#events💫

[maxlarens]

Max and 10 please <3

10) spooning at night

Despite the soundproofing you’d installed during Covid, you can still hear Max’s pedals going thunk against the walls of the apartment. The sound accompanied by faint chattering, occasional laughter, cries of outrage as he talks to his friends on stream.

He worries sometimes. But you’d tell him if it bothered you— besides, you like hearing sounds of life in the apartment. You’ve not quite adjusted to the sheer square footage of Max’s penthouse apartment yet, even though you’ve lived with him for years. You grew too used to New York apartments where your bedroom, kitchen, and dining room were always piled on top of each other. It’s strange to have so much space, more rooms than you know what to do with.

Anyway, no, the noise doesn’t bother you. You like to hear him enjoying himself, laughing with his friends, doing something that doesn’t have so much pressure attached to it. You don’t like to take him away from that prematurely, even if you’re missing him.

And you are missing him.

It’s the middle of the night. Maybe past midnight now. You’ve got the windows in your bedroom open, letting in the Monaco sea breeze in a futile attempt to cut through the sweltering heat. The overhead fan whirrs above you. Some mindless show you love drones quietly on the TV, casting you in ever changing colours as you twist and turn in the sheets. Trying to keep your mind off things you shouldn’t be worrying about.

You wait a while, watch an episode.

Then you give in to your selfish tendencies and pull up your Discord chat with Max on your phone, sending off a simple message— come to bed?

You put your phone back on the nightstand and try not to smile too wide when you hear the sim rig thunk and thud as Max climbs out of it a few minutes later. His footsteps on the hardwood floors as he stops by the kitchen and then makes his way to the bedroom.

The door creaks open. Max comes inside, stepping quietly as if you’re already asleep.

“Sorry, liefje,” he says softly, before he ducks into the closet to change, “I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

You shake your head even though he can’t see, “You didn’t. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You should have told me,” he sighs, coming out of the walk in closet wearing the oversized cat shirt you’d bought him and worn sweat-shorts with holes in the waistband, “I don’t mind cutting the stream short, not for you. They will survive without me.”

You hum and nod placatingly, knowing you wouldn’t ever ask him to do that. At least not for something like this. You’d only sent that message tonight because you knew he’d already been on for hours and would be wrapping up soon anyway.

“Got it,” you say, opening your arms and beckoning him to get into bed already.

He sighs again, an exasperated little exhale through his nose, and then climbs under the single sheet you’ve got draped over you. He shuffles into your space, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your chin as you press a kiss into his forehead and adjust your arms around him.

“Where are the cats?”, you ask, while Max busies himself with turning around.

You feel Max shrug. He’s adjusting the sheet so it sits over him perfectly and then fluffing his pillows so his head sits comfortably. You reach out to scratch the back of his neck, with three fingers, the same way you scratch the cats out of habit.

“Jimmy’s sleeping in the spare room,” he says, reaching blindly behind him to catch your shirt and drag you closer, “Dunno where Sassy is.”

“Causing trouble,” you laugh, slotting into place at his back.

You nudge your nose into his shoulder and sling your arm over his waist. Curling it around to press into his stomach. Your legs end up tangled, one of yours bent and hiked on his hip. Later, he’ll nudge it off because it twists the material of his shorts, but he tolerates it until you’re asleep.

“Mm,” he agrees, finding your hand splayed flat on his tummy and intertwining it with his own, “Always.”

[shinyedits]

✨|| p03 / stoat rentry graphics

for @lavendergalactic's event; a character you want to throw across the room fanart by rojen241 (free for personal use), all other art is official

[zaacoy]

request; season 4 mk feels genuine joy for once give the sadboy something to feel happy about

we get a little bit better everyday (or at least we try)

[gotta-edit-fast]

　With me out here,

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　how can we lose!　

March 7th layout!

F2U ᴡ/ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ For @lavendergalactic's event! DAY 3: Edit a character that makes you insanely happy! Or make a gift for your sibling/sibling figure

vv Rambles below vv

Giggles just a tad The silly.... UGH I spent so long just trying to fix the issues with the banner and everything omg don't ask sighs I'm not sure if it's still friday but if it's not erm I uploaded this on friday shhhh If you see any mistakes or issues no you don't This was gonna be a discord layout but I decided nah Anyway

[sug4rst1ckzz]

OCEAN COOKIES PART 3???? Yeah, part 3

The two sailor cookies that are aboard Caviar’s ship literally don’t have names, and now they’re no longer nameless!! Also Abalone’s here. Sadly. If he’s a big part of Black Pearl’s rewrite then he has to be here. 😒😒

• 🤿 🪸 🌥️ 💰 🦈•

ANOTHER THING!!! Colored in these two sketches I posted previously so that way I have a reference of BP’s mermaid form and her with the cloak and mask on. If anyone wants to make fanart go crazy, go bonkers even 🦭👍

2020 me would be so hype about these silly designs LMAOO

[hananoami]

CN stans collaborated with Beijing Capital international Airport to release 100,000 boarding passes to support Beijing Capital International Airport starting on Xavier's Birthday, covering all China routes.

"The scattered star flowers travel through the vacuum secret realm and take root beside the little prince The echo of the heartbeat is answering The stars will guide us to meet again"

[honeysmoonn]

groupie love — send in an ask and i’ll make a mood board based on your profile

this is adorable AHHHH 😢😢🩷🩷

THIS IS SO CUTE I HAD SO MICH FUN MAKING THIS💗

[calqlate]

he came back at 44 pity but i had set my wishing thing to xavier (to get him to R1 and get his robe) so it's a 50/50 lost bUTTTTT this card is spicy af so i'm not mad abt it 😋

[cloudcountry]

HI QUEENIE

congrats on people staring ily

this is a request.

malleus love letter 👉👈 i’ve been going thru a hard time w my body (i am constantly physically and mentally ill) and my issues at home (as u probably know) jus something that’ll bring comfort…like him being love and worry and i’m jus trying my best true

this is v vulnerable of me HELP LMFAO

to my angel,

i heard you were in pain. i’m filled with a deep regret that i can do nothing to assist with your current condition. it makes my heart ache that i had to leave your side for even a moment, even if it was at the insistence of lilia that i eat something. sustenance means nothing when i can’t be by your side.

speaking of lilia, he told me to stop the rain as it would only make you more depressed. before i knew it, it’d turned to snow...i’m deeply sorry if you’re cold. i know the walls of that place you call home are not well insulated.

i assure you, i will come back as soon as  possible to hold you tightly and warm you up. i would never forgive myself if i lost control of my emotions to the point at which you froze...i would never recover.

i know you’re strong, my love. you can overcome this.

and when you do, the sun in my world will return.

with deep love and affection,

malleus draconia.

[volosdarling]

DESPITE CONSTANTLY INSISTING THAT VOLO IS MISTAKEN ABOUT BELIEVING INO IS DIVINE IN SOME WAY, THINGS LIKE THIS HAPPEN TO INO ALL THE TIME AND IT JUST MAKES VOLO WORSE

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

PRIDE stimboard for : an angel based off the trans pride flag with drink mixing and cake decor requested by ☁🕯anon

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[under-hypnosis-shes-mesmerized]

HEY! Hey, hey, watch it, dear — it's okay, calm down. These people aren't going to hurt you, don't be mean to them. I've got you. [Teto says with a horrendously nervous smile on her face, her heart pounding and her hands shaking.]

[In her mind, she's full of complete disbelief. How could Miku have even gotten this way?! She can do nothing but try to hold the girl's shoulders and cease her movement for just a moment, but it certainly can't last long.]

You're going to be okay. Please, please snap out of it. [she whispers gently, almost inaudible to Miku.]

[Love always makes Teto act like a complete fool. She endangers herself just to make Miku calm down and feel less aggressive.]

- @no-luck-no-hope

" |-| eY , ₩h4t @r 3 y0 u - |_ et G○ !¡!!¡¡ " (Hey, what are you- let go!!!)

She hisses, trying to escape the other's grip- it doesn't seem to properly work as she growls and claws at the air, wanting to be freed; yet it seems that somewhere, deep down inside her inner self, she's secretly listening to what Teto has to say.

[shinyedits]

✨|| boatem rentry graphics

for @lavendergalactic's event; a group that's just the silliest fanart by whackstache; psd 1

[stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling]

TRUCK OR TREAT STAZZY!!

you get pocky 💥💥💥💥

[gotta-edit-fast]

(I'm still working on some stuff so if things look bad or unfinished that's why!)

Silver graphic!

F2U ᴡ/ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ For @tirxie's event! DAY 3: Free day!

vv Rambles and credits below vv

OKay so I accidently discarded this so I'm just gonna give out credits and just rant if anybody wants to hear about my struggles just know I tried making replyicons/replycons this took too long so I gave up and if I do use the rest as reply icons they'll be personal use only okay cool thumbs up

Disc used Star used Background used on spiral (I CANNOT find the spiral I'm crying) Earth thing used Frame used Error message Mouse used All Silver images I got from a wiki

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

"What I see"

Pairing: Caranthir/Haleth

Themes: Soft | Fluff | Very Mild NSFW

Warnings: Insecurity

Wordcount: 500+words

Summary: Before an important feast Haleth feels insecure about the clothes she 's wearing, and how the others would react to her.

This ficlet was inspired by @thelien-art piece on Caranthir and Haleth

Minors DNI

Also available on AO3

Haleth regarded her gown in the looking glass's reflection and despaired. The dress was elegantly made, but when compared to the robes favored by elven ladies, it looked like kitchen rags.

Too simple, she thought. Not enough rich embroidery. No gold. No jewels.

Her companion had offered her as many robes and jewelry and furs as she wished to wear for the feast, and she had refused it all because of her own pride. Now, as she regarded her choice of raiment, she deeply regretted her decision to refuse him. She would be formally introduced to the others as the consort of a high elven lord tonight, and she looked nothing like the sort.

What was I thinking? She lifted the hem of her sleeve and sighed hopelessly when all she found was simple threadwork and nothing more elaborate than that. Why did I not say yes?

“There is no cause for you to fret, my love,” Caranthir declared by the doorway, resplendent as always. The gold and wine of his robes went splendidly with his warm, ruddy skin. Rubies around his wrists and throat and ears caught the light whenever he moved. He was a vision made flesh, and he was hers. “You look glorious, truly.”

She turned to face him, her eyes bright with wicked humor. “And you, my lord, are as gifted a liar as your brother, Curufin.”

“High praise indeed,” he agreed, smiling. “I lie to a great many people, my love, and with great relish at that, but not to you. Never to you. Surely you know this.”

His lady blushed—a rare thing with her. Haleth would take on a hundred orcs, their swords and their arrows and their fell beasts without a moment’s hesitation, but when faced with sincere words of love and adoration, she was rendered speechless.

“The others,” she began after another glance at the looking glass. “The others will not approve. They will only see a daughter of the Edain, one who does not even possess a single trinket worthy of their regard.”

Caranthir smiled and came forward, slipping his arms around her and holding her in a loose embrace. “I will tell you what our guests will see,” he uttered, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. Haleth lifted her eyes, and found his gleaming with pride. “They will see what I see: a proud chieftess, a fierce warrior who defied death’s many efforts to claim her for its own, the one who opened my eyes to the great courage that dwelt within the hearts of those like her. And they will also see what I want them to see.”

“Which is?”

“My companion and my love. If they do not approve of you, I will be more than happy to show them the door.”

Haleth blushed, deeply moved. “As long as you do not call them choice epithets while you do so,” she counseled. “I know a thing or two about your temper, Moryo, and I urge you to curb it. Thargelion cannot afford the loss of your kinsmen’s support.”

“I shall be the embodiment of regal comportment,” Caranthir returned, his dark eyes sparkling. “Now come, my love. We must not keep the others waiting.”