#i love you note

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

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[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 17

Story: The Ambassadors (original) Prompts: Healing wounds — I love you text/note — Rain on the roof

Pronunciation note: Shynael = shuh-NIE-ell

Shynael whimpered.

“Shhh, it's okay,” Shard murmured. “I've got you.”

“Hurts,” Shynael said, then whined deep in his throat like a dog when moving his jaw jostled the quills stuck in his nose and mouth.

“I know, I know,” Shard said, holding his dragon's head still in his lap with one hand while he used the other to carefully pull another quill out from the chinks in Shynael's scales. He'd always heard that dragon scales were even more impenetrable than chainmail, but it seemed Shynael's hide hadn't quite hardened to that extent yet.

“Didn't your mother warn you to be careful of porcupines and prickly creatures like that?” Shard couldn't help asking. It felt like Shynael's mother had something to say about everything else.

Shynael opened shiny golden eyes and looked up at him mournfully, but he didn't seem to want to try talking again. He lay draped over Shard's knee like a large dog hoping for a pat on the head, his claws digging into Shard's leg painfully every time he pulled on another quill. It felt like every time he pulled a quill out of Shynael's snout, he was stabbing himself with it.

“Well, you know better now,” Shard said, pulling out another quill with a smooth tug.

Rain pattered on their shelter as Shard continued to work. It was too wet to build a fire, so it was chilly even with Shynael's warm weight pressed against him. And Shard didn't want to think about how muddy his clothes were or how annoying it would be to wash them in the morning and have nothing dry to change into. But at least he'd been able to craft this serviceable, if a bit leaky and drafty, shelter out of tree branches overhanging a large boulder.

“Okay, last one,” Shard said, bracing one hand around the largest quill spearing Shynael's nose. He winced himself as Shynael's clawed feet clamped around his leg. He would definitely have bruises there by the morning, if it hadn't broken skin. “Ready? One...two—“ He yanked the quill out before Shynael could tense up any further.

With a loud yelp, Shynael jerked back, knocking over one of the tree branches with his tail. Shard scrambled to put their shelter back together, then finally slumped back against the cold rock, wetter than ever.

“Sorry,” Shynael mumbled, still hardly opening his mouth. He folded his wings close to his body and curled his tail around his feet, making himself as small as a mastiff-sized dragon could be.

“Don't worry about it,” Shard said, wiping his hands on his already grimy knees, surreptitiously feeling for bruises. “It's over now. You want some food?”

Shynael perked up for a second, then worked his jaw a little bit and shook his head. His mouth would probably still pain him for a while, and unfortunately all they had to eat right now was dried meat and stale bread. Maybe, if the rain let up in the morning, he'd see if he could find a bird's nest and cook up some eggs for them.

But for now, all he could do was try to make Shynael feel a little less miserable. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms.

Shynael was getting too big for this, but he clambered into Shard's lap, his back legs still on the ground while he curled his neck around Shard's, gingerly resting his head on Shard's shoulder. It was like holding a lizard the size of a dog, while also draping a snake around his shoulders. But at least it left him a lot warmer than before.

He reached up to rub Shynael on his favorite spot on his snout, then thought better of it and just patted his neck instead. He found himself fiddling with the little pile of porcupine quills he'd made.

People made pens out of these, didn't they? Father Mark always used feathers, but he'd heard tell of it. Idly, Shard began scratching in the dirt with one of the longer quills, the movements coming back to him easily even though it had been so long since he'd been somewhere civilized enough for writing.

“What's that?” Shynael asked, unwinding his neck so he could see better. “Is that the writing you told me about?”

“That's right,” Shard said, rubbing out the idle letters he'd scratched out and starting over again more purposefully. Shynael had already explained that dragons didn't write at all, which seemed preposterous to Shard. Apparently, they just passed their stories down orally and simply memorized everything their elders told them.

“What are you writing?” Shynael asked when he paused at the end of his short line of symbols. “What's it say?”

Shard smiled. “It says, 'I love you.'”

[teathattast]

always worth it <3

[nonbinary-arsonists]

BALD

[melblancscream]

(x)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[phantom-kiwi]

Venom 3 spoiler warning but like

"Ride me cowboy", "we've been together for a year?", "Sometimes I think we would've been happier you and I living a life like this", them calling each other Thelma and Louise? Them talking about future plans and the camera directly cutting and staying on literal happy newlyweds?? "BUT I NEED HIM BACK" ???? A montage of their time together???? Hello ??? Symbrock nation can you hear me !!!!

[bubblebassfatass]

So splatoon added heels to their game and the amount of CUNT being served is ASTRONOMICAL

[cirrus-grey]

[idyllcy]

husband - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

Every now and then, Simon gets a student who doesn’t seem to get it past their skull that he’s happily married and not looking for a side chick or mistress.

He can usually tell in the first handful of classes, brow raised as they ask him to visit office hours, shirt peeking a little too low, smile a little too uncanny for his taste. He finds that typically as long as he plays uninterested and talk more about his wife, most of them learn to back down.

Now, occasionally, he gets a student who just doesn’t back down.

In those cases, he entertains the office hours, forcing you to stay back and lounge on the couch when they visit, extra affectionate with you when they walk in, ring on his finger extra polished and your matching one visible when you work.

You find it hilarious when you reach for his tea, lips around his straw as you continue to work on your research, drinking up the way his student’s eye twitches at his blatant displays of affection. You’re his “beloved” when the student walks in, and his “one and only” when they’re almost out of hearing range. You get a kiss when you walk him to class, and you peek into his class so much more to drop off drinks as long as the student doesn’t back down.

He refuses to hold an office hour with the student if you’re not available to hang around. He’d much rather be called a shitty professor than a shitty husband.

He can find another job. Not another you.

[atinymexicanbird]

in which shadow cared !! (again)

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[klaunee]

I drew this over a year ago but I guess now is the time to post it.

[positivepostoffice]