#he is my boyfriend 😌

[devilat-thedoor]

here’s a collection of Daniel that i’ve been selfishly hiding in my drafts😔

[olisgifs]

— were you freed within, did you leave your skin?

[artsfavoritehorn]

[seaofolives]

🎭 #torokatober2024 day 12/31: pierrot 🎻

Even the bed creaks stutter with Quatre’s hips, the pressure between his straddled legs bursting in waves. This is where he usually screams.

He doesn’t. The circus grounds are so quiet, and this is their last night together before Trowa goes on tour to the farthest cluster known to man.

Trowa brings him down to his feverish chest, turning them on their sides on his narrow bed, in his cramped tent.

Quatre strokes the glitters on his cheek from tonight’s makeup. He’ll miss him.

Trowa kisses him deeply, his tongue and his hips moving again.

Quatre sighs, his toes curling.

find the list of prompts here!

[rigginsstreet]

Billy working for some big crime lord and Steve being an undercover agent working a job to take down billys boss but billy ends up taking a liking to him so Steve’s bosses tell him to go along with it and start fake dating him to gain information…but Steve falls in real love 😔

[lunar-years]

what's currently motivating me to continue working on this fic is the knowledge that i get to tag it 'Keeley Jones Needs a Hug' AND 'Jamie Tartt Needs a Hug.'

[solar-nightengale]

PROTECTIVE PROMPTS HAND ON THE OTHER'S SHOULDER WITH THE BETROTHED FOOLS PLEASE AND THANK YOU 💖💖💖💖💖

DKJLHKPCTIXR HELLO!!! ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! 🥰🥰💖💖💖 This ended up being a little snippet taking place in the past pre-Enchanté insanity so :) Have at that ehhehe Betrothed fools are still just the dating idiots here 😌 <3333

~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS

4. putting a hand on the other's shoulder to show their support

Flick, flick, flick went the knife over the wood he was working into, chippings dropping onto the table around him. The sun had gone down hours ago, he knew that, but despite the headache starting to form behind his eyes, he refused to pull away from the head he was working on. The idea had struck him maybe hours ago and he had almost instantly gotten to work on it the second it did. It wasn’t a moment too soon either, the clocks above reminded him. Each passing tick was another passed second to reaching his deadline. And gods he had never wished more than right now to have the same speed and skill of his father. There was so little time left, what would he do to be able to build a puppet in as short a time frame as Geppetto once had to build an entire wardrobe?

He heard the door open, biting back a curse as he realised just how late it was if he was still up when Lampwick had come back home. His boyfriend had decided to stay the week, which came with its own set of rules. Those being Dies Solis night is the night he’d be playing cards with Eugene and Arlekin. And if he was back from that… then there’s no telling how late it truly was.

He heard a stumble before the door closed, the lock clicking soon after. “Still going at it, huh?” Lampwick’s words were spoken clearly, the steps he took unfaltering and stable. Pinocchio frowned.

For once he wasn’t drunk? That had to be a new record for him.

Pinocchio’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve almost-” the head slipped out of his grip, the woodcarver instinctively letting go of the knife in the process as both clattered to the floor. “Shit.” He dropped down and grabbed the knife, the puppet part rolling and getting stopped by Lampwick’s foot. The redhead huffed.

“Maybe now’s a good time to wrap up for the night.” Lampwick suggested as he picked the unfinished head up.

“I can’t,” Pinocchio sighed. He reached out to take the head back, only for his boyfriend to lift it high above his head. Pinocchio grunted as he jumped up, but Lampwick held it just out of his reach. “Lampwick!”

“Can’t what, baby? Reach that high?” the cheek teased as he dangled the carving, grinning widely as he straightened up even more out of reach of the woodcarver. “Use those tip-toes you love to bring out when trying to kiss me.”

“Lampwick I really don’t have time for this.” Pinocchio exclaimed as he grabbed for the older man’s sleeve and tried to pull it down.

“Why not?” Lampwick barely budged under the brunette’s relentless attempts to bring his arm down. “What? Can’t ya continue tomorrow?”

“No!” Pinocchio paused, “Maybe?” Another pause before he started up. “I have a- a council meeting tomorrow you know that! And I promised my patron that I’d have this done by Dies Mercurii and I’m not even close to being done. I’ve three days! Less than that even!”

The red-head blew a raspberry. “Well personally I think you’d get it done much better and faster if you got some sleep.”

“Now is not the time for that.”

“You’ve been working on it all day-”

“And I’ll work on it all night if I have to.”

“Pinocchio.” Gone was the teasing grin now replaced with a frown.

His arm growing lax was all the opening Pinocchio needed to finally pull the man’s arm down and snatch back the carving, turning back to the workbench and continue. He could feel his boyfriend’s breath on his shoulder, Pinocchio trying hard not to ignore Lampwick as he worked to concentrate on the chisel he was holding to the puppet’s head. “There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” he heard him ask, Pinocchio’s eyes narrowing on the single spot he was trying to carve out. He noticed his hand shake as he pressed the knife a little more against the wood.“Spit it out, aye? What’s bugging ya?”

“Nothing,” was the swift answer Pinocchio gave.

“For someone that’s known for his lies you’re sure bad at them.” Pinocchio watched Lampwick grimace as he shot him a glare, hearing the quiet apology from him. “Who’s the patron?”

Pinocchio sighed, laying the objects onto the table. “The Princess. And her son.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘Oh’. She commissioned the puppet for entertainment on Henry’s fourth birthday. I said I’d get it done but ended up taking too long on simply thinking it up. And with the meeting tomorrow…” The woodcarver groaned as he dragged a hand down his face. He could feel his eyelids drooping, wanting nothing more than to close them right there and then and sleep. But he couldn’t. Not yet… “I know she’s going to ask about it and I don’t have a good answer to give.”

“Just’ tell her the truth.” Lampwick shrugged.

“Right! And disappoint the princess.”

Lampwick’s eyes narrowed. “So, what? You’re gonna lie? What’ll happen if you don’ got it done then?”

“That’s not going to happen. Because what I’m going to do, is get most of it done tonight, hopefully survive the meeting and then work until the sun rises in two days, praying that the gods are merciful and let me finish it by the time it’s due,” Pinocchio explained with a huff dripping of sarcasm, as he picked his tool up from the bench he was leaning against.

“That’s unreasonable.”

“Says you,” the woodcarver retorted.

“Pinocchio.” He heard a frustrated groan, pulling his hand back with a glare when Lampwick reached out for his hand. Lampwick’s hand wavered in mid-air before he opened his palm up, inviting the other to place the tool on it. The woodcarver gripped the knife tightly as he pouted up at him, seeing the gentle worry staring back. “You already looked like you haven’t slept properly in days, give yourself a break.” the red-head explained, Pinocchio’s stomach dropping at the concern.

He hated worrying him like this. Whether he knew it or not, Lampwick’s concern was one of the many things that hurt him beyond measure. It was a rarity to see, but a stab to the heart regardless. “I can’t.”

“You can. And you should. Doll, I don’t think you’re going to get a whole lot done like this. Even in the time frame you got.”

The mention of the time frame had Pinocchio’s shoulders sagging further. He had plenty of time to complete this really. In fact by now, if he had started when he should have, he’d be up and polishing the doll off, not just barely getting started on it.

“I shouldn’t have left it for so long.” He murmured, his chest suddenly aching. Gods he really fucked it up this time around. For once in his life Emma had requested something and he was about to let her down. The chances were, she’d never rely on his work ever again!

Well ‘never’ sounded unreasonable for the kind-hearted princess. But he was sure she wouldn’t have that much in him keeping up another urgent deadline like this.

“Well no use mourning tipped over cows.” he heard his partner state, the spiral in his mind grinding to a halt.

Pinocchio frowned, arching his brows up as he asked: “Do you mean crying over spilt milk?”

The red-head paused, before waving his hand dismissively.

“Irrelevant! And my point stands. Look, if it helps I can go in place of ya to that meeting. Give you more time to not only sleep but also work on this. I’ll jus’ tell the princess you couldn’t make it t’day and that’ll be that.”

“You hate going to those.” Pinocchio pointed out.

“I never said that.”

“Your words were, and I quote: ‘If you wake me up before the sun peaks I’ll have Iskra hide every saddle in the stable.’,” the woodcarver continued, Lampwick only shrugging in response.

“So be it! Just this once you can drag me out of bed and I won’t complain.” he explained with a confident smirk.

Pinocchio could only scoff in disbelief, turning back to the puppet he was working on. Right, and tomorrow morning he’d say something entirely different. And most likely go back on his word. If not sleep in entirely and then they were both in scalding hot water. It happened once before, and the look the queen had given them back then was one he’d remember for years to come.

They were younger back then but Pinocchio was no longer young nor as stupid to make such a mistake again.

…But then again Lampwick wasn’t as young like he was back then too. He had shown up at the last meeting, yet…

He felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up and seeing that strange gentleness on the man once more.

“Look, Emma’s not gonna fire you or burn your workshop down if the puppet is not on par with dwarven diamond quality. But if that’s what you wanna achieve, she won’ get mad about you missing one meeting given the reason for it. She’ll understand. An’ if-” he jumped in before the man could start talking again, “-An’ if someone has a problem wit’ it then that’s not your business either. She ain’t stepping through those doors if I’ve a say in the matter. Iskra’ll be right outside ready to make her fuck off if she tries.”

“You’re really going to have her attack the princess.” Pinocchio deadpanned, watching Lampwick’s grin widen.

“I’m not talking about the princess in this situation. B’sides, I’m sure the princess in particular be more concerned that you’re working yourself thin than anything else.” the red-head explained.

Pinocchio sighed, looking down at the still unfinished puppet and hung his head. “I don’t know…”

“It’ll be fine love.” Lampwick squeezed his shoulder. “I promise ya.”

It was tempting… he had to admit that despite the risks it was tempting. He cursed whichever god managed to make near every word the taller man say ten times more enticing than it should have been.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, watching the man’s grin only widen.

“As sure as I am about the sun rising with me in the morning.” he promised, his hand moving from his shoulder to his lower back, Pinocchio simply letting him pull him away from the work bench. “Now come on, before you faint on me and force me to carry you around.”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be tragic for you do to for once.” the woodcarver joked, but still allowed the other to take the tools away, leading him away from the dread just for the night.

[lovinggreeniehours]

i knoww i know i should get over it but if my classmate mentions sunday again i might actually kill him

[undertheknightwing]

I love you GarJon as Beauty and the Beast. Smallville looks at Jon and goes "this guy is so cringe for doing x-k banish him to the old manor in the forest to get eaten by the Beast" and the Beast is actually a huge sweetheart who's incredibly lonely because the town forced him to live alone cause they saw him as a monster who's a danger to everyone. Gar also believes he's cursed for doing something wrong cause Chief told him so, but in reality Chief turned him into a metahuman with science and lied about him being cursed so Gar would see himself as a bad person (easier to manipulate)

[superiorkenshi]

I'm a little late for the old man birthday but here he is with some blond boy!! 🐯💚✨

[catboyolli]

15.10.2023 - from blindchannel's instagram stories

[jonathanbyersphd]

Mike knew about Jonathan smoking weed and didn't say shit to Nancy

[daisychainsandbowties]

nobody understands how shook i was the first time that 'THE DARK ROT WILL GROW EACH TIME YOU FAIL' appeared in senua i was literally there texting my friend at 2am like 'hey so quick question how many times am i allowed to die' and he just sent me the vaguest most unhelpful answers loved watching me suffer and freak out every time i died

[rosicheeks]

November 23rd, 2021.

[blujayonthewing]

once again thinkin about revisiting the idea of putting together a satyr ren faire outfit now that I know how to sew and make props and stuff, and while it will inevitably be nyssa inspired now that I have a specific satyr oc to draw inspiration from, it can't be a full cosplay of her specifically cause she's an herbivore and when I go to the ren faire eating a turkey leg is half the point

[the-fog-system]

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