#ahh not a fan of this

[karygurl]

FFXIVWrite #7: Morsel

Kipih Jakkya was not one to take "no" for an answer.

She'd won the scoop of the year when the lost Prince of Lucis had somehow been deposited in Thanalan, and she'd been all over it. She'd been certain that this would be the article that would finally get her words onto the front page of The Raven.

Noctis had been surprisingly indifferent to the journalist's pestering, and formulated well-worded responses to all of her queries. Some of the needling questions that Kipih had tossed at him had shocked Cassandra at their impertinence, but Noctis had been unphased. Later, he'd explained to Cassandra that he'd had something he'd called "media training" in the course of his duties as prince of the kingdom of Lucis, and speaking with reporters was familiar enough, an annoyance more than anything.

The article had been nearly finished when he'd taken the Regalia and headed home through a portal made by, well, not Garuda as she'd known the primal at any rate. Kipih had cornered Cassandra (who'd had no such training as the prince had described) and peppered her with questions in an attempt to wrap up the whole thing and get it to the presses, and the vaunted Warrior of Light attempted to form her thoughts into a cohesive enough format to be both useful and allow anything Noctis said to her in confidence remain private.

The night they'd camped under the stars together in the Black Shroud had been enlightening and comforting, two burdened souls who were able to be more honest with each other than with their dedicated retinue who unfortunately did not have the same demands put upon them. They'd sat until dawn, the weightiness of their tasks and the expectations of their worlds shared with another who for the first time could understand better than any other. And when the filtered light of the sun had begun to peek through the tangled canopy, they'd begged off sleep entirely and gone fishing at Noctis's insistence, Cassandra happy to learn how to cast a line at his side.

When a few years later she happened across an amnesiac Clive at the Burning Wall and was escorting him through Thanalan to see if anything about might jog his memories, a certain miqo'te was not about to let another such goldmine of an opportunity slip past her. "Cassandra!! Don't tell me, is this another lost prince from another realm?? I need all the details you can give me! A crumb, a morsel, anything you've got!!"

[poorlydrawnmcyt]

the tiny scrimbblos scribbles

[justvoidsdumbstuff1]

I think we all know why she got that hair style

Sonic ahh hair

[justanartistiguess]

Remember the whole BuzzFeed era?

Remember when everyone was leaving and made videos on it?

[cephaloct]

Was thinking about how majestic it’d be if Warlock had his flight powers in game, so I quickly threw together some lines and flats…

[a-not-so-sure-artist]

King Kandy drawing, good night :•]

[spirk-trek]

KaleidoScope Fanzine | Deeb, 1993-94

[gingerale13]

2 scenes from the fic where Scout gets stuck in a time loop -- Going Through The Motions by the wonderful @aussie-bookworm! GO READ IT ON AO3!!

+ Alt versions under the cut

[nihtscada]

hello darlings, welcome back to another installment of "DC men I would commit several atrocities for" today's victim i mean- guest is:

I am a broken man

[evilzsat]

Franco is NOT a victim.

I think you all saw that one post.

Franco is not a victim, no one forced him to murder those innocent women. He did it for his own pleasure.

Yes, he had a bad childhood, but a character’s bad past is used to explain why they’re like that and not used as a justification for their actions. This should be OBVIOUS.

Those women he killed were already struggling with life, they were sex workers who were looked down upon that time and still are. Defending Franco and saying that those women deserved it, or dismissing his actions just shows that you are misogynistic.

I don't care that it's fictional. You are misogynistic.

“All male characters are victims and all female characters are bitches” that's how you sound like. Franco was abused by MEN in his life, women did nothing to him, yet he chose to murder them to take his anger out because he is an insecure little prick.

"He didn't know any better!" He is not a LITTLE BABY! He is a grown ass man canonically in his late 20s. He is very aware of his actions and knows that it's wrong. I can't believe we have to have this discussion in 2024. Just because he's a fictional character doesn't mean you can freely support his actions, his actions are not fictional and they happened in real life A LOT.

basically: Franco is a horrible disgusting person who doesn't deserve any happiness and the "he didn't do anything wrong" take is obviously wrong 💗 I beat him up when he doesn't make me sandwich and buy me beer

edit: wow I can't believe this triggered a person so bad that they are pretending to be me and is spamming people's inbox with this post

[alumy0]

"Someday" sobbing

[tariah23]

Megan is for the girls…

[somnimagus]

My page for @destinytriofanzine! I drew something about kids always dreaming of far off places

[id in alt!]

[deltasaviorthemaker]

aaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhh

I got a bass for Christmas yippee

[ethanharmonia]

Pokemon AU Day 12! :D

The God Himself

GOD IT TURNED OUT BETTER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO BE AHAAAA

Honestly i have been wanting to draw volo's god design for some time and today was the day i had to do it >:D

(and no, he is not evil, let him be a good guy for once, REDEMPTION ARC WHEN)

[sushistyless]

Kisses in kiwi flavour.

just some early morning love between Y/N and H.

1.2k (blurb). My masterlist!

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“Mhm,” Harry grumbles sleepily as he wraps his tatted arms around Y/N’s waist, encasing her with his strong chest. His arrival in their tiny kitchen (but cozy— they’d add) catches her by surprise, a breathy laugh leaving her lips. She melts into his touch, liking the pattern his fingers make as they skate on the bare skin that’s revealed from the way he rucks her (well, previously his) shirt.

“What’s m’precious doing up so early?” He bends down some, the raspy notes of his voice resonating against her neck, and the feel of his lips curving against the canvas of her skin as he speaks slowly.

Y/N breathes in deeply, a smile blooming on her face from his words alone. She flips a pancake, noticing how the golden brown colour on it has spread evenly, and plops it over onto the ceramic plate kept on the side. She nestles further into him as she does so, and Harry’s hold on her tightens, his face now buried in the crook of her neck as he inhales her scent— rosemary and… cinnamon? — revelling in the knowledge that he now has her full attention.

“She’s making pancakes for you. She’s amazing actually.”

Harry grins hazily at her response, kissing her neck and skating his palms gently along her soft waist before giving her love handles a little squeeze. “Don’t doubt that. My dodo is amazing.”

Y/N bites her lip in efforts to stifle her own fluttering laugh, cushioning her head back on his bicep, and leaning back into him. She twists her head to look up at him, fondly gazing over his features while he continues to talk in the drawly velvety voice of his, “But as wonderful as tha’ is, she left me without m’cuddles this morning.” He pouts, giving her puppy dog eyes that are way too easy to fall for, Y/N thinks. “And I need m’girl to give me my daily dose of cuddles t’function.”

He was such a dodo too.

“Oh no,” Y/N gasps dramatically, “How will you live now? I’m getting worked up just thinking about it—” She pretends to faint on his arm, animatedly throwing a hand over her heart and closing her eyes.

“Hey,” Harry warns, the muscles in his cheek resisting the usual urge to twitch into a grin, “She should know that I have her in my arms— in m’clutches— right this second.”

Y/N blows a raspberry, not giving much regard to the threat, instead fanning her hands in front of her face, “Yeah, yeah, right. Like tha—" Her sentence is cut short however, when Harry’s hands move to tickle her sides. A bubble of chirpy laughter immediately bubble out of her system, as she curls into herself as a built in mechanism.

“H-Harry!” She squirms in his embrace, laughs pouring out her lungs, grappling to hold onto his wrists which is almost impossible considering his tactful tickle skills. And even when she does manage to get a hold of him, he’s way too strong for her to move especially when she’s already in an annoyingly compromised situation. “

“Yeah?” He beams, deep dimples making little craters in his cheeks, “Don’t worry now. Her laughs have resurrected me.” His fingers continue to squiggle around her sides until his arms wrap around her form completely, fully holding her to him.

He decides to relieve her by planting a big smooch on her cheek, and there’s quiet in the room from her breathing finally slowing down, heavy pants and little laughs leaving her lips as she calms down. Her fingers move to thread around with Harry’s, a pulse in his grip as she does so.

“Boo you, H,” she beams, panting out, “Absolute meanie.” She shakes her head, eyes betraying her quest to stay unaffected as if they remain with a blushy, joyful little twinkle in her crinkled eyes.

Harry only stares back at her, the biggest smile pulling on his lips. He watches the sparkle in her eyes, happiness cradling his heart at the fact that he could be the cause of that.

“I wanna kiss you, now.” Harry whispers and flips her to face him completely, entranced by the sight of his idiot. His lover. His dodo.

His.

“Yeah?” she counters, slowly pushing herself up to sit on the now empty, slightly flour-y counter. Harry catches on and guides her by the hips, assisting her.

“Yeah.”

That’s when she pops a piece of kiwi from the bowl on the counter into her mouth.

A glint in her eyes is next slowly, and before he knows it, she’s chewing on it.

“Aish. Too bad. Toooo, too bad.” She lets out a soft giggle as she chews, hand covering her mouth, “Such deprivation this is for you. How can you kiss me, when I-I’m eating, Hm?”

“Oh, no.” He smirks at her, “S’bad manners to talk while eating.” He brushes a strand of hair out of his face, his teasing and banter with her mischievous, actions tender. He scrunches his nose some, “Guess it’s time for me to break a rule too, then.”

He moves forward and nudges his nose with hers, and Y/N helps, giggling softly as she pulls back, chewing with her mouth still covered by her hand, a bit of the kiwi juice trickling down her lips. “H! Oh my god, you are—"

“— much less clumsy than you? Yeah, you messy girl. I am.” He grins showing his usual dimples, eyes far too busy twinkling into taking her features as he brings up his thumb and carefully swipes away the little bit of kiwi juice trickling down her chin.

Y/N giggles softly, with a shy glow in her eyes as he does so, finishing her bite. Just as she’s done, in a moment of bold mischief she tries to reach for the bowl again.

“Ah, ah— ahh. Nope.” Harry’s hand immediately reaches for her, pulling it back, a lopsided smile tugging on his lips. “You menace.”

“Oh, I’m the menace?”

“‘Course you are. You’re dodging m’kisses.”

“I’m eating, H! I-" she bubbles out in a laugh, cut off by him.

“Is it ‘cause I ate that last donut you wanted yesterday?” He now pouts, his hold on her tightening as he bends a bit and nudges her nose with his. “Aw, and now you’re upset, Hm?”

She pouts a bit herself, laughing breathily, as she noses back at his nose, eyes closed. “See? You’re so mean. You’re not even sorry about it.”

“‘M such a meanie,” Harry says with a little smile, his eyes fluttering shut as he rests his forehead against hers.

Y/N finally leans in and kisses him, eyes closed too, as the soft touch of her hands behind his neck send tingles down his spine. Supple lips locked in a sweet dance with hers, harry deepens the kiss, tilting his jaw and pulling her flush against his chest, strong arms tightening against her soft frame.

He pulls away barely, eyes full of tender affection as he looks at her own irises, filled with a shy, excited tinge.

He whispers soft, eyelashes fluttering close to hers in a butterfly kiss, “Mmh. Y’taste like Kiwi.”

She kisses him back, barely able to contain her own shy little smile, “And you owe me a donut.”

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