#hopefully this is ok lmao

[edvarddichtofen]

Sun's Embrace

Primis!Richtofen x F!Reader

Warnings: None

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In the tapestry their love, she is the sun, a vibrant ball of energy. 

Her laughter is like a burst of solar flares, filing the universe with warmth and joy. When she smiles, the whole cosmos seems to shimmer with her luminous glow.

In his eyes, the world seems to fade away, leaving her as the only object in his vision, shining like a bright brilliant star. Richtofen can't help but to bask in her warmth, finding solace in her brilliance. And she, finds comfort in him, knowing that he’ll be there to light up her darkest nights.

Edward is the moon, calm and mysterious, a master of tides and emotions. Just as the moon controls the tides and flow of the ocean, he has the power to soothe and bring a sense of tranquility to her heart.

Her touch is the sun’s caress, infusing and setting his heart ablaze with passion. When they embrace, it’s like a solar eclipse, a celestial event where their love is perfectly aligned, casting a spell upon their souls.

Edward reflects her light, shining brighter with her at his side, and she finds her place in his darkness, bringing hope and illumination to his life; bringing back to life the humanity he once thought was so long dead and to never be revived.

It’s no secret that he was hesitant for her to join them officially with all the “killing and maiming”, but as she grew onto him, every time their eyes met, it slowly felt as if long-lost lovers reunited after lifetimes apart.

The wind would tease the curtains that covered the broken windows of the house they’re taking shelter in.

As Edward look at his beloved, the morning sun gifted its celestial touch upon his lover, creating a halo of warmth and radiance that seemed to frame her with ethereal light as she sat up from the rickety bed.

He believes she illuminated the cold world around them.

Richtofen gazed at her, he felt as if he were witnessing a sacred apparition, a vision sent by the heavens to remind him of the beauty that still existed. He’s witnessed the creations, rise and fall of civilizations, dimensions, yet nothing could rival her.

Her silhouette glowed with a golden hue, as if the sun had chosen to weave its golden threads through her being, transforming her into a celestial being. The sunbeams embraced her, casting a spotlight upon her, making her the focal point of the earth’s admiration.

Her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, reflecting the sun’s brilliance, and drawing him into the infinite depths of her soul.

Her smile radiated just like the morning sun that's slowly awakening, warming his heart and igniting a symphony of emotions that swept him away like a gentle breeze.

In that moment, he truly realized that she was his sun, his guiding light, and he basked in the glory of her, feeling the warmth of her love enveloping him completely. 

Time seemed to stand still, he felt like a mortal in the presence of a goddess and he vowed to love and protect her just as the sun loved and held the world, until the end of time.

[maxipad33]

in brazil we went hunting

it was hard finding time to draw while i was in korea but i finally finished this beast on the plane! max verstappen brazil 2024 you are so special to me

also feel free to use as a wallpaper!

alt versions under the cut

[kitamars]

you’ll never guess what game i started playing. Also whats up with these guys

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

"nobody wants to work anymore" but a low paying casual retail job wants you to travel to a capital city you don't live in, which is a considerable distance and time travelled from you (when you actively have a branch of this shop in your LOCAL shopping centre, 15mins down the road); for a group interview assessment centre. they then make you CONGA LINE into the said group interview with party poppers and streamers. like ma'am. I don't care how "ironic hipster millennial and 90s nostalgia" and "life of the party" this brand is supposed to be. but I ain't conga lining into this interview like a fucking clown. fuck some hiring managers and HR depts, honestly.

[w1lmuttart]

The factory tour 👀

[herefortheships]

Look who I spotted today! Lydia and Beej, side by side as they should be 😌

[ratworkss]

crimmas

[timethehobo]

Curious to see where the next KTJL ep will take us. Would love to see the dynamic of having to work tgt and if it’s anything like the occasional comic team-up.

[wabblebees]

((please rb if you vote! obv this is just silly but im curious+wanna see ppls opinions<3))

[todayisafridaynight]

journalists underestimate the magnitude of my addiction and how far i'll go for the bit

[triglycercule]

who asked for this. nobody. but unfortunately as a creator i actually have to CREATE for my au 😞😞😞😒😒😒 jk fashion au ink and swap designs ig,,,,,,

ink. ink. ink. she's totally not holding a gun to my head as i type this,,,,, because she CANT break the fourth wall ok she totally doesnt realize that she's forever gonna be stuck living life as a high schooler with no chance of ever graduating or progressing in life,,,,, BECAUSE THERE'S NO ANGST IN JK FASHION AU HAAHAHAH 😁😁😁😁 anyways she's soooo silly :3333 i'm not a connoisseur of anyone that's not the mtt (biased 🙂🙂🙂) but i wanted her to be silly but also a bit freakish,,,, ya!

what do the people think about INK???? featuring everyone in jk fashion au so far 😇😇

dream: "ink is another one of my close friends. she's been there for me when even nightmare couldn't, and i've supported her likewise. sometimes her head is in the clouds, so i send her texts to remind her of things like homework and such. maybe she forgets lunch sometimes, so swap and i give her a share of ours. and when ink wants to talk about anything she's thinking of, whether it's a painter's use of color or the reason we exist, i'm always open to listening. she's an amazing person, really."

nightmare: "ink. ah, that girl is an enigma, truly. somedays she supports me on my path to world domination, and other days she just laughs at me and says as if it were a fact that i would never achieve it! ugh... but despite my slight grievances, she's dream's friend, and i've grown fond of her. quite often, without me even requesting, she gifts me paintings. now, they may seem normal at first, but recently i've discovered a pattern with them. as if ink had peered into the mind of god and depicted it visually, the paintings assist me in handling dream appropriately. i must say, she's skilled as well..."

killer: "see now ink? she's my type of gal. we get along pretty well, hehe! we're on the same wavelength or something, i dunno. not like she can predict what i do, but i wouldn't be surprised if she could, but ink and i just click. we talk about all sorts of silly stuff; similar sense of humor, after all. ink and i can yap about different shows and movies we've watched and stuff, she gives really good insight on the more technical stuff like color psychology and framing, and she once drew me art for one of my big follower milestones on twitter! she's suuuuper cool, haha!"

dust: "okay, just... keep this between me and you, but i think ink has some sort of secret sixth sense? i dunno. nothing against her, she's a fun person. just that, uh... sometimes she just comes up to me when i least expect it and starts asking me about my progress on my writing. which is... confusing. i've only ever told killer and horror about my writing, so i don't know how she knows...?"

horror: "y'know, dust and i have a bit of a bet going on. all jokes and all, but i've got a feeling ink's pulling some sort of elaborate spying prank with how much she knows about us... dust doesn't think so. but i'm betting 20 bucks she does. like, once i was at a vending machine and the stupid thing didn't give me my goddamn candy bar, ugh. i had to stay cool. but then ink just pops out of nowhere, says its okay for me to drop the act and get mad around her, and then does some sort of vending machine trick to get the candy?? yeah, she's definitely a wizard or something. in a nice way, i guess."

NOW SWWAAAAAAPPP she's silly. i included the bit of her getting into trouble because of her good will SOLELY because swap gets bullied a lot in other aus 💀 (askerror, something new, etc,,,,,,) i also read a canon underswap doc??? SWAP IS SO SILLY!!!!! i cant really explain her personality through text i'd need to draw comics for her which uhhhh,,,,, (looks away)

THOUGHTS ON SWAP????

dream: "ah, swap! she's one of my dearest friends, i truly care for her deeply. out of sheer coincidence it seems, that she, ink, and i were chosen to be the star students of the school, but surprisingly it works out well... swap's truly a delight. she's a great motivator, and she's saved me from a few situations that would've ended up terribly had she not been there, hehe."

nightmare: "sometimes the world hates me. ah- well, what i meant was, the path of fate has me set on a predetermined path of struggle! and yet, when even i, the queen of negativity, could not stop my kin from slipping on a ridiculously placed banana peel and almost breaking her neck, swap was her knight in shining armor and caught her. needless to say, just as fate despises my bloodline, fate also has angels sent down from heaven. i do suppose swap is one of those, bless her soul."

killer: "heh, swap?? that girl's a riot! couple years ago i tried convincing her to show me some of those sick moves she learned at kickboxing, or karate, taekwondo, whatever... she broke my wrist, haha! but then i pulled a knife on her and then we both got in trouble. hah, good times, good times. no, i didn't stab her?! in fact, she's very good friends with mr. mew and the grumpen, thank you very much! a friend of my kitties is a friend of mine!"

dust: "she's nice. her type of energy is something you only see is like... a sugar-rushed ink, and killer normally. but anyways, swap's a good help around the school. she's a bit ridiculous every now and then with all her "the magnificent swap" and how she's a bit of a showoff, but whatever. aren't we all? anyways, at least the scavenger hunts she makes during school dances are fun."

horror: "swap is uh... she's something. gotta admit, she's pretty normal compared to some of the people at this school. but man... enthusiasm, much? eh, whatever. i'm not the type to complain when her burritos are to die for. we're partners in cooking class... let's just say, she carries us hard."

anyways jk cross and epic soon. sooner than you think heheheh

[kulliare]

tagged by @shrips for 9 books you'd like to read in the new year! ty for the tag-- i tag @halfagod @albatrossisland @eponine119 @tru-lyly

[mosspapi]

Stolen from the official FOB discord announcement abt new merch lmao

Video Description: a video of Andy Hurley with the song Heartbreak Feels So Good playing in the background. He modelling new merch, wearing 2 different baseball caps, a hoodie, and black pants. He tips his first hat to the camera before throwing it off screen, then doing a spin and throwing the second one off as well. He then takes the hoodie off, zooming in on him smiling, before showing off the sweatshirt he is wearing underneath it. He then tries to take the sweatshirt off but gets stuck. There is a TV glitch effect and the video cuts to him struggling to get the sweatshirt off, with the music paused and the camera person laughing. The effect is played again and cuts to him showing off his tshirt and smiling at the camera before turning around to show the back. He does this again with another shirt before showing the third one, sticking his tongue out, and raising his hands in a "rock on" symbol. End of video description.

[desperuntion]

@andessence

Pulling out his circadian rhythm and flipping it entirely on its head should have been the easy part of eating the world whole with armand. however, he lost the ability to sleep soundlessly in his teens, and exhausted or not, it has only gotten more sporadic the stretches of uninterrupted time he can be fast asleep. at least, he blames reversing his sleep schedule.

that is to say, it has barely inched past morning when daniel throws in the towel on getting any sleep. he is the type of awake that will not be soothed on its own, that demands his attention despite any amount of bodily weariness.

prone in bed, he forks his fingers through his hair, drags in a slow breath, and allows himself to be dully disappointed for a whole moment. then he gets up.  

wandering through their dormant castle is how he found the coffin.

it is the fault of armand’s own lapse in judgment— failing to accurately gauge how long daniel would sleep ( rookie mistake! ) and choosing a location daniel could potentially stumble upon.

the coffin is exactly as theatrical as he imagined it would be, dressed ornately in intricate carved patterns, twisting metals, dripping with grace and beauty and power.

not that he spends long studying the exterior— that is so unimportant.

his excitement pours over greedy hands that have only ever grasped for what makes his heart beat faster. his nerves are drowned out, sitting in the back of his mind, far too quiet to pay attention to. his curiosity, whether morbid or innocent or both, alerts him that he will never have another opportunity! armand is so quick to slam the gates shut on the inhuman stories of his life. and this one is sitting, waiting, for daniel to reach into.  

shaking hands and flailing rabbit-heartbeat are all that thwart his attempts to pry it open. he runs his long, thin fingers over the crease were the lid meets the base, presses his ear to the surface for some reason. there is, of course, only silence.  

and, slowly, he digs his fingers into the crevice and lifts the lid.

he stares at his lover, frozen in death. a marble carving. drained of all his vibrancy, his command. he doesn’t even look peaceful.

it is instinct alone that instructs he close the distance between them. he has had to figure out creative ways to comfortably fold up his lankiness, but collecting himself around armand comes as naturally as breathing. perhaps even more so. he can’t be sure his breath ever returned after the sight of armand in his coffin stole the air from his lungs.

he sinks down into the pocket of space between the wall and the freezing corpse of his lover. the silky lining is more cushioned than he’d thought it would be. he lays his left hand over the flat of armand’s chest and studies the stillness. the way the warmth of his palm ( he has always run hot ) feels as if it leaks into stony marble. it unnerves him, but at the same time, he hugs his dearest closer. he closes his eyes.

perhaps, rest will come for him after all.

[warlockduck]

I’m getting my hair dyed for the first time next week and after months of trying to decide what color I should get, I decided on black with red streaks

It is only now that I realize I’m gonna be looking like these fuckers

[xxplastic-cubexx]

dear god please let the last thing i see before i die be charles xavier absolutely killing it on the court at b-ball