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Caregiver diluc who

Holds his little on his hip while he goes through his daily routines at the winery

Adelinde who watches his little while he runs out real fast - she tries her best to comfort them as they cry wanting Diluc back.

Diluc spoils his little so much, as long as you follow the rules he’ll buy them whatever they want!

Games are happening 24/7, it helps make sure they follow the rules they need to! Quiet game, put away game, so on and so forth.

[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[lightseoul]

a/n. feeling soft and yearning for 30-something boyfriend!bkg, so i just had to write something down on him real quick. enjoy! (0.5k)

thinking about quiet saturday evenings with bakugou, spent in the comfortable silence you've both worked towards in the brief time you've spent officially together.

you're in your early 30s now, and people your age are rushing to get rich or get buff or get hitched, but with bakugou it's surprisingly peaceful. you're in no rush, just seven months into this budding relationship, but that doesn't mean the people around you aren't.

"denki's getting married next year," bakugou shares out of the blue, breaking the quiet and sprawled so nonchalantly on his leather couch. you whip to look at him from where you're seated to his right, stunned.

"seriously?"

at that, he snorts. "crazy, right?"

you try to frown at his tone, but the corners of your lips refuse and fight to turn upward instead. "be nice, kats. i was referring to how fast they're going, not to the fact that he's getting married."

bakugou merely hums in neither affirmation nor disagreement. leaning forward, he places the mug of tea he's been nursing on top of the coffee table. "it's gonna be a pain in the ass either way. he asked me to be a groomsman."

you don't even try to tamp down the excitement that shoots through you. "he did? that's great, babe! that's so sweet of him."

he shrugs. "yeah, well. i told him i'll only agree if he included blue as one of the colors for the guests."

you feel your eyebrows furrow. "...blue? what's with that, specifically?"

bakugou frowns at you like you just told him the sky was green. "because that's your color?"

he says it so as a matter-of-factly that you buffer for a second, not knowing how to respond.

"…but the wedding won't be until late next year, right?" you finally ask when you get your words back, voice small.

"yeah?" he retorts without missing a beat. "what're you getting at?"

he asks the question in such a way that's bordering on challenging you, shutting you right up. the thing is, you've never thought much about the future, let alone one shared with bakugou, mainly because you didn't want to get way ahead of yourself and potentially get disappointed, yet...

here he is, talking so casually about it.

you look back up to see that he's still staring at you, goading you for an answer, and for a moment, you debate whether or not to have the conversation now.

the conversation where you talk about what the future looks like ahead of you.

but as you gaze back at bakugou's waiting, crimson eyes, and drink in the softness of his skin that perfectly juxtaposes the sharpness of his features, you decide to save it for another day.

shaking your head, you toss him the gentlest smile you can muster. "it'll be my honor to be your date to the wedding, katsuki."

at that, bakugou scoffs, but there's no missing the tinge of pink now decorating the high planes of his cheeks.

"who else would it be, dumbass?"

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

[cacaocheri]

thinking about how sun is a touchy bastard and needs to be soooo sneaky to get closer to yn

[acid-ixx]

i think it's a bit funny that with some new neglected batfam fics i've read so far from others, people began to portray damian the same way i did (an injury he left on the mc after their first meeting/after a certain incident, or his overall aggressiveness that stems possessiveness being the blood sibling, or his desire to be babied/seen as a baby brother, a parallel to dick seeing you as his baby bird).

and it's not only with damian, i see some with the other characters, too.

it's fun finding similarities between my portrayals of the characters and theirs. also, the love for conner kent that suddenly surged, too! i'm not complaining, though; his 90's version deserves more love and i'm glad that there's so many people in my inbox admitting that they got into comics because of me.

i appreciate everybody who sees what i wrote as an inspiration <3 this post is meant to be my gratitude for the community of writers who found my silly fanfics and found motivation to write for their own stories, too! the same way i found fanfics from my favorite authors (gotham-daydreams, klemen-tine, and so much more). i think it's really nice.

[zorangezest]

Hi hi!!!! I’m sooo sorry to bother you, but since I first found your personality swap comics, I’ve been completely obsessed!!!!

So, I was wondering if you’d be ok with me writing a short fic based on it? Specifically Starscream and Thundercracker in part 3!!! Following this, I was wondering if it would be ok if I used the dialogue from it in the fic?

Feel absolutely free to refuse both of these!!!! Have an amazing day!!!! <3

[etirabys]

a frustrating thing about battle royale stories is that they take place in a world where there's a massive popular appetite to see torture and death, the existence of this appetite is the main moral evil of the story (so far so fine), and the author tends to pretend this is also a huge problem in our world so that their work can stand as a Commentary On Real Evil. when the world their actual readership lives in has the opposite problem – too squeamish about seeing torture and death and coercion and collectively agrees to sequester it out of view so that nice things can keep being available for under five dollars at the grocery store

[e-vasong]

I did ask George Rexstrew some Cameo questions, and while I half-wanted to hoard them for myself, I figured it was only right to share the love! :D

The big hits for those who can't (or don't want to) turn audio on:

For love languages, touch is a pretty strong no. Acts of service and quality time are his primary love languages. Also, he may not realize it, but he would actually love to be on the receiving end of gifts, because it would "surprise him." He hasn't gotten a lot of gifts over the course of his existence!

Edwin hates/dislikes a bunch of stuff, but the things I found most interesting were: abandonment; Satan's star; being late; loud chewers; and tobacco pipes.

"Loud chewers" threw me off, but then I remembered that he got devoured alive for 70 years straight so it makes sense again.

"[Hates] girls...☝️ he's not a misogynist, though." AJSHDKJASDHK

[merlinemryspendragon]

Bridgerton - S3E02 “How Bright the Moon” // S3E03 “Forces of Nature”

[nekrosmos]

Nikolai and Price going to an evening game of poker with some of Nik's "friends", John sitting with his guard up as he's surrounded by a group of dangerous international criminals, all of them carrying guns, all of them glancing at him with a curious look. Price is uncomfortable but doesn't show it, while Nikolai is awfully relaxed considering the situation.

The evening goes on, drinks, cigars and hearty laughs are shared around the table, the bets reaching numbers Price doesn't even make in half a year. It would be a problem, if he wasn't winning most of the rounds, piles of cash gathering around him as he feels the tension build in the room. One of the younger guys, another russian speaker, starts getting an attitude about it around two hours in, and Nikolai immediately puts him in his place with a single sentence Price doesn't understand, his voice booming, as intimidating as he could be, a heavy silence falling inside the room as the lad with an attitude sits back down, eyes not even daring to look at Nik. The silence is only broken by Nik again, a warm laugh leaving his lips and the other men joining him, their nervousness barely hidden.

It had been so easy for Nik to command the room, and even after the tension had diminished, Price could see how much respect these men had for him, while also clearly being scared shitless of the man. Price had rarely felt more attracted to him as he did at that moment, and the wink and smirk Nikolai gave him when he noticed him looking in his direction absolutely did not help.

John eventually left the table, excusing himself for a moment but squeezing Nik's hand briefly as he got up, moving deeper in the building they were using for their game.

A minute later and it's Nik's turn to excuse himself, quickly finding Price who immediately grabs him by the collar of his open shirt and presses his lips against his, Nik hungrily returning the kiss and pushing John against a nearby wall.

When they return to the table, hair tousled, face flustered, all it takes is one glance from Nikolai to shut the others up. This is his territory, this is where he's comfortable, surrounded by dangerous men who show him respect and never dare to cross him.

It's easy for John to forget how natural this all is for his partner, and if Nikolai brought him here tonight to assert his dominance and show off a little, just so he could impress John, well, that mission sure was a success.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

Draco had got barely halfway across the Entrance Hall when it happened. He felt the Trip Jinx round his ankles before he saw his assailants, and he went sprawling hard onto the cold stone floor, the wind knocked out of him, his wand spinning away to clatter out of sight and well out of reach. He lay on his front, coughing and gasping with ugly laughter ringing in his ears.

"Nasty tumble, there Malfoy," jeered someone behind him. "You want to mind where you're going, or you could hurt yourself."

Draco pushed up onto his hands and knees, still trying to get his breath. There was no way he could reach his wand before they jinxed him again; he hadn't even seen where it landed. He never was any good at muggle duelling. He got one leg under him, bracing himself to be knocked flat again, and heard a shout from above him.

"Protego!"

The jinx bounced off the Shield, and Draco got to his feet under its protection. Harry Potter was striding down the marble staircase toward them looking like a thunderstorm. Halfway along he stooped and picked up Draco's wand. He hardly glanced at Draco as he passed him and marched up to the little knot of seventh years picking themselves up from where they'd been hit by the rebounding jinx.

"Think it's funny to knock people down, do you, McLaggen?" snarled Potter, glaring up at the biggest of the lot.

"Oh don't get your wand in a knot, Potter. It's only Malfoy," said McLaggen in the sort of tone you might use to say 'It's only a slug.' "No love lost there, eh?"

"It doesn't matter who it is! We're not doing things like that anymore," Potter said furiously. "We just got done with a fucking war, and you want to keep fighting? You lot want to keep it going just for fun? Well, I don't, and I better not see you do that again! Now clear off! Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

"You can't--"

"Too fucking right I can! Now get back to your common room!" And, perhaps because Potter was Head Boy, perhaps because he looked like he could spit nails, or perhaps simply because he was Harry Potter, they did clear off. Potter watched them go, then turned to Draco. He still looked quite angry, but he was clearly trying to gather himself, "You okay?"

Draco had grazed his palms rather badly from throwing his hands out when he landed; his left wrist and forefinger were throbbing mightily, and his chest still ached, but he shrugged, "Fine."

Potter grabbed his sleeve and pulled Draco toward him to inspect his injuries, "Liar. You should go to the hospital wing and get that sorted out."

"I'll live," said Draco, but he didn't withdraw.

Potter frowned at him, chewed his lip. "I heal it for you if you'd rather," he offered after a moment.

"If nothing else will please you."

Potter pointed his wand at Draco's bleeding hands, "Episkey." The scrapes vanished, and Draco felt the spell heal his sprained wrist and finger as well. Potter pressed something into Draco's hands. Draco's wand. Draco had already forgotten he'd picked it up.

______

Excerpt from my new fic Queen of the Weeds! Drarry, Rated E, 60K. This is a coming of age story about figuring out who you're going to be and what you're going to do after your life very publicly falls apart. Draco and Harry become friends and more after they both return to Hogwarts for their 8th year after the war.

This fic is not a WIP, it is complete. I will be posting new chapters on Sundays and Thursdays until the whole thing is up.

Also gratitude to Allie @oflights from whom I got the poem that I took the title from.

Edit: This fic is now completely posted! You can read all 10 chapters now now now! I hope you enjoy reading it, because it was such a genuine pleasure to write, and I'm really going to miss working on it! Get the whole story here on AO3!

[leons-art-pit]

my tango design :D

i have so many world building thoughts about nether hyrbids, but Tango here is a mix of Blaze/Piglin/Human

He can light his fur on fire at will (and against his will if he's emotional enough :D)

[astracora]

The Serpent and the Apple

Characters: Caleb x gn!mc

Warnings: Death, Gore, Violence, Villain!Caleb

Word Count: 547

Written: 10th January 2025

Notes: Short drabble inspired by the Caleb trailer. The demon's won. I'm doing fine, thanks for asking.

Masterlist

It is blood spray across your face as the gun goes off. The man slumps before you. Puppet strings cut. Lifeless. Part of his skull missing.

You have fought monsters your entire life, have seen men die before. You have never seen the callous cool look in the eyes in front of you. That once held warmth that soothed damaged skin and mended broken pieces.

Caleb rounds the chair, where your hands are cuffed. Digging into flesh and cutting through skin. Blood eases around the strain, and cools against the metal.

"Well Pipsqueak, of all the places to get yourself stuck." He sits, long legs crossing in front of him. Gun at his side. You look down at the smoking barrel, look back up into purple eyes. "Here, seems the most foolish."

It is unfamiliar. There is no warmth, there is nothing that reminds you of the boy you grew up with. No twinkle at mischief or tease for kindness. When he calls you pipsqueak, he normally accompanies it with fondness and laughter.

He stares down at you with nothing, empty and cold. Cruel.

The barrel moves, to press heated against your throat. The sting brings a tear to eye, and you are pointed back up when you try to dodge his gaze. Held at gunpoint for him to look at, to watch. To peer into you and find what he wants.

There is no evol tearing through your mind to pull your thoughts, he knows you well enough to read your feelings with nothing else. You see the blood splatter against the black uniform, it drips to the floor and dries into the fabric. He watches your gaze, and with careful fingers that don't keep their finger on the trigger, he wipes at it.

"Messy." The hand moves to your cheek, smearing blood over your skin, and he sits back. "I'm sure I've told you to be careful before."

He has, so many times. Reminders when injured, when reckless, when foolish. He has always had your back, been there for you.

He has never burned your skin, or sullied it with violence.

"You look disappointed. Or scared." This time it is not the gun that grips you, but cold hands. Metal grabbing your chin to turn your blood stained cheek to him, the grooves digging into bone, moving down to your throat. Tightening, pulling away the air, as he runs his nose along your cheekbone.

He comes out shaking as he smells you, a long drag over skin, before his tongue runs along the length of you. Tasting the blood on your skin, sending a traitor's shiver down your spine.

When he turns your face back to him, he smiles, and you think… with the flashing light that makes his beautiful eyes glow, that he should bear fangs like a beast, and scales along his cheeks. "Did you really think I'd be that kind hearted boy forever?"

And when the serpent kisses you, it is blood tinged, teeth tearing at lips to demand entry, and possessive tongue twisting around yours.

And when he finally pulls away when your vision blurs and the air is stolen from your lungs… he swipes a tongue over the blood on his bottom lip… and squeezes once more around your neck.

[chocobje]

QWELL MENTIONED YOUR AU IN A STREAM LOL

YEAH... I KNOW I'M FREAKING OUT ABOUT IT ATM

Thank you to whoever sent me this screenshot...

I got comments in Tiktok about it aswell and hopped in the stream immediately.

Qwel said she was a fan of my AU and couldn't wait to see more content HELP THEY EVEN TALKED ABOUT HOW I WAS SKEPTICAL IF THEIR COMMENT ON MY AU WAS THE LEGIT CREATOR OR NOT AKNDKWKSNSKSMW

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah