#I think they should kiss your honor

[minusecko]

Yarrwhal Headcanons

Wally is kinda self-consciousness about his heterochromia and that's the reason he's constantly wearing his goggles.

Also I am officially dubbing Yarrwhal x Stephanie as Yarnie I will not be taking any criticisms

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: Husk let me fell asleep with my head in his lap and kissed my cheek when I woke up. He's so cute. I wish he liked me.

Cherri: *looks into the camera like she's on The Office*

[asteralley]

thinking a bit too much about this

[foxaoxarts]

BEE KISS TOMORR- *dead* /j

If anyone wants to watch me drawing this like a little victorian child then the timelapse is below the cut 🤣

(FLICKER WARNING. It's all through out so be careful!👍 )

[404-brainrot]

[norakbubbles]

Franky: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness-

Robin: Hi

Franky: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

[camzkoa]

ghost gfs

[ragnarokhound]

🚪🫷 😲 🫸🚪

JAYTIMKON WOLF DOG SHEEP FIC??? IM LOSING MY MIND AND I NEED YOU TO SAY MORE RIGHT NOW

- @bi-bats

OHOHOHO WELL

if you insist ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

The premise is timkon established relationship, but Tim is scheming to acclimate Kon and Jason like introducing two cats through a bathroom door. Eventually, he gets Kon on board he and Kon tag-team Jason, pspspspsing him into their relationship uwu jaytimkon endgame FTW

More specifics and small snip under the cut ;)

This is based on that one post that went around a while ago talking about the herding dog x wolf x sheep dynamic UwU and I thought it would be interesting to do a 3-part fic with 3 different POV's and they each take turns in each of the roles depending on the POV character's perception OwO

I don't have a lot written for it yet, and I would appreciate a vibe check on my Kon voice so far because I don't write him very often (ie at all), but here's a snip of the start:

Kon does not like Jason Todd. He doesn’t really think he has to explain why, because of the, like, everything about him. But in the interest of full disclosure— He’s an asshole. He kills people. He hurt Tim real bad that one time— no, not that time, at Titan’s Tower, that other time, with the batarang he stabbed into Tim’s fucking chest— He’s also never properly met the guy, but so what? He doesn’t have to. He can tell. The vibes are rancid. So he's not really sure why, exactly, Tim is friends with him. They hang out together on the nights they're both in town, after their patrols are done. Jason never stays after Kon gets there, shifty-eyed and staring too long after Kon's kissed his boyfriend hello. Like clockwork, his heartbeat will start to race loud and annoying in Kon's ear, picking up like he's getting ready for a fight. Then Tim always asks if he wants to stay a little longer, that they were planning to watch a movie or grab ramen from that place up the street, and he's welcome to join them. Barf. Kon would go along with it. Begrudgingly. Because despite his extremely correct feelings about Jason, he knows Tim likes him. That he thinks it's water under the bridge. Tim is too generous to forgive sometimes, when he thinks he's the only one who was hurt. But Jason will just raise a cocky eyebrow, glancing at Kon like he knows what he's thinking, and smirk all lop-sided and fake. He'll beg off, making his excuses and slinking out like a thwarted wolf, knowing better than to snatch a lamb when the guard dog's on duty. Kon always tracks his racing heartbeat across town, just to be sure.

[cybertron-after-dark]

Blades x Bumblebee good.

Blades x Heatwave also good.

But for your consideration:

Blades x Boulder.

[spaciebabie]

when ppl share their art wips with me >>>>>>>>>>>

[sacredst4r]

Aventio is a good ship but have you considered Avenblade? just fucking throw the cosmically depressed fuckers into a room and see if they walk out dead (or barely alive as the case may be) or desperately in love

[yyink]

these fucks mean so much to me

minalby…I love Minalby sm djbxksgdkdh Its so underrated which doesn’t make any sense 😞

I want more minalby shippers please please

Theyre so canon it’s not funny anymore!!

[quietwingsinthesky]

if there was a torchwood/spn crossover, jack would get shot in the head so much. i know he already dies a lot, but he’s going to die so many times during this crossover. keeps getting bullets unloaded into him. they stab him with silver and steel and copper and none of it keeps him down. he’s gonna get squirted with borax and that one’s not gonna kill him but it is going to ruin his coat, which is materially worse for him.

[featherlight-whispers]

tagged by the one and only @sikuena (i know someone else tagged me on this but i forgot to do it and i lost it in my notifs im so sorry)

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

....

The urge to call bullshit on Keith’s scene is violently squashed down when Lance finds it. He had dog-eared the page and lovingly cracked the book’s spine while he read the book for class. His eye twitches at Keith’s self-satisfied smirk.

Still, he spits out, “good choice.”

“Thanks.” The shitty grin on his face grows even wider as Keith’s eyes crinkle with malice. When he leans on the table, the woody scent of his cologne makes its way to Lance’s head. 

“So,” continues Lance valiantly, “now we just need to get started on the essay. Should be simple enough.”

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open tags! feel free to rb and do it :3

[kaptainkoalaoshiz]

Did you know wolves greeted each other by licking into each other's mouth?

Did I take this fact to start a one shot with Wei Ying being a wolf spirit a ma sauce and have him meet Lan Zhan with a french kiss?

YOU BET I DID!

[lovinggreeniehours]

fleeting and far in-between

↳ trese × xiao

↳ 1.6k words | yay fluff :D

↳ happy anniversary to them 🥳 i don't have much to say about this one, and i'll just let the oneshot speak for itself. also the audience here is new so ill clarify ahead, xiao calls him esper :3 it's more like an alias than a nickname, but yeah, anyway hfsgjfdgj

"We're almost there, okay, I promise. Just hold on.."

Xiao would never do this with anyone else. Dark grey blindfold over his eyes, he walked with Trese's guiding hands on his shoulders. Their collective footsteps were somewhat slow, just to be careful that they wouldn't trip.

Trese, uncharacteristically, had insisted on surprise, so Xiao conceded when asked to travel to said surprise on foot. The terrain was rather rocky, from what little Xiao could sense under his feet, leading him to suspect they were in the mountains. Not that it had narrowed their location down by much, given the numerous ranges scattered across the scope of Liyue.

He found Trese's behavior of late to be intriguing. He very rarely attempted surprises like this, and Xiao's interest was piqued ever since his companion's return from his recent travels. He was obviously excited in the past few days, and made no move to conceal the fact. But still, he'd still made it clear that he would not be divulging his secrets. And so, Xiao hadn't bothered himself to ask. He trusted Trese to explain eventually. In his own time. But he could admit, his patience was beginning to thin under the weight of his growing curiosity.

"Esper."

"Almost there!" Trese insisted. Xiao could hear traces of a grin in his voice. He decided not to question him further.

"Okay, stop here."

So he did. Xiao moved to turn his head, only for Trese's hand to find his cheek, pushing lightly until he was facing forward again.

"Just a second."

Bemused, he counted. One.

A gentle wave of adeptal energy surged and washed over him. He didn't need to remove the blindfold any longer. Xiao recognized where they were.

He could picture it well enough in his mind's eye. A sky suspended in starry, picturesque twilight, drifting from resplendent pink to muted indigo within the span of random minutes or hours. Trees of ink-black bark and silvery foliage littered the area— white poplars that had gone extinct over a thousand years ago. The meadow grass matched the tree leaves in color and sheen. And in the vague distance, there would be a structure of black marble, as well as a gazebo built of the same stone to its east side.

Abodes reflected the countenance of their masters, and this domain was no exception. One could tell from a single glance that this was Trese's.

This domain was a place Xiao frequented often in the past few years. There was only one gateway inside, and apparently, very few people knew where it was. Xiao suspected he might be the only one. At least, he was the only one that seemed to visit.

The abode was often empty, as Trese was off adventuring with the Traveler and Paimon for a good measure of the year. When without much to do, and with his usual roost at Wangshu Inn being frequented by customers and tourists, Xiao began to spend more and more time in the abode. Occasionally, he'd find himself asleep on the heap of pillows in the gazebo. When he'd wake up, he'd be half-dreaming; his bleary vision mixing the monochromatic hues of his surroundings. Lying there in his home, Trese felt closer to him. Even while he was away.

At his side, Trese performed a small snapping motion with his fingers. The soft lilt of a flute began to drift through the air.

"Did you change your abode?" Xiao asked. It couldn't have been by much. Behind the dark grey fabric, Xiao still caught glimpses of the purple-pink sky, and the paleness of the trees.

Trese hummed, thinking. "In a way."

"That is a peculiar response.."

Trese giggled, the sound light and airy. "I'll untie you now, just hold on."

Xiao felt gentle hands carding through his hair. He fought to keep an expression off his face.

"Do not tease me." He crossed his arms.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Trese uttered in a tone that implied otherwise.

Before Xiao could begin berating him, the knot slipped from behind his head, and so the fabric fell from his eyes.

He was wrong. The abode had changed by much.

For in place of the familiar grass were numerous glaze lilies. Hundreds of them, spanning as far as his eyes could see. Sparkling, crystalline blue made up what was essentially an entire sea of flowers.

"..What is this?" Xiao murmured. He glanced sideways at a nervously smiling Trese.

"You used to tell me it was a pity that their numbers have dwindled."

Xiao did not deny that. He remembered that conversation well enough.

He looked down at the glaze lilies once more. In a time long forgotten, Liyue had many meadows just like these.

"Do.. you like it?" Trese asked, sidling up closer to him. "I asked some friends with Dendro for assistance. I did not have enough time to grow them myself. Especially not at this scale."

Now that Xiao was paying closer attention, he realized there was a line in the soil the lilies hadn't crossed. And yet, as he walked closer to inspect it, he realized that this was even more unfamiliar to him: a cliff's edge that had certainly not been there before.

"What is this?" He squinted down at the drop. He could just barely make out the foot of a mountain underneath a layer of fog. Like the rest of the abode, the fog was mystical— so grey that it appeared wisteria; curling about itself like a living cloud.

Trese, standing behind him, planted his chin atop Xiao's shoulder.

"You can choose to part the fog. I just added a window to see what's going on around the mountain while one is inside. If ever you wanted to check."

Xiao felt Trese pull back, and he turned to meet his eyes with question.

"You.. asked if I liked it." He murmured.

Trese nodded.

"But.. Is this not your abode?"

Trese's shoulders sagged a smidge, making Xiao backtrack immediately.

"I did not mean I was displeased."

"I know." Trese mumbled. But his hands were still folded behind his back, and his pout was evident. "I just wanted you to.. feel more at home. In here."

Xiao blinked at that.

Seeing his expression, Trese tilted his head. "What, is it surprising?"

Xiao turned away, his companion's gaze suddenly too bright to meet. Yet the sight of the flowers alone seemed to warm his face anyway.

I wanted you to feel more at home.

As he gathered his thoughts, Trese took a few, precarious steps closer.

"You told me once," He said quietly. "That.. before the war— before everything— the mask that you don now used to be for dance."

Warily, Xiao allowed their eyes to meet. A prompt to continue.

Trese sucked in a breath, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"You had this look on your face. It was almost wistful. As if you were longing or reminiscing a time gone by. Or maybe a time that hasn't quite come to pass yet.

"I know you have your.. reservations, and responsibilities. I can't just wave a hand and take away all your problems, no matter how badly I want to. But I can wave a hand and play you some music. I can make this place bigger. Add more things. I can give you millions upon millions of flowers, if only it'll make you feel a little lighter.

"I only want to give you a home you can turn to when you feel like it's too much." He concluded, sheepishly glancing away. "And I can still change the abode to your liking. I don't mind."

"No." Xiao muttered. He shook his head. "No, you don't have to do that. I..."

His gaze trailed off with his words, the quality of his tone making Trese perk up a smidge.

"I.. appreciate all of this. I was surprised, is all. I never thought I'd be able to see something like this."

"So.." Trese nervously poked his index fingers together. "You like it?"

Xiao felt the corner of his own mouth tick upward ever so slightly. He nodded.

Watching Trese grin, Xiao couldn't help but notice that the music playing around them had accelerated in tempo as well.

"So.." Trese's feet shifted over the silver grass. He extended a hand towards Xiao. "Dance with me?"

Hesitantly, Xiao reached out to meet him, fingers intertwining, their movements tender and slow. Like the feeling he sensed deep in his being. Raw and open and vulnerable in a manner he never would've associated with his own self in a lifetime. The sensation pouring through him was no longer foreign, as it was, perhaps, two years ago, but natural as the blood rushing in his veins; as gentle as the thud of his heart against his ribs.

Maybe he even felt safe. Though his karmic debt weighed on him still, he found that there was not much reason to dwell on it. He could hold fast long enough to enjoy this fleeting moment of respite.

When he found it in himself to raise his eyes to Trese's, the domain seemed to sparkle around them, forming a halo around his partner's face. From the luminous starry sky to the flowers around them. The scene could pass for a dream, if not for the grounding warmth of their joined hands.

"And, you know," Trese added softly. "Don't think that this is only my abode. It's always been yours too. Ever since I gave you the key."

Xiao had no way with words. Not like Trese and his silver tongue. But he pulled Trese's hand to his lips without putting much thought into it, simply relishing the delighted little laugh the kiss got from him.

Xiao realized he himself was smiling back too. He felt lighter than he's ever been before.