#HE IS SO NERVOUS

[belovedstilldear]

yeah *sits there*

[pre1ude]

" Are you lost, Daniel? " ((I had to)) // @vilestblood

The feel of warm rich velvet is familiar at his nape. Daniel clamps a swift hand over the point of contact as he turns to face that voice's source. Eyeline instinctively angled up. Knowing him before he's seen him.

"Mr. Cainhurst!" To his credit, he isn't forced to feign surprise at Antonin's approach. Unnaturally, there's been naught but a single crunch of grass beneath his boot to signify the man's sudden presence.

"Oh, I- didn't see you..." He takes a single, surreptitious glance behind Antonin, at sprawling unbroken fields. The forest treeline is some ways from them. So is the nearby manor house where he remembers having his audition. He should've seen him... "...approaching." And he should've heard him too, but that detail he spares, more deeply unsettled than he dares admit.

The recovery is swift, polite smile practiced to perfection. The touch of stiffness to it is his own unwitting improvisation. There's nothing in Antonin's features to denote displeasure, at least. But when is there ever. Danny's shoulders sag a touch, frame deflating. The smile smooths.

"No, no, I'm hardly lost. We woke up early and so it's been a rather long walk. Through town and then..." He gestures sidealong to where they are, just outside of the last urban neighbourhoods, concrete turning cobblestone. Not a soul for miles, besides the three of them. "I thought Bentley over there would like the fields." And there he is, off in the distance, a yellow ball of fur trotting his way back towards them leisurely. Even from afar the excited jiggle to his backside is evident.

Daniel turns back to face his unexpected companion then. Fussing over one coat button, suddenly more worried over how frumpy he might look this early in the morning than anything else. Oh and there's one more thing.

His hands wring around the folded dog leash.

"I'm so sorry, are we tresspassing on your grounds?"

[bucketkicked]

[TEXT] - wanna bang? [TEXT] - hang* [TEXT] - whatever -Jordan to Alex @lightning-arias

texts prompts !

[TEXT] oh uh sure!

[TEXT] why not both I mean

[TEXT] I mean only if you want that is no pressure

[TEXT] does a pizza and a movie sound good for the hanging out part or

@lightning-arias <3

[wormtime123]

his first ever call from his dad. have you thought about it

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Cassidy is nervous to meet Abby,,

[ibenology]

I’m never gonna get over Loki, the literal god of mischief, fixing his jacket and smoothing out his hair only to stumble over his words like an idiot when he needs to talk to a middle aged single dad who sells jet skis for a living

[midkoto]

Fallen Angel

[porrigens]

pegoryu valentine :3

[yawnzshit]

my cutesy patootie ☝️ i'm so proud of him 🥺

[abd-illustrates]

💜 Doppel & Glass 💜

Finally got round to doodling some of the Heartless crew again - been juggling some very intensive work and life stuff lately so it was therapeutic to get lost for a lil' while drawing this one. (Thanks again to everybody who voted in those polls a bit ago - The results were very interesting so I'm looking forward to drawing more of the most-voted characters sometime soon)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[fayzart136]

"'Evan feels, finally, like some real goddamn magic is happening."

[userarmand]

'The Adoration of the Shepherds with a Donor.' Palma Vecchio. A contemporary of my maker, Marius de Romanus, also a fine painter, albeit one of lesser skill. In fact, the donor in the title was my maker. The canvas painted in my maker's studio. And in this case, the donation was... What is the modern word for it? In kind.

[mikka-minns]

He's a lol confused but he's got the spirit!

Love shipper Tom!

Hanzo: I want something simple and very discreet

Tomas: Yes

[dclovesdanny]

Dcxdp

Bio fam 3/5

Klarion never forgot the few kids he got close to. Klarion enjoyed chaos and laughter, but he wasn’t cruel. He refused to disrespect the dead, especially his friend.

(He kept one thing from each of his friendships. Young Justice never questioned the shelf of trinkets in his lair the few times they worked together.)

Klarion never forgot his friends.

So when he saw the ghost of his friend running from men in white suits, adults who were threatening to hurt his friend and cut him open…..

Well, Klarion was a Lord of Chaos.

Time to show these fools just how powerful he could be.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Abby and Gregory discover Michael is an artist too

[choccy-milky]

seb is lucky ominis cant see ref from triptrippy