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[ceruleansoleil]

5000+ followers event. Thank you so much @werewolfcafe

[marinaiguess]

for the redraw thing

either of these shots of tails from lost world cus i thibk he’s funny

he's an angy boy in a lost world

[burnhamandtilly]

LUKE SKYWALKER & LANDO CALRISSIAN STAR WARS #30 (2020) ↳ Happy Valentine's Day @canonskyrissian 💙💛

[rivusa]

that'll have to do.

(1/3) happy hex @skloomdumpster !!!!! you're incredible and sharing this fandom with you has been pretty great :)

[tmpttion]

he’s just a guy 🫠

for @wonyoz​ ♡ 

bonus: idk what's going on in this one but the caption said fascinating and i agree

[royboyfanpage]

Demisexual Roy Harper for @bitter-hibiscus !!

[hargrove-mayfields]

I just had an idea of Billy talking to all of Steve’s squishmallows while Steve was out with Robin and I wanted to share that with you (he particularly loves Steve’s octopus)

This inspired me so much I had to write a little piece for ya!! ❤️❤️

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Billy woke up alone.

It was totally planned, Steve and Robin were going to go on a shopping expedition for a vintage toy that Dustin really wanted for his birthday- he just forgot until about twenty minutes after the sun rose and disturbed his beauty sleep.

His brain works that way, always foggy and forgetting important things. Thankfully he didn’t panic, and thought rationally about why Steve wasn’t in bed. It could be any number of things, ranging from a stomach ache waking him up, to running errands for his mom. Whatever it was, something that hadn’t crossed Billy’s mind was that he would abandon him.

Maybe a few years ago that would have been his default, but he knows Steve, and he knows he loves him. They’re two parts of the same whole.

And, once Billy puzzles out why Steve is gone, he’s perfectly content to spend his morning cozied up in the middle of the bed, blankets and pillows and stuffies keeping him warm.

His favorite are the squishmallows, and of them, he especially likes Norbu, the orange octopus. He’ll never admit it to anybody but Steve, but he still likes to play with toys and things. It makes his heart feel good, and heals some part of his inner child.

This morning, Norbu was knocked to the floor. Billy notices right away, even before he’d figured out where his boyfriend was, and talked to the plushie like it was his baby.

“Oh no, poor buddy. I’m sorry.”

He’d picked them up and put them back in the pile, in the spot just against the headboard, “There. All better.”

Billy relaxes now that his best inanimate friend is rescued, stretching out and getting comfy among the squishes, most of which actually belong to his boyfriend, “Anybody got any plans today? I’m thinking of surprising Steve.”

Maybe it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it comforts him okay? He cuddles close to a hug-me husky dog, long past the point of feeling silly for basically talking to himself.

“I know I’m not a very good cook, but Steve has been working really hard to get better in the kitchen and I wanna try to do good for him. Maybe like, make one of his Bubbe’s recipes.”

Billy rolls onto his front, still talking away to the squishy pillows now in front of him, “I don’t know. That might end up being disrespectful. I could always bake him a cake?”

Maybe this morning isn’t so much for fun as it is to get all the thoughts out of his brain and into the world, where they can either weigh on his existence or not. It helps to not internalize everything and get overwhelmed by all the could-be’s.

“Steve loves my cakes, but they’re bad for his sugar. And for lunch. Gah, I just don’t know. What do you think, Malu?” He asks the soft gray dog squish, obviously not expecting any kind of response.

More than anything, he just wants there to be some evidence that he’s tried to do something good for Steve, even if he gets all anxious about his own brain and stays in bed all day.

But there doesn’t need to be a reason to just stay in bed with some comfy toys. A fact Billy is definitely still trying to come to terms with. Really though, why should he be ashamed of just living his best life at like, nine in the morning?

He verbalizes this too, for his own sake.

“I mean, I guess I don’t actually have to do anything. Steve will probably be worn out when he gets back. I could just cuddle him or something.”

This early, and with his eyes still all heavy and with bags under them, that sounds like the best thing for Billy. Yeah, he’ll take his own advice.

For now, he waits patiently, hugging their shared custody Bluey hug-me, “Sleep tight, everybody…”

[whitehartlane]

TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR: BELIEVERS NEVER DIE. It is better to fail aiming high than to succeed aiming low. And we of Spurs have set our sights very high, so high in fact that even failure will have in it an echo of glory. happy birthday, @captainson!

Florence and the Machine, 'Free' / Ajax 2-3 Tottenham, Champions League 18/19 semi-finals / Danny Rose on the comeback in the second half of that match / Ajax 2-3 Tottenham, Champions League 18/19 semi-finals / Commentary during the Ajax v Tottenham match / Kane after losing the Champions League final against Liverpool / 'Road to Hell (Reprise)', Hadestown / The Golden Boot saga: Norwich 0-5 Tottenham, 22nd May 2022 / Dier on Son winning the Golden Boot / Son on winning the Golden Boot / Son on rejecting offers from Saudi Arabia and staying at Spurs / Last day at White Hart Lane / Franz Wright, 'Night Walk' / Lads at training / Romero on Instagram / Bissouma on signing for Spurs / Ange Postecoglou answers fan questions / Romero on the rebuild / r/coys / Spurs huddle before the first match of the 23/24 season / Tottenham after losing the Champions League final / Richard Siken, 'Snow and Dirty Rain'

[renownedagent]

IF  ONE  ASKED  MARCUS;  DOES  AN  AGENT  EVER  CATCH  A  BREAK;  YOU'D  SIMPLY  GET  THE  ANSWER  OF  NO.  BUT  THERE  WAS  SOMETIMES  WHERE  HE  COULD  GET  SOME  DECENT  R&R.  he  had  taken  the  time  to  stop  off  at  a  local  bar,  his  motorcycle  parked  up  outside.  he  would  order  a  drink  at  the  bar,  noticing  @depictedmorada  sizing  him  up,  where  he  would  smirk  and  chuckle.  "  do  you  do  this  to  all  the  men  that  come  in  or  am  I  a  special  coincidence?  "

his  lips  softly  press  against  the  transparent  glass,  holding  the  golden  liquid  of  a  soft  IPA  beer.  this  was  one  of  the  rare  times  that  marcus  consumed  alcohol.  in  a  bar;  asking  for  green  tea?  that  would  be  weird.  marcus  adapted  with  the  environments  he  was  in;  he  was  a  spy  after  all.  his  brown  hues  would  look  at  her  as  he  turned  to  face  her.  "  do  you  have  a  name?  "

[mouse-drawings]

for the drawing thing, here's my lil tardigrade character, if you'd like!

(this is just a ref sheet i made for an rp)

What a lovely tardigrade! The design is simple and very cute! Here is a little something!

Being a shepherd, Roseline knows a lot about caterpillars, grubs and other larvae. So, she could tell a tardigrade from a caterpillar...

But, really, Anya can talk! She can tell you what she is! No need to call in an expert!

[effervescentdragon]

for @river-ocean because i suck <3 happy bday darlin’, yee-haw! (for everyone not a hillbilly, this is directly inspired by luke bryan and drunk on you, aka the best, happiest song ever ^^

“Charles, you know it’s pointless to do this,” Lolo says patiently. “It’s a waste of tickets, and you’re not selling them so much over here. You’ve left tickets in every town you’ve played at, and he still hasn’t shown up.” 

“Yeah,” Arthur adds from where he’s lounging on the sofa. “Yankees. They have no taste,” he says with a grin. Charles frowns.

“Shut up, Arthur, you’re being rude, and you don’t even know what Yankee means.” 

“Neither do you,” Arthur mutters, and Charles kicks him with his cowboy boot. It’s red, and over the top, and he kind of loves it. “I’m still more popular here than anyone thought I would be, and you,” he turns to Lolo, “just. Leave the tickets. He’ll show up. I know he will.”

He sees that Lorenzo doesn’t believe him. It’s written all over his face, and evident in the way he looks at Arthur. “Charles...” he trails off, but Charles shakes his head stubbornly. 

“Lolo, just. Trust me. He’ll show.” Charles pushes away from the table and reaches for his guitar. “I have to get ready for the show.” 

He turns around and leaves, because he doesn’t want to see his brothers look at him with pity in their eyes. They don’t trust him to take care of his heart, and Charles kind of understands it. He loves too easily, he always has, but this boy - man, a man really, it was - it was different. It’s going to be different this time, Charles knows it. You don’t even know his name, he thinks in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Lolo’s, but he doesn’t care. Neither Lolo nor Arthur get it. They didn’t feel what he felt that night. 

He stands behind the stage, and the chords from the pre-show act fill his ears. He closes his eyes and breathes deep, calming himself like he always does, like he did every night on this leg of his World Tour - the USA part. 

Like he did that night in Louisiana, before playing one of the best concerts he’s ever had, the crowd going wild. He had stumbled into the streets of New Orleans already drunk on the feeling of a win, searching for a buzz to fill the summer night, to expell the energy he only got when he poured his heart out in his music and got love back from the audience to fill him up. 

He found the buzz in deep blue eyes and a smirk on full, red, wet lips which devoured moans from his own. He got it from a stranger who spoke French fluently to him after he heard him ask for another beer in French, drunk on alcohol but even more drunk on summertime and heat of the night. He found it in the way the stranger held his hips and left bruises that ached deliciously all over them as he pressed him into the wall, and then into a bed in a hotel room. He found it in the scrape of the stranger’s beard against the sensitive skin of his neck, and then down down down, all the way to the insides of his things as he lost his mind when the stranger brought him to ecstasy. He found it in his grasp on the stranger’s shoulders and the way the stranger’s golden cross stuck to Charles’ sweaty skin and the way the stranger kissed him like he was the most precious and most beautiful think in this universe. He found all the buzz and the inspiration for three new songs that he’d scribbled when he woke up the next morning, his head punding and the stranger’s smell all over him and the sheets, and a note on the side of the bed that said Maybe I’ll see you at one of your concerts, cheri. ;) 

Charles had gone back and told Lolo to leave a ticket at every one of his next shows. He debuted the first song he wrote for the stranger two towns later, calling it Drunk On You and playing it unprompted, only on his guitar. It was an immediate hit with the crowd. The stranger didn’t show, but Charles didn’t despair, like his brothers so obviously did, over his foolishness and the easy way he fell in love. He couldn’t, not really, when - aside from the end of the night which ended in the best sex Charles had ever had in his life and that still made him blush weeks after - he and the stranger spent the whole night talking like they were old friends. Charles felt as if their souls spoke to each other, not their mouths, and he wasn’t a fool. He knew the stranger felt it to. The only thing Charles regretted was the way he didn’t insist for the stranger to give him his name, but that was alright, too. It added to the mystery. It will be even better when the stranger finally shows his face again. 

The technician calls him over, and Charles opens his eyes and smiles, and steps out on the stage, and sings his heart out, like he does every night. He ends the set with Drunk On You, and as he’s laughing, giving his guitar to his assistant, Lolo grabs his arm.

“Texas,” he says, and Charles frowns. “Your stranger? He’s from Texas.”

Charles turns around to where Lolo is looking, and there, leaning against the wall, is his stranger. He has a smile on his face, and a pair of very tight jeans, and his white shirt shows off his strong forearms - and Charles remembers how strong they are - and it’s unbuttoned enough for Charles to see the glinting of the cross on his chest. He is also wearing a cowboy hat, and Charles’ brain short-circuits a bit. Before he knows it, Charles crosses the space between them and finds himself a step away from the stranger.

“Hello, cher,” the strager says, and his voice is just as pure sin as it was in New Orleans, and it makes Charles’ knees weak in the same way. 

“Hello, stranger,” Charles says with a smile. “I’m glad you came.”

The stranger’s eyes flash, and he leans forward, his face inches away from Charles’ 

“Pierre,” he says, and Charles mouths the name. Pierre. It suits him. “And I’m hoping to make you come again, at least twice tonight.”

Charles can feel himself flush. If anyone else had said it, he’d probably be offended, but the stranger - Pierre, Pierre, his name is Pierre, and he’s here, he came here for Charles - he makes it endearing instead of sleazy. He smiles, and he knows it’s shaky, but he also finds his courage and steps forward, brushing their noses against each other. Pierre smells the same as he remembers, citrusy and fresh, and his lips part as Charles pushes him gently back against the wall. 

“Show me what you got, cowboy,” he says, blushing the whole time, and Pierre laughs in a way that lights up his whole face, and his arms come around Charles’ waist, and when he kisses Charles, in a small town in Texas of all places, it somehow feels like coming home.

[ceruleansoleil]

5000+ followers event. Thank you so much @oathome - honestly so nervous to make this for your blog because you're THE mb queen.

[failedcrown]

@torntruth said: tell me how it ends. / from diana.

Maeve refuses to trust people who offer their hearts instead of their fists. Show her your teeth and you'll get somewhere, maybe. But show her your affection and she'll bite into it just to spit it back in your face. The smile on her lips is one that trembles. It's a leaf in windy weather. It scatters this way and that way before just disappearing completely. She can't remember the last time she wore a sincere smile, and it's not exactly something her makeup team can paint onto her face. Diana isn't getting one from her, either.

❛ It. Doesn't. End. ❜Her words always sound like she's biting her teeth into them. Her fingers flex from the awkwardness of not holding a cigarette. She's not about to bare her soul, but there's also so many parts of her that are just too exhausted to lie. So, she doesn't lie. ❛ Endings are just for fairytales that desperate motherfuckers believe in. And I'm not desperate, Diana. I'm angry. ❜

So, so angry. At Homelander. At herself. At the fucking world.

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Black Brother Shenanigans

Regulus heard Sirius running up the stairs. He could have heard him even if he wasn't running, dude was loud as fuck.

Regulus hoped Sirius didn't come into his room to bother him which just so happened to be one of Sirius' favorite things to do in his free time.

The footsteps stopped for a moment and Regulus actually believed for a second that Sirius was just running around the house to annoy their mother.

Until the door burst open as Sirius kicked it. Regulus sighed automatically, seeing Sirius' mischievous grin.

"What do you want?" Regulus asked immediately. "Hurry up and tell me so you'll leave me alone."

"What do you even do up here all day? I know you don't have any friends." Sirius questioned while looking around the dark room. The room was covered in pages from books, pictures of his family, and drawings. Two of the walls were covered in book shelves full of books about most likely dark arts but Regulus hadn't read them all so he didn't know.

"First of all I do have friends, second of all it's none of your business what do I up here. Now, what do you want?" Regulus insisted raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah and all of them are deatheaters," Sirius muttered. He wasn't all that wrong but Regulus rolled his eyes anyway. "Anywho I didn't come up here to question your taste in friendships."

"Andromeda sent me a photo recently of me and you when we were younger, and it reminded me of your 'Special Treatment' I used to give you." Sirius grinned taking out the photo.

It was of Regulus (who had to have been about 12) laying on the floor laughing his head off while Sirius sat on top of him vibrating his hands into Reggie's belly. The photo brought back the memories of all the times Sirius would give him 'Special Treatment' which was just Sirius' excuse to wreck him till he had tears in his eyes, a goofy smile imprinted on his face.

Regulus blushes looking at the photo, his body tensing up automatically. Regulus eyed Sirius warily as Sirius slowly approached.

"It's been a while since you've received any special treatment.." Sirius grinned. " We've got some catching up to do~"

"No!" Regulus yelled, panicking. "That shit is for little kids- DO NOT TOUCH ME!!" Regulus shouted as Sirius walked closer. Regulus crawled away, backwards, just now realizing that the door was closed.

"Oh Reggieeee~" Sirius teased.

"I'll- I'll never talk to you again!!" Regulus screamed threateningly. Sirius laughed, throwing his head back. Regulus scowled but say an apportunity and took it. He bolted straight twords the door, wrenching it open and running down stairs. He heard a very indignant "hEY!" from Sirius before footsteps were right behind him.

Panic struck him like a bolt of lightning making him run up the next staircase he saw. He ran into the nearest room hoping to find a place to hide. Unfortunately he ran right into a dead end which happened to be a spare bedroom for guests.

He looked around frantically for any escape routes but found the only one blocked by Sirius. He reached into his back pocket for his wand but found it to be gone. Sirius chuckled and pulled out Regulus' wand

"Looking for this?" He held it up. "No where left to go now Reggie~"

Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach, his face burning. Sirius took one more glance at Regulus before pouncing on him, wrestling him to the ground.

Sirius was more experienced with wrestling (thanks to James) but that didn't mean Regulus didn't put up a fight. He wasn't about to lose his dignity without at least punch Sirius once in the jaw.

"Ouch! Fuck- Reggie, stay STILL!" Sirius finally managed to pin Regulus' hands under his knees. By now light giggles would slip out of Regulus every now and then.

"What's wrong Reggie? The big bad tickle monster gonna come gettcha?" Sirius questioned while walking his fingers up his brother's sides.

"St-stohop- PAHAYtroHonizing.. me-" Regulus struggled to not burst into giggles.He turned his head left and right while Sirius continued to repeatedly walked his fingers on his sides and sometimes on his belly.

Regulus watched Sirius' hand hover over his stomach, wiggling his fingers slightly. Silence stretched over them for a few moments before Sirius dug his hand into Regulus' tummy.

"Nonononono-! ACK!! NahahaHaAh," Regulus squealed finally releasing the built in laughter.

"Yup, still as ticklish as I remember," Sirius dug into Reggie's bellybutton making him arch his back.

"Let's see.. are you still ticklish here?" Sirius poked his sides making Regulus giggle and nod his head.

"You are! What about... here?" He squeezed his knees making Regulus yelp before squeals started coming out of him.

Without warning Sirius dug into his brother's armpits making Regulus downright cackle.

He threw his head back, laughter pouring out of him like water from a river. Sirius took the chance to blow a raspberry on his exposed neck.

"NOHohOHoHO!! IHI'M goHOhOhnna kihihill yOHoHou!" Regulus laughed, squirming around trying to dislodge his hands. He managed to get one out from under Sirius' knees but Sirius just grabbed it with his hand, pinning above Reggie's head.

"Hmm now let's see.. if I recall you have a special rib?" Sirius asked. Regulus shook his head frantically.

"Oh? You don't? Cause I remember it being riiiight.." he pointed one finger on Regulus' highest rib and pressed down on it in a swirling motion. "here."

Regulus' laughing increased so that he was practically screaming.

"NAHAHAHAA SIHIIHURIHIUS NOHOHOHAHA-" Regulus pulled on his trapped arm to try and cover the spot. Sirius was ruthless and kneeded into the rib continuously.

"IHIHIHI CAHAHAN'T!! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!" Regulus shouted after a minute of heaven hell.

"Alright, I'm done," Sirius said getting off of Reggie. Regulus instantly curled in on himself, giggling like a maniac.

Sirius sat next to him while he calmed down, grinning at him occasionally.

"Ihi- I hahate you.." was the first coherent thing Regulus said. Sirius laughed patting his brothers back.

"Alright, my turn," Regulus said rolling over to look at Sirius who's face flashed with panic.

"Only if you can catch me!" Sirius said running off, Regulus chasing after him.

Hope you like it it's a bit rushed

Happy Friday

[inafieldofdaisies]

💭💭 one for each deputy if you'd like, also not sure if you're still doing them 😂💕

Okay, so your snippet on Grace's surveillance of Calahan totally inspired me to do a POV from him. I so loved the tense undertones to their interaction. <3

Calahan took a deep breath as he searched for his lighter, desperately needing a smoke after another "talk" about his methods with Whitehorse. "For fuck's sake.", he muttered, cigarette hanging from his lips while the zippo was nowhere to be found, then a hand appeared and lit it for him. He took a hungry drag of nicotine before raising his eyes to the good samaritan that had helped him and the "Thank you" he had lined up died in his throat. "You're welcome.", came from the dark haired girl in front of him, the words paired with a sweet smile that chilled his bones. Something ain't right. Hartley wasn't keen on making any type of conversation with anyone with last name Seed, no matter how innocent they presented themselves to be. He knew how deceiving that family could get, how they stopped at nothing for Joseph. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, hoping it would be enough to chase Grace away, but she remained glued to the spot next to him. "Is something wrong, Deputy?" Calahan watched her from the corner of his eye for a beat, gaze trained at the building ahead when he muttered a stern "No." Where usually cold demeanor and curt words used to warn people to back off and leave him in peace in the rare moments where he didn't feel like socializing, here that approach seemed to encourage Grace to push further. To his displeasure, she leaned in closer. Just lovely. Joseph sending me a honeypot now? He wanted to laugh at the idea, but he knew the tactics the bastard used, how he tricked people into joining Eden's Gate. "Fall's End is such a lovely place, so many nice people! I do always enjoy coming here.", she continued, ignoring his silence, not taking any of his hints. He doubted if he waved a flag with "Go away", she'd comply. Two can play this game, sweetheart. He smirked, "Yeah, nice places tend to attract all kinds of folks. At least that makes the troublesome ones more easy to find. They tend to stand out against the rest." And one is right next to me now, no matter how friendly you want to appear. Grace giggled at his comment and he pushed down the urge to roll his eyes, feeling no need to give away he wasn't buying her little act. "Oh, you are so right, Deputy Hartley. Luckily we have keen eyed individuals such as yourself helping to show us the difference.", the smile that followed from her side felt rehearsed and loaded with intent, the sight sparked his anger.

He thought back to his argument with Whitehorse, how his inaction allowed the Seeds to spread their poisonous ideas around the County. Naive old man. How are we going to ever fix this? When Hartley didn't grace her (ha) with an answer, she straightened out her skirt and stepped in front of him in final attempt to lure him in, "Well then, I'll be seeing you, Deputy." She walked away with that and he finally felt like he could breathe, that he could enjoy his cigarette without a Seed's presence clouding his afternoon. He watched Grace until she disappeared out of view, at that moment he heard a familiar giggle, one that was as genuine as it could get and just as contagious. "Uncle Cal!", Savannah called out as Sabrina led her towards him and the little one held herself back from rushing over to him. Their arrival made him put out his cigarette hastily. "Well, if this isn't the person I missed the most.", he kneeled down and Savannah barreled into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck. "I made you a bracelet.", she announced proudly and backed away, pulling out something from her jacket's pocket. Savannah opened her palm, presenting him with a word bracelet while a huge grin took over her freckled face. "I love it, Tiny. Thank you." "She was so excited, she insisted we come right away, kid.", Sabrina explained as she leaned against the wall of the Spread Eagle, then she lowered her voice, "I saw you talking with Grace Seed…" Calahan shook his head, letting Savannah tie the bracelet around his wrist. "Nothing to report, Gray.", he assured Sabrina while small fingers worked gingerly on making a knot. He looked down at Savannah's creation, another reminder of what needed protecting. What Joseph should never get his claws into. The innocents he could easily fool. "I have a bad feeling about this, Cal." "You and me both."

Prompt: Send 💭 to hear my OCs most recent thought about your OC.

[auxiliarydetective]

Yooo, for the mindspace thing, I was thinking maybe a crossover for bnu and Jamie? If you have any like Pizzaplex/Glamrock/VR ideas for him that would be super cool hehe

Oooooh I had lots of ideas!

Thanks so much for sending something in! Behold! The bunny and the dog!

I imagine this takes place sometime after Security Breach? But timeline-wise, who cares at this point? Steel Wool threw the entire timeline on its head either way lol

Slightly creepy Ruin-style AR version under the cut!

Behold! (No longer) human Jamie! I took inspo from the children in the FNaF 3 for his ghostly look. Also, the x-rayed animatronic has some easter eggs! You can barely see it with the purple overlay, but a sketch of an endo is hidden inside it! Also, he has a little something in his stomach hatch! Jamie the Ghost is kinda blocking the view, but maybe you have some clue of what's in there. Tip: It's the same color as my signature on the AR suit, which might be easier to spot.

What are they talking about? Maybe something along the lines of "And I told them. I told them, 'Bonnie has to be purple! He has always been purple!' - Well, except for that one time when he was blue. Also not counting you, of course, I guess you used to be a Bonnie. - Anyways, they thought I'd been badly programmed or something."

Brought to you by Glamrock Jamie being the local tour guide and Fazbear History buff, because, well... He was there! lol

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!