#and scratch the itches in brains

[seafoamdew]

I feel the need to tell you I have written a fic on the hijack arranged marriage au, where I have gotten up to RTTE, I don't blame you but like…I've re-written all of DoB, I fear the word count, and because of you I have other hijack fics. I both thank you, and ask why.

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please

i love you

[lazylittledragon]

i read legends and lattes recently and now i just think karlach should have a coffee shop

[solargeist]

i played Deltarune for the first time yesterday Lol

[ciil]

what makes us any different?

[ethosiab]

Hello, World!

[s3rrrpentine]

flushed and sweaty men anyone

[thimblings]

because, if nothing else, i am predictable lmao i'm pretty sure i'm not even in Act 2 of DATV yet lmao...i love them all, they're all my favorite

[kashmimo]

Soulsilvershipping as Zoeystery

[himbo-kuto]

sylus is someone who always notices the scent of your perfume. he never truly understood the meaning of how smells are associated with memories until he caught a whisper of your sweet scent lingering on his jacket from when you hugged him goodbye last week. he caught himself chuckling to himself as he held the garment up to his nose. 

or in the winter time when he ‘forgets’ his scarf, he knows that your perfume will always welcome him into a warm embrace. no matter what the weather, smelling you always feels like spring. he catches traces of it in the crisp breeze that blows past as you release the fragrance that you’ve been keeping so warm under your wool scarf. 

he wouldn’t usually let you fend the cold, but sylus wanted to be selfish just this one time. you circle it around his neck, making sure to pull it up so it covers his nose. you cup his cheeks, letting the warmth of your hands heat them up before landing a kiss right on his forehead. 

“you’ve been forgetting your scarf a lot more huh?” he closes his eyes and inhales through his nose. the bright citrusy notes of your perfume, mixed in with your body’s pheromones is something sylus will never forget, even in his next life. that’s how he’ll find you, time and time again. 

“i guess you’re rubbing off on me, kitten.” 

there was another time where sylus took you to a path that overlooked the city of linkon. the perfect end cap to your date. you felt his warmth as his held you from behind. you went to lean your head back, only to remember that you had put your hair into a claw clip. he could only laugh as he watched you pout. 

“may i?” he effortlessly freed your hair from the confines of your clip and like clock work, a gust of wind blew past the two of you. that scent once again permeated all his senses, he couldn’t help but smile as he buried his nose into your neck. you tried to push him away as his breath was tickling you, but he only pulled you closer. sylus wasn’t much of a laugher, but he couldn’t help it when he was with you. whether was due to your clumsiness or just the way you were as a person, his cheek muscles were always sore the next day. 

a deep content sigh left your lips as you accepted your fate. you raked your fingers through his hair, feeling the way he relaxed against you. 

“my silly little dragon.” 

and oh was it bittersweet when you were away on a mission and sylus caught hints of citrus and neroli on his sheets. he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and bask in your presence. but instead, he opted for trading his pillow out with yours. he tossed his pillow on the other side of the bed, long forgotten. he turned onto his stomach, fully face planting into the plush goose feather. oh how he missed you. his shoulders relaxed as he let out a deep exhale, now adjusting so his arm was hugging the pillow beneath him. what an insufferable 8 hours until you were back home. though, in no time at all did he find himself drifting back into dreamland, hoping to find you in his arms when he woke back up. 

his sleep was often empty, void of dreams. but for whatever reason he found himself walking amongst a field filled with mandarin trees. the scent was familiar but it felt like it was missing something. he walked through the fields for what felt like forever trying to find what it was, but to no avail. deciding to rest, he took shelter under the biggest tree using its long branches for shade. he closed his eyes trying to envision what this missing piece was. it was always right on the tip of his tongue, but whenever he thought got close, the feeling would just disappear. 

the sound of rustling leaves and branches brought the dragon peace. sylus didn’t even notice that he had dozed off until he was awakened by a familiar smell. that smell. but he was stiff and it was dark. he tried screaming, but his voice was caught in his throat. 

“sylus.. up… my love.. wake up.” 

his eyes shot open only to be met with your warm concerned ones. your hand was resting on his cheek, stroking it gently trying to get him to calm down. his breathing slowly evened out as he came back to reality. 

“did you have a bad dream?” you were in your pajamas and it was dark outside. he could’ve sworn he wasn’t asleep for that long. you pulled him into your chest, using your fingers to lightly scratch the back of his neck how he likes.

“i’m sorry i was away for so long, but i’m home now.” he instinctively nuzzled into your chest, pulling you impossibly close. 

home.

“that’s what was missing…” a curious hum left your lips as you placed a few kisses on his temple.

“what was that, dear?” 

“nothing, i’m just glad that you’re home.”  

(nest - seville orange is the perfume i’m referencing :p hehe iykyk)

[7of-hearts]

if episode four of cloudward ho has taught me anything, it’s that i could watch monty lamontgommery discover new flora and fauna for hours

[tinyhorror]

i am not immune to modern au

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[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Dance untill the sun sets

[ID in Alt Text and under the cut.]

ID: A digital drawing of the Lamb and Narinder from the video game Cult Of The Lamb, dacing over a blue background. The Lamb is drawn with a short ponytail, wearing white shorts and a red top with short sleeves, as well as arm and leg guards. Their back is facing Narinder who is holding one of their hands up above their head. Narinder is drawn as his follower form, wearing wide pants and a red shirt with wide, shoulder-length sleeves. Both characters are smilling and have a slight blush over their face.

[miscellaneouzz]

On the topic of the Mighty Nein’s themes of slowly unraveling their idealized and warped views of each other, I love that while this is all happening with interpersonal relationships in the party, this is also happening with Fjord and his perception of Vandran. Fjord uncovering more things about Vandran he didn’t know about and slowly starting to be disillusioned by him while literally putting up a front to everyone else that is his idealized view of Vandran is so good. I love how Jester saying “Do I like them or do I like what I thought they were? And then you don’t know…” about Fjord ends up mirroring Fjord saying “It might just all be in my head” to Jester about his relationship with Vandran.

Sorry I have so many Fjord thoughts because I recently got his origin comic and I just absolutely love the tragic irony of the line “Captain Vandran was the first real teacher I ever had… He taught me to mask my vulnerabilities so they couldn’t be targeted.” Such a bittersweet moment of how everything clicks with Fjord as a character—that in finding his first form of real comfort in life with someone like Vandran, it only led him further and further away from feeling truly comfortable with himself. And I love how well that characterization is captured throughout the campaign like when he tells Caleb “If I could have it my way, none of you would ever know anything about who I was before and I mean that.” And in the scene where he finally comes clean, he has this very poignant dialogue where he says “I wanted to emulate him, I wanted to be him… Vandran seems to be at peace. But that is not how I felt. I don’t feel at peace.”

So then bringing it back to Jester, there’s another beautiful irony in that despite her dismantling her romanticized perception of Fjord throughout her own journey of self discovery, it was also Jester that knew from the beginning it wasn’t Fjord’s real voice. It was Jester that was vulnerable enough to ask “Do you ever get sad?” and wise enough to say “Do you think if we find him, you’ll stop talking like him?” and valiant enough to tell him “I will do anything to get you away from Uk’otoa.” And you can tell, despite him putting on the act, Fjord cherishes Jester’s ability to bring out his vulnerability so much. It’s why he describes falling in love with her as “You know when someone makes you feel a way that you don’t think you have any right to feel? Or you never thought that you might?” It’s why he tells Caleb that he finds Jester’s whimsical attitude inspiring, but also asks her “What makes you sad?” Why, when he overhears her asking the Traveler to look out for him, he tells her she doesn’t have to wait for a response, because the sentiment alone was enough for him. Why he teleported over a volcano to grab onto Jester and beg her to stay, saying “We will catch you.” There is such eclectic narrative merit in the way that despite their individual affectations and facades, the quiet moments just between the two of them are grounded and earnest. And it isn’t until Jester feels that comfortability in those moments of vulnerability and uncertainty together, that she realizes what falling in love really is to her.

I think Yasha summed it up best: “I’ve found that passion and love for someone is stronger the more that you know them.”

[noodles-and-tea]

Your Arthur art of him thinking a TV is a magic mirror makes me think that he would have freaked tf out the first time he heard a phone ring.

"MERLIN! WHERE IS THAT ACCURSED NOISE COMING FROM!?" lmao

Old timey peoples reacting to modern tech is obvious, what I'm always more curious about is old timey people reacting to modern music for example, or a supermarket (this just in: medieval man faints in a Walmart)

I love Arthur and Merlin, I shall never get over them. Love <3 your art, it is most wonderful

Coming soon: Arthur in a grocery store

[mulderscully]

I've wanted you long enough that I won't have you tease me for another fucking second.

[spiderlilywritings]

Ronin Beaufort Boyfriend Headcanons

Trigger Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, gore

Well. You're in for a wild ride with Ronin Beaufort as your lover. He's not a green flag by any means, but he cares and genuinely loves you, even if he shows it in twisted ways sometimes. (Hearts drawn in blood, maybe giving you an aorta, sending pictures of his gruesome murders in #killer_shit with the caption "this for You, baby" and oh would you look at that, it's the guy that's been harassing you yesterday—)

Never runs out of nicknames for you. Will probably come up with the cheesiest/sappiest nickname just to see your reaction. It cracks him up. ("Baby. Sweetheart. Darling. Pookie. Sweet apple crumble pop with strawberries—")

If you own a vehicle like a car or a motorcycle, he's your go-to mechanic. He'll take your money and maybe a little bit extra later. ("Aww, don't give me that look, darlin'. I just wanted a kiss 's all. Hahaha!") Shows off a little bit of that muscle if you hang around while he's working. His sweetheart's there, gotta impress them right? (And if you're the type to get embarassed easily, it's more fun for him.)

Speaking of vehicles, I'm not sure if Ronin owns one, but if you do, why not take your little Devil for a late night drive? I think he'll enjoy them. Just you and him, enjoying the night air, letting the scenery pass by.

We've already seen it in the games; he's perceptive and if there's something troubling you, he'll know. He's all ears if you wanna talk about it. Or if you don't, he might think of a way to get you to open up. It's not healthy to bottle everything up after all. He's had to deal with his own issues and being stuck in your own head can be... a lot.

Sometimes, you may have impromptu late night talks with Ronin. Trading secrets and all that. Sorting out some feelings and traumas of the past. Those talks can get heavy but things always feel a bit lighter at the end. That's good, isn't it?

He's supportive. He lets you do your own thing, lets you enjoy yourself and indulge in what you love. As long as you take care of yourself too. He might even join you. ("Aren't you a cutie with that smile on your face. Come onnnnnn, show me more, baby.")

I think he'd like those silly couple shirts. The ones with lines like one shirt has "If lost, return to the bastard" and the other is "The bastard" Or just matching things in general. Maybe you want matching plushies, or jewelry, etc. He's down for it.

Learning first aid is recommended if you haven't already. At least, you'd know what to do when Ronin comes to you injured. Victims don't just lay down and wait for their fate. Of course they want to live and some will literally fight for their lives. Ronin keeps himself in shape, but some injuries are just unavoidable. He doesn't like seeing your worried face, so he's quick to ease your worries with his usual bravado.

Horror movie nights are a given. And if you're the type to scare easily (ironic since you're with a serial killer), prepare for some light teasing. Here's a not-so-secret though: Ronin loves it when you cling to him. He likes being able to feel you. Whether it's small instances like your hands brushing against his to you outright hanging onto him like a koala bear. Make him feel your warmth, that you're there. That you'll always be there. (Not. Not like— well, technically they're still— but not there. Not here. Not anymore. Just a memory now that will always haunt him. They left his heart bleeding. And then, an  "Angel" patched it up. He still bleeds a little. But it's bearable. And now. Now, you—)

Tick... tick... tick...

The sheets rustle. The clock continues to tick. Ronin hears your sleepy little murmurs as you frolicked in dreamland.

He chuckles, one of his hands moving to play with a lock of your hair. The sight of you curled up on his bed, in his damn shirt, "Darlin', if this is your way of killin' me slowly, it's working. Juuust a little."

In response, you unconsciously snuggle into his chest. Really now.

Sleeping so peacefully with a serial killer? Maybe he got rid of your sense of self preservation; maybe got some screws loose in that pretty little head of yours.

Ronin pulls you closer.

This was nice. Makes him remember those times when it was easier. As easy as it can get back in Angelwood anyway.

He left that place behind, danced in hell's flames like the Devil he is, letting rot and decay follow him. He didn't mind. Let 'em haunt him till the day he croaks.

When he closes his own eyes, he sees Ther; a reminder of what he had. Of what he lost. Feels like they'll always haunt him too. There, but not there. A spirit? An illusion? No. Maybe just that lingering love he's always going to feel for his childhood best friend.

Ther's gone.

After Ther, came Maria. Maria. Sweet, sweet Saint Maria helped him heal and move on.

And now he's got another angel in his arms. Ronin thinks that's hysterical. The Devil attracts angels it seems like. Wings and all. Letting them decay till those feathers fall and the wings are nothing but bone. It's like giving the middle finger to the good ol' god those old fashioned folks at Angelwood worshipped.

How's that for blasphemy?