#Thanks hon!

[fistfuloflightning]

Oh! Oh! Can I request a MoShen? A single moshen drawing to cure my ailments and water mine crops? (Love your art)

I couldn’t resist the weirdly wholesome stepfamily au @absolmon got me thinking about, so hope you don’t mind bby binghe hitching a ride with his dads

[inkdrawndreamer]

Size differences

Hattercrow is a fun one for size difference Jon is usually lanky and enormous with the exception of BTAS, where he's short and Jervis is built like a brick shithouse.

Nothing quite as entertaining as old men with terrible posture. I'm partial to both versions, but I tend to make Jervis shorter when I draw them.

[savage-rhi]

If you’re wanting a request from the “trauma” prompt list, how about “Is there anything I can do to help?” For Ardyn x Reader

@blossom-adventures coming up! 💙

There was not a single day that passed that Ardyn didn't think about Aera. She was as much a part of him as air was to his lungs; a lifeforce that was needed to sustain what was left of him as a man. That didn't mean the memories of her weren't painful.

Most days Ardyn could handle the trauma of her death. He had no control over her actions, and therefore couldn't have spared Aera the blow of Somnus's sword. She chose to put herself in the line of fire. When Ardyn really thought hard about the day he lost everything, it dawned on him that if Somnus hadn't killed her, Ardyn himself would've. Both brothers were more than determined to rip the other in half. Gods be damned if anyone tried to stop it. Neither of them could be reasoned with once the last straw broke.

The what ifs of the circumstance plagued Ardyn more so than the memory. Accompanied by the 2,000 years worth of hallucinations, and Bahamut rubbing salt in the wound, Ardyn's usual tricks to remain present fell on deaf ears. He called out of work. His duties as chancellor could wait while he tried to regain control.

Ardyn paced around his chambers for most of the day. He would sit down every so often, carding his fingers through his hair. Muscles tensing as flashbacks and the smell of blood heavily lingered in his mind and heart. He was spinning away, unraveling the persona he had worked hard to maintain while working for Niflheim. Soon enough he was screaming at himself. Blaming his misfortunes on the Gods and his own shortcomings as a healer and a man. He had failed so many people who loved him.

Hours later, Ardyn was sitting at the edge of his bed. His amber eyes looked out the window to the city. The sun was setting upon Gralea. The night would come, and he'd be able to roam without feeling the burn of the rays upon the scourge that dwelled under his skin. He felt hollow.

"Ardyn?" Y/N's voice called out. His eyes widened for a split second before turning his head.

"Hm?"

"The food you ordered, it's ready."

"I see." Ardyn replied. He focused his eyes again on the sunset. Ignoring Y/N's footsteps as they approached him.

"I heard you didn't go to work," Y/N began while they stood close to the bed and minded his space. "The staff we're wondering if you were alright."

An unamused chuckle left him. "I'm sure the staff were very much delighted my presence was missing. I'm aware of my less than stellar reputation."

Y/N made a face. "I'm not lying. People were wondering if you were sick."

"Why do you work for me?" Ardyn changed the subject. Not wanting to hear he happened to be today's gossip in court. His eyes closed in on Y/N, gaze narrowing.

"You took a chance on me when the others wouldn't," Y/N was taken back by his sudden question, but answered honestly. "It's been an honor serving you. Helping around where I can, making sure you stay on task. It beats scavenging for food out of garbage on the street. You may have given me work, but I chose to work with you."

Chose. Ardyn thought to himself.

"And why would you do something so ridiculous?" Ardyn countered. His eyes continued to study Y/N, watching carefully as they stepped closer to him.

"Because I can tell beneath your bullshit you're miserable," Y/N said sarcastically "Misery loves company."

Ardyn smirked at the comment. He shook his head and sighed. "I could have you hanged for talking to me in such a manner."

"Well, good luck finding anyone else to do your laundry and secretary work. Word of mouth at Zegnautus Keep is you've outworn your welcome with personal retainers."

There was a long pause before Y/N furrowed their brows and decided to get to the heart of the issue, sensing Ardyn wasn't himself.

"I know you don't exactly care for people, but is there anything I can do to help?"

"Why would I need your help?"

"You're trembling."

Ardyn was puzzled at first, then looked down at his hands that were resting atop his knees. Sure enough, his fingertips were quaking.

"So it would seem."

"Ardyn--"

"Y/N, join me."

"What?"

"Sit by my side."

"Ok..." Y/N furrowed their brows. The request was an odd one, but they complied. There was some hesitance before they took a seat upon the mattress. Their right leg was pressed to Ardyn's left. Y/N turned their head, watching while Ardyn stared forward and blinked a few times.

"Do you know what loss is?"

Y/N didn't answer right away. Their mind combed through the many experiences they had regarding the subject.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"How do you personally handle the nonsense that comes with it?"

"That's...not an easy thing to answer but," Y/N bit the inside of their lip while thinking it over. "I remind myself the feelings I have, are not permanent. I try to connect with others where I can, especially if I'm dealing with a passing. Not that it's my business, did someone close die today? Is that why you were absent?"

Ardyn glared, casting his gaze elsewhere. "You can say that."

"I'm sorry--"

"Don't be. I don't need the pity."

Y/N refrained from saying anything else, deciding to let Ardyn to take the wheel of the conversation. Given what little they understood regarding his predicament, the last thing he needed was someone telling him what to do. Y/N couldn't recall there being anyone Ardyn was close with in Gralea. Then again he had his secrets. There was a reason he was a man of a million rumors amongst Niflheim citizens.

"Y/N," Ardyn sighed and put his left hand upon Y/N's right knee. He nearly withdrew, feeling them tense from the touch but remained upon seeing they weren't afraid. "Would it be too much trouble to ask for a distraction?"

"No, it wouldn't be a problem." Y/N shook their head. Their eyes briefly glanced at his hand. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a rather odd request but--" Gods, he was really going to do this. "Would it be alright if I embraced you?"

"You're asking me for a hug?" Y/N couldn't help but let out a small laugh. That was the last thing they ever expected a man such as himself to say.

"You're right, it's pathetic." Ardyn sighed.

"No, no it's not." Y/N grimaced, realizing how callous their tone must've come across. "I just--it was--unexpected, but I have no problem with that. Are you okay with this though?"

"Beg pardon?"

"I mean--you're the chancellor, and I'm kinda at the bottom of the food chain. Is this appropriate?"

Ardyn smiled a little, shaking his head. "It's only inappropriate if I deem it so. In public, it would be another matter entirely. Alas we don't have an audience therefore it's not an issue to begin with."

"Alright, well--" Y/N gestured out with their arms and shrugged before settling them. A small smile graced their mouth. "I'm ready when you are."

Ardyn rolled his eyes albeit in an amused manner. He let the awkward energy between himself and Y/N settle down before making his move. Slowly, and with consideration, Ardyn wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist. He pulled their body into his, leaning his head against theirs. A nervous swallow came and went. Realizing this was the first time in almost 2,000 years since he had hugged anyone. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first, until a feeling of calm began to tide over. He was grounding again, little by little.

Y/N hesitated before wrapping their arms around Ardyn's body, pressing their cheek more into his chest. He seemed to be emboldened by that for they could feel his other hand atop of their head. His fingertips carding against their scalp. This went on for a while. Both remaining still in each other's presence.

"What are you thinking about?" Y/N asked quietly.

"A million things," Ardyn admitted. "And how I used to hold her like this."

Y/N hummed in response. There was a lot they wanted to ask Ardyn regarding the person he had lost. From his cadence, it sounded like it had been years since he had spoken to her. An ex perhaps? It was difficult to be certain, but Y/N knew it wasn't their place to pry. Ardyn would tell them when he was ready, if he ever was.

"She was lucky to have someone powerful like you that cared," Y/N reassured. "And I'm sure she was lovely."

Powerful. Ardyn thought bitterly to himself. He didn't feel so strong recalling the glazed look Aera had while she died in his arms. Even with the scourge and his immortality, Ardyn felt weak like any other man. He was tired. Tired of playing a role in the Gods grand theater. It would be over soon. He had to have patience.

The thoughts drifted away the longer he held onto Y/N. They were alive. He was holding a living person right now, and not the corpse of his beloved. No harm had come to them. The creature comfort of the thought was enough to calm him considerably.

"Yes, she truly was." Ardyn replied softly, his chin resting atop of Y/N's head while his hand retreated from their scalp. The hand snaked around Y/N's body, meeting his other arm that had been embracing them.

"Are you alright with prolonging this?" He asked.

"I'm fine with it," Y/N smiled against him, chuckling for a moment. "At least you smell good. I'm not going to pass out anytime soon."

"Har-har," Ardyn muttered. He too smiled. Maybe. Maybe the last of his days before meeting fate didn't have to be so bad. Especially if he could enjoy something so miniscule like an embrace once more.

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[jessahmewren]

87. Do you keep a journal?

Hi dear! I love this question! The closest thing I keep to a journal is a writing notebook. I loosely draft most of my stories there, something I didn't always do. When I'm ready to type them out, I just open my notebook. Sometimes i end up diverging from the draft, but that is half the fun! Thank you for this ask!

[thefreelanceangel]

✨

"...in something they aspire to wear or would like the chance to wear."

Esti would absolutely love to have a reason to wear something Exceptionally Fancy. She bought the black sequined dress while dating Zale, as he'd mentioned the possibility of a date at the Gold Saucer, and never got the chance to wear it.

She's held onto it, just in case.

[queereldritchgalaxyprincess]

🎵

[fireplceashes]

jopper and byler for the ship game :)

♡ jopper

♡ byler

ship bingo

[honey-im-hotdog]

Hey! for the ask game : Loveseat,Hot Cocoa,Bath bomb ?? 💕

Heya hon! Sorry for the wait :(

From this ask game:

Loveseat- Describe your ideal house.

I want a place with big windows, sheer floaty curtains, crystal and mirror balls hanging from the ceiling to create tons of rainbows and sparkles, a bunch of plants strewn about, with colorful and wacky knick-knacks, thrifted furniture and decor. I want it to be peaceful and beautiful and mine.

Hot Cocoa - Three things you love about yourself?

I’m pretty friendly! I am super shy but I love talking to people.

I try my very best to be a kind and good person. Sometimes it can be too much where I can be walked over, though :(

I’m open to trying new things!

Bath bomb - What is the best form of self care?

I really don’t know. I don’t have anything that is like my go-to “yeah this will help” type of thing. I just sleep and hope it’s better tomorrow idk haha

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

🎉(friendly lil cheek kiss from Riv! ✨)

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

"Eh?!" A small little exclamation from the Doctor was all she could really manage in that very moment.

Kira had heard of the tradition, but never really participated in it. Some people around them had, and yeah, it made her feel left out to not have a 'partner' to share the moment with at that current time. But technically that wasn't exactly true. After all, she'd been standing here drinking with River the entire time.

Her entire face lights up, not assuming she meant anything by it, but a bit embarrassed nonetheless.

Two fingers lift and touch the spot on her cheek where she'd been kissed before she smiles a bit shyly.

"Oh. Um, sorry. I meant- thanks."

Kira returns a kiss to the other's cheek as well.

"Happy New Year to you too."

[gojosattoru]

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[welcome-to-green-hills]

Btw, anyone who thinks Gerald is Robotnik's father in the sonic movie 3 trailer, he says "pop-pop" which is what many call their grandfather. Not "pap-pap"

To solidify this, in the french dub of the trailer, Robotnik calls him "grand-papi" (grandfather). So, he's still his grandfather.

😎

[savage-rhi]

Softly running their hands on your arms and feeling how cold to the touch your skin is before wrapping you in a hug to share their warmth. + fragile & higgs 😍😍😍😍 please and thank you

You got it!

Contemplations lurked above Fragile. Her thoughts were heavy like the Timefall that poured down overhead. Even being under the shelter, the small hairs on her arms and body stood at attention. The cold of the rain was like death itself. Ever present and numbing. It never got easy dealing with Timefall, much like it wasn't easy for her to let go of what happened earlier today.

Higgs and her had taken a rookie out for a delivery run. The kid showed potential. Fragile couldn't recall someone so young having the ability to do as told, and not argue about it. The trait was a rare commodity these days as were porters. For all the good the kid had, it didn't stop the MULEs from tearing him apart and stealing what he had on his person. God, there were so many ways Higgs and her could've handled it. If they hadn't been busy scouting for BTs, one of them might've been able to save the boy.

Death was a well acquainted friend to most in this world. To Fragile, it was another member of her family. Someone she didn't like meeting, but who would come around to pay a visit. Reminding her that it was always there. Today was one of the few days Fragile thought about giving up. Turning the keys of her company in, and calling it. The temptation was tickling the back of her skull.

"You're cold," The familiar drawl of Higgs snuck up from behind. Fragile tensed, feeling his slender fingertips travel from her shoulders then down her arms. The warmth of his body soothed the tension that had been growing.

"I'll be fine." Fragile murmured. No. She couldn't deal with affections right now. Not when so much had been lost. The dead needed to be paid their respects.

"Darlin', we both know you're full of shit." Higgs muttered against her ear. He wrapped both his arms around her waist, holding Fragile close to him. Overtime, he could feel her back sinking against his chest.

"Just cause' we lost the kid, don't mean you deserve to freeze out here. C'mon. Let's get back inside. Lemme warm you up." Higgs whispered.

"I hate this, Higgs." Fragile sighed. She could feel her body leaning more into his just as her emotions leaned on him for support.

"I know you do," Higgs nodded. He nuzzled the back of her head with his nose. "But we both know you ain't gonna give up that fight in ya. The kid slipped up. There was nothin' you could've done."

"You don't know that."

A long silence fell between them. Eventually, Fragile could feel her legs moving while Higgs guided her back inside the safe house. He had been the one constant in her life, and Fragile knew he wasn't about to let her give up her father's dream.

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[i-am-the-oyster]

Oh my goodness. I was thinking he couldn't possibly fit in the exact same shirt from when he was so little. Either one of those options actually makes it worse. Either Paul somehow got ahold of John's old Quarrymen shirt -- was it in early days and John left it at forthlin and he kept it all this time? Was it recently, John going through all his old Beatle stuff moving into titenhurst or something, and Paul was like "I'll keep that one, thanks" -- or Paul was feeling that nostalgic about their earliest days when he was John's specialest boy, wanted to remind John so badly of those days, that he had a replica made specially. Either way, it's awful.

Honestly very little about that photo shoot sparks joy. Paul looks so sad, and his clothes fit badly.

This one that looks like a prophecy:

I can't imagine there's any way George and John didn't recognise the shirt. What message was he sending, what message did they take from it?

How many references do you think he made to boating in Sefton Park? Were they received with eyerolls?

Even this photo (one of my favourites) is so melancholy:

And yeah, I don't like any of the options

this puddin' ⬆️ is not filling out this shirt ⬆️

But Paul having John's one, or having one made: either one is too sad to contemplate for too long.

[thefreelanceangel]

need: has your OC ever experienced desperation? how has it affected them? what do they do when something they need is out of their reach?

At the age of twelve, Narasen lost both of the adult caretakers (her mother and her mother's best friend) who'd been scratching out a living for the tiny family living on the border of Coerthas and Gridania. With no adults to turn to, and the welfare of her younger "sister" L'upus (the daughter of her mother's best friend) to think of, Narasen went back to her mother's tribe and begged for enough supplies to keep herself and L'upus alive through the winter.

She paid a very, very high cost for the scant support that she begrudgingly received. A very high cost.

Not only did that put Narasen in a position to be abused later in her life, it also put a rather unfair burden on L'upus to try and grow up even faster in order to help with the daily grind of survival. Over and over again, both Narasen and L'upus paid higher and higher costs for each other and the basics of survival out of sheer desperation.

Now that they've reached a point in life where each of them has stability, security and love, Narasen is able to be a bit more... reasonable when it comes to something she wants which can't be immediately obtained. She no longer assumes the cost for it will be prohibitively high, but takes the issue to her husband to get his feedback. And with Voranoix providing a more rational view, Narasen spends time deciding whether or not this is something she very much needs.

And if it's something for the house or a pretty thing she saw briefly, Voranoix usually just gets it for her.

[pinkyjulien]

━━━ La Poubelle du RVT0N 🦝 ━━━

🥖 The Frenchiest Fry 🥖

Bonjour 😌 Aujourd'hui, je vous présente un LOT de mods 🥖

Un ensemble AXL comprenant Quatre (4) vêtements;

Une marinière bien confortable

Un pantalon taille haute

Un petit foulard

Une paire de chaussures (et sa paire de chaussettes assorties!)

Vous prendriez bien quelques petits accessoires avec ceci?

Une baguette bien croustillante

Un croissant tout aussi délicieux

Un béret pour compléter le look

Une fausse moustache pour passer inaperçu

Et bien sur, la Dame de Fer elle même!

Nos adorable petites baguettes, Aurore et Aymeric, se sont aussi prêtés au jeu! Un grand merci à Halkuonn pour avoir réussi à les convaincre 💖

Si ce n'est pas déjà le cas, mettez �� jour votre module vocale avec ce pack de traduction Française! Disponible pour tout type d'équipement~ 📡

💖 Un GRAND merci à Halkuonn, LarRackell, Lucky38 et Lokiina pour le soutien, pour les photos et pour avoir testé les mods!

🥖 Je vous souhaite à tous de passer une merveilleuse journée, et surtout, restez prudent aujourd'hui! 😌🤞

━━━ Sur Nexus ━━━

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

is TDSB gonna be one of those time travel fics that has some of the characters have like dreams of the previous timeline, because i love that trope and it would be so cool… *twirls evil mustache and laughs maniacally at my plan of planting these ideas in your head, strokes the cat in my lap while sitting on my throne* now we wait…

seriously though i love TDSB with a burning passion, i do wonder about how its gonna get revealed that tim made the timeline his bitch. considering the fact that no one remembers a single thing or even has a slight feeling that something is missing (or do they??? 🤔) i wonder how anyone would get clued in on it.

KEEP UP THE HARD WORK TDSB IS AMAZING!!!!!

AHHH!!!! Thank you- seriously love to hear it- now for your questions.

Will there be dream sequences? No probably not (even though I adore them) BUT I have been leaving- little things.

The most blatant being the whole Teddy bear thing in Chapter 15, but there will continue to be moments where its that pause of "Something feels...missing"

As to how it will all come together? Well thats for me to know and you to read 13 more coffee filler chapters before you find out ;)