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[norgeant]

LOGAN! LOGAN!!! WHEN IS THE GOLF DATE WITH LANDO PLEASE!!! PLEASEEESE!!!!

[eona-art]

AU where Adrien was a model from the 90's that disappeared, only for his ghost to be found by Marinette on accident and now he wont leave her alone

[mildmayfoxe]

ARTISTS! UPLIFT EACH OTHER! ☞ shop / patreon ☜

[tawnysoup]

(You nod furiously.)

[hinamie]

7/3: pov u r nanami kento pleased that i managed to pull smth together in time for your bday

[jaskiercommabard]

Geralt still has his eyes on the pressed-flower imprint Jaskier's body leaves in the moss on the other side of his makeshift bed when the bard rolls on top of him. Geralt expects it to hurt, and it doesn't - it never does, with him.

There are already fingers in his hair and knees bracketing his waist and lips everywhere, everywhere, before his mind catches up to the movement in real time. A century's worth of self-mastery, a lifetime and then some of squaring off with the very worst of man and beast and every last stinking horror on the Continent, and this is Geralt's undoing. Of course it is.

Here is Jaskier - as Jaskier always is - setting the pace for both of them, shattering Geralt's composure until he can't make sense of where they started or where they're meant to be going.

What he can make sense of is the warm, solid body draped atop his own, and the soft swell of skin beneath his traitorous hands. He can make sense of the breaths warming his cheek and the beat of the sparrow heart thrumming against his ribs, knows it as well as his own.

He tries to lean up on his elbows and makes it halfway before his wretched arms give out, leaving just enough space for his clumsy words to fall out into the air between them.

"No, wait, you deserve for this to be done the right way–"

A wounded sound crawls out of Jaskier at that, buried in Geralt's shoulder like a secret.

"I tried," he whispers. "I tried that."

Geralt doesn't know what he means, and recognizes the thready shake in Jaskier's voice enough to know that he won't find out any time soon. Those spidery hands are still tugging at him desperately, slipping across his chest even as Geralt catches them beneath his own, traps a set of trembling fingers there against his sluggish heart.

"Fuck the right way," Jaskier breathes, steadier now, though that jagged, tattered something still tugs at the edges of it. "Either kiss me like you mean it or don't."

Geralt can't bear it, can't bear the expression that breaks on his companion's face as he gently pushes him back, leaning up until they face each other despite the creaking protest from his mangled back.

There is nothing but air and dappled moonlight between them, now, as Geralt raises two delicate hands from where they've fallen into his lap. Those unfathomable morning-sky eyes are shining, sliding away from him again until he brushes his lips against Jaskier's knuckles.

It pulls a softer sound from him, from them both, as they bend together in the warm, dark air.

"I mean it," Geralt murmurs against each ridge, presses into the bend of his wrist, into the flat of his open palm.

Into each precious fingertip, "I mean it."

Geralt: "No, wait, you deserve for this to be done the right way–"

Jaskier: "Fuck 'the right way.' Either kiss me like you mean it or don't."

[bluerosefox]

Gray and Graysons

One of the Bats has a secret. Something they never told to the others.

They were so very young but they have memories of a sibling, so small and tiny. They remember the burst of warmth they had in their heart when they held the tiny baby for just a moment.

But they weren’t allowed to keep them, their family couldn’t raise them. Money was tight, just enough for three but not for four, despite their shows always bringing in a crowd it was getting harder and harder for the world to be wowed by them in the new age and their sibling was too small and tiny and needed to be cared in a single place than for them to be on the road. Their lifestyle was not good for his tiny sibling apparently.

They had to watch as their parents gave his sibling away to people in suits, them promising to give his baby brother to a loving family when they find a ‘home’ for him. He watched his parents try to be strong only for his mother to break down once the car left down the road, his father holding her and apologizing, the rest of the circus troupe all silently coming over to give the heartbroken family condolences.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had tears running down his face when he last saw his baby brother.

A brother he got to name before he had to be given away.

Daniel ‘Danny’ Grayson.

-x-x-

Dick never told the others. If anyone dug deep into his past they might find his brother’s birth records maybe, if someone got around to digitizing the paperwork for him but given the fact he was placed in the US childcare systems just a few days after his birth and the fact that Dick was still pretty young they most likely believed he didn’t remember his baby brother now. Not after so many years.

But they were wrong, Dick remembers. And he kept the secret close to his heart and memories.

And the only physical evidence he had was a single picture of him holding his brother, a smile on his tiny face towards their father who had taken the photo of them together. When he had lost his parents, lost most of the things that connected him to them, to his past in the circus that had been his whole life, had been taken from him in Gotham’s ruthless childcare system, he held on tight to the picture in secret. Hid it away from anyone trying to rip it from him, hid it from Bruce when the man took him in days later, hid it from Alfred despite how gentle the butler was towards him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk losing his photo at the time, he hadn’t trusted anyone and by the time he did he didn’t have the heart to reveal it.

So yes, the existence of his baby brother Danny was his most guarded and best kept secret.

So that’s why Dick, as Nightwing, nearly died from a heart attack when leaving a Justice League meeting he spotted a familiar face among one of the new engineers working in the Watchtower.

It was like seeing a young version of himself. Only, Dick could see that the young man was more than a copy of him, so much more than a clone. He held many traces of John Grayson but also had a bit more of Mary Grayson than Dick did. Small details that Dick foggely remembers taking note when he had held his baby brother.

“Hey, hurry up with that report Gray!” Shouted the head engineer from down the hall, his hand beckoning the young adult to come over.

“Coming! And boss, I told you Danny is fine!” Danny shouted back before hurriedly leaving a stunned Nightwing.

[magiiheim]

My oh my, how we’ve changed

Giving Elrena some love. <33

Who will be next on my trauma list because lord know these kids don’t get enough of it.

[amid-fandoms]

whatever

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sorry for not having a Year of the Dragon MDZS artwork; Unfortunately, I can only picture Dragon LWJ in this particular flavour.

[piowasthere]

day 7 - Glitter glue

felt a little silly

[kairennart]

Post-battle Maedhros and Fingon for @magicinavalon <3

[ohno-the-sun]

Hey for your magical girl AU. Is eclipse a thing?

Also what would happen if both of the lil mini mascot things possess one person at the same time? I'm curious by nature and really wanna know! *points pencil at the 2 lil fairy mascot things*

Both the little sun and moon can’t posses one person for too long or else they start to burn out

It’s a little too much energy for one person

Hmmm sun and moon seem like their hiding something how odd

[oni-odyssey]

The freezing cold ought to have drained the life from you; but I've allowed it to relent, for now.❄️

Demeter from Hades, original design: Jen Zee (Supergiant Games)

[polin-bridgerton]

Bonus Polin Week 2024

DAY SIX: Nicola & Luke Appreciation Day

[homocrafting]

Tuff Guys try SO hard to be all "we're not a team" and "we'll be together when it's convenient" and "it's really everyone by themselves" but then they'll have a collective mace that goes around, and they'll help each other get kills even when it's hopeless, and they turned all their attention into helping each other when one of them went under green, and they still have team meetings every start of session, and they still decided to pool their resources, and they still have a collective calling card, and in the beginning of session 7 Bdubs still says, "I know what I want, Tango knows what he wants, now what do you want?" and it's framed as a question about kills but it's not, not really, and Etho still doesn't really answer.

They say they're not a team, but they still call Etho a traitor as though you can betray something that apparently doesn't exist. They say they don't care, but Tango still tells Ren "Not gonna lie, I was going to get kinda sad that Bdubs was trying to kill me, but it's just you." (paraphrased, but still). There's that part when Tango and Bdubs are talking and they both come to the conclusion Tango can't trust him, and the thing is, Bdubs could have lied. He could have said sure you can, but he knows Tango knows because they know each other enough, because they've been a team enough times, because they are a team and that's what he'd've done.

Tuff Guys went into the alliance fully vocal about how it wouldn't work. This never leads good places for them. They're doing it anyway. They'll never admit it, not directly, not loud and clear, because it's hurt them enough times as is, but they still live next to each other and they still coordinated team attacks in session 7 and they still haven't committed to real distrust among them

All this to say that denial is a river and egypt and by god they are DIVING