#hiiiii so remember me

[rockingrobin69]

Horrid

“It’s horrid!” Pansy cried delightfully.

“It’s vintage,” Malfoy rolled his eyes. He wrapped the shawl over his shoulder carefully, and leaned back in his chair. “Thank you, secret admirer. This one is my favourite.”

“What! I got you an actual Prada, you git.”

The tip of Malfoy’s lip tugged upwards, and something fluttered in Harry’s chest, unbound. It shouldn’t still have such an effect on him. It did. “Yes, love, and it was very nice. Thank you.” He turned to give her a little kiss on the cheek (and Harry didn’t pout, because he wasn’t a baby, but he felt his face do something, not small and not subtle).

“Good loot this year,” Greg said with a considerate hum at the piles stuffing the back room. “Much better than last.”

“Yes, it’s almost like you’re famous now, darling,” Pansy drawled. “Have you seen the amount of people outside? Your show’s going to be wild.”

“I’ve seen,” Malfoy said. “I’ve also noticed the, ah, addition to the list.”

Everyone else in the room looked at each other then promptly dropped it. “What do you,” Greg, and “Certainly nothing,” Pansy, and “Hmm,” from Harry, who couldn’t think words fast enough. Then silence. Then:

“She wanted to come,” Harry found himself saying, and felt like a right idiot. It wasn’t his place and it wasn’t even a thing. It was just, Malfoy with that hint of a blush, the tightening in the corner of his mouth and the way his long fingers kept tapping the edge of the table. “The flowers are from her.”

Malfoy very pointedly did not look at the bouquet. Must have been quite the effort; it took over half of the room. “I,” he said, then swallowed. “Well then. Mother picked a good show to attend. I’m sure she’ll be entertained.”

Harry’s seen his show a hundred and seventeen times before. ‘Entertaining’ wasn’t even close, not in the realm of what he was, of what he created. Like magic but not flawless: thoughtful and honest and brilliant and tight. And large and bright and colourful. And compelling and funny and direct. And—

“What,” Malfoy, dryly, at the helpless thing Harry’s face was doing. “Speak.”

Pansy and Greg were looking at him too. Fuckers: they all agreed on this, and now of course he’s the one caught in Malfoy’s crossfire. In his disappointed eyes. Pleading, “You’re the most—your show is—she wants to see, so what? So she’ll see. Worst case she goes home and you still never speak to her. Best case…” left it off, no chance for him to say the right thing anyway. The depth of it, the hurt of it, and the miracle of it were all Malfoy’s to determine.

“Merlin, you absolute sap,” but without the venom Harry knew his voice still possessed. A hand, warm around his sleeve: and glitter, and Malfoy with his mascara-long lashes, and his lovely, lovely, lovely eyes, and being so close and bafflingly warm and smelling so nice, so sharp.

“Okay,” Malfoy said. “You will all pay for this, of course. But okay. I didn’t—never expected her to want to see me.”

Who wouldn’t? Harry thought. Ah, no, said, out loud. Everyone heard, including Malfoy, whose expression took on this icy disbelief quickly melting into something… worse.

“Oh.”

“Erm,” said Greg.

“I…” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks caught on fire.

“Well,” said Pansy.

Malfoy looked from her, to Greg, to Harry. His eyes were—very eyes. His face, entirely face. “All right,” he said evenly. “Too much. For just now. Harry, if you wouldn’t mind staying after the show?”

Like he has done for the past, what, three months? Every night? “Sure.”

The amusement-confusion-nausea must have been evident in his voice, for Malfoy rolled his eyes, and at that moment there was nothing dearer than him in the whole universe. “Right.” Toying with the shawl, the one Harry agonised for ages over purchasing. “Right. You’re all arseholes and get out of my dressing room, etcetera.” When they shuffled to leave: “Wait—Harry.”

Gulping, he stayed.

“I,” Malfoy said, “don’t normally appreciate people butting in.”

Gulped louder. “Sorry. I know it’s… shitty. Sorry.”

“You will be,” dead serious. “Also, thank you. For the gift.”

“You’re welcome?” Was it very obvious, how badly he wanted to give him everything? Malfoy, being Malfoy, laughed.

“All right, tosser, off you go now. Pansy wants to get you drunk, by the way. She thinks it’s funnier when you’re drunk. Did you know you speak rather a lot? When inebriated. Anyway, she thinks it might be necessary, but I have other plans, so better keep sharp, hmm? Will you be a good boy for me?”

Throat dried up so quickly he stumbled, “Y-yeah. Yeah? Yes. Yeah.”

He was so beautiful in his eyelashes and glitter and the shawl. And the kohl and the nose and the look in his eyes which were so very eyes and so very his.

It truly was staggering, how gone Harry was. How terribly he liked it. “See you after,” he said, his voice strangely soft, and bent to place a brave kiss at Malfoy’s cheek. Then ran away, to the traitors Pansy and Greg who were waiting at the bar, ready to squeal and punch his arm and give awful advice he would never take.

Horrid and bright and not flawless. And magic.  

For anon, from ages ago.

[spaciebabie]

big uuuuh dewlap springtrap be like

wait in fact ill doodle this

[sweats] ahhaha!! yes sir !!!

[resolutepath]

"What if they kissed?" (he xuan for shi qingxuan. for reasons-)

The festivities that surround them create a warm atmosphere, a cheeriness thrumming through the crowds of which they are the centre. It is one of the few occasions that they do not wear their female guise for such events, perhaps owing to the presence of Shi Wudu and the desire to enjoy the night rather than nurse a tumour-induced headache. Given his choice of company it seems like a better option.

Instead their arm lazily drapes through the crook of Ming Yi's elbow, fingers delicately curled into the fabric, as the other lifts the glass of that which gives him his legendary name, a few precious drops escaping and narrowly avoiding staining fabric as he continues on with a story of escapades. Now and then they turn towards their ebony-swathed companion and smiles, or tip their head in a gesture that questions without words as to their wellbeing.

There's no telling how many hours pass between conversations and glasses of wine. It is an endlessly revelry it seems, filled with good friends and conversations, even entertainment as a disagreement between Mu Qing and Feng Xin escalate into an all out brawl. It is loud and boisterous enough to facilitate a quick escape, hand sinking to curl fingers around Ming Yi's, tugging gently in guidance, only pausing to secure them another jug of wine.

Beyond there is a tranquility in the air, a silence that fills the Heavens and their pace slows, at least until they find a quiet corner to linger in, where the noise of those who have ascended and the prying eyes of their brother and his friends no longer linger. Now there is just them and a bench and the jug of wine, and they sit.

"Come, come join me! I know all that noise bothers you more than you let on." A smile as bright as their disposition follows, patting the seat, waiting until the other is settled next to them. There is no space between them, Qingxuan curls into Yi's side, encroaching on the space as though it is their own. For a time there is nothing but silence, a reprieve of sorts for their companion, and one that they do not mind indulging. The breeze whistles between them, the sounds of the palace festivities echo softly in the air. It is a beautiful night.

A turn of the head upwards brings their gaze level with the other, the depths of that stern gaze entrancing, fascinatingly endless and drawing in a way no other ever has. A delicate hand lifts and rests upon a cheek, fingertips dancing over skin with a whisper of a touch before settling to cradle the skin reverantly. There is nothing more that follows for a moment, just that held gaze and gentle touch as they wonder what the other is thinking beyond that stormy expression, wonder what occupies his mind in such depths even they cannot reach him.

Then slowly, they lean up, brushing lips against his in a tentative gesture, as fleeting as a summer's breeze, testing waters as it were to see whether it shook foundations. When rejection does not come, but rather they feel the tightening of a hand about their waist anda returned pressure, they grow emboldened, letting that gentle touch slide back to cradle the nape and lids flutter over their eyes, content to while away the hours just like this.

One becomes another, and another, the trade of gentle affections to while away the hours, nothing hurried, just two souls finding peace in a sanctuary of their own.

Eventually the night gives way to morning, dawn breaking through and offering a warmth that coaxes the attention of the youngest Shi brother. Awoken with the delicate stain of tracks upon their cheeks, their fingers cradling the pillow at their side, they stifle a sob and bury their face against it as though keeping that dream alive might ease the ache of knowing that Ming Yi - no He Xuan - had simple been a farce, an executed vengeance that was deserved. They only wished that the emotions they felt had been severed too.

what if they kissed? // @daybreakrising

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hello!! i just want to tell you that your art is so goddamn scrumptious, you are literally feeding my xmen brainrot and I find myself smiling when i see your art come across my feed. I love how you draw charles, pretty privilege and post (lets be fr he's serving every time)

i hope you always have fantastic brainrot and id kiss your blessed hands for giving us the gift of cherik and charles xavier, you are literally an icon

hope you have a great day ahead of you and more!! you deserve it !!

well i'ma absolutely have a wonderful mornin after readin this AWWWW thank you so so much !!!! i haven't been postin xmen long, so it's been really heartwarmin seein the warm reception to my work in the wonderful tags people have been leavin on my posts- and especially gettin to answer the lovely asks y'all've been sendin in (❁´ ▽ `❁) !! im glad people also like my goofy text posts and esp quotes from my brother he really has no right being so funny at the most random times

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[ghostforwhat]

when you’re off of work would you please elaborate on your hannibal service top agenda,,, please my family is starving

i don’t want anyone to starve so obviously I will extrapolate on the service top aspect of Hannibal Lecter o7!! I am going to get so carried away and I apologize in advance.

Alright going to start this off by saying I do think they’re vers but only in regards to each other, I think for canon relationships, Will has a tendency to allow himself to be directed while Hannibal loves to orchestrate. With each other, though, it grows increasingly and alluringly complicated. Arguments could be made and subsequently thrown out depending on what part of the show you’re watching and post fall is an entire free-for-all because you can’t tell me two grown men survive murder-suicide via cliff and then settle into the puritanical rigidity of who tops and who bottoms.

Okay that being said, honestly i could make the case that both of them lean more toward making sure whoever they’re with is getting the most out of the encounter (maybe for different reasons; the popular trope of Will’s empathy causing a sort of blissful feedback loop and in Hannibal’s case, it stands to reason the politeness overlaps with a challenging sort of hedonism, he’s in control and playful about it) but I think that specifically for Hannibal, Will’s reactions are what he’s constantly seeking and then hoarding. Like. Will responding to stimuli that Hannibal presents is basically the premise of the show and Hannibal very clearly gets off on that, maybe not anywhere explicitly but we see shots of his pupils dilating, his gaze always caught on Will, licking his lips, all in response to Will reacting to him. It’s very rare he’s outright hungry at the beginning of a conversation or interaction, he seems to maintain a sense of aloofness until Will snarks or baits or replies or even defers and then, it’s as though he’s desperate to see more. I'm not getting into the whole them eating meals together because I'll devolve very quickly but like. just keep in mind the way Hannibal watches Will eat, as though he savors Will instead of the meal he cooked. Right. Okay. He gets caught up in Will’s responses very quickly, enraptured and almost stupid about it and trying to immediately trigger more which!! Goes hand and hand with him doing very uh lets say unique acts of service (the malewife jokes are only half jokes); the breakfasts & dinners, the driving, the caretaking. Yes all that’s manipulative but to Hannibal, that doesn’t negate that it’s still getting him the responses he wants and that’s also maybe why he’s so quick to say they’re friends because he’s viewing it as a form of relationship building and quite frankly, that is the only way that man knows how to build relationships; he sets himself up as a crutch and then breaks your leg and unfortunately at that point, for Will, for Jack, for Abigail, for Bedelia, for Chiyoh, you are too grateful to be standing that you forget he’s the reason you can’t do it on your own. The others I mentioned learn either very quickly or very (in painful irony) rudely that he is only a crutch as long as he enjoys it, as long as he can benefit from holding you aloft.

However. In Will’s case, he tries to remove himself and finds that it’s him who can’t stand and he’s immediately resentful and desperate to take back that ability, leaving another gift, another act of service, for Will to prove that he can still provide it and detrimentally putting himself on the map for Jack and Mason in the process. He’s so eager to have Will’s response, he waits at his own fucking crime scene. Will gives him what he wants and he’s too overwhelmed to respond with any sort of power or immediate selfishness, he runs again. And then. Muskrat Farms and his surrender. I feel like I don’t even need to explain why that backs up my case here, that man is so so ready to rescue and then surrender all because Will’s involved; two things he’s never done in his entire life, they essentially reduce him to this almost pathetic thing and it doesn’t give him pause at all because again, they’re acts of service whether Will wants them at that point or not. Like Bedelia said it best, he’s obsessed, he wants every reaction, every word, every sigh and curse, he’s very single-minded about getting them and he doesn’t care who he has to hurt, himself or others, to get them. Now, combine all that and the cliff scene and tell me that man doesn’t spend every second they’re in a bed together completely and utterly focused on Will and Will alone.

[bishonenspit]

god does anyone remember when colleens manga recs saw like something vaguely resembling hypothetical critique of their shoujo history video on here and then had like a micro freakout on twitter about it and started talking about shoujo elitists or something

[moonnlsbn]

Someone needs to make me take my knot toy. I need to be pinned or restrained. Stuffed full and messy with lube. Slowly worked up from two fingers, to my smallest toy (6in dildo, semisoft), then to the second biggest (8in, firm and ridged) and then to the knotted toy 😵‍💫 which is huge and I don't even know the measurements of anymore........ Whooof..... And edged as much as possible, even though that's not the main goal~ it doesn't really matter how many times I cum. If I get too overstimulated before I've been knotted and bullied with it shoved in my cunt? Well that's my fault isn't it? It's not like you're trying to make me cum, I'm just a whore who gets off on getting used rough 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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MEN DO NOT INTERACT. Nonsapphics dni. 18+

[himejoshiba]

the struggle of wanting a super masc fat bulldyke type woman but them also kind of reminding you of your parents’ butch friends you knew growing up who smelled like cigarettes and would buy you hot chocolate

[hsslilly-blog]

okay so now i'm thinking. wild flowers should be a period piece. i'm not pleased with the title and i'm probably changing it to something else but it's fine for now. but it should be a period piece just not sure what time period it should take place in

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

It seems that Agent Phoenix's week has been going from bad to worse... Apparently, narrowly escaping a demolished building with their life wasn't bad enough. Fate's got something else planned for the operative... Something mind-meltingly sinister. (AKA: You guys remember when the running theory for IEYTD3 was that Phoenix was gonna go to the dark side? Because I remember. I remember every day.)

[kazumasougi]

HI MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS!!!!

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[geroya]

also. like. OBVIOUSLY but. not!zoe 🤝 zoe & the desire to be wanted, needed, to put a little sign on something that says 'zoe/not!zoe's been here' DO u get what im saying.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

have made the decision to skip straight to stranded which was probably the right choice because TANIA BELL

[solpng]

my time management skills are nowhere near good enough to be juggling as many things as i have been