#i'm gonna cry if i did

[akans-dead-at-sea]

It's alright

30 second timelapse:

[hyperdramas]

i'll see you there tomorrow | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: none, fluff, lots of kissing & cuddling, reader is implied to be female ("honey", "babygirl"), mentions of children & pregnancy, dokyeom & you are happily married, wholesome couple things

playlist: hip shop (deltarune ost) & a girls feelings (sailor moon ost)

"Is she finally sleeping?" Sighing from your place in the bed, your eyes meet your husband's broad back as he nods, tucking the small baby blanket up to her chin before he turns back around. His brown hair is still damp from the shower he had just taken a few minutes ago, and his plaid sleeping set smelled like lavender....and baby formula, to which you attested to as being from his accidental spill.

"Yeah, honey, she's out like a light." Seokmin's voice is quiet as to not wake the newborn up, and he makes his way back to his side of the bed quietly, glancing at his phone once more before turning it on silent mode and sliding in beside you.

The past month had been hell for you and Seokmin. The two of you were introducing a new baby girl named Mimi into the world, and had to spend most of your evenings rocking her to sleep, making sure she was fed well, and had enough diapers to last her for the night.

She, like her father, was a light sleeper, and needed the room to be absolutely quiet or she wouldn't go to bed. Mimi was stubborn, even at two months old, and she cried and cried until Seokmin rocked her back to sleep and quietly left her alone.

The two of you had to learn the hard way, though, and most of your night was filled with the two of you playing rock paper scissors half-asleep to choose who would rock Mimi after she started to cry from the startup hum of the air conditioning at three in the morning.

"She's so cute, Seokmin," You sigh, baby fever hitting you like a brick. From your vantage point in your queen-sized bed, the bassinet held tiny little Mimi safely, and you could see her small face and beanie-covered head through the protective railing.

"She is. And she's ours." Seokmin turns to you, body warm and toned as he scoots closer to your spot in the bed. Taking the hint, you lean in as well, body pressed to Seokmin's chest as his toned arms encase you in his heat. Smiling under him, you kiss his neck, to which the man above you gasps in surprise and chuckles quietly.

"Shhh, you're going to make me wake Mimi," Seokmin wears a pout, but you ignore him, pecking him a few more times (with a few more gasps tumbling from your husband's lips), before you finally lay off.

"Ahh, I missed this. Missed you, Minnie." You knew exactly what you were talking about—you missed spending time alone with Seokmin whenever you wanted.

You missed having late nights together doing nothing but showering each other with love and spending time with each other. You missed having no worries other than deciding on takeout for dinner and what movies to watch during late night snacking sessions.

"I missed you more, baby girl. Mimi was the best thing to happen to us, but also limited a lot of our time with each other." Seokmin's hands slide under your shirt, meeting your cold back as he rubs it gently.

You giggle at his cold fingertips, but soon become still as it starts to calm you down. Your head is pressed into Seokmin's chest, and you can feel his warm skin touching yours as you sigh.

"She's so greedy." You pout, and Seokmin chuckles quietly, pecking your nose as he grins at you. "She's just like her mama."

You don't deny your husband's allegations, giggling into his chest as his chest heaves and falls with his own uncontrollable chuckles. The room is warm with the feeling of love, and you're sure even Mimi can feel it, as she shuffles in her bed, a small sound resembling a giggle coming from the bassinet.

"Did you hear that?" Seokmin raised an eyebrow, his contagious smile causing your cheeks to burn with your own as his eyes sparkled in the lamp light.

"She just giggled, yeah." You finish his sentence, and Seokmin's lips turn into a pout as he whispers, "Mimi just giggled, honey! Isn't that amazing?"

The excitement in your husband's eyes made you melt a little, and you nodded as Seokmin's hands lightly brush over your stomach, making you giggle.

"Is your tummy still hurting?" Seokmin knew that your c-section must have been painful, but he still heard you complaining about the ache even now. You nodded, humming as he allowed you to turn your back to him, letting him run his hands across your healing stomach. "A little bit, but it's better than the first two weeks."

"Well good. I don't want you to hurt forever, honey." He kisses the shell of your ear and your neck slyly, watching how your face scrunches up with the delicate touch.

"I won't. The doctor said it'll heal quickly soon. Mimi was just a lot to take out." You chuckle, glancing back at the bassinet. Mimi's small eyes are still closed, and she sleeps curled up, lips in a small smile as you lean into Seokmin's warmth.

"We love you, Mimi." Seokmin whispers, and you laugh quietly, nodding as your hands drop to meet Seokmin's at your stomach.

"We love you, Mimi."

"And we love each other." Seokmin leans down and buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing kisses up and down the side of your neck, shell of your ear, and even pecking your collarbone a few times.

"We do." You sigh dreamily, letting Seokmin kiss your worries away.

lyr's note: thank you all so much for 250 likes and 25 reblogs?? tumblr has actually been the kindest & quickest community to welcome me ☹ i hope i can continue to provide you with silly dk-related content to satisfy the silly dokyeom girlies out there (me included)!! i may write for more members in the future, but for now (until the poll is completed and even AFTER that), dokyeom will always be the main attraction 🤭 ALSO don't be afraid to request something!! it'll take a bit as i'm busy during the weekdays with school & other activities, but i'll do it, as long as i'm comfortable/okay with it 💖

[dendroaspis-viridis]

I'm begging you, BioWare... Learn from the mistakes of Baldur's Gates past...

[astralstarlight]

pairing: wriothesley x reader

summary: you really want to spend time with wriothesley right now.

word count: 1.1k+

warnings/tags: 18+, nsfw content (under the cut), umm praise from wriothesley??, kind of shy/insecure reader, fingering, fem/female bodied! reader, he calls you sweetheart and baby, i was gonna let him use his cuffs and then i forgot so he's extra gentle instead

a/n: i need him.

Every time you visit Wriothesley in his office, he knows it's because you're needy. You don't make the trip all the way there for no reason.

"I just missed you." You'll say, leaning against the table with a pout. It's the way you're avoiding eye contact with him and staring your shoes that gives you away. Not to mention the fact that you're standing right in front of his seat and forcing him to look at you instead of the paperwork he has on his desk.

He resists the urge to laugh. With a slow and precise movement, he leans forward so that he's meeting your gaze again. "Yeah? You just wanted to spend time with me?"

"Mhm." You feign innocence. Archons, you're even blushing.

"Still too nervous to use your words, huh?"

He watches as your shoulders tense. Guilt is written all over your features. He watches as you take a deep breath in to try to calm yourself, meeting his eyes with a flash of confidence this time. There's a rigidness in your form still though, and your mouth opens to say something. But he doesn't let you.

His hands clasp around your thighs, pushing them open so he can move forward on his seat to put himself between your legs. Before you can continue your sentence, he kisses you.

He knows you're about to apologise for something inane, like bothering him when he's clearly so busy, but he wants to remind you that he'll always make time for you. This isn't annoying for him. And it never will be. Besides, it's not like he can focus on anything while you're here.

It's a gentle kiss, and he lets himself part from you just a little before he's speaking again.

"Shh. I'll take care of you, okay?"

It's so quiet that you can hear how loud your breathing is. It's long, languid breaths at first, even as your heartbeat thuds quickly in your chest.

He's barely even touched you, and you still feel your breath hitch as he traces his fingers over your clothed pussy. You don't say anything, just letting his hands explore you and letting him squeeze and caress without complaint. He'll never tell you, but he likes holding you like this; likes knowing you're comfortable enough to let him just touch wherever. His hands never wander above your waist, and his motions slow as he tries to figure out what you're after today.

In exchange, you tentatively run your fingers through his hair. Once. Twice. And it takes you a couple seconds to realise that he's still just tracing his fingers over your thighs because he's waiting for you to ask for what you want. A small sound of frustration leaves your lips. This doesn't need to be this hard. But the soft intimacy of his hands touching you seems to add a knot in your throat. So you do the next best thing. You nudge his hand to where you actually want him to touch.

"There." A sigh of contentment leaves his lips. "That wasn't so hard, right?" And he still has the audacity to look up to you with a cheeky grin that sends your heart racing.

His fingers are gentle — pushing inside you and feeling, before they become searching, and all you can feel is a pleasure running up your legs and curling in your stomach. A breathy huff leaves your lips and that has him properly chuckling. You can't really help it if your hips jerk upwards to meet his touch a little better.

But he stills you easily.

He stands up, curving his arm around your waist and pulling you further to the edge of the table so you can't escape the way his fingers curve inside you.

"Wrio—" You moan against his ear, not entirely sure what you're asking for or what you're wanting, but wanting something nonetheless. He's quicker at thinking of it than your pleasured-muddled mind. His lips connect with yours again and you're barely able to kiss him back properly. It's all open mouthed, and a little sloppy. A warmth pulses through you as he traces his lips across your jaw forgivingly, down the side of your neck, nibbling lightly all the way. An uncontrolled whine from your throat has him huffing a laugh against your skin.

"Like this?" He mumbles, brushing his lips against your collarbones while his fingers push on a spot that has you moaning again.

A panic runs through your veins when you hear knocking at the door, and you put your hands on his shoulders, ready to stop him and scurry away. Except he's already murmuring out a reassurance against your neck before you can try.

"Shh, sweetheart. It would be a shame to end this now." He whispers casually. "They can wait." And really, with that purr in his voice, he could get you to do anything.

You let out a strained whine, trying to be quiet as he praises you, marking you with soft kisses across what bare skin he can get his mouth on. It's so easy for him to make you cum like this. And you do, with a sigh and with your eyes closed, as the knocking echoes through his office once more.

He's patient with you, tucking your shirt back over your shoulder where he pulled it down and you hadn't even noticed. His hand moves from your waist to your hair, tussling it. All while he's whispering sweet words to you.

"You okay? That was so good, baby. You were so good for telling me what you wanted, okay?"

You're barely listening, still trying to come down from the pleasure and trusting him to let him tidy up your frazzled form. Once he's finished, he kisses your forehead, sending a spark through your body. It's his way of giving you a small confidence booster as he leaves your side and walks around his desk and calling for whoever was knocking to come in. By then, he's already moved you to the more comfortable position of his chair.

Wriothesley greets whoever is behind the door with a twinkle in his eye, barely looking at whoever is speaking because he keeps taking glances at you. You're still perched all pretty on his chair, the perfect picture of attentiveness as though he didn't just finger you a few moments before. It's the small, impatient wriggle that you do on his chair that gets his full attention again. There's a look in your eyes and he knows he's not finished with you. Not yet.

He'll have to continue what he's started once this conversation is done. He did promise to take care of you after all.

[teaandinanity]

Fanart for a certain scene in chapter 3 of Servant to a Different King by @tossawary that smacked me upside the head and said 'DRAW' (I am having such a good time, it is such a treat to read!)

[c6jpg]

Hunters fight not for fame, but to aid the people whenever they are summoned.

[shaniacsboogara]

"don't be scared little child, you're no demon" has got to be one of the most heartbreaking lines conan's every written. yes, it's meant to be a reassuring statement to whoever the song is written to, but it reflects a devestatingly reality. so many children, literal children, grow up terrified that there's something wrong with them or that they'll go to hell just because they're queer. this line isn't hyperbole or exaggeration, it's something some kids genuinely need to be told because they believe they're doomed. and that's why the message of this song is so fucking important.

[blu-ish]

Ok so how do you think Shadow reacted when Sonic wasn’t in his arms when he arrived back in green hill

(Sonic prime)

... (Here's my idea as a sample mini-fic cuz I have no self-control.)

He couldn't help the panic that sunk deep within his broken heart. He failed. After everything, and he was still unable to save one of the only people who genuinely cared about him. That was Shadows most rational thought at the moment anyways. Almost tempted to let out a pitiful laugh at the irony of it all.

The hedgehog felt stupid, naive, and absolutely pathetic. Just like before.

What did he think would happen?

His grip loosened after he feels the almost ghostly appearance of the chaos emerald in his quills, the one he'd spent hours scouring for in the past. He doesn't even remember why...

The emerald looked way to much like his eyes, eye's he'd never get to see again.

As much as Shadow was willing to give into the pain, the urge to scream his lunges out, he remembered the mountain-- the prism.

What if...?

Hope burns like a small uncertain ember in his heart, one where the slightest breeze would extinguish it forever. Shadow races up the mountain, emerald in hand, unsure of what he might see--or what he wanted to see. Who he wished to see.

Ruby meets emerald green, and Shadow can breathe again.

...

Shadow tries to ignore the emotional whiplash he had just experienced. He really does. But, he can't help but occasionally stare- no, examine the cobalt hedgehog who sat next to him.

He's here.

He's alive.

His gloved hand twitches, unbeknownst to its owner, it slowly inches its way closer to the hero. Stopping at an invisible barrier, Shadow clears his throat.

"I hope you've at least tried to learn something from all of this."

Sonic's laughter almost makes the agent jump, almost.

"Yeah, yeah. No more smashing super colorful rocks for me, that's for sure!" Sonic played the events they both just endured like another adventure, just another day for Sonic T. Hedgehog. Or so he assumed the blue hedgehog was trying to do.

"I think that would be for the best. For everyone." Shadow concluded, gripping the grass below him a little harder then he meant too. An action that didn't go unnoticed by the hedgehog next to him.

"I'm really gonna miss everyone though, seems kinda silly after everything but..." Sonic sighed, "I'm really glad the guy I ended up getting stuck with was you, Shads."

Turning to face the hedgehog fully. Shadow scanned Sonics face for any indication of sarcasm, only to be met by the most brightest smile he'd ever seen. The warm hues of the sunset didn't help either.

He'd seen Sonic smile, the guy seemed to do it whenever he could. But now, this... felt different, personal. It didn't feel unpleasant either. That scared him, not like he'd ever admit that though.

"And what exactly does that mean?" The darker hedgehog ignored the flush that was most likely on his face right now. Narrowing his brow at the other. He could unpack what he was feeling, later.

"Does grumpy want a list?" Sonic replied playfully. Since when did he start to lean on his side? The blue hero continued, listing his reasons on his fingers.

"Not to mention you've saved my life, more than once, all in practically the same day."

"You saved mine as well, that makes us even." Shadow reminded. It was getting harder and harder to keep eye contact with Sonic. He crossed his arms in mild frustration at himself more than anything.

"We had a bonding moment! You cradled me in your arms, dude!" Sonic exclaimed, moving in even closer somehow to wrap an arm around the flustered hybird.

His mind going blank to find a proper response, he resorted to grumbling. Sonics laughter filled the air again, taking another breath out of Shadows in the process.

"Anyone would've done the same, your life was in immediate danger, I was simply the fastest mode of transportation, simple."

"But it wasn't just anyone Shads... it was you." Shadow had rarely heard the hedgehog sound so serious, but gentle at the same time. As if he was talking to a frightened woodland creature, one that was only mere moments away from fleeing.

He didn't know when they started looking at each others eyes, he also came to the conclusion that Sonics eyes--while similar, shined way brighter than his emerald.

It was Sonics turn to clear his throat, accompanied by a chuckle. "So, yeah... thanks."

What Sonic wasn't expecting was dark arms wrapping themselves around his back. Bringing him close to his rival. Or the soft patch of white fur to tickle so much.

"Don't get used to it.." Was all Shadow said, burying his face unapologetically into his peach shoulder.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Sonic smiled, hugging Shadow tight. The pair stayed like that until the night covered them in a blanket of stars.

It was good to be home.

[alchemistc]

Thinking about a bunch of forty-somethings getting a notification that @t.kinard has posted something on his insta for the first time in like, five years, then immediately jumping to DM's or text to razz Tommy about his boyfriend with the fuckboy haircut -- meanwhile Tommy is furiously trying to hide the texts from Buck because he likes the fuckboy haircut and he's a little afraid Buck will just buzz it all off if he sees a single message from a guy Tommy hasn't talked to since high school or an army buddy who's never done anything BUT give Tommy shit.

Buck sees one anyway and instead of freaking out about it he leans into it for the rest of the night, complete with sexting him (from the other side of the couch).

Tommy gets to keep the beloved curls atop his boyfriends head and Buck remembers exactly why he'd left Buck 1.0 in the dust (the roleplay that night is fun as fuck, though).

[emahriel]

i feel so sick... one of besties pushed me to start watching/reading jjk and i'm so ill over gojo it's not even funny anymore. i literally made an oc for him and am twirling my hair thinking about and drawing them rn it's so embarrassing!!

[jojostory]

Farewell to two bright stars!

[a-fangirltrash]

I don't believe that Ford saw Fiddleford as Bill saw him.

Something to use, to get what he wanted. I DO believe however, that he treated him/made he felt that way. I think that Ford deeply cared about him, maybe he even liked him the same way WE ALL KNOW McGucket did, but i think Ford is pretty BLIND with social cues, so their relationship was never more than "friends with weird homoerotic tension". Maybe they kissed once and McGucket shot him with the Memory Gun LOL.

But Stanford was controlled by Bill, he was too blind with all the lovebombing bill did to him. He was too blind to see the danger. He called Fiddleford a coward not because he didn't care about his well-being, but because HE WAS OBSESSED, HE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING. Bill took his mind, sanity and isolated him from his relationships and fucked them. For him, Mcgucket not telling him what he saw was a betrayal, everything they've worked on throw to the trash. Bill convinced him it was just gonma extend his investigations at the end! For him there was no danger!

Also, having a multidimensional portal alone is overwhelming, is not the same as having someone else with you! There's the fact that mcgucket leaving his life was what made him realize that Bill was TOOXIIIIC. Canonically if Stanley took the diary with him, he'd reconnect with Fiddleford, as we can read in the diaries

Tbh, i have a headcanon that the fact that their relationship didn't escalated to something else, was the opportunity Bill took to take Stanford all for himself LMAOOO.

TLDR; FORD DIDN'T "USE" MCGUCKET. He did cared for him, he was just mentally unstable af and obsessed because of his toxic triangle (ex)partner ☠️

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk in defense of Stanford :3

[homoeroticgrappling]

Danhausen tweeted this after his GCW match and I couldn't help but think about his tweet when he started looking for bookings

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

Thinking about Mato and crying

He was the weakest of the brothers but the most excited and determined to become a nail master.

He looked up to Sheo so much, he is still thinking about him and hoping that he thinks of him and Oro in turn.

Sheo left them at some point to pursue another path and Oro betrayed and left Mato probably not long after.

Despite Mato's grudge against Oro the evidence that he still cares for him very much is there. specifically in the god home, where he jumps in to defend Oro when he is knocked down.

His dream nail dialogue in the fight is "Brothers always fight together!" And "Don't leave me behind!"

Clearly he feels he was abandoned by his brothers.

He thinks that he is unworthy of even being in the presence of the nail sage. His own father.

Mato is so enthusiastic and kind and so so lonely!!

He feels he is abandoned and unwanted, and he so desperately wants to be wanted!

and the thing that really gets me is just how much effort he puts into making it especially clear how loved and wanted his own pupil is!

If you choose not to be taught by him, he assumes you believe you are unworthy and quickly assures you that isn't true.

He gives you grand compliments, and tells you that "you honor him beyond words."

Even when he begins rambling about Oro after learning that you had met him, he quickly catches himself and says "I'm sorry. I shouldn't bother you with such things. I'm happy you were able to train under another nailmaster and grow stronger."

He so readily sets aside his grudge, and expresses his happiness for you !!

He genuinely wants his pupil to be proud of themself. He doesn't want them to ever feel the way he did.

He is so loving and so lonely..

When you come to visit him again for the first time, he is genuinely surprised and says it is "an honor he scarcely deserves"

This man needs a family!! This is a family man he shouldn't be alone!!!!

[cerealbishh]

"You really care about me."

"Yeah. I really, really care about you."

"I- I really care about you too."

"No, but... I like, really, really care about you."

[5-pp-man]

they really said "it's better to live life while imperfect and disgraceful than to die perfect and beautiful without ever really living at all."