#i'm normal about him...i swear

[vermilionskiinmorning]

Dear Larian,

All I want for Christmas...

Is a Gortash kiss

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[winter-turtle]

Spider-Punk: *exists*

Me:

[ge0ky]

chilchuck!!!

[prone-to-fleeting-obsessions]

I could see Sunday being such a hypocrite when it comes to you

He's been trained to see everything, to catch every little flaw in his own appearance in order to appear calm, collected, and perfect, so it's obviously he sees those flaws in others, too

Poor posture, wrinkled clothing, fidgeting or avoiding eye contact, any form of non-eloquent speach... It eats at him, distracts from everything else

He picks up on everything in order to better read the people he's negotiating with, and behind that pleasant expression, there's sharp piercing judgment, indiscriminately sinking its claws into everybody he looks at, with one exception

You, his darling, can do no wrong

Any small oversights he'll just smile happily and fix himself, meticulously combing through your hair with gentle fingers while praising how pretty and soft it is, cupping your face to analyze those pretty eyes when you look nervous with nothing but his own loving worry reflected back, and your amusing little turns of phrase only make you more endearing, he's just so hopelessly smitten

We've seen how he's no stranger to sticking with a belief, even when heavily refuted against, even if it actively goes against his other morals, and you're no different, he'll happily warp his thinking for you

It would simply be impossible for him to see you as anything less than his perfect darling who he adores so thoroughly

[capquinn]

I can't stop thinking about Quinn tagging along with you to your friend's wedding, like he would be the perfect date.

he wouldn't just be the perfect date — he’d be the freaking blueprint

He’d show up in a perfectly tailored suit that somehow makes him look even more unfairly good-looking than usual, and it’s all you can do not to grab him by the lapels and tell him to forget the wedding — you’re ready to run off and elope right now. He’d be effortlessly charming with your friends, shaking hands and introducing himself with that soft, slightly shy smile he does. The one that’s a little reserved but still manages to melt everyone instantly.

When you’re making the rounds to catch up with old friends, he’d be right behind you, trailing like the most patient, lost puppy, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. He’d grin when someone teases him about being “Mr. Quiet,” completely unfazed, because he’s perfectly happy where he is — just following you, laughing softly at your stories, and chiming in with that dry humour of his when someone asks, “so, what do you do?” But then there’s the way he’d reach out without thinking to subtly adjust your dress strap when it slips or smoothing a warm hand down your back while you chat with people. It’s so effortless, so instinctive, and you’d feel your heart squeeze every time because it’s just so him — thoughtful in all the ways that count.

At dinner, he’d pull out your chair before sitting down himself, and you’d smile at the way he tries to act nonchalant, even as he swaps your plate with his because his slice of cake doesn��t have the fondant he knows you don’t like. The act is even sweeter because you know he doesn’t like fondant either, and you’re about to argue, ready to tell him you can just peel it off, but he shakes his head with a boyish grin and before you can say another word, he leans over to kiss you, soft and quick, cutting off your protest with a quiet, “just take it, babe.”

And the dance floor? At first, he’d be all hesitant, shuffling awkwardly from side to side like he’s trying not to draw attention to himself, which only makes you laugh harder. But after a drink or two, he’d loosen up, the corners of his mouth twitching into a grin as he finally gives in. And then it’s game over — he’s spinning you under his arm, laughing so hard when he steps on your toes. During the slow songs, he’d pull you close, his hands resting firmly on your waist, his cheek brushing yours, like for those few minutes, it’s just the two of you and nothing else matters.

By the end of the night, when your feet are killing you, he’s carrying your heels in one hand while the other stays wrapped around your hand.

“C’mon,” he’d murmur, keeping you steady as you hobble barefoot toward the Uber.

You’d lean into him, the scent of cologne and a little champagne still clinging to him, and feel nothing but safe and completely adored.

And when you finally collapse into bed, both of you still half-dressed, he’d tug you into his chest and murmur, “that was fun. We should do it again sometime,” like it was just some casual event — not the night you completely fell for him all over again. Because that’s the thing about Quinn: even the simplest moments feel like magic.

[td-art-storage]

Don't touch his baby brother

[maliwan-grace]

All I'm saying, ALL I'M SAYING

Nikto x reader is peak "last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me."

"..."

"Do it again."

Also, obviously, hes already ordered you two a joint tombstone, isn't he so romantic?

[wildsaltair]

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Pairing: Maximus Decimus Meridius x reader

Rating: T (fluff, with a tiny hint of hurt/comfort)

Word Count: 1.2k

Tag List: @enjisbf, @nasatshirts, @empressenchanted, @streets-in-paradise, @xiscamoony, @aelondrias

Author’s Note: Very short little fic that I wrote sort of as a follow-up to Nightmare, but it works as a standalone one-shot too. As always, it's written with the fullest measure of my love, and it's representing all the longing y'all get to witness every day on this melodramatic blog. I love Maximus, and I hope this little fic does him justice :) Thank you for reading!

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Your love is asleep beside you, breathing deep and slow against your neck. After yet another day of backbreaking work in the harvest, he’s exhausted, and all he had the strength to do was pull off his tunic and fall into bed beside you.

You are just as tired, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to fall asleep just yet. You’re too transfixed by him.

In sleep, his face is so peaceful, so free from the worry lines and the intensity he wears through the day. In sleep, his face is relaxed and soft, surrendered to the safety he feels in your bed.

You smile knowing that sharing your bed is his first experience with sleeping so peacefully. He came to you wounded and hunted, having barely escaped an assassination attempt and with nowhere else to go. Though your first few months were fraught with distress and fear, you have both settled into your home with the knowledge that you are safe from the outside world, that his past has been laid to rest and left behind. He still carries his burdens, but they are easier to bear when he can release them at night.

You let your eyes trace over his features now, amazed as always at the sweetness and beauty of the man who holds your heart. His eyelashes flutter against the tops of his cheeks, the lines beside his eyes less furrowed.

He’s sleeping as he usually does: on his back with your head on his chest, his left arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively, his head tilted against yours. His right hand clasps yours where it rests on his waist, moving gently every time he breathes.

Tilting your head back, you smile to yourself as the sounds of his deep breathing reach your ears. The sound only reassures you that he’s sleeping well, undisturbed by anything.

You often remember his first few nights with you — how after making love, he would lie awake for some time, trying to fall asleep. He was always on guard during those days, always attuned to any sign of trouble. He slept with one eye open for months.

And quite often, you would wake to find him up, making a round through the house or in the yard, paranoid about what could be lurking outside. Many were the nights you had to coax him back to bed, assuring him that no one had come for him in the night.

And the nightmares. Those terrible nightmares that plagued him for months.

Once, he awoke in the middle of choking you, having acted out of terror in the middle of a dream. You were afraid he would never trust himself to sleep with you again, but together you worked through it. He’s had nightmares many times since, but they have grown fewer and tamer in the past few months.

That thought makes you smile as well: knowing that your presence beside him at night helps keep his nightmares at bay.

As if in response, the man turns in his sleep, rolling onto his side to face you. He’s still sound asleep, his breath rumbling in his powerful chest, but his right arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

You are all too happy to snuggle closer to him. The nights have grown colder, and his body is a never-ending source of heat for your bed. You enthusiastically burrow into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin and tangling your legs with his.

Your heart warms knowing that he reaches for you even in his sleep. Many are the nights he has whispered your name in his sleep, groped his hands to find you in the night. Somehow his heart seeks you even when he sleeps.

He pulls you even closer, his breath softening as if he is stirring a little from his sleep, but he does not awaken. Shifting his weight to press against you more fully, he rubs one broad hand up and down your back, fingers brushing your spine.

Without meaning to, you arch your back in response, pushing your body tighter against his. He lowers his chin as though he were awake, dragging his lips across your forehead before coming to rest against the top of your head.

Your smile comes again, unbidden, warm as the heat radiating off his body.

So many nights, you have lain in this very bed and ached with loneliness. How many cold nights you spent huddled under blankets, wishing for a lover to share your home and bed, to fill you with a warmth that would go beyond your body. This man fills every empty spot in your heart, thrills and soothes and pleasures you in every possible way.

And what a joy it is to know that you have done the same for him, that your love is his safety, his delight, and his peace.

With a knot of emotion rising in your throat, you tilt your head back to press the lightest of kisses against his exposed neck. He stirs slightly, his breath ghosting across your ear, and you just rest your lips against his neck to breathe in his scent.

Earth, sweat, and something else distinctly him. It’s a scent you now associate with comfort, companionship, and warmth.

You kiss him again, wanting to touch him somehow even though he’s asleep. His neck is smooth and warm under your lips, and he stirs again, this time shifting his arms closer around you. He tilts his head a bit to the side as if to give you better access.

Then he makes a sound, almost a moan, almost a sleep-muddled whisper, but you know it’s your name. It’s your name he murmurs in his sleep, when he feels your gentle brushes of affection against his skin.

You smile against his neck, resting your mouth there so he won’t awaken. He remains tensed a moment longer, so you lightly run your hands over him to soothe him back to a deep sleep.

His muscles are coiled under your touch, every inch of his body a tribute to softness and strength. His chest moves against yours slowly, and you gently rub your hands over his ribs, his sides, his hips. He finally relaxes, sighing contentedly as he drifts back into a deeper sleep.

Just before he does, though, you feel him lift his hand, stroke it down the back of your head once. His fingers tangle in your hair, and he nuzzles your face gently, brushing his smooth skin and spiky beard against your cheek.

He hums with pleasure, settles himself against your body, then buries his head in your neck and falls back to sleep.

You follow him soon after, cradling him in your arms while you listen to the steady cadence of his breath and the lovely thump of his heartbeat. You thread your fingers in his dark hair until your strength fades into sleep, just long enough to feel him relax completely in your arms.

All the lonely nights, all the sorrow, all the uncertainty — it’s all been worth it for this moment, and for all the moments that have come before and will come after.

Your love is asleep in your arms, whispering your name and holding you close to his chest, and you can both sleep in the peace and satisfaction of a love that transcends everything else.

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More of my fanfiction if you're so inclined :)

[wickedcriminal]

Last Unicorn quote stuck out to me so I gave it to Spider-Fox

(the only person willing to be your friend and he didn't show up until long after you already lost all trust in other people)

[lilacgaby]

guys dragonking!bakugo x fairy!reader ??

you stumbled far away from your lands, lost as the fog clouds your vision. you travel deeper into the forest, exhausted. your wings ache as you finally let yourself relax in the oddly warm cavern.

as you pass out from exhaustion, dragonking!katsuki eyes you wearily. he was resting by the fire in the cave as he noticed you walking in. he would've stricken you down the second he sensed you but your slight glow and delicate nature stood out from the gruff realities of the harsh creatures of the forest.

he moved closer to you, examining you oddly. he had only heard of fairies from the tales he was told as a young prince, but as he stares at your wings, there's no doubt that they were true.

he pokes your face, touches your wings, and eyes your strange attire.

you were weird, but you were also in his rightful territory. which meant...

you woke up to being moved, more specifically thrown, over dragonking!bakugo's shoulder as he took you back to his kingdom. he didn't notice you were awake, but his traveling partner dragonshifter!kirishima did, sending a sharp-toothed smile your way.

you had a feeling you wouldn't be going home anytime soon.

(follow-up)

my requests are humbly open now so send some in <3

[sr-stories]

Cedric the Creature ™

[swkbiggestdefender]

my opinion on wukong life arc:

made big mistakes and lost his way becoming addicted to immortality bc nothing made him feel secure and satisfied and his ego was on another level

made some mistakes here and there but he actually learned from them and found another path that give him peace witch was what he originally wanted to protect the people he loves (the pilgrims) and the pilgrims were there for him in a way no one else has and that itself kept him focuse on his path

still know how to be gentle and sympathetic but losing the pilgrims made him more close off especially when he first met mk he definitely just wanted to teach him what's necessary and that's it but when mk said he want to be good enough like him he realised that mk was looking for his approval and he wasn't given him that because he didn't think mk put him as someone important in his life so he knew he had to at least stop putting so much distance between them

wanted to deal with everything on his own because he didn't want anyone to get hurt or deal with his problems kept important information for himself because he didn't want to burden anyone or make them freak out because he always dealt with the hard stuff on his own he thought he could do it on his own

Learned that even though he made mistakes in the past it doesn't define who he is now and mk wouldn't give up on him or look deferently at him and he have to let go of those memories and focus on what he have now and what he needs to protect and do

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learned alot from everything they all went through he's more open with mk and everyone else no longer keeps stuff to himself and he try to be there for mk as much as he can he openly show affection now and seems really comfortable with the others still as self-sacrificing as before and will rather lose the world then lose mk or anyone he loves

[karpachev]

It's him, the literal sunshine

[sbd-laytall]

A sad Nightcrawler is so heartbreaking.

Excalibur (1988) #20

[akajustmerry]

shiv telling kendall she's fine to pitch to investors after learning about tom and naomi, but roman delays the pitch so he and ken can actually check she's okay. roman being the one that actually went and checked Kendall was okay when he was on a bender in New Mexico. roman refuses to sign the media statement about Ken's addiction...when he's away from Logan's influence he's so full of love and care for his siblings :')

[attyhat]

I've recently made an oc👀

He's got no name yet but I love him so much and I've been having fun trying to practice anatomy with him (⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)

He's supposed to be a warrior on the side of the acheans but other than that HE GOT NO PLOT YET HE'S ONLY HERE TO SERVE CUNT AND BE PRETTY!!!! I swear I will think about something someday ...maybe... hopefully