#Idk 😂

[humanmaybe]

Inside of you are Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart-

[solohux]

The Arkanian legend of Vice General Valentine is one that Hux knows well. During a period of intense civil war that split the planet in two halves, the Vice General held secret ceremonies for lovers on opposite sides of the war who wanted to marry, to bond. He was eventually found, of course, and his treachery led to his death but the centuries old tale is honoured once a year on Valentine’s Day, a day that celebrates love in all of its forms.

When the calendar notification flashes up on his datapad, Hux scrunches his nose up in disgust. It makes him want to throw his datapad across his chambers but instead, he huffs with revulsion and sits up straighter in his bed. Ridiculous; of all the things to commend, he can hardly believe that his people would choose to honour someone who was a traitor to his own allegiance. Valentine’s Day is nothing more than a commercial trap that is set for half-witted fools who believe that they’re in the throes of infatuation, and it makes Hux sick to his stomach.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, lover.”

Hux frowns, but accepts the kiss from Kylo anyway. The Knight gives him a gentle peck on the lips before moving to kiss both of his cheeks, forehead and nose before handing a cup of Hux’s morning caf to him.

“How do you know about Valentine’s Day?” Hux asks, happily taking the beverage.

“It’s a Chandrillan tradition,” Kylo says, sitting down on the bed. He sets his hand upon Hux’s leg and rubs it absentmindedly; Hux silently admits how much these small actions of affection mean to him. “A Lieutenant of the Chandrillan army went against the orders of his superior officer to forbid her to marry someone she loved. Something about him having familial links to an enemy. But he married him anyway, and the two performed covert marriage ceremonies for people in the same situation. They eventually became The Lords Valentine. People from Chandrilla honour them once a year on Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s not the story,” Hux scoffs. “And it’s a tale from an Arkanis legend, not from Chandrilla.”

“I know my history, Hux.”

“As do I, Ren. Valentine’s Day is an annual celebration of love on Arkanis.“

“On Chandrilla too.”

The likelihood of a military man with the same name becoming involved in secret marriage ceremonies on two completely different planet seems far too impossible for Hux’s logical mind to comprehend but he sees the softness in Kylo’s eyes and decides not to challenge it any further. And then, he sees something else.

The room is covered in red roses; petals are scattered everywhere and on every surface whilst long-stemmed roses stand proudly in perfect arrangements in vases. There must be hundreds of them, all seemingly glittering in the low light of their bed chambers. The sight of them surrounding him is one of the most beautiful things that Hux has ever seen.

“Ren,” Hux sighs with a smile. “What’s this?”

“Like I said, Happy Valentine’s Day, lover,” Kylo says as a large bunch of roses float elegantly into his open hand. He holds them out to Hux, who takes them and inhales their fresh aroma.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Hux says dejectedly. “I’ve never…I’ve never had to before.”

“You’ve already given me everything I need, Hux,” Kylo says, leaning in closely until his lips are almost upon Hux’s. “You’re my air. You’re my heart. You’re my galaxy. What else could I ever need?”

Perhaps Valentine’s Day isn’t so ridiculous after all, now that he has someone to share his love with.

[olympeline]

You know, I like the idea that one of the first real bonding moments Alasdair and Arthur ever had was in the wreckage of 1776. That widely held headcanon that Arthur hit the bottle reeeally hard and was a rum soaked mess for a good few years after Alfred left. And of course Alasdair would have been around to witness it since their joining in 1707

And it’s quite the uncomfortable surprise, too. Arthur was always such a ferocious little shit - such a thorn in Scottie’s side - that in the end he had to propose a union before they tore each other to bits and sunk Britain’s bright future with their endless wars. Much as he hated to admit it, Arthur was tough. Arthur was strong. But now Arthur’s first born son first colony has up and left, and Arthur isn’t the fire breathing vengeance machine Alasdair expected. Instead of coming up with plots to use their growing empire’s might to beat Alfred to a pulp and drag him back kicking and screaming, Arthur has spiralled into a depressive funk, is going through three bottles a day, and would have already killed himself with alcohol poisoning if he were human. Or maybe he did a few times and just regenerated, idk. Either way it seems Alasdair didn’t know Arthur half so well as he thought he did. He never predicted a reaction like this

Alasdair watches Arthur’s collapse with confusion, followed by disbelief, then open disgust. He tries to ignore it, not wanting to deal with his sibling’s antics. Even when the king and officials beg Alasdair to step in and do something, he brusquely brushes them off. He’s not Arthur’s fucking nursemaid for God’s sake! Until one day they’re due to sail together on the kingdom’s flagship and his little brother holds them up. Alasdair gets the message that the former terror of the waves is once again too shitfaced to stand up, let alone captain a ship. Now the important voyage will have to be delayed

And Scot has just hAD ENOUGH of Arthur embarrassing and inconveniencing them all like this. He swears his brother was less trouble as a mortal enemy! Alasdair storms into Arthur’s room to drag the addlepated sot out of bed and talk some sense into him. With his fists if necessary. Not that it comes to that with Arthur as drunk as he is. Alasdair has to drag him up then hold him up to yell at him. And when Arthur tries to punch him, he would have gone down like a sack of spuds without big bro’s bruising grip. It’s awkward for all involved when Arthur’s pathetic attempts at a scuffle and Alasdair shaking and yelling at him, end with Arthur suddenly crumbling and sobbing on his shoulder. Shocking Alasdair again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just holds Arthur and haltingly rubs his back, muttering soothing nonsense. Most mortifying moment of Alasdair’s millenia+ life.

He doesn’t push Arthur away as he clings to him, though. As much as Arthur drives him insane like no one else, he’s still Scot’s little brother. So he let’s him cry and just keeps supporting him. Listening in silence as Arthur rants and sobs about Alfred: alternating between professing deepest loathing for the “traitor,” and weeping about how much he misses him and how there’s still time to fix everything and they have to try and get him back, etc. etc. It’s a fool’s hope, but Alasdair always knew Arthur was a fool

But what can he say? A smug, confrontational, fiery, normal Arthur makes Alasdair long for their old days of striking swords and border wars. A pathetic, drunk, weeping, vulnerable Arthur brings out Alasdair’s long dormant brotherly instinct. A feeling usually reserved for Wales and the Ireland twins. But, for the first time since he was a wee bairn, the instinct comes out for Arthur. It’s been so long since he saw him cry, he’d almost forgotten Arthur was capable of it

Alasdair lets Arthur cry himself to exhaustion, then helps him back into bed. Takes off Arthur’s coat, pulls off his boots, drags the blankets up over him. Arthur catches his arm, hands trembling, when Alasdair goes to straighten up and begs him not to leave him too. Alasdair rolls his eyes, cuffs Arthur - gently - and tells him to sleep it off. Then promises gruffly to be there when he wakes up, so stop being a drunk fool and go to sleep

Arthur obeys and Alasdair he keeps his word. Wales and Ireland fill in sailing duty and Alasdair stays with Arthur: king and parliament’s ranting be damned. Planning to help his little brother get himself back on track once he wakes up, starting with getting him off the booze. Or at least getting it back down to royal navy functional alcoholic levels. They can worry about everything else later

Thankfully for both their sanities, Arthur remembers very little of this when he wakes up lol. Alasdair makes sure to thank God extra hard that week at church for big mercies

[elitadream]

Ok, we've seen shirtless Mario in your style, what does Luigi look like?

Oh boy, if you're referring to the silly post I literally shared last year, let me just say that it's pretty outdated and I've made some notable adjustments since. 😅🤭 The way I draw Mario now is quite a bit sturdier and heftier than it used to be, which I think suits him a lot better in my version. 💪✨️

Regarding your question, I suppose Luigi's physique wouldn't be all that different from his bro's. 🤔 Taller and leaner of course, with a bit less muscle mass and probably a few less scars and scratches too, but visibly healthy and lively overall. 💁‍♀️ I frankly don't know if there will ever be a scenario that would properly justify showing Luigi without his shirt in my art tbh, so the chances of me drawing him partially undressed are admittedly very slim. 😅

As for Mario, however... He'll make a shirtless appearance or two eventually. That, I can safely confirm. ✍️😏

[pencilsandpractice]

Listen, I wasn't gonna say anything but Georgia Tennant and Michael Sheen give off the same vibes to me and it made me realize that David Tennant has a type

[kindahoping4forever]

Dear Crystal,

I come to you in this moment of crisis and joy, hoping my words won't bother you or make you feel pressured, but I really hope all this new (endearing, loving, heartfelt) new content inspires in you some words of that (precious, gorgeous, funny) man in fic form.

It's beyond my understanding why all of the sudden I'm writing to you like I'm a victorian lady in distress (perhaps because I am, and I have been on the verge of tears since he posted earlier today), but alas.

With love,

Ana.

Dearest Ana,

I am ever grateful for your correspondence and I hear your plea. I pray it brings you joy to know that I could never deny any blessings the artful muses choose to bestow upon me should they grace me with their presence. I appreciate your steadfast encouragement despite my recently regretful absence as a litterateur. It is my hope better, more fruitful days are ahead in regards to this matter.

Until we meet again (likely at the next summoning of our most favored yet fiendish gentleman bard),

Crystal

[trippin-chippin]

I see you

-Paranoia Anon

Jokes on you, I see you 👁️👁️

[littlebitoflexii]

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[wavewavethoughtsonly]

IlLogical

Shockwave revealing one of his many creations to overthrow the Autobots.

While everyone assumes Shockwave is being uncharacteristically stupid, Soundwave knows he’s trying to please him.

[mistchievous]

Ultimate Ask Game

🥰 - I love your blog 😊 - I'm so glad I follow you 🤭 - You make me laugh 😇 - You're one of the kindest people on this site 🥺 - I'd really like to be friends 🤩 - I admire you 😎 - You're one of the cool kids 😴 - You should sleep more 🌞 - You brighten up the dash 🧸 - Soft vibes 🤠 - Yeehaw vibes 💪 - Don't Fuck With Me vibes 🧠 - You're so big brained 🔥 - You're a hot mess 🦈 - You intimidate me 📜 - Your fics are top tier 🖼️ - Your artwork is stunning 🎨 - Your gifs/edits/icons/etc. are fantastic 🎤 - You have an amazing voice 🥂 - I would get drunk with you 💰 - I would rob a bank with you 🚓 - I would lie to the police for you 🍟 - I would share my fries with you 👻 - I would go ghost hunting with you 😘 - Kissing you on the forehead 💋 - Kissing you on the mouth 💝 - I love you (platonic) 💘 - I love you (romantic) 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 - I think we'd make good tumblr spouses 💍 - I would marry you if you asked 💀 - I would help you hide a body 👽 - I would believe you if you said you were abducted

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

It's that wonderful time of the year where I come up with my April series prompts and then go a little crazy trying to write them all, lol.

For the hardest part though: coming up with the name for it lol

[chickandnarlie]

This is a cursed thought but imagine a musical episode of Heartstopper.

[manny-jacinto]

[wattemeer]

IDK I'm obsessed with snake Luci sobs

[koipepo]

That omake of little Kabru not being able to show off his howetown sweets because of Misril gets to me a lot so...

Here's a happier Kabru (and Lairu)

[alltimefail]

Charles: "Hey Edwin, did I leave the spyglass at that witch's house?" *gets huffy when Edwin isn't listening* *affecionately mocks Edwin to get a rise out of him* *Doesn't work, Edwin doesn't respond* *Visibly flounders a bit* "Sooooo you've been spending a lot of time with Monty!! You!!! And Monty!!! Spending a lot of time!!! Together!!! Don't forget we're trying to leave Port Townsend!!"

Edwin: *puts book down* *gives Charles the undivided attention and reassurance he so clearly is craving* *apologizes*

Charles, without even the slightest hesitation: 😍

... so yeah basically he's whipped, your honor. I rest my case