#as decided by me and my mutual

[kibutsulove]

or something

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It��s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[karvviie]

have i mentioned that i’m a red team locus truther

(this is old art. earliest is from 2020)

[velvetwyrme]

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[hinamie]

Another blog noticed that Megumis scars are on the same position as Heian!Sukuna. And it's true! By that logic he should have scars under his armpits and on his belly (second arms and second mouth). You drawing it would be interesting

shoutout 2 megumi for making up fr all of yuuji's scars i no longer get to draw

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

tennis

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for voting in the poll to decide who was going to be the leader of the band! It turned out to be such a close race!

[sforzesco]

afternoon conversations 🥰

something something Crassus’ tendency towards Sullan style violence. he’s not so much bothered by how easy the violence is, he’s bothered that it’s reminiscent of Sulla. hashtag cringe.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[moonlightmarvey]

the wheeler siblings!

❤️‍🩹close ups:

[soullessjack]

yea miraculous sucks but honestly they kinda popped off with a magical cat boy whose special magical weapon against evil is a lead pipe and the special magical power of stage 4 necrosis

[smile-files]

don't give up, you're not in hell yet

(objectober 2024 day 30: fall)

[nervocat]

Boothill gives cat vibes honestly.. like he'd be the cat to follow you around and stay attached to your hip when he doesn't have anything to do.

Very affectionate as well. Since his head is the only thing he can feel your touch from, he'll nuzzle into the crook of your neck like a cat would bump it's head against you asking for affection.

Boothill likes to put his weight on you as well. He'll lay on your chest, when your standing he'll hug your wait from the back and lean on you (which makes you stumble bc of his heavy metal body, but you manage to (maybe) stay standing. Maybe you'd fall).

On the other side though, he's very sassy. Pobably. Like Boothill would bite you (playfully + spitefully, depending), keep you from moving, say (silly) snarky remarks, you get it. Maybe.

But yeah um. I'm tired and ik I have more thoughts on this specificly but I can post more later.. gn reader btw and didn't proofread this.

[tell-them-the-north-remembers]

It is crazy to think that Robb's crown, a piece of jewelry he was meant to gain power from, was also his shroud in a sense, not just metaphorically but also literally.

Catelyn's very first thoughts about the crown is that it presses heavy on Robb's head and kingship, the very thing it represents, is indeed too heavy a burden for a fifteen year old boy to bear. But he wears it regardless, he has no choice, he will wear it even if it crushes him under its weight. It is iron and steel, stronger than gold and silver, Robb points out. But at the end of the day whether it be iron or gold the swords on the crown will not protect him, worse yet they will cut him, and when they do they will cut him deep, just as the iron throne cuts the one who sits on it.

Robb wears the crown for the rest of his short life. Robb is killed with the crown on his head, but it is not his last time wearing it. The last time Robb wears the crown is as it sits upon his corpse, nailed on the head of Grey Wind, sewn into his decapitated, dead body. It has at last become nothing short of his shroud.

And then the last time we see that crown is when we see Lady Stoneheart, who has been driven by nothing but a lust for revenge until now, holding the crown that crushed her son under its weight just as Cat had thought it would the very first time she saw it upon his head. She clutches it, she runs her fingers through the swords and for the first time we see her showing an emotion besides anger, "her eyes glimmered under the hood". It is the last relic of Robb, who she believed to be her last living son, her first and last son. And at the same time it is also the visual signifier of the thing that cost Cat her life, the thing that cost Cat her son.

[cryiling]

"bakudeku or rodydeku" actually i think both can and should be true

[jontaro-kun]

God I love women I wish they were real

[nomlioart]

another epico art trades for @misdreavusplush and @woobab 👁️<3

these will be the last art trades sorry fellas- </3