#hope u like dis

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[crimsontroupe]

pretend im on @tomepact but 🌹 for the Bug Boys (inspector and adonia heh)

(send me a 🌹 (because I realized the emote only appeared on mobile and i am tormented by demons every day) for a headcanon about our characters!), 🐛🦋 edition / @tomepact

One of the tiny ideas I have for them - or rather, something that floats around in my head - is how they would communicate, planes apart. If the Inspector ever accepts a gift from Adonia, they will find out that he did just so. Inconspicuous flowers twinned together form a link between one Home and Another. As much as they have reservations about true intentions, it is correct that they uphold a vow to assist each other in dire times. A promise between brothers who are not brothers, companions bound by the eternity that the First World/the Feywild promises them.

It is the very clear distinction of 'I will not fight your wars for you', but with the reminder of 'I will not let you face the end alone'.

[lotus-pear]

ace detective more like ace DEFECTIVE

[kimmkitsuragi]

oh my fucking god i don't have any clothesssss

[astronnova]

doodles (as i avoid work) of the super awesome you wouldn't like me alive fic by @ectoplasmranch which i binge read in a 7 hour sitting yesterday

[shroomerr]

Finally, my design for Mysterion!! this boy gave me so much heartache in the process of making this but its ok its all worth it for him <3

I also couldn't choose between the version with hair or without hair, so here's the one without under the cut (+ my initial drafts for his design):

[annqer]

Penacony welcomes you!! Only now for the low low price of your soul, you too can spend your life in the land of dreams!!

[keii]

Drew a nalu sketch bc for some reason my old ass art of them is making its rounds again on here lol

[doostyaudi]

Twisted berry boy redesign

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[hungharrington]

okay steve definitely wouldn’t care about body hair, but i just know that man goes feral over your freshly shaved, smoooooth legs

i took this to make him a sillay boyfriend 🫶 sorry if u wanted HAWTNESS this is just silly LUV…. forgive me

The sheets feel cool against your bare legs.

You can feel the scratch of your hair tucked against your neck but you’re too content, all but sinking into the mattress, to be bothered to move it. Your legs are tucked up, your arms splayed wide across the bed. You’ve just done the hard job of an everything-shower and lying down is your well-earned reward.

Across the room, Steve pulls the curtains to cover the window. Shadow falls across the room, banished after a moment when Steve pads to the bed, turning on the lamp. Amber coats the ceiling.

It’s balmy tonight. You feel warm without even being under the covers. Dozing off sounds like a pretty amazing idea right now.

“Not falling asleep with me, are ya?”

You smile at the sound of Steve’s voice, lifting your heavy eyelids to gaze at him.

He looks scruffy the same way he always does at the end of the day. His hair has lost some of its magnificent volume and he’s wearing a ratty old t-shirt from high school. You can see the beginnings of his five o’clock shadow on his jawline. He’s gorgeous.

And you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. The thought makes you smile wider.

“Mm,” you hum, definitely giving away your sleepiness. “Nope.”

A warm hand touches your knee, Steve’s hand reaching out and rubbing it tenderly. He tsks playfully. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby.”

You huff a quiet laugh and let your eyes fall back closed. Steve’s touch has always had a magnetic property, drawn to you whenever he’s near. It has a similar effect on your heart, which always feels like it’s surging forward in your chest to reach him.

The touch shifts, skimming down your shinbone. You expect him to maybe begin a half-hearted massage on your calves— he’s prone to giving them to you— but then, unexpectedly there’s another touch added to your legs.

You lift your head, peering down at him with squinted eyes. He’s crouched down beside the bed and he’s rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin of your legs.

When he knows he’s been spotted, he only grins, shifting his cheek again. “You’re so… smooooth.”

There’s definitely awe in his voice. You laugh, a real laugh this time, and shake your head. You should really stop being surprised when Steve’s a dork — he’s proven to be one time and time again. If you didn’t know different, you might assume this was his first ever relationship.

“Mhmm,” You hum. “That’s part of the appeal, handsome.”

Something glitters in Steve’s eyes at your pet name for him and his grin melts into something softer. His hand on your shin moves again, stroking softly up your calf. His face shows his bewilderment at your supremely smooth skin— and then betrays the look of mischief that crosses his face.

Your brows furrow instinctively. “Steve—” You warn.

He does it anyway, turning and licking one big stroke up your knee. You squeal, surprised at the sensation, and jerk your leg away from him.

“Steve!”

“What!” He mimics your tone, finally getting up onto the bed and crawling up to meet you. He’s smirking, looking terribly proud of himself. He plops himself down, half of his weight pressing into your shoulder as he nuzzles himself into your neck.

“S’just wanna a little taste, that a crime?”

His breath is hot and almost tickles against your neck. It’s impossible not to dissolve into quiet giggles, leaning into him. He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling the two of you closer.

“You’re a dork.”

You can feel the little puff of air he lets out in a laugh as well as the smile that spreads on his mouth. He pokes his tongue out, a minuscule touch against your neck that has you shrieking again— except this time, Steve’s holding you too tight to squirm away.

“Mmhm,” He says. “Your dork.”

You grin, turning to nose against his temple and make a noise of agreement. “Absolutely.”

[casualavocados]

my parents are drug addicts and his parents died early so we joined a gang and the person who raised us chose this day as our birthday and we made a deal that if we weren't dead around this time of year every year that we'd celebrate not being dead together but for the past three years now hes forgotten that deal bc he has a crush on our boss (who raised us) but im in love with him so its kinda breaking my heart lol

[bistaxx]

Hey guys remember when um-

[skullsandcorals]

Very Late Halloween Post 🎃🖤🕸️ I hope y'all had a good Halloween 🥰🖤

The Queen 👑 & The (Ghost) King 👻

The Lost Prince 💜 & The Thief 💚

doomed yaoi 🍌🐟

[cute-sweet-corgo]

I'm not gonna lie, ppl talking about yautja courting stuff got me thinking about neurodivergent pebbling and oh how sweet it is :]

Like,,, man

You nervously played with your hair strands looking at yet another gift left for you by your mysterious bone collector. It was a deer skull with antlers yet intact. Sure a normal person would be scared for their life, disgusted even, but you couldn't really keep your excitement at bay whenever yet another bone showed up.

The full skull of a fox, a vertebrate and claws of what you come to find out were from a bear, at some point you could make your own bone lego creature.

You've spent hours admiring them, days even, when did this even start happening?

You inhaled deeply while holding the skull and gently tracing over the jawbone. Gods, you would have never been able to get these if not for your «secret santa».

"I gotta do something in return..."

You looked around the setting darkness of the evening, with snowstorm slowly starting to pick up the icy assault on your face.

"...oh boy"

Great thinking love going outside in just your comfy wear with no regard for your health. To cut you some slack, how could you not just burst out of the comfort of your home to snatch the gift before something else stole it from your doorstep?

Closing the door with a small sneeze shaking off some of the snow that was able to get on you. Now was the time to think of, one, where to put this new gift, and two, how could you ever top said gift.

Possibilities were endless, well, as far as your wallet could stretch, which wasn't far. You wouldn't even be able to buy anything for them if you could, you didn't meet them even once to know their interests, likes etc. But oh how you wanted to return the sweet gesture.

You looked over some of your bug taxidermy and a pile of rocks neatly arranged on your shelf, maybe you could think of something.

Oh!

Maybe something made by hand? Their cleaning work on bones is quite impressive, maybe something that would take time and focus would be an interesting gift for them.

Sitting down on a rocking chair and placing the deer skull on your lap, you gently rocked and tapped on top of the skull. Sound of tapping mixing with the winds of storm outside you let your eyes slip close for but a second.

~°•`

Goods your poor spinee. At this point you are really going to turn into crustacean if you won't, stop, falling, asleep, on the damn rocking chair!!

You ruffled your hair that now was a mess. You should shower now, 'but I could do it also in like an hour, it's only like..9:56', NOW.

Picking up the skull from your lap, which somehow didn't fall off of your sleeping beauty, you placed it on the top shelf of the cabinet with bug taxidermy. Should be a good place for now.

After a long and restless fight for your life with basic hygiene, you darted to the kitchen and made yourself a toast and coffee. Which were vacuumed at the light speed, no company no need to slow down for others comfort.

Sitting at the table with your elbows on it you ran your hands through your hair and looked at the rocks on the shelf. Something detailed, something impressive but not too cocky.

Maybe you could carve something into one of the rocks you had collected.

That was as good of an idea as any.

With the quest in mind and fueled by one slice of toast and coffee, you started planning the carving.

First rock, immediate failure. You were about to start to carve when the rock cracked.

"Man this... Okay, okay calm down"

Rubbing your eyes, you picked up your headphones and phone and scrolled YouTube in search for some long video essay to keep your mind from racing and clear your head.

" «President going fishing with the aliens, and what were you doing on this Friday night?» , oh no not this again"

You press play on the video, and just as you thought, person goes on a rant about another attempt by the government to redirect everyone's attention from the big issues to some eebe-geebe about aliens being real. Of course they are fucking real, one would be a fool to think humans were all alone in the world, but using that as a distraction? Ugh.

At least your carving was getting better. You didn't really think of what exactly to carve, so when the lines started forming a fox silhouette you locked in on it, hard. The video became just a background noise.

It took a couple of days to finish it. But you were so proud of the results! Look at you all handy. You even made it into a pendant. Your little fox pendant. Well yours not for long.

A new present had been left on your doorstep, evening again, no snowstorm thankfully. This time you got a jacket on, horaay self preservation.

This time the skull was of a bird, 'oh my gods is that owl-' , it was owl. You squatted and gingerly picked up the skull and looked around. Would have been nice to catch at least a glimpse of this mysterious person, but alas all you got was rustling of trees and creaking of the wood boards.

You pulled the pendant out of your pocket and put it exactly where the gifts were left time and time again. Drew a circle around it in snow and a smiley face facing away from the house.

Chewing your lip you stood up and gave last glance to the emptiness and walked back home with your new pretty prize for seemingly nothing.

As the door clicked close a soft clicking sounded from under the stairs of the raised porch.

The pendant was gone in the morning.

`‚’‘„*★

With the pendant now hanging on their chest a deep exhale sounded in the empty cockpit of the ship. Until disturbance smelled in the humid air.

"Jaws when are we leaving?"

Their head snapped to the voice. K'seili, a young mixed blood was standing in the doorway with her hands crossed over her chest.

"When I say so, young blood."

Jaws, grabbing the pendant in one hand, tinkered with the panels. It wasn't enough to be watching young bloods, noo they had to be put on the observation of the mix. They had to be retired already not babysitting fresh sprouts.

"You've been saying the same thing for a week now, with all due respect, didn't you say kv’var here is over?"

She pushed off the doorway and carefully came closer to the old hunter.

"K'seili watch it."

"I have seen it you know?"

"And you will tell no one of it"

She clicked and rolled her amber eyes.

"I don't think the elder would be too angry with your preferences, given..."

K'seili gestured to herself with the most exasperated look a half yautja face could allow.

"...you know, your brother getting away with me existing."

Jaws looked at her over their shoulder and squinted.

"So when are you revealing to them, m?"

"Business none of yours K'se, off you go."

They shooed at youngling and looked back at the panels.

"I think you should just show up to be honest, did you see their search history? It's all-"

"Off K'se."

The snap and forceful click of the jaws seemed to do the trick, as the K'seili choked on air in the middle of sentence and after regaining composure, waddled away with knitted brows and tense shoulders.

The youngster was right though, their hunting pass on Earth was ending soon and Jaws' affection for the little soft meat wasn't going away anytime soon.

"What do I do with you.."

[vigilskeep]

there’s this one tidbit they keep throwing around in the proving where they keep saying that trian used to call piotin “the horns of my army”. but in that proving he’s fighting for bhelen out of house loyalty still. can’t even imagine what’s going on in the background of all that