#get well soon ✨

[sparkly-skies]

five comfort characters, five tags (kinda)

thank you @spatort-spaetzchen ✨ I don't really have comfort characters, more comfort tags/tropes so I'm gonna go with that, maybe I can throw in a character somewhere. also I'm arsonist-chicken but I added fanfic recs that include RPF of musicians so it needs to go on my sideblog now. Also. This got long. Because I'm incapable of shutting the hell up but well. Here you go:

first date/first kiss/first time - I'm weak as hell for it. something about the excitement of doing something for the first time, in general or with a specific person, and the trust it requires and how you can decide what it means for you, if it's something serious or just something you do with a friend for fun because you want to and trust each other.

might I recommend @ao3userxnowimnothing's "favorite record" (Blind Channel) as a first kiss comfort fic that I keep going back to

also @mondscheinprinzessin's "There is just one thing I need" (Blind Channel), it's got pining, it's got friends to lovers, it's got a first kiss and someone yeeting a mistletoe at someone's head.

a Realisation of Feelings, paired with a cursive oh. that's right you little idiot, OH, that's not just friendly feelings there! you like them! sucker. and related: sexuality crisis/figuring out your non-heterosexuality over time OR have it be a sudden epiphany, like OH not everyone feels like this about their same-sex friend! OH I haven't felt like this about any of my other same-sex friends and it's not just because they're awesome in a different way! get queer-ed bby.

@sunsetcurveofficial's "Keep Dreaming Like We'll Live Forever" (Julie and the Phantoms) - I don't remember details right now and it's 10,000 words, but I did write in my bookmark "sexualities are realised through innocent 'what if' kissing, many feelings".

and @s4pphic-sh3nan1gans "Zame, si čisti dopamin" (Joker Out), it's still in progress but I already love the friends looking out for the guy who still needs to figure out and more importantly accept that he Likes a guy.

two people just Sitting and Talking, preferably in a protected space (like someone's own apartment, or a room with a closed door and unlikely interruptions) or late in the evening/at night, on a balcony or in someone's garden or again a protected space, about Something that has been bothering one of them or that they have been thinking about a lot recently and that they want to talk to someone they trust about. could be a crush/oh damn am I queer-thing, doubts about their place in life, relationships/family/friendship problems, self-imagine issues, darker issues like self-harm or related issues, anything else they want to get off their chest and trust this friend with to listen and offer a should to lean and cry on if necessary.

yeah actually my obsession with "two people Sitting and Talking" was always there but probably really took off with @mousemarner's "you know all my deep dish" (Julie and the Phantoms). It literally says in the author's notes "A fic by me where two people sit and talk about someone's sexuality? Groundbreaking." AND IT IS. Love it. So much. I quickly skimmed it just now and it got me emotional again.

also @mondscheinprinzessin's "first aid kit: bandages, support, friends" (Blind Channel) series has a lot of that, too.

also again @mondscheinprinzessin's "The four times Aleksi comes out" (Blind Channel) fic. Top-tier. Has coming out AND worrying about it a bit AND a friend asking to sit and talk AND other stuff.

and applegrass23's "Kisses" (Joker Out) which I put in this category for the Sitting and Talking but also features one character coming out in a tense situation and it being fine except for his broken heart. Actually, as far as comfort characters go, right now the closest thing is probably Kris, especially when he's there for his friends for a Talk.

idiots in love/pining/friends to lovers/getting together/love confessions. That's THE shit baby. THE shit. Combine it with some good old sexuality realisation (because they've been friends forever and have always felt like that, they're just really close friends??/they've been friends forever, WHY are their feelings suddenly changing and getting so intense??) and them being idiots but eventually sitting and talking about their feelings, and I'm sitting ready with my hands on my keyboard to scream in the comments. THE shit. Sign me the fuck up. Rip my heart out and put it back together when they figure it out.

@mondscheinprinzessin's "Getting yourself a boyfriend" (Blind Channel) series is, like, THE prototype of every fic I could ever fall in love with.

also psyduckappear's "Hello, Mary Lou" (Julie and the Phantoms), it's got pining and one of them being oblivious and a love confession of sorts.

and @wesperbrekkered's "Of Merchlings and Letters Home" (Six of Crows) that has the pining and the oblivious idiots in love but also many other things that ripped my heart right out that would need their own category.

@neverrepent's "my bat, my heart" (Blind Channel) ripped my heart out with the tragedy of it all and I wish so badly I could draw to make fanart of the final scene past a very scribbly doodle I did during an exam.

just like. physical affection very generally. friends cuddling, sitting in each other's laps, holding hands, giving kisses on hair, foreheads, cheeks, shoulders, even lips casually just to show affection.

@threeghosts-nobraincells's "Bros Kiss Sometimes, Right?" (Julie and the Phantoms). Does turn into friends to lovers eventually BUT before that, it really is just dudes kissing bros, guys kissing the homies for the fun of it.

@mondscheinprinzessin I've tagged you so many times, what's one more, also @neverrepent if you want to and @morbid-things where I have a hunch of at least, like, two comfort characters and @paleangels13. Have fun if you want to do it, I went with comfort tropes instead of characters, you do whatever you want ✨

[ifindus]

I want chaos - can we have a picture of them during Kalmar?

I did promise something historical today and @/nordickies' recent Kalmar Union posts have inspired me 🙏✨

This ask was in relation to this post back in April, with Norway and Sweden posing for a photo during their union. Ofc Denmark needs to join them for the posing during Kalmar 🙏

[marclef]

okay so uhhh. definitely wasn't expecting this any time soon. or ever. but unless my tumblr has been lying to me for 3 days straight then i guess it happened.

uhhhhh. thanks for 700 followers bros 👁👁💧

like. i didn't even see my tumblr get to 400. unless i've been hallucinating that it's been at 300 for the last month. am i going insane? maybe. but uhhh. that's a lot of people looking at me. kinda freaking me out a little. but thanks regardless i guys, it does mean a lot to me ✨❤❤❤✨

anyways. i die. nervous. some various rambling under the cut and in the tags but here's an artistic rendition of how i feel right now. enjoy.

so yeah. i don't know how the hell my follower count has doubled in like, two months. maybe it's the Fake Peppino Hugs? a lot of people have been wanting hugs after all. it uhhhh kinda makes me feel weird knowing there's this many of you. but i'll try to manage.

speaking of hugs, yes i've seen the new asks and requests in my inbox i promise!! i will get to them when i can, but for now i'm gonna try to focus on getting a couple other big important things done. mainly, a large Fake Peppino headcanon-related post i've been planning, and getting a few more characters up on Artfight before July.

and also.... i might be getting commissions up soon too?? i don't know how soon, but it'd be a way for me to get income right now since i don't have a job. or, if you don't wanna commission me but still wanna show support, i have a link to me Ko-Fi on my intro post as well! really any support is welcome, but i'm trying to figure out how to do commissions and pricing and stuff since it'll be the first time i *officially* do them. i hope you'll think about it though!!

but yeah, i've got a good few things i've gotta get done with, i'm trying to take things a liiiiittle slow right now though so i don't burn myself out fully. i will try to get stuff done soon though! expect that big Fakey post in maybe a week or so, and i'll update you all on other things that happen as well!

thanks for reading if you have, love ya's ❤❤💗💗💗❤❤

[peanutseagle]

what do you MEAN you're out of peanuts????

[whenthegoldrays]

what a DAY ladies what a day, braces off, new haircut, new Elly mayhap ❗️❗️❗️

[deus-ex-mona]

*pays for mona merch with the one and only chozetsu kawaii credit card*

[tojiscrack]

don’t want to give you false hope, but with the way i’m looking at it rn, chapter 4 of liar, liar will most likely be released somewhere around the 10th-16th of june?

as for start of a new obsession, i’m thinking around the 30th of june? perhaps a little earlier?

i’ve put a little more time in writing liar, liar out because it’s the only one gaining traction atm, and is also the one with the longest number of words for each chapter. that doesn’t mean i’m abandoning soano! still working on it, just a little slower :)

yeah that’s all really. oh! friendly reminder that my username will change in a couple of weeks from ack4rwoman to tojiscrack (i refuse to use tojisbum, lalalala, idc if tojisbum somehow miraculously won by a landslide)!

[theflyingfeeling]

eyyyyyyy look what I wrote because I was umm... bored and procrastinating. yeah, definitely only that 🙂

additional tags: angst and smut of some kind (more the implied kind that the explicit one)

enjoy~

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The last time they did it was supposed to be the last time. Then again, so was the time before that, and the time before that (and the time before that as well). Yet, here they were once again, in a dark hotel room, connected at the mouth, hands on each other's cocks.

It had all started on a particularly wintery night in early November, in the sauna of Aleksi's summer cottage, of all places. They had stayed behind, under cover of being too fascinated by the first snow falling softly behind the fogged-up window, while the others had gone on to crack beers and to destroy the remains of a birthday cake by the fireplace in the next room. When Olli had turned his head back to Aleksi – to comment on the beauty of the scenery or something else, Olli no longer remembered – his breath had caught in his throat when he had found Aleksi's blue eyes looking up at his as if he had just been caught doing something he was not supposed to, his red lips parted, and his hand a little too obvious in its effort to cover the... situation between his legs.

Despite the nearly eighty degrees surrounding them, Olli's skin had been on goosebumps and his breath trembling as he had struggled to control where his eyes travelled, to order them back up to Aleksi's face (as if that would've helped) or literally anywhere else. The thoughts of wrong and we shouldn't swarming in Olli's dizzy head had been muted the second Aleksi's warm hand had rested on Olli's bare thigh, its intentions as clear as the thin frozen cover on the lake by the cottage, and verily, Olli had gasped as if he had fallen through the ice into the frigid water when the hand had reached its destination in between Olli's legs at last. What had happened after that, Olli had blamed on the heat of the moment as much as that of the sauna, and despite having spent the entire rest of the song-writing weekend summoning up the memory of Aleksi's hand gripping his cock, of his own hand being covered in white pearls of Aleksi's cum, of Aleksi's lips on his lips and neck and fingers, he had still kept telling himself it wouldn't happen again.

He simply wouldn't allow it.

That was, until he had. In his defence, it's not like Aleksi had done much to prevent it either.

At least that time the tragedy had occurred far away from home, on their short trip to Germany for a promotion event for their record label – which didn't make it any less immoral, of course, no matter how many times Olli had tried convincing himself that whatever happens in Berlin, stays in Berlin.

No, that's Vegas, Niko had helpfully reminded him when Olli had slurred his worldly wisdom, to which he had kept hanging on ever since that night in a doomed attempt to assure himself that the fact it happened in a foreign country would somehow justify what they had done.

He had almost believed it too: almost, meaning not even a little bit, and that was essentially why Olli's articulation had been so thick and sloppy, although he had found no help for his despair in the bottom of his pint glass either. No matter where he had looked, his eyes had kept travelling back to Aleksi's, staring at him from the other end of the table, equally miserable as his own; no matter what Olli had tried to busy his mind with, his thoughts had always returned to the way, back in their hotel room, Aleksi had pushed him against the mattress and Olli had let him, or the way Olli had slid his hand under Aleksi's sweatshirt and inside his trousers and Aleksi had done nothing to stop him.

If drowning himself in some overpriced German airport beer had helped him get rid of the crippling guilt, he probably would've done that on the spot. Funnily enough, if only Aleksi had given him the word in the form of a nudge against his feet under the table or a gentle brush of his hand while waiting for boarding to start, Olli would've dragged him to the nearest restroom in a heartbeat, just to hear Aleksi panting in his ear again, to feel his hot, heavy breathing against his neck. Instead, they had sat in silence for the whole flight back home, their thighs warm and firm against each other, forced to touch in the limited space of the ecomony class, a constant, intolerable reminder of their sins from the other night.

Please don't let it go that far next time, he would've said to Aleksi, had he been sober and half as brave as he wished to be. Please don't let there be 'next time'. You've always been the stronger one of us.

Alas, Olli never knew if his pleas would've made any difference, for when he had travelled back to Helsinki two weeks later, he had found himself craving for the man's touch just as much as he had ever since they had gotten off that plane from Berlin, and judging by how tight Aleksi had been gripping on to the collar of Olli's shirt, Olli could tell he shared the sentiment.

There had been a new kind of desperation to their touches and to their silent moans as they had rubbed against each other on the couch in Aleksi's basement studio. Maybe it was because they hadn't spoken for days. Maybe it was because Aleksi's girlfriend was upstairs.

When Aleksi had come all over Olli's stomach, his eyes had welled with hopeless tears. Olli wanted to brush them away, but he had feared that would've only made matters worse.

"Fuck. Sorry," Aleksi had whispered with a trembling breath before getting off him. Olli hadn't needed to ask what Aleksi had been apologizing for; he understood it was complicated without Aleksi telling him so. He understood it perfectly well, in fact, having rolled around in bed night after night for the past weeks dwelling on the matter himself, cautious not to awaken the sleeping figure next to him.

The true tragedy was that by then, they had gone far past the point of a simple apology to be any good.

The next day, soaking his sorrows in a bottle of gin on Joonas' sofa, he had told his oldest childhood friend everything, because they didn't keep secrets between them and, well, because Joonas had asked.

"So it's true, huh? Fuck, I thought it was just Niko making things up again. You know, like that time he was convinced Joel had hooked up with that Italian guy, what's-his-name."

(Olli hadn't had the heart to tell him that Joel had, very much indeed, gotten intimate with that Italian guy, a little too loud in a cleaning closet with the door a little too open on a backstage corridor next to a vending machine that had eaten Olli's money once upon a time in Rotterdam, but that was a conversation for another drunken Thursday.)

"So, umm... does... does she know?"

Olli had shaken his head.

"Are you gonna tell her?"

Olli had been too busy practically inhaling the liquor in his bottle to answer. Not that he would've had an answer ready anyway.

"Is it... I mean... It's just sex, right? There's... nothing more to it, is there?"

That time, Olli had wanted to answer. He really, really had. But whatever would've come out of his mouth instead of the broken sob he had let out once the comforting burn of the alcohol had left his throat would've been a terrible lie, so maybe it was best he hadn't.

"Oh, Olli..." Joonas had whispered into his hair as he had wept against the soft, pink fabric of Joonas' hoodie. It had been little comfort to ease his pain, but at least he hadn't been back at Aleksi's making more poor judgements.

There'd be more opportunities for that, Olli was to find out, although they had agreed with solemn nods and lumps in their throats that they'd have to put an end to it before it would be too late. It seemed, however, that neither of them wanted to acknowledge it had been too late the very moment they had first kissed in Aleksi's sauna that snowy November night; Olli could only speak for himself, of course, but once he had had a taste of something he had until then only fantasized about – for longer than he was willing to admit – he had known there was no coming back. One look at Aleksi's lustful gaze on him when they pleasured each other was the only reassurement for Olli to believe he felt the same.

Lust. Olli could fool himself and say that was all that it was: carnal desire, instinctive, uncontrollable somehow, but was it lust you felt when your daily thoughts became consumed by this one person, their smell, their taste, their voice that even came to lure you in your sleep?

Olli knew what it was. He didn't dare say the word out loud though, ignoring how it was just another way to fool himself.

Come their spring tour, and Olli's head felt too heavy with thoughts to carry on his aching shoulders. Aleksi's tongue managed to empty it momentarily the way it emptied his balls, but sooner rather than later, his head was full of mixed messages again: ones that told him he had nothing but misery coming for him if he let this go on, others that asked him how something that felt so world-shatteringly good and right could be so wrong.

Maybe it's not wrong, Olli's post-handjob brain tried to reason, like it did each time these days. He knew he'd come to his senses (or what was left of them) soon after, but every time they had gotten together on that tour – which was almost every other night if they weren't too sleep-deprived or too busy hating themselves – Olli found himself believing it more and more. Maybe it's not wrong and we're just the victims of our circumstances, of having met other people before we met each other. Maybe we're right to touch and crave each other the way we do and it's the universe that's fucked us over for never even giving us a fair chance to see if we could be something.

And Olli really, truly wanted the two of them to be something; something more than hasty handjobs in backstage bathrooms or quiet, needy blowjobs at 3 AM in the tour van; something more than a mere fraction of the life they could never have, at least not without breaking some hearts first.

Olli almost felt his own shattering into pieces when Aleksi spoke to him in the dark of their hotel room.

"This is the last time. It has to be."

Perhaps it would've been more convincing if Aleksi's thumb hadn't been stroking his collarbone, or if he hadn't felt the softness of Aleksi's lips on his shoulder.

"I know," he said anyway, like he always did. He stared up at the ceiling until his eyes began to burn, so he closed them and focused on the gentle touch just above his chest. He set his breathing to the rhythm of Aleksi's thumb, forcing away the dread and regret, hopefully until morning.

"I just..." Aleksi paused to huff out a short exhale, with an undertone of frustration or perhaps even anger, "I just— I wish it... didn't have to be."

Olli opened his eyes again, only to find the ceiling even more blurry than the last time he had stared at it.

"I wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish I could... I wish we could..."

Olli couldn't force himself to speak and tell Aleksi that he, too, wished their situation was different, to tell him just how much he wanted him, so he silenced Aleksi with his lips and showed him.

He showed him, not with his words, but with the way his hands gently pushed Aleksi to his back. He showed him with his tongue that explored the insides of Aleksi's mouth and the smooth skin below his jawline. He showed him with his fingers that wrapped around Aleksi's erection, stroking his length while Olli's other fingers prepared him. He showed him with the way he moved inside him, slowly, tenderly, then faster, more desperate, until he lost himself completely in the feeling of Aleksi.

Aleksi's breaths came out short and fast, and Olli knew he was close. His thrust became more determined, less for his own pleasure than that of the man trembling under him when his orgasm hit him. Only then Olli allowed himself to let go as well, coming inside Aleksi, filling him, taking him.

Aleksi's eyes were glassy as he sunk his hand into Olli's hair and brought him in for a kiss to make up for all the ones that were cut short while they had been gasping for air. In those moments, when they were both weak and vulnerable, it was too easy to imagine this was exactly how it was supposed to be, or, the very least, where Olli wanted to be: their their bodies having become one with him still inside Aleksi, their sweaty skin sticking together, their tongues working in sync. He hoped it spoke more than any words he had left unsaid.

I want this. I want you.

[shidraoftheworldpillar]

I wonder what would happen if there was a game that took place in ultra space-

OKAY HERE ARE ALL THE CUSTOMS AND RELIGIONS OF EVERY ULTRA BEAST-

[tender-rosiey]

I think I have writer’s block again

[thedeadthree]

IOVANNA (hotd) 🔮 // UNA (hotd) 🐍

ALAIA (tlou) 🍄 // VANJA (aot) 🫖

VIOLANTE (dbd) 🕯 // VERUSHA (various) ⚖️

TAGGED BY the dears @nightbloodraelle, @leviiackrman, @corvosattano and @marivenah to make a few loves in this cutest picrew! ty ty! <3

TAGGING: @griffin-wood, @feystepped, @kingsroad, @jendoe, @phillipsgraves, @risingsh0t, @denerims, @chuckhansen, @shellibisshe, @queennymeria, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @confidentandgood, @adelaidedrubman, @leondaltons. @roofgeese, @loriane-elmuerto, @weisshaupts, @aartyom, @arklay, @girlbosselrond, @blissfulalchemist and you!

[decidentia]

Sorry for being MIA, gang. It’s been a busy week between me going back to work and my kiddies starting school. I’ll hopefully be back in action after the weekend. In other news, I got a funky new tattoo today ;

[arklay]

WIP DAY.

tagged by @girlbosselrond @morvaris @aartyom @risingsh0t @phillipsgraves @leviiackrman @indorilnerevarine & @denerims over the past month! sorry it's taken me so long to get to anything at all, i'm sure you guys have heard me address it enough, but thank you all so much for continuing to tag me in things while i've been inactive ♡

tagging @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @florbelles @jendoe @lightwardens @liurnia @nokstella @nuclearstorms @shadowsofrose @shellibisshe @steelport @swordcoasts @wrymbloods @voerman & all of those who tagged me again cause i'm so behind + anyone else who'd like to share anything they're working on, not just writing! ♡

i haven't written anything since the last wip game i did, but i started trying to put diana's timeline together at the start of january, so i mean... i'll show that instead. as you can see, fatigue hasn't let me do much with it even though i've got all of her timeline already done and strewn about all over the place.

started with 1995 onwards cause it was originally going to be an ewskers timeline situation, but then wanted to include all of her backstory so i went back to the start and still have the late 80s and early 90s to get through before then, but yeah :]

it's going to include like all little moments i've thought of between the ewskers just for me and placing them on the timeline, so you can imagine how long this is going to get if i have to go to 2021 for village... like just 1996-1998 is going to be so much... she's very special to me if you couldn't tell already lmaoo

never sharing this though, it's just for me, and like will help for when i do her timeline page (more in-depth version of what's on her oc page) to just run through canon events and brief descriptions and whatnot. you understand.

everything is blurred out besides 1995 ewskers momence and the years, just cause like idk her i feel weird sharing her in-depth backstory unless it's in dms or something, just cause there's lots going on there and yeah. things. idk

i also made a carrd for twt if you wanna have a look at that :] there's some cheeky subtle things with the two resi items i used as pics hehe

actually, you know what, i'll give a lil bit from where i left of with that rewrite anyways, even though it's been months since i wrote it. but why not

Wesker left a fleeting kiss behind her ear then reached around her and hooked his fingers beneath her coat, prompting Diana to glance back at him. But all he did was gently pull it from her shoulders. She watched him from out of the corner of her eye as he hung it up on the rack by the door, his movements careful and almost calculated, until he turned back towards her, and the warmth of his body returned once more. He pressed up against her side this time, as opposed to her back, and one of his hands found a home on her waist. The way the arm it belonged to was resting firmly against her as he began leading her towards the kitchen was comforting, secure, yet unmistakably possessive. And she revelled in it. He had quite the knack for handling her just the way she wanted.

[darabeatha]

HES FINALLY LVL 100!!!!!!!!;;!;;

[momomallowart]

Been working on making some AoT fanart since the finale but I keep getting sidetracked...

but I figured I'd share this WIP bc I've been trying to share more! ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ✨

[ranger-crow]

Marauder, Pandora, Hibiscus, and I are finally setting out for Galar!

See y’all on the other side