#I'm so sorry this took forever

[rejaytionships]

my half of the art trade for @choijesoo!!! this was super fun to draw :D i don't do a lot with backgrounds so this turned out pleasantly well i think

[taleswritten]

@dynastymuses sent ( fixation ) - my muse worships your muse's body george/charlotte

If there is one thing she can confidently say about George, it is that he is so attentive and so willing to shower her with praise. He treats her like the Queen she has become and Charlotte loves him all the more for it.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he kisses move from her lips, down her jaw, and then down to her chest. A shaky inhale as George's kisses become more intimate, his kiss to the curve of one breast is open-mouthed and she can feel the drag of his tongue.

Yet he teases her. He does not kiss or tease her with his tongue where she wishes him to. She wants his tongue on her breast, lapping at her nipple, and eventually between her legs and yet...

Must she beg for it?

"George." Charlotte says breathlessly, though somehow she manages to keep herself from whining at him in need. How embarrassing that would be. "More."

[trhor]

so my friend asked me this question and said I had to pass it on and keep it goin' SO I'm passing it to you!:

What was your inspiration to create your main OC? (or any character you want to talk about, really 😀)

Hi hello, I'm a terrible person but I'm here to finally answer your question. This incredible late but here we go.

The idea of the heir and spare has always been a fascinating one and it's interesting how in media and real life this dynamic is played. Generally the heir is seen as this saintly being while the spare is either left in the wings or is painted as a jealous conniving younger sibling that craves the throne and all it's power. So I liked the idea of telling the story of two spares that weren't necessarily aiming to take the throne, who would have been happy just doing their jobs as second fiddle but ended up getting stuck with the responsibility of a role they never asked for. Theo came first, she was the character I had the clearest thought about being a spare becoming an heir and it was as I was trying to figure out the dynamics that Hamish came into being.

He's the one that had the most changes, he really isn't anything like who I first thought he might be as I was creating him. This isn't a spoiler but at first I thought he was going to have an son outside of his marriage. Taking a great amount of inspiration from the scene in Succession when Connor Roy masterfully reminds his three younger siblings that he is in fact his father's oldest son. This was the original idea but the more I started to really think about Hamish, I realized that no he'd never cheat on his wife. Isobel was his everything, he's lost without her . So things changed and he's evolved and I honestly love the man I've made. He isn't perfect that's not the goal here but I do enjoy him none the less.

[athaexnen]

(Aislin @fantasiesandfolklore for Anya's MCU verse?)

"I've heard we have similar powers," La Memoire told Anya, her daggers hidden up her suit's sleeves. "Both of us are connected with the dead, or undead," she continued, walking closer to Anya before turning off her voice modifier.

"I want to help you, to free you. No one should be forced to kill," Aislin told Anya, dropping her hood and leaving only a mask covering her face.

Anya stayed silent as she listened to the other girl speak, her brows furrowed as she studied them. Similar powers? To Hydra, she was the Banshee, she who heralded death and commanded it. Her scream had the ability to rupture eardrums if she wanted, and she could see those who were dead. So, whoever this girl was, who was also connected to the dead, had somehow piqued her interest.

"Free me?" Anya questioned as she watched as the other dropped their hood, only to be met with a mask. Perhaps this was a trick? "Who are you?"

@fantasiesandfolklore

[timeguardians]

@sillyjokes

The Joker is in the middle of dumping his laughing toxin into the water supply to poison the gothamites. "What are ya' fuckin' Batman?"

He continues to spill more into the water. "Y'know you're hot, but that's not going to get me to stop!"

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There were times the Win.ter Soldier felt like the Joker WANTED to get his ass kicked by this freakish night-stalker, the one referring to himself as the "Bat". But Barnes is too old and far too tired to believe in NONSENSE. Particularly, when the said nonsense is started by grown men who couldn't figure out where to wear their underwear, and donned a bedsheet as a cloak. Some people were indeed desperate.

She is not like these ""so-called heroes."" In FACT, there is nothing altruistic about her. Barnes is, at the core, SOLDAT. A reasonably warm body turned into a weapon, an assassin of the highest order.

The comparison of his, draws a vehement SCOWL across her countenance. One that is then promptly and temperamentally flashed in the Joker's direction.

Stance widened. The soldier's gate is so assured, so confident, and measured in motion, as she approaches the Joker. Vibranium fingers widen before curling into a fist around his collar. Her frigid eyes bore into his. The growl that comes from her is a thousand fathoms deep. It's a chord she employs only with her marks. "I said ENOUGH. It's TIME to GO."

When he continues despite her snarled warning, Barnes moves to lift him off his feet with remarkable EASE. She lifts him almost as easily as if he was comprised of paper-towel instead of skin and bone. "What are you? HARD OF HEARING?" She grumpily snips. "OR JUST PLAIN STUPID?" If he thinks calling her hot is going to spare him her wrath, he has another thing COMING.

The Joker slips beneath the surface of Bucky's skin like a thorn deeply embedded. "Maybe you want to spend the rest of your life in jail or the asylum, but I don't." She spent years in hyperbolic chambers, tortured. "We were to get in, get out. Stop SAVORING IT ALREADY!"

[wanderxdusk]

8 and 15 for the spooky month oc asks

8. Do you work? If so, what/where do you work as, and is that your dream job?

"Oh yeah! I'm a paranormal investigator an' cryptid hunter!" Her initial excitement to answer the stranger faltered once she heard the words come from her mouth. Most wouldn't count that as a real job, especially when you were on your own...and used it as an excuse to run from your past. "I mean, I guess it's more like an independent researcher. Y'know, on local folklore an' stuff? It's a fulfillin' job!" The shapeshifter resisted the faint cringe at her dishonesty.

15. Do you know of (or have seen) the group of people who wear red robes? Any thoughts on them?

Her nervousness about her previous question sank into a pensive focus. Her sunset-colored eyes glanced over the masked stranger's shoulders and behind her before leaning it. "Dun' tell no one this, but that's why I'm here!" Her heart sped up at the thrill of sharing this secret with another soul, but also the possibility of uncovering this curious group of red-robed people. Maybe discovering their secrets could turn her luck around, and she can be a successful paranormal investigator! With that success, maybe she could even earn some worth! "But again, don't tell nobody that, okay? Ya never know how dangerous 'em folks are!"

[higekki-a]

@lotusgrieved wrote: " i could go with you! " for aerith <33

" you want to go with me? " try as she might, she cannot hide the fact that his words have caught her by surprise. usually, it's her who is demanding to accompany someone else as they're leaving, so desperate for just a moment more of companionship that she's willing to trek across all the way across midgar and back if it means just a moment more of not being alone. but to be on the receiving end of the request? that was certainly different.

it takes a moment for her to realize that her mouth is hanging somewhat ajar, but when she does she snaps her jaw shut and smiles. it shouldn't be a problem. he can take care of himself if anything happens and if something comes along that's outside of both of their scope then... well, at the very least aerith trusts alma to have her back through the entire process.

so she reaches out for his hand, " alright, let's go! but you've gotta promise to protect me, kay? "

[protectivemusesmoving]

😘 any HSR muse

SEND 😘 TO FIND MY MUSE WORKING AT A KISSING BOOTH

This was embarrassing. This was nothing Caelus would have usually done, but he couldn't help it when some of the others had enlisted the express's help to try to find a way to make a fundraiser work. Naturally, he wanted to help. He just hadn't expected to be the one in the booth doing the kissing. Luckily for him, almost no one had wanted an actual kiss and had chose to donate for the simple fact of wanting to help without questionable boundaries.

Until he saw Sampo, and he was ready to crawl into a hole. "Please don't resort to causing mischief- We're busy enough as it is, and this is embarrassing enough, if I'm honest. But I'll bite anyways, what brings you to this area? I thought you didn't frequent this part of town."

[divinelght]

❝ i concealed nothing from you. i simply left out the details that were not pertinent. ❞

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ― accepting , @hellishomens

aurora heaves a sigh, so loud & exasperated, at the same time she dips her head back to stare at the heavens above. if forgiveness wasn't second nature to her at this point, she might've scowled at kairon. instead, the aasimar props her hands on either hip and thinks for a long moment. "you know, if our rats weren't such great friends, i might actually be mad," she's lying. she's not sure she's capable of anger. if she is, she's not sure she's capable of directing it at them. she's also not entirely sure that their furry companions even remotely get along. when tilts her head away from the sky again and rests her gaze on them once more, her shoulders sag a little. "you can trust me with the whole picture, you know? impertinent details and all."

[lulu-draws-stuff]

How does that sound?

[featherfangart]

Nothing Beats Pizza On A Cliff

Right? And some things are said...

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[wolfchans]

♡ Chris Birthday Countdown ♡ ↳ D-3 : A year of boyfriend pictures

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

[butyouaremymess]

Colin + his (many) love confessions for Penelope

[storminmyveins-archived]

" Yeah, I'll be right behind ya." He tells her as he then looks out to the waves. If he's going to clear his head the best place to do it is out there, so he dusts his hands off on his already-dirty shorts and gets up, snagging his own board after he tosses off his shirt.

“good.  making  sure.”  relieved,  daisy  sprayed  sunscreen  onto  her  shoulders  and  the  back  of  her  thighs,  tension  leaving  her.  “i’m  gonna  try  and  catch  a  few  waves  before  the  sun  sets.”  holding  up  her  board,  “coming?”

[asterkatt]

Moving Forward. (Spoilers for YTTD up through 3-1b)