#also lea

[oceansquill]

Me watching Q's stream:

[snarkspawn]

I really enjoy playing through tnp again like hi it's been a while

[m--bloop]

[cookiesandcantarella-art]

And as she wept before the grave, the first buds of the Woundtree stretched out around her and formed a bower to shelter her from the falling rain.

It’s tragic, it’s compelling. People understand it, they sympathise with it. It keeps us safe.

I hate her, quite a lot.

Everyone go listen to @thesiltverses NOW. i love Paige so much its not even funny

[ID: fanart of Paige Duplass from the Silt Verses kneeling with tree roots growing from her skin. Paige is a thin white woman with long, straight brown hair and brown eyes. She is nude with her hands twisted in the air above her head. Roots protrude from her flesh, tangling and twisting around her. White crocus flowers bloom from her mouth and one of her eyes, and the flowers frame her silhouette. She looks towards the camera with one anguished eye, a bloody tear gouged into the skin underneath. Where the roots touch her skin, her flesh is marked by deep, bloody wounds. End ID]

[moonyslesbian]

ok enough discourse for the day. everyone quick whats your favourite MINOR buddie scene. like that one scene that is so small and unimportant it shoudln't even be a thing but that for some reason it stuck in your brain. i'll start. mine is in episode ten season four, parenthood, when the 118 is responding to a call and they're talking about the "good cop, bad cop" approach parents use with their child and chimney asks "can't you both be good cops?" and eddie and buck, hanging in the back together, simultaneously go "nooooo" and everybody turns to them. IT'S LIKE. it's the meaning behind it.... everyody in that scene realising that eddie and buck HAVE actually been using parenting techniques with chris cause they're coparenting a child. like for real and not as a joke

[haunted-xander]

That's a roundabout way of asking "is it okay to be trans" Xion

[nocek]

the fluffiest part of the movie and sure maybe Meows Morales wasn't there but I love him too much not to draw him :3

below the cut the whole spread page

[herecomesthementalmeltdown]

god i need to be kissed by her so bad. i want her to hold my hand and tell me everything will be alright.

[telanadasvhenan]

Slaps my lavellan this bad boy can fit so many abandonment issues

edit: uploaded the right picture lol

[clambuoyance]

[DC] doodled these two a lot this week

[autumn-may]

I get why the 358/2 bonus missons exist from a gameplay perspective but from an immersion perspective i feel so bad for roxas.

[lesbianfakir]

The holy grail of m/f shipping is a pairing who crucially DO NOT kiss in canon but regardless plan their lives around each other in a way that walks the line between conventional ideas of romantic and platonic

[anime-grimmy-art]

I really love the headcanon of Roxas giving out his rings to his friends to always have a piece of him with them, cos honestly, it's just freaking adorable.

(Also dont mind the weird perspective, Im still struggling to draw so Im trying to do some weird stuff)

[mizzfizz]

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

pairing. timeskip!akaashi keiji x reader. word count. 0.7k. context: fluff. just started dating.

“Here,”  Keiji mutters. “To keep you warm.”

He tells you as he wraps his scarf around your neck. It’s warm, and smells like him; a soft coniferous scent, a reminiscent of pine trees and the woods you grew up and fantasized in as a child.

Akaashi Keiji, you think, smells like home.

The night air is chilly on the city streets of Osaka as the first snowfall of the year begins. Feathery light snowflakes fall and land on the pavement, on top of moving cars, and on top of Keiji’s head. You think if you look closer, you can see the small intricate snowflakes melt into him, allured by the warmth he brings.

Your heart jumps a little at the close proximity between you and him.

“Thank you,” You murmur and pause. “But what about you?”

He chuckles under his breath. “I’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Keiji’s skin glows under the warm light of the streetlamps, his hair windswept and curls untamed. Nature’s brush has lightly kissed the tip of his nose and the apple of his cheeks with a frosty hue of pink. His glasses sit low on his nose and you watch as he pushes them slightly up. 

His breath materializes in puffs of mist suspended momentarily before fading into the wintry atmosphere. Putting his hands in his pockets to warm his numb fingers, he glances at you, then at his pocket, and pulls something out. 

He pulls out a knitted hat. It’s your knitted hat, you realize. The one your grandmother made for you before she passed, and the one you thought you lost a while ago. 

“I found it underneath my couch.” He says softly as he outstretches his hand to give it to you.

“Oh.” You breathe out, moving to accept it, your hand brushing against his in a fleeting moment. The touch is light, a delicate caress that sends tingles cascading through your body. 

Taking the hat, your fingers go over its gentle ridges that carry years of cherished winter memories you hold close to your heart. 

You look up as he turns his head, facing the crosswalk and glancing towards the red pedestrian sign, waiting for it to change to green.

“Hey Keiji?” You call out to him.

He turns his head, his gaze shifting to you.

“Can you bend a little towards me?”

“U-uh sure.” He responds, bending his body closer to you, confused about your request. He stares down at you with eyes of molten honey, long delicate lashes dusted with sprinkles of snow frame them, enhancing their allure. 

You take the knitted hat in your hands and slide it over his head and ears, your fingers gliding through his soft chestnut curls down to the base of his neck. You can feel his minty breath on your face and your eyes dart from his darkly golden irises to his plump and inviting lips, awaiting the warmth of a gentle caress; you wonder if they taste as minty as his breath. 

Moving your hands away from his neck, you take a step back and bury the bottom half of your face into the scarf he wrapped around your neck; his earthen scent enveloping you. 

“For the scarf.” You say shyly.

Keiji can feel his already pink cheeks intensify to a vibrant crimson. His heart races and blood surges faster through his veins as he stands straight up and looks down at you, your face buried inside his scarf. He wants to grab you by the waist and kiss your lips dearly, to greedily take the air in your lungs and then give you his. 

The buzz of people chattering and the constant hum of cars passing by fills the silence of tingling anticipation between the two of you. 

“A-Ah,” He finally mutters out.

“You can just say thank you, Keiji.” You giggle softly, putting your hands into the pockets of your coat. Flames flicker gently beneath your skin as you move your weight to the tips of your toes back to the balls of your feet. 

“I’m grateful, thank you.” He responds, unable to meet your gaze. He hopes you pass off the reddened blush on his face and blame it on the crisp air. 

The crosswalk sign flashes green, signaling to the pedestrians that it’s their turn to cross. A group of friends wearing high school uniforms walk together in front of the two of you, laughing with each other.

You and Keiji follow a couple feet behind them.

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[lyxchen]

Get up nerdy prudes, it's Halloween!!!

[buttercatrho]

Right after I did the one with Dabu I got this idea so f