#crossposting for my beloved

[allyriadayne]

some thoughts about jace during the dace and his relationship to kingship and rhaenyra⁓

rhaenys dies in rook's rest and corlys is angry because it should've been rhaenyra. Jace must take the reins if they want to win. Rhaenyra must wake so he takes care of his siblings, her weakest points, so he sends them far and wide so she will not fear for their life. except..... it'll be jace next. he didn't think of himself.

and in the next part: "Prince Jacaerys soon brought the Lord of the Tides back into the fold by naming him the Hand of the Queen" Jace said, let's get this bitch on the road!! but it's soo indicative of what were jace's priorities and there being some kind of friction or at least disappointment in his dynamic with rhaenyra that she's not doing what he thinks she must.

jace's list: 1) bring corlys back as hand 2) plan the rest of the war 3) bring rhaenyra back 4) win war? 5) ?????? 6) ?????? 7) mourn luke after (or never).

"syrax" crrrazy because Jace is really counting on rhaenyra to be A Queen. he's fighting tooth and nail for her to get back to the realm of the living. he won't ever give up on her! it's really so sad.

like imagine the great strain jace is put in because he must compensate for rhaenyra's absence. appeasing corlys, comfort his siblings for being separated so soon after Luke's death, the war, being a good son and heir. and also, to be the most senior available dragonrider on the island, their only line of defense!! he was fifteen!! coming up with the dragonseeds plan must have been such a relief.

[sigwa]

ad astra abyssosque

[starrystevie]

“i must have been real sweet on you,” eddie murmurs as he runs his fingers over his husband’s cheek, sleepy and sated, warm in their bed. 

steve chuckles, twisting his head to catch the tips of eddie’s fingers with a kiss. “why are you talking past tense? you’re not sweet on me now?”

the room is peacefully still. years of baby monitors are long gone only to inevitably give way to their daughter’s teenage years of slamming doors and too loud stereo speakers. but in this moment, with the pale moonlight streaming in through the windows and crickets chirping in the distance, the room is peaceful, thick with love. 

“quit your pouting, ‘course i’m sweet on you now.” eddie wipes away steve’s fake frown with a kiss, turning it into a sticky sweet grin. “it’s just something my mom used to tell me. that freckles are all the places your soulmate in a past life kissed you.”

eddie pushes steve back so he’s laying flat on the mattress and dips his head to press featherlight kisses on the side of his neck. across his shoulders. over his cheeks. his fingertips flutter over the spots afterwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite the heat radiating between them. 

“must have loved you a whole lot in our last lives to leave so many on you now,” eddie whispers, pulling back to stroke the back of his hand over steve’s face once more, letting his lips curl up in a dopey half smile that only steve ever gets to see. 

it doesn’t take long for steve to tilt his head up and press kisses of his own where he can; under eddie’s eye, the bottom of his chin, right over his heart. it doesn’t take long for eddie to giggle as his sensitive spots are found and attacked with ticklish kisses and fluttering eyelashes. it doesn’t take long for their legs to tangle together underneath the sheets and their breaths to get caught in their chests and their hearts to start beating a beautiful melody of their own making. 

steve lays a firm kiss to the side of eddie’s chest, over jagged white scarring and half bitten away tattoos. over memories that somehow don’t haunt them as much anymore. 

“what was that one for?” eddie asks, eyes half lidded, the adoration in his voice loud across the quiet room. 

another kiss on another scar. “wanna give you some freckles. for your next life and for this one, too. so you know just how sweet on you I am-” kiss, “ -and was-” kiss, “- and forever will be.”

they won’t know for however many more years if it worked or not. but here in this lifetime, they have all the time in the world to try their damndest to make sure it does. in this lifetime, they don’t have to worry, because they know they’ll  find each other in the next one. 

[garmrheim]

Edwardian fencer Crowley drawn based off that portrait of "Anna Held's Fencing Girl" from 1901.

was meant to be a fun warmup that got away so i slapped some texture on it to make it a bit more gritty.

❤️🤺

[xlillyle]

SKK relationship reveal but it's because Dazai wants to prank the agency and give Kunikida a stroke by announcing his relationship with one Nakahara Chuuya. Just that... no one is shocked or surprised and says "Oh yeah, we knew. Congrats" and Dazai goes "wdym you knew???"

Dazai, gleefully giggling: Kunikida-kun~ I have to tell you something~ Kunikida, not looking up from his laptop: What is it now Dazai. Dazai, grinning: I thought I should tell you that I'm in a relationship with Nakahara Chuuya, you know, the Port Mafia Executive~ Kunikida, readjusting his glasses and looking up with a serious face: Thank you for trusting me with this information, Dazai. I'm happy for you. Kunikida, looking back to his laptop: ... I already knew though. Now get back to work. Dazai: ?????

Dazai is like "ITS A PRANK!!! HAPPY APRIL FOO- wait NO???? that was NOT HOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO WE ARENT ACTUALLY DATING" and the ADA goes "uh huh. sure."

[winchester101]

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zosanlu polycule ship meme because luffy&sanji is unmatched, luffy&zoro is excellence and sanji&zoro is just good and spicy

[defibrillism]

Dogpile Prompt #5 - Drive

@housemdanniversary

385 words, Amber/House/Kutner, set at the end of s5. i've been meaning to write something with those three for awhile and this gave me an excuse lol. enjoy!

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The drive to Mayfield is excruciating.

You try to keep your eyes on the road, but occasionally they flick over to Wilson, who's trying his hardest not to look terrified, and then out of the corner of your vision you can see them sitting in the backseat. Even when you clamp your eyes shut, you can feel their gaze searing holes in the back of your headrest.

“I hope you know,” Kutner drawls, “that this won't make things better.”

“Not for you, anyway,” Amber continues. “It’s possible you'll be a little more… tolerable to the people around you, to him,” and you know she's gesturing towards Wilson as she speaks, “but you'll still think of us. You'll still hurt.”

“You’ll never stop hurting.”

They almost sound smug. You want nothing more than to swivel around and give them a piece of your mind, but then Wilson will hear, and he'll start driving faster, and as much as you hate to admit it, you want to draw out this moment for as long as possible. You want to keep hearing them, keep seeing them, keep feeling Amber’s warm breath against your neck and catching the familiar scent of Kutner's soap as they whisper in your ears, condescend to you.

Detoxing is an agonizing process. As your body lashes out from withdrawal, and white hot pain tears through what's left of your thigh, so you retaliate against losing Amber and Kutner. It's gradual, but you’re observant, and you can feel the pain growing more vivid than their touch with every second.

Kutner strokes your hair and Amber squeezes your hand as their voices begin to grow faint.

“Shhh. It's okay. We'll be back,” comes Amber’s honeyed voice from above as you cry out. It hurts you just to keep your eyes open, but you’ll do it for them. 

Both of them are smiling at you almost apologetically, like you're a dog awaiting euthanasia. It's cruel. You don't want to be seen like this. But, then again, they aren't exactly real. It doesn't matter how they see you.

The feeling of their lips brushing against your forehead and cheek as they console you feels real, though. Some part of you wishes it was, wishes they could stay and hold you forever.

Maybe you just like them better this way.

[sonicdjam]

[koteseeker]

in this economy i turn to my beloved commander cody

[lavenderstobins]

she looks like a scrappy mechanic who calls you “babe” and huffs out a laugh when you admit you don’t even know how to pop your hood. she strips off her jacket and tosses it in your direction, playfully nudging your jaw with her knuckles and asking you to “keep it safe for her”

[ghostly-penumbra]

Father and Sons

Ao3 FFN

Summary: Clockwork is Danny's loving, adoptive grandpa. Time is the Endless' neglectful father. They are one and the same.

Chapter One: First Meeting

- - -

Dream of the Endless stepped into his father's realm and found himself alone. Neither Dream of the Cats nor Hope Beautiful Lost Nebula had come with him. This wouldn't affect him, he would carry on.

He walked down the sprawling garden and stumbled then upon a young boy wearing his father's sygil in a purple cloak, not unlike one his father might use when seen by humans.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him, the tilted watering can still spilling its content with no end in sight.

"Uh… hello?" He asked tentatively, the can still tipped. "May I help y—?"

"Who are you?" Dream asked bluntly, straightforward, looking at this child whose identity and dreams were blurred to him, being from a different time period than him, and his father's realm not being a Soft Place nor Dream's jurisdiction.

"Oh! That's- I'm… not supposed to just give my name to strangers." He trailed off, and finally straightened the watering can. "I'll… go get my grandpa." He turned and flew away, giving the perplexed Lord Shaper one last look before vanishing from sight.

"Dream." His father's voice had him turn around and there he was, shifting in shape through ages.

A toddler, a child, an old man, a younger man, if time could truly be described as a man, but always, invariably, with a jagged scar going across his eye.

Next to him stood the boy, looking between father and son with green eyes full of human curiosity, but ultimately leaning towards Dream's father with ease.

"What do you want?" His father asked as his beard vanished to give way to a toddler's impassive face. "You only come here if you want something."

"Can't a son see his father with no motive other than to wish him well?" He asked instead of answering.

This was unscripted. As it often did with his father, being in his presence was to step in loops and whorls of someone else's design, leaving Dream wrong-footed, regardless of where he stepped.

But for that same reason a strange child trailing after his father and referring to him as 'his grandpa' would not deter him from what he had come here for.

It did make him wonder, though…

"Of course you can," Father Time was saying, "but you never do. If any of you or your siblings visit is because you need my help."

"Siblings?! How many children do you have?" The boy almost shouted in what he seemed to believe was a whisper.

Dream turned his gaze upon him, the intense cosmos in his eyes having him shrink, abashedly, behind his father's figure once again.

Dream's father closed his eyes for one second – or a dozen. Or a year, or seventy, or a century – and then opened them again and turned his head towards his companion. "Seven." Was all he said.

"Damn!"

And against anything Dream would have thought, his father smiled, small but genuine. Fond.

"As you well know, I am older than dust."

They were making their way through the garden, where some plants grew and flourished or perished or even returned to seeds as Time approached them, and his father picked two apples, one of which he handed to the boy – who was now floating after Father Time –, and the other he offered to Dream.

"I'm not hungry."

"You will be."

Dream disregarded his father's remark and ignored the proffered fruit, even as the boy happily bit into his own.

"I wasn't travelling alone." Dream said. "Why am I the only one here?"

"You were planning on bringing your friends, uninvited, to my domain, son?" His father asked, his youthful face at odds with the rotting fruit in his hands.

"Not friends, no. A cat, who is also me. And a girl."

His father held a hand to his forehead and sighed, before looking back up at Dream whilst he handed the fresh apple to… his grandson.

"What do you want, Dream?"

"Help me, father. Help me."

- - -

[Chapter Two]

[nostalgiachan]

Uh-oh, sisters, we're really in it now

[kanamycine]

a ‹ wish ›, a promise.

we saved the world. would that you were there to see it.

[iwriterobots]

As Magic the Gathering's #1 Robot Kisser, I'd just like to say: I don't like the "robot" subtype in magic's un-sets and universes beyond. It homogenizes robot creatures when the flavor of all different types of robots is infinitely more creative world building.

Each of these creatures are all the more intriguing and interesting for being a phyrexian, myr, dreadnought, or construct as opposed to just "robot".

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

i didnt use twit until like 4 months ago so its wild to me that fandom people on there r actually terrified of their own morals and decisions when it comes to how they engage with fictional media

[dogueteeth-fhr]

sargasso sea

Mature | M x M | Contains Non-Explicit NSFW | TWs: Mentioned/Implied Past SA

FHR Fandom | Not Sidestep-Centric | companion piece to "palos verdes blue" | ~7k words | Oneshot

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