#absolutely kicking my feet

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[druidcasts]

oh my good lord, i just got ‘speak to me, lover’

so in my druid play through atm i’m romancing halsin and he keeps addressing my druid as ‘my heart’ and it makes me (and her) swoon every time

[cultofthorns]

[xoxochb]

when the fic is so good you have to stand up and walk around your room like a crazy woman

[xthemandylorianx]

When you reblog something with a specific mutual in mind and then that mutual likes/reblogs it

That’s what life is all about

[jennortegas]

OPLA appreciation week

favorite outfit: Sanji's chef uniform

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Counterspell

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[silvermun]

What should one do when consumed with love, but is caught betwixt the heart and fealty? Lancelot chose the former, but in doing so, committed an offense most grievous against his King. Sonic's only sin was in being the apple of his subject's eyes, something the latter cannot bring himself to repudiate.

Sonic does not need the sonnets, ballads, nor gestures grand and humble. But who else is there to fill the place beside Sonic but this one whom fate decreed should serve at his right hand, so that all the world could admire this beautiful creature for themselves? Who can convince the heart to depart from its secret sanctuary, where it had only just begun to stretch and grow comfortable?

There can only be one to partake in such a perilous and noble quest. One must be selfish to take this selfless journey—a sacrifice Lancelot was willing to make.

Only love knows how to best express itself—perhaps one can guess in what way. Lancelot need not guess, for he was bewitched, as he was made to believe, with no power to deny the passion which made his mouth go dry when he laid eyes on the fathomless blue-green oceans his beloved stared back with every day, a vast and inscrutable distance separating the two as Lancelot leaned in to ask if his King felt anything different about his most faithful of servants.

Sonic did not back away, not even to flee his most faithful subject in a flash.

But he knew also.

Perhaps this was the reason why he remained.

(Ayoooo Justine 👁️👄👁️💦 couldn't help myself HRRRRKKKKKKKK)

OK HOW ABOUT I CRY

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner commission by @lavendelleaf

[bisexualfbiagents]

Do you know who I am? I'm Fox Mulder. I was fighting the power and breaking conspiracies before you saw your first chemtrail, you punks. I'm Fox freaking Mulder, you punks! I'm Fox Mulder! Fox Mulder!

Happy Birthday Fox William Mulder (October 13, 1961)

[betweendyingstars]

Barty and Evan !!

[matchbet-allofthetime]

God, my favourite thing ever is that when he's younger, at the beginning of S1, Marcus is SUCHHH a brat!

He's this bratty guy who is also a spitfire, he likes talking back, and he always acts like he wants control.

He acts out of line because he knows he can get away with it, he brats and snips words and acts like an all-around ass, but it's bratty. It's so distinct.

But later, when he gets that control he thought he wanted, when he becomes sheriff and then starts dealing with Silco, he gets so exhausted so quickly.

He's rougher, gruffer, more steadfast and sharp in his mannerisms and words, but that brattiness is less than half what it was when he was younger.

In, what was it? Nine years? He went from this brash, loud-mouthed, fiery young adult who wanted control to a salt-n-pepper dilf who has all the power one could want— and yet, he only has that through Grayson dying, and Marcus himself dealing with Silco, pretending to keep the— relative— peace.

I love seeing the differences, because he both changes so damn much, and also doesn't change at all.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

the thing that’s so wild to me with comic charles is that he’s literally just as slim and small as the females in the comics LIKE THAT WAS A CONSCIOUS DECISION HE HAS THE SAME BODY TYPE AS EMMA FROST.

everyones so mean to him and he's literally only three apples tall..........

[clownsuu]

A bunch! Of worms!! (Well, caterpillars, to be more accurate)

I absolutely adore your designs for the mob AU characters! (And your Mob!Barnaby is absolutely the best!!! He’s adorable!)

AUUUGGHHH THE HIGHEST HONORRRRRRR

[datkat08]

Seven minutes of heaven with Zosan. 💚💛[suggestive and probably ooc]

“Goddamn it, Nami, let us out!” Zoro yells.

“As much as I hate to agree with this ogre, I would prefer not to be in here, my sweet Nami-swan!”

“Nope!” They hear from the other side of the door, “I’m not opening this closet until you two sort out whatever the hell is going on with you!”

“Whatever the hell is— hey! What are you getting at here?”

“That’s for you to figure out,” she answers simply. “Now I have business I need to take care of, I’ll be back later!”

“Wait, Nami-swan!! Don’t leave!!” Sanji calls desperately. They hear footsteps that get quieter and quieter until they’re left in silence.

Sanji curses. “Damn it! Why would she lock me in here with you of all people?”

“What, you hate me that much?”

Sanji blinks. “Well, I—“

He’s surprised to hear that Zoro’s breathing has grown heavy. He lets out a bitter chuckle, “Yeah. Cause you just can’t stand me, right? Everything about me pisses you off. You’d much prefer if one of the girls were here instead, wouldn’t you? Because being alone with me is just your worst nightmare. Does that sound right?”

His voice sounds pained by the end. Sanji surely didn’t expect this kind of response from him. “Shit, Marimo, no, that’s not…”

“Don’t lie to me,” his voice is dangerous.

“I’m not lying! I just… don’t know how to act around you,” he admits. Zoro’s breath hitches, but Sanji continues.

“Sometimes everything will be fine and then other times I want to rip your head off. Sometimes I think I hate you but other times I enjoy your company, and it’s all so confusing! But… you’re still my crew mate, and I want to be able to get along with you,” he sighs, “you… matter to me, alright?”

He tries to find Zoro’s eyes in the dim lighting, and when he does there’s something there he doesn’t recognize.

“Zoro?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Wha-“

His question is cut off by strong lips on his own. He gasps into the kiss, but his body seems to take over his mind and he kisses back desperately. By the time they break apart they’re both gasping for air.

Neither of them can find the words to break the silence that follows. Sanji’s mind is spinning and he feels a little sick. His body had moved on its own, before he had any time to decide what he wanted to do. He definitely hadn’t expected Zoro to kiss him all of a sudden. Now, the swordsman can’t even look at him. Sanji feels his heart clench seeing how regretful he looks. But Sanji, surprising even himself, finds that he doesn’t feel regret at all.

“Hey, Marimo—“

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” Zoro suddenly says.

Sanji sighs gently and gives a small smile. “I’m not.”

Zoro whips his head up to look at him in shock. “You’re… you’re not?”

“I kissed you back, didn’t I?” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And in a way, it was. His body had made the decision his brain was always too afraid to make. He always pushed down the fleeting thoughts of Zoro that would plague his mind from time to time. He would blame it on tiredness or feverishness. But he couldn’t run away from those feelings anymore, and he kind of didn’t want to.

He feels for Zoro’s hand in the dark and squeezes it gently. Zoro squeezes back. Sanji brings their hands up to Zoro’s face and cups it as he leans in. Their lips meet again, this time without a shred of doubt from either party. The kiss deepens and they let their hands wander, feeling each other and making note of the new sensations. Sanji can’t help the soft moan that escapes him when Zoro slides a hand up the back of his shirt, and he’s pleased to hear one in return when he tugs at Zoro’s hair.

The air between them begins to feel hot and constricting, their breaths quickening and the shuffle of fabric becoming more erratic and—

And then they are enveloped in light, caught like a deer in headlights as they both freeze in horror. They turn their heads slowly and are met by an unimpressed look from their orange-haired navigator.

“Knew it.”

[xx-akubara-xx]

Cool cool cool - I have my script just follow it and...

I doubled the script length

Massive anime troupe is included, and I can't talk about it yet cause spoilers