#OH WELL TOO LATE

[hipsternumbertwo]

I love this trio

[secretlyscraptrap]

sug cars!! (no inv cuz im still figuring them out)

[okartichoke]

... i decapitated him

woah

[cadaverbrut]

mARTch 2025 Day 20: Love

I…couldn’t come up with anything groundbreaking for today’s prompt. So, slutty Bruce it is 🥸

[cinimuffin]

[askuemki]

last doodle before i cry abt school but i was pleasantly surprised pony nail polish existed :)

[microwave-core]

that time of year again

[deci-doodles]

Made this coz why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[neetily]

me as soon as i make a poll: ah fuck, i should have included xyz option.

[inkedmoth]

WIP Tag Game

@esta-elavaris tagged whoever wanted to play and I am always down to clown!

Rules: You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

This looked SO fun and immediately became "oh my god I can't find a single paragraph starting with these letters" so now I'm gonna inflict this suffering on others!

Word Esta gave:

CHOICE

C – Chapter 8 from Hell or High Water

Curls of hair framed her face, and even with the stain of sweat and orc blood, she gleamed golden in the low light of his washroom. Thorongil’s breath hitched, heart lurching along with it. Rhysnuar’s aqua blue eyes were scarcely inches from his own, widening slightly in surprise at their proximity, her breath feathering across his lips and jaw as she exhaled shakily. He could only watch in growing alarm, as her cheeks flushed, and her eyes dropped to his lips. With a mental yank, Thorongil turned his head to the side, breaking eye contact and shattering whatever moment had threatened to happen between them. Rhysnuar seemed to jolt at his reaction, eyes darting away and face beginning to redden as she pushed back away from him.

H – Chapter 1 of the the Falconer AU I’m yet to post

Had Rhosynel’s words gotten through to him? Hopefully. “Fine,” Boromir muttered, and relief flooded through her. “One more kiss?” By the Valar the Captain was bargaining with her. Technically Rhosynel should say no, should decline, should push him away with some blithe comment. She’d stolen his purse, lead him on, gotten into a scrap with his men, then broken into his quarters to return that damned purse. And then, to top it all off, been caught by the same man she’d been trying to avoid. For all sense and purposes, Rhosynel should decline, and then leave. Quickly. Before his tipsy-drunkenness wore off, and he decided to arrest her instead. But it wasn’t the word ‘no’ that left her mouth. “One.”

O – O is a hard one to find, but here’s a snippet from the impulsive Healer AU one-shot

One of his hands moved, skimming up Rhosynel’s back, along her spine, to settle at the nape of her neck. The simple motion had goosebumps rippling in its wake, had her dragging in a shaky breath, all but arching into the gentle touch as her eyes fell half shut. It was entirely unsurprising when Boromir’s lips sought out hers in turn. Soft, cautious, gentle in their movement, not forcing her to follow his lead but more than welcoming as her head tilted to allow better access. His fingers trailed through the fine hair at the base of her skull, toying with the stands that had broken free from her practical bun. The feather light touch had a shiver running through her body, and Rhosynel exhaled shakily against Boromir’s lips.

I – Inked Stained Quills (A smut one shot I’m too cowardly to post)

“I was doing, my best, to help,” she retorted between gasps for breath, forearms braced against the desk, as her back arched against him. “But you’re more interested in making a mess of your desk!” “Fuck the desk.” “Not me?” Rhosynel asked being deliberately obtuse. “Then I better leave you two alo—” The noise that left Boromir’s throat was little more than a snarl, and Rhosynel had the feeling he was done with her games. A feeling, which was immediately confirmed, by the fact he lurched to his feet, gripped her hips, and with an alarming amount of strength, flipped her around. Rhosynel’s back slammed down onto the desktop, barely padded by the parchments he’d piled up during the day, closely followed by Boromir’s forearms bracketing her head.

C – From Chapter 46 of On Swift Wings

Cut by her own fucking sword. Already she could feel the hot rivulets of blood, could feel it soaking her hand and making the grip on her blade precarious. The Uruk was snarling, teeth bared, free hand pressed to its throat, but it was unsteady on its feet. Almost as unsteady as herself. She could use that. It lunged, and she shifted to the side, her own blade skimming past her. Rhosynel seized the Uruk’s wrist, twisted into its space till her shoulders struck its chest, and then heaved.

E – A certain something planned for Hell or High Water 👀

“Either let me leave… or invite me to stay.” His eyes were roving across her face, far too keenly, far too intently. Whatever he was looking for, Thorongil must have found it, as he nodded slightly to himself, and his hands left the door. It seemed he’d made his choice. A distraction would have been pleasant, but apparently, not to be. Tension drained from Rhysnuar’s shoulders with a quiet sigh, resigning herself to a night of lonely restlessness, of anxieties, of fears over what the future may bring. What he said next, however, drove that from her mind. “Stay.” The word was murmured softly, as Thorongil’s fingers traced across her jaw and he closed the gap between them.

Tagging @erathene @fishing4stars and @maccreadysbaby and giving you the word

SWIFT

good luck 😂

[cowboyskeletons]

day 1: locked in

(prompt list: @creep-tober)

[silantryoo]

I know enchanted yn last name is kwon but my brain kept going for jessica jung for some reason and now that anon talked about yuri and my yulsic ass now created a whole thing about yn being yulsic's secret daughter but also a daughter of a messy sapphic divorse and-

2024 marks 10 years since jessica left (allegedly) snsd idk how to feel about it but definitely nothing less than shambles

DO YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO 😭😭 ARE YOU MENTALLY OKAY 😭😭 /j

[peepee-poopoo-lord]

hello i am sending this to my moots that i’ve interacted with the most lately i need human interaction

Yeah me too tbh how are doing?

[thelastsirenssong]

Tonight I think of fighter Bakugou. I think of his bloody knuckles knocking on your door and you opening it and staring at his bruised face. His jaw is swollen something fierce and his cheek is cut up and the wind is blowing in cool autumn air, and the scent of iron, while he stares you down, and doesn't say a word.

"Can I help you?" And it's almost laughable, your question- you're sure you at least have bacitracin for that gash on his cheek that is hardly covered by the oversized banger on his face, but he frowns, something that brings you to step out of the doorway, and that brings him forward, into your home, where the lights are dim, and the air smells of fresh laundry: towels that you were folding, before he interrupted your important Saturday night plans.

"No."

But he's in your doorway, staring down the hall, looking like his next opponent is just feet away in the darkness, and you cower from him, laugh nervous and on edge, as you scan the room for your phone and god where did you leave it.

"Anyone come through here tonight?" He should know that no one has, because your couch cushions are only disturbed in one place, and only one blanket is draped hastily over them, and because ever since moving to this city, the only faces you see more often than his are those of your coworkers, and only during working hours. But he asks anyway- and you answer in kind, because of course you do- he's made sure you feel comfortable enough to, every time.

"No, Bakugou, just you, no one else is coming here this- this late, god it's almost midnight. What are you doing here?" He huffs, and the sound is strange, you realize his nose is bruised up too and you sigh, heavy and labored, tucking your toes further into your socks for more warmth and stepping out of the breeze from the door.

"Come- come on I mean if you're gonna be here get in, come on. It's so fucking cold out there."

"It's colder in here," he scoffs, shuffling in- something most be wrong with his leg- and his arms, you can't see from the bomber he's wearing but his shoulders are rolled forward, completely unlike his normal posture. He looks like a lion after a gruesome hunt, like this. A predator's limping victory.

"It is," you say, "but I have blankets." You toss one to him, that he catches and sets right back down on the couch as you frown at him.

"What, what's up?"

"Using your shower," he grunts, and your eyes shoot up, god why doesn't he ask for permission-

"My what-?"

"Mine's fucked, something about the water line, I dunno my landlord is being a piece of shit about it."

"Is he who you fought?" You ask haughtily, and he snorts softly, something that seems to hurt him, but that he does regardless, his eyes on your towels.

"No but the fucker's next,"

"Please do not make violent threats in my apartment-"

"I'm gonna break his spine in half-"

"Over water, Bakugou?"

"And the fuckin' rent's up maybe I should break every vertebrate-"

"Okay-"

"I'm in fuckin med school I know where every one is at-"

"So impressive and so unnecessary please don't kill you landlord- or at least don't plan it here-"

"I've got no other fuckin' options at this point-"

"Just move you fucking moron-"

"Watch your mouth." His eyes glint, every other inch of him is red as his eyes as he stares you down, playful fire licking at you, and you quell the theatrics, crossing your arms and going silent to humor him, but your brows remain up in retribution, and he scoffs again, shaking his hurting head, despite how he shouldn't.

"Move where. This dingy place?"

"Rents cheaper here," comes your shrugged response, and he watches you, hand on his hip.

"At least the water works." He grunts. "For now."

"Yeah so think about it but no more- mpromptu showers here I'm sure they'll let you out of your lease you've had so many noise complaints-"

"The walls are fucking thinner than my patience how's that shit my fuckin' fault-"

"-ohmygod you really are bleeding. Do you need stitches?" The wound on his cheek is soaking through his bandage, and seems to show no signs of slowing down. He presses his hand to his face, seemingly oblivious to the sensation of blood collecting at the edges of the bandage.

"You should see the other guy," is his only retort, a gruff one that ends with him turning tail on you as he walks into the bathroom, and you scowl as you make to follow.

"I'd rather not I think I'd fucking faint."

"I said watch your mouth." He whirls on you then, and he reminds you with one step that even with his broken posture he is a victor, and you back up on instinct, falling back into the couch with little grace.

"Well- I- okay here just-" you throw a towel to him, that he still manages to catch deftly, despite his injuries, eye contact with you never broken. "Just shower and- there's no hope for that towel it's just- gonna get blood on it, f- okay, just- shower, and I'll find gauze. And bandages. And antiseptic. And my mind. I'm sure they're all... scattered around here. Somewhere."

He watches you for a moment then, another snort leaving him heated with scorn as he turns back around, shirt going over his head for you to observe his shoulder blades, patches of bruises of varying colors littering his skin, darkening under a myriad of pape scars. He disappears into your bathroom, and you think he doesn't hear the shaky sign you let out.

But he does.

[everchanging-cryptid]

just started watching Umbrella Academy ( I’m on episode one) and I have 3 things to say

Klaus is very gender

5 is a mood

I hope to God nobody simps for the army knife guy, he’s a jerk

I Will return with more info later ig when I watch more of the show

[lavishedlilacs]

I just realized that.

following rp blogs. With a username “Lavishedlilacs”

And a blog theme

of LILAC COOKIE.

PROBABLY ISNT THE BEST IDEA