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[whysoblue2]

A slight delay!

Unfortunately, I won't be able to post the next chapter as planned over the weekend. I will be away from the computer for a few days starting tomorrow, which means I can't finish writing. Since this chapter is also getting longer than I expected, means the editing will take a while too... SO SORRY! It'll be up next week at the latest! Don't worry I will also answer everyone and thank you for your patience!

Here, have a WIP doodle of a disappointed Heket in the meanwhile 😭💙 Queen don't judge me, please!

[faustinio27]

Happy Birthday Faustine

TRACEYYYYY AAAAH THANK UUU 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙💙💙💙 I didn’t except any gifts aaaah and what’s better than Faustine being accepted by the kitty cat? 😭😭😂 thank you so much I love it ✨️

[11queensupreme11]

Aaand finally, 4 memes dedicated just for our loser!! In celebration of FINALLY getting screentime with our other favorite loser

I love him sm, you dont even know. I didnt even know this man before reading ur fic. Ive never read the ror manga before, yet ive fallen in love w ur version of him cuz u just made him soooo 💙💙 (and it also helped that hes also mad hot in every picture ive seen of him ahdajsdas) idk how to express what i feel in a coherent manner bro 😭 hes probably my top 3, top 4 if beelie starts warming up to me again but it would still be a VERY small gap. He is such bbg husband-material. 

Sorry for yapping with each ask. I just feel like if i smash my thoughts into one ask, i feel like i wont make sense IYKWIM, i just have so many things to gush abt in ur fic everytime i come back and i need to thank u for making it, queenn 💙. Gl to ur finals!!

THE ONE WHERE THEY FALL OVER 😭😭😭😭

THEY'RE SUCH LOSERS I LOVE IT

and about that first one.... i'm guessing the target is anthonius right???? ohhhhh dude you have no idea how true that first meme is gonna become later on hehehehehehe

[msjarvis]

🥹🥹🥹🥹

Your Javi has the ability to always make me emotional… 😭

He would do anything for his children. The best dad ever… 🥰

Gawd I love this family so much!!!! 😍😍😍

Thank you for sharing another wonderful moment with us, Dearest!! ✨���✨

Inés just broke something in the house, what does hubby and wife say????

Mess (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Such a fun writing project, tysm. I missed them terribly! 

Summary: Inés breaks a lamp. Javier has the scare of his life.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: Family dynamics, Javier POV, fluff, hurt/comfort, i write to fix my own trauma 

Word count: 1.8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52937182/chapters/137384134

Mess

The stack of folded clothes is growing taller whilst the laundry basket on the double bed is emptying out. Javier is enjoying a weekend with time to get housework done before midterms begin at the local college. He is nervous about guiding his students through the exams for the first time since starting his job as a teacher, feeling like he has only just begun his life as an educator and the responsibilities are overwhelming. You’ve sweetly encouraged him each time he’s voiced his concerns to you, told him that his class is lucky to have him whenever he has mumbled about nerves over dishes or during goodnight kisses. 

With your support, he has found that prepping for the exams is best done accompanied by mindless work and he has gone through several tasks on the list saved in his head; groceries have been bought, gutters have been cleaned, and two full baskets of children’s clothes have been washed and dried. He doesn’t want to admit to you that he thinks about the theories behind criminal behavior while folding Sebastian’s tiny socks. 

You are outside with the boys, enjoying the last months of your pregnancy with a book in your lap, laying in the hammock under the large trees. He checks on the three of you often, spotting that you have put down the book as you sway gently to substitute it with watching your children with a hand on your rounded belly. Lucas smiles brightly as he has Sebastian waddling hurriedly after him on the newly mowed grass. The soles of their feet will be green when they come inside later, marking the floorboards that he has just vacuumed but he doesn’t mind. It is evidence of fun, of love and joy. Messes equals life.

Inés is the only one who refuses to go outside. Her giggles and chatter floated up the stairs not too long again, blending with her little feet making the floorboards creak as she paced around with her hobby horse. It offers a rare kind of comfort to be able to hear her having fun while he packs clothes away into dressers and drawers. 

Until he doesn’t hear it anymore. Instead, it is a sudden crash that comes from downstairs and makes Javier tense up. He freezes to listen for her voice calling for him but only silence follows the loud noise. 

“Inés?” He calls. No answer. The t-shirt that he is in the middle of folding falls to the bed and his heartbeat quickens. 

He walks to the open door of the bedroom, grabs the doorframe, and leans out of it to listen again. He calls her name a second time, this time a little louder and more insistently, but there’s still no response. 

In his chest, his heart has started to pound enough for him to be able to hear it in his ears. Many thoughts go through his head at the sound of silence from the living room, firstly images of broken furniture but then finally the picture of his daughter who has fallen and hit her head. Why hadn’t he paid closer attention to her? Why hadn’t he checked on her sooner? 

He is out the door before he even realizes that he is moving, barrelling down the stairs and taking it two steps at a time. Fuck, maybe he could have prevented disaster if he had gone downstairs the second she had gone quiet. He raises his voice without thinking, knuckles whitening as he grips the banister, “Inés? Answer me now!”

When he stumbles into the living room, he first notices the broken lamp, a shattered bulb lying beside the ceramic base on the wooden floor but with no blood on the shards. Next to it, Inés’ hobby horse lies discarded like it has been thrown in a panicked hurry. He furrows his brow, scanning the room to find her. 

When he spots her through the doorway to the dining room, crouched down under the table, relief floods him. She isn’t hurt, no sign of even a scratch on her, but then he sees the way she has her knees pulled up to her chest and her eyes are fixated on the broken lamp. 

She’s scared not of the crash, he realizes, but of him; his shouting, his loud footsteps, the way he had said her name. She looks like she is bracing herself for trouble - more specifically the anger and disappointment in his voice - and she’s covering her ears with little, trembling hands in a way that is unsuccessful in keeping out noise. The sight of her terrified face makes Javier remember the feeling of being unfairly scolded for accidents horribly well, and his heart sinks.

He walks calmly into the dining room, not even thinking about the broken lamp anymore, and kneels on the floor. With his hands on his thighs, he takes a deep breath to steady himself, “Inés, I’m not mad at you. I just want to know if you’re okay, baby.”

His daughter lifts her gaze to meet his eyes. His chest constricts at the sight of the tears in Inés’ wide eyes, threatening to fall down her cheeks. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, still immovable. 

“Are you hurt?” He asks softly. 

“I didn’t mean to break it,” she answer in a whisper and shakes her head. She’s always so bold, hilarious, and mischievous but she’s so clearly hiding from him, trying to decide if it’s safe to come out or not. 

“I know you didn’t, mija (my daughter),” he reassures and moves slowly until he holds both hands out to her, palms open towards the ceiling, “It’s just a lamp, okay? Come here, I’m not mad. Just let me take a look at you.”

Javier can only imagine how fast her heart is beating in her chest right now, knowing that he hurried down here with his own racing heartbeat. She must be dizzy from the anxiety just as he is disoriented by his adrenaline. He gestures gently at her, beckoning her to him. 

“I didn’t mean to,” she repeats quietly.

“Lo sé (I know),” he offers her a little reassuring smile, shifting to sit cross-legged on the floor instead, “Can you come out, please?”

With hesitant steps, she moves from under the table and walks straight to him. He expects that he has to ask for a hug but just as she comes to a halt in front of him, she collapses into his arms like they are a harbor in a storm. He squeezes her tightly. 

“I thought you were mad at me, Papá,” she hiccups as her tears wet his shirt. He rests his chin on top of her head, his broad palm stroking her small back. 

“Not at all, baby. You just scared me is all. You didn’t answer and I thought you were hurt,” he explains while pressing gentle kisses to her hair. He inhales slightly, sighing at the way his baby girl smells of love to him. 

“I’m sorry,” she says and practically crawls into his lap. 

“It’s okay,” he replies, cradling her in the same manner as he has done since the day she was placed in his arms for the first time, “It’s just a lamp. Mamá and I can just get a new one but we can’t get a new you.”

“Will you tell her?” She pulls back to look up at him with huge, wet eyes. 

He nods, using his thumb to swipe at the tears on her face, “Yes, I will have to tell her but Mommy doesn’t care about the lamp either. I promise. We care about you. I’ll also tell her that you gave Daddy the scare of his life and made him run down the stairs like a crazy person.”

A tiny, hesitant giggle escapes her and he feels another wave of relief wash over him. She finally smiles and her voice is more steady now, “Silly.”

“Very silly,” he agrees with a smile and runs a palm over her head, threading his fingers through her hair, “But you know what’s not silly though?”

“What?”

“If anything like this ever happens again - if you break something or you get scared - I want you to call for me instead of hiding underneath the furniture. Just say ‘Papá, I need you’ and I’ll be there, okay?” 

She only hesitates for a moment but then nods thoughtfully, “Okay.”

“And hey, te quiero tanto (I love you so much).”

“I love you too, Daddy,” she says, no hesitation this time. 

The two of them stand up from the floor to look at the broken lamp on the floor. Inés makes an uncomfortable face, reaching for Javier’s hand. He holds her hand in his palm, “How about we tell Mom together?” 

“Now?” She widens her eyes but she isn’t crying anymore. 

“Yes now. Watch your feet, alright?” He waits for her to initiate the first step towards the door to the garden. Her eyes are firmly on the floor as they pass the broken ceramic shards. 

Outside, Javier's face is warm in the afternoon sun. There’s a buzz in the air from the cicadas’ singing and the laughter from his two sons. He and Inés find you in the hammock, the book still discarded as you watch your children with fondness but this time, you’ve switched to sitting. 

However, as they approach, your eyebrows knit together when you spot Inés' apprehensive look. You carefully plant your feet on the ground, asking, “Is everything okay?”

Javier glances at his daughter, “Inés has something she wants to tell you.”

She fidgets for a few seconds, looking down at her feet, but when she feels Javier’s hand on her shoulder, she looks up with determination. She confesses quietly but her voice doesn’t waver, “I broke the lamp. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Inés, baby,” your expression softens instantly. With a gentle touch, you brush a strand of hair out of your daughter’s face, “Are you okay? You’re not hurt?”

She shakes her head, “I’m okay. Daddy said you wouldn’t get mad but it is messy all over the floor.” 

“You’re okay and that’s all that matters,” your gaze flickers to Javier, a look warmer than the sun in your eyes. He feels his heart nearly leap out of his chest but he catches himself in interrupting the moment between you. You continue, “Daddy and I don’t mind messes, do we? As long as everyone is okay.”

“Yes,” Inés nods in grateful understanding. 

“How about you sit here with Mommy while I clean the floor?” Javier finally suggests, “Then the living room will be as good as new and you can play in there again?”

“Yes, please,” she says politely, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats. 

“Okay,” you chime in and kiss him softly on the mouth before he heads into the house once more. 

Yes, messes mean life, and Javier is lucky enough to live in a world where life also means love.

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[loves2spwge]

they just want to be one...

commissions @jolyonvane did for me where i asked if he could please please please make stan look as desperate and exhausted as he usually does but is being kept together by all his love for his sbf kyle

[dilfmobius]

LOKI 2x05 | "Science/Fiction"

[faunandfloraas]

a seungift for @sesuavity ♡

[ziracona]

Thank you! I am a fast writer but a slow reader so I’m sorry I won’t be quick 😭 but I am always down for some good partyom and excited to read more! Also your comments on my stuff mean the world TuT💙 thank u

Uhg I’m fucking miserable

The dialogue writer and voice actor really both performing at 1000% here. Stupid, stupid, stupid man.

His “Why couldn’t you just join us” amidst the insults and complaints, the egging you on, the insults. The fucking “he’s not angry. Not red at all. Just sad.” The fact that they had the little dark one call hostile ‘red’ since it’s the color he sees. With Pavel and the main enemy faction being reds. For the line ‘he’s not red at all. Just sad.’ Christ. Egging you on to kill him and miserably fighting to the death. Stupid, stupid man.

I hate it. His begging and calling you his friend and confused and terrified in the hell of damned souls, and begging to just be killed if you start to leave him. The using the knife he gave you when you first met and escaped together and holding it to his neck every time you fight him. The tenderness of putting the gas mask filter on him while he’s unconscious and pulling him close to look at his face and lifting and kind of sitting him up

Christ

The Pavel being saved by you when they’re going to hang him to death when you’re escaping the reich and you waking him from the ghosts to put his mask on and saving his life when you’re friends, and then putting a mask filter on his unconscious body to keep him breathing one last time, if you forgive him.

The parallel of Artyom destroying the dark ones out of love for his home and duty and fear, convinced it was the right thing in that moment, and being a mass murderer trying desperately and miserably to find some kind of redemption in Last Light, and Pavel being a red line major who betrays you and then uses a bio weapon and wipes out an entire depot of civilians out of duty and love for his home and fear, convinced it was the right thing in that moment, trying desperately and miserably to end things with you. Forgiving him, forgiving yourself, in a game about if people deserve to be forgiven or can or should or will be regardless of it. Taking care of this little baby dark one whose people you wiped out. I’m losing my mind. And that whole level leading up to it, you can or can not listen to it ask you not to kill other mutant creatures. It explaining what they’re doing and why to try and stop you from killing. And going “I don’t understand.” for the first time. “I don’t understand. He’s not red at all. Just sad.” and for the first time Artyom can so easily understand that. Because it’s a human, broken, familiar contradiction. It’s his first journal entry in the game. The sadness at being told to go kill this baby, the guilt and worry he was wrong, but going to do it anyway because of duty. Just sad.

And they set it in Dead City.

[quinngefail]

Pssst... Especially for you;]

(i love them very much)

OOOOJGHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[xbraveheartx]

Still drives me absolutely bonkers thinking about the moment you first start to change and become human in Lies of P, is the moment after you fight Romeo and go back to the hotel. Sophia notes you don’t look so good after she mentions the necklace Romeo had— the one that says “To Romeo from your friend C”. It visibly affects you and you’re not sure why just yet.

Where only after that, you hear Romeo’s voice whisper “Carlo” and suddenly you have physically changed. Your hair is longer, your shoulders are broader, you have physically been altered because encountering Romeo and hearing him say that name awakened something deep within you that wants out.

And the menu screen where your very heart sits is now the Opera House in flames with a bundle of white stargazer flowers sitting beside it.

Bonkers, man— BONKERS!!

[nnnneeev]

*rings doorbell* *rings doorbell* *rings doorbell* *rings doorbell* *rings doorbell*

HELP MEEEEE HJHFKHSDKF I LOVE THIS LMAO

i'll give you... this! it's a spell that should protect you from any evil >:D just recite it in front of your enemy and let him do the rest of the work😉👌

ref:

[merry-andrews]

OH MY GOSH IT'S THE PRETTIEST GIF EVER!!!!!!!! @vergeltvng I LOVE YOUUUU!!!!!😭😭😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 IT'S SOOOO GORGEOUS AND LOVELY AND GGGRRRRRRR SO SO PRECIOUS!!!!! I ADORE IT WITH ALL MY HEART!!! OH MY GOD I DON'T DESERVE SUCH A CUTE GIFT!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!😭😭😭😭🥺🥺💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜

I'm the upgrade. @homelander-rp-blog

[skullsandcorals]

Perachel Bingo again (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)❤️💙

Hosted by @percy-and-rachel-events 💥!!!

• Prompt: Hairbrush

Perachel kid (Violetta/Vi) design by @punchable-panda (except way younger 🥹) 💙🩷💙

(click for better quality if you're on the mobile app. do not repost.)

Family Bonding 💜╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯💜

Art without text 🫶

[inkedberries]

lined comms for yamagucci200 on twt of their characters💙

[murdleandmarot]

Bluebelle and her music box :)

[yunamiudon]

The End of the War !!

My codywan piece I did for New Beginnings by @thecodywanzine. Thank you for all the hard work!

(Actually, this was a re-drawing of a piece I did two years ago. I decided to draw this cuz I thought the end of the war is the beginning of their new days.)