#adry

[hola-soy-una-persona]

¿A qué edad se quita este terrible vacío y gran sensación de tristeza en el pecho?, ¿en qué momento se van estas ganas insaciables y terribles de morir?

Adry.

[tenthousandtangles]

Tangle A Day Calendar 2024 - April 16

Pattern - ”Adry” by Elena Babayants

[cosmicvaca]

[marigold-field]

nothing, and i mean NOTHING, compares to joining a new fandom and reading through all the ____ x reader tags. it’s akin to opening gifts on christmas or recieving a package in the mail. actually, scratch that; it’s th equivalent of ascending to the heavens

[idolomantises]

Love Triangle

[Webtoon / Tapas / Patreon]

[mlthree]

(tf141!reader x simon riley)

task force 141 hated mess hall food. and they weren’t alone in that. the entire base hated the mess hall food. was it the worst thing they’d ever tasted in their whole lives? no. was it terrible? …yes. you couldn’t just keep putting chili flakes on everything. you had to do something about this.

so when you all finish a mission in berlin, you make some stupid excuse about swinging by a friend you haven’t seen in years. the boys know you’re lying. it’s not that you’re a bad liar, it’s just that you can’t contain your excitement for what was brewing in that gorgeous mind of yours.

simon tails you. obviously. are you two dating? hell no. as in not yet. but he’d be damned if he was gonna just let you walk around berlin alone. not like he had anything better to do.

you swing by a butcher shop and a chinese grocery store, and when you leave, simon notes that your backpack seems to weigh significantly more than it did when you went in.

interesting.

you waited two days until all the boys were occupied before starting on your master plan. price was in some meeting with laswell, soap was asleep, gaz was at the shooting range, and simon was sparring. or so you thought. you’re cleaning the beef in the team’s little kitchenette-living room area when simon comes up behind you, asking what you’re up to. you have a knife in your hand. if he didn’t have such quick reflexes, it would’ve ended up being simon skewers on the menu instead. 

“jesus christ, si. you don’t have to prove to me why you’re called ghost.” 

“was wondering when you’d cook everythin’ you bought in berlin.”

“fucking stalker.” he gives you this look. the look that shuts you up every. single. time. you shift your weight from foot to foot, looking around for some way to diffuse the tension. “can you get started on the sauce?”

“nah.” you blink. what the fuck does he mean, ‘nah’? “would rather taste your cooking.” you roll your eyes, resisting the urge to smile. simon can tell. he leans against the counter right next to the stove, and you turn back around to the island to continue prepping the meat. you ignore that he has a perfect view of your ass. he, obviously, doesn't.

the process goes rather smoothly, with simon poking his nose in things here and there. you could’ve sworn he was carefully checking the seals on every single bottle of spice and flavoring you’d bought, making you laugh a bit to yourself. he is helpful when you need to actually sear the beef, letting you make the rice and sauce. you do have to smack his hands away a few times, telling him he can eat when everyone else does.

there is one notable part of the process, though. you're adding the honey to the sauce (you never could've guessed you needed honey for mongolian beef, thankfully kyle's tea sweetener came in handy) and simon is giving you that fucking look. again. looking from the honey, to you, to the honey, to you. a rather inappropriate image pops up in your head as you stare into his eyes, maybe kyle could go back to sugar for a bit, maybe the contents of this bottle could be used for other purposes—

“honey's overflowin’,” simon points out, and you look down to see the honey pouring over the side of the measuring spoon.

“shit. right. sorry.”

it takes longer than you would’ve assumed, an extra half hour added onto the original 30 minutes you originally thought it would take. you blame simon. it wasn’t easy to stay on task when you could feel his eyes on you. you send a quick text to the groupchat that dinner will be held in the kitchenette tonight, and everyone was strictly prohibited from entering until 1900 hours. glancing at the clock that told you 18:49, you make your final adjustments while simon helps you set the island.

almost on the dot, price and johnny come in, with price immediately exclaiming at how good it smells and soap just closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the aroma. both of their jaws drop when they see the table, and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought you had cooked a feast for two starving prisoners.

“sweetheart. you didn’t.” are the first words out of price’s mouth, making you smile wide. 

“i did! come on, sit down. and soap, pick your jaw up off the floor.” the sergeant quickly follows your orders and scrambles into a seat next to john, everyone watching amusedly at his excitement.

“should we wait for gaz?” you ask.

“you said 1900 hours. early bird catches the worm. or the beef, in this case.” price shrugs, clearly having no remorse in shoveling the food onto his plate. soap nods hastily in agreement, and you and simon exchange amused looks.

gaz joins only a few minutes late, annoyedly remarking at price and soap’s heap of food when he realizes what he missed out on. you tell him to sit down and grab some while he can, still a bit shocked at the pace that price and johnny are devouring the food at.

“bonnie,” soap manages in between shovels of his food, “you deserve. the best head in the world for this. or somethin’ of that sort.” the entire table erupts in laughter, and you shake your head with a huge grin on your face.

“that wouldn’t even be the worst thing to happen to me.”

you try not to notice simon staring you down. staring. as if he was imagining doing exactly what soap had said—

“no, but seriously, this is too good. i could eat this every day for the rest of my life,” gaz adds, taking another bite. “nobody would complain if you cooked more often. just for us, though. gotta keep you a secret.” you force a half smile at gaz's words, too focused on returning simon’s gaze. the fact that you could see his lips because he had turned his balaclava up to eat wasn’t helping—

“love, everything okay?” your head snaps to gaz, and you quickly nod. 

“yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. just need some more water,” you quickly save yourself, mouth suddenly feeling dry. you can see the corners of simon’s mouth quirk up ever so slightly.

this man was going to be the death of you.

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[katandstar154]

I’m brain rotted over this creature I’m sorry. They have 16 legs in this form and they are very squishy. Long bed with soft paws tbh

[clownmovieyaoi]

you didn't have to smile at me

[ddivilove]

Your husband has been having a severe case of the baby fever for a long time now. It started when he saw you taking care of your baby sister. The sight of you carrying the baby in your arms while you make her laugh made him desire to have one with you.

He's been planting small hints and clues that he is very much interested in having children with you. But you were still oblivious no matter how many hints he dropped. So he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Um? Darling, we don't have a baby.” You say as you look over the things that you and your husband had bought during your shopping spree.

Your husband smiles mischievously. “But aren't they adorable?” He holds up a onesie for a baby for your inspection. Sure, it did look cute, but it was useless if you two did not have a baby to use it for.

You sigh, knowing he wants to hear you say yes. “I suppose it is...” You grace him with a small smile which makes him beam happily. “But my point still stands, we don't have a baby to use it on.”

He smirks as he puts down the baby clothes and walks to your side, leaning to kiss your cheek. “Not yet, we don't.” He purrs in your ear, his hot breath causes you to shudder involuntarily.

Your cheeks grow flush at the implication he is giving through his suggestive words. “What?” You decide it's best to play innocent first because you really didn't want to embarrass yourself if it was not what you think.

He chuckles as he tucks a loose strand of hair into the back of your ear. “You know what I mean, my love.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “I want to make one. Right now.” He pauses. “That is if you don't mind?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

He seemed so desperate for it that you found it adorable. You nod in agreement. “Okay.” You respond softly, giving him your consent to continue as he pleases.

He did not waste anymore time as he immediately shoves you to the couch, his impatience showing evident in his quick movements. You yelp as you are immediately pinned down, his hand pinning both of yours above your head while his free hand starts dealing with his belt.

“Darling—” You gasp only for him to interrupt. “Hush.” He whispers, silencing you by pressing a lingering kiss on your soft lips as he finally managed to get the belt off. “Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

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[antivancorvo]

palette challenge batch #1

these are really fun to do, and very nice practice for painting datv characters!! I have a bunch of asks in my inbox still, I'm going to go through them slowly but surely, thank you guys for requesting <3 and glad you like them, the reception on some of these was so nice to see, it's really cool to create in this fandom again T-T

[epitaph-echoes]

L definitely doesn't care as much about justice as he is sometimes portrayed to imo. I look at him and see a mirror of Light. He is an abnormally intelligent man who is BORED. Sure, he isn't quite a murderer himself but he clearly has no issues with breaking laws or crossing moral boundaries to get what he wants. (Cameras in people's houses, misa's kidnapping, the whole Soichiro shooting Light setup etc)

He is iirc even stated to only take on cases that seem interesting. He is just as driven by the need for stimulation and desire to win as Light is.

He is NOT a moral figure. I love the man to death but what i really love is how similar Light and L are in so much. Sure, L is doing this for "the greater good" but only because it is what is interesting to him. If things would have gone differently in his life, he could have easily gone down a different path for his entertainment.

[hola-soy-una-persona]

A veces siento que cada día en el que no me suicido es un milagro.

Adry.

[spearxwind]

He forgor 💀

[alligaytorswamp]

For the requests: Kaeya finding Childe in the primordial water? Boi has been pickling for some time now hes soggy :,(

kaeya told him not to get in trouble :\

[idolomantises]

Love Rivals

[Webtoon / Tapas / Patreon]

[mlthree]

(tf141!reader x simon riley)

simon riley was amazing at hiding his facial expressions.

keyword, was. as in had been, as in the past tense.

he learned from an early age how to do so because of the family he grew up with, but once he got to the military and put on that mask, his skills slowly began to fade away. he needed some way to convey his emotion other than shooting guns and giving death stares.

so his brain adapted, erasing years and years of learned stoicness in his facial muscles. after all, if he decided to raise his eyebrows, purse his lips, or tighten his jawline — it would be hard for one to tell. not that many people had the guts to look him in the face when he was talking, anyways.

and then came you. he was even worse at hiding it when he was around you, which was fine, because the mask was doing all the work. but when that mask came off and you got to see his face, the first ten minutes told you all you needed to know. you were a good enough intuitive to be able to read his eyes, but when the rest of his face was added in the equation, you felt like you were watching a pixar character react to anything you said.

“si, do you want to watch la la land tonight?” his face contorted as if he had smelled milk gone bad, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “so that’s another face you’re hiding under the mask?” “no. jus’ the face i make when my dove wants me ta’ sob myself to sleep tonight.”

“lovie, how the hell did you get yourself into this situation?” he kneels beside your rather uncomfortable cot in the med bay, his shaky hand taking hold of yours. his eyes are full of fear, darting all over your face, his eyebrows furrowed, and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek. “i’m okay, si.” he clenches his jaw, unconvinced. “i promise.”

“si, hey, listen. it’s okay. i’m here.” you’re coaxing your lover into deeper breaths, watching the terror slowly fade from his face when he realizes it was just a nightmare. in the dim light of the lamp you can see his eyes wide with terror, lips trembling ever so slightly. you move your hand and cup the side of his face, his eyes instinctively shutting while he leans into your touch. “thought... thought you were gone.” you pull the timid giant towards you, placing his head in your lap and smoothing out his hair. “‘m right here, si. don’t worry.”

simon isn’t stupid — it didn’t take him long to realize why you could read him much quicker with the mask off. it scared him. being vulnerable like that scared him. he had half a mind to retrain himself to be unreadable again — but something about you stopped him. something about the way your smile just made everything feel lighter, even when the world was coming crashing down. something about how instead of trying to break his walls down you’d wait patiently behind them, knocking every so often to get him to let you in himself. something about how you radiated warmth, how everywhere you went the mood was instantly uplifted. and in the face of all of that… how could he not want to be seen by you?

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