#I LIKED this one

[ribchillz]

can you draw yourself beating spigot to death with a rock

1 beatnik 1 rock♥️

[chocojincake]

Book of life AU but make it that one qsmp love triangle lol (platonically ofc)

This was a silly AU idea I had bc bug brain moment on twitter lol plus it fits their dynamics a lot me thinks, the plot obviously goes platonical and welp Phil is just tired atp lmao love that guy

[abrandnewshadow]

[diver5ion]

[daily-clace]

So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But i want every night with you. And thats why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldnt make myself go.

I dont blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can stil dream, I will dream of you.

-Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

[starrys-cafe]

Lamb moodboard!! no other specific requests. ;)

Here it is!!

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[plan-bliz]

the showstopper and the stopped show

12/15/2023

[lefarte]

omg hiiiiiiiiiii fellow funger connoisseur[leans on my bugatti, misses completely and falls into a bed to cash] ;]

anyway, may i ask for a moment of respite with August during termina? just a lil break in the bacchanalia. a moment of normalcy, like dinner 🙏

Yall,,,,,, I want that old man cannibal

Brown trout in the Vlata river are good and fat, but very fishy, so they go best with salt and herbs. An oven is the best, but in a pinch a spit will do just fine. You never knew a man could gut a fish so elegantly. August can use a knife like a fine instrument, and can keep a fire roaring even in the damp season. He splits it open, takes out the guts (“Would you like me to take the head off for you too, my dear?”) and uncerimoniously dumps them in the river. It goes up over the fire, he puts yarrow on it and something called “Česnek medvědí”.

“Are you trying to impress me?”

“No, no,” He chuckles. “I am just an old man with a hobby. That’s all.”

The fire is at a low purr like a cat. The sun has long since set. This part of the woods was unnaturally chilly, even compared to the city. You had been wandering westward for no particular reason and then got caught spinning around in circles. You survived three or four hours of this monotony by snacking on raw mushrooms (one of which gave you a tummy ache), until you saw a manmade knife slash on the side of a tree. You followed, and found another. You kept following, and here you are.

“What other hobbies do you have?” You ask. “Is that bow a hobby too?”

“It’s my occupation.” He pats the quiver on his hip. “I’m a… hunter by trade.”

You tilt your head. “Oh. There’s not many of those anymore.”

“Eh, no. But I do it because I love it.” He smiles.

He takes out a bottle of vodka and offers you a sip. It smells strongly. You shake your head. He gives you a shrug and takes a shot.

“I also saw you jumping from buildings.”

He nods sagely. “Did you like it?”

“…oh, so you are trying to impress me now…”

He has a nice deep chuckle that sounds pleasant to the ears. “The fish is done.”

You were borderline ravenous from the smell, so you perked up instantly. He cut you the most tender pieces, and ate the head and tail himself. You two ate with your hands, for lack of silverware. He seemed to watch you eat with fondness, even though your hair was ratty and your face tired.

He suddenly reaches out his hand. You flinch from the unexpected contact, but he makes a noise that’s almost… cooing at you.

“You have something on your face.” He takes his handkerchief up to your mouth, and dabs your lips gently. “I’m not supposed to be so fond of you, you know. I have a job to do. But you are so… cute.”

You lean into the warm touch. Afterwards, he sets the handkerchief in your hand. It is soft and embroidered with his name. “A memento.”

“I will have to go by the morning.” He says, quite suddenly. “You will probably never see me again.”

Your heart sinks. You don’t want to be alone in the deep woods, freezing and with an awful dry autumn wind. You don’t know how to get back to the city. You don’t want to. You’ve been chased, hungry, and beaten half to death all within the span of one day. It felt like you were here for years. It felt like you would be here for centuries more. You like the fire. It’s good and warm.

“I don’t want to,” You ball up your fists without even noticing. “It’s… cold.”

“I know, my dear.” He sighs. He wraps his big hands around you in a side hug. You realize just how big he is. His hands are calloused. Under the dinner jacket, he is muscular. “There’s quite a chill.”

He puts half of his jacket around you, so you’re sharing heat. You feel heat for the first time in a while, with warm food in your tummy and a bit of a blush.

“I’m a bit drunk,” he admits. “So I’ll just ask outright. I suppose you’re probably not used to sleeping on the grass, so you don’t suppose we could… cuddle up a bit. We wouldn’t want you catching a cold, now.”

You hesitate.

“You don’t have to say yes. If I’m being pushy, I apologize.”

“No, no, I’m just.. happy.”

He grins. “Good. That’s good.”

He lays down and sets his arm out, so you can use him as a pillow. He’s so gentle with you. He gives you a headpat before sleep. The night is still. You feel calm, good and calm, and your muscles relax. It’s good, it’s great even. He doesn’t snore, you hardly know if he slept at all. It’s not too long before you fall asleep. And as he said, in the morning, he was gone.

[beserkerhealer]

FU

[dzhfaer]

Origs #4

Big titty rich fangs queen is done, cant wait for the whole 1 like of mine on this art

[liiilyevans]

19+Hinny for Kiss Meme :)

I really enjoyed writing this one! Thank you!

Kiss Meme

Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer

"Ginny."

"Harry."

Her tone was as teasing as his was exasperated. Currently, Ginny was flopped on top of her husband as they were lying in their bed, and he was trying to convince her to move so he could get up and do paperwork. It was Saturday, but apparently Aurors knew nothing about a healthy work-life balance.

Or maybe it was just her husband.

"Ginny, I really need to finish that report," he said.

Ginny pressed a kiss to his bare chest. "You could have finished it yesterday afternoon."

She could feel his eye roll. Her husband was ever the procrastinator. When he didn't answer her, she continued to plant kisses across his chest, the skin warm under her lips. Harry's fingers threaded through the hair at the back of her neck, his callouses scrapping deliciously against her skin.

Even after years of marriage, Harry still managed to make her toes curl.

His fingers tightened in her hair, and then she was being forced to look up into amused green eyes. Fuck, that shouldn't turn her on as much as it did.

"I really do need to get that work done," Harry said, but there was no conviction in his voice.

Ginny pressed herself up on her elbows until she was hovering just inches from his face.

"Just five minutes?" she said. "I'll make it worth your while."

Harry scoffed, no doubt a smart remark on the tip of his tongue, but then he just shook his head and a grin overtook his face.

"Five minutes," he said. "Just five minutes."

Ginny could do a lot in five minutes, and she was pretty sure by the end of this five, Harry would want another five.

[un-suflet-anonim]

Credit: instagram

[triccina]

"Hey babe, we have company ❤️"

I found a lot of new brushes and decided to test them out by making my favorite ones.

[arcanespillo]

"Red, White & Royal Blue"

2023, dir Matthew López

[diver5ion]

[askastarion]

100% the [Shield] one

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

[ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.

"Watch out, he's got some sunlight magic! Astarion, stay down!"

Astarion's gaze flicked toward Gale, calling out his observations about the magic of their foe. A mad mage in the underdark being a nuisance to someone or other... Shit. Astarion did not give enough of a shit about whoever they were going to be saving this time to die to some sunlight wielding maniac that could kill him in six seconds flat with a flick of the wrist and some magic words. He was ducked behind a cliff wall, readying his crossbow and keeping watch for an opening where he could stay hidden, but hopefully deal some damage. His breathing was quick, undead heart hammering in his chest. This couldn't be it, surely...

He peered around his corner once more to see - Shit! The mage was readying a spell ready to take out Shadowheart, who was already looking like she was on her last legs. With a wince, Astarion darted out from his hiding spot and fired an arrow into the mage's shoulder, cutting him off from his chanting. Shadowheart was the only one capable of keeping them all alive. If she went down-

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, you bastard?" he hissed. But when the mage's eyes met his, a chill shot through him.

"Unholy creature. I shall strike you down!"

Shit. How did he immediately know Astarion was a-? His mind was too consumed by thoughts and terror to move when the mage rose his hands. He was struck still in fear...

Something crashed into his side as a bolt of sunlight rocketted past his ear. The warmth shot at him like a raging inferno, until he found himself clattering against the wall with someone standing over him. His breathing was fast and haggard, and the only thing that was able to convince him he was still alive. But even that took him a few moments. That was until he opened his eyes and saw the slightly singed form of-...

"Ceres?" he gasped, grabbing her arms to support her. That hit would certainly have killed him. She was alive, but-....