#for a short drink of water

[thatsbelievable]

[nihildenial]

move over papa on the pew, we found

stronzino on the stage

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Creative Hubris takes another unsuspecting victim.

[ameliathornromance]

“You’re okay,” you reassured. “We’ll be okay, I promise.”

Leaning over the edge of the boat, your Orc Boyfriend said in a gruff voice, “Orcs were not made for water travel.”

All you could do was rub his back. “We haven’t even set off yet…” you mumbled just low enough that your partner couldn’t hear.

The two of you had decided to go and explore the wider world. It was a tough and scary decision for you both to make. You both had never ventured beyond your homeland, and your Orc had never faced the prospect of being separated from his caravan.

When he had first announced his intent to travel with you, the whole Caravan had erupted with disapproval. He had silenced them all with barks of reassurance... Although you weren’t exactly sure how he did it, given the yelling and shouting.

Eventually, the Caravan warmed up to the idea. They even offered to escort you both to the docs, but you both declined.

A whole encampment of Orcs suddenly appearing at the docs? People would assume they were trying to plunder a ship and then everything would go to Hell.

If it were only you and your Orc, people would stare yes, but there wouldn’t be as nearly as much panic. And you would let them stare.

What business was it of other people what you and your Orc did together? You were not being forced to go along with him.

The boat eventually unanchored... And you both were off.

Your Orc Boyfriend effortlessly bounced back from his sickness, insisting it was because of his diet, but you saw through his deception. The two of you watched as the land got further and further away from the boat.

As the land turned into a mere strip of green from the horizon, your Orc wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He placed his head on top of your own.

A heavy sigh escaped him, causing you to look up. Placing your hands on top of his muscular forearms. “And there it goes,” he said, a note of finality rang through his tone.

You give his arm a squeeze. “And there it goes.” You echoed.

The both of you were due to begin a whole new adventure in the wider world... Who knew what excitement was waiting for you out there?

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[polkadotjohnson]

Making Love (2018) (2/3)

[navybrat817]

Just got out of a meeting and my manager found out I'm barely 5'3 (I think I'm 5'2.5?). She said I give off tall girl vibes and everyone else agreed. They also still think I'm lying about my age because I look younger.

[infinitemonkeytheory]

Arctic

[m1d-45]

sagau childe…

summary: minor brainrot abt childe in honor the wild pulls i had the other day. may or may not elaborate later.

word count: like 350

-> warnings: spoilers for childe story quest / general childe lore… minor violence? unedited

-> lowercase intended!

< masterlist >

ajax, who uses the memory of the creator to get through the abyss. ajax, who clutches at a rosary teucer made for him, reciting the prayers he’s memorized since he was young to get him through the darkness. ajax who refuses to give up, who believes that his god will save him.

ajax who believes.

childe who still wears that rosary into battle, understanding now that he was meant to be stronger to save himself. childe who picked his weakest weapon to continue to be stronger in all areas, to continue to try and make you proud. childe who realizes that he hasn’t been forgiven when an enemy gets a lucky hit and cuts the rosary string, the wooden beads falling to the dirt.

childe who turns two of the beads, of the precious few unstained by blood, into an earring.

tartaglia who dedicates himself to his god from the shadows after their first interaction. tartaglia who remembers their expression and wouldn’t dare to force himself into their presence. tartaglia who takes it as a sign that he’s fallen from his god when he can’t feel their presence. tartaglia who works in the background, forcing himself to his limits to find the imposter. tartaglia who hopes for forgiveness at the least, please, he’ll do his best, please just give him a chance?

tartaglia who knows that even if he were to catch them, he wouldn’t be worthy of forgiveness.

tartaglia who stands over the imposter, water blade cocked under your jaw. tartaglia who’s high on what he assumes is adrenaline, his heart racing in his chest. tartaglia who looks down at you, wondering why you feel so familiar. tartaglia who doesn’t stop you when you resist.

tartaglia who wonders why he let you go.

childe who’s one of the first to recognize the fake, because he’s acutely aware of the hole in his heart. childe who puts together that the familiarity of you isn’t just because you look like the creator. childe who sits on his floor, staring at the earring in his palm.

childe who realizes what he’s done.

ajax who cries.

[awakenthebeing]

PIEPOE DO A FLIP!!!!!

[oldmanontumbler]

Ethel Archer and Victor Neuburg's friendship is so dearly funny to me.

You have this Kinsey 5 woman who married the only guy she ever fancied and loves him to bits and pieces, and spends her free time writing impassioned love poems about other women (and nothing else).

And then you have this lithe, faun-like man -- indubitably would've been called a "twink" in this day for his youth and slight physique -- who's nervous and gentle and looks at his mentor like a lovestruck puppy. Like that man hung the stars in the fucking sky.

And then he takes one look at Archer's poetry and goes "hmm... 🤨🏳️‍🌈 kinda gay."

And she's shocked at this -- vantablack pot calling the kettle black -- and whenever she voices that, he's just like, "okay, Sappho."

Yes, he took to calling her Sappho.

Neuburg reviewed all of the poems that appeared in The Equinox, and every goddamn time Archer submitted a poem, he'd turn to her and go, "gee, Ethel, pardon me if I am mistaken, but this sounds kind of gay..."

I dunno, the fact that this bisexual man and this bi/lesbian woman were friends and exchanged lighthearted banter brings light to my heart. It's sweet.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yk, its weird being Way Too Aware & In Control of yourself bc technically i believe im having a panic attack. but somehow i am Very Unbothered by this, bc i know whats happening and its illogical. my body's having an overreaction and i couldn't be fucked to join in

[brrrkdslek]

jongho whines as he unconsciously pull the blanket to his side, wrapping it around his entire body. you were woken up by the cold, looking to your left to see your lover hogging up the blankets. you rolled your eyes, this wasn't the first time.

you tried pulling it off him, but jongho is a strong man and stood his ground, even when asleep. you groaned and laid back down onto the cold mattress as you cuddled up to jongho, big-spooning him and slowly drifting back to sleep at the warmth that radiated off of him.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

i’m kinda sick rn so just some brainrot of FL when reader falls sick. The poor baby doesn’t know what to do, Childe himself rarely ever gets sick so he doesn’t know what to do to take care of reader. I’m just imagining him sitting beside reader’s bed whining softly as he watches them sleep. He sees how they seem really uncomfy but he can’t do anything to help his beloved because he’s so clueless on what to do.

i think later FL would just let Childe take control of their body so that he can take care of you

-sleepy anon

in honor of both of us not being at 100%, here is some cozy moth comfort!!

you shift when you hear soft, sad whimpers beside you, turning over and opening your eyes just a crack to see Foul Legacy staring at you, claws worrying the bedsheets. he lets out a concerned whine, leaning forward and nuzzling your cheek with his as you grasp one of his talons with your hand, giving him a weak but reassuring smile. Legacy trills sadly, closing his pretty blue eye and allowing the Abyssal magic to fall and melt back into Childe, who exhales deeply and laces your fingers with his. he fusses over you for the rest of the day, tucking your blankets in around your chin and bringing you hot soup- his mother's recipe! he swears that he didn't put any weird fish in it like he usually does, only sitting down on the bed and watching to make sure you eat every last bit. Childe insists that he doesn't GET sick, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and tenderly petting your hair. you idly begin poking his freckles and the Eleventh Harbinger just chuckles, a wonderful rumbling sound from his chest, and brushes the tip of his nose against yours

it's midnight the next time you wake up, the outside world hushed and silent apart from the chirping of cicadas- but your room isn't quiet, the opposite, actually, with how deeply Foul Legacy is purring. his arms are wrapped firmly around your waist, the consistent purrs soothing your aching head, and you attempt to snuggle closer despite how your eyes burn and your breath comes out weak and shaky. Legacy grumbles in his sleep and pulls you closer, his armor cool against your warm skin and claws gently grasping your shirt. for a moment it feels as if all the pain fades away, your head against Foul Legacy's chest as you lean up and peck his cheek before closing your eyes again, the soft, constant purring and perfect temperature lulling you to sleep once more <3

[sighcomics]

[ameliathornromance]

Orc cuddles were the best.

After a long hard day of tolling away with sewing, wood-chopping and cooking, there was nothing better than collapsing into your Orc Boyfriend's arms.

He loved to cuddle you too. As big and beefy as he was, he loved the way he could envelope you within his whole body.

At the same time, when he was exhausted from training or hunting, being the small spoon became a lot more appealing.

The two of you don't care how silly it may look. Being in each others company is more than enough.

[inkykeiji]

Mint green with flawless Tomura

prompt: mint green series: flawless au warnings: reader likes mint chocolate chip ice cream, hints of a toxic relationship words: 510

“I don’t know how you can eat that,” you say, nose scrunching up. “My teeth hurt just looking at it.” 

“Don’t look at it, then,” he snaps, the lines of his lips dyed a syrupy cyan, confection liquified by the heat of his mouth. 

But you just can’t help it, the monstrosity on a sugared cone continually drawing your eye no matter how hard you try to ignore it, looming in your peripheral vision like some sort of Lovecraftian horror.

It’s three scoops tall, with funfetti birthday cake as it’s base, speckled with colourful sprinkles and ribbons of icing running through the vanilla cream, followed by bubblegum cotton candy, pink rippled with teal, and topped with cookie monster; a heaping scoop of blue ice cream, laden with chunks of cookie dough and topped with a slice of a chocolate chip cookie, stuck in the cream. 

It’s a cavity waiting to happen. It’s several cavities waiting to happen, and you wince reactively, features twisting in phantom pain, teeth stinging. His tongue slithers from between his gooey lips, slick muscle tainted some nightmarish colour, and curls vindictively around his ice cream, gathering a mountainous glob and chewing it, a responding hiss inhaled through your clenched teeth.  

“You’re just weak,” Tomura continues, eyes narrowed. “And I don’t know how you can eat that.”

Ruby eyes stare pointedly at the drops of mint green ice cream dribbling over your knuckles, the icy treat melting rapidly in the July sun. 

“It really isn’t that bad,” your tongue darts out to lick at the dollops of sugar smeared across your fingers, doing little in the way of cleaning it up, saliva watering it down to a translucent turquoise, sticky and shimmering, pooling in the gaps of your fingers. 

“It really is that bad, and I can’t believe I’m dating a psychopath.”

“A psychopath?”

“Only psychos eat mint chip ice cream,” he reasons simply, shrugging a shoulder. “No sane person enjoys mint in their chocolate.”

Bubbles of incredulous laughter barrel up your throat, warm and tingling as they pop on your tongue, and he joins in, chuckling, his gaze mollifying beneath your amusement. His teeth are stained blue from the artificial dye, giving his smile an almost uncanny characteristic to it, eerie and wolfish. 

“Oh? And is that a fact?”

“It is a fact,” he confirms. “Ask Kurogiri.” 

You can’t help but giggle again at how direly serious he is, as if Kurogiri truly is the end-all, be-all wealth of knowledge in this life, his information gospel, his words final. You suppose in Tomura’s world, he is.

It’s cute, in Tomura’s trademark endearingly entitled kind of way, that he’s so staunchly confident in his statements; so sure that he’s correct, so sure that his custodian would confirm the validity of his claims in an instant. 

“A sugar fiend and a psychopath,” you sigh wistfully, resting your head on his shoulder. “What a pair we make.” 

“Could be worse.”

“Worse? How?”

“We could both like mint chip.” 

“Oh, yeah. Then we’d be real menaces to society.” 

authors note: tomu definitely refuses to kiss you until you have, as he so eloquently put it, rid your mouth of that horrid mint flavour, shoving various different candies and sodas at you in a desperate attempt to eradicate the offensive taste.