#first time using that tag be nice

[cathalbravecog]

funky lil' kiwi birb!! art fight attack on HEAVENWARD / @heavenhotline !!

[jils-things]

my mains in ranked matches C:

[helios-two]

cindy + studcoms compilation

[bluebirdsfeathers]

Let me protect you ❄️

Day 1: Winter

Relationship: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal, Agathario + Nicholas Scratch.

Summary: As winter arrives Agatha has to put aside her anger in order to protect her new baby.

Words: 565

A/N: Meant to post this on the first of Dec but got distracted hehe. Also i have no idea what the correct baby milestones are. Enjoy!

Nicholas was growing fast. Even for a witch who had lived as long as Agatha had it was strange how quickly it had gone. Almost half a year old now by her math. He was getting so big but Nicky was still such a sickly child. He had been since the day he was born. Agatha’s heart ached thinking about that day.

“Please let him live! Please my love!”

Rio had told her the baby wouldn’t make it. That’s when she had left their shared cottage, somehow thinking she could outrun death just long enough to hold her baby. But death comes for us all eventually.

Nicholas was lying on his stomach inspected the grass around him. Giggling at the small bugs and flowers he could see. Agatha watched smiling as he made some good attempts at crawling on his own but the lingering feeling of dread was never too far.

The mornings had been growing colder as of late and Agatha had experienced enough trips around the sun to know what was to come. Soon the woodland they called home would be covered in snow and ice, and for the first time in decades she would have no shelter to protect herself. More importantly she would have no way of protecting Nicky.

The weeks went by and it only grew worse. The ground too cold and hard for Nicky to lay on, instead Agatha had him tightly wrapped up close to her chest to keep him as warm as possible. Despite this, his cries told her it was all in vain. His red runny nose and flemmy cough were clear signs she had to find shelter and fast. The nights were starting earlier and it would only get colder.

As she walked through the woods Agatha heard footsteps behind her, she turned around sharply, clutching Nicky close to her. “Who goes there!” She demanded before laying eyes on a painfully familiar face. “No please you can’t—“

“Agatha,” Rio said calmly, “relax. I’m not here on business.”

Agatha’s face contorted with anger as Nicky began to stir from his nap. She lowered her voice as not to upset him further.

“Why have you come. I told you I never wanted to see—“

“Agatha,” Rio said sternly cutting her off “Nicky needs shelter. Come home, my love.”

Rio’s face was soft, and her eyes kind, as she nervously fiddling with a flower. Rio slowly walked closer to the other witch.

“I don’t want to see your face, i told you that.” Nicky had woken up and began to cry, Agatha rubbed circles on his back trying to soothe him.

“He’ll die. Agatha. You know that.”

“How can i trust you?” Agatha took a step back before Rio could reach her.

“Because,” Rio continued to walk towards her, “He’s my son too…”

Agatha allowed Rio to close the gap between them taking the flower she’d brought along. A peace offering she assumed. Rio placed her hand on Agatha’s slowly tracing circles on Nicky’s back along with her. His crying stopped.

“Come, let me protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting.”

“Then let me protect him.” Rio’s eyes pleaded with her. “I promised time. I want to give you time. As much time as I can.”

Rio looked down at Nicholas as he snuggled against Agatha’s chest, her eyes stinging with tears knowing what she must one day do.

[catocappuccino]

He got a sweater WITH A DOG ON IT?! So happy and joyous

[sabrinaacarpenters]

BALDUR'S GATE III

[girlboyburger]

wish i had a consistent character to show for this, but since i don't i just used icons :0]

blank template for those that want it under the cut

[taievieu]

wip from liml's finale's anni i never finished

[shalom-iamcominghome]

The accomplishment of one of the kids in shul: Reading the haftarah completely in hebrew with little hesitation and in a pretty timely manner

My accomplishment (whole adult): Being able to follow along without getting lost (first time I have been able to do this)

Honestly, though, I'm not complaining. My method of acquiring knowledge was to do full immersion in my community, and I've been seeing how much I've been able to learn. In terms of Doing Judaism, I'm younger than these kids at shul 💀💪

[moshroom]

4 new holes in my face today :)

[kindahoping4forever]

📸: Rich Fury for Madison Square Garden

[kisskiss--fallinlove]

⋆ Taken Care Of ⋆

KYOYA X TAMAKI

Sickfic, you know the drill. Kyoya wakes up feeling on the verge of death (he has a minor illness), Tamaki insists on taking care of him. Set in the future when they’re both adults with jobs, no specific age, marital status or job clarification so go crazy with your headcanons I guess.

WARNINGS: The illness is unspecified but similar to the flu I guess, if you require specifics. I don’t think an emeto warning is necessary, there’s no vomit but possible slight reference to it?? Pretty easy to miss if that kind of thing doesn’t bother you, but I thought I should still mention it just in case. Pretty vague about sickness overall to be honest.

WORD COUNT: 1340

WILL BE POSTED ON Ao3 AND WATTPAD AT A LATER DATE AND EDITED AT THAT TIME WITH LINKS. THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

Kyoya felt awful.

From the second he awoke he was hit with a searing pain in his forehead, which, as he discovered when bringing up a hand to grasp it in a futile attempt to calm the aching, was drenched with sweat. He nestled down into his blankets for a second, allowing himself a moment's relief before he got up to face the day. As terrible as he felt, and as much as he detested waking up this early, he simply couldn't be late for work. The very thought of leaving his bed was daunting — he was already far from being an early riser, but the condition he was in wasn't helping with that in the slightest. Still, he mused with a soft groan, if he didn't get up now he wasn't sure he ever would.

Reluctantly, Kyoya swung his legs out of bed and stood up — only to immediately stumble back onto the bed, vision blurred and stomach lurching. This movement seemed to wake up Tamaki, who stirred beside him with a confused "mrph?"

"Go back to sleep, Tamaki, you don't have to be up yet," Kyoya attempted to assure him, surprised at the raspy voice in which his words were spoken. He didn’t understand. He'd been fine last night, if a little more drowsy than usual, but now the very act of speaking felt akin to swallowing sandpaper.

Tamaki, ever-compassionate and caring for his partner's wellbeing, very annoyingly ignored him. "Kyo, are you okay?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking worriedly at his partner. "You don't sound too well."

"I'll be fine," Kyoya insisted weakly. He tried once more to stand up, but every fibre of his body seemed intent on pulling him back down. "Just ... give me a second."

"You look terrible," Tamaki continued, lifting a hand to press against Kyoya's face. Kyoya couldn’t resist leaning in to the touch. "You feel terrible. You're boiling!"

"It's fine. I don't even feel too warm," Kyoya said, thinking it best to leave out the perhaps more concerning detail that he was, in fact, shivering.

Tamaki removed his hand to instead wrap his arms around Kyoya’s waist, gently yet firmly tugging him further into the bed. "Please come back to bed, mon amour. You can't go to work in this state!"

Kyoya considered it. It wouldn't be right to infect anyone else, he supposed — and he really did just want to crawl back into bed for all eternity (or, until he felt a little bit better at the very least).

"Maybe I should," he finally admitted with a sigh. He climbed back under the covers, practically melting into the comfort of his still-warm pillow as the mattress — Kyoya still had no idea as to how Tamaki had acquired one quite so soft — caressed his aching limbs.

"Good, because I'm not letting you leave this house — no, this bed — until you're better."

"Is that so?" Kyoya responded dryly. He rolled his tired eyes at Tamaki's dramatic declaration, before allowing them to flutter shut once more.

He'd surprised himself, giving in so easily like that. He ought to go back on his decision and find a way to get his work done regardless. He'd worked through illnesses before; it was just what he'd been raised to do, he supposed. But things had been different since Tamaki entered his life — Tamaki would practically force Kyoya to take breaks ever since they were younger, even when he wasn't ill. He didn't quite understand that, and wrote it off as some overprotective nature Tamaki had developed from his own upbringing while caring for his sick mother — but it did help him. Kyoya would feel better after spending time with Tamaki even when he hadn't realised he’d previously been feeling badly at all. On a similar note, Tamaki had filled a gap in Kyoya's life he hadn't known had been there to begin with, so he supposed that was just the effect Tamaki had. Now, he vaguely felt the man in question press a soft kiss to his forehead, the rest of his surroundings an incomprehensible haze as he drifted (quite without meaning to) into slumber.

Kyoya hadn't the slightest idea of how long he'd been asleep, but when he awoke he felt the most well-rested he'd been for perhaps as long as he could remember.

The door creaked open, startling Kyoya. Shouldn't Tamaki be at work by now? What time was it, even?

"I’m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you!" Tamaki whisper-yelled, as though the act of lowering his voice would magically send Kyoya right back to sleep.

"It's fine, I was already —" Kyoya began, then, remembering why he's been so startled in the first place, deflected with, "forget that. What are you doing here?"

"Hm? I live here, silly." Tamaki walked further into the room, revealing to Kyoya a tray he was balancing in his hands. Kyoya was now propped up onto his elbows, looking inquisitively at his partner.

"You're meant to be at work." Shit. Work. He'd completely forgotten in his exhaustion to inform them of his absence.

"I already told them I'm not coming in today," said Tamaki. He must have noticed Kyoya's panicked expression, because he added, "I did the same for you too."

Kyoya frowned. Tamaki seemed fine, particularly given the lack of the dramatics that usually accompanied any illness Tamaki subtracted. "You're not sick as well, are you?"

"No! I just want to take care of you."

That was what Kyoya had feared. "I can take care of myself," he told him with an exasperated sigh. "There's no reason for us both to miss work. I didn't even want to in the first place."

Tamaki let out a fond laugh. "You don't have to be so independent, mon cheri. I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I want to be here to help. It won't hurt to let yourself be taken care of for once!" He sat beside Kyoya; gingerly, so as not to send the contents of the tray flying. "Now, are you hungry? I thought it best not to bring anything else unless you wanted it, I know how funny you get with food when you're unwell, but I'll make you anything you want. Drinks included — but have some water first, okay?"

As Tamaki continued his ramblings, Kyoya looked properly at the tray for the first time. It was one of the nicer ones they owned; lilac and white china, emblazoned with a beautiful rose pattern. It may well have been Kyoya's favourite, if he were to choose one. Set upon it was a jug of water beside a tall, ice-filled glass, as well as a miniature vase which proudly displayed a singular violet rose. Kyoya smiled despite himself. Trust Tamaki to go all out, even for something so simple as preparing a glass of water.

"You'll have to go back to work tomorrow," Kyoya said, pouring himself some water as instructed. It wasn't as though either of them desperately needed to be in work — they quite obviously had more than enough money to get by — it was the principle of missing work that unnerved Kyoya so.

"It's almost like you don't want me here," Tamaki chuckled.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, not indulging Tamaki's joke, though he couldn’t help but to inwardly remark on just how untrue it was. "I just don't want you skipping work for no good reason.”

"You're a good reason," Tamaki said, his voice earnest as he handed Kyoya the now-full glass. "I want to be here for you whenever you need me."

Kyoya didn't know how to respond to that (Tamaki could find a way to make anything a grand declaration of love, and though Kyoya loved the fool right back all the more for it, those moments never failed to catch him off guard), so he took the glass in one hand, and Tamaki's free hand in the other.

Tamaki was most certainly going to be in work tomorrow, even if Kyoya had to drag him there himself. But for now he was too tired to argue, so he decided, for once, to let himself be taken care of.

[thekidsarentalright]

i lost my way

[olivewormz]

ELLO!!!! GUESS WHO REDID HIS METAL SLUG DESIGNS!!!! i guess you could call it that uuhm

but YEA!! i've been thinking a lot about metal slug lately and i just... couldnt resist redrawing my versions, hopefully i do more in the future for more characters n all, i really want to post more metal slug stuff, i love LOVE these silly guys

im not writing anything at the moment cause i really didnt change my headcanons and im kind of tired to write proper paragraphs (i should stop staying up until 3 am to finish drawings? maybe).

[opheliaintherushes]

Is it really Chanukah until I'm bleeding (from grating my finger making latkes), crying (from getting onion juices in the open wound), and lighting the candles using the matches @goatsandgangsters gifted me a million years ago because I couldn't get it together to buy my own?

[unriding]

EVIE !!!!!

I SAW U USE MY ART AS UR THEME SO I WANNA DO A REMAKE !!! mostly cause the other one was full of mistaks hurrrrr orz

keeping the color palette the same so itd still fit + use softer shading so convey how soft u are + moze is now IN UR HAND !!!! >:3

oh nick :’)