#N'aw

[spymeister]

There were so, SO, many petnames Silverblade could chose from: Prized, brother, and many honorable ones but he chose to give this one.

"Amica~?"

PETNAMES! He's somewhat flustered at that, but there's a surprisingly shy smile when that term is offered. He has only one bonded Amica, he wouldn't mind Silverblade being the second.

[labwebs]

🕸i'm reading the spider-geddon event and very possibly might have been unable to read the spider-punk issue without doing a british accent in my head even though it says multiple times he's in the us i uh-

[allthingsglittergold]

[ @missingstarter ]

Leans in. Hugs him. He's quiet but he needs physical contact.

Gold smiles softly and gently pulls Silver against him. He's careful about it - even at his best, Silver's tolerance for physical contact is incredibly hit-or-miss. But that caution also means he's learned very quickly what he knows Silver needs whatever he initiates it.

And in this case he doesn't ask what's wrong; he just holds him against him and gently kisses the top of his head.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Nik misunderstands Soap's call sign. Ends up in a little heart to heart with Gaz.

CW: none.

They're back at base after a particularly gnarly jaunt through the arse end of the world. Ghost has his arm in a sling, Soap's battered, Price has an ice pack against his lower back, and Gaz has a black eye and lost a molar after taking a rifle butt to the jaw during a scuffle. Nik's sitting rosey for the most part; his bird has a few extra bullet holes but he'd soon patch those up.

They end up in the hanger after medical has finished with them, too exhausted even to drag their arses to bed. They pass around a bottle of Ghost's bourbon, while Nik and Price share a cigar. They're sitting in companionable silence, reflecting on how close they'd come to a six foot and a half wooden box planted in the only bit of real estate they'd ever be able to afford on an army salary, and then...

"Nik," Soap says as he swirls the bourbon around in its bottle, "s'yer call sign, aye? Not yer birth name."

"Da," Nik replies, offering nothing more as he exhales a cloud of smoke and passes the cigar over his shoulder to Price. They're sitting back to back, because it lets Price keep the ice pack in place without holding it, no other reason.

Soap relinquishes the bottle into Gaz's custody and sniffs, leaning back on his palms, legs thrown across at the ankle. "Where's it come from?"

"It is from Nikolai Krasnov. He was a hero fighter pilot in the Second World War. Four hundred sorties, one hundred aerial battles and forty-one enemies shot down," Nik considers the tumbler of vodka in front of him; he doesn't drink bourbon because it gives him heartburn, "also Nikolai Gastello, Nikolai Gusarov... All awarded highest honours. It is a name with, what do you say, a pedigree."

"That's pretty cool, N--" Gaz starts, but Soap scoffs, taking the bourbon back.

"Mate, n'aw, that's proper old man that is. Yer half way t' watchin' the History Channel on a recliner."

Nik raises an eyebrow. "Is better than all of you."

"Oh aye?"

"Da. Price is Bravo-Six because he is boring," Nik says, and Price nods solemnly, clearly a little banjaxed on a combination of the vodka Nik is sharing with him and the bourbon that crosses his path every now and then. Nik gestures at Ghost. "He is Ghost, which is like a James Bond novel villain, no?" Ghost's eyes flicker, "Gaz is new... He gets a pass--"

"Cheers, Nik."

"--you are welcome sergeant, and you," Nik points two fingers at Soap, "you are Soap because you are the lieutenant's bottom."

Soap sprays bourbon through his nose, Gaz barks a laugh and then creases over in stitches, and Price chokes on the lungful of cigar smoke he's halfway through. Ghost pinches his nose through his mask.

"Fuckin' hell, Nik, I can't--I can't breathe!" Gaz rolls onto his back, arms clasped over his abdomen.

Soap blusters. "Oh aye, feckin hilarious. How'd ye figure that one out then?"

"When your diet is as bad as yours, there is a need to--"

"Nik! Tha's not--I mean, me and him, how'd'ye get that in yer heid?"

Nik glances between Soap and Ghost like they're pulling one over on him. "The flirting over the radio, you are always together, you are grumpy when apart, you--Captain, you--"

Price blows a puff of smoke towards the roof of the hanger and passes the remains of the cigar over his shoulder. "Nope, nah," he flaps a hand, hiccups, and rolls onto his front like he's about to low-crawl his way out. "You're on your own 'ere, mate, urgh, fuck... Need a slash... then bed."

"Coward," Nik huffs.

"Yep." Price stumbles to his feet, nearly nuts the tail of the helicopter they're sitting near, and hobbles away with a quiet groan, leaving Nik to face down a red-eared Soap and a stoic Ghost; Gaz is cackling into the bottle of bourbon.

"Nah, he's right, time to call it a night. We're up at 0600 for a debrief," Ghost says finally.

Nik frowns. "Lieutenant, I am sorry if I have offended. I have clearly misread the situation, and--"

"Soap got his call sign because he's good at cleaning house; he's quick, accurate," Ghost rolls to his feet with remarkable grace considering his injury and the volume of bourbon currently in his bloodstream, "besides, I would bottom. I have impeccable gut health."

Soap barks a laugh. "Eh, good one, L.T.." Ghost looks at him; it's a lingering, rather hungry gaze that stretches a little beyond their usual homoerotic banter, but he says nothing and turns before Soap can fully digest it. Soap's smile vanishes into wide-eyed bewilderment, and he stumbles to his feet, calling after Ghost with one outstretched hand. "Oi, sir... Ye... Sir, for real? Was that a--? L.T., wait up. Sir!"

Gaz and Nik watch them leave, and once Ghost's plentiful arse and Soap's flailing self are out of sight, Gaz grins. "Hollow points, RVs and relationships, best fixer in the biz. Well played."

Nik grins back and they clink their bottles together. "It was too good an opportunity."

"Excellent form, mate. Is there anythin' you can't fix?"

Nik hums as he swigs his vodka, glancing towards the door that Price had vanished through moments prior. Gaz sighs. "Oh yeah, how's it going with the captain? You taken him on a date yet?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Mate, mate, being between you two when it's just us three on ops is cringe. Not quite as bad as them," Gaz juts his chin after Ghost and Soap, "but fuck me, I could puke."

"I am sorry."

"Don't be. You're an open book. Captain Oblivious needs to open his eyes. Could shoot a gnat's bollocks off at a thousand metres but he misses you chasing his tail like a puppy. It's insane."

Nik huffs. "I have asked Laswell for advice."

"Oh yeah? I bet she loved that."

"She has said he has a phrase... What is it, 'you should not shit where you eat'," Nik says sadly.

"Oof, yeah, that sounds like Price," Gaz pats Nik on the back of the shoulder, "so, what? Calling off the mission?"

"Nyet, never. I am Russian; the pining and heartbreak, it is all part of the romance. But I will only take a happy ending, no tragedy. Price will be mine."

Gaz laughs. "Fair," he raises his bottle in a toast, "to romance and happy endings."

Nik meets Gaz's bottle. "Of all kinds, my brother." He wriggles his eyebrows and Gaz cracks up cackling again.

[ilylovelyz]

levi (romantic) headcannons

just some things i feel levi would do while in a relationship <3

levi would 100% ask you out either because he felt like someone else was going to ask you out or you literally called him out on his "strange" antics

100% he would be blushing intensely and would be sputtering n shit

foo is so shy >.<

omg the look he has when you say yes

he was so shocked

"wait are you serious?"

his face says "yeah whatever 😒" but his body language and the red twinge of his ears says "oh em gee 😣"

but anyways, following you accepting to be his "girlfriend" he'll literally court you wherever

his eyes are now ALWAYS on you, just watching you, and so obviously too

he couldnt watch you as much as he wanted to before you two got together, so now that he can, he's gonna be all up ur ass

he's not necessarily clingy tho, he just likes to be in ur presence, and he'll still consider your personal bubble of space

he doesnt tell anyone, though

as much as he would want to tell every guy within two miles, i would think that you and levi would begin dating when you weren't of a higher position

i.e he was literally YOUR captain

so he would keep quiet about it and the only two people who would know about it would be petra and hange (somehow eren would find about it tho)

he would take you on secret strolls throughout his free time

but obviously he's always busy, so he can rarely do that (much to his dismay)

but you understand, and you can always make up for it by going to his room when he's busy and bringing him a cup of tea or lunch

n'awe lunch dates with levi, he would just take you out to the market, holding your hand, and find something to eat with you

also, he wouldnt call you his "girlfriend"

he thinks the title sounds too immature, esp cuz of his age he feels too old to be saying that

instead he'd call you his partner or lover

also i headcannon his partner would be taller than him (like 5'6-5'8")

he thinks ur height is charming and interesting

but at the same time he feels a little awkward cuz he feels silly when people point out the height difference

usually his partner cuz nobody knows yet

when people DO find out, it's almost a year later 🤦🏽‍♀️ and it's because you were finally promoted to become a captain

everyone is so surprised "like rlly? 😟"

istg he'd only hold your hand literally 2 months into the relationship

his hand would be so sweaty and he'd feel rlly bad cuz he thought it was disgusting but you literally did not care 😭

he WOULD be hugging you earlier than that tho

i feel like he thinks hes bad at hugs but he's actually good at them

his hands are so comforting when he wraps his arms around you because they are at the perfect weight and he somehow knows exactly where to place them

him hugging you is expected early on because he feels like hugging is a great destresser and a good source of comfort (because he's always sad)

omg the first time you two kiss 🫣

you two didnt even kiss, YOU kissed him on the cheek (4 months in) trying to tease him and he literally got red and could not speak without stuttering the rest of the day because he could not stop thinking about it

he'd later find the courage (like a month later) to kiss you back on the cheek and you took it up a notch and kissed him on the lips

he got so shy, could absolutely NOT look you in the eyes

prt 2.

[alannah-corvaine]

ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙʜʏᴜʀ ▶ ᴅᴀʏ 13 ↳   ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ

"You can't bring her here, Jacke!" "What are ye squawkin' about, Stray? It's just some dove what needs a room and a bite o'food. Y'won't even know she's here." "M'not daft, you dunce! I know damn well who that is!" "No. Ye don't." "Half o' LaNoscea knows ye've been cavortin' with the Cross girl since you was babs. An' now the whole family's dead an' here's you bringin' in her that look n'awful lot like—" "V'kebbe." "..." "Ye don't know her. Ye've never seen her before. 'er name's Brina, not nothin' else. Un'erstand me?" "...yer gonna get us all stabbed, you ass. Who knows wot ruffmans is after her." "V'kebbe,please." "Do ye know how much trust yer askin' for?" "...aye, I do." A sigh. "...fine."

Context: the night Brina's family was murdered and Jacke smuggles her into the rogues' den in the Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss. Brina is asleep for this conversation, exhausted from her ordeal.

[stardomyx]

Hello I am the OP on her non-rp blog. Four years was worth the wait! Your content was and is amazing still!

Someone tell me what moisturiser this boi uses smh.

So uh - I’m gay for the way @ask18thcenturyrussia​ portrays the relationship between Ivan and Francis - and I really wanted to draw the latter in pretty, period clothing THEREFORE,, Here we are.

Y’all should go and check out their blog by the way, if you wanna see pretty art…

[officialbruciewayne]

I feel like this accounts mun is like a 19 y/o girl who just started uni. Probably wants to be a literature or history major, maybe bio or genetics. Definitely has big sapphic and/or aromantic vibes

ooc. Who? Me? N'aw.

N'aw. I'm not 19, not a girl most of the time, I've dropped out of university more times than I'll ever admit, I'm a published author, semi-established sub-editor and primarily do independent editing for publication, seventh printed book this year y'all! I love writing for me, but love polishing others just as much.

I love literature and history and biology, but hobbyist strictly. I love them as part of the depth of the universe. There's just so much to know and appreciate in this world.

That said I do have two girlfriends. My partner and I have been with them for five years now. I'm sapphic as hell, but it's a facet of myself.

I do vibe with aromanticism, I've had aromantic experiences, I've been in relationships of varying types of aromantics and it's... intimate and meaningful in a way entirely discrete from romance, but I generally self-describe as alloromantic.

[lastintheserverbox]

Oh, um...

n-nevermind...

[They seem rather dejected now, slumping over at their desk.]

... uh, I think you should go to that place on the note, though... a friend probably left it for you... a really nice friend!

-🦜

"Ah don't mind checkin' it out none."

"Harassing? N'aw, it's just a greetin' party! Nice ta meetcha! It's been...."

[Bo checks the internal clock]

"....18 years?! Gosh. time flies."

"Hmm...Y'know. If'n y'all are accessing emails...do y'know if the other kinitos have access to their users emails? Maybe ah can find Keeley's in here!"

[hanzidanzi]

may i have just a teeny tiny little smooch from mr edge?

also hanzi, i eat your art up every time i see it. i adore your style so so much! it blows me away! so here is a kiss for you, too! *smooch*

A little Edge smooch! 💕 He'll savor every bit of it˜

Oh my! I get smooches too?? And n'aw stahp it, it's not that mind blowing! They are just a couple sketches most of the time :'3

Thank you Meeks, I hope you have a good day!(●//ᵕ//●)

[electricdissonance]

[Rye tipped his hat down in thought. He wasn't sure.]

"Ah...I don't know. That's the thing, 'Nito. I'm worried that...th' others are gonna use something like it to-"

[Rye shook his head]

"N'aw....sorry little guy I'm...im talkin' nonsense. Do... do you think it's real important to open?"

Kinito stilled, a deeply focused look on his face. He wasn't exactly sure what the scarecrow was implying, but it sounded like he was afraid of some sort of consequence - and involving other users here, no less. It was a scary thought. Hadn't he been a good friend so far?

"..._I-I believe so. This is the first time something new has ever appeared on its own in the Web World - I mean, other than things I've created, of course... like the bead curtain to my treehouse..."

[allthingsglittergold]

[ @missingstarter ] yeah. Hug. You're getting hugged Gold. Softly and timidly

"... Hey." Gold murmurs, gently pulling Silver against him. He smiles warmly. "You're okay, Silver."

[thebroccolination]

N'aw. <3

A few days ago, Krist introduced himself at a music event using SOTUS.

It's what he's known for, of course, but a lot of people try to distance themselves from The Thing Everyone Knows Them From. But Krist has always been so, so proud of the part he played in SOTUS changing the industry and, to an extent, the attitude of the country toward queer media and the queer community by extention. He constantly brings it up, happily and proudly, whenever he has the opportunity, even forgoing his current projects in favor of SOTUS. He's just as passionate about keeping it in people's hearts as the fans are.

Even when that White European Dude approached Krist in the airport and legendarily shot his shot, the only work Krist showed him was SOTUS.

And I've seen some people acting like SOTUS was always guaranteed to be a success and that Krist went into it knowing he'd become famous overnight. But GMMTV, on the brink of bankruptcy, just took a random gamble (the way they're still doing now tbh) and it paid off to the point where they could bankroll SOTUS's popularity for years afterward. He and Singto had no idea they were going to become the Kings of Couples. They just auditioned for and accepted roles in a queer university romance story with nothing more than interest in the story and the same hope for success that every actor has. But it wasn't a guarantee by any stretch.

I mean, it's wild to think about how different 2016 was. A different industry, a different country. And I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that Krist and Singto were genuinely brave to star in SOTUS, especially given the amount of scrutiny, invasiveness, homophobia, abuse, and harassment they got at the cost of their success. And they've both always been so joyfully proud of it, it just makes me proud that they so earnestly value what they helped create. <3

This has been another episode of Krist Is Lovely, an ongoing series.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

A young, horny Lambert sets his sights on an older hunk of Witcher beef. CW: age gap, flirtation.

"I'm going for it."

"Lambert, don't be a fucking idiot. They'll laugh at you."

"They might, but he won't. You miss all the chances you don't take, right?"

"Your funeral."

Lambert licked his lips and smoothed his hair back as he stood. He hadn't torn his eyes away from his mark for a single second since said man had swaggered into the hall a few hours before. This was the winter he'd do it. He was a man himself now, which meant he had every chance of bagging himself the hunk of good-lookin' he'd been coveting from the moment his dick had started getting hard at night and hair had appeared on his jaw.

Eskel.

It wasn't just that Eskel had two decades on Lambert or that he was becoming a seasoned witcher. No other Witcher in the keep compared. Sure, some tried. They might step toe to toe during drills or try to outflame Eskel's igni, but they never could. The only one that outmatched Eskel was his pale shadow, Geralt. They even looked a little similar. But cream puff was a fucking bean pole of a man, and that shitty headband...

N'aw, Lambert wanted big. He wanted heat, and honey eyes, and that thatch of dark hair he'd seen on Eskel's barrelled chest in the baths, and that huge fucking d--

"You lost, Lambert?"

Lambert blinked. Gweld, the ginger prick, was frowning at him, ale tankard halfway up to his mouth. The others had paused their card game; Clovis looked drunk, Geralt was slouched back trying to see Clovis' hand and Eskel was watching Lambert speculatively.

Watching, with those honey-coloured eyes that turned Lambert inside out. The words caught in Lambert's throat; shit, fuck, why was he so fuckin' stupid the moment Eskel looked at him?

He took a breath, conscious of Clovis elbowing Gweld with a chuckle, while Geralt looked over with a smirk.

Lambert found his words. He folded his arms, thrust his chest out, widened his stance and put on his best cocky smirk. "Was just wonderin' whether Eskel wanted some better company. You losers can't handle your beer at the best of times."

They laughed. Gweld elbowed Eskel who cocked a half smile, eyes rolling not at Lambert, but his friends, proving Lambert's point. Obviously.

"Is that right?" Geralt asked, amusement turning his narrow face bright with a toothy grin. Lambert had been told that as witchers matured they honed their sense of smell, could identify a man's emotions from his body language, the flush in his skin. Lambert knew Geralt had him sussed. "And what kinda company are you offering?"

"Geralt..." Eskel growled in warning, and it went straight to Lambert's groin. Fucking hells.

"Whatever he wants. I'm a man of many talents."

More laughter--"little man has game, shit; fuck, I'm chokin, too funny"--but Lambert wasn't put off. Eskel's eyes were on him, warming him like the sun. The lines around those eyes were wrinkled with mirth, and damn if that smile wasn't snatching the breath right out of Lambert's chest.

"Does your master know you're out?" Eskel asked, placing his cards face down. He leaned back in his chair and slung his elbow onto the back of it, knee turned out while a hand tapped at his drink.

Lambert tried to keep his eyes level and resist the urge to... look. Eskel's codpiece put on an absolutely fucking heroic effort, but it could only hide so much and that was when Eskel was soft. "What he don't know can't hurt him. No business of his who else is in my bed as long as I am."

Eskel pressed his lips together to smother his smile while the others guffawed. More was said but Lambert didn't really hear; he was too focused on keeping his heart from beating out his chest and appearing suave.

Eskel hummed. "Aren't you a little young to be lookin' for that kinda fun?"

"Worried you won't be able to keep up, old man?" Lambert felt momentum. He could do snark, he could meet Eskel on this well worn ground, toe to toe, and the way Eskel's head tilted to the side and his eyebrow rose. It wasn't a no, right? He looked interested. Amused, but he didn't dismiss Lambert outright.

Gweld slapped Eskel on the shoulder with a bark. "Eskel here's got stories that'd make your balls shrivel up into yer belly, lad. I don't think he's a good choice for yer first ride, best drop your ambitions."

"Fuck off, Gweld," Eskel said, but there was no heat to his words. Just wry amusement.

Geralt snorted into his drink and Clovis made a vulgar gesture with his hand, but before Lambert could respond a familiar voice barked through the hall and sucked all the building sexual tension into a vacuum. "Lambert, get your arse to bed, you missed roll call!"

Lambert clenched his teeth, shoulders lifting towards his ears. For fuck's sake...

Three of the witchers in front of him groaned in mock empathy. "Oof, tough break, Lambino. Cock blocked by Vesemir," Gweld said, shaking his head while Geralt and Clovis snickered. "Don't worry, we've all been there. Ain't that right, Gerbear?"

Geralt guffawed in protest and smacked Gweld on the shoulder. It quickly devolved into a wrestling match on the floor, one which Gweld was definitely going to lose. Eskel watched them briefly before he looked back at Lambert. "Another time perhaps," he said, toasting Lambert with his ale. "G'wan, before he decides the target dummies are a little light on straw."

Lambert grunted, frustrated, but stalked away. He'd made inroads, and the way Eskel's eyes had shone, and that crooked grin. Eskel hadn't outright rejected him, hells, he'd--well, that smile... Eskel didn't smile at everyone like that.

Lambert laid in bed with that smile behind his eyes and a hand under the sheets, determined that it would be Eskel's instead of his own by winter's end.

[ilylovelyz]

twinkle twinkle

so ive noticed that w mappa, they kinda pretty much redesigned levi and gave him sum more details

i love it so much

they made his body like more visibly his age and more like accurate right

like they made his face more rounder, and his body more built

and ive noticed that they made his chest more plump 😏

and im just like imagining laying down w him, cuddling, and all the sudden just putting ur hand up his shirt and teasing with his nipples <3

humming lightly you caress and run your fingers through his black locks, occasionally twirling it along your index. he was currently in between your legs, his back to your abdomen. he was content, feeling comfortable being near his lover and was very into the interesting book he was reading.

he was so into the book that he didn't notice you stopped mindlessly playing with his hair. it was only when your hands were slipping under his grey sweater and sliding up his bare torso did he hum in acknowledgement.

"just playin' with ya'," you said with a smirk, hands slowing crawling up his abs, before making their way to his pecs. normally, he wouldn't consider this out of the ordinary. you would praise his body from time to time, maybe sometimes touch his muscles/abs in awe. however, this time, your hands weren't caressing his abs.

his eyes widened with surprise when your index finger lightly poked his nipple. "what are you-" he muttered before you interrupted him, "jus' relax." he felt his cheeks warm up when you began to get more aggressive with them, going so far to squeeze his pecs as if they were female breasts.

his book was long forgotten, spewed out on the side of the bed, hand dropping it in favor of covering his mouth so you wouldn't hear his embarrassing shy moans.

"you're so sensitive~" you tease with a smile. your right hand comes up to massage his right pec while your left squeezes and pulls at his left nipple. "almost like a girl," you giggle, laughing when after a few rough squeezes at his pecs, mushing them around and forcing them to be squeezed together so they create a little valley, did his face just turn entirely red. he looked so pretty.

"n'awe are you cryin'?" you feign with innocence, taking notice of his tearful eyes. he refuses to answer any of your questions, hand still covering and restricting his slutty moans.

his eyes roll back when he cums inside his pants, too drowned in bliss to care about your mean and unforgiving giggles and laughs.

[femboty2k]

:0 new pfp!! it looks so cute!! ^w^

n'aw thanks! its one of my emoots I edited into a PFP