#asks are always open :)

[ozarkthedog]

🐮 <3333

Javier was never a side sleeper until he met you. Now, all he wants is your face to be the last thing he sees every night before he treads the vast unknown of sleep. 

Javier rarely knows peace. He's only allowed glimpses of salvation. 

When a storm rages outside as you lie in bed together, you curl your body around his torso as a loud crack of thunder echoes in the sky.  When he hears you sing in the shower and when you cook his favorite meal. When he pushes your thighs apart, you welcome him with open arms into your warmth like someone who's been forgiven for their past sins.

When he holds you close, can breathe you in, and knows everything is okay in that moment.

💙

send me a 🐮 and i will refresh my pinterest and give u my first four pics as a random moodboard &&& maybe a blurb to go with it!

[the-iceni-bitch]

Another request 🥴 “Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.” with Andy please?

Yes! Teddy bear Andy who just wants to take care of you is like crack for my anguish.

You were crying in your sleep again. Andy could hear your whimpering and feel you tossing and turning on his sleep, blinking slowly as he woke up and frowning as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead and cheeks.

“Baby…” he hushed you gently when you opened your eyes and sobbed immediately. “Aww honey, did you have a bad dream?”

“Yeah.” You sniffled and snuggled closer to him. “It was dark and scary and all I knew was that you weren’t there. I was all alone.”

“Fuck honey, it’s okay now, though.” Andy held your chin and tilted your face up to look at him. “Hey, listen to me. Nothing is going to hurt you. I’m always here for you, I promise.”

“I know.” You rested your head on his shoulder as you started to calm down, letting him rub your back and rub his cheek against your hair. “I know.”

He could always make you feel safe and cared for, even after such an upsetting dream. You felt yourself starting to drift off to sleep again, smiling a small smile to yourself as he started to hum a little tune to help you relax in his arms.

⁂❆❅ 𝒥𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ❅❆⁂

[kinardsevan]

Prompt: Buck finds out that Tommy is actually related to TK Strand.

(ahem. you asked for this.)

ETA: I have a serious problem with word skipping when reading if you can’t tell 🙃

He never intended to find out this kind of information. He done the 23&me on a whim after joking around with Eddie and Chim at work when Chim had randomly dropped into conversation “did you know I’m eight percent Scottish?” And of course they didn’t know, because how would that information have been freely available to him? How would he ever have known? 

And then Chimney had gifted him and Eddie each tests for Christmas, and at the time, Evan had figured ‘why the hell not?’ So he’d done the whole thing. Spit in the tube, sent it in, figured maybe he could at least find out if he had to worry about cancer in his future due to the Daniel of it all. 

“You sure you want to mess around in that,” Tommy had asked him over dinner one night. “I’ve heard about people finding out about murderers in their family.” 

But he’d been so sure. So sure there would be nothing interesting that would come back. There was nothing fun about the Buckley’s. His parents are teachers. His grandparents died of natural causes. What’s the worst that could happen? 

Turns out it was a lot. 

. . .

He’s on the stairs when Tommy comes into the loft, duffel still hitched up on his shoulder. They’re supposed to be spending the weekend together, but Evan’s not really sure what’s going to happen after the last twenty-four hours. 

“Hey,” Tommy murmurs softly, letting his bag hit the floor as he walks over to the stairs. He perches down at the base of them, resting a hand on Evan’s knee and ilfting the other to his face, brushing away the tears there. 

“Hi,” Evan rasps back, still staring at his hands folded in front of him. 

“Eddie said Bobby sent you home,” Tommy murmurs. Evan nods. 

“What’s going on,” Tommy asks softly, concern laced around his words. 

Evan’s eyebrows are knit so tightly together they could one into one another and the line his mouth is pressed into could crack peanut shells. 

“I-…My…Um, Maddie…” The words keep dying in his throat before he can get them out, and it just keeps making the knot in his chest tighter. 

“Is something wrong with Maddie?” 

Evan’s head lifts then, meeting Tommy’s eyes. There are conflicting emotions in the blonde’s sapphire eyes. Sorrow. A little bit of anger. Something else Tommy can’t place. Loss? 

“No,” he replies rapidly. “No, she’s fine. B-but she’s… she’s not-…”  Evan shakes his head at himself and reaches for his phone next to him on the stairs. He unlocks it, swipes at it a few times, and then passes it to Tommy. Tommy stares at him for a moment longer than necessary, and then looks down at the screen. 

“Family tree,” Tommy comments, moving the screen around to see the connections. It takes him a moment, but then suddenly he’s pulling the phone closer to his face, moving things around. “Where’s Maddie and Chim?” 

Evan lets out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, pressing the back of a hand to his nose as he sniffles. Tommy just keeps staring at the phone. 

“This has to be wrong,” Tommy comments. He sets the phone down and looks back up at Evan, cupping his face. 

“It’s not,” Evan rasps, blinking more tears down. “I got the first set of results weeks ago. Told them the same thing. They had me send a fresh sample and retest.” 

Tommy deadpans at him, eyes widened. “Evan.” 

“They’re not my family, Tommy.” His voice is so small and broken that it breaks Tommy, and he can’t stop the tears in his own eyes. “I never fit in because I didn’t belong to them. I’ve never belonged to them.” 

Tommy slides his hands off Evan’s face then and stands, pulling the blonde up with him as he does and into a tight hug. Evan burrows his face into Tommy’s neck, crying softly into the fabric of his maroon henley.

“I’m so sorry, Evan,” he murmurs to him, hand to the back of his head and lips to his temple. For all the jokes everyone has made in recent weeks after Chimney had gifted his friends the test, nobody, not even Tommy, could’ve forseen this outcome. 

They stand in that position for a while, letting Evan process. When it seems like he’s calmed enough, Tommy pulls him over to the table and they sit down next to each other. Tommy pulls Evan’s chair right up next to his, stretching his arm across the back of it and resting his free hand in the blonde’s on the table. 

“There’s nothing that says you have to do anything with any of this information,” Tommy tells him. “Maddie is still your sister. Your family is still your family.” 

Evan sniffles, leans over and rests his head on Tommy’s shoulder. 

“I know them,” he murmurs a moment later, his voice cracking. “The-…my biological family. I know them.” 

“You do,” Tommy asks. He tries not to sound overly curious in case Evan doesn’t want to give more information. 

Evan nods, lifting his head back up. “You remember my friends who came through a few weeks ago to visit?We went to dinner with them?” 

Tommy’s brow furrows as he tries to recall what Evan is specifically referring to. When it clicks, he looks back over at him. 

“TK and Carlos?” 

Evan nods. “H-his parents-… o-or I guess….” He pauses, shakes his head. “Owen and Gwyn had a kid their first year of college. Me, apparently.” 

Tommy frowns at him. 

“They placed the baby for adoption,” Evan continues. “With the option for the baby- me… to seek them out if I decided to once I was an adult.” He pauses for a moment, scowling at his table. “I don’t know h-how, but m-my parents...they tried to have a savior sibling, for Daniel. And it didn’t work. But they knew people through the hospital, a-and when I was born…” His voice trails off, his expression shifting to one of disgust. He looks up at Tommy. “I was technically a match to Daniel. But the graft didn’t take.” 

Tommy narrows his eyes at him, the weight of what Evan’s telling him sinking in. “They adopted you so they could have your bone marrow?” 

Evan lets out disgusted laugh, shaking his head. 

“And then when I couldn’t save the son they actually wanted, they acted like I wasn’t their problem,” he mutters. “And they never told me. “ 

Tommy huffs. He lifts his arm from behind Evan and pulls him in, presses his lips to the blonde’s birthmark. 

“I know it’s not a consolation, but you can still know them,” he states softly. “You already have TK in your life.” 

Evan shakes head, pulling away and looking at Tommy again, more tears in his eyes. 

“Gwyn is dead,” he tells him. “She’s been gone for two years now.” 

Tommy’s head tilts at the information, sorrow and compassion crossing his face. TK also had mentioned when they met that his father was a cancer survivor, and the realization of both of those factors is almost gut-wrenching. 

“I don’t have the right answers for this,” he admits softly. “But I can be here with you through it, whatever you want to do.” 

Evan nods. He leans back over, resting his head on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy presses his face into Evan’s hair, leaving quick, gentle kisses there as his fingers massage gently on his scalp. 

“You’re the only person who’s ever loved me just as I am,” Evan murmurs, snuffling back a small whimper. “The only one who’s ever decided I was enough this way.” 

Tommy gulps down past the knot in his throat as he fists a handful of Evan’s hair, holding him close a beat longer. 

“Never gonna stop,” he rasps after a moment. “This version of you is enough, no matter what anyone else thinks.” 

[thedastrash]

haha I love you mentioning how Cassandra is constantly talking about Varric and what he thinks of her because I am obsessed, OBSESSED with how they literally cannot shut up about each other, you can barely get through a conversation with either of them without the other one coming up somehow, I swear those two have a severe case of Mentionitis for each other

Hot hell YES they are obsessed with each other it’s unreal! The thing that hit me most recently was a line she says chatting with the inquisitor in trespasser. She just out of the blue said “I’m an optimist. Ask Varric” girl WHAT??? (I love her)

Y’all are spending a lot of time with the other person on the tip of your tongue! It’s destroying my shipping heart! I can’t take it!

I need to like read through all their lines and pull out all the references to each other. they keep randomly bringing each other up - her talking about what he might say in response to what she’s said - or him saying what she might think about his character… there are so many assumptions between them and I want to make them sit down and untangle that messy ball of yarn so badly.

[thedamnedlamb]

May we know some wholesome fluff about leshy and the lamb

I now have stable WiFi connection

Previous post has most wholesome Leshy lamb content

But I’ll add on more here for the Leshy plush

Leshy made the plush of himself when he and the Lamb were still small and before Hekets and Kallamars death. So when their relationship was still rather new and they both were new to being crown bearers.

Big part of this AU! Leshy is a good bit younger in this au. Being a new crown bearer right when he gets his eye ripped out by Narinder. New crown bearers take a long time to age and get tall like the canon bishops. So Leshy and the Lamb are closer in age as crown bearers than Leshy is with his siblings. A thousand years is a short amount of time in the eyes of a God. So Leshy had little to nothing to do with the Lamb species genocide in this AU, he was busy being a angsty god child

Leshy’s first loyal disciple is his canonical witness when killed in game (can’t remember name off the top of my head), who basically raises Leshy while the other Bishops go insane over a prophecy

[darkserenity24]

letting you know we all miss you!! hope your move & job transition is going smoothly ❤️❤️ cant wait for your updates again, and i hope you're staying healthy!!

Aw thank you! Move went extremely well. My husband, cat, and I drove 2600 miles across the US from one state too another, and we all made it in one piece thankfully.

Our parents helped us set up our new place and now we’re just trying to get back to our normal daily routines. The 3 hour time zone difference had been tough on us but we’re getting more acclimated each day.

Good news is I started back writing this week! So updates should be coming shortly. I’m not rushing them out because I actually want them to be good (at least to my standards lol). Very excited to share with you guys!

[ionlypostmymeemocs]

Is this real

Yes

[sadsoftserve]

OMG COOKIES??????? NOT EE RELATED???? IM IN OTHER FANDOMS AND HAVE OCS FOR THEM TOO?????????? (please ask abt her, her name is Chocolate Chunk :))

[velveteenshadow]

What are your opinions on a potential Edward Nygma/Adrien Agreste

I ask, because I know both characters are very dear to you and I wonder if you've ever thought about it (if you have, what are your headcanons, and if you haven't, what are your thoughts that this gives you? - Percy

Ooo great question!

Okay, so Edward and Adrien are so absolutely near and dear to my heart. Gotham’s version of the Riddler captured me. That’s the version that I write based off of whenever I write the character.

As for the two characters being shipped, I’d be willing to try writing it. It’d take a bit to wrap my brain around but I think there’s potential.

The relationship I like to do between Adrien and Edward is actually Adoptive Parent Ed. It’s my version of ‘Marinette gets it in the care of Harley, Ivy and/Selina’. I feel like Edward would be so fascinated with the miraculous and would want to help Adrien out (cause Oswald would make him).

I also really like the idea of Adrien/Edward being the ultimate duo to rival Batman/Catwoman. There’s just something about it. (Perfect set up for a Cat fight)

[sweeterthanthis]

what about this winter soldier finding a lost little bunny in the woods, taking her home to his hideout and keeping her safe and warm there whether she likes it or not 🥰

Ooooh, I love this.

You thought the snow was blistering and overbearing but it was nothing compared to the heat from the strong arms tightly wrapped around your body.

"Can you- can you at least take off the mask?" You ask, your teeth no longer chattering from the icy temperature wisping in through the crack beneath the bolted door. "I was doing just fine without you, you know."

You weren't. By now you'd likely have frozen to death. Or been eaten by some starving predator. Although you'd seemingly ended up in the arms of a starving predator so you're still fucked, aren't you?

"If you're not gonna take the mask off, can you talk? What's your name?" The wind batters against the side of the building, your body shivering in his possessive hold. Why won't he let you go? If he was going to kill you wouldn't he have done it already? "Fuck!"

The rough material of his jacket scratches against your cheek when you bury your face against his chest, hiding from the severe weather and shivering in fear from the hale stones that beat down on the roof. It didn't look very sturdy. In fact, you were certain any minute that it would cave in and you'd both be exposed to the elements.

"I'm scared."

"Me too." Your heart forgets to beat for a split second, his gruff, quiet whisper against your ear. "I don't like the cold."

(Sorry, idk what that was just got a little soft there for a moment lol. Thank you!💗)

[ozarkthedog]

🐮🖤

warnings: feels with a happy ending.

You pull your cardigan tight around your body as you walk to your mailbox. Leaves crunch under your heels and scratch across the cracked walkway; fall is setting in. Having never lived in Jackson, you were unfamiliar with its weather patterns.

A cool breeze blows through your bones as you flip the lid on the rickety mailbox and find a lone letter. 

Your name was scribbled across the front, with no address marked. You know that handwriting. The letters shape your name like it's written with love. 

Your throat tightens as you unconsciously lift your head and gaze at the farmer's porch you called a second home across the street from your own.

As much as you wanted, things never worked out with Joel. You fought for your love; as hopeless as it was, you knew it was unique, and Joel felt it, too.

But in the end, it was pointless.  

Your finger slips beneath the edge of the envelope, and you pull out a scrap of paper. It was ripped on the side like Joel had been writing his thoughts repeatedly before finally surrendering and tearing it from the notebook.

Another frigid breeze blows through the town, making the tree tops dance in the wind. You should be shivering from the cold, but happiness burns through you as you glance over the words.

I've been thinking a lot lately.  I miss you.  If you'd allow, I'd like to see you.  Come over for dinner tonight? - Joel 

💙

[the-iceni-bitch]

Hi Nat! May I have “who told you I needed fixing and what made you believe them?” with Ari maybe?

Also, all the hugs and good vibes for a better 2024 😚

15. “Who told you I needed fixing and what made you believe them?”

I don’t know why but I love this one for Ari so much.

Ari felt like he was going to scream, and he could tell you were just as angry as he was. This was exceptionally ridiculous. You two had fought before but for some reason today had pushed the both of you over the edge.

It had started out just fine. You had gotten home from work and smiled when you saw him making you dinner. The smiles and warm kisses hello were normal, and so was Ari asking how your day was. But then you shrugged him off, again, when he noticed the strain in your voice and the way you sighed when you told him it was fine. He knew it wasn’t, he could read you like a fucking book. Which you both loved and hated at the same time. You couldn’t make yourself open up to him for some reason, though, and it was starting to piss him off.

“I don’t understand what’s so damn hard about just telling me when there’s something going on with you.” Ari ran his hand through his as he tried to keep himself at least relatively calm. “I am not asking that much, just for the woman I’m in love with to talk to me!”

“I am talking to you!” You didn’t care so much about staying calm, gripping the edge of the counter so hard it hurt while you yelled in frustration. “I’m so sorry I’m not enough for you! Who the fuck told you I needed fixing and what made you believe them?”

“I’m not trying to fix you, goddamn it!” Now he really was mad, you always accused him of this type of shit whenever he tried to get you to open up when all he wanted was to know you. “I want to be able to help you if you need it. I want our relationship to grow and become deeper and more meaningful. If you just want a feel good dopamine boost, then fucking fine, but at least tell me that instead of acting like you want something important. Do you even know what you want?”

You just tilted your head back and screamed then stormed out the door. You didn’t need this shit. You didn’t need someone to tell you what you wanted. You were fine by yourself, the tears that fell from your eyes and the pain in your chest didn’t mean anything, Ari didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

“God, that is just fine!” Ari was crying too now, tossing the food into the sink and punching the wall as he sucked down painful breaths. “I’ll just be here waiting like a fucking moron if you ever decide you want to have a real, grownup relationship!”

⁂❆❅ 𝒥𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ❅❆⁂

[seasideoranges]

hi hello what is your most beloved zukka headcanon

anything that involves them taking care of each other regarding chronic pain. Sokka taking care of Zuko regarding his pain with his scars, Zuko taking care of Sokka with his pain in his leg and arm/shoulder. it means so much to me…

my other favorite beloved zukka headcanon is that they always take druk out on night rides/romantic flights as a date. trying to show that more with my old men zukka art, but it’s so silly and sappy and gross and cute! druk is annoyed as hell but he loves making his dads happy.

[maribat-menagerie]

Maribat AU where Damian is a Sentimonster like Adrien, Felix and Kagami?

This has amazing potential. Thank you to the Anon for ask! (Asks are always open and are able to be anon).

Damian being a sentimonster would raise a lot of questions.

Who created him?

Why was he created?

How does he find out he is a sentimonster?

Does he ever find out?

Do any characters, beyond his creator, know he's a sentimonster?

What object is his amok within?

Feel free to answer any of these questions in reblogs/replies as well as give any further ideas sparked from this! Help inspire others while also giving the idea from anon life (how ironic considering it is about sentimonsters).

[medic-clones]

Ask the Medic Clones questions! (Which are Goth Cashier Medic, Biker Medic, and Herr Paule so far. Planning to make more!)

[darkserenity24]

I miss 'freedom & chaos'.

I do as well! Attempting to write as we speak lol.