#Hope you like this one

[datcravat]

GRAVITY RUSH

[imeriayapping]

[ao3fromthevault]

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/57615613/chapters/165385624

FORTNIGHT - CHAPTER 21

"Out Of The Woods"

[r3d3s1gn]

mb on hating everyone in college because they keep showing you how selfish they are

[applebyraven]

Our Ours update!

Chapter 11: Nature is not saddened.

December 15th, 1961.

[illiana-mystery]

Happy Halloween! I got a little fic out just in time for the last remaining hours of spooky day. This fic will have more chapters, but I wanted to post the first on Halloween night.

This new story is a little something special for both my fellow Alfred fans and my fellow Willem fans. It's a period piece, vampire fic that is about a polyamorous coupling between Oliver (Alfred), Axel (Willem), and their new female companion and feeder, Soleil (original character).

This first chapter sets up the overall premise of the fic. But stay tuned for Chapter 2 where Axel drinks her blood for the first time. 😉 Also read below for a more information about the plot: 

After escaping from her abusive husband, Soleil finds herself both in a whole new surrounding and a new situation. That being her discovery of the last two living vampires, who are hidden away in an abandoned chateau on the outskirts of her home village. The two welcome her in with open arms, leading her to become their willing feeder. But what happens when the still on-going war against vampires and her angry husband threaten to rip her apart from her new relationship with the two? Will they be able to withstand such issues, or will they be forced apart?

Taglist: @ghnaim24, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky​, @goodoldcharley​

[bellamyblake]

The world hurts less when I’m by your side

His cough worsened as they moved and the pain made him wince and whimper quietly which didn’t go unnoticed by Deucette. The fever raged through him and he barely kept his eyes opened but he tried to hold on and not lose consciousness, knowing it’d make everything harder for the father. 

Deucette was definitely unhappy with the situation because he kept muttering quietly under his nose while Bellamy’s head lolled to his chest and he closed his eyes, trying to control his raging heart and push the blurriness away from his eyes.

He shivered when they made it inside the church simply because it was much warmer than outside and he only realized how cold his body has been up until that point.

Deucette called for one of the sisters and uttered a few stuff that Bellamy couldn’t make out before he took him and Ares to the left and down the hallway leading to the first row of rooms. 

Bellamy perked up a little at that point, finally feeling his bones get a little warmer and noticed other people coming in and out of the rooms as well-mothers with babies or men like him who carried the same sadness he knew his own eyes did.

When they reached a room at the end of the hallway, Deucette shuffled with the keys he unhook from his belt and led him and Ares in.

It looked just the same as Bellamy remembered it and even though back then they occupied a room on the second floor he knew they were mostly identical to each other. There were a few bigger ones that were for more than a three-person family but he’s never been to them.

It was simple but cozy and definitely even much warmer than the hallway-there was a bed pressed to the wall on the right, a small table on the other side with two chairs, a drawer and bedside lamp and a little wardrobe that reminded Bellamy more of the locker rooms they had at school than anything else. There was no TV but there was a small radio again, just as Bellamy remembered-when he was here as a kid he had fallen in love with listening to the radio more than watching TV.

His mom would play an old soul and jazz station and hum quietly to it and let him switch to the sports one when he wondered how his favorite team was doing. He had transferred that love back to the Army as well. Murphy hated it when he would find a station with old soul like the one his mom loved but Miller, an old soul like him, enjoyed it. Roan often switched to the country one and as much as they pretended to hate him for it, they actually kind of liked it.

Their favorite was piling up in their tent and turning on the radio on the Firday night football game. Even if Bellamy was more of a basketball kind of guy, he loved that they all got to live that moment together, if they had the night off. He’d usually lay down on the floor, put his hat on and pretend to be napping while Miller and Murphy argued loudly about shitty stuff and scores and Roan groaned at them to shut the fuck up so they could hear what was actually going on.

By the end Miller and Murphy would be at each other’s troats because they were always on opposite sides and Bellamy would have to sit up, give them a look and command them to go take a walk and deal with this shit somewhere they didn’t sleep because he was embarrassed of their behavior.

That was enough to quiet them.

Full chapter can be found HERE!

[blade-liger-4ever]

@vitamaeternum

[beastwhimsy]

a project I finally got around to finishing!! the mane 6, inspired by their earlier generation counterparts, within a medieval fantasy style setting. please don't repost without permission! you just need to ask.

some fun facts:

fluttershy is half unicorn here!! that's why she has the deer-like build and slightly long tail.

rarity is half horse

applejack is fully just a horse.

pinkie and rainbow are the only true ponies

their jobs (in the order shown in the lineup) are royal messenger, royal jester, royal menagerie keeper, royal tailor, royal orchard farmer and Queen Celestia's Most Specialest Student.

in this au, they all met due to working within the castle grounds.

in this au, celestia is queen, luna is still banished, and twilight is discouraged from making friends as it distracts her from her studies. she is celestia's heir and grew up in the castle.

they are all marekissers. lol

[kotse]

@hg-aneh your honor they’re silly

edit: i am NOT aneh!! i love and have borrowed their character designs, no affiliation!!

[suavispoeta]

little starter for @kuurosakiis

A conversation he thought he'd have with Ryoka boy was interrupted— but what else could be expected in a battle they faced? It reached its end, everyone was rushing around like an army of ants. Time would come, a time when they'd entirely focus on him, send those foolish guards to guide him back to the endless darkness of Muken. But before that'd occur, those legs could serve a short walk; after all, they would only step on the outside soil once they request his appearance in the future yet to come.

Gaze fell on the arm that was supposed to be lost, bare skin appreciating-- praising the light of the day— oddly enough making him chuckle. A step or two forward until his attention turned to the lost interlocutor.

"Your earlier concern was quite flattering, Kurosaki Ichigo."

[datcravat]

HATSUNE MIKU?! IS THAT YOU?

[blabberoo]

"You have 72 hours."

Left alone in the consequences of his obsession, he let desperation get hold of his intellect and come up with a plan. For the world. For himself.

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[innieirving]

how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide

bonus: