#Under the Sun. // IC //

[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[samijey]

oh to be sami zayn and be so fiercely loved and supported by jey uso...

[moomeecore]

controversial opinion betty has way more autistic traits / coding than simon but ppl immediately jump on assuming characters who are neurodivergent coded/ have those vibes must have adhd if theyre energetic and autism if they're calm

[twink-between-worlds]

can we talk about how 90% of the ice ruins in albw is literally just...free falling and hoping you dont miscalculate ur jump.

can we talk about how legend probably has a fear of heights due to it.

how he was probably so stressed out by focusing on the timing that he will feel physically sick if he's really high up because he knows he doesn't have the safety of truly solid ground

[consumer-of-moss]

SUNDAY - ADVERSARY/HURT

My foot went numb halfway through drawing these I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BYEEEE

[viktortittiforov]

i've been blossoming alone over you and i hear my heart breaking do you hear it too? i could stare at your back all day. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - my 1st digital drawing in literal years! funny how the last one i did back in 2016 was also viktuuri. still not over them and never want to be<3

anyways summer of mutual pining lessgooo!!! compensating for the beach episode we never got to experience and only saw glimpses of in the ED. but i'll take them crumbs ✨

[thatsrightice]

For Iceman, a port call to Hawaii holds more significance than the first step off of the boat at the end of a cruise. This was the closest place to a home he could achieve, one of the few places he actually bothered to unbox his things. He was able to go out and explore and make friends and make out with friends and have a life. It was the first time that his wants were able to somehow coexist with his father’s demands, the first time his father’s gaze was no longer burning a hole in the back of his head. He was a jagged cliff worn smooth below the water’s surface by the crashing waves that eroded away at his rough exterior.

So to Ice, it was of great importance to show Slider and whoever from their squadron followed around the place that was more to him than just another base, another stop in his father’s career. He introduced them to what lay beneath the superficial front created by the tourism industry, a tour guide who knew the islands like the back of his hand and then some. This was the first time most of them had met Tom.

[bitterxrange]

This is why I'm glad in very resistant to blood binds and mind control.

[siixkiing]

@worldclassmenageriie {☯}

little suns are wiggling in for snuggle time! Cuddles and naps with their warrior Two of their favorite things

"You guys are lucky you're cute."

Making room for the little ones to get comfortable in the nest, curling his tail around them protectively. The closest of the bunch get some nuzzles and lil' grooming nibbles while the others get pets before he settles down.

[tierra-paldeana]

☠🌏– ''Oi, Nats."

♛– "Yes, Rika...?"

☠🌏– "Sorry, I gotta- grrrrnnfff..."

And just like that she pins him down and starts rolling on him. Get fuckin' got. She also nibbles his arm a little for good measure.

♛– "Ow-"

Seriously, what's with Rika using him like her chewtoy from time to time!? It's not like he's opposed but-

"R- Rika... Can I ask you why you do this to me...?"

☠🌏– "...Sorry, does it bother ya? I can stop if it makes ya uncomfortable, yeah?"

♛– "No, no, I'm just... curious. Though I know you were raised by Clodsire, so perhaps..."

☠🌏– "Heh. I do it cause we're friends n I like ya. 'sides... yer very biteable, prey boy~"

♛– "...G- Gosh... You really do say these things..."

[mezimraky]

i think that if i could choose my last supper it would be a good cinnamon roll with icing and a cup of sour batch brew coffee.

[devilishdelights]

read my thirteen fic <3 :]

cw for body horror, gore, death (real death AND your unhinged girlfriend, double combo deal!), traumatizing you (the MC. but remember i also give you a girlfriend so it cancels out), ghosts, zombies, more death, maybe eventually some making out, who knows.

[silverwingborn-moved]

“Sever the Ties”

Drabble from Silver’s past, back when she was still alive on Earth and traveling with her Nephilim flock.

TW: violence, gaslighting, abuse, injury, blood, trauma

The lock clicked open, her hand turning the knob and pushing the door inward. Silver stepped inside her apartment, expelling an exhausted breath. Slinging her pack off and tossing it on the floor, she kicked the door closed behind her with a heel. Dancing her fingers along the wall she reached blindly for the light switch. What a stupid setup this place was. Who installs a light switch so far from the front door? Finally her fingers grazed the switch, flicking it upwards.

The entry way remained dark.

“What the hell?” Silver flipped the toggle up and down to test it wasn’t just faulty wiring. The damn light was out. Groaning with annoyance, the Nephil felt her way along the wall as she strode for the next switch in the living room. The dark curtains of her apartment windows were drawn, only the edges haloed by a thin light. Finding the standing lamp, Silver felt for the turn switch, but no light was produced. Her entire apartment was without power.

“Damn it, this is not my day!” Producing a silvery flame in the palm of her hand, it produced enough glow, much like a candle stick. The glow and flickering of the flame danced light upon her brunette hair and blue-grey eyes. Sure she could produce her own light source, but it was not ideal by any means. If it’s a fuse that’s blown, she’d have to call the landlord-

“You always like to play with fire.”

The deep, husky voice of a man alarmed Silver, spinning around as the flame in her palm exploded into a small inferno. It was swiftly snuffed out by a cold, deliberate gust, the sound of a large wing sweeping the air and then folding once more. Cast into darkness, Silver could only see his eyes glowing across the room. A honey golden hue that stared unblinking, unemotional back at her. The Nephil felt a rise of anger, balling her fists as she shouted at the intruder.

“Damnit Faller! I told you not to sneak up on me like that! Did you kill my power? Again?! Jesus, man, you did this at the last place. I had to pay out of my own pocket for the repairs.”

The pair of glowing eyes slowly blinked before the sound of Faller’s body rising from the couch could be heard. The furniture creaked and groaned, as if crying out in relief the large man had finally gotten off of it. His eyes now stared down at Silver from across the room, his form barely silhouetted in the dark. He stood a hulking 6’10”, a towering man compared to the 5’6” woman. In three strides Faller stood before Silver, the heat of his body radiating so close against her own that she knew he must be inches apart.

“I see you took a trip,” he spoke smoothly, ignoring her quips about the power. The female Nephil’s eyes darted quickly to the bag in the hall she’d slung off, then quickly back to her flock leader. It was pointless to lie.

“Y-yes. Just a short one. I-I was only gone several days.”

“I know. You’d packed essential things. It was obvious you had no plans to come back from a short excursion.” There was no malice in his tone, simply observant and stating the facts. Reaching a hand out, his long fingers brushed past her cheek to glide through her brunette locks. His radiant eyes narrowed and Silver thought she could make out a grin in the darkness of his face.

“I was worried about you. You’d left the safety of your hiding grounds without consulting me. Why is that, my dearest?”

Her fingers smoothed over the fabric of Faller’s shirt as he pressed himself against her. They’d been intimate like this a few times. The gentle caresses and feeling of his hot breath upon her skin fed a deep hunger in Silver. The need to be touched, to be held, to feel loved more than just another flock member. A yearning for a partner. Faller never went far with his physical endearment, but his words always dripped with honey and lavender. A sweet calm that made the rest of the world disappear if only for a couple breathes.

“I didn’t want to bother you. It was just a short excursion. Trust me, I won’t do it again.”

“Oh you never bother me with your honesty, my shining light. And you’ll always be honest with me, won’t you?”

Words caught in her throat as Faller dipped his head, pressing his forehead against hers. Silver stared deeply back into his eyes, her own wide and vulnerable. Between her legs she him move his knee, keeping them pinned in place. She was utterly at his mercy now. Her heart thudded rapidly, the flow of adrenaline fueling this new excitement. Silver craved this, and yet had the nagging doubt she didn’t deserve him. Faller was far superior and better than her in every way. Stronger, faster, skilled beyond his age, a leader that lead his flock with confidence. She was a mere songbird and he was the eagle.

“Our flock may be apart for now, until the threat of the angels has passed. But we are always going to be your family.”

“I-I know. I miss my family so much-“

A flicker of light flashed in Faller’s eyes, like distant lightning of an impending storm. His mouth parted into a grin, expression empathetic to her longing. The fingers in her hair remained, entangling further to support her at the back of her head. His free hand rubbed gently up her arm, past her shoulder and came to rest at the nape of neck. A finger lifted to trace the tattoo on the side of her neck, where the concealed lightning like scars hid beneath the ink. Silver gasped softly, feeling the familiar hot tingling of his “gift”, the spot hypersensitive now after his bite and magic transfer.

The leader chuckled deeply, amused with her reaction.

“I felt such pride the day I shared my gift with you. My belief it will make you stronger, to excel your powers potential. I chose you, and no one else. Our flock has only grown stronger since we welcomed you in. Embraced you without merit and loved you fiercely.”

His large hand lifted from the mark to lift her chin until their lips remained inches apart. In a low, whispered voice, he spoke.

“And you repay us with treason.”

Silver’s brow furrowed, confused by his accusation.

“What? No. No I haven’t-“

“Oh but you have, Arianell. You disobeyed our flocks rule.”

Excitement quickly melted into anxiousness and embarrassment. Faller never used her true name, not after she renamed herself as the right to leave her past behind. He knew she went back to her home? To see her mother?

“Faller, I-”

“When we took you in we made it clear that we are your family now. All that was would remain in the past. You made your choice. You agreed to the flocks terms. And now, you have risked everyone’s lives with your selfishness.”

“No! That’s not true!”

His large hand swiftly gripped her jaw, the honey golden hues glowing fiercely. In them she say a storm swiftly building. Silver was frozen with fear. There was no escaping from Faller, never. The songbird was in the eagles claws now.

“I ask for your honesty and you cannot even offer that? Something so simple, and yet you use your silver tongue to spin lies and deceit. You deceived the flock, Silver. You turned your back on us all not once, not twice, but three times!”

The female Nephil yelped as she felt Faller’s sharp claw like nails dig into her scalp, hair gripped painfully tight. Shaking her head only increased the pain, forcing her to remain still and unable to avoid his venomous stare. Her hands feebly pushed against his chest, pulled at the hand that gripped her jaw. It was like fighting a marble statue. Tears began to roll down Silver’s face, her eyes terrified and words pleading.

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to endanger anyone. I never intended to cause potential harm! I-I just wanted to see my mother again.”

Dark wings flared behind Faller, rippling with electricity, the air in the room dropping dangerously cold. The sparks rolled over his feathers like a thundercloud, casting him and Silver into a ominous flickering glow. The lightning scars upon her neck took on the same glow, sending out electric shocks painfully into her body.

“You refuse to sever the ties of your past to rise to a future, Silver. And in doing so you take your whole flocks lives into your hands. A traitor, a liar, and a deceiver to us all. The angels could have found you. Followed you back to our flock. And all you have to say for it is “sorry?”

“Faller stop! Y-you’re hurting me! It hurts!”

She felt a sharp pain in the side of her jaw as Faller’s sharp thumb claw like nail pierced her skin. The blood drawn was crimson, running down his thumb and over his hand.

“Will you endanger our flock again?”

“NO!”

“Will you continue to be a liar and dishonest to us?”

“I WON’T!”

“Will you sever the ties to your past that you’ve so foolishly held onto?”

“I…”

Fallers thumb slide down and under her jaw, stopping at her throat. Blood seeped and dripped freely down her neck and spattered on her clothing. Silver sobbed, unable to struggle away. Crying for help would do no good either. A human was nothing more than a meat sack to a Nephil’s strength and power.

“I WILL SEVER THE TIES! I-I WON’T SEE HER AGAIN! I WON’T GO BACK TO MY OLD LIFE!”

“Swear it. Swear it on your LIFE. Swear it to ME. To your FLOCK. To the FAMILY YOU CHOSE!

“I SWEAR! I S-SWEAR ON MY LIFE! IT BELONGS ONLY TO THE FLOCK. TO YOU. I SWEAR I WILL NEVER BREAK THE RULES AGAIN!”

He leaned in close until he could whisper in her ear, his words coiled with a lethal edge.

“You will uphold this promise. If not, I will defend this flock by all means necessary. May this mark serve as a reminder.”

Silver felt his hands and body leave her, allowing the woman to collapse to the floor. On her knees, she clutched at the blood that poured freely from the long gaping wound. She looked up fearfully at Faller as he loomed over her, his eyes narrowed and body standing stoically.

“I will come for you when it is safe again for our flock to reconvene. You will remain here and not leave the safety of this town again. Understood?”

“Y-yes flock leader…”

The rolling lightning over his wings began to brighten and intensify, snapping and crackling in the air of the room. The light fixtures flickered wildly around them.

“Fair flight and may Heaven never see you, Arianell.”

In a flash and rumble of thunder that shook the building, Faller was gone. All the lights in the apartment complex burst, the distant shouts of tenants filling the quiet building. Silver remained on the floor, clutching the open wound as she sobbed. Wracked with guilt and fear, the Nephil knew she could never see her mother again. This was the one and only warning she would receive. Her leader had given her a merciful second chance. She would not betray her flock again. The only family she had now…

[lapdogchase]

IT IS ALL GOING TO BE OKAY.

[dayplays]

"GOSH DANGIT, KRIS! WHERE THE HECK ARE WE?!"

[dandyshucks]

brain is so silly bc I'm thinking "i wish Guz had cold hands so when I'm stressed he could cup my face and it'd soothe the itchiness I get when I start scratching at myself from the stress" and then I realized wait he's a fictional character. I could just say he has cold hands if I wanted. but he DOESN'T, i just KNOW that man is a heater !!! he will get me overheated so easily and that is simply something i am happy to put up with because i love him !!!!