#had it get it out of my system

[nomelwelloy]

a/n: here is a little sinbad: lotss drabble! don’t know if the fandom is still out there but here is my humble brain rot… enjoy! (reblogs are greatly appreciated <3)

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Sinbad stands alone in the quiet of the balcony alcove, away from the hubbub of the party. It’s a rare sight, thinks Proteus, as he creeps up behind him, pressing a cold cup to his cheek. “You’re not one to miss a party,”

With a grin mirroring his, Sinbad takes the cup, leaning forward on the white marble railing. “It’s nice up here,”

Proteus leans against the pillar, shooting an amused glance his way before his eyes land on the sunset beyond the horizon. “Are we getting sentimental now?”

Sinbad chuckles, a deep sound that resembles more of a purring tiger. “That’s usually you, Proteus. Today, I seek quiet. Tomorrow,” Sinbad briefly steals a glance to his left; Proteus is still lost in the melting colours of the sky, his gaze faraway, like he’s floating amidst the shifting colours and clouds. Sinbad looks away with an inward sigh, unable to say what they both already know.

The party is still raging on; discordant conversations and excited hollering ring out amidst the commotion, followed by a series of barks and screams, and the music effortlessly picks up once more.

Proteus lets out a breathy chuckle, taking another sip from his cup. “Marina too, isn’t she? She’s also leaving,”

“Yeah,” Sinbad says with a shake of his head. “She’s got her own ship now, and a dedicated crew… all in such short time.” he frowns, “I think she might be better at this than I am.”

This elicits a laugh from Proteus, and Sinbad relaxes, looking up as their gazes meet.

“Marina comes very close,” Proteus puts down his chalice and steps forward. He tugs Sinbad’s collar, straightening out the creases of his blazer. His hand brushes over his chest as if to dust away something, his motions deliberate. “But no one does it as best as you,”

Sinbad almost swoons as Proteus’s cologne washes over him, but he steadies himself, desperately focusing on the little mole by his lower lip.

“What else am I best at?” Sinbad says quietly, just for their ears. Proteus’s eyes light up with a knowing grin.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Sinbad groans, unable to take anymore of his teasing and he closes the distance between them to catch his lips in a deep, fervour-filled kiss. His hands wrap around his waist and another carts through his hair, let down in loose waves tonight. Proteus backs him up against the railing, hands gripping the marble on either side of them as he deepens the kiss. There’s something urgent about the way he’s pressing into him, snuffing out the slightest space between them, angling his head to grant Sinbad deeper access into his mouth.

They only separate when their lungs scream for air, and even then they don’t step apart; their foreheads press as they catch their breath, and Proteus’s hand comes to rest on his wrist. Their hands are the same size and calloused, but Sinbad’s is rougher, while Proteus’s fingers are slender, familiar to the sword and pen. It’s a great difference, and he wonders briefly how Marina’s hands look like now.

Sinbad turns his over to weave their fingers together. “I’ll write often,” he offers this assurance, to which even Proteus seems dissatisfied.

“I only need one thing from you, Sinbad,” he leans away to get a good look at him. “That you stay safe, and return to me in one piece.”

A beat of silence, the crashing of waves against stone beneath them, and the droning of a party behind. “Those are two things,” he points out.

Proteus breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling and he shakes his head.

Sinbad traces his finger over his heart in a cross motion. “If not, Eris can-”

Proteus clamps a hand over his mouth. “Come on, Sinbad.”

He relents with a gleeful grin.

“Shall we return to the party?” Proteus asks, picking up his chalice.

Sinbad glances toward the sea. The skies are a dim, dusty blue now, swallowing the last minutes of daylight as pinpricks of silver begin to dot the skies. The views out at sea cannot compare, but there’s nothing quite like a starry night over Syracuse.

“Not yet,” Sinbad finds his hand once more, resting them on the cool marble. “Lets stay a little longer.”

[bluebeesknees]

𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 ✨

[eriochromatic]

"Felicia reproduced Vi and Powder asexually" "Vander and Silco were actually their respective bio dads"

ok but have you considered the secret third option

[tswkento]

just thinking about satoru being protective over you — his pregnant wife, but the thing is, it’s only been a week since you’ve found out and there is nothing in your appearance that indicates that there’s a part of him growing inside of you.

some things become normal, like him not leaving your side and determinedly ignoring the meetings with higher ups just so he could be by your side in case “something” happens, which only makes you shake your head in amusement because there is literally nothing that could happen. well, at least for now.

there’s a lot of things he does that amuse you, actually, like when satoru shushes his students because “the little one might be sleeping” and looking so innocent while doing it that you can’t stop yourself from kissing his cheek.

or when he decides that the steps might just be too hard for you to handle and swears to carry you whenever they are in the way. to which you roll your eyes and remind him to save it all for the time when you stop seeing your own feet. naturally, your husband only chuckles and lift you up, bringing you close to his chest and peppering your face with kisses as he muses about doing it regardless of the said fact.

he rests his hands on your belly and says that “it’s to keep the baby warm!�� with that bright beam of his, which might just be true because his palms are so fucking warm and pleasant to have on.

gojo worries so so much, insisting that you don’t go to mission because you could end up getting hurt and no amount of reassurance is enough to convince him that you can handle yourself just fine. so he not so secretly follows you to the missions you do end up attending, threatening ijichi for information that should be confidential.

but what can he do?! you’re his precious wife, his love, the vessel of his heart and soul, and the future mother of his beautiful baby. he will do anything and everything to keep you safe, there is no point to him if he can’t even do that.

[aru-and-leopard-cat]

Call his hole Little Caesar’s the way it’s always hot and ready

[theghostofbean]

”Men think about the Roman Empire” “What’s the female version of the Roman Empire” SHUT UPPPPP. SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP. AS A WOMAN I LOVE THE ROMAN EMPIRE. AS A WOMAN I LOVE ANCIENT HISTORY AND BATTLES AND POLITICAL INSTABILITY. THE “GIRL VERSION OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE” IS THE ROMAN EMPIRE. IM GOING TO STAB YOU 23 TIMES

[delioncourtes]

We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?

GOOD OMENS - 2.06 Every Day

[sunfishsiestalah]

"Golden Rule, motherfucker."

[bluegiragi]

save me trans wolverine save me

full version on patreon

[modemica]

“I keep on trying to embrace you both, why won’t you let me?”

[lezzyart]

sorry, I had to

inspired by this meme

[skaiind]

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Two old guys acting like kids. :V

[maiaczy]

Sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind.

[leecheedoodles]

G-G-GHOSTS?!?!?!!

[eydilily]

Your designs have me bounce around my house giggling, I can't stop looking at your art it's so gorgeous 😭

Could you draw Tango but with glasses? After the recent post that went around I can't stop thinking about it and I think glasses would look so good on your design? (no pressure tho) (just love your art so much)

Anyway, have a nice day ❤️

i think i got possessed for 3 hours . thanks for that