#Couldn't help it

[shewhowantsmouseears]

[murmurmurl]

@tearwolfe 's seal Rui... again. He's like a hyperfixation inside a hyperfixation for me, I can't stop

[legiterallylunar]

late for dinner late again late for dinner late again late for dinner late again late for dinner late late late late!!

[finnish-kingdom-hearts]

I mean.... this is all I saw when playing the game.

[sleepvines]

okay fine, heres Quay

[inconmess]

I thought about typing this out multiple times but forgot each time so after thinking about it the 20th time today, a very small part of me wants to believe that Dorian didn't reply because there is a possibility that Robbie could reply to that message personally instead of Matt doing it for him... You know, like the other episode where Matt had him record a response?

But that is just a tiny part of me trying to justify Dorian not replying to a delay instead of considering the fact that he didn't actually receive the message (not possible as Caleb did get it and I refuse to believe Dorian is dead), the lake monster meddling with Orym's receiving of it or Dorian being actually asleep when the message was sent. Or preoccupied. That too. Who knows?

But man I died when Orym asked Imogen on why Dorian didn't respond to the sending. Poor man, please give him a hug 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[iamespecter]

nom

[green-eyed-guy71]

[on-a-lucky-tide]

The shit you do when you have a thing for big women...

[jako-trades]

"Done fishin'?" That's like askin' if i'm done breathin'!

ref under the cut:

[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

happy ace week to this dialogue between Miss Pross and Mr. Lorry

[laestoica]

[calamitoustide]

Photographer Regulus who spent most of his time in darkrooms developing film because he refused to use digital meeting Singer James after James absolutely fell in love with his style of photography and refused to have anyone else take the photos for his new album.

From then on out Regulus takes the photos for everything James does, albums, magazine covers, tour photos, hell even shitty instagram pictures it's all Regulus. There are even more photos that he keeps for just him, especially after they get together. Pictures of James all smiley in the morning when he's half gone on sleep, and sitting on the kitchen counters while he's waiting for the pancakes to cook.

James always tries to steal Regulus' camera to take pictures of him even if Regulus has always hated being the subject of photos. Most of James' photos are blurry from Regulus hitting the camera away or with Regulus' hands covering the lens but James just keeps taking them anyway. Once he manage to sneak one of Regulus laughing without him knowing and it's been his home screen ever since, no matter how many times Regulus tries to change it for him.

James got Regulus out of the darkroom, he dragged him out of the darkness he found himself accustomed to. And Regulus captures James exactly as he is a shining shimmering big star.

[cicero-the-assassin]

@twistedhxart

Continued from here. (I couldn't help myself)

Conláed felt like a little boy again. Wild and untamed, as he was when he had been out alone in nature as he was young, he had followed the tracks of an animal that seemed to be injured. The uneasy feeling that a poacher was up to mischief, even though it was forbidden in these parts of the forest, came over him, overlooking a slope hidden in the thicket. The fall must have left him with a sprained ankle, and he could hardly suppress the terrible pain that extended up into his thigh. He had found the animal, a rabbit that had been caught in a trap but was still alive. “Lucio…” Luckily, he had been traveling with him, calling him to help through gritted teeth, though he had probably arrived at his side long ago. He didn't entirely care how helpless he probably must have looked to him, but this situation was one that required actual help from his 'protector'. “That was stupid…” He scolded himself, accepting Lucio's help by literally being picked up off the ground by him. Never would he have thought that he would be held by him like this, but certain circumstances called for certain actions, right? “Please also help the rabbit, will you?”

Lucio had let the young Prince wander off 'on his own' into the wood. Nobody liked being watched at all hours of the day. So the hailed Crimson Prince gave him these small courtesies. Perhaps unbeknownst to Conláed himself, Lucio couldn't get too far from the lad. It began to hurt. The enchantment cursing him to his side, and yet- he couldn't help but keep his distance alot more often than not.

He could smell him, hear him, find him at any time he pleased in the blink of an eye. Besides, how dangerous could the wood just beyond the castle wall be? And beyond that- he had to have opportunity to grow. He couldn't do so if Lucio was always there, moving every branch out of the way. Licking every wound clean.

Though, as he thought so, he heard a slide, a small yelp, and a groan.

He's there beside him, looking down onto his fallen ward, obviously in pain from the way he was grasping at his leg. But Lucio smelled no blood besides the small bit from the rabbit. Likely a twist or a bruise. Something he couldn't heal. Someone would have to take him back home. So, he picks Conláed up, light as a feather, in his arms.

"Stupid?" He asks, "Perhaps. Accidents happen.."

He mumbles it lowly, idly, as though it were something polite to say but not what he really thought. He did not fear insulting the young Prince, but it would gain him nothing in this predicament.

His thoughts and steps away are interrupted by a small plea. Help the rabbit?

"Help it? It is merely a rabbit.." Lucio looks to the small scared creature caught in a snare. The tight wire digging into the poor things flesh. People ate rabbits didn't they? Was this to be someone's dinner?

Was this what human prey typically looked like to Lucio? Quivering and silently begging for it's life? For mercy?

He sighs though, relenting. Leaning down, his nails turning claw like and sawing through the snare trapping the rabbit's leg until it is free. Scurrying away.

"Leg should heal, it was only bleeding cause it was so tightly bound."

But the predators of the forest will smell it's blood. Was it more cruel to let the rabbit free to be likely torn apart by foxes or dogs?

[revelry-in-severity]

Has most of next fm chapter

Has a chunk of next skull chapter and ending

...decides to start another au

[rose-vybe]