#BITES MY HAND

[elfdyke]

ermmm if i realized everything i had ever known was simulated, my life before this very moment being a figment of someones imagination, my closest friends are nothing more than preprogrammed code and my only connection to the outside world is someone who has total control over my lufe life and my reality... i would simply have reacted really normally to this information and chilled out :) not like that stupid bitch monika!!!! her crazy yandere obsessive ass 🙄

[nosebleed-inglishera]

Oh so nightmare is just an asshole then /j

Oh yeah that's the most correct take

You won't believe it but most of my mafia Bois are different flavor of asshole

Even cross who is literally the more nicer ones is also a asshole

[baconcolacan]

I have a secret headcanon and way I personally characterize Edd that I don’t often talk about. 

And it’s something to do with some more negative characteristics, I think that his ego and self-importance can rival that of Matt’s, but he doesn’t make it as obvious as Matt does. His pettiness and ability to hold grudges is also something that can rival the other guys’, it’s just that he masks it with a more friendly and approachable persona that makes him attractive to people who may need someone to lean on/support, because he likes being the leader.  He mellows out more as he gets older, since his ego might take a bit of a beating (as life does to most people lol), but his younger years are definitely his worst stages.

[hakusins]

after yapping mofu's ear off yesterday talking about ocs now i wanna do more comics with eri's parents as the focus HERFHJEBJHRFBJERF

[gloomedhands]

Dakara Sak'oan

[yakittydraws]

New hyper-fixation officially unlocked...

[decimatlas]

“  i’ll stay the night.  ” / Post series... For Eden.

She idly fiddles with the paper in her hands. A letter, from Josie. Several months it had been, since the winds first hit the sails of the Peace Ambassadors' vessel. And the letter bore no comforting news. 'We've been summoned to Hizuru,' it read. A few more months. ( Has Josie had time to process what happened? Or has she thrown herself into her work, rose-colored glasses searching for a better world? Hoping to make right – for the losses they had suffered. )

And here she is – retired, if one could call it that. ( She supposes she could. ) Yet wounds are still fresh, constantly opening, bleeding. Only one saw the bareness of Eden's hurt, saw the lines under her eyes after sleepless nights. Outreached a hand to stop the trembling.

Only one. Eden's attention breaks from the scrawling on paper; her eyes flit upwards and her gaze meets Levi's. He's still there. Of course he is. After handing her the letter, he could've left – but he read her well. He always read her well. Something must've compelled him to stay.

And she's glad he stayed. Because his presence is the only thing holding her together. She misses her sister. And fuck, she misses her brother. He would never have the chance to taste freedom, like the fallen before him. He would never live this life, the one they fought for.

And oh, this life. Is she meant for this life? It hadn't been too long, yet Josie acclimated so easily. Eden's wings collect dust; she once soared so high – now, her legs shake on the ground. She places the letter on her nightstand, pinching the bridge of her nose with forefinger and thumb before leaning back on her bed. She looks to Levi. Though this life is new, daunting – shaky ground, two things remain clear: she is meant to walk beside him, and she needs him.

Levi, who remains in the doorway, has said nothing. He silently studies, reads, feels her. They've long grown past the need for words. ( 'Please hold me together.' ) It's what they do now. Brave this world together, its trials and tribulations – the feeling of being grounded; they no longer soared high above. No blade would they carry. No, they just carry each other now. And to give credit where it is due – they do it well. Even as their wounds open and bleed; they tend to each other. Care for each other, as they always did.

Her gaze lingers on his face for a few more moments, before wandering to the view behind him. To the window across the darkened hallway. The sun had long since set, and the street-lamps had flicked on outside. Eden lets out a sigh before pushing herself off the bed. She knows Levi can help himself, but she likes to do it, when he lets her. And perhaps helping him into bed tonight will take her mind off how uncertain this new world felt, at least for a little while. At least until she returns to the darkness by herself. ❛ It's late. I should – ❜

But now, Levi speaks. His chin upturned towards her as she approaches his chair; she had been prepared to step behind it and wheel him out. 'I'll stay the night.'

What's this? Her heart breathes a sigh of relief. Green eyes soften, muscles relax. The weight of the darkness leaves her. He'll stay. ❛ Okay. ❜ She whispers, taking a step back now, away from the room's threshold. There's no, 'are you sure?' or 'you don't have to.' They'd be hollow – far below the language they speak. The one only they know. And he knows she needs him with her. A small nod, as she repeats herself. With every breath, more relief follows. He'll stay. He'll stay with her. ❛ Okay. ❜

[cyrantelnovapaleorayeeso]

Me: dodging, moves back

Back tire: oops teehee i touched the road hazard!

[xitsensunmoon]

A butterfly without wings will miss being a caterpillar

[minhosblr]

I have no words. None.

[earthtooz]

in which: alhaitham resorts to lying on top of you in order to get you speaking to him again.

quick alhaitham thought i needed to get off my mind, making out at the end lol, potentially ooc

there were a lot of things you didn’t expect when entering a relationship with alhaitham. you didn't expect him to have kaveh as a roommate, you didn’t expect him to overthrow the government, and you didn’t expect him to resort to pettiness in order to end the silent treatment you were giving him.

it’s suffocating beneath him, squished into his soft mattress with his body weight, muscles wrapped around you like a python whilst one arm is extended outwards, balancing a book. you wonder if he’s actually reading it, but you can tell he’s enjoying himself regardless, evident through the way he often turns his head to place a kiss on your exposed collarbone, burying his face into your warmth from here to there. 

for the umpteenth time, you grunt, losing your mind just a little. his body warmth was getting too much, and you’ve been lying here for who knows how long, just staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

you want to protest, berate him for flattening you before shoving him off, but that would mean surrendering, and this time, you want alhaitham to be the one to give up first. 

as if hearing your thoughts, your grey-haired lover then glances up at you, sleepy gaze filtered through messy strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes. you almost cave at the domesticity of it all, only just stopping yourself from brushing his bangs away. 

“still upset?” he murmurs, putting his book face-down to wrap his arms tighter around your torso. “fine. have it your way, i’m going to nap.”

“no-” he perks up at the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow as a mask of smugness gleams over his face. you shut your mouth immediately, cursing at yourself to slip up so easily, but you really needed to stretch out your legs and the other discomforts of lying like an unmoving plank beneath alhaitham. 

“what was that?” challenges your boyfriend. you don’t answer him, merely staring him down as he sits back, grabbing your wrists. “oh come on, i know you want to say something, out with it.” 

shaking your head, he scoffs at your stubbornness as if his isn’t just as frustrating, and gently caresses your hand. his touch is tantalising, urging you to give in, and paired with that lidded look of his, it’s practically impossible not to.

not many people get to see alhaitham like this, you realise. most know him as an indifferent, closed off, and unapproachable scribe, turned grand sage, turned scribe, yet you get the honour of seeing him as this. “talk to me already,” he demands gently, not letting his grip waver even as you keep trying to pull your hands away, only slipping away so far before he’s holding you again.

there aren’t many battles you can win against him, you know that, and one of them was a battle of strength. as he holds your wrists tight to your sides, his face so close to yours, you feel his earlier playfulness melting into something sincere. 

“are you still mad?” asks alhaitham, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as a pout appears along his lips. the response you give him is a petulant turn of your head. he sighs through his nose. “i’m sorry, okay? i was out of line, i should have listened to you, alright?”

his tone is uncharacteristically kind and warm, warm enough for you to give in to his pleas.

“you mean it?” you tease, grinning widely at him. in the blink of an eye, the tension from alhaitham’s shoulder seeps away like sand, and he sighs with relief before agreeing, a solid ‘yes’ slipping through his mouth. “then i accept your apology.”

“you minx, enjoying the sight of me like this, aren't you-” he murmurs, and you swallow his brewing snide remarks with a kiss, closing the gap by firmly pressing your lips against his. alhaitham is not surprised by your sudden affection. rather, he welcomes it, melts into you wholly as a hand holds the back of your neck to keep you against him. you're warm and precious and everything he could ever desire, so he can't help but let his hands wander, searching for more.

as your mouths slot together, there’s a delicate exchange of apologies that words cannot express; ironic, since alhaitham knows of several ways to apologise in a multitude of languages. nevertheless, he thinks that this is the best method.

with the way you move in sync with him, he can tell that this is your favourite too. 

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[piixelpaint]

VERY Late ^^’ but Happy Halloween to @xitsensunmoon from your skeleton! <3

[the-phantom-peach]

Meeting the Light Dragon ✨🐉

[tagged as spoilers!]

[periwinklemoonlight]

i can't love you how you want me to

designs (and inspo) by @screachogreilige

+ alt ver

[dlsintegration]

STARTED YELLOWJACKETS. insane shit

[meongppangz]

JEONGIN in Hallucination @ DominATE in Seoul