#I always forget to draw the crown

[boobilby]

Doodles of the canon gay couple on hermitcraft, congratulations kings

[sysig]

Just keep getting back up (Patreon)

[fishareglorious]

Ningguang is judging your choices very harshly, Beidou.

Meanwhile Xiangling earlier probably just shrugged and poured hotdog water into Beidou’s flask all willy-nilly when Beidou asked her for some lmao

Special thanks to @cadriona​ and @adeptus-penda​ for the original idea:

https://www.tumblr.com/adeptus-penda/686862343291928576/cadriona-the-fun-thing-about-beidou-travelling?source=share

[bananataigar]

Smolberon to help ease those doing LB6 I may be in Shimousa still but with how you guys are reacting, you all needed an Emotional Support Smolberon.

Extra under the cut

Crown has been snatched

[hismentor]

a mobian monkey king !!

[butterfwiesndinorawrs]

🧸🎨🧸🖍🧸🎨🧸🖍🧸🎨🧸🖍🧸🎨🧸🖍🧸

Stuffie Art Prompts:

🖍 Draw or paint your stuffies with silly accessories on, like silly hats or big glasses

🎨 Draw or paint your stuffies in a magical land, it can look like however you want

🖍Draw or paint your stuffies as astronauts in space, bonus points if you design new planets

🎨 Draw or paint your stuffies as clowns putting on a circus

🖍 Draw or paint an outfit you design for your favorite stuffie

🎨 Draw or paint your stuffies with different facial expressions

🖍 Draw or paint your stuffies going on a road trip, or in a plane or on a boat

🎨 Draw or paint your stuffies visiting somewhere you've always wanted to go

🖍 Draw or paint your stuffies swimming! I bet they would love to see themselves swimming!

🎨 Draw or paint your stuffies as mythical creatures (or a different creature/hybrid if they already are a mythical creature)

🖍 Draw or paint your stuffie as a mad scientist in their own science lab

🎨 Draw or paint your stuffies in the style of your favorite storybook/cartoon

🖍 Draw or paint how your stuffies would look as humans

🎨 Draw or paint your stuffies as royalty, don't forget their crown and thrown

🖍 Draw or paint your stuffies at an amusement park

🧸🎨🧸🖍🧸🎨🧸🖍🧸🎨🧸🖍🧸🎨🧸🖍🧸

[alllgator-blood]

Shamura explaining they had a migraine three times the exact same way- YOURE GOING TO MAKEME CRYYY!!!

DON'T CRY, HAVE THIS SHITPOST INSTEAD

the original "they don't know that..." meme has the guy holding a solo cup but I was like crying laughing last night looking at eliza-forget's picture of shamura with the evil soda that makes you kill everything, so I added it as a tribute to her masterpiece. The party hat is from the original meme as well but I thought of my irl friend who keeps drawing shamura with a party hat instead of their crown, he just says it's "so they're always ready to party"

(in all seriousness I'm glad my art can make people Feel Things and am more emotional about the response I've gotten so far rather than the actual comic itself)

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1328

Chapter 44:

The vine around your neck kept pulling you away, the struggle to fight it without your magic proving worthless, and yet you kept trying.

Hearing Agatha's screams of pain as she also tried to fight off Rio was driving you mad, but as the sun covered the moon fully, you were left powerless to act.

Eventually, the vine came to a halt, your head pressed against the wooden fence separating Agatha's House from the house right next to it.

Suddenly, more vines spread from the ground; wrapping around your wrists and your ankles, keeping you in an almost crucified position.

You tried to pull them again, and you had to bite your lip, feeling the pain coming from the thorns protruding from the green plants. They were never meant to kill you, just harm you enough when you tried to fight them.

The position alone did not help. A position you had once found excitement now only brought fear. That fear was not for you, though.

It was for Agatha.

It was the fear that you would once again fail to help her. The fear that Rio would harm her until Agatha gave in... the fear that you would be a spectator to this sadistic show of power between the two former lovers.

As if your desperation and need for help had been manifested by the universe, you felt a tingling sensation of magic approaching; for a moment, you wondered if the newcomer was an ally or a foe

You looked up, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of Billy in full costume, crown, and power; flying towards you.

All questions about how he got control over them or how he found you got thrown out of the window, hope flattering within your chest; a proof that you could somehow still win this.

"Billy!" You called him out, a tired smile forming.

"Y/N," he exclaimed as he stopped levitating, noticing you trapped by the vines.

Before he could question why you were trapped and not fighting, you interrupted him.

"Help, Agatha!" You shouted at him above the winds. He tried to argue, hesitating, but once again, you did not leave him. "I will be fine! Help her!"

With hesitation, he nodded and flew towards Agatha; readying his powers to blast Rio away from the magicless witch.

The fact that he was now present was a good thing, but it did little to ease worry growing inside of you. No matter how powerful he truly was, he was still a child; untrained.

And Rio... she was an undefeated force, one that could never truly die.

You wanted to help, and so you tried to fight the vines holding you hostage once again. The thorns dug deep into your skin, drawing blood, and yet you used that pain to fuel your attempts.

Defeat was slowly crawling in, and you were so close to giving up, feeling helpless. As you did that you barely noticed, the eclipse was over, and slowly, the first rate of moonlight had started to appear.

'Please,' you begged into your mind. 'Please help me save them'.

You continued mentally praying, hoping whatever ethereal power was out there would feel pity for you.

In that moment of helplessness, you could help but think back to all those years... to en era when you never felt that way.

The first time was back in Salem. You were a child no older than six years old, and yet your powers could surpass the powers of most witches. When you were a child , you never fet helpless, and you always took pride in what you could do.

Then they started criticising you, warning you that you were out of control. They started putting fear in your mind, telling you that without some self awareness, you would harm someone.

And when you actually did harm someone, when you actually started to hold back; you started to forget just how powerful truly were.

Only one person, back then, had tried to change that... Agatha.

You were both teenagers, sitting under a weeping willow. Side by side, you rested your head on her shoulder; fingers interlocked.

In your free hand, you held a flower you had plucked on your way to meet her, and you spun it around between your thumb and index finger.

That day was her birthday, and you had chosen to meet, only for you to confess to Agatha how you felt lately; that growing fear that you would truly harm someone with your powers.

Evanora's pressure on you, to harm and end Agatha,had definitely not helped ease your worries or feel better bout yourself... and your powers.

"You shouldn't listen to them,"she commented as her thumb caressed your skin."You shouldn't hold back for anyone."

"And what if i harm someone?" You looked at her. "What if I harm you?"

Agatha pecked your nose. The now 18 year old always chose to peck you there when younger and you were nervous. Even though, now, you were almost 16, she bever stopped.

"I trust you. I know you never would, no matter how powerful you become."

How many times did Agatha support you? Did she keep telling you to stop holding back? To stop being afraid?

How many times did Rio hold a similar stance?

"You shouldn't be afraid of your powers," she had commented one day after sering you hesitating casting a spel.

"I am not afraid, I am self-aware. There is a difference," you had argued, even though you did not believe it yourself.

"Right, and I don't show up where corpses are." She sat behind you, her longer legs trapping you within them as they spread on each side of you. "You are different than the rest, so why deny yourself that?" Her hands were placed above yours, magic subconsciously reacting; causing an exciting sense of thrill and faint pain. "Why hold back?"

A new memory flashed into your minds, the voice of a woman you did not expect to bring up in such a dire situation.

"Stop holding back. Face your fear."

Lilia had told you those words just before she left you go into the iron maiden. She could have told you anything else, knowing you would never mert again and yet... she chose those words because she knew something more, she had seen it.

The sound of fighting was faintly reaching your ears, reminding you that while you were laying there; contemplating about your life... Agatha and Billy were fighting for theirs.

You should have been there, helping them. You should be by Agatha's side as you promised, do something different compared to all those times you didn't.

And then it hit you.

This was a trial, and it was your trial.

All those times you have chosen to step back, to hold back your power... you potential , your love for Agatha.

There was only one way to end this, to truly honour your promise and be by her side...

And so you took a deep breath, concentrating as you felt the weak rays of moonlight upon your skin. You concentrate harder than ever, digging deep into your magic core. You tried to remember the power you always had, but you were always afraid of it.

Eyes close tightly during your attempt, a tear escaping and rolling on your cheek as you went deeper... and deeper.

The right hand, the very same one branded with the moonmark, wrapped around the vine holding it trapped and with one last effort you've started to summon on your magic in your hand; using it to burn the very same vine holding you hostage.

As you felt your power spreading across your body, burning your restraints... you didn't celebrate in triumph or clapped in joy.

Instead, you fought harder and harder to release it, barely registering the white light engulfing your body, giving you a boost you had never felt before as you finally.

Stopped. Holding. Back.

Chapter 45

[princesskenny1998]

One Piece | Monkey D. Luffy x strawhat!reader ~ Attraction, PT.1

It was a lazy afternoon aboard the Thousand Sunny. The sun shone brightly through the windows of the galley, casting a golden glow on everything. The crew had just finished a hearty lunch, and now, most of them were lounging about, relaxing in various parts of the ship. Some of the crew were enjoying a game of cards, while others were reading or chatting among themselves.

You, however, found yourself sitting with Nami and Robin at the dining table, nursing a half-finished drink and enjoying the casual conversation that was unfolding.

"Okay, but seriously," Nami began, her arms crossed as she leaned back in her chair, "who do you think is the most attractive guy you've ever met?"

You raised an eyebrow, sensing this was one of those light-hearted moments where the crew could share opinions about things that were a little more personal than usual. "You're really asking that kind of question now?" you asked, teasing Nami with a grin.

"Come on, don’t act like you haven't thought about it," Nami responded with a wink. "Me and Robin are always talking about good-looking men. This time, it’s your turn. Who is your pick?"

Robin, sitting beside you, simply smiled faintly, her hands folded elegantly in her lap. "I’m curious too," she added in her soft, almost amused tone.

You chuckled, leaning back in your chair as you thought about it. Of course, the world was filled with handsome men, but picking the most attractive one? Now that was a tough challenge.

"Alright, fine," you sighed, acting like it was a serious decision, though in reality, you already had a clear answer. "Well, there’s always Eustass Kid. He's got that bad-boy vibe, and I’ll admit, I don’t mind a little arrogance now and then."

Nami rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Kid? Please. He’s all muscle and no charm. He barely smiles."

You shrugged, a grin playing on your lips. "Fair enough, but still... Then there’s Sabo. He’s got that cool, collected demeanor, and let’s not forget—he's got a heart of gold. But, if we’re being honest, he’s a little too serious for my taste."

Robin gave a small chuckle, clearly enjoying the conversation. "It’s true," she added, "Sabo does carry a sense of duty with him that can be a little intimidating."

You nodded thoughtfully. "And there’s Shanks. I mean, come on. The guy's a walking legend, right? He’s got the charisma, the leadership qualities, the swagger—he’s got everything. But…"

"But?" Nami prompted, leaning forward slightly. "There’s a ‘but’?"

"Yeah," you said, looking both of them in the eye. "I think the most attractive man, the one who truly takes the crown, is someone who’s right here. Someone who might not get enough credit for it."

Nami and Robin exchanged curious glances, clearly intrigued now.

"Who?" Nami asked, her tone a little sarcastic but also expectant.

You smiled, feeling your heart beat just a little faster as you said it: "Luffy."

Nami blinked, staring at you as if you'd said something utterly nonsensical. "Luffy?" she echoed, her voice rising with disbelief. "The same Luffy who’s constantly making a mess of everything, who never seems to know when to stop eating, and who always acts like a five-year-old? That Luffy?"

You could feel the heat rising to your face, but you didn’t back down. "Yes, Luffy! Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean," you said, leaning forward as if to emphasize your point. "Luffy is ridiculously good-looking, and I swear, he knows it. He’s got that effortless charm, that thing that draws people in without even trying. It’s like… he can be so carefree and innocent, but also—when he wants to—he can turn it on and be incredibly... attractive."

Robin raised an eyebrow and let out a small, almost amused chuckle. "I think I understand what you mean, but… are you sure it’s not just the admiration you have for him as the captain?"

You shook your head, the excitement in your voice growing. "No, no! It’s not just that. Sure, he’s a great captain, but there’s something about his presence that’s just magnetic. He has this way of walking into a room and instantly making everyone feel at ease, like everything is going to be fine just because he's there. And he has this kind of… subtle confidence, you know? Like, he’s completely aware of how good he looks, but he doesn’t flaunt it."

Nami gave you a skeptical look. "You’re seriously telling me you think Luffy’s good-looking?"

"Yes!" you said, almost a little too loudly. "I swear, it’s like he has this unspoken confidence about him. He doesn’t need to try to be attractive, it just comes naturally to him. And it’s not even just his looks—it's how he carries himself. There’s something about the way he’s so carefree, but then, in the blink of an eye, he can switch to being completely serious and commanding. He can be both a childish goof and a damn sexy man at the same time!"

Robin was quietly laughing now, but Nami seemed a little more skeptical, raising an eyebrow at your enthusiasm. "I still don’t get it. I mean, Luffy’s got somewhat of a nice body, sure, but… his personality doesn't exactly scream ‘heartthrob’."

You couldn't help but grin. "Oh, Nami, you just don’t get it. He doesn’t try to be anything. That's the thing! He's so real, so honest, so Luffy. And that’s what makes him so damn attractive."

You took a deep breath, your voice lowering a little, the words coming more naturally as you gushed. "Look, I know this is going to sound crazy, but sometimes when Luffy smiles at me, I swear my heart skips a beat. He doesn’t have to say anything—just his smile, his eyes—there’s this warmth in them that makes him look like the most amazing person alive."

Robin’s smile widened, clearly entertained by your fervor, while Nami just shook her head, clearly not convinced.

"I’m telling you," you said with absolute confidence, "Luffy is the hottest guy I've ever seen. Hands down. He’s the one who—"

Just then, you felt a familiar presence looming behind you. A shadow fell over your face as you froze, a sudden awareness of a certain someone’s proximity hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Luffy’s voice came from just behind your ear, smooth and teasing. "You really think I’m hot?"

You froze, your eyes wide as you immediately realized what was happening. Luffy was standing right behind you, his smirk somehow managing to be both casual and devilishly self-assured. He leaned forward slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he repeated the question, his voice dripping with playful confidence.

"You really think I’m hot?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your face turn crimson. You immediately clammed up, caught completely off guard. For a moment, you couldn’t find the words. How in the world were you supposed to respond to that? The guy you’d just been gushing about was now right behind you, acting like he hadn’t heard a thing.

"I—I… uh… Luffy!" you stammered, turning around in your chair to face him. "Wha—What are you doing here?"

Luffy grinned even wider, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Just heard you talking about me," he said with a playful wink. "I thought I’d come see what all the fuss was about."

Nami was biting her lip, clearly trying not to laugh, while Robin’s amused chuckle only made you feel even more embarrassed. You could feel the heat of your blush spreading down to your neck, your words failing you as you struggled to come up with something to say. You had no idea how to handle this situation.

"I didn’t mean—" you began, but Luffy just leaned even closer, his face dangerously close to yours, his smile never faltering.

"Are you sure you want to take it back?" he teased, his tone low and confident, and for the first time, you could see the layers of his playfulness mixed with something undeniably... alluring.

You were so caught up in his gaze, in his teasing smirk, that for a brief second, everything else faded away. Luffy was everything you had just described—confident, handsome, playful, and yet, there was something undeniably charming about how unintentional it all seemed. He didn’t need to try to be anything, and that was what made him irresistible.

You gulped, finally managing to squeak out, "I—uh—I think you’re really hot, Luffy. Just… just like I said!"

Luffy raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying every moment of your embarrassment. He finally pulled back with a laugh, the playful tension breaking. "Well, thank you. You're hot, too," he said, grinning broadly.

Nami burst out laughing, unable to contain herself any longer, and even Robin was suppressing a giggle. You, on the other hand, were absolutely mortified, your face as red as a tomato.

Luffy turned around, strolling off with his usual carefree gait, leaving you to try and regain your composure.

"You’re hopeless," Nami teased, still laughing as you slumped back in your chair, face burning.

"I swear," you muttered, half laughing at yourself, half still trying to recover from the embarrassment, "I’m never living this down."

But deep down, as your heart settled back into its normal rhythm, you couldn’t help but smile. Because, yes, Luffy was hot. And somehow, you had just confirmed it to his face.

[deerspherestudios]

🔍 QNA MASTERLIST (PT.1) 🔎

This masterlist covers Mychael's abilities, romantic/yandere traits and his opinion on kids.

📍 For part 2, it's [HERE] for anatomy. 📍 For part 3, it's [HERE] for reactions to different MCS. 📍 For part 4, it's [HERE] for general lore and MR!Mychael.

What are Mychael's abilities❔

Everyone's familiar with his hypnosis from the game, but here's tidbits about what he can and can't do.

He can purr.

He can hunt.

He's knowledgeable about DIY and crafting.

He can read.

He has his own language. + In-game snippets of it explained.

He can swim.

He knows about the mushrooms. Yeah, those mushrooms.

He can't dance.

He's self-taught with most of his skills.

He's likely to use hypnosis the moment he senses hostility.

He can still use his hypnosis without direct eye contact.

His power only affects chosen targets.

His ability is boosted by eyes locking, however a blind person can still be influenced.

He doesn't know sign language.

He can't kill someone with his hypnosis, but he can warp perception/senses very effectively.

His powers also work on animals.

He's clueless about technology.

He's baked cookies before (choc chip is his favorite).

He's pretty flexible.

He's clueless about human psychology and neurodivergency.

He's clueless about human reproduction + biology in general.

He's not academically smart.

He can't navigate by stars and boats. He's familiar with his forest, however.

He has fast reflexes and high stamina.

He can last in a fistfight, not from skill but perseverance.

He can't sing professionally but hums and sings softly.

He's sensitive to his surroundings.

What happens to creatures under his influence when he dies?

His influence can't 'spread', he has to target deliberately.

What if he DOESN'T have his hypnosis?

Mychael's romantic/yandere traits...❔

Does he get jealous?

Does he get clingy? + dev rambles under cut.

Does he have a gender preference?

Does he get violent?

What's his 'ideal' type?

What would he like to see MC wearing?

Did he mean to send us home in Day 2?

He would have gifted you a forget-me-not flower crown in Day 2.

He only uses 'firefly' on MC.

He'd be happy just to be around you (for now).

He was always intended to be playful, just shy in Day 1.

He refrains from violence, but he might use physical force.

What would be the best gift for him?

He doesn't lust after MC (he's asexual).

He will get worse (as of Day 2 release).

He prefers being called by his full name and loves platonic/romantic terms of endearment.

As of Day 2, he's still clueless about romance.

He can't/doesn't flirt. If it sounds like he is, it's on accident.

He'd adapt his love language to what you like.

His way of comforting + ways he is comforted.

He'd be happy to identify as asexual.

How does Mychael feel about kids❔

It's already been stated in-game he's not much for family, but here are asks involving kids/family.

Does he want kids?

If Mychael found a child instead of MC?

Is it okay to draw him as a parent?

Can Mychael have kids? Would he adopt?

Familial adoption (as a brother)?

How good is he with kids?

Lastly, can I eat Mychael❔

NO.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hi yes hello help me I have a new fic idea for this picture

And it's giving me brainrot because I have too many wips and yet... I must write this ficlet. It's very soft. Friends to lovers.

Lexa owns a little holistic shop that always smells like incense and fresh herby plants. Fresh sprigs of flowers and dangley charms everywhere. Not quite "nature child/granola sister" vibes because it has too many sleek and modern details to it, but still very earthy and calming. Clean and fresh. It's tucked away in a sleepy little town along the coast that's just a short walk to a pier, so the fresh scent of the ocean's spray always mingles with all the perfumes of her shop.

Clarke moves there following the death of her father. Not running from anything, but more just trying to find herself in her new found peace. She's faced her own mortality and come out the other end understanding who she wants to be vs who she thought she should be. Exchanging her med school white coat for cable knit sweaters. Sneakers for deck shoes. Reading glasses for wayfarers.

Chaos for calm.

Which of course leads her right into Lexa's shop a few weeks into getting settled, deciding a new skin routine may be in order as well. Maybe a new lotion and a few handdipped candles to line her fancy new bath tub too, if the hand painted sign outside the shop is to be trusted.

Of course all chances at being the chill, solitary new girl in town who lives quietly and keeps to herself kind of fly right out the window when she hears the little ding of the bell overhead and looks up to see brilliant, soft green eyes already crinkled at the edges in a welcoming smile. Seeing all that sun kissed brown hair pulled back in a delicate crown of braids, the waterfall length of untamed curls falling over strong but slender shouders. Hearing that lyrical voice that's not at all chipper like she'd expect from someone peddling holistic wares. Instead it's soft and vibrant, more like too-warm honey that's been left out in the afternoon sun. Feminine but sure of itself as she merely bids a simple, "Hello, can I help you find anything in particular?"

All that chill is also nowhere to be seen when this freaking angel made of droplets of sunshine and chamomile takes it upon herself to squeeze a dollop of the lotion she'd been eyeing into Clarke's palm and start massaging it in with hands that are so fucking soft Clarke forgets how to breathe. Her intense eye contact as she gently explains the ingredients and why they're so good doesn't help either. Not that Clarke could be PAID to recite any of it, not having taken in a single damn syllable.

She could easily tell you the exact slope of the woman's eyelashes though. Could probably draw the freckle on her upper lip from memory too.

Of course Clarke would leave 2 bags and the shopowner's business card heavier, $70 lighter, and with absolutely no qualms about trading in at least part of her medical knowledge for giving this holistic stuff a try.

And that's it! That's all! Just a pretty girl who is maybe slightly nuts but beautiful and sweet who runs a little holistic beauty shop.

Nothing life altering or anything for Clarke, obviously.

Clarke being new and so in her head about everything and all the changes? It's just A Lot already on her plate. She doesn't have the space for anything else.

But... then there's just Lexa. So unassuming and mild and calming in her presence. Undemanding of Clarke's attention despite always seeming to have it. That slow fall into each other over too prolonged eye contact and friendly waves as Lexa glances at her through the arching windows of her shop, Clarke seeing those plump lips tug up into a grin that mouths an amused but unheard "Hi" as Clarke walks past for the third time that day.

Total coincidence.

But the friendship blooms just like the little plants and sprigs around Lexa's shop. Taking shape and growing as the season changes.

Passing glances and friendly waves turning to chance meetings and slipping away to sit on the bench at the end of the pier, splitting batches of seasoned fries and garlic aioli that Clarke has no idea where Lexa manages to put considering all her halter tops and sundresses that, whew, just leave not much to the imagination.

Walking through a local garden/woodsy path and talking aimlessly for hours as she watches Lexa collect little wildflowers and clovers along the way, stowing them in a satchel she keeps in her long flowy pants, only to drop by the shop the next afternoon and find that the tiny wood nymph-turned shopkeeper has braided her treasures from their outing into her hair that day.

Walks along the rocky beachside and lunches sat huddled together in the park. Lexa sharing how she got into her business and Clarke relaying her past in the medical world just to falter, only to breathe a sigh of relief at Lexa's lazy grin, "Don't worry, Dr. Griffin. I still believe in the power of penicillin."

Lexa showing Clarke where she makes her wares while standing far too close than what's necessary as she lets Clarke peruse everything. Always catching Clarke's gaze in her excitement at Lexa's creations, holding them with that soul-quieting smile of hers.

Clarke noticing how Lexa's scent changes slightly with the seasons because of course Lexa only works with fresh product. Noting how as the months get colder, she goes from airy, delicate lilac scents to heavier sage and sandlewood notes. Fresh pine, peppermint, and holly. Noticing how cute little painted toes trade in their freer sandles for more sensible uggs and the occasional snow boot, seeing how dresses and spaghetti straps get exchanged for cardigans and knitted sweaters big enough to juuust effortlessly slip off her shoulder...

(Still no bra)

(Not that she's... keeping track...)

Lexa is just so unexpected and so... not at all anything Clarke would've ever thought she'd be attracted to. Beyond just her stunning face that is, obviously. It's her personality. She's not someone Clarke can easily "put in a box". She's not quite a hippie, she's not exactly new agey, she's certainly not weak, but she's not overbearing. She's maybe a liiiittle bit nuts, but also so fuckin smart and not cocky about it at all. But absolutely is cocky about the silliest things, like being good at Scrabble and knowing how to fold a fitted sheet. (Again, liiiittle bit nuts.) She's kind, but not a pushover. Soft in ways Clarke can't even begin to fathom or calm her heart over, but so deceptively strong, both in body and spirit.

And she's quiet. Quiet and reserved in her perfectly Lexa way. Yet, when she does open up, there's so much there. So many layers to her, and every time Clarke thinks she's gotten to the bottom of the question mark that is "Lexa", there's a whole new labyrinth to uncover.

The connection between them expands and blooms and becomes something entirely its own. And it kind of just gradually dawns on her that Clarke has somehow managed to find her best friend in the entire world... and has promptly fallen in love with her.

Now.

If I wrote this obviously very short ficlet (😤), would anyone read it?

[yanderelionwrites]

I'll Stay Here - Yandere!Leona x Reader

Content Warning: (soft) yandere, implied kidnapping/captivity, I fear the Stockholm Syndrome has ARRIVED

Word Count: 607

(Again, kind of a part 3 to this, but can be read on its own)

You really need to stop forgetting your things in Leona’s room. Luckily, he doesn’t mind you coming and going, but it’s still a pain to have to walk all through the palace to get there.

You’ve been keeping him company as of late, just sitting in his room while he naps or plays chess, meaning you like to bring your own stuff over to entertain yourself. Today, you left behind a book you were reading earlier, so you thought you would pop by really quick and take it back. Even though it was late in the evening, Leona would most likely be taking a nap right now, so he wouldn’t even bother with trying to engage with you.

Poking your head into his room, you confirm that he’s asleep before tip-toeing over to the table you left your book at. You grab it and turn to sneak back out, but you stop yourself when you glance at Leona’s face.

His expression appears so…soft. Free of the stresses his family, the servants, or even you sometimes cause him. He looks the most at peace he’s ever been…

It makes your heart swell, which is very alarming because you’re supposed to hate this man. And yet, despite it all, you still find yourself drawing nearer to him. Just to get a better look.

Leona sleeps soundlessly on his stomach, with his arms hugging the pillow his head is buried in. You can’t help but smile at the way his ear twitches; he looks like a napping kitty. It’s such a stark contrast to how he acts when he’s awake.

This is so frustrating… One minute you feel like you wish you never met Leona, and other times, you’re thinking it’s not so bad staying here with him. You have everything you need, and anything you want (other than freedom) can be given to you when asked. And Leona himself isn’t awful to be with… He makes sure you’re taken care of and remains respectful around you.

But do you love him enough to want to stay?

…You don’t want to admit you don’t hate him anymore.

Inching ever so closer to his sleeping body, you tentatively reach out to brush a strand of hair out of his face.

You shouldn’t…

Hesitantly, you lean down so that your face is hovering right over the crown of Leona’s head. You place the quickest and gentlest kiss on top of his hair, before immediately withdrawing from him. Trying to leave like you were never there, you turn towards the exit, but jump when a hand grabs your wrist.

A small yelp escapes your lips as you’re pulled backward onto Leona’s bed. Arms wrap around your waist, not too tight but firm enough to let you know that you won’t be leaving anytime soon.

“L-Leona?!” is all you can stutter out, hands uselessly pushing at his arms.

“Just stay here…please,” he utters into your ear, voice husky and surprisingly pleading.

“...Only for a few minutes,” you relent, letting him pull you against his chest.

A few minutes is all Leona needs. He’ll take what he can get.

He feels you relax next to him, and he couldn’t be more content. This was only a small step towards the future he envisions for you both, but it was still important progress. Leona bets you don’t even know how much he’s been holding back, how much of his feelings he’s repressed to make sure you’re comfortable here first. But with this small gesture, you’ve opened the doors to so much more.

You’ve walked into the lion’s enclosure, and there’s no getting out of it now.

~~~

Probably the last part to this little series. I've been cooking up something Savanaclaw related though, so stay tuned for that 👀

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

[emyn-arnens]

Thranduil hardly notices it at first: a stiffening in his fingers, an oaken tone to his voice, a tangling of his hair into something resembling leaves stirred by wind. He has always felt the blood of the forest pulse within his veins, sensing the moment the Necromancer settled in the shadows upon Amon Lanc, and he tells himself that this is no different.

But he cannot deny that Celeborn looks upon him differently, regarding him with an expression that strays somewhere between pity and fear. There is a new tone in his voice when he speaks to Thranduil, not as one lord to another, as they have for all the years they have dwelt together beneath Eryn Lasgalen’s green roof, but as a subject to his king.

More dangerous and less wise, the Noldor once called his folk, Thranduil recalls, drawing the words out of the dim recesses of his memory, where his memories tangle with the deep roots of the forest. He had laughed, once, and flicked his fingers. Let them say so, who have spilled so much blood over jewels. Less trouble shall we have if they fear us!

Perhaps, he considers now, regarding the knobbed lines of his fingers, their words were true.

I will leave soon, Celeborn tells him on a night of autumn, when the winds run keening through the branches and shake the leaves from the trees. I have tarried too long. He does not ask if Thranduil will leave with him. 

Thranduil nods his assent, and Celeborn averts his gaze from the crown of living branches that grows upon Thranduil’s head.

He leaves with the dying autumn. 

Thranduil strays deeper into the forest. As winter gnaws root and sap, he changes ever more and walks rootless amongst the decaying leaves, nameless, sorrowless, forgetting.

↳ tolkientober day 26: forests | AO3

[justarandomlambblog]

I was possessed by a thought

Modern-ish au but in a "thousands of years post-canon universe"

In which Lamb did not spare Narinder and when they saved the Bishops from Purgatory, actually put them to rest (aka sent them to the After) and oops, the Bishops + Narinder accidentally reincarnated while the Lamb wasn't watching

(Part 2 here)

In this life, the Bishops are still siblings and all were born with magic; Narinder became a priest, and though the other Bishops were raised in the temple alongside him they chose to pursue careers outside of the priesthood. Heket runs a restaurant (of course), Kallamar makes jewelry and sells crystals (he has healing magic so his crystals are literal healing crystals :) ), Leshy is a gardener and Shamura runs a bookshop (I'm sure you're noticing a theme here- their past lives are affecting their new ones). Their past lives' injuries have actually carried over, only instead of being injuries they're disabilities they were born with; Shamura their memory issues, Kallamar is deaf, Heket is mute, Leshy is blind, and Narinder has chronic pain (he WAS in chains for a thousand years, his muscles were ATROPHIED and his joints destROYED, and you cannot convince me otherwise). Not shown here; Narinder also uses a cane and on his really bad days a wheelchair.

Heket: Get a whole pumpkin Narinder, who can't lift more than 20 pounds:

Why do Narinder (and the Bishops) look the same and have the same name? Well. The world may have forgotten them, but the universe hasn't.

Aym and Baal are immortals from their time in the After in this world, and though at first they were resistant to helping the Lamb, eventually they saw they needed Help™ and had no idea what they were doing, and having been witness and aid to Narinder's job for centuries they knew how to help. Over the millennia they fell into the old familiar role of being the guardians of Death (Forneus is also an immortal so don't worry they're not separated again) and are in a constant state of Done With Lamb's Shit (/affectionate).

... I actually really love how Lamb turned out here. It was fun drawing them Older. And quite a flip with making them look older than Narinder. The society that's been built up is still religious but no one recognizes Lamb because they've changed so much over the last two thousand years, and the fact they're a sheep doesn't raise any red flags as sheep have migrated to the Lands from other continents. They're rare but not unheard of.

The Crown fits in by disguising as various types of pets, though no matter its form it always has one eye. This time it's a bird, and it recognized Narinder from a mile away :) The mind forgets but the soul remembers....

[dannybobany]

AHHHH THE GUY !!! I love that I’m the number one Basil fan to you HEHEHE I AM His biggest fan, if Basil has one defender it’s me and if he has none I am dead!!

Anyway! I really like how this is coming out!! The way you color is sooo pretty to me, one thing I really like specifically is Omori’s expressions and how they remain sorta blank and stern while still changing slightly to express when he’s interested or shocked, there’s exactly one centimeter of eyebrow change but it’s the exact right amount ! I think you’re really good with expressions honestly

He got hit with the fluffy hair syndrome 💔💔 how tragic…

[joffyworld]

Control (Over All)

The rip and tear of the flesh,

Ah yes!

I confess, it's the best;

The wet mess of the hess, and the tearing of the flesh!

I digress, I divest in thee my last breath,

Till at last I am dead, once again,

By your hand, nonetheless.

Hear the howls from the jowls,

Of those who rival me right now;

Their affections are but fickle things,

So of course oh how I love the sound,

When their sinew is made piano strings,

That bids these fools kowtow; to their so beloved masters,

The Lamb and their reaper of the holy crown.

But do you ever feel?

A chance at something real?

Behind the bones and mortal moans, there may yet be chance to heal?

Do you ever hold the knife so close,

That it whispers in your ear?

Perhaps there was once another way,

That you forgot to steal.

Were we always monsters? What parts of us do feel?

Does the murder and the gluttony,

Distract us from what's real?

When I tear their hearts apart, which of us does truly keel?

I wish I had the answer lover,

But your love does draw me near;

To insanity, the tragedy!

The ever painful spiral!

It's delight I greatly take from you,

Please keep me as your idol!

I beg of you! Please listen sharp! My heart can barely take it!

My life is yours, my future given freely,

I forsake it!

Hit me once and bite me twice,

Beat me black and blue all night,

Plunge the knife and twist it thrice, don't forget to gouge the eyes.

These pains are simply but the price,

Of godhood, paid in paradise.

My body, mind, my heart and soul,

I feel as though I've lost control.

So take the wheel and lead me slow,

One last question I pray not know:

Is this love?

Or are we scared to lose control?

(Entirely based on @teruuu's Compulsion of Flesh au, check it out if you haven't!)

((it's very gory be warned, like really gory lots of gore))