#i hope you enjoy these!

[swlegends]

The dark side of the force offers unimaginable power. It is stronger than the light. Give in to your anger, your fear, and let the dark side flow through you.

requested by @soranatus

[five-star-stay]

HIII do you have minsung fic recs? 💗

Hi anon! I don't know your preferences if you want long or short stuff, angst or fluff but I'll link you some different fics I like❤️

Please read Tags and Warnings of each fic before beginning the fic<3

>use me for a feeling (or a good time)

>Heart Shaped Smile

>Thawing Out

>Definitely a Dragon

>heal with thyme

>oh, you kissed me just to kiss me

>paranoia (the fear of you)

>godlight

>Totally (not) a Bad Idea

>The Vampire Client

>Magmanimously

>love, and other infectious diseases

>break in case of emergency

>in another life

>cheers to us tonight

>(when i look at you) heaven’s on fire

>Horny on Main

>until you fall it's painless

>make lemonade

>Let Your Love Walk In

Hope you enjoy!

[lenniereadsalot]

Okay so warning again I’m extremely bad at guessing but I’m going to assume the threesome fic is Jealousy? But I’m actually very intrigued by The Newest 118 Recruit

Correct! And I shall give you both my beloved mutual since you let me ramble about my fic ideas far too much lol

Jealousy Summary: Eddie is jealous of BuckTommy, shenanigans ensue!

Snippet: Eddie stands on the balcony, frowning as he watches Buck kiss Tommy goodbye after he had dropped him off at the station. The fact that Buck likely spent the night at Tommy's house for them to be carpooling like this doesn't help his mood.

He turns around as the couple parts, not wanting to get caught being upset over them. Eddie is sure Buck would take his scowling the wrong way and he doesn't want that. Seeing him happy is something Eddie craves, he just wishes it could be with him instead.

It isn't though, so instead Eddie stuff his feelings into a box and locks it away, putting on a smile for the blonde.

(I know this snippet just looks like jealous Eddie, but trust it'll turn into BuckTommyEddie soon!)

The Newest 118 Recruit Summary: May becomes a firefighter-paramedic after the events of "May Day" Note: I'm aware that May likely wouldn't be put it the same house as Bobby, but for the sake of the story I have in my head we're ignoring that-

Snippet: May takes a deep breath as she walks through the door to the fire station. She had been here so many times, but never with a uniform bag slung over her shoulder.

It's a little hard to believe that all those months going through interviews and tests, then the fire academy, and then paramedic training as well was finally paying off. She was finally where she wanted to be and it felt so right.

She smiles and heads upstairs to find Bobby so she can fill out her paperwork and officially start her job before the alarm goes off.

Send me an ask with a title and I'll give you a snippet!

[cephalololopod]

Congrats on 20 followers!! If possible I would love a little drabble or doodle of Mensis Scholar Damian my friend Mensis Scholar Damian... he always gets relegated to the background and hes my littleguy :> uhhh for a prompt maybe just what he's thinking/doing when he takes so long to follow you into a boss room or refuses to follow you up ladders (unless you have a better idea) LMAO

also sorry i'm on anon i promise i'm a follower im just shy :<

Thank you so much!!

I wasn't too familiar with Damian past his name and appearance, so I looked him up, and goodness, he really doesn't get much love... But we will change that today! I'm not the best at art, but here is a little doodle, just for you, anon. ♡

(He's a nerd, not a hunter. Let him rest.)

Also, have a short drabble:

There had been many a hunter crashing through the gates of Byrgenwerth over the years to scavenge for the same secrets that other desperate scholars had been after, including himself. So many lost and forsaken souls, and yet this hunter was not one of them. Damian had watched this hunter sprint from the gardens of eyes, dodge around centipedes, and for all intents and purposes, blunder their way through the halls of Byrgenwerth. If he had not stepped in to offer his help with the Kin hiding in the lake, he really doubted this hunter would have survived, especially if the vice-like hug they gave him afterwards was anything to go by.

And most certainly, Damian did not expect to see the hunter again elsewhere. Yet here they were again, this time in the Upper Cathedral Ward. Trying to pick up celestial children and carry them off the cobblestone path.

(He would be lying if he said he didn't find it amusing how they kept passing out and disappearing from such a foolhardy endeavor, only to be back twenty or thirty minutes later to do the same thing.)

Eventually, however, the hunter spotted him, trotting over excitedly. To be so thrilled to see him... It was very rare indeed. The hunter was tripping over their own words in excitement to tell him about yet another large creature they found. Another Kin? Or perhaps something more... Their ignorance of it all made him smile, agreeing to their request for help despite his better judgement.

Well. What exactly did Damian have to lose at this point anyways? He could allow himself some fun.

[morganaseren]

Hi there, hope you are well? For the prompts thing, Niamh and Leliana for no.17? And Bethany and Niamh no.6?

Prompt #17 - almost kissing. but somebody walks in. “HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I’M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE-” they grab your jaw and kiss you infront of them.

AU: Where It's Just You and Me

"Leliana?" Niamh's wintry-grey eyes were wide with absolute disbelief upon opening the door of her penthouse only to see her standing on the other side. Leliana could hardly blame her. She saw then how those dark brows furrowed immediately with concern. "What in the world are you doing here? All the news outlets said you cancelled the remainder of your tour due to a sudden bout of illness! You should be recuperating! Why would you risk your health this—"

And then Niamh's words were lost as Leliana closed the distance between them. Reverently, she cupped the other woman's face between her hands, drawing a soft gasp from her as Leliana led them back further into the living space.

"If I was ill of anything, it was heartsickness," she confessed. "I've been going out of my mind for weeks because I've missed you so much." Her voice broke on the last few words, and in an attempt to seek solace, Leliana pressed her forehead against her lover's. Like a balm, the gesture caused the aching fatigue in her bones to simply melt away. "I was on the stage, yes, but my heart was here with you."

"I've missed you too," Niamh whispered in turn. "You linger in my thoughts like no other ever has, but I feared admitting so would have kept you from pursuing your dreams."

"They are not so fragile that I cannot share them with you. There will be more tours," she reassured. "Much as you showed your world to me, I wish to show you mine, and, if you'd be agreeable to such a thing, we can build upon our dreams together." This close to Niamh, Leliana could also see the way her eyes softened with such affection at her words.

"Together then," Niamh promised, pressing one of her hands over her own as she leaned into her touch.

Leliana smiled broadly at that, and she ducked her head just the barest bit, but it was enough for her to catch Niamh's eyes dilating with clear interest. Before her lips could touch hers, however—

"Niamh!" came a cheerful, bellowing voice that startled them both out of their moment as they turned in the direction of the still open doorway, listening to the voice coming from down the hall. "Your favorite sister in all Thedas has arrived, and I've come bearing my personal remedy for heartache in the form of wine, ice cream, and a plethora of snacks to clog your arteries along with any thoughts of woe!"

Saoirse's towering form appeared in the doorway then, but her arms were laden with so many bags that it was impossible for them both to see the other woman's face and vice versa. As such, Saoirse continued speaking, unaware of what she'd interrupted.

"Truthfully, I thought I'd never have a chance to do this for you." She chuckled. "You take your role as a museum director so seriously that I half-considered the building to be my in-law at this point! I suppose that would make family gatherings rather... amusing, now wouldn't it?"

And Leliana couldn't help but bite her lip upon seeing Niamh's expression of absolute suffering at her sister's humor.

"Hah! See what I did there?" Saoirse crowed, basking in her own wit. "Amusing! Because it sounds like a museum! Oh, and thanks for leaving the door open by the way! It was a pain in the arse just trying to press the buttons in the elevator, and I nearly—"

"Saoirse," Niamh finally deadpanned in response.

"Hm?" The other woman paused in her tracks then, lowering her arms enough that they could finally see her over the veritable mountain of bags she was carrying. Grey eyes—a darker pair from the ones she adored—blinked then as Saoirse took in the scene before her gaze widened in sudden realization.

"Oh. Oh! It's happening!" She nodded decisively. "Right then! Act like I'm not here! Pretend I'm a phantom of the night if you must! A feather swaying soundlessly in the breeze! A mere figment of your imagination!"

Yet, despite Saoirse's claims, there was little missing the way in which the woman loudly trampled past them to likely offload the bags in the kitchen. As she did, Niamh grasped the lapels of Leliana's leather jacket to pull her closer. Such unexpected initiative pleased her, and Leliana smiled before ducking her head again to—

"Niamh! Why is your freezer so full?! I don't have any place to put the ice cream!"

Confused, Leliana looked over Niamh's shoulder to see that Saoirse had poked her head out of the entrance to the kitchen. As for her lover, Leliana had to stifle her laughter, for she had never seen Niamh look so aggravated. The other woman sighed as she closed her eyes, likely tempering her patience with her older sister.

"Saoirse, more than half the content in there is yours from your shopping spree last week after complaining that you couldn't find anything close to those items in the Free Marches."

"Oh, right." She blinked owlishly before looking down at the tubs of ice cream in her arms.

"I'm so sorry," Niamh mouthed to Leliana then, but she merely shook her head in amusement, unbothered. Satisfied that they weren't to be interrupted again, however, Niamh released one of lapels of her jacket to slide her hand up to her neck, where she cupped the back of it, drawing her closer—

"Well, since these are gonna melt before you two lovebirds manage to peel yourselves away from one another, I'm just going to take all the ice cream to your theater room and eat them."

"Saoirse!" Niamh responded back in a rare snap as she looked over her shoulder, well and truly annoyed now.

"What?! Don't you know it's bad to refreeze melted ice cream if it's been sitting out for too long? I'm trying to be considerate!"

Before an argument could occur, Leliana caught Niamh's jaw between her fingers before pulling her in by the waist. She caught the brief look of surprise in those pale eyes before Leliana tilted her lover's chin up and pressed her lips against hers.

Oh, Maker, how she had missed the absolute taste of her... --- Prompt #6 - “do you want to dance?” they lean against the doorframe, a pause before walking towards you with a fond smile, “if you insist.”

AU: Where Love is More Than Just Your Name

They'd both met when they were merely children, and at the time, Bethany had thought Niamh was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. Then, after having grown up beside her over the course of a decade, she'd been more than convinced Niamh was now the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

But then Niamh had turned that thought on its head—in that quiet, understated way of hers—upon winning Highever's annual spear tournament.

Besides receiving an assortment of prizes and accolades, the victor would also be awarded a bouquet of roses. As a matter of tradition, the individual flowers within it could be given to people the victor recognized as having supported them throughout the tournament. How many roses were given away was up to individual discretion, but upon receiving the bouquet, Niamh had simply walked up to where Bethany had been waiting in the stands with the rest of their friends and family.

She could still remember the way her heart pounded upon seeing the captivating smile on Niamh's lips before the other woman presented her with the entire bouquet. Bethany had never blushed harder than she had that afternoon after Niamh had spoke but a single sentence:

"I gift this to the most breathtaking woman in all Highever."

As was typical with the aftermath of every tournament, the entire teyrnir had erupted into absolute merriment. Food, drink, and dance filled the streets in abundance, and such festivities would likely continue until dawn.

She and Niamh had wandered through the various stalls with their respective siblings to search through wares and taste the treats only available during the annual event. The entire time, Niamh had remained steadfast at her side, much to the envy of every man and woman, whom had tried so earnestly to win both the heart and favor of the youngest Cousland.

Bethany studiously ignored the knowing grin on her older sister's face, especially as Niamh wrapped an arm around her waist as she helped to navigate them through a thicker section of the crowd.

Night soon descended upon Highever, and with it came the Harvest Dance out in the main courtyard of Cousland Castle. Isabela had drawn her out as a partner as a means of distracting her when Niamh had momentarily left to play hostess to the visiting Teyrn Loghain and his daughter Anora. Of the latter, both she and Niamh had practically been friends upon birth, and for a time, Bethany was sure only someone of noble birth like Anora would be worthy of Niamh.

But, if anything, she had long learned that Niamh could still surprise her in the most unexpected of ways.

"Alright, Sweetness. I can see that I can't hold a candle to the attention you're so desperately trying to give dear Bright Eyes over there." Isabela said, startling Bethany out of her thoughts, especially as the other woman let go of her hands. Her sister's lover was smiling, however, apparently not the least bit offended. "Go and grab your sweetheart. I'm sure she's just as eager to spend time with you."

And with a bump of a hip against hers, Bethany found herself stumbling in the direction of Niamh, who was still talking with Anora while her father had opted to go up and greet Highever's Teyrn and Teyrna at the raised dais. Anora had spotted Bethany before Niamh did, but that was to be expected, considering the other woman's back was currently turned to her. With a smile, Anora said something to Niamh, who looked curiously over her shoulder then. There was little mistaking the smile that blossomed across her face as those grey eyes met hers. Bethany also wasn't entirely sure how Niamh could make something so simple as leaning against a wall look so... attractive, but she abruptly shook such thoughts from her head before gathering up her courage.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked hopefully.

Bethany's heart fluttered as the other woman's crossed arms fell back to her sides, especially as she saw the red fabric of her scarf displayed so prominently around Niamh's bicep. Niamh had worn it much like a trophy all day, and for a woman like Niamh, who rarely wore such accessories, anyone who saw it recognized the gesture for what it was:

Niamh's heart was now spoken for.

She swallowed nervously as Niamh casually pushed herself off the wall before walking toward her. At that moment, Bethany swore she'd never tire of the way Niamh looked at her then.

"A dance with you?" She grinned winsomely before offering her hand. "Always."

[hansoeii]

the honda odyssey, huh?

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[satturn]

star by mitski 🌠

[blabberoo]

"You have 72 hours."

Left alone in the consequences of his obsession, he let desperation get hold of his intellect and come up with a plan. For the world. For himself.

[microwavingfranky]

Where this goes, part 1.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (end)

Hrrrrmmmmm okkaaaay soooooo

this is a sketch comic i drew last year (November 2023) shortly after finishing Ennie's Lobby and starting a new full time job. I didn't really write a script for it and i finished it in 2 weeks... this is completely unedited and just how i made it a year ago (lol rip good luck)

when i tell you i have never responded to anything more passionately in my life that is the truth... idk i fell into a coma or something, it was crazy

there are some things about this that I think are quite nice, which is why I'm sharing it!!! But also please note that it also deserves a good helping of "HE WOULD NOT F***ING SAY THAT" and i understand that 😂 i hope you are able to enjoy it anyway, i said what i said

I'll go through and link all the parts appropriately and work on the alt text once they're uploaded, please be nice to me :0 Read from left to right!

UPDATE: Alt text has been added! Sorry for the bad handwriting. Also added some description for the silent parts for potential text/audio only folks

[k1tty5]

doggy <3

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[sirazaroff]

I dedicate this post to the funniest beef ever

[bluegiragi]

december morning.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[waywardstation]

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

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