#He's a total sweetheart

[sceletaflores]

he’s such a pathetic squirmy worm of a man. i need him under me immediately.

[rainybookshop]

my absolute favourite genre of Hangster fic might be "are they really enemies with benefits or is Bradley just stupid"

[yasmeensh]

Concept art: There is a game where one person would draw something on the other's back, and they'd have to try to copy it based on the sensation. Junar (angsty Neanderthal teenager. Yeah, name drop on tumblr now!) would totally play it with his sister, Jaya... Drawing on dirt will also mean she can feel the grooves of the result and compare.

I'm supposed to be doing actual plot development but here I am... brainstorming games and past-time activities for my visually impaired character. Will I even have scenes with the characters just playing? (probably. likely...)

[sincerelywhistler]

⟡⋆ WOLF-RAYET ⋆⟡

Reclusive Misery Demon

My Redacted demonsona!

barcode: chase it down

Pinterest board:

⟡⋆ More about Wolf-Rayet under the cut! ⋆⟡

- Magically enhances natural medicine from the earth to cure the ill patients that seek out his aid, which of whom are also considered Wolf-Rayet’s charges. He feeds from their misery, providing his services in return

- Naturally super keen to perceiving illness and life threatening health conditions in humans, somewhat akin to a cadaver dog spotting out the deceased, therefore taking on canine-like physical features

- Ironically, their first encounter with death that made them want to become a doctor was watching a deer get attacked by a wolf

- He cried while holding its mauled body, swearing that he would be a loyal dog, good to those he fed on which kept his own self alive and sated

- Takes payment in the form of bartering once (or if) his patients are healed

- Typically keeps his horns cloaked because he’s always knocking them into whatever he’s working on

- He has a large wing built a ways a bit from his home that serves as an infirmary for his patients so they have a place to recover

- Victorian meets southern gothic aesthetic

- Special interest in mortality, physical anatomy, life science, and the process of death and decay

- Smells like petrichor

- Prefers to speak very minimally, soft and shy voice (voice claim is Snufkin from Moomin Valley bc just listen to him)

- A Pepsi would kill him I think

- Very gentle and attentive to his recovering patients, always humming or reading to them one-on-one, feeding them homemade meals daily

- Lays outside in the rain whenever the chance arises

- Kinda guy to cover his mouth when he giggles

- Skin and hair always impossibly soft

- Finds peace tending to his two gardens— one for the human’s food and the other for medicines. His favorite garden bed is one that houses his toxic, deadly plants.

- He named his raven companion, Belladonna, after his favorite toxic flower

- Buries the patients they lose themself if no next of kin reaches out beforehand by hand as to properly pay respects. They keep that graveyard in pristine condition

- Guilty pleasure is going to the movies, which he still calls the cinema or “picture shows”

- Gets his eggs and meat from local farmers only to avoid people as much as he can

- Doesn’t have a lot of time to spend on Aria because they are always caring for their patients/charges, but they enjoys the feeling of stretching their astral legs on occasion

- Weaponizes the puppy eyes

- His devout desire demon boyfriend (my husband’s demonsona) is soon to be introduced ;)

Spotify playlist:

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

The first mission the Court send their newly minted Talon on is an assassination attempt on the ward of one Bruce Wayne… Dick Grayson.

Calvin— can’t kill Dick. He can’t.

He didn’t know it would be the boy he grew up in the circus with they want him to murder in cold blood. He didn’t know— didn’t recognize him until the knife was already at his throat.

But he remembers now. And he won’t do it. Never. Never.

He’ll run. Disappear. Dick doesn’t know who he is, it’s better that way, and if he’s lucky the Court will be too busy hunting him to care about the failed assassination.

Unfortunately for Calvin, Dick does remember; Recognizes the Talon.

And he’s not inclined to let his childhood best friend slip through his fingers again after years of believing him dead.

[go-see-a-starwar]

Hayden Christensen Fave Photos Pt 8/? ♡Birthday Edition♡

[wandering-tides]

Today's chapter was really just me simping for Sung Hyunjae 🤣

Also God. I love how Yoojin and Hyunjae can understand each other. They totally tricked Song 😂

Plus, I like how Hyunjae decided to immediately bring an end to the fight rather than dragging it along (like he initially (probably) planned to and have some fun) the moment he heard that Yoojin is hurt.

Please step aside for the totally not married but married couple/item-skill duo 🤭

[antianakin]

Happy fix-it AU where Padme leaves Anakin anyway because she realizes how bad he is for her, and she ends up retiring because she REALLY doesn't want to be a Senator anymore (it was also maybe encouraged by her Queen after her secret marriage to a Jedi was discovered) and she goes back to Naboo to be with her family. She's left behind her responsibilities but she doesn't know what to do now, she's just... adrift, sort-of in limbo and mourning her relationship with Anakin. She has to keep convincing herself not to go back to him because she KNOWS she doesn't want that anymore, she KNOWS she doesn't want to be the person she was with him again, but the thrill of the secret marriage to someone who was so passionate about being with her is also sort-of like a drug.

Her parents both offer to let her come help them in their respective jobs, but she doesn't really have the energy for that right now. She DOES like helping Sola with her nieces because their energy and innocence seems to be a balm for her heart. One day, Sola asks if Padme can take the kids to a local festival in Theed one day while she and her husband go do something else, and Padme agrees. The girls are old enough and Theed is safe enough that they can wander off on their own away from Padme as long as they know not to go TOO far and come back to her after a little while. As she peruses the different artwork on her own, one artist's work stands to her more than anyone else's, it just hits at the core of her and she's not even sure why. She stands in front of a painting of a bird in flight for what seems like hours, though it can't be more than a minute or two, before the artist himself comes over to speak to her.

He addresses her as Senator Amidala, and she quickly tells him that she's not a Senator anymore and she doesn't really want to go by the name Amidala either, she prefers just Padme these days. He agrees, and something about him, maybe his eyes, seems familiar but she can't quite put her finger on it. They talk about his art for a while and everything he says about his inspiration feels like it's speaking directly to her. Eventually, Pooja and Ryoo come up to her and start pulling at her hands, demanding that she come see something with them. Before she leaves, she finally realizes she didn't even know his name and asks him.

It's Palo. The first boy she'd ever loved. The last time she'd seen him she'd been twelve in the Legislative Youth Program. She knew he'd left politics to become an artist instead, but she'd never actually seen any of his art before or ever tried to get back in contact with him. Now she wishes she had. Pooja and Ryoo are still pulling her away so she doesn't have time to really get over her shock at this revelation before she has to leave him behind and someone else comes up to ask him a question in her place.

He shows up at her parents' door the next day with the painting of the bird she'd so adored, and offers it to her as a gift. He refuses to accept any payment for it no matter how much she insists, but asks if she'd be willing to take a walk with him instead. She agrees. They end up spending the whole day together, just talking. For the first time, Padme doesn't feel like she's drowning in her own feelings or floating with no direction. She feels a lot like she's finally come home.

[rapha-reads]

Mu Sheng: *is a half demon with grey hair*

Ling Miaomiao: *is definitely not afraid of him, quite the contrary*

Me:

Seated, invested, into it, hell yeah.

Between Fangs of Fortune and now Love Game in Eastern Fantasy, coming right after The Double, I am being fed so well.

[ghostbeam]

Dabi likes when u experience cute aggression over him btw when he does something and u groan and mutter something about wanting to bite him (his answer is always that u can) or when he’s nuzzling into ur neck like a cat and u squeeze his face in ur hands. He loves it he can’t get enough of it. The fact that he drives u crazy enough to sink ur teeth into his arm at random is his favorite thing ever

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

All I Ask of You

title from Phantom of the Opera

Summary: You have a nightmare. Neuvillette comforts you

CW: hurt/comfort, graphic imagery

Word Count: 495

Pairings: Neuvillette x gn!reader

A/N: Please pardon any mistakes I made with this. I wrote this while dead exhausted

The night wind whispers as you take a seat on a bench behind the Palais Mermonia. It and the chirping of far off crickets are the only sounds to be heard. This late in the evening, the last of the workaholics has made their way home, leaving the building behind you dark and lifeless. Even Neuvillette has gone to bed, sleeping away the days worries and stress.

But not you. You look up at the stars, watching them dance silently above the city.As beautiful as they are, a pattern of light across the vast, moonless sky, they aren’t enough to distract you from the unease gnawing at your heart.

Faint images--the lingering memories of the might’s nightmares--force their way to the front of your mind. You shiver, curling in on yourself.

“Y/n?”

A soft voice returns your attention to your immediate surroundings.

You look over your shoulder at your lover. “Neuvie…Did I wake you up?”

“No, love. I woke up to drink some water but you weren’t in bed.”

“Oh. I guess I needed some space to think.”

The sky clouds over and a soft rain begins to fall as Neuvillette sits next to you. The sensation, so familiar after all the time you’ve spent with the dragon, is as comforting as his shoulder brushing against yours.

“A penny for your thoughts, love?”

“It was just a nightmare.”

Neuvillette frowns and takes your hand in his. “Again?”

“Mhmm.”

“Will you tell me about it? Perhaps talking will ease your mind.”

“I don’t know, Neuvie. They were pretty graphic.”

“All the more reason to speak. But if you don’t want to, I won’t make you.”

After a moment’s thought, you lift Neuvillette’s arm and tuck yourself under it, resting your head on his chest.

Neuvillette shifts his weight to accommodate the new position, taking the opportunity to start running deft fingers through your hair.

“It wasn’t anything complicated. Not really. It’s just… I don’t think anyone wants to dream about a person literally tearing their own skin off. The agony on his face…it was revolting.”

You shudder at the memory.

Neuvillette wraps his arm around you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You should have woken me, y/n. There’s no need to suffer alone.”

“You spend all day presiding over court, dealing with Lady Furina, and doing all that paperwork. The last thing I want is to bother you over a stupid nightmare.”

Neuvillette sighs. This argument isn’t a new one to either of you. “I’ve said before, my love, it’s more of a bother to wake up and find you gone.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I wish I could chase away these nightmares. It worries me, seeing you up so many nights.”

“But you can’t. All I ask is that you hold me when they happen. That helps more than you know.”

“Always, my love. All you ever had to do was ask.”

[yunmeng-jiang]

there aren't nearly enough wen ning pov fics. that man is absolutely insane and no one understands him

[kennykenkenneth]

do you guys think that kieran would talk about his crush from the van der linde gang to the horses while he tended to them? im a very big believer in that one

brushing a horses fur while he just yaps, yaps, and yaps away about what the pretty member did today, and if they even had a conversation about something as mundane as the weather

[pansyfemme]

sighs dreamily

[aeb-art]

soooo… i did another comic with geo (who of course belongs to @8um8le)! it ending up stretching the page quite a bit, so the rest is under the cut o7

and geo proceeded to win every single round of pool that night, the end, thank you for reading this far 🙇

i'm still not super confident in writing for geo, but i had too much fun with this to care ehehe 🥰 this is the year of indulgence, everyone!

edit: i just realized that I PUT THE CIRCUITS ON THE WRONG ARM! it's supposed to be on my right not my left, oh i'm so mad 😭💔

[memento-mariii]

A bond between a girl and her robot is something that can be so special.