#I hope this was ok

[miradelletarot]

B/c I'm still in the mood for it... Gale/Tav (or Gale/Caleb!), the laziest, quietest day at home, whatever home looks like for them.

Ohhh, I've been thinking of this a lot lately. I hope it's ok that I set this as Gale x Reader so it could be anyone! Tav, Caleb (bc I imagine him curling up like a cat in this tbh,) or literally anyone else who sees themselves in this moment.

The scene is this:

It's a cool day in Waterdeep, the doors to the terrace are open, welcoming in the sounds of the rolling waves against the shore, the sails unfurling from merchant ships heading out to sea, and the faint smell of ozone mixed with the salty air that sends the promise of a gentle rain.

Gale tosses a couple of logs on the fire, and fluffs up the blanket for you both to cuddle in on the couch.

You emerge with a hot beverage in hand for each of you, and he accepts his with a kiss. "Gods, this is divine," he muses as he takes a careful sip. "Thank you, my love."

He ushers you to the settee where you curl up immediately, appreciating not only the warmth of the fire, but that of the blanket Gale just fanned out over you. Once he joins you, you flit one side of the blanket across his lap, and snuggle yourself into him as he drapes an arm across your body, his free hand reaching for the book he's been reading to you every night.

The crackle of the nearby fire is the perfect accompaniment to Gale's warm tones as he recites every word. It's enough to lull you to sleep despite how eager you are to hear what he's reading. There's something magical about the way he speaks that makes you melt, makes you feel content, and at peace.

While he uses a mage hand to help hold the book and turn the pages, his other hand is spent tracing slow, idle patterns across your skin.

You finally relent as your lids become heavy and you stir, nuzzling yourself into Gale's body as he leans over to kiss the top of your head.

And you smile as the soft pitter patter of rain adds yet another lovely sound to this sweetest of symphonies as sleep finally takes you in the safety of your lovers' arms.

[ltwilliammowett]

Can you do a short term list for us in a funny way?

Welcome my dear newcomers aboard HMS Surprise. You have been exclusively selected ( or gently beaten up and dragged here) to join us on our South America tour. I promise you excitement, sleepless nights, beautiful scenery, storms, sunburn, no water and a bloody French…. oops I mean great adventure. To help you find your way around on board, here's a short list of important terms.

Landlubber - you, if you need this list - speak a non-sailor who simply has no idea about being a sailor.

Ship - your new workplace - this wooden lady is now your everything and treat her well, she is your life insurance to get you home safely. But be careful, she is very headstrong and if you want to tell me now that she is just an object, you thought wrong. She is very much a living individual and she will make you feel that.

The rigging - that sort of spider's nest above you - is there to operate the sails. Look forward to getting to know the ropes very well.

Sails - those cloth rags hanging from the thick wooden poles. They are used for locomotion and are not blankets.

Wheel - this strange wooden wheel with spikes on it - no, it is not an instrument of torture, but is used for steering.

Anchor - heavy, made of iron and keeps our lady in place.

Compass - this strange thing that lives in a box and is constantly moving back and forth. To cut a long story short: You know which way is north and you can keep your course. You'll soon know it by heart.

Captain - Boss

1st Lieutenant - Second boss and the one who can really fuck you up if he wants to. Get in good line and please don't suck up to him. But he is the one who puts you in everything, be it ward, mess, hammock, etc.

2.nd. Lieutenant - me and I too can make you uncomfortable.

Master - knows where the sails hang and what course to set. Takes just a little more work off the boss.

Purser - is responsible for your food rations, but will also try to get you to buy something from him to make life on board a little easier. Don't do this, he's quite expensive.

Sailor - Your new colleagues, and depending on their years of service, they will know how to handle that wooden lady, how to set the sails and so on. You'll learn it too.

Old Salt - an experienced old sailor, stick with him if you want to learn and he is willing to share his knowledge.

Surgeon - the name says it all. We have a good one on board, be lucky. And if you're lucky, you'll come home with all your body parts.

Midshipmen - mini officers who still need to learn. They can be quite demanding and annoying, especially when many of them are still very young. But don't be surprised if a 12-year-old gives you orders, he's allowed to.

Mess - the place where you eat

Cannon - heavy, iron, dirty, hot and with a loud bang. Used to stop the enemy or inflict serious damage. Keep your limbs to yourself and only follow the instructions of those who know what to do with them. Otherwise you will only injure yourself unnecessarily.

Cannonball - heavy, made of stone or iron. Come into the cannon and please do not trip over it.

Admiral - comes along sometimes. Is the boss of the boss

Hammock - your bed, but don't get too comfortable in it because you won't get much sleep anyway.

Rum - elixir of life, next to coffee

Powder monkeys - yes, they are children, but they know what to do and you can learn something from them too.

Boatswain - also called Bosun, he whistles the orders and drives you to work. He is also your wake-up call.

Marine - our sea soldiers, there aren't very many of them, but the few that there are are fine. They are there for the safety on board.

Cutlasses, muskets, grenades, axes, etc. - makes autsch, hopefully not with you. You will learn to handle them.

Cook - as the name suggests, and yes, having only one leg is normal.

Quarterdeck - not your dance area, that's the officers' area, you're only allowed there if your duty requires it.

Wardroom - also not your area. This is where we officers live and have some privacy.

Great Cabin - living and working area of the captain (you remember? - boss).

Gun deck - remember those big black things that bang loudly? they live here.

Berth deck - this is where you live, sleep and eat. Don't worry, it doesn't get cold there, you share the space with about 170 men.

Well, there is more, but I think that should be enough to start with. The rest will come naturally later. Don't stress about it and I think you will enjoy next year by the sea so much that you will want to come back.

[steveshairychest]

Hiii First off I love your writingg so much and have been following them for a while now freaking love them so muchhhajdjw

And secondd pleasee write something where Steve has gotten a tongue piercing and Eddie is so flustered but obsessed with itt when he finds out Pleaseee I read a post by someone (Sorry I forgot their name) but seriously can't get it out of my minddd

Hii !! Thank you so much !! I'm squeezing you into a hug, you're so sweet! And of course I can write about Steve with a tongue piercing.

It was an impulsive decision made while out of town with Robin. They'd gone away for the weekend for a 'girls trip', as Robin called it. Eddie had tried to sneak into the back-seat after Steve kissed him goodbye, but Robin had dragged him out by his feet and dumped him on the sidewalk and told him to stay like a dog. So, it was just the two of them.

They'd been wandering around the streets, arms linked as they gossiped and window shopped, when Robin abruptly stopped in front of a dark windowed shop. "Let's get piercings." She said excitedly and started pulling Steve towards the red painted door.

"No way. I saw Eddie get his lip pierced and nearly passed out!" Eddie had gotten snake bites 6 months ago and he'd begged Steve to come along because, 'I need my big strong boyfriend to hold my hand.' Steve had fought monsters and ripped a demobat apart with his teeth with no drama, but the sight of his boyfriend with a needle through his lip had made him so queasy he had to go outside.

There was no way he was going to let someone stab him with a needle.

... he let's someone stab him with a needle.

It was the most surreal moment of his life. One minute he's begrudgingly agreeing to get an ear piercing and the next a girl with full tattoo sleeves was holding his tongue in a clamp and telling him to be a good boy and just breathe as she pierced his tongue. He barely even flinched because he couldn't even remember how he got to that point.

The both of them paid and walked out in a daze with fresh new piercings. Steve's tongue ached and Robin could barely smile because she got a smiley piercing, but they were excited. They've never been this impulsive before and it felt good.

They decide to get matching tattoos as well; a small heart behind their ears. Robin swore the reason they got a discount is because of Steve's booty shorts and not because the artist was doing 5% off on small flash art.

When Steve finally got home after dropping Robin off, his tongue was slightly swollen and achey, and Eddie was extremely offended when Steve pushed him away after gently kissing his lips. "What kind of welcome home kiss was that?" Eddie pouted while helping Steve carry his bag inside.

"Sorry, my tongue hurts and I've got a headache- "

"Your tongue hurts?! Why?" Eddie's up in his face instantly. A look of worry crossed his features as he held Steve's face, his thumbs brushed over his cheeks gently. "What happened? Show me. Did you burn your tongue on your coffee again? I've told you - Oh. Oh."

All the worry disappeared from Eddie's face and was replaced with surprise as Steve opened his mouth and stuck out his freshly pierced tongue. "Steve, baby, that is so hot." Steve could feel the way Eddie stopped himself from surging forward to feel the piercing against his own tongue, could see it in the way he bit his pierced bottom lip and groaned. "You're going to be the death of me."

Steve closed his mouth and smiled, hiding the piercing from Eddie's eager eyes. "So, you like it?"

Eddie groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Do I like it? Stevie, i love it."

"I can't give you head for 3 weeks while it heals."

"Never mind. I hate it. Take it out."

[shippimagines]

splits x fem reader if that's ok?? it can be scenarios

yea ofc!! i dunno what type of scenarios u wanted so i did sum first date scenario stuff

It's your first date with Split! You two had decided on a picnic since it had seemed nice

You get on the elevator and go find her at Bugbo's level. She's still setting everything up & you decide to help. She appreciates it

The two of you talk for a bit before eating. She made sandwiches and brought juice. You brought muffins. It's simple, but it's nice

While eating, you don't mean to, but you start staring at her

She notices and you immediately look away, flustered. She laughs- but with no ounce of ill intent, making a joke about it and calling you cute.

You end up laughing as well, and continue to talk

After a while, she crawls over to your side of the picnic blanket and asks if you're okay with physical affection. You say yes, and she rests her head on your shoulder

You kiss her on the head, and you can't see it, but her face gets pretty red

You both sit in a comfortable silence for a little while, resting on each other

It does start getting late though, and you have to go home soon. You and Split start talking about a second date, and she tells you about a movie that's coming out soon that she wants to see, suggesting a movie date. You agree to it

The two of you continue to chat and start cleaning everything up

You ride the elevator with her until she's at her level

Just before she leaves, she kisses you on the cheek and tells you that she had a lot of fun on your date

It's all you can think about for the rest of the night.

[hydrasslutbin]

Stark's Newest Plaything

@patrickoharaandco

Kimberly Konigin Long, unlike her lovable older brother was in a terrible position right now. They were captured by SHIELD and were forced to be "retrained" to be allowed out. Despite their best efforts, she would still be defiant, however over time with the intense re-education she was made docile enough to get a collar on her. SHIELD did not mention to Tony the full lengths taken to get her to him. However, they did hope he'd appreciate it. She was brought inside after being prepared for Tony's particular tastes. Any remaining body hair was cleaned and waxed. She was cleaned up and put into a skimpy dress and underwear that met his tastes as well. She was brought, practically dragged by two strong men before being forced on her knees in front of the legendary Mr.Stark. Her eyes still intense as she scoffs and as she sizes him up with her eyes. "Shortstuff here is the self-proclaimed genius? HA! HAHA!" She scoffed out a slightly choked laugh. No wonder they needed to work me up so hard!" Kimberly cackled out as she genuinely could not keep her.

[crypticpine]

Hello I turn 20 this year, and I thought I would also add what I learned in my teens:

That edgy poetry/art you made, no matter if it was made over something you see as trivial today, is not embarrassing. It was made from a strong emotion that needed an outlet, and you gave it a wonderful outlet.

It's also okay to keep writing that poetry or drawing that art today. No one can stop you from letting your emotions free on the page.

Even I will not understand the kids these days.

Do. Your. Own. Research on issues that you are passionate about. What you learned from school and/or your parents on politics and all that could be skewed (especially in the us) to one side.

Isolation leads to more isolation. Try to go outside and talk to someone irl at least once a week.

Stop it with the self-depreciating humor. It's a lot funnier to be overly confident (talking about how handsome you are and how smart) and it's better for your mental health.

You are not the opinions people have of you.

You are beautiful. Yes, even with a crooked nose. Yes, even with a double chin. Yes, especially if you are fat. It sucks that fashion is the way it is, but sizes are evil and are based on no metric at all. Do not feel bad because you can't fit perfectly in a size.

In order to love your body you have to stop dressing like you hate yourself. I know it's hard to clothes shop, fast fashion is terrible, and it feels like you "dont deserve it," but trust me you absolutely do. You can start with baggy clothing like blouses and skirts if that makes you comfortable(what I wore for over 2 years), but try something. Buy a shirt in your favorite color, get some stylish pants, get a button up with a lil duck on it. Anything that Makes you happy, put it on.

Watch people with your body type too. With the internet anything is possible so go out and find someone who has characters that have traits you are insecure about or physically have themselves. I got my self confidence through a blue elf with thunder thighs and a muffin top, anything works as long as it works.

Are you stuck in waiting-to-hear-back-from-someone-about-some-government-thing limbo? Distract yourself. Do you need to wait a few days to know if something important either failed or succeeded? Disteact yourself. Are you in an emergency situation but you have to wait to act for whatever reason? Distract. Yourself. Listen to music, do a hobby, scroll online even, anything to keep you from worrying too much. Takes so much off your chest and when it's time for you to do something you are a lot calmer and keeps you from trying to speed up the process (which usually prolongs it).

Listen to your elders. They know a lot about this world and how things work and their advice is valuable. Obviously. They were in your position at one point.

I turn 30 next month so here’s what I learned in my 20s:

—don’t work for startups, they’re always one ‘innovative idea’ away adding ‘sell your kidneys on the black market’ to your job description.

—keeping a collection of basic OTC medicine on you will save your life one day. I recommend Advil, Imodium, and TUMS.

—those little single-use glasses cleaning wipes are 1000% worth the money

—overly self-depreciating jokes just make people uncomfortable, wean yourself off of them

—you can buy dehydrated mini marshmallows in bulk online and they’re a godsend for hot cocoa

—people don’t care if you have fidget toys on your desk they just want to play with them

—try to go to bed BEFORE the existential ennui kicks in

[donutdrawsthings]

People all over the world are thinking of you!

[isjasz]

[Ready for a new game?]

day 11 definitelynottober - heart in your fist & week 1 weeklyhermittober - beginnings

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IM SO READY LETSGO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW LIFE SERIES💥💥💥💥💥💥

[paperandpencilsandskips]

Post inspired by @fleshdyk3

Me: Man I hope my blueberries are ok, I left them in my hot car for a bit

The avaricious mold spore:

[steveshairychest]

You're so right. We do.

They're sitting on the couch in Eddie's new trailer, both of them pretending to watch the movie Eddie picked, but their minds are elsewhere. Steve is thinking about ringed hands and pouty lips while trying to keep his breathing even because Eddie's knee is pressed against his, and he's trying to be so normal about it.

His very recently discovered crush on Eddie makes every slight interaction with the metal head feel like he's been struck by lightning. Eddie put his hand on Steve's knee last week, and Steve, the poor hopeless fool, stuttered out an excuse to leave the room because he felt like his skin was on fire.

Halfway through the movie that Steve is definitely paying attention to, a heated makeout session starts between the two main characters. Steve stares at it blankly. He hasn't kissed anyone for months. He looks over at Eddie and wonders who the last person he kissed was. Probably some chick in black lipstick that ended up smudged all over his lips, he probably bit her bottom lip a little too hard; he seems like a rough kisser.

Steve sighs, leans his head back on the couch and stares at Eddie's side profile, wondering what Eddie would do if he leaned over and planted a kiss right on the scar near his mouth. Would he gasp and flush a delicate shade of pink or would he grab Steve by the chin and kiss him rough and hard and full of teeth.

Eddie sinks further down into the couch and turns to look at Steve just as Steve quickly looks away. "Can you believe I nearly died without having my first kiss."

Steve blinks. "What?"

"Don't laugh, dude."

"I'm not laughing. Are you serious? You've never kissed.. anyone?" Steve's brain is full of static. He can't even hear the tv anymore, the only thing he can hear is the blood in his ears as that little possessive part of his brain screams at him 'I need to be his first kiss.'

NEEDS MORE STEVE TEACHING EDDIE HOW TO KISS OK BYE

[virtualplushy]

healing is when you have an intrusive thought and instead of having a meltdown you go “girl what?? shut up” and move on

[miradelletarot]

Writing prompt - it’s been six months since Gale and Tav’s wedding. He surprises her with a super romantic vacation for their honeymoon.

I hope this is to your liking, dearest Anon. I...may or may not have spent the last couple days researching different places (and asking my DM friends for suggestions for a romantic getaway lol). Notes: SFW, GN (I went with a gn, reader-insert to try and challenge my writing a bit. I hope that's ok!) Anything is possible when your husband is a wizard who can teleport you anywhere, and please don't be angy if I messed up any tenses, grammar or anything else. No beta.

I wanted to focus on the actual "surprise" aspect of the prompt where Gale presents his gift to Tav. I had originally started writing out an idea for him to be like "hey, let's go out babe i wanna show you something cool!" and then teleports them to the dream destination, but my brain went way too far in the weeds with lore and accuracy that the story was getting lost. So, hopefully, this little nugget is satisfactory. Thank you so much for the ask! This was a fun one for my D&D loving brain ^^ (drabble below the cut! all sfw) <3

Gale was always one to shower you with affection. It didn’t matter if it was in the form of kisses, hugs, a home cooked meal, or something more. The more he could do for you, the more he could worship you, the better. There was never a time when he didn't want to give you more.

“My love,” he purrs warmly as he greets you on the terrace, “I have something exciting to share with you, and I think you’re going to love it.” The way his face beams brighter than the evening sun fills you with intense adoration. You wouldn’t want to go a single day without seeing that gorgeous smile of his.

You set your book down on the small side table next to your coffee, and take his hand in yours. “Well now, my darling husband, what tales will you regale me with today?” You smile, assuming he has yet another piece of history or magic to share with you that he’s discovered in his vast collection of books. “No tales, dearest. I have requested some time away from Blackstaff.” Your eyes widen, and concern fills your gaze.

“Darling, I’m confused. I thought you loved teaching? Is something wrong?” “No, no. Nothing’s wrong.” He flashed a rueful smile realizing that in trying to build up your anticipation, he only made you worry. “I have noticed that between my teaching, and seemingly endless research, I haven’t made as much time for you as I should.” His face fell as he lowered his gaze to your intertwined hands, and gave your hands a gentle squeeze. “I promised you I would balance my time with you, and…well…needless to say I have done an abysmal job at giving you the attention you deserve.” Gale cupped your cheek in his hand. “Will you let me make it up to you, dearest?” You smile, shaking your head slightly at how absurd he was. “Love, you don’t owe me anything. I know how important your research is…and you have never left me wanting. I promise." You lean in and give him a small kiss on his forehead, and he melts into your delicate touch. “Now…what’s this about taking time away from Blackstaff?” “Ah! Of course!” He straightens up, his gaze bright once again. “You. Me. Three tendays of blissful relaxation in a most beautiful, and mysterious locale.” With your curiosity piqued, you can hardly contain the excitement in your eyes. “Really?? Where?” “Myth Drannor. A picturesque, elven city with a rich history and a mild climate, nestled within the forest of Cormanthyr. There’s plenty to do if you wish to explore, but if not, then the serenity in which we will find ourselves surrounded by will no doubt allow us the relaxation you deserve. Regardless, I want to share it all with you. It’s the honeymoon you deserve after our harrowing adventure.” “Oh, Gale!” You throw your arms around him and squeeze him tight, showering him with kisses all over his face…when you dared to release your hold on him at least. “But, darling…that’s so much time away. Are you sure? You wanted nothing more than to be back home.”

His gaze softened as he pulled you close, nuzzling your cheek. “Home,” he whispered, “is wherever you are, my love.” Your eyes sparkled, and your heart felt like it could burst. The lengths this man would go to for you were immeasurable, and you wondered how in Toril you got so lucky. "Now," he roused you from your wayward thoughts of adoration, "the sooner we pack for our little getaway, the sooner we can leave." He gave you that lazy smirk and smoldering gaze that makes you swoon. "I don't want to waste a single moment, my love." "Well...perhaps you'll join me for one last Waterdhavian sunset before we go?" "Whatever you desire, dearest." He smiles as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"My time is yours."

[bledbetrayl]

@operahouses asked: [ WOUNDED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door with considerable injuries, in dire need of help and emergency care that only the receiver is either trusted enough or convenient enough to provide … imagining post-reunion, rockstar lestat, loustat towing the line between friends & companions again.

somehow , he knew louis was there before there was any sound from the door. almost like he had a sixth sense for louis , but lestat had always felt so intune with louis. knew him better than either of them would've been willing and ready to admit.

the flirty , grinning , playfulness that was lestat. dropped as quickly as he had moved to the door and opened it. whatever teasing words was on his lips had fallen off. ( would he have crossed that line which they toed so dangerously ? yes. had he expected louis to laugh it off , roll his eyes .. make a comment ? of course . )

but none of that would happen. because something was wrong with louis. and so suddenly , lestat felt his world tumble in.

" what happened mon cher ?" ever so gently he was holding his dearest close. fingers mapping out every inch of his face , looking for a type of wound. before feeling of his body , all in look for any type of injury.

there was a lump in his throat , worry building inside. never before had lestat worried so dearly for someone. not since that night which plagued him so often , that night armand had reached out. but no , he couldn't allow his thoughts to distract him , not now.

" come , let us get you inside ." fix up louis , that's all he needed to focus on.

[frigidfries]

happy birthday deltarune. happy late birthday undertale. here's a comic!

cheers to best friends forever & ever & ever & ever & ev

[soonysy]

Some sketches of DDVAU Mumbo and Grian by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11

They give me these vibes :D

Did a BIG reference on Valentines Special of the comic with colouting, because I really like the style

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived