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[pathetic-life-form]

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Tagged by the wonderful @just-a-repa!

3 Ships I Like: Not a huge shipper personally, I tend to gravitate towards fluff and genfic, but I am rather fond of a handful of canon ships from Star Wars. Favorites are probably Kanan/Hera, Qui-Gon/Tahl, and Obi-Wan/Satine.

First Ship Ever: Uhhhh... not sure. Maybe Ten/Rose from Doctor Who?

Last Song You Heard: Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

Favorite Childhood Book: I adored all the Mysterious Benedict Society books as a kid. I found the Jedi Apprentice series a bit later on, but that's another cherished favorite

Currently Reading: Mostly textbooks, unfortunately

Currently Watching: Star Wars Rebels (again.)

Currently Consuming: A smoothie, in the vain hope of making up for the lack of fruit in my diet

Currently Craving: quiche, for whatever reason

no pressure tags: @outpastthemoat @friendly-chaos @pandora15 @kckenobi @drawnbythestream

[crabsnpersimmons]

i'd love to celebrate my birthday with y'all! no pressure to say or do anything, just wanted to share and "invite" you all 🥰

[iamacolor]

Casual touches between Sol and Sunjae 💛

LOVELY RUNNER - EPISODE 16

[nekrosmos]

John and Nikolai finally have time to spend an evening together, but John came back exhausted from an op and is now fighting to stay awake for Nikolai's sake, while Nik really only wants him to rest.

(Just a little bit nsfw at the beginning)

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"Are you sure you are up for this, John?"

Nikolai wasn't a fool, he could see the exhaustion on John's face, the way his eyelids felt heavier than the dumbbells he was used to pulling almost every day, the heavy bags under his tired eyes. It was a good sight, a more vulnerable side of John he wasn’t used to showing to the world. To allow himself to drop his guard enough to fall asleep by someone’s side, well, Nik certainly felt like the luckiest man in the world. 

“I am… want to make you feel good….”

Those last words were barely coherent, John’s speech getting worse and worse with each passing minute he was fighting to stay awake. It was adorable. 

“Right. So if I asked for your lips around my cock, you would do it?”

Nik was teasing him, a wide smile on his face as he observed John’s reaction, or lack thereof, as the captain stared vacantly at him, his eyes barely open. For a second, Nik assumed that John had finally fallen asleep, until his hand moved, brushing his tired face with the back of it. 

“Just fuck me, Nik, c’mon.”

A gentle and quiet laugh was Nik’s response. If there was one thing John Price was, it was stubborn. Unless he physically restrained him and tightly tucked him under a blanket, this wasn’t a fight he had a chance to win. There were, however, many ways to win a fight. 

“Da, let me get to it then.” 

It was getting difficult for Nikolai to stop himself from laughing. John was laying on their bed, absorbed by the pillows and the blankets, like he was floating above a cloud. Nik stood on his knees between John’s legs, hands gently brushing the inside of his thigh. 

Spending time together was always a difficult task when both John and Nikolai spent their days on different sides of the world, dodging bullets and risking their lives. It was rare for them to be on the same continent, let alone the same room, despite how much they wanted it. 

When the two finally had some free time to spend together, Nikolai always wanted to do something special for John: taking him on dates, making him try food he knew he would love, fly him to a secluded place and make love to him under the stars. He wanted to make up for lost time, of course, and John knew that, a slight leftover of guilt left in the captain’s heart over the years he had wasted being too scared of this relationship. 

But, sometimes, all they got was a single night together, shared after John came back from an op. Often times, he was exhausted, bruised, and needed rest more than he needed any more adventures. This was such a case, as Gaz had informed Nikolai earlier that no one in the team had been able to get any shut eyes in the past forty hours. John was exhausted, but he was as stubborn as they came and had assured Nik that he was up for this. Right. 

A soft smile still on his lips, Nikolai bent down, kissing the naked skin of his lover’s hips, while his hands kept wandering around the lower parts of his body, his thighs so perfect under his fingers. A low groan escaped John’s throat, a quick glance confirming that his eyes were now fully closed. Not yet asleep, however, and so Nik continued, leaving kisses on his belly and ribs, hands still massaging him as best he could, soft sounds coming from John until eventually, his breathing changed, slowing down, limbs going limp. 

Nikolai smiled softly as he pulled himself up, resting next to John as he dragged a blanket on top of their naked bodies. He allowed himself, for a moment, to just observe the now asleep man next to him.

There was a sternness to John that immediately disappeared when he was sleeping, his brow relaxing, his jaw less tense, at peace, finally. Nikolai knew that his dreams wouldn’t be comforting, they never had been and probably never would be, but he was here, for him, ready to pull him closer when needed, ready to kiss the nape of his neck as his arms wrapped themselves around his shape. 

Perhaps Nik was a selfish man. He had pondered this thought many, many times in the past. To want something as much as he wanted John, to crave him like he was the only thing that mattered, it had been maddening, and still he waited. Now that John finally was his, there was nothing in this world that could pull him away from him. He had waited for so many years, that spending some time watching the other half of his heart slowly drift to sleep as they laid in bed together felt like a well-earned reward. And if that made him a selfish man, well then to hell with it. 

“Good night, John.” 

His voice was barely a whisper as his fingers brushed his lover’s hair, gently kissing his cheek. There were no reactions from John, and Nikolai allowed himself to close his eyes as well, a hand resting against John’s chest, right above his heart. There, in the quiet intimacy of the night, he could almost feel it beat under his palm, the perfect lullaby to lure him to sleep.

[darks-romantical-corner]

Daisy x Luigi shippers where are y'all :'c (the Twitter meme one was my first time properly drawing her so it's why she doesn't look accurate compared to the other art) Anyway Luaisy, My fav Mario ship, probably my favorite ship in general but then again I'm not exactly someone who is into shipping so....

have the black lineart ver cuz I can 💙

[palskippah]

Hi!

The other day I read this post by froppygurl talking about the infantilization of Ballister's character and one person commented on how there's nearly no art of Ambrosius in drag.

>And I remembered that I had these from Halloween that I didn't finish on time so I just abandoned them there dhfjdh but posting them for the lack of Ambrosius in drag drawings pipipi

(Plus a few tiny drawings under the cut that I've drawn of Ambrosius either in a dress or in heels)

>By the way, he's dressed as the back-up dancers in this Shakira's music video, since it was a thing this Halloween on TikTok and many guys dressed as 'las de la intuición' 🗣️ (also yeah, he's missing the purple wig jdfkdf he'll put it on later, don't worry)

>These women 🫦:

(Also when I drew him and Ballister I thought of this picture of Darwin 😭 couldn't really imitate it tho, I have a hard time drawing characters in heels djkdf)

>The ladies are wearing small heels, but I said no bro, thigh-length boots for Ambrosius or nothing 🗣️

>Also I sorta had drawn it from memory, and had forgotten that the shirt was untucked but that way you see more waist so I just left it like that 😔

-Also, on TikTok there's this guy (Andrés something something, he's mexican if I'm not mistaken) that tries on very high heels, and in one video he was trying on a pair and doing stuff like jumping, trotting and sweeping the floor sjdks

>Drew this thing like three months ago bc that guy reminds me of Ambrosius:

*Barre* = *Sweeps*

-Also got this thing from a TikTok video based over those Gravity Falls' credits where they marry the goat and Waddle (That one that sings goat and the pig wooo 🗣️🗣️) (Well in Spanish is something like long live love woooo 🗣️🗣️)

-Oh also I had been thinking about manicure, so, headcanon that Ballister bites his nails short, but Ambrosius gets that kind of manicure that makes nails look 'natural' but shiny and very well-cared for 🗣️ (those sort of nails are so pretty) (also sorry, projecting what I do onto Ballister, I don't even clip my nails off, I just bite them when they get too long and burden me. They smooth in their own with the days sjkdsj)

That's it 🧍 my humble contribution wa, hopefully will draw more stuff like this in the future sjkdsd

[alcettogo]

Get it. Opyr. Like. Odile + Vampyr. Get it. Ok. Sorry. Bye.

Other vamp characters from this AU:

Mirabelle

[atoltia]

March can be easily flustered...

...If he was aware that the things that he did or were done to him were to be taken as gestures of affection, whether it be platonic or romantic.

There was a method to his madness. Simplicity in logic was to be preferred over convoluted solutions and discussions. The most direct course of action to reach perfection, even when that particular avenue could be misconstrued into something else.

But he couldn't always see it.

When you pointed out that he was being sweet when he gave you that hoe (after fully insulting you, please do not forget) knowing full well how much pride he has on his work, how much blood and sweat he spent on meticulously crafting it to the best it could be, he was a blubbering mess.

He was sober that time so he had the mind to throw you out of the shop with a rather hasty slam to the door, leaving you cackling loud enough for him to hear from inside the blacksmith (loud enough, mind you, to wake up Olric from wherever the hell he was taking a nap).

That one moment you told him that you found it sweet that he took the time to teach you on how to use his forge (with the thickly veiled threat that he will break your arms if you so much as damage his equipment. Don't worry, you threatened to shove his sorry ass into the fire if he ever tried. Both of you had to pull Olric away from the forge because he would have actually fallen into it after laughing so much at the both of you), you were sure he was gonna have a stroke.

When you heard him mention at the Saturday market that he liked hot chocolate, he banged his shin into the stall accidentally when he saw that you bought him a cup (he did accuse you of bribing Darcy to poison it, though. Little shit had the gall to slap your hand away like a greedy little gremlin when you tried to take it back. Both of you were bickering so much that the poor cup of hot chocolate had to be saved by Olric lest it get spilled).

Little instances led you to believe that the man was just a blubbering mess of nerves and embarrassment whenever he ever gets associated with being sweet.

But then there was that time when he took your hand into his, examined every digit, ever crevice, every scratch, every contusion with such intimate concentration that you thought your heart would fail from beating so fast (you didn't even hear him lecture you about being a dumbass in the mines again while he bandaged you, so congratulations on that little victory).

There was that time where you injured your hand (again) and was unable to properly eat your meal. Josephine offered to help you but the gremlin of a man already took it upon himself to feed you himself, all the while continuing the lecture that he started two days before (don't worry, you were much too focused on his very close proximity to you and not choking on the food that you didn't have the mental capacity to process whatever the fuck he was saying).

And then there was that time, one horrible autumn morning, that that fake redhead came barreling towards you, come to a full stop, and rather abruptly press his forehead into yours. You felt yourself short circuit for a moment, hyper aware of the fact that he smelled like nice cinnamon chocolate, both his warm, calloused hands gently pressed at your shoulders to keep you steady, that you didn't even realize that he was berating you for sporting a fever after overworking yourself for the nth time this season (not even when he hauled your ass up his shoulders and dumped you at the clinic himself. Valen wasn't sure if she was impressed or horrified).

None of these changes the fact that he was a wuss at being given compliments. But maybe, just maybe, he was also too dense at being able to pick up on the way his method of care ripped your heart into a torrent of emotion, turning you into the blushing, heart clutching disaster that you often thought of him as. And yeah, maybe you were a little lovestruck. Him too, possibly. Probably. Who the fuck knows. Neither of you surely don't.

(And between you and me, you wouldn't have it any other way.)

(You still hope the son of a bitch kisses you sometime soon, though.)

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check out my masterlist lmao

[dewwshi]

princess of mithral hall

[iizuumi]

Enough general kn8 art, time to make everyone look at my weird little ship hello

[crabsnpersimmons]

I

I might explode if I get 100 followers before new years

[waspgrave]

fellow writers and artists, severe depression destroyed me for almost 4 straight years and i'm determined to get back into it but my concentration isn't what it used to be.

What do you do to start projects (and not just freeze up like I do) and also what kind of music or ambient sounds do you listen to?

[sainz100]

Daniel Ricciardo after Media Day ahead of the Azerbaijan GP

[ckret2]

Do you enjoy seeing the same people in asks and comments? Do you ever think it's wierd if the same people are repeatedly and frequently commenting, reblogging ect.

I like getting repeat commenters/rebloggers and knowing that people are following along with the story and care about seeing where it goes.

Several of them are regular enough that sometimes when I'm posting a chapter I go "oh XYZ is gonna fucking love this one" or "this one's gonna emotionally kick ABC's ass" and I'm always delighted when I'm right

[realtapiocafan]

justin 😭😭😭 my babyyy

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