#hope this is ok !!!

[jacks-muses]

Family reunion

@star-spangled-rogers

Skallagrim was a little bit nervous as they drove up. Of course a lot of his family knew who he was dating already especially his daughters and the grandkids he was closest too, but not everyone did.

He pulled up to the gate of the campground they used ever year and smiled as his daughter greeted them. "Hey dad, Cap" she says smiling and handing them a parking pass and the key to their cabin. "Elizabeth really went all out this year, you have to see the food booths" she says smiling Skallagrim laughs "I feel like Elizabeth takes her job a little to seriously sometimes, she feels like she has to out do herself every year" he says shaking his head a bit and driving down to the cabin they were staying in.

[shroudedmoon]

Fanart for Left Behind, Left for Dead by @salparadiselost bc it's honestly a great fic, and it made me realize i can actually sorta draw horses??

You'll probably see a few non dc horse posts after this lmao

[albaricomics]

It's my bday today and I thought "Wow, I've never done the meet the artist thing!" so here ya go<3

[luna-loveboop]

Linktober day eight- tunic

Bunny legend!! 'See my red tunic? recognize me?' Has to be one of my favourite lines ever.

Ignore the tiny tiny holes in the eggshell- I don't have the proper tools right now so there were almost ten of them

Also Legend's tunic is too big for him. Thank you for listening :)

@bokettochild

[norakelly]

Harry potter never grasped what he truly missed, until he had his own family.

The adorable giggles of his daughter as she tip toes across the wooden floor to jump in her parent's bed. Ginny in her towel wrapped hair, who reads Teddy’s letter from Hogwarts out loud, making Harry miss his godson more. The Loud and enthusiastic laugh of James' in the morning table as he tries to convince them to get a pet dragon. (A big fan of Charlie he was:)) Quiet and rare remarks of Al. Mostly over his favorite books, and maybe even about the Daily Prophet, (A habit he started very recently, which was not a shock to the family although he was five) where he’d read his mother’s name out loud whenever it appeared. Harry couldn’t quite yet comprehend how he, who woke up to the war being his concern, is now being awakened by tiny little hands who simply wants a breakfast. He beams proudly at them, and with a sense of gratitude for making those million thoughts that used to invade his mind fade away.

He was finally, home.

[mewguca]

stupid oc doodle dump or something i dont know

all i do lately is doodle my iterator ocs sorry

[sharkgillz]

@mothercain and the ring at thalia hall ♡

[3katanas]

@sirensofthefiveseas asked: 💋 From Vivi

Maybe it was the booze or the fact that they'd been healing partying for several days now that Crocodile was defeated, but he'd easily caught her when she'd jumped into his arms. Sweeping her up into his arms with ease, her weight like a feather compared to what he normally lifted. Only it was the way that he'd caught her that caused something to shift because he wasn't just holding her, but his hand was cupping her ass and suddenly his gaze locked with hers. And it was definitely the booze and nothing else that had him closing the distance between them, lips claiming hers in a surprisingly deep kiss given he'd been laughing only moments before.

[conallblackbar]

closed starter for @darkenedsvn

"hey," conall waved his hand, hoping to catch the attention of the northern lord. they had met for the first time in the crownlands, and now in the west, it seemed the perfect opportunity to get to know one another a little better. conall had made very few friends in the last few years, sticking to his inner circle and those he know he could trust, but they seemed to have enough in common that, just this once, it might be worth branching out. he slid a tankard of ale to the other man, before taking a deep swig of his own. "thank the gods you're here. it's been a quite old night in the west."

[elliemarchetti]

Of Grief and Guilt

A depressing entry for @marauders-rarepair-fics and @stag-microfic’s prompts 25 (respectively monster and immune) inspired by this work of art.

Plot: Sirius mourns James. Non canon compliant.

Words: 378

The deer lay limp on the blood-soaked wooden floor, the dog’s dark head on its mute, motionless chest, waiting in vain for an impossible awakening. They rested in a pool of sticky crimson, brown eyes wide open, blind to the sorrow they were now immune to, grey ones blurred with blame yet so tastelessly alive.

The hound bit his mangled lips, choked on air he couldn’t get inside its lungs. He needed to muffle his stuttering, stumbling brain, the echoes of remorse and regret spreading in his eardrums like a disease, but he was so angry his limbs were numb, so angry he could only stare at the round, shattered spectacles a couple of feet away.

“If I don’t survive, move on for the both of us,” James had told him the last time they spoke, but how could he when his absence felt like an amputated limb, when even fleeting flashes of the way he used to tuck stray locks behind his ears were mutilation? Every deconstructed image of their fingers intwined was a bullet in the leaking hole he once called heart, every memory of phantom kisses and knowing, toothy grins just an excuse for his throat to burn with the remnants of insipid grief.

At the funeral, Sirius kneeled in front of the casket, in death like he should’ve in life, and instead of proposing with a ring he gently placed a new pair of glasses on his best friend’s face. For the first time, they sat straight on his nose, a clear sign the stag was far away, his legacy alive in every place he graced with his presence but his remains ready to feed the moist, unforgiving ground. He promised himself to never look back, but guilt consumed him like a flesh-eating monster, its fruits so decadent in their ripeness they rot his soul from the core. He had wandered aimlessly, trying to escape a beloved ghost haunting the field of his vision, but in the end, when a tepid spring began to give way to a hot summer, he broke his vow, lashes heavy with the salt of dried teardrops.

“You’re avenged,” he murmured, caressing the marble headstone, but only the howl of a lone wolf responded in the murderous, moonlit night.  

[mooodyblue]

heyy i saw that requests are open and i was wondering if you could do like 70s elvis helping the reader who’s having a bad day? like they’re just sad for no reason and elvis comforts them?

if not no worries bestie

ty for the request! hope you enjoy 💕 comfort fics r always a favorite of mine.

pairing: 70s!elvis x gn!reader

wc: 1k

➸ masterlist

you were always one to keep your emotions bottled up inside. you never bothered anyone with your feelings or discussed them with your boyfriend. it was pointless especially when elvis had his own problems to deal with too. maybe you’d cry about it to yourself when nobody was around, but most of the time you’d tell yourself oh well, i’ll move on tomorrow.

but today, you just couldn't be bothered with anything. something was off and even elvis could tell. it started with you sleeping later than usual, his efforts of forcing you to get up out of bed failing. he’d grown frustrated with you, upset that he couldn't have breakfast with his own partner. it wasn't all that hard to get up out of bed, what was your problem?

then you moped around graceland all day. your answers were short, you were hesitant on eating and drinking water. you barely cracked a smile.

then it clicked in his brain—you just weren't having a good day.

elvis loved to spoil you on both good and bad days. he was always buying jewelry or clothes, even having things personally made just for you. despite countless times of you scolding him for doing so, he never stops.

he knew you needed something more than just just pretty, sparkly things today. his love for gift giving wasn't going to work on you.

the two of you lazed on the sofa while you were still distanced from elvis, awfully quiet with sad eyes. he pressed his lips to your temple, putting an arm around your shoulder. “honey,” he whispered sweetly into your ear. “you can talk t’me. whatever's on your mind, i’m all ears.”

you gave him a soft smile and a nod, your eyes focused back onto the tv in front of you.

“baby, talk to me.” he begged, “what's goin’ on? you won't talk t’me, you barely look at me. you just ain't yourself today, c'mon.”

you sighed, looking into your lap. “it’s just—” you honestly didn't have an answer. there wasn't a real way to explain why you felt so awful. “i don't know, elvis. i just feel sad.”

“sad?” he questioned, “did somethin’ happen? is it me?”

“no, no. not at all. not you, not anything. nothing happened.” you replied quickly. “sometimes i just get that way. no reason at all.”

he frowned and stood up, going to shut the tv off. “alright, baby. c'mon. i ain't gonna have that today.” he held his hand out to get you up off the sofa. before he said anything, he pulled you into a hug. “i’m sorry you’re havin’ a bad day, darlin'. you know i hate seein’ you so sad.”

elvis embraced you for a bit, the scent of his cologne and aftershave bringing you an odd sense of comfort. he made you feel safe. “you don't deserve t’feel sad at all, baby. not at all. i wish i could take away all those nasty lil’ thoughts inside that brain of yours.”

he pulled away to cup your cheeks, giving you a small smile. “‘n y'know darlin'…i am just so proud of you. you got outta bed t’day, brushed your teeth ‘n got yourself all pretty for the day. that's a big ol’ accomplishment.” his lips pressed against your forehead, gazing into your eyes for a few moments. “i’m gonna make it my goal to get a smile from ya. a real one, not just a tiny side one.”

with the snap of his fingers, an idea popped into his head. “how ‘bout a lil’ tlc? go for a walk around the garden ’n get some fresh air.”

“i don't know, el....” you looked out the window and back at him, the effort of walking around for a while just seeming like too much to bare. there wasn't much energy in your system, but you could do with a bit of sun.

“how ‘bout this then…” he took your hand, squeezing it softly. “just try steppin’ out the door. stand there ‘n take in that fresh air. how's that?”

that you could do. you agreed to step outside, just standing there with him as he had an arm around you—watching the birds fly by and listening to them chirp in the air. it was nice out, the sun was a bit too much at first but your eyes adjusted. it was nice taking in the outside air for once.

“wait right there.” elvis suddenly unattached himself from you, a confused look on your face as he walked off for a few minutes.

but to your surprise, he came back from around the house with a wide grin on his face. “now…i know i can't just magically make you not sad.” his hands were behind his back, his cheeks slightly pink. “but..maybe…” he brought his hands out, holding out dandelions that looked twice as small in his large hands. “for you, darlin’” he smiled.

your eyes widened, taking the tiny bundle of flowers in your hand.

“i-i-i can’t exactly go out ‘n get ya roses or anything like that right now s-so…these’ll have t’ do…” he was almost embarrassed, like he didn't know what to do that didn't involve buying you things. “ain't nothin’ special.”

“are you kidding?” you laughed, “you pulled them yourself. of course they're special.”

“w-well…i’m glad i could make you smile, honey.” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “and hey, i said i’d make you give me a real smile today. look at that, baby. you laughed. my favorite song.” he pecked at your lips, proudly beaming at you. “we can head inside and put ‘em in a nice lil’ jar. proud of ya for comin’ outside for a bit.”

you smiled at him again, your eyes lighting up at his sweet words with a nod. “sure, okay.”

he brought you inside, making sure the dandelions were on a sweet display on the dining table in their tiny glass jar. a sweet reminder of his love. “now, how 'bout some iddytream for my sweet lil’ baby?”

[albinoxherbalist]

Sabrina grazed in the meadow, the dew-kissed grass cool against her velvet muzzle. The moon hung low in the sky, a silver crescent that mirrored the one on her forehead. She paused, her purple eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of dawn. Her mane and tail fluttered in the gentle breeze, the ethereal shimmer of moonlit nights playing across their lengths.

The forest stood tall around her, sentinels of shadow and mystery, whispering secrets that only the nocturnal creatures understood. A hoot owl called out, its mournful melody echoing through the trees. Sabrina raised her head, ears pricking at the sound. She was not afraid, for she had roamed these woods for longer than she cared to remember.

Her hooves clicked against the crystal-studded ground as she trotted to the stream's edge. The water was clear and cold, reflecting the night sky's stars like scattered jewels. As she bent to drink, the crystals glinted, casting an eerie glow on her fur. It was a stark contrast to the soft luminescence that usually surrounded her, a reminder of the curse that had stolen her true form.

Suddenly, a rustling in the underbrush caught her attention. Her head shot up, ears swiveling to locate the source of the disturbance. A young being. They are not from this area, that much she could tell. The clothes were foreign, his scent unfamiliar to these lands. As her eyes widen and narrow, as she moves to see the source of the sound.

@fallesto

"What are you looking for?" Hunter asked as he was fiddling with the loose piece of cloth handing from the bandage on his arm. He sounded exhausted and irritated. It was fairly obvious from the tone of his voice that he was bored. His injury prevented him from moving around a lot, which is why he and Rose had to make multiple stops so he could rest as they didn't have horses. It had been a tedious journey so far and it bothered him immensely that he slowed them down that much.

His sister was rummaging through the shrubbery nearby. "I'm looking for more herbs. I'll need them to treat your wound. I'm running out of the ointme-EY!" she glared at her twin. "Stop fumbling around with your bandage! It could come off." Rose rolled her eyes before focusing back on the hunt for herbs. A noise coming from the thicket caught her attention. Not just hers. Hunter perked up, getting onto his feet. "Come here..now." he spoke quietly as he drew his sword. His sister hesitated, but knowing the risks of walking through the woods, she obeyed and carefully moved towards her brother, looking in the direction the sound came from. It was clear this was no small animal.

"Ey.." Rose frowned as Hunter pulled her behind her. "Shush! Be quiet." he hissed without taking his eyes off the rustling greenery nearby.

[muses-from-the-continent]

Starter for @starwrittenfates [Syanna]

Dettlaff froze when he saw her. How was this possible? It's been so long since he left Beauclair and she surely was the last person he ever expected to see again. Not that he ever wamted to see her again. He could feel a rage build up within him, but that wasn't the only feeling. Part of him felt strangely..glad to see her? Maybe it was relief. He didn't succeed killing her back then. "Rhen-" he stopped himself from saying it. "Syanna?"

There was a pause. The vampire stared at her for a moment, trying to process the feelings going through his head. He was clearly angry, but able to compose himself. "How..what do you want?" he asked, his voice gruff.

[luna-loveboop]

Lu Poll?? Poll time?? I will make a poll if that's ok :))

Things to keep in mind are who has pissed Dink off before, who is most vulnerable in a dungeon, and who is functioning the least

I uhh. I don't know how to make polls ':D

[neilperryismine]

neil x pink pony club <3

[kithtaehyung]

[ 3tan🍭 ] final decision enclosed after having some quality time to sit and think about it and staring at this doc. hope this is okay.

ALRIGHT FINE

LETS GET IT YALL BETTER BUCKLE UP

(Also, everybody say happy birthday to @katykatmeow !!! happy birthday babe and I hope this was a good enough present🤣🥳💕🍊)