#Hope this was okay!

[ssentimentals]

what about… seungcheol, suggestive prompt number 40 😼😼

seungcheol and 40 sounds great hehe ;) thank you of course for requesting, hopefully you will like it! 💜

suggestive prompt: 'yell at me again and i'll give you reason to scream.'

'i am this close,' you pinch your fingers together leaving a tiny space in between, 'to start throwing stuff at you. don't tempt me, seungcheol.'

normal man would've huffed and walked away. normal man would've apologized and tried to stop the fight. normal man would've tried to calm you down. but seungcheol is not normal, so he only goads you on with that goddamn smirk on his face: 'i'd like to see you try with your shitty aim.'

shout that you let out is almost not human. you grab whatever you can reach first - remote from tv - and fling it at him with the force that you didn't even know you possessed; it flies past his head and slams on the wall behind him. seungcheol turns back to check and huffs: 'you can't even break stuff, babe.'

you groan loudly. seungcheol starts coming close and you rush to the sofa, grabbing pillows from it and throwing them at him without any coordination, somehow hoping that this influx of pillows will stop him for reaching out. it obviously doesn't, but what it does is amuse him to no end. seungcheol is grinning like a madman by the time he reaches you, pinning you to the sofa with his whole body. 'are you done?' he questions, arching both eyebrows. 'there are no pillows left.'

'get off me,' you press, knowing that trying to push him away will not work. seungcheol doesn't listen though, only presses his body closer to yours. it wouldn't be the first time for your fights to end up in something less about fighting and more about fucking, but this time you're way too angry. 'i said get off me!'

your scream surprises both of you. you have this pact, this unspoken agreement that you two don't scream at each other under no circumstances. this is not what any of you is willing to tolerate and you know it, that's why this scream leaves you shocked as well. seungcheol stares at you, unblinking and you instantly deflate, embarrassed at this outburst. it's okay for you to shout or groan loudly but never at him.

'yell at me again and i'll give you reason to scream.' he mutters, eyes full of intent. you gulp and he softens just a little, gently reminding you: 'we don't scream at each other, baby. remember?'

you nod. 'yeah, i do. get off me now.'

he easily complies this time, giving you his hand to help you stand up as well. you both stare at each other in silence, breathing heavily before seungcheol whispers: 'let's go to bed.' at your quirked eyebrow he adds: 'not for that. to talk. but it can be for that too, if you want.'

'god,' you moan, hitting him lightly. 'you're such an idiot. i hate you.'

seungcheol grins, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you towards the bedroom. he kisses your head and smiles at the way you lean on him, tired of the fight. 'i know. you tried to kill me with the remote, afterall.'

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[the-whispers-of-death]

Please i need ghost (or price) x feminine male reader to live

I'm again going to do this in headcanon style because why not? It's fun. We're going to do Ghost (though feel free to make another request for Price if you'd like).

Ghost loves how feminine you are and does not care that you're a man wearing feminine clothing, he just wants you to be happy. He will fight anyone who tries to shame you for being yourself. (Literally fight, he has bodyslammed a woman who tried to rip a dress you wanted to try on away from you.)

If you have longer hair, he does look up tutorials on how to do certain braids he'll know you'll love. He just wants to help you look the prettiest you can be.

Ghost loves taking you out on fancier dates so you can show off the fancier dresses you have. He says he's so honored to be with someone so breathtaking.

If you don't wear feminine clothing but rather just have a more feminine demeanor, he still loves you. Loves you regardless of how you dress.

He will send you inspo pictures for your make-up because he knows you love getting inspo pictures.

If you take a lot of pictures, Ghost will dutifully take those pictures. Tell him where he should stand and which angle he should take them at, he'll do it to the best of his abilities.

Now, I personally think he'd wear a dress (nothing too promiscuous or fancy) if you wanted someone to wear a dress with. He's huge on "clothes aren't gendered".

Ghost sees you in heels for the first time and his brain malfunctions. He has seen others in heels, sure, but you genuinely rock heels. He's impressed with how well you can walk in those heels. Makes him want to worship you even more.

I am one of the people who believe Ghost wears nail polish (mostly black nail polish) and I think he has fun doing his nails with you. Even if you two aren't helping each other do it and are instead doing it at the same table, he still enjoys it.

If you tell Ghost that you'd wear a wedding dress on your wedding day (it was a simple generic question about marriage and weddings, not necessarily about you two marrying), he'll think about how much he'll feel like he's in heaven when you inevitably walk down the aisle to him in your wedding dress. (Yes, he's planning on proposing. You're a keeper.)

[rottenpumpkin13]

Hello Pumpkin

I know you’re more GenKura leaning but do you have any Zakkura thoughts about their time before Nibelheim?

I think before Nibelheim their relationship looked a lot like:

• Touches that linger just a bit too long; first bumps that turn into Zack grabbing Cloud's arm and pulling him in for a hug, attacking him with kisses. One time, being the jokester he is, Zack wears lipstick that's light enough for Cloud not to notice, but the right color for it to appear on his skin. Cloud's squad mates were impressed, some even patting him on the back and congratulating him for 'getting some', it was only when Cloud looked in the mirror that he realized he was going to have to murder his boyfriend.

• Zack tells everyone he knows about Cloud. Angeal had heard more about him from Zack than Cloud himself, so by the time Zack introduced them, Angeal could confirm that Cloud's smile was indeed "sweeter than apple pie"

• Zack likes to spoil Cloud with gifts, something that Cloud feels infinitely self conscious about, because Zack's idea of surprising him is buying him food, videogames, plushies, and other items that make Cloud feel like he's using him — which Zack assures him that he's not.

• Cloud helps ground Zack when he's anxious, since he's both a great listener and an exceptional advice giver (in Zack's mind) (because Cloud has great ideas such as "hey maybe don't drink and entire bottle of orange soda and then do 1000 squats? you might throw up??")

• Zack is more physically affectionate in public —the boy loooves to let everyone know Cloud is his. But Cloud's touches last longer, his hugs mean Zack's safe and his arms are the only place Zack can go to feel truly at peace.

• They sleep in the same bed at the inn that night, after coming back from dinner at Claudia's house. They're giggling, talking, and wondering how the following day's mission will play out. Unfortunately that would be the last time they slept in the same bed, the last time Cloud would be conscious to hear Zack whisper and old Gongagan lullaby to him as he fell asleep.

[fortanuvasyama]

#THEY DID WHAT TO JASON?????#ALSO IF ROSE HAD TO RESUCITATE HIM IT MEANS HE DIED BC OF WHAT BRUCE DID????#omg

@crepus i spotted your tags and had to say something lol

the answer is... maybe??? idk what Jason would have done if he was brought into the fight under different circumstances, but he did choose to work with Joker B of his own free will (and agreed pretty quickly, though that might be more because the [supposed] plan was to kill Joker A) (and also bc Joker B has decided he's not the Joker after all and that he needs to kill Joker A after which I guess Joker B would... die? kill himself? i think? idk man) and he actually set up a distraction with Rose to prevent Bruce from interfering (bc I'd imagine Bruce wouldn't want him to kill Joker A 😒)

(side note: lost my shit laughing here at the entourage of actual bats following the batmobile)

(btw that kid with Rose up there ^ was part of Joker B's group and Jason had the condition that the kid be uninvolved if Joker B wanted Jason's help)

(that's why Rose has the kid with her, so Batman can help the kid)

ANYWAYS so Jason is at the fight because he wants to be/he has a chance to kill a Joker/Joker B gassed him into not being paralyzed by fear, so depending on which motivation you think is right then one could argue that it's Bruce's fault he's involved.

BUT ANWAYS.... the set-up here is: Joker B is driving a train that will (unbeknownst to Jason) crash into Gotham and cause a big boom. It's a trap to lure in Joker A - who wants to kill Joker B because there must only be one Joker, blah blah - and Joker A comes swooping in on a dirigible/blimp (filled with bombs) to blow up the train.

A big fight between them and the henchmen ensues, Jason gets Joker A at gunpoint, and then Joker B reveals the true plan, and Jason gets booted out of the conductor's car.

(btw i'm omitting panels that are unnecessary to my narration, there's more in-between chatter that makes the story flow better)

so Jason decides to go for the blimp and steals Killer Moth's suit-wings-jetpack-thing (no idea what it really is) to get there, and hijacks the blimp. He tries to call for Batgirl (Stephanie atm) and gets Batman instead, and outright tells Bruce that he chose to do this, and also that they need to stop the gas in the train and the bombs in the blimp somehow. But there's no way to do either in a way where the gas won't blow into the city anyway...

And so Jason's solution is...

a big explosion that eats up the gas with the bombs in the blimp.

(genuinely a miracle he's not dead just from that lmao)

And there's an argument to be made that, uh, Jason... drowned. And was dead. For a pretty solid amount of time.

and Rose resuscitates him!

Rose is a miracle-worker apparently lol

A N Y W A Y S the point is, yeah Bruce could be held responsible for part of this if you look at it a certain way. I definitely think Jason's plan of blowing up the ship he was on by crashing into something in order to save people is very reminiscent of a certain other time.....

.....yep.

[alectoperdita]

25 for that situation prompt 👀👀

From Put That Guy in a Situation(TM) Ask Game

25. Showing up injured at their enemy’s house

content warnings: mild description of injury and blood, but not necessarily realistic

Read on AO3

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Blood seeped through his shirt. It overflowed onto his pants, dying his entire left side crimson. Jounouchi winced, but he didn't dare to let up on the pressure. Each step—every breath he took was labored. His knees threatened to fold under him with each lurch forward.

The wound might be deeper than he originally thought.

A glow hovered in the distance, cutting through the fog. For a second, he wondered if that was the afterlife beckoning. A moth to the flame, he lumbered toward it.

If he was going to die, he wanted to be warm, at least.

The light came from a solitary bulb illuminating a heavy iron-wrought entrance gate. Up close, it shone blindingly bright. Damn LED bulb. Exhausted, he slumped against the wall under it. When his head rolled back, he caught sight of a sign beside him that hung at eye level. He squinted to make out the characters through the haze of pain.

It read "Kaiba."

A wet gurgle of a laugh bubbled out of Jounouchi.

Well, wasn't this perfect? Kaiba might toe his corpse in disgust, but it was better than expiring in the nearby woods like a wounded animal.

"Oi, Kaiba," he croaked. "You'll tell Yugi at least, won't you?"

"What the fuck are you rambling about, deadbeat?" Kaiba's angry voice rang in his ear. It was as if he was right there with him.

Great, he was hearing shit already. He clung to it shamelessly. God, he didn't want to die alone, even if it meant he was delusional. "Be a pal. When you find my corpse in the morning, give Yugi a call and let him know you found me?"

"It won't have to wait till morning if you don't get off my property this instant," Kaiba barked.

The voice came from around the corner, close to the gate itself. Peeling his heavy eyelids open, he gripped the wall and peered around, perhaps hoping to glimpse the other man even if he was a hallucination. Embedded within the white stucco wall was a dark electronic panel with a light that blazed an angry red over a speaker. There was also a video screen, but it was dark, staring back at him with a blank face.

"Kaiba?" he asked. Hope crowded into his throat, wet and fitful as tar. Or it was blood. "Is that really you?"

"You heard me, deadbeat." The tinny voice boomed out of the speakers. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Late," laughed Jounouchi. His head spun. He caught himself against the wall again, this time huddling protectively around the panel. "You—" A rattling cough. "You should be in bed."

"I was. Until somebody set off the perimeter alarms."

Jounouchi was somebody! He was no longer just nobody in Kaiba's book.

"Me! It was me!"

"No shit."

He peered through the gaps in the gate, up the ridiculously long driveway to the mansion in the distance. He couldn't spot any pinpricks of light up ahead. They would've been clues as to where Kaiba was in that gigantic house of his. How strange it was Kaiba who spoke to him and not one of his many identical-looking suited goons. Was he all alone in that wretched place?

"Do I need to call the police?" asked Kaiba icily.

"Sure," he said. "You mind calling an ambulance while you're at it?"

"What?"

Jounouchi spun around and searched for more red blinking lights. He found one on the other side of the gate. He retracted the hand clutching his body and waved it at the security camera.

Oh god, his side gushed. It felt like his guts were falling out. Dizziness washed over him and dragged him under into a smothering darkness.

The last thing he heard was Kaiba calling his name.

***

Jounouchi's ears rang.

Too much quiet could be a bad thing—under-stimulating the auditory nerves triggered tinnitus as effectively as loud noises. It was a funny thing a doctor told him once. God, the human body was so stupid. If there was one upside to dying, it was not having to deal with that nonsense again.

He felt weightless. He was sure there was pain, but it didn't pierce the heavy veil draped around his brain. Numb, that was the word. He was numb down to his fingertips.

He wiggled them. They responded after a brief delay.

So not paralyzed.

"Tch, knew you were too stubborn to die," grunted a familiar voice from his bedside.

Oh what a soft bed it was, too. Fluffy pillows full of down and silky sheets. It was like he was lying on a cloud. He knew there was no way he was in heaven, though, not least because he didn't fucking believe in one. Neither he nor the surly bastard sitting in the chair were welcome there.

Unable to help him, a dopey grin spread across his lips as he turned his head toward the other person.

"Heya, Kaiba." Shit, he sounded high. His eyes traced the drip line from his wrist to the clear bag of fluids suspended on the IV stand. "Must be the good stuff," he remarked, mostly to himself.

Kaiba rolled his eyes, but he uncrossed his arms and legs. What a beanpole. If he wore anything besides black, he couldn't intimidate even a rabbit. And those little fuckers got heart attacks at the drop of a dime. Damn lanky bastard.

A lanky, flat-assed bastard.

Kaiba scrunched his nose. "Stop. I'll gut you myself if you say another word about my ass."

He had a stick up that ass to boot.

"Jounouchi," Kaiba growled in warning.

"What? Can't a guy die in peace?" he groused.

Suddenly, Kaiba was in his face, blue eyes blazing like hellfire. Up close, Jounouchi noticed the dark ring around his eyes and the heavy bags under them.

His words came out no less harsh, though. Sharper than the knife that sliced Jounouchi last night. "Next time, try dying somewhere far from my doorsteps."

Despite being stared down by the Devil himself, Jounouchi wasn't scared. Kaiba was the Devil he knew best, after all.

A wave of fatigue swept over him, weighing down his eyelids. "Yeah, I'll give that a try if I need it to take. Hasn't worked every other time you've been around."

He could count the number of times he'd been at Death's door in Kaiba's presence on one hand. Somehow, Jounouchi survived each time in spite of him. But in this case, it was probably because of him.

He chuckled. "Your glares scare off Death himself."

Kaiba's expression tightened, then blanked. He drew back and straightened. Swathed head to toe in inky darkness with pale skin that glowed in contrast, he'd pass for the Grim Reaper himself.

That explained it. Kaiba wasn't the Devil.

"Yeah, if you're Death, no wonder you don't wanna collect on me. I'm gonna live forever!" He laughed. His chest seized. He groaned. He wanted to curl into a ball, but his body refused to cooperate.

Kaiba squeezed the bridge of his nose, entirely ruining his Specter of Doom look. "Lovely. You're acting like an even bigger imbecile than usual."

Jounouchi peered up again, ready to sprout more "inanities" as Kaiba was sure to label them when he got his senses knocked out of him a second time. The sunlight imparted the illusion of color to Kaiba's cheeks, magnified the intensity of his azure eyes, and contoured his noble features. He fucking glowed, like the light bulb in the deepening night or a tempting flame. The whiplash stunned and nauseated Jounouchi.

What could he say to this angelic vision?

Kaiba's brows furrowed. He almost looked worried, and that was how Jounouchi knew he was hallucinating again.

Kaiba snapped his fingers centimeters away from Jounouchi's nose. It worked, snapping him out of his stupor.

"Your brain better not have melted. Whatever's left of it," drawled Kaiba.

There was nothing like that patented Kaiba humor(?) to sober him up. "I'm good. I'm good. Still in one piece."

Somehow. Against all odds.

Because Kaiba had helped him, instead of leaving him out in the cold, to bleed out.

Kaiba harrumphed. Without another word, he spun and marched toward the exit. The lack of a grandiose coat spoiled the effect. Jounouchi missed that coat. He'd probably miss Kaiba himself once he left the room.

Jounouchi would live, though, for now.

Kaiba paused by the door, his back was turned as he spoke, "I notified Yugi. He should be by to check on you later."

Jounouchi's face split into a grin. A pleasant warmth suffused his chest. It might be the drugs. Or it could be something else.

"Will you come back too?" he asked.

Kaiba nodded. Jounouchi sank into the plush mattress and allowed himself to drift off, safe and whole.

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[theloveinc]

Shinsou "I dont know why she's into me either" Hitoshi

ALWAYS on his "am shy and humble or actually just cocky" shit because sometimes this means he's holding your palms in his hands and getting all watery-eyed because he thinks you're WAY too good for him ... and other times it means cheers-ing someone when they get snotty about how you're out of his league.

They're trying to piss him off, meanwhile he's just raising his glass an tipping a shot back, kinda smirking, all: "cheers, I'll drink to that!" (then going home to make sure you aren't about to leave him--as if he doesn't have ROCK HARD ABS he wants you grinding against every night. why would you ever give that up????? adjflakdhj)

Not to mention all the times Denki asks him how he managed to score you and Shinso genuinely goes blank and has to take 20 minutes to ponder it too:

[mabbbish]

Hello! I love your art sm and it’s so pretty! If you don’t mind me asking, how do you make draw your art-? Like what’s the process behind it?

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I’m bad at explaining stuff lol)

hi! i’m stoked anyone would want to know my process, no i don’t mind at all! tumblr deleted the draft i made where i went in depth about everything and i’m extremely mad about it, but hopefully this one sends.

i’m not sure if there was a specific drawing you were referring to, bc sometimes my process changed depending on how enthusiastic i’m feeling about the piece, but this is a general guide using the au as a reference :

1. sketch! i mostly just get down the main shapes.

2. finalise lineart!

3. Block colours! on the layer below lineart, use select tool within the lineart, alpha lock it, and add in block colours (this is where i experiment, you can see the remnants of lloyd’s other shirt colours near the collar before i decided i didn’t like them). i also put in loose details if i think i’m going to forget them before the render (eg i knew i wanted kais pants to be a gradient so i put it on the colour block layer so i could use the gradient later on in the render layer).

4. render! on the layer above colour, i put all my details. i use the lasso took a lot for shading and for hair (second image has a selection i used for kais roots. i select an area that i want to give depth w lasso tool, and airbrush either a shade lighter or darker than base).

5. shadows! set the layer above render to multiply and add in shadows to create more depth. i blend some of the shadows in, but mostly not bc i like the texture the harsh lines give (also the colours are gone so the shadows are more obvious for tutorials sake)

6. check values and colour lineart!

on a layer above everything, i fill with a completely desaturated shade (can be any) and set to saturation. this makes the image black and white, and i can go through and see if i need to change any colours or shading to make it more readable. i also alpha lock the lineart and add a warm red where ever i think blush would be on the face, or flesh is.

7. backgrounds if any then done! i also have a speedpaint of the nya and zane process to see it in action plus the order of layers

[snnydcysa]

@intrcducingme sent: 😴  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  comforting  your  muse  after  a  nightmare.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine )

normally  sonny  didn't  have  nightmares.  if  anything,  if  she  was  extremely  exhausted  she  would  sleep  walk  and  destroy  things.  however,  this  wasn't  the  case.  her  nightmare  filled  with  the  faces  of  people  that  she  loved  betraying  her.  leaving  her  for  the  worst.  it  was  enough  to  cause  her  to  wake  up  gasping.  feeling  the  tears  spill  from  her  cheeks  as  her  gaze  scanned  the  area.  realizing  she  has  fallen  asleep  in  the  prop  house.  at  the  same  time,  nate  wandered  in  and  almost  immediately  came  to  comfort  her.  in  which  she  sniffled  and  pulled  her  usual  excuse,  “i'm  fine..  i'm  okay.”

[icy-book]

normal and sparrow (or maybe lark, or maybe both) post-canon for the fic asks! I’m so normal about the oak family

Sorry I got to this so late! Timezones and all meant I was asleep when you sent this

Disclaimer: I haven't finished season 2, though I'm in the very last section of it, so this may not be canon compliant

It was the first game of the year for Teen High, and the first one Normal would be attending since that fatal dance. Scary and Link were out on the field, chatting as they got into position, Taylor was down by the reserve bench, for some reason, and next to him was... Sparrow.

He'd hardly believed it when he heard his dad would actually be attending the game. Sure, he wasn't busy with "work" (D.A.D.D.I.E.S.) anyway more, which had always been his excuse in the past, but after the dance and everything, Normal assumed he was just too embarassed of him to show up. Sure, Mr Marlowe ("Please, just call me Terry") had said it was more complicated than that, and Uncle Lark had told him Sparrow was so sad he didn't get to come (he was pretty sure that was a lie, or only a technical truth), but well, it was hard not to think it.

"Norm!" Scary's voice shook him out of his thoughts. "You better not be getting all down about your dad again."

"I can't help it!" When had Link and Scary even come over here? "He's actually here! This is my big chance to show him that Teeny is important, that he can be proud of me. What if I mess it up? What if he decides to completely ban me from being a mascot?"

"He wouldn't do that." Link's brows were furrowed. "He didn't stop you before, right? And you said he's actually trying now, so he'd probably let you keep being the mascot anyway."

Scary nodded. "And if he tries to ban you, I'll punch him."

"Please don't punch my dad."

"Okay, I'll just yell at him or something."

Normal looked up for a moment at the stands, and saw Sparrow waving at him, before beckoning him. "Oh god, is he waving me over? Please tell me I'm not seeing that."

"He's waving you over."

"Just go, Norm, it's not going to anything bad. And if it is-"

"Yeah, you'll punch him." He smiled at his two friends. "Thanks Scary. And Linc."

Quickly, he jogged up to where his dad was sitting.

"Hey, Normal," Sparrow ruffled his mascot head. "Imagine I'm ruffling your hair. Anyway, I just wanted to say, you're going to do great out there. And I brought orange slices for you and your friends after, okay? I think Darryl said that's a sports thing."

Normal wouldn't go as far as to say all his anxieties melted away, but a good chuck of the weight on his shoulders felt lighter. "Thank, Dad."

"Hey, Norm!" Taylor leaned over the railing. "You're gonna kill it! Just, try not to trip over, okay? That'd be bad."

"Thank, Taylor."

Sparrow gave him a little thumbs up. "Okay, that's all I wanted to say. Good luck, kiddo."

"Thanks, Dad!" And with that, the coach blew her whistle.

"Players, into position!"

"Gotta go! Bye Dad, bye Taylor, see you at half time!"

[snnynaturalarch]

@crispyblonde

taking  out  a  vamp  nest  was  no  joke.  it  was  always  more  than  a  one  man  job.  there  were  five  of  them  at  least  taking  each  monster  out  one  by  one.  heads  and  bodies  dropping  to  the  floor  in  pools  of  blood.  but  as  sonny  was  slicing,  she  caught  a  glimpse  of  blonde  hair.  having  to  take  a  double  take  the  moment  she  spotted  the  stranger  there.  someone  she  didn't  recognize  at  all.  though  she  acted  quick  when  she  noticed  a  vampire  about  to  attack.

"look  out!"  sonny  cried  out  as  she  ran  and  tackled  the  blonde  girl  out  of  the  way  as  they  both  hit  the  ground.  as  she  did,  one  of  the  hunters  sliced  that  vamp  at  the  neck.  looking  down  at  the  other,  sonny  sat  up,  "you  alright?  just  stay  put,  okay?"  not  giving  her  much  of  a  chance,  she  stood  guarding  her.  a  job  still  had  to  be  done.

[ladyxskywalker]

omg hii, i hope this is okay?

any thoughts on obi wan reacting to you telling him you love him when he’s injured? maybe he got shot by a droid and rests in a medical bay and it’s only him and you and you tell him you love him 🥺

hi ! 🌸💌 yes ! absolutely !

I think obi wan would be pleasantly surprised to hear that you love him ! & at the same time, playfully tease you until eventually giving into telling him how you really feel.

I am imagining him laying down in the med bay with tired eyes looking up at you being there by his side. He would smile softly & gently reach for your hand. You give it a squeeze, wordlessly telling him that all will be well in no time.

You've been so worried & scared of losing him, thinking that life is so precious & special moments between loved ones & friends should never be wasted. Especially since you loved him for such a long time before he was harmed, but were most likely too afraid to say the words out loud to him.

"I'm here, dear one, all is not lost. I assure you, I am fine."

"oh, obi wan, I thought..."

"shh, none of that now."

Cupping his face, he leans into the palm of your hand, relaxing into the calming feel of your touch. Savoring every ounce of love & care that you've given him. It radiates from your heart, a light that he too, can no longer live without.

"I sense there is something you've been meaning to tell me...I imagine now is as good a time as any..."

And he just knows you so well that when he tries his hardest to smile throughout all the pain, he's left you speechless. Almost stuck in place. Unable to hide from him anymore. The force, doing all of the difficult work for you. A deep soul connection that can not be broken. Where there is light, there is peace. And right now, there is a soothing peace in both of your hearts.

The words are there, ready to be spilled effortlessly the way you've always hoped & dreamt about. But a small part of you is scared, afraid that he couldn't possibly feel the same.

But he does.

And now, more than ever, you can both sense it.

"I don't want to be scared anymore."

"Fear only leads to sadness. You wouldn't want that now would you?"

"No."

"Then?"

Slowly lifting your hand away from his cheek, the pad of his thumb brushes lightly over your fingertips, before bringing them into a kiss there.

"I believe that... love, is the one thing that could save us all."

Your eyes are lost in pure stillness. Nothing can tear you away from one another. Not now.

"My darling, ... I couldn't agree more."

And so, he kisses you, guiding you into leaning toward him carefully, making sure that you know he will never let you go.

... ❤️

[raine-st0rm]

could you draw atlas taking the gang to the park for the first time :3

i was like drunk on sleep making this btw but I told myself I can't sleep before I finish so now my eyes hurt 😭😭 so here's a rushed guy

(Atlas says "This us what human call a 'park'! Have fun <3")

Zennie then proceeded to run to a nearby puddle, and did this without any elaboration

she just kinda stared at kids as they ran by, making some cry

Zera loved the swings and refused to leave them. She actually had to get dragged off them by Thorn.

She pushed a kid off the swing to get her spot btw

Thorn and Atlas talked when Atlas wasn't supervising the other two aliens

[the-whispers-of-death]

Hey there!

I have a request on deity reader.

Like, what if price starts realizing that his operations have started to go well… to well. Like his shots always land, he can conveniently locate the enemy first try….. oh, and a crow now always follows him. (The avatar of reader)

Thanks for reading my rant!

Second part of this.

As the years go after 2009 (the year that John Price helped Farah Karim & the ULF escape from Barkov's prison), Price quickly rose the ranks until he became captain. He at first thought nothing of it, saying that his skills were the reason for it, and he wasn't entirely wrong.

But you were watching him, making sure his missions went well. You were in his dreams in the form a crow, with the rest of the murder of crows behind you. You were content to just stay in his dreams, until you weren't.

It had been fifteen years since the prison escape he helped Farah escape from and now Price was starting to see a crow (you) follow him around. He didn't seem to think it was out of the ordinary, until you appeared everywhere, including battlefields. And he felt drawn to you, called to start worshipping you.

Slowly but surely, Price's barracks on base gained a small altar to you in the corner of the room. He brought you whatever he felt called to, setting down little trinkets like a mug that had a crow on it, several crow-themed keychains. A few wayward buttons that broke off his clothes. They weren't much, but he felt your gratitude each time he set them on your altar.

And it seemed like you were pleased with him, since all of his shots landed perfectly. His missions ended successfully and with as little soldiers hurt as possible. He supposed that he didn't mind worshipping you, especially since you made his job protecting civilians a little easier.

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feeling a familiar warmth engulf him so early in the morning, ford didn't really know what to do with himself. how on earth had he been blessed to feel that wet cavern of hers wrap around his morning wood? he could've easily woken up to this everyday if he could. "y—yeah, baby ... just like that." his voice couldn't be louder than a whisper, especially not with the sound of the water running in the bathroom going. his wife was still busying herself with that shower of hers to start her day right, while here ford was with his daughter underneath his sheets trying to show off what he's been teaching her all this time. "you're going to be such a good girl. everyone would want to breed you." but not for now, not when she had a father as protective as he and one so selfish that despite the guise of him perfecting his daughter to fit into this society of theirs, she would never be whisked away from his clutches. she was too good, so perfect for him to use and please. how could he let that go? he tips his head back against the pillow, cursing into the air as his hand rests against the back of her head, not pushing her down but only tightening his hold against her hair to encourage her to keep going. "just like how i taught you, darling ... mm, keep that up. you want daddy cumming in your mouth again don't you?"