#anyway hope you like it

[virtualtear00]

Girl who says she's fine

[haveihitanerve]

I am a proud Bruce Wayne can cook believer so I, a humble tumblr user, request Bruce cooking with his family.

YES. sorry that was loud. But yes 100%. i gotchu

Dick: Dick awoke to the sound of sizzling. He slipped out of bed slowly, padding down the stairs into the kitchen. Alfred was off on a little veteran excursion with old friends, and it was just him and Bruce in the manor for the week.

Bruce was standing at the stove, humming along to the soft music playing, an apron wrapped around his waist as he flipped something in a pan with one hand, messing around with a spatula in the other. He turned when Dick entered the kitchen, smiling.

"Hey chum, you're awake! Wanna help me cook some breakfast?" Dick nodded, climbing onto a chair to peek at the eggs Bruce was making. "I'm making omelets. They're simple and quick and provide you with lots of good protein and vegetables." Bruce informed him, lifting him off the chair and onto his hip instead, handing him the spatula.

"Go on, flip it." Dick laughed, leaning over the pan to flip the omelet. "Nice work chum!" Bruce cheered, sliding the finished omelets onto two plates. "Now we make some bacon- and.." Dick leaned against Bruce's chest, watching as he easily moved around the kitchen, explaining every step as he went. It was nice. Cozy. Domestic.

Jason: Jason awoke to the smell of frying bacon. He slid down the banister into the kitchen, and padded over to Bruce's side, who was leaned against the counter, drying dishes. "Hey Jay lad." Bruce greeted with a smile, bending down to lift him up. "What's up?"

"What're you making?" Jason asked around a yawn, peering around the kitchen for the source of the smell. "Oh," Bruce grinned, bending down so he could peer into the oven. "I'm making breakfast muffins. They've got bacon, eggs, cheese, and jalapeños." Jason's stomach rumbled and Bruce laughed, standing again.

"It'll be ready in a few Jay." He plopped Jason on the counter, grabbing a cookbook off the shelf. "In the meantime, wanna help me get started on this pot roast for dinner?" Jason nodded, running his hands along the old, yellowed pages of the cookbook. Bruce smiled as he watched him, collecting the ingredients.

"It was my mothers." He informed him, picking the recipe. "and one day," He bopped Jason's nose with a spoon. "It might be yours." Jason smiled.

Tim: Tim awoke to the sound of clanging dishes. That was... strange. Tim jumped out of bed, hand closing around his bo staff. His parents were off on another one of their little adventures. He was home alone. There wasn't anyone else in the house. Or, not supposed to be.

Tim crept down to the kitchen, keeping his back against the wall, before slowly peering inside. Bruce was standing at the sink, filling dirty pots and pans with soapy water, an apron wrapped around his waist, though clearly not big enough for him, so Tim assumed it belonged to the old cook who must have left it when Janet fired her.

"Uh," Tim cleared his throat and stepped into the kitchen, leaving his staff in the hallway. "Bruce? What are... you doing here?" Bruce turned to face him, smiling brightly.

"Timmy! You're awake! Lovely, sorry to drop by unannounced, but you mentioned yesterday not eating breakfast lately, and, well, I figured I'd stop by and make you something." He wiped his hands on a towel, suddenly seeming a little nervous. "If- if that's all right?" Tim nodded slowly, unsure.

"Uh, yeah- yeah no that's fine. What um, what for though?" As far as he was concerned, Robin hadn't done anything wrong lately, and he definitely hadn't done anything that warranted Bruce coming over to make him breakfast. Unless this was Bruce's way of softening the blow of firing him... Something curdled in Tim's stomach.

But Bruce smiled, set at ease again, and turned to his dishes. "Oh no reason, you just mentioned not having eaten breakfast and well," he laughed lightly, sticking a brush into the sink to help his cleaning. "Its... a little bit of a tradition, you know." He shrugged. "For me to cook something. For every Robin. You don't, uh, live at the manor, but that doesn't mean you should miss out."

Tim blinked in confusion. Bruce was... openly sharing a Robin tradition with him? That was new. Bruce sighed, apparently knowing it to, and turned back around. "I'm sorry Tim, I should... this is weird.. I should have told you I'd be coming and... you're permanent Tim."

Tim stared at him wide eyed. "I'm what?" He repeated, utterly confused and a little scared. "You're permanent." Bruce repeated, eyes utterly serious. "i know I haven't always been the best towards you, but I'm trying. I want to- I want to fix that. And be there for you. Like your parents should be. I'm not trying to replace them- I just want you to know I'm here and-"

He was rambling, words moving too fast for Tim's ear to pick up, his own cheeks flushed as his hands moved awkwardly in his haste to explain. Tim didn't care. He'd stopped listening after 'you're permanent'.

Before Bruce had a chance to react, before Tim could stop and think more about what he was doing, he was across the room, his arms wrapped around Bruce's torso. Tim's mind finally connected to his body and he tensed, waiting for Bruce to push him away, to say "no thats not what I meant"... but after a short pause, Bruce's arms wrapped around him.

He was warm and strong and solid, firm and protecting. "I've got you Tim," Bruce whispered, his breath tickling Tim's ear, but the words sweeter than anything he'd ever heard. "You're permanent."

Steph: Steph didn't know how he was in her house. She wanted to know how he'd found her much less. As Bruce Wayne, even, not as Batman. She just stared at him. At Bruce. Standing in her kitchen, awkwardly, holding a Walmart bag of groceries. He cringed, lifting said bag. "You wanna make some waffles?"

Stephanie didn't even know what her life was, anymore. Here she was, ex-robin, remade Spoiler, standing in her cramped, crappy kitchen apartment, making waffles with fucking Batman, except it wasn't Batman, it was Bruce, and he was wearing her obnoxious purple apron and was singing along to her horrible music taste and he was good at singing damn it, and he was laughing at her jokes and even making his own and he even let her lick the spoon and the waffles looked delicious and...

"Why are you here Bruce?" She asked finally, while they were waiting for the last waffle to finish, and Bruce had already moved on to do the dishes for her. "Hm?" Bruce returned, pretending like he hadn't heard her, or understood her, though she could tell by the way his shoulders tensed that he had.

"Why are you here?" She repeated, crossing her arms. Bruce sighed, shoulders slumping. "Because I messed up." He whispered quietly. Steph stilled. "What?"

"I messed up." He repeated, and returned to his scrubbing, doing it more forcefully than necessary, and not turning around to face her. "I- I shouldn't have fired you Stephanie." And that was when the world slid out from under her feet.

"W-what??" She exploded. Bruce bit his lip, knuckles white on the scrubbing brush. "It- it was wrong of me to fire you. I- I'm sorry." And any fight she was gearing up for went out of her. "I was just so mad, and- and I was missing Tim and Dick and Jason and everyone... and its no excuse." He turned, finally, meeting her eyes. "Its no excuse. Not for how I treated you, not for any of it. And, I'm sorry."

Steph stared at him, rendered speechless for the first time in her life. Bruce fidgeted under her stare, but to his credit did not move away, or break eye contact, or flee. "Why now?" She finally managed to squeeze out. Bruce sighed, and it seemed like enough of an acceptance of his apology for now that he turned around again, and resumed doing the dishes.

"I don't know. I guess... I guess because I realized I hadn't done it with you yet." he gestured to their pile of waffles. "Cooked. Cooked for you. I cook for every Robin. For every Robin I've ever had I've cooked. And I- I didn't do it for you. And its because you weren't there for very long but truly its because I didn't want to. I didn't want you to be Robin. Because that meant Tim truly was gone. Because I only get a new Robin when the old one is gone. Gone for good." He shrugged. "There's no excuse."

"Those sounded like some pretty good ones right there." Steph joked lightly. Bruce smiled at that, but still didn't turn around. "But they aren't." Steph swallowed, and slowly walked closer, taking a rag and slowly drying off the dishes he finished.

They worked in silence for a while, until all the dishes were cleaned and put away again, and Steph motioned him to sit down at her rickety old table, and served them waffles.

"I forgive you." She said finally, when they had both eaten their fill. Bruce looked at her. Clearly shocked, but... listening. Staying. She loosed a breath, leaning back in her chair the way Jason had taught her.

"I forgive you because... because you have some pretty good reasons and because... well these waffles are really good." That got a smile, a crack in his mask, and Steph smiled back before she could stop it.

"But mostly..." His smile faded and he waited. Waited. Stayed. "But mostly I forgive you because you apologized. And because I want to. Because well," She smiled ruefully. "Robin can't ever stay mad at Batman for too long can he?" Bruce smiled back, smaller, more subdued, but he smiled back. "No," The words sounded almost sorry. "No he cannot."

Damian: Damian awoke to the smell of home. But... that wasn't right. He wasn't home. Not, not at home. He was at the Manor. At Home home. But the smell...

Damian slipped out of bed, walking to the kitchen. He found Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Steph there, yelling at each other and cooking, Bruce and Jason doing the most work while Steph handed them things, Tim read stuff aloud from a big yellow cookbook, and Dick watched, occasionally sampling things and calling for more of something.

"What's going on?" Damian asked, and his words cut through the chatter like a knife. Silence fell. Damian regretted speaking immediately, wishing he hadn't come downstairs at all. But Bruce turned with a smile, still stirring something that smelled so familiar.

"Hey Dami," he greeted, nodding his head for him to come closer. "Happy Birthday. We just decided we'd get together and make you something special for breakfast." Tim nodded and he and Dick herded him to the table, sitting him down and tying a napkin around his neck.

Jason appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray that wafted like home. "We made a bit of everything," He eldest brother said with a sheepish smile. "Wasn't sure which you'd like." He set the tray down and Damian couldn't stop the tears from welling up, not as he beheld the staples, the dishes Mama had made him. That he had shared with Grandfather.

"Wh- why? What?" Damian looked around at all the sweaty, proud, flour covered faces, beaming at him from around the table. "Do you not like?" Bruce asked in concern, brows furrowing.

"NO!" Damian returned, a little too forcefully, cheeks turning pink. "No." he said, a shade quieter. "Its lovely, but, but why?" Steph grinned, leaning over to ruffle his hair. "Because, little moon, it's Robin tradition that Bruce cooks for you. And, well, since we're fairly certain you're gonna be the last of us,"

"I don't think B's hair can take anymore." Jason grumbled. Tim snickered in agreement and Bruce smacked the back of his head with a small, fond smile as Jason ducked, laughing lightly. Steph rolled her eyes at them, winking at Damian as she continued. "We figured the rest of us would pitch in too." Dick grinned, leaning over to pour him a glass jellab. "Happy Robin Birthday Damian."

[boogflake]

TAADAAA!!! The sfth boys for christmas! You can use them as pfps (just make sure to credit me :) ) 🦌⛄️🎄🎁

[dimdiamond]

When you're both 17 but one still has to go through growing sprouts coughHaddockcough

I drew this for the first chapter of my fic "Rêve d'âme" if you want to check it out!

[seenfull]

[ksfd892]

Jumping on the Rory and Jess analysis train...

Jess generally doesn't abide by rules unless they make sense to him, and/or are important to people he cares about.

Rory likes rules because they make her feel safe. When she starts having feelings for Jess, she forgets about rules - case in point, impulsively kissing Jess at the wedding - and that frightens her a little. This impulsivity scares her at various other points in the series and Rory clings to rules as a result.

During the early seasons, Rory is afraid of uncharted emotion. Jess, while not necessarily afraid in the same way, doesn't know how to handle his emotions. He doesn't look to rules as Rory does, but has also never had any means to navigate. Both characters flounder when their emotions overtake them and both go the wrong way - Rory insists she doesn't need a set of rules when she drops out of college, and Jess rejects everyone and everything because rules and expectations have never done anything for him.

Later on, it's a kind of compromise which helps both. Jess tells Rory this 'isn't her' when he sees her in S6, and she is trying to be someone she's not. Rory goes back to school and remembers that she likes rules and structure, even if she is an adult and can question them a little. Jess, for his part, writes a book and works at a publishing house, able to take on some external responsibility without expecting the worst from everyone and nothing from himself.

[imeriayapping]

More Bez/Logan content please

Another thing logan didn't really consider at first were tattoos.

When he watched marco through his phone it made him aware, yes, but not as much because most of the time they were hidden underneath the leathers or just not the main focus of pictures.

Logan looked at them, wondered whenever there was a photo in his stories but tried not to do that too much because it felt a bit weird without knowing marco personally.

But now after they actually getting to know him personally, exchanging numbers and even going out a few times (in his head logan likes to think of those times as dates even if they never specified) those thoughts start plague logans mind, seeing some peek out from underneath of Marco's shorts or sleeves. Or how sometimes "12" catches his eye when bez explains something animatedly.

For himself, logan never gonna have one. He knows that and always did, idea of something so permanent putting way to much stress on his shoulders. That and also pain and mild discomfort that would come with tattoo too.

It's not like logan judges anyone for having them but still sometimes what he saw made him mentally raise an eyebrow a few times. Logan doesn't hold himself higher than others just because of external appearance that may not match his tastes or views.

But with bez-

With bez it's different just like it always is. All and every tattoo seem to fir him perfectly, like a small addition to a puzzle outside of it's border that can make picture bigger. It's always interesting for logan to search all the ways that bez is differs from him in because there always more and this was another addition to this list.

Like some of them are absolutely ridiculous! But it doesn't stop logan from feeling either attracted or endeared, for example a photo tattoo of ones dog would make him roll eyes in any other situation but will marco he just wants to laugh and trace it with his fingers.

All this mulling over makes logan feel a mix of emotions when he gets to Marco's apartment in Italy (they agreed for logan to stay there for a few days before next race weeks ago) on one hand thinking that it would be ridiculous to ask for a something like a tattoo tour this early into speaking to one another meanwhile much more delusional part of him hoped that marco would read his thoughts and propose to do so himself, or at least allowed logan to trase a few of those visible on his arms.

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As it turned out afterwards bez was very eager to show all of his tattoos and also had a bit of additional plans for duration of logans stay with him. Somehow a bit of embarrassing confession about having that much thoughts about tattoos while they were watching some film and Logan just zooned out looking on Marco's leg lead to a tattoo tour that lead them to Marco's bedroom and in turn made him go into even more detailed rant about tattoos and piercings afterwards.

(Logan tries to keep thoughts about bez piercing at bay because he'll get even more insane about those and he doesn't have luxury of such distraction right before the race)

In the end Logan entered a paddock on Thursday humouring a few thoughts about how a single earring would look on him

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

fleabag "this is a love story" voice: this is about suicide

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[resident-rats]

👀 If you’re still taking requests from the prompt list, does #24 strike anything creatively in you? Literally any pairing. And if not it’s totally cool. -residentthot

On it 🫡 (Sorry for such a delay, it’s for chreon btw)

Prompt: “I never knew you liked being spanked.”

Words: 1654

[18+ under the the cut]

Pulling into the driveway, Leon and Chris sat for a moment. Bags piled across the backseat, neither making the first move to enter their house.

“Feel like we’ve forgotten something.” Leon said, glancing behind at the groceries.

“Wouldn’t put it past us.” And with that, Chris unclipped his belt, opening the drivers side door. “C’mon, not going back for anything now.”

Together they managed. Lifting everything inside, items in various degrees of being put away. There was no specific order. They were mostly quiet, too tired to make meaningful conversation. Only thing Leon particularly wanted was dinner. And luckily, it wasn’t his turn to cook.

A list had been made beforehand. Though naturally it was forgotten. Remaining pinned to the refrigerator. It wasn’t like either had a bad memory, still leaving with more items than needed - that was just how grocery shopping went. But something still felt glaringly obvious.

For the first time since getting home, Leon looked at the list. Properly looked.

“Ah shit.” Of course.

“What?” Chris turning with a can of something in his hand.

“Know what we forgot,” Giving the man one of those looks. “The milk.” Because it always was the fucking milk wasn’t it?

He watched as Chris’ face dropped in realisation, reading the list for himself.

“Well, it was your job to remember the list. You can go get it tomorrow.” Said rather playfully, smiling as he looked to Leon.

“Hey, c’mon that’s not fair!”

“That’s not very professional now is it?”

“Okay but-”

Though the man had already grabbed a tea towel, twirling it before smacking it into Leon’s ass. It wasn’t necessarily the action which cut off the sentence, more so the noise which Leon made. Which came out perhaps a little too enthusiastic.

That was then followed by a silence which felt way too prominent.

“Never knew you liked being spanked.” Chris halfheartedly laughed to himself.

Leon would have said something witty in return, something to shut him up, if it weren’t for the blush darkening his cheeks.

“Oh my god, you do.” The sight capturing Chris’ attention, words said almost in disbelief, leaning against the island in total amusement.

“Shut up.” Leon all too aware of how warm his neck felt, how flushed he presumably looked.

“No, no, you’re not getting off that easy,” Putting the shopping away had been long forgotten. “We’ve been together how long now? And you’ve never told me you like to be spanked.”

The embarrassment only set in further.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Spoke with a soft hint of hurt as a massive hand came to cradle Leon’s jaw. A gesture of reassurance and a way to keep eye contact.

“Just never came up.” Half mumbled. Watching as Chris just smiled.

Suddenly there was breath against Leon’s ear, the man’s body close.

“Guess we should make up for lost time then?” Words flowing straight into Leon, like everything around them stopped. Cock showing more than a little interest.

That was what took them down that path anyway. The one which lead to Chris sat on their bed, with Leon stark naked sprawled over his lap.

Leon could already feel how he leaked against Chris and nothing had even happened, the anticipation killing him. Could practically feel the blood rushing through his veins.

The palm of Chris’ hand came to rest against Leon’s ass, soothing light circles into it. Muscles already twitching. Waiting.

“Want you to count for me, okay?”

Leon just nodded, eager and dumb. Too aware of how his cock lay trapped between them both.

“Good.” Fingers squeezing the tender flesh, before withdrawing his hand all together.

Allowing his eyes to fall closed, Leon awaited.

And like that there was a smack. A blunt force as he was struck straight across the ass, quick to be followed by the escape of a pleased sound.

It hurt, a sharp sting bleeding into his skin, but fuck it also felt good. Resulting in his cock drooling more. Unable to help whatever small whimpers were released.

Again, Chris’ hand ran over the area. Careful. Calming the nerves with his gentle touch.

“One.” Leon got out, with only a slight shake to his breath. The word appeasing Chris.

“That’s good,” Hand still exploring. “Should’ve told me this sooner baby.”

“S-sorry.”

“Shhh, don’t apologise. Sure you’ll make it up to me, yeah?”

And just like that, the hand was gone. Leon’s ass left raw and wanting.

Fuck, he desperately needed more. Trying to relax and control the unsteady breaths. Helplessly ignoring the throb between his thighs.

And there it was, the second strike. More forceful than the last. Or at least it felt that way. The area already sensitive after the first, Leon could feel the way heat rose under his skin.

A moan, a proper one, punching it’s way from Leon’s stomach. Brows furrowed as it happened. Another spike of endorphins. Jesus it really shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did, it really did. Brain already growing clouded. And it was only the second hit.

“Two.”

More blood flowing south. Body slackening over Chris’ legs as he allowed himself to sink into the feeling.

“So beautiful like this.” Lying there listening to how Chris spoke. “Not keeping anything else from me?”

It took a second for Leon’s reply.

“No, promise.” Voice heavy.

“Better not be lying now?”

“I- I promise. Really.”

“Alright, I’ll believe you.”

He knew it was coming, but he still missed the hand when it left. Loving how the fingers had kneaded him afterwards, how they sent small jolts of pleasure to his cock.

“Settle a bit, yeah?”

Apparently it wasn’t just Leon’s mind which had grown restless.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy. Control yourself.” The praise bringing comfort.

The weight of Leon’s excitement hung in the air. Trying to be as patient as possible. Ass up, a slight tremble in his legs.

“Really weren’t lying when you said you liked this were you?”

Leon opened his mouth to reply, but then it came. Chris’ palm coming down. It was more than tactical. The noise pulled from Leon was lewd, and loud. Very loud. Causing a love hate relationship with his cock. Loving the feeling, wanting more of it. But hating how the pain was just present enough to stifle his orgasm.

It hurt, the sharp sensation rocketing through the area. While simultaneously providing a stress relief of sorts. Knowing he could be vulnerable around the man and he’d be taken care of.

“Fuck.” Uselessly whined as he tried to bring himself back to the room.

“Doesn’t sound like a number to me.” Judging by Chris’ voice he was enjoying it. Leon’s pleasure more than evident.

“Three.”

“There we go.” Again rubbing his cheeks, though the hand was quick to drop. Squeezing the area below Leon’s ass. Engulfing it, fingers getting a firm hold. “Need to remember numbers now don’t we?” And he didn’t let go. Only applying more of that blunt pressure.

Leon couldn’t help the squirming. Not that he was uncomfortable, but doing everything not to cum then and there. Like every point of contact with the man was heightened.

“Chris - ah fuck - Chris I’m gonna- Chris please-” Not particularly caring how pathetic he came across.

At that Chris let go.

“Already?” Smiling through the word.

The cold air flooding the abandoned area.

“Chris please.”

“Not yet.” Fingers back to caressing the curve of his asscheek. “Two more, how about that? Sound fair?”

By then Leon was happy to take whatever he could get.

“Y-yeah, anything, please.”

Only two more. Leon could do that.

“Good.”

The impact of the fourth shifted Leon’s body a bit. Smacking clean into him. A hiss, as Leon tried to bite back whatever noise his throat urged him to make. Brain already soft and fuzzy. The pain and pleasure both intermingling. Cock aching, the dull yet deep kind of pulsing that was impossible to ignore.

“Fuck, you’re so good like this. Wish you could see yourself.”

Really Leon wouldn’t have been surprised if a handprint had been left behind. Basking in the relief of afterwards.

“Think you can touch yourself? Can you do that for me?” The question puncturing the haze.

Wordlessly, Leon reached beneath him, fingers curling around his own cock. Careful not to tug too hard, knowing it’d send him over.

“That’s good, just like that baby.”

To which Leon could only whimper in response.

“One more, okay?” Sounding so gentle. “Let’s see if you can cum for me okay? Think you can?”

Lazily Leon nodded, essentially almost there already.

“Good.” Chris’ free hand briefly tracing the edge of his face. But it was short lived. Again, Leon found himself waiting. Needing. Cock twitching. Almost there. All of it feeling so intimate. Allowing every thought to leave, left with only whatever sensation his body brought.

Chris’ palm struck again. Hard. The strong thwack was the only thing to be heard. And just like that, it happened. Body tensing in an involuntary manner. Not so much the pain, but more so the mental shift which sent him over. Cock sliding into his fist.

Afterwards Chris would have to wash his jeans. Cum soaking into them, as Leon lay there needy and unable to do anything. Each spurt somehow better than the last. Feeling wrung dry until the last few drops dribbled over weak fingers.

Throughout it Chris never stopped massaging the area. Hands not leaving once. Voice filled with nothing but praise and reassurance.

Eventually Leon relaxed, too exhausted to move.

“You did well.”

“Mhm.” Was all Leon hummed. Barely registering the words.

“Really well.”

Suddenly there was something cold. Though too out of it to turn around and look, but soon coming to the realisation it was Chris applying cream. Swirling it over the reddened skin.

“Still need you walking tomorrow.” Chris joked, as the action continued. “You gotta get milk.”

Like that was fucking happening.

For this ask game!!

[nexttrickanvils]

kissing it better for shuharu! <3

“Ta-da!”

Haru smiled as she handed the newly embroidered handkerchief to Akira, proud to present a new product for Cafe Noir.

“It was a little tough at first to get the shapes right. But I think the design turned out cute.”

“I agree. I’m sure the customers will love these.” Akira said, smiling as he took in the details of the flowers and black cat faces

But his smile fell once he looked at her and noticed her bandaged fingers. He gently took her hands into his as he took a closer look. She’d chastise him for being so protective but honestly she was one to talk. Even with their time as Phantom Thieves in the past, they both couldn’t help but worry about each other.

“Don’t worry, they’re just a little sore right now. They’ll heal up quickly.”

“Hm… maybe I should help speed up your recovery.”

“Huh?”

Before she could ask what Akira meant, he began to place gentle kisses on each bandaged spot.

How embarrassing, she and Akira had been together for how long now? And he was still finding ways to make her blush like in their school days.

Soon enough, he looked up at her.

“Did that help?”

Haru giggled, “Yes. I feel so much better already.”

[wofwithhands]

Tribe: Silkwing (flamesilk)

Name: Flambeau

what their physical appearance is: orange scales and wings, yellow eyes, and a thin scar on her nose that goes to the back of her jaw. Her coloration is that of a Flambeau butterfly. She has leather pouches that are kinda like Sundew's

Briefly what their personality is like: she is extremely protective of the jade winglet, specifically Carnelian (there might be a bit of a crush there), but is otherwise apprehensive when dealing with dragons.

I have her duller clothes because that’s what flamesilks would’ve had to wear (and the butterfly is muted) but she just sort of looks like a mail girl😭

[active-mind-15]

Oh yeah, I have another song rec for your Akashi playlist @cemetery14

Everything from the song title to the lyrics is so him. I love it.

[ghostofdiamonds]

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two of my most niche interests in one place, is this anything to anyone else?

[darushi-chan]

Day 3 of our favorite magical boy! 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 Gotta post here and the bird app before I finally get some sleep, giving a try to writting something spicy for this drawing on my Ao3 account, I'll post there after I get the dreams, Im to sleep deprived to see if what I wrote makes sense, lol.

[tatort-sideblog]

Karow & Rubin Dein Name sei Harbinger

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Song: Thirteen by Icon for Hire

We're back and angstier than ever (I was having feelings and projected on Leo again)