckles. “Ah, yes, I’m familiar with the concept. Malon and I did it many years ago when we were children.” He sighs and a mischievous grin tugs at his lips. “Of course, now I’m too dull and old for such trivialities.”

Four sends him a flat look. “You may fool the others with those comments about your age, but not me.” 

Time lifts a brow. “No?”

“Nope.” Four shakes his head. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re hardly dull, and you’re certainly not old.”

Time lays back, keeping enough distance between them that his wings don’t drift into Four’s face. With a somber expression, he gazes up at the sky.

“Don’t you dare tell the others that. It’s difficult enough leading them without them realizing I do not, in fact, possess the wisdom of the elderly.”

If he didn’t know him quite so well, Four would think he was being serious, that this matter truly was a dire one prone to wound him. He can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes.

“Alright.” He squints, watching as a cloud that vaguely resembles a chu drifts by, lazier than its fellows and falling behind. “I’ll keep your secret on one condition.”

“I swear that one looks like a Deku scrub,” Time says, pointing, then turns a quizzical eye to him. “What is your condition?”

Four grins. “You tell me how old you actually are. You know, on the inside.”

Time’s expression instantly morphs into a scowl. 

“I reject your condition.”

Four’s grin grows larger, tugging at his cheeks. 

“Why? It’s only an innocent question. Malon refused to tell us, so I thought maybe you would.”

“I see. Malon respected my privacy, leading you all to seek out the dark truth for yourselves.” 

“When you say it like that, it sounds as if you’re hiding something dastardly.” Four giggles as he turns his gaze back to the sky. “Are you truly that ancient?”

Time blows out a sigh. “You wound me, smithy. Here I thought we could sit in restful silence and watch the clouds, only to find that you are as set upon destroying me as the others. I still reject your condition. I will rest easy with the knowledge belonging solely to me. Besides” — there is a definite smile in his voice, brimming with mirth — “your secret-keeping abilities are quite poor.” 

“Hey!” Scowling, Four lightly smacks the older hero on the arm. “They are not!”

Time chuckles and gestures upward. “There’s one that looks like the pigs in Wind’s Hyrule.” 

“You’re not getting out of this that easily.” 

But the cloud does truly resemble a plump little pig, something that suddenly seems very comical to Four. He dissolves into laughter and Time joins him. Time’s jab is soon forgotten in the breathless freedom of open joy. 

And when the laughter subsides, they remain in comfortable silence, laying side-by-side, gazing up at the sky. 

[kimgkoi]

The sillies in the grass <3

[arcsin27]

Great thing about p3r coming out is the sudden influx of ryomina content

[mishori-o]

My old ships holding me hostage

Tbh I missed this two traumatised old man

[jounosparticles]

words cannot describe the intense happiness i am feeling right now. THEYRE SO PRETTY!!!!!!! i’ve been begging to see how tetchou dresses out of uniform he’s so cute. i cannot do this. HWS TAKING A SELFIE i’m sobbing /pos. JOUNO IS SO PRETTY TOO!!!!! he’s so cute in that outfit. today is truly a lovely day

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Jack's Hug as a Revelation (JackHarding)

Chick swears nothing's ever centered him like a hug from Jack.

It feels silly to think. He's 42. He's a Colonel in the Air Army. He's a fucking pilot. He has to be centered to be good at his job.

But from the first time Jack hugged him.

Fuck.

*

"This is fucking stupid," Chick says when he sees they're flying into Bremen again.

"Nothing to do but see it to the other side," Jack replies.

And, Christ alive, how Chick hates that answer. The pragmatism of it that does not reflect the Jack he talks to throughout the day. This Jack who only comes out when they're discussing missions.

Chick hates that Jack. And he loves that Jack. Because pragmatism is what will get them through this war, but Chick hates to ask it of Jack, even indirectly. Because Jack is not a pragmatist, not deep in his heart. Chick's seen the poetry books on his desk. He's glanced details in Jack's letters to families who have lost sons. They're real details, not just vague ideas. He remembers who played baseball and who pulled pranks. Who was so quiet there was no real story to tell, but Jack turns that quiet into a sense of a person.

He is a man who seeks ideals but can find peace with pragmatism.

"What if you die?" Chick says without meaning to. But Jack looks so placid, so possibly prepared to leave the world. To leave Chick.

"We're pilots, Chick," Jack says, and the we're settles Chick's nerves, but only half as much as Jack saying his name. "Going up means accepting you might not come back down."

"It's a stupid fucking mission," Chick says.

Jack stares at him, something in his eyes Chick can't read. "I want to go up," he says. "The boys will need the moral support for a second run on Bremen."

You fucking asshole, Chick thinks, but he nods. Agrees. Knows he'll sign his name to allow it. Because Jack's not wrong. But also fuck Jack.

*

Just-A-Snappin' doesn't come back, and Chick is grateful he always clears his calendar after a mission so no one knows he feels different this time.

Jack.

Jack.

Chick goes to Jack's office and looks around. He closes the door behind him and walks to the desk. He picks up one of the poetry books.

They bled an old dog dry yet the exchange rills

Of young dog blood gave but a month's desires.

The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.

He closes the book and puts it back and walks out of Jack's office, closing the door behind him.

*

And then word comes. They're alive. Most of them. Nine of the ten. And it's Jack who gets on a phone and calls base and lets Chick know who all is alive. Chick hears all the names and writes them down and doesn't fucking care about any of them except Jack.

The boys come back, battered and scabbed and exhausted in the back of a truck. After interrogation, Chick watches Crosby and Blakely and Douglass head towards the O-Club, and the gunners go their own direction.

And Jack sits at the table and stares at nothing.

Chick walks to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Jack," he says.

And Jack moves quick, on his feet and surrounding Chick with the smell and the feel of him, his long arms around Chick's chest, and his face pressed to Chick's shoulders, and his spare, sharp body pressed to Chick's front.

All Chick can do is hold on. It's not so much the hug that shakes him by what it makes him feel. Something in his blood sings. Something young and soft and hopeful. And he feels Jack's pulse under his mouth when he presses his lips to Jack's neck, and he feels his young blood pump, and for the first time in a long time, he feels like he knows everything about the world.

"I--" Jack says, pulling away, curling into his own shoulders, the single syllable sounding embarrassed.

"Get back here," Chick murmurs and pulls Jack in again. He doesn't have Jack's reach, can't get his arms wrapped quite the same way around Jack's waist, but as his head clears again, as everything feels understandable and certain, Jack sighs and relaxes, and Chick thinks he feels the same. They can center each other, he thinks. Just like they have been, he realizes, and the careful touch of Jack's mouth just behind his ear gives him a certainty he hadn't known he's been craving his whole life.

[whipbogard]

Anyway

I’m done with BTAA.

Prayer circle for everyone 🥲

[nick-cassidy]

this is genuinely kinda funny in a horror comedy way . jag came in with two title contenders and left with nothing

[fritzes]

so I just saw one of those dramatic slow motion voiceover tennis commercials, and there was the line “searching for the perfect match” and the clip that played over it was, guess what, the sincaraz us open quarterfinal

[kakusu-shipping]

Okay so we know Luigi makes Mario’s coffee for sure, but whats Luigi’s drink of choice? He strikes me more of a hot choccy guy, and if thats the case, when hes had a bad day does mario make some for him and kiss it out of his moustache? (cause you know the whip cream probably gets stuck in their staches)

Luigi is 100% a sweet drink kind guy. For comfort he loves a hot meal and a hot drink and stupid amounts of sugar. Strawberry milk and Hot Chocolate are for sure his defaults, drinks a lot of sweet tea as well.

Mario's not a Make something for someone when they're having a bad day kinda guy, he likes to tackle a problem as head on as possible and fix it. Not everything can be fixed though, and he understands that. Luigi's really good at comforting himself, and Mario tends to just be nearby for physical comfort when that kind of thing happens.

Mario absolutely takes full advantage when Luigi makes himself a cup of hot chocolate though, he's a kissing fiend. There will be no sads so long as he is in kissing distance

Luigi's convinced he's just trying to steal the whipped cream from his drink. And like. Maybe he is a little.

[youchangedmedestiel]

I wrote this little ficlet (available on AO3 too) for Valentine's Day, it's called "Just a small green ball":

Dean is in the kitchen of the bunker. He is in a good mood, humming led zeppelin’s songs while cooking. Sam and Eileen took Jack out of the bunker for few days but based on the quantity of food Dean already made in less than two hours, no one would think there are only two here, and even less that one is a human and the other an angel that doesn’t really eat.

He is flipping the pancakes he prepared when he feels a strong and warm body pressing against his back, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Hello, Dean.” The gravely and familiar voice whispers into his ear, triggering goosebumps on his neck and arms and a smile. Then soft and tender lips kiss him on his pulse point. “Are you really that hungry?”

“No, I’m not.” Dean answers like he is hiding something, that’s when he feels that warm touch leaving. He turns around and faces Cas, looking at him with squinted eyes and his head tilted.

“Dean, why did you cook all these?” Cas asks, his eyes wandering on the kitchen counter. There is an apple pie, already cooked pancakes on the left and raw pancakes dough on the right with PB&J sandwiches. But this is not all, ingredients to cook burgers are also visible and probably even more are in the fridge.

“I have a gift for you.” Dean explains, smiling widely, as he fidgets the pocket of his jeans. “Ta da.” He exclaims, holding a little red wooden box between them. “Open it.” He tells Cas, who is looking at the box, puzzled. The angel takes it and does as told.

“Dean, what’s that?” Cas asks, his head is not tilted anymore but he looks at Dean questioningly.

“I’ve been looking for it for a looong time. And I finally found it. I was thinking that today might be a good day to give you this gift. Since, you know –“ Dean says, acting goofily, but Cas rolls his eyes. He still doesn’t know what this one small green ball is for.

“I know it’s Valentine’s Day, Dean. Isn’t that why Sam and Eileen left the bunker with Jack for few days? Because you know –“ Cas stops and lifts his arms, then adds “we were ‘celebrating it too loudly’ last year”, using the air quotes. Dean’s cheeks turn slightly pinkish remembering the reason for the loud noises last year. He swallows hard.

“Eat it.” Dean orders, he can’t wait any longer, for the next part of the surprise.

“You want me to eat the ball?” Cas asks, and Dean looks at him like he expects him to realize the innuendo, but he never does and in a way he thinks that makes it even funnier. At least it makes him feel fonder of Cas. Dean nods, looking at Cas lovingly. With that gaze, he could make Cas do anything, even if the angel doesn’t really need that to do everything for Dean. Cas swallows the ball. “What now?”

“Come, sit here.” Dean leads Cas to the kitchen’s table by grabbing his arm and Cas lets himself be dragged where Dean wants. Cas settles while Dean grabs the PB&J sandwiches on the counter and brings them to the table. He looks excited and Cas still doesn’t understand why but he smiles, because he loves seeing him happy. Though he knows PB&J’s could do that to someone, because he used to feel like this when he was a human and could taste them. He still misses them.

Dean pushes the plate towards Cas. “Eat.” He offers, smiling proudly. They sure look good, and Cas would love to do that, but they are just going to taste like molecules. He can’t refuse though, not when Dean looks at him like that with big wide eyes, he looks like the child he was never allowed to be. Cas grins at him and picks one up. Dean watches him expectantly as Cas leads it slowly to his mouth and takes a bite. Suddenly, Dean sees Cas’s eyes open widely in shock.

“Dean,” he exults, his mouth full.

“I know,” Dean nods, smiling. He did good on this one and feels proud when he sees how Cas takes one bite after another with really breathing. “Easy tiger, slow down.” Dean chuckles.

“But Dean, I can taste it, like human taste it.” Cas observes, then adds “How is that even possible?” Cas asks, picking up another sandwich.

“That green ball is responsible for it.” Dean explains, as he takes one sandwich for himself.

“I guessed that. Where did you find it?” Cas asks, his mouth filled again with peanut butter and jelly.

“I’m not going to reveal all my little secrets.”

“I guess I’ll have to make you spit it out then.” Cas says, smirking.

“Right.” Dean answers, and swallows hard. “But first we've got a big and tasty day ahead of us. You should try my burgers.” Dean says as he gets up and walks toward the kitchen.

Later, now that they are settle in the Dean cave in front of a movie to digest every meal Dean prepared, he needs to know, “so what’s your favorite meal then? Pie? I’m sure it’s pie? Or burgers? I did them real good today.” Dean shifts in Cas’s arms, because he wants to look at him when he answers.

“You, Dean.” Cas throws.

“I – huh –“ Dean’s cheeks turn really pink this time, it’s even perceivable with only the TV screen’s light on. Dean doesn’t have time to say more that Cas’s lips take possession of his in a hungry - despite all this food - and heated kiss.

[devilcatdarling]

Finally free ~ 🌧️

Very messy doodle of Hollow having a moment of freedom out in the rain after being released from the Black Egg Temple. And yeah I gave them back spikes because I love the designs I've seen of them with spikes. It gives them extra creechur points xD

[venacoeurva]

little windy today