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[paradisecas]

i'm only a few minutes late and technically its still the 22nd in some timezones so suck it. happy midam 2 year wedding anniversary i thought for sure i'd get this finished in time but rude awakenings galore so take a small part of midam proposal ft girlverse <3 the lore is increasingly intricate

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The buzz of Kitty’s toothbrush cuts out and leaves behind—not a silence. Their house is never silent, not with three kids and a cat and a bubbling fish tank, but there’s a sense of contentment that falls over the white noise. It’s a feeling Adam’s familiar with now. The realization always guts him, just a little bit, comparing it to the everything of the cage. He was used to that, too.

But it’s quiet now, until he catches snippets of the bedtime story Michael’s telling Liv, until Kitty and Bunny start arguing about which nightlight to use tonight—the princess one Kitty likes, or the special one that casts constellations onto the ceiling that Bunny likes—until the cat skids around a corner, until a fish thrashes suddenly in the fish tank with a splash that always makes Kevin think it’s escaped.

And it’s like—Adam knows that this is forever. That he and Michael fought to have this life together, that they’re not giving it up anytime soon. But still. There’s something delicate about it tonight.

He pokes his head in Kitty and Bunny’s room. Bunny won the nightlight argument, and he catches her flouncing from the wall to her bed in her little nightgown that’s been shedding sequins for weeks but she refuses to replace.

“Stars tonight?” he whispers.

“Duh,” Bunny answers, gathering a half dozen stuffed animals into her arms.

“Princess tomorrow,” Kitty mumbles, half asleep in her own bed. “I brushed my teeth.”

Adam raps a knuckle to the doorframe gently. “I know,” he says, biting back a smile. “Do you want a story?”

“Dad said he’d tell us about the stars,” Bunny says. “You can read tomorrow.”

“Oh, may I?” Adam teases. “I know you like his stories better.”

“I like Uncle Gabe’s stories best,” Bunny says. “He’s real good at talking.”

Because Adam is a grown man, he doesn’t say unlike you to his six year old daughter. Time and place for sick burns, or something like that. Instead, he raps on the doorframe one more time and says, “Goodnight, then. I love you both.”

He gets a chorus of I love you goodnight back and it will never fail to get him just a little choked up. Knowing they love him like he loves Kate, knowing Michael loves him—

It sits with him, as he gets ready for bed. Pajamas, toothpaste, acne cream because somehow having a handy archangel doesn’t do anything against adult acne which is really just rude. He listens to Michael tell Kitty and Bunny his story about stars, and is still in the bathroom when he wanders in, shrugging on a pajama shirt.

“Bunny needs a new nightgown. I think there are sequins in my hair,” Michael says, but Adam’s eyes and attention are glued to the way he buttons his shirt, nimble fingers working up his chest because he always starts from the bottom like a weirdo, but that’s not what Adam’s thinking about.

Suddenly, all he can see is Michael in a pressed white shirt, maybe black if he wants to be sleek, or another color if he wants to be fun, the details aren’t important except for the fact that the shirt is nice and meant to be worn under a suit jacket. He’s watching Michael button it from the bottom up and reach his throat, where he’ll loop a tie around his neck and do some ridiculously complex knot just to show off.

He’s watching Bunny flounce around in a different dress, dropping petals instead of sequins. He’s watching Gabriel stand in front of a crowd and show off his good talking skills while giving what will probably be a really weird speech.

But he blinks, and Michael’s standing behind him in the bathroom, head tilted just so as he meets Adam’s eyes through the mirror. His left hand stretches around the last button and his ring finger is so empty and all of a sudden, Adam wants.

“We’ll go to Target tomorrow,” Adam says, and doesn’t realize he’s spoken until the words echo just this side of too loud between light blue tile. “For a nightgown, I mean.”

Michael nods. “Okay.” He extends a hand, and Adam spins to take it. “Bed?”

As they climb into bed, Adam listens to the cat, the fishtank, the fuzz of Liv’s baby monitor, Kitty snoring like an eighty year old man. And he can’t shake the thought.

Michael, of course, knows something’s up, but he waits until they’re settled, curled up so they’re nose to nose, before he whispers, “What’s on your mind?” into the inch of space between them. Adam can taste his toothpaste, bubblegum instead of mint because he doesn’t like the cold, and the ferocity of his want shouldn’t be so surprising. It is anyway.

“Maybe we should,” he whispers back. “Get married, I mean.”

The faint line of moonlight creeping through the crack in their curtains illuminates the smile that quirks on Michael’s lips. “Are you proposing?” he asks, and sounds amused.

“Maybe.”

Michael hums. “I hear that proposals are supposed to be romantic.”

“What, is this not romantic enough for you?” Adam flicks at an old baby puke stain on the frayed collar of Michael’s shirt. Michael retaliates by poking a cold finger through the hole in the shoulder of Adam’s shirt, made by an unfortunate arts & crafts incident.

“I have standards,” he says.

Adam can’t help it—he laughs. It’s a ridiculous, giddy sort of joy that bubbles up inside, too bright for the softness of the night. “Ouch,” he says, and knows he’s grinning. “Okay, feedback duly noted. I’ll try for romance.”

“You better,” Michael says. Under the covers, their hands find each other and hold on tight.

As much as he complains about having to sleep while holding the girls’ grace, Michael drifts off easily. Adam watches moonlight dance across his face, listens to his breathing, pulls their hands to his chest. He gets this forever. It’s been years and years since they escaped the cage, years since they’ve had something breathing down their backs, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the relief of getting him like this. Getting their life, as it is now, as it will be forever.

Adam falls asleep and dreams of the morning.

[elviradreaminess]

karlach my precious heart 🥺🤲🏼❤️‍🔥

[icelogged]

[disaster-magician]

Imagine this takes place at the end of step 2 so they're close enough to joke around with each other lol

(Fake screenshots! These are fan made based on incorrect quotes and not in the game)

[meansevika]

❝ You gonna do anything about that piece of shit that murdered my boy? ❞

ARCANE (2021—2024)

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[cyrantelnovapaleorayeeso]

also idk if that question was about the blood curse in general

so in the event someone who hasnt played love nikki needs to know

basically

enlightened dude tried to bring peace to the land and had this golden period of time where everything was prooty good

but he got assassinated uh oh!

so the blood curse is like u cannot do physical harm towards each other or u will be in mega pain and stuff :(

it did kinda stop wars and chaos....but ppl still didnt like the curse

this is also why everyone fights with clothing but u can still use weapons to take someone out permanently but u will be in pain oof ouchies not as much as the dead person tho (COUGHS)

bc shining nikki takes place in year 0 there is no blood curse and BOY do they take advantage of that

guns get pulled on people from the start, someone kills his father, and so on (also lots of ppl getting possessed)

there is styling power and designers reflection and stuff but this post is about the blood curse (also whim is new to infinity nikki)

that should be the basics but anyone else can jump in and add more

[unpersoniverse]

Skén:nen sá:sewh

as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc

translation: Get home safe

[thefrsers]

requested by Anon: Bathena kisses in 7.03

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[friendlycursedspaceotter]

she’s an artist. she’s got DID and it’s not villainized. her armor is a bunch of tiny freaks in a trench coat. she’s good friends with one sword and traumatized another as a child but they are rebuilding that relationship. she infiltrated the mafia. her husband supports trans rights and I think she does too but this hasn’t been confirmed and probably won’t be for at least 3-5 years in our timeline. probably more. she needs therapy but was probably one of the reasons it was invented. she’s also ginger. I’m not saying who it is but you know who it is.

[bunnithechubs]

mr. & mrs. silas everyone !

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

ppl who are like "have you ever experienced a close female friendship" to try deny rhaenicent like.. yes bitch i have!!! and thats *exactly* why i can tell theres MORE than just "close friendship" between these two gay bitches!!

[lambmotifz]

this is a controversial take but i don’t really think sexual wincest dynamic would be the same as the dynamics they have with girls. mostly because this interpretation tends to ignore canonical nuances that define sam and dean’s relationship, which includes dean’s extreme possessiveness, sam’s willing submissiveness with dean (especially when it comes to physical touch), the fact that dean is the only one with whom sam is able to be physically vulnerable in a way he can’t with anybody else, the fact that dean genuinely loves taking care of his little brother. it’s an essential part of their relationship, and it just makes sense for it to be part of their sexual dynamic too

[pxxrthotie]

“Sweetheart I’m old enough to be your father, it’s not right for us to be talking like this, baby”

🎀MY HONEST REACTION🎀

(I hope y’all get it😭😭)

IF A MAN EVER SPOKE TO ME LIKE THAT I’D DIE😩

[svnflowermoon]

hi my loves,

i feel like this has been a long time coming, but i'm leaving tumblr for the indefinite future. i won't be active or replying to messages so feel free to add me on discord (svnflowermoon) if you want to stay in contact. my personal life is too overwhelming at the moment and tumblr just isn't hitting the same as it used to. so many of the friends i've made here who i hold so dearly in my heart are either inactive or just gone and it's just not bringing me the joy it used to.

i love you all so much feel free to add me on discord or ask for my insta if we're close (if you want to ask for my insta just message me either here or discord). the time i've spent here has been amazing but it's over for the time being. obviously feel free to send asks, i'll answer them whenever i get back to tumblr. i'm gonna be real with you this break could be for months but please know i'm always thinking of you all <3

i hold you all so close to my heart and i hope you all get everything you could want, you all deserve all the happiness the world has to offer. i have a special place in my heart for you all and i want you all to live the best lives you ever can.

i hope you think of me when you see sunflowers and dark red and billie eilish and the moon, and i hope you think of me when halley's comet plays, and when you go on long walks and feel the sun streaming through the leaves. i will be back one day, just not now. i hope to see you all at some point where i'm in a better headspace for tumblr and i'm looking forward to seeing you all again one day.

lots of love, lucy <3

my intro post if you're new here