#i can’t stop thanking you

[mango-bango-bby]

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 7K Follower Event! ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

I hit 7k (wtf that’s actually crazy, I do this just to comfort myself and write during my free time and yet 7k people follow me) so I decided to do a follower event. I’ve decided to do,,,,, fantasy prompts!! I hope you all like these and, honestly thank you all so so much. Thank you all for being here for me and thank you for supporting me and my silly little anime fanfiction lol 💞💞 You’re all so sweet and supportive of me, thank you so much. I love each and every one of you.

Anyways away from all that emotional stuff, I think you all know the drill by now. You send in the emoji next to the prompt with the character of your choosing. All these prompts can be NSFW, SFW, plantonic, anything you like!! The more detailed the request, the better for me 🥺💝

Seriously thank you all so much, I don’t deserve all the love I get on here. I hope you enjoy these prompts 💗 This event will start on January 15th!! I will start crossing out prompts as they’re requested.

Cinderella AU ➸ 🌸

Mermaid ➸ 🌿

Red Riding Hood AU ➸ 🍄

The Dragon ➸ 🌼

Snow White AU ➸ 🐇

Fairy ➸ 🌷

The Prince and the Maid ➸ 💐

Beauty and the Beast AU ➸ ☁️

Royalty and the Guard ➸ 🌺

Sleeping Beauty ➸ 🪷

The Sun and the Moon ➸ 🦢

Sea Witch ➸ 🌱

The Angel and the Demon ➸ 🏵️

[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

[coradelune]

i luv them your honor,,,

[hippolotamus]

I’m thinking about how Tommy just visibly relaxes when Buck assures him the kiss was ok. How he got all flirty and ‘came in a car today so I actually have to worry about traffic’. The whole finger guns and Call Eddie thing with his adorable nose scrunch.

So cut to the moment he closes the door and is standing in the hallway (while Buck is all smiley faced/shocked Pikachu just inside). I just imagine Tommy sagging against the wall and like letting his head fall back and his eyes close. And he’s thinking to himself *holy fuck. that’s a Thing that just happened. I just kissed that beautiful guy.* And maybe he makes this hysterical little breathy laugh about that because the whole thing could have gone massively sideways. He could have ruined things with Eddie’s Best Friend and Chris’s idol.

He takes the steps 2 at a time down to his car because he has this extra spring in his step and feels lighter than air and life is Good™️ Even shitty crosstown traffic isn’t enough to sour his mood. When he gets to Harbor, Lucy and his team tease him, asking if he got lucky before shift and he just rolls with it, ignoring them pressing for details.

Later, after a few calls and they have a little downtime, it finally really hits him. He decided to shoot his shot and he kissed Evan.

Now, Tommy is an experienced guy and this isn’t exactly new territory. But. Tommy of 10+ years ago… Tommy working under Gerrard and the macho bravado BS of the LAFD, Tommy who had to listen to all the horrible ignorant comments when DOMA was passed, Tommy who didn’t know yet what Right was supposed to feel like and didn’t get what all those RomComs were trying to sell — he’s proud of himself. Because he didn’t think this would ever happen. He didn’t think this — living open and free and loving how he wanted — was even a possibility for him. But it is. It’s his life and he gets to have it. He huffs out a wet chuckle, glad no one’s really paying attention to his epiphany.

And jfc he can’t fucking wait until Saturday.

[blackburningrose]

I’m late yeah but consider it’s been haunting me this ENTIRE TIME

Nanny AU by @notherpuppet

[circadianrhythmofthekiller]

I LOVE YOU ART SO MUCH PLIS NEVER STOP DRAWING

day 55 - microplastic

[artchixs]

in another life

love affair that is the walk home

[gojoest]

pregnancy freak satoru holding your belly in his palms while he fucks you softly in missionary …………

[hestiashand]

everywan…… look at this lovely commission i got from @tomoyoo of sasuke weaving a tapestry at his loom ♡

[ ID: a full body digital drawing of sasuke kneeling in front of a large wooden tapestry loom. he has tan skin, moles, top surgery scars and is wearing his early shippuden outfit. he his half finished weaving a tapestry of a hawk soaring through the sky. the ground below him is yellow and fades into a white background. he has a basket of yarn by his side. END ID. ]

[faarkas]

more gojo & katsuki for @okkoutsu, this time by the absolutely spectacular @mooreaux 💖

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[sleeping-at-sea]

Ever since the Wisdom Saga that is ALL i’ve been listening to, 24/7

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Calvin Rose finds a catatonic teenager roaming the streets and… well, the poor kid looks dead on his feet, and it’s raining cats and dogs, he can’t just leave him there.

And, it’s fine. He’s just passing through (can’t risk more with the Court still at large) and will be back on the road come morning. And he’ll sleep easier knowing he kept the kid from certain death.

So, really, how the hell did he end up with the very same kid riding shotgun and nagging him to turn up the radio to Phoebe Bridgers?

[sleipliir]

Open your mouth to receive Valentine’s chocolate! 😘🍫

[doctorsiren]

Country gavin anon here, i do vaguely remember what he looked like. He wore a lot of green and yellow and was very tall. Besides that i just recall him being basically a recolor of klavier’s sprites. I’m kinda wondering if the dream continued if it woulda been revealed that he was klavier in disguise. Makes sense, i mean, who names their kid Country?

yes I did spend entirely too long on this

[fancyingfinefabrics]

can i just say…the kisses in our flag means death are some of the sweetest, most tender, loving and realistic kisses i’ve seen on tv! <3

they’re like real kisses in real life—not the actorly type, face-battering, tongue-darting kissing we normally see in media—but realistic expressions of love and vulnerability. How lucky we are!

​not to say i’m opposed to theatrical kissing—see calypso’s birthday!—but there is something to be said about gentle love in such a violent setting/era…