#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. 

[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]

click for better quality

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

[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”

[sonicdjam]

[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

[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

Leave a comment & kudos if you enjoy! <3

[ravenite-void]

Please look at this blue baby boy I drew. I want to hug him, I want to put him in my mouth like a hamster its snack and protect him, he's so precious

Also since when does tumrbl have filters?

[skyward-floored]

Do u have an archive post of all your fics? 👉🏻👈🏻

On here, sadly no, I don’t XD They’re all under one tag (#writing from the floor) and the whumptober fics are in masterlists, but I haven’t made any one big post with all my fics. Mostly because it would be very very very long and take forever to put together because I have a bajillion different fics and I’m lazy lol

They are (almost) all on ao3 though, which I know is only helpful if ao3 isn’t down, but I try to put everything up there. I’m Skyward_Arpeggio on there :)

[canarymemories]

close to you

rating: general audiences archive warning: no archive warnings apply relationship: sena izumi/tsukinaga leo additional tags: sharing a bed, fluff, literal sleeping together, mutual pining, or at least i consider it mutual pining, i feel like most of this is just lovemailing izumi: the fic words: 2,689 published: 2022-11-24

summary:

it's been a while since their schedules aligned well enough to really see each other for more than a few minutes at a time. the only thing is that leo is pretty sure izumi has a shoot early in the morning — in a few hours, really — so as much as he'd love to see his roommate awake, leo knows he's is far better off asleep.

but, that doesn't stop leo from seeing him altogether, right?

here on ao3

leo knows that the apartment will be quiet when he returns; izumi is notorious for going to bed early and has been all the way back in their yumenosaki days. as hard as leo would try and sway him to stay up during the few times izumi slept over, the model would ignore him and sleep as leo worked through yet another refrain that would've kept him up anyway.

so, when leo returns, he's careful to unlock the door and let himself in as quietly as he can. it's already in the early morning hours, meaning izumi has already been asleep for a while now if his normal routine is anything to go by. despite that, the apartment isn't completely dark; ever since leo started staying later after jobs to scribble down a line or two or maybe a whole song, izumi's kept to a habit of leaving the light on in their little hallway for his return, though dimmed.

as silly as it is, the light being on makes leo want to see him. it's been a while since their schedules aligned well enough to really see each other for more than a few minutes at a time. the only thing is that leo is pretty sure izumi has a shoot early in the morning — in a few hours, really — so as much as he'd love to see his roommate awake, he knows izumi is far better off asleep.

but, that doesn't stop leo from seeing him altogether, right?

with that in mind, he softly hums as he makes sure to lock the door and place his keys on the counter where he'll see them when he has to leave next. once his shoes are toed off, placed somewhat neatly next to izumi's, leo heads further into the apartment, clicking the light off as he goes.

he stops in front of izumi's room where the door remains open a few centimeters rather than being fully shut. for a brief couple of seconds, leo considers going to his own room to change clothes and glances down at the vague shapes of his hoodie and pants in the dark. that should be fine to sleep in, right? not that it matters all that much when seeing izumi takes priority.

with his decision made, leo steps into izumi's room, making sure to not let the door squeak as he opens it slowly then pushes it back to how it had been. as he approaches the bed, his fingers twitch for a pen and paper. there's a thin stack of papers left on the nightstand, having been put there after the first handful of times leo had gotten inspiration mid conversation. and there, peacefully asleep, is his desired target, wrapped in his blanket and curled on his side.

now, izumi's beauty is nothing new to him, yet there's moments as if it's the first time all over again. except instead of izumi's hair glowing, a fair colored halo from sun streaming in through the windows of a long abandoned classroom, appearance deceptively angelic compared to his out of tune singing and equally as sharp words, his hair is now tousled from sleep and pressed messily against his pillow with nothing but his soft breaths making a melody this time. 

it's not like this is the first time leo's seen izumi asleep nor is it the first time he's seen this more soft, vulnerable part of him — if anything, he's had his fair share of fond looks from izumi to make up for lost time — but even so, a quiet tune begins to wind its way through leo's mind. he glances at the small stack of paper again.

as much as he would like to sit and diligently put the piece on and proudly show it off in the morning, leo feels his exhaustion hit him all at once now that he stands at the side of izumi's bed. he tries his best to make a note to keep this song in his head because he knows better than to start writing out the notes now. he's been nagged by izumi way too many times about writing without a light, but it's not like he could just turn the lamp on to do that since izumi really would wake up. maybe he'd understand. it's not like izumi doesn't know how important leo's creative process is; why else would he carry paper and pens with him near always and treat every piece he's created as if it's something sacred? leo knows better than to try it, though.

leo knows sleep is necessary, so he won't compose in the dark or by the light of the lamp now as much as he wants to. he'd promised izumi and madara that he'd work on taking better care of himself and that includes going to sleep when he should even if yet another izumi inspired verse waltzes around in his head.

getting himself back on track, he pulls the hair tie from where it rests in his hair and sets it atop the papers that are calling for him. and after a moment's consideration, he takes off his hoodie, leaving him in whatever shirt he had underneath as he drops it to the floor.

not wanting to wake izumi, leo slowly lifts the edge of the blanket closest to him and slides under, stopping once he's next to izumi. up close like this, even in the dim light of the room, the moon shining in through the gaps in the curtains, leo can make out the gentle curl of izumi's eyelashes, the light smattering of freckles that are noticeable when he's not wearing makeup.

leo comes to the conclusion, then and there, that slipping into izumi's bed is a good idea. it's not as if this is the first time he'd done this, so maybe he'd known all along.

he takes his time looking over izumi's face as he notes little things: the way his hair curls and falls against his forehead and the pillow, the way his eyebrows twitch slightly at whatever he's dreaming about. leo may be tired, but having the opportunity to simply stare at izumi without the model getting flustered at the attention or telling him off is way too good to pass up, even as the urge to close his eyes gets stronger.

however, he knows he can't sit there and stare at izumi all night. leo settles onto his back and looks up at the ceiling before looking over at his roommate again. simply sharing a bed isn't enough it seems, so leo cautiously moves izumi's arm that had been curled towards his own body to rest over his torso. pleased with his position, leo does one last little scooch towards izumi before finally closing his eyes. 

the song in his head begins to slow as the end nears and mixes with izumi's even breathing. leo is about to fall asleep when izumi grumbles something he can't quite make out before moving closer. maybe leo had been a little too excited at the thought of seeing his roommate that he hadn't been careful enough to make sure he didn't wake his roommate. 

he braces himself for izumi's reaction only for izumi to press closer to him, half nuzzling into his hair. izumi mumbles a very close to still being asleep, "welcome home."

generally izumi's reaction to leo slipping into his bed is far more, well, reactive, but leo figures it could be izumi missing him too. leo doesn't put that much thought into it, though, distracted by the way izumi falls back to sleep curled against his side. mixed with their shared warmth and the fuzziness that had come from izumi cuddling up to him, the tune continues, peaceful and heading towards its end, sounding more like a lullaby now.

leo gently rests his hand on the arm draped over him, idly stroking with his thumb. a particularly interesting measure reaches a crescendo and leo can't help but move his hand to compose on izumi's skin with nothing but his finger. rather than the i love you that he finds coming to mind first, leo whispers in return, "i'm home."

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leo wakes a few hours later with his arms wrapped loosely around izumi's waist and his face squished against the model's back. on the nightstand, izumi's alarm rings out. already knowing it's way too early for his liking, leo tightens his hold on izumi, knowing he'll have to let go soon.

he can feel izumi jolt at the slight squeeze as he reaches out to turn his alarm off. seeing as izumi is hardly a morning person, leo wonders if he even noticed he was there in his just woken up haze. leo refuses to open his eyes, but he can feel izumi half twist to look back at him.

"leo-kun, let go." though he says this, izumi doesn't try to move away from him yet. 

"no," he mumbles, fingers curling into the fabric of izumi's shirt. "you're warm and it's too early to be awake.

izumi, perhaps a bit too used to leo's antics at this point, only sighs and starts untangling leo's hands from himself. "i have to get ready for a shoot."

leo whines and tries to move closer as if that'll deter him. "too bad."

"leo-kun, it's too early for this," izumi says, starting to sound exasperated.

"then go back to sleep."

with a triumphant little noise, izumi successfully pulls leo's hands from his shirt. in all honesty, leo hadn't put up much of a fight with it. this is the first real conversation the two of them have had face to face in what feels like too long and he'll take what he can get at this point. izumi knows from experience that leo will only latch back on if given the chance, so he gets out of bed, only letting go of his loose hold on leo's wrists once he's standing. "you go back to sleep," izumi retorts. he's nowhere near awake enough if he can't come up with a better response than that.

leo peeks an eye open at him, but doesn't say anything, instead content with watching his roommate from the comfort of the bed. without an izumi to hold, leo gathers some of the blanket and holds it in his arms. it's nothing like another person, but it'll have to do for now.

"what, are you just going to watch me?" izumi asks, glancing back at him through the mirror he stands in front of.

leo simply makes a wholly indistinct noise into the blanket, not trying to give much of a response.

at that, izumi turns to look over his shoulder at him. "when did you get back?"

"late," leo says, at least giving a full answer for that. as much fun as it is to watch izumi go through his little routine, leo knows he did not get nearly enough sleep yet — impressive he knows that seeing as how little sleep he gets to begin with — so leo closes his eyes for the time being, curling around his makeshift blanket person. "dunno what time but it was morning already."

izumi makes a soft noise of acknowledgement. leo doesn't have to see him nor does izumi even have to vocalize anything other than that for leo to know he's close to getting an izumi mother hen lecture. "today's your free day, right?" izumi asks as if he's not the one in charge of leo's schedule.

"mmhm."

there's some shuffling of fabric and opening of drawers before izumi replies, in the middle of changing his clothes if leo has to guess. "this shoot is the only thing i have today and it shouldn't take all day."

leo opens his eyes to see izumi fussing with the collar of his shirt in the mirror before moving on to his hair. "you'll be back early?"

"earlier than normal at least."

"good," he replies, his voice coming out soft. "i missed you, sena."

izumi pauses fiddling with his appearance and glances at leo in the mirror before looking down. "i missed you too," he says, equally soft, after a moment.

pleased with the reply, leo laughs. "that's why you were so nice about letting me sleep with you, huh?"

"don't say it like that," izumi says, turning to face him. there's a soft pink starting to fill his cheeks. there's something about him that looks so pretty in the early morning light like that, leo almost loses his focus in the what's being said. "you're the one who crawled in in the middle of the night when i was asleep."

"you seemed happy to cuddle up to me when i did too," leo adds, only more delighted as the color in izumi's cheeks darkens ever so slightly. 

"shut up," izumi huffs out before leaving the room.

"i love you too, sena!" leo calls back, a tiny bit too loud for the early hour.

seeing as the object of his entertainment is now out of his sight doing who knows what in the apartment, leo moves the rest of the way into what had been izumi's spot on the bed. he's happy to find that it's still warm. despite their conversation and the excitement of it (is it weird that something as small as a conversation like that made him so happy?), leo finds himself close to drifting off rather easily.

he's not sure how long he lays there, floating between consciousness and unconsciousness, before he's faintly aware of izumi's steps coming back towards the bedroom. izumi starts to say, "there's food left—" and then stops both literally and verbally when he's at what sounds like the doorway.

leo listens as izumi quietly makes his way around the room to gather what all he needs before he leaves. more asleep than awake at this point, leo nuzzles into the pillow, getting more comfortable as he waits for sleep to welcome him once again. it's then that izumi's shadow passes in front of him, blocking his eyes from the slivers of early morning florence sun that peek through the curtains.

leo hears izumi grabbing his phone from the nightstand, the device bumping lightly against the surface as he picks it up. yet, instead of leaving like leo assumes he would, izumi stays there, unmoving in front of leo. if he were any more awake than he is currently, leo would look up at him and ask what he wants, so he's all the more curious when izumi whispers, "leo-kun."

holding onto staying awake to see what would happen, leo says nothing. he almost jumps when he feels the barest touch of fingertips against his forehead, pushing the hair resting there out of the way. izumi pauses for a second or two and leo wants to know what he's doing when he then feels a light but warm pressure on his forehead. it takes a moment for him to realize izumi just kissed him on the forehead.

izumi's shadow shifts as he stands. his fingers brush hair behind leo's ear, touch lingering for a few more seconds before he leaves the room as if nothing happened.

and with that, leo is left with his thoughts racing in his half asleep state. had izumi ever done that before but he was sleep and had no idea? he doesn't know. it's not like something izumi would just do normally if he knew leo was still awake. with the heaviness of exhaustion weighing down on him, leo almost discounts that as nothing more than a dream, but there's a faint hint of izumi's cologne hanging in the air meaning that was definitely real.

maybe he should be half asleep more often.

leo pulls the blanket closer to his face, hiding his smile in it as he finally drifts back to sleep. and if he wakes in a few hours only to write the faint melody of the song from the night before mixed with the harmonies brought forth from the kiss, well, izumi doesn't have to know what the inspiration was. end notes: hi again, this has been in my wips for like months at this point i think. i spent way too long trying to figure out the ending. ty again mirs for reading part of this for me <33 title from this song , originally bc the song was in my head but then i read the lyrics again and was like lol oh this fits way better than i thought