#i'm so sorry this took FOREVER

[rejaytionships]

my half of the art trade for @choijesoo!!! this was super fun to draw :D i don't do a lot with backgrounds so this turned out pleasantly well i think

[taleswritten]

@dynastymuses sent ( fixation ) - my muse worships your muse's body george/charlotte

If there is one thing she can confidently say about George, it is that he is so attentive and so willing to shower her with praise. He treats her like the Queen she has become and Charlotte loves him all the more for it.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he kisses move from her lips, down her jaw, and then down to her chest. A shaky inhale as George's kisses become more intimate, his kiss to the curve of one breast is open-mouthed and she can feel the drag of his tongue.

Yet he teases her. He does not kiss or tease her with his tongue where she wishes him to. She wants his tongue on her breast, lapping at her nipple, and eventually between her legs and yet...

Must she beg for it?

"George." Charlotte says breathlessly, though somehow she manages to keep herself from whining at him in need. How embarrassing that would be. "More."

[trhor]

so my friend asked me this question and said I had to pass it on and keep it goin' SO I'm passing it to you!:

What was your inspiration to create your main OC? (or any character you want to talk about, really 😀)

Hi hello, I'm a terrible person but I'm here to finally answer your question. This incredible late but here we go.

The idea of the heir and spare has always been a fascinating one and it's interesting how in media and real life this dynamic is played. Generally the heir is seen as this saintly being while the spare is either left in the wings or is painted as a jealous conniving younger sibling that craves the throne and all it's power. So I liked the idea of telling the story of two spares that weren't necessarily aiming to take the throne, who would have been happy just doing their jobs as second fiddle but ended up getting stuck with the responsibility of a role they never asked for. Theo came first, she was the character I had the clearest thought about being a spare becoming an heir and it was as I was trying to figure out the dynamics that Hamish came into being.

He's the one that had the most changes, he really isn't anything like who I first thought he might be as I was creating him. This isn't a spoiler but at first I thought he was going to have an son outside of his marriage. Taking a great amount of inspiration from the scene in Succession when Connor Roy masterfully reminds his three younger siblings that he is in fact his father's oldest son. This was the original idea but the more I started to really think about Hamish, I realized that no he'd never cheat on his wife. Isobel was his everything, he's lost without her . So things changed and he's evolved and I honestly love the man I've made. He isn't perfect that's not the goal here but I do enjoy him none the less.

[athaexnen]

(Aislin @fantasiesandfolklore for Anya's MCU verse?)

"I've heard we have similar powers," La Memoire told Anya, her daggers hidden up her suit's sleeves. "Both of us are connected with the dead, or undead," she continued, walking closer to Anya before turning off her voice modifier.

"I want to help you, to free you. No one should be forced to kill," Aislin told Anya, dropping her hood and leaving only a mask covering her face.

Anya stayed silent as she listened to the other girl speak, her brows furrowed as she studied them. Similar powers? To Hydra, she was the Banshee, she who heralded death and commanded it. Her scream had the ability to rupture eardrums if she wanted, and she could see those who were dead. So, whoever this girl was, who was also connected to the dead, had somehow piqued her interest.

"Free me?" Anya questioned as she watched as the other dropped their hood, only to be met with a mask. Perhaps this was a trick? "Who are you?"

@fantasiesandfolklore

[thehattiefox]

The Reunion, Chapter 2: When I See You Again

For five years he waited to hear that voice again. His chest hurt with the weight of it, but he realized, as he lay in bed with tears running down his face, that it wasn't the pain of missing Katya that he was feeling anymore. It was the shifting weight of finally being whole again.

Summary: Trixie and Katya see each other for the first time in five years. It goes as well as Trixie could hope, but he can't help feeling, after everything left unsaid, that they're both in for a wild ride.

Read The Reunion, Chapter 2: When I See You Again on AO3

[higekki]

@lotusgrieved wrote: " i could go with you! " for aerith <33

" you want to go with me? " try as she might, she cannot hide the fact that his words have caught her by surprise. usually, it's her who is demanding to accompany someone else as they're leaving, so desperate for just a moment more of companionship that she's willing to trek across all the way across midgar and back if it means just a moment more of not being alone. but to be on the receiving end of the request? that was certainly different.

it takes a moment for her to realize that her mouth is hanging somewhat ajar, but when she does she snaps her jaw shut and smiles. it shouldn't be a problem. he can take care of himself if anything happens and if something comes along that's outside of both of their scope then... well, at the very least aerith trusts alma to have her back through the entire process.

so she reaches out for his hand, " alright, let's go! but you've gotta promise to protect me, kay? "

[protectivemusesmoving]

😘 any HSR muse

SEND 😘 TO FIND MY MUSE WORKING AT A KISSING BOOTH

This was embarrassing. This was nothing Caelus would have usually done, but he couldn't help it when some of the others had enlisted the express's help to try to find a way to make a fundraiser work. Naturally, he wanted to help. He just hadn't expected to be the one in the booth doing the kissing. Luckily for him, almost no one had wanted an actual kiss and had chose to donate for the simple fact of wanting to help without questionable boundaries.

Until he saw Sampo, and he was ready to crawl into a hole. "Please don't resort to causing mischief- We're busy enough as it is, and this is embarrassing enough, if I'm honest. But I'll bite anyways, what brings you to this area? I thought you didn't frequent this part of town."

[divinelght]

❝ i concealed nothing from you. i simply left out the details that were not pertinent. ❞

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ― accepting , @hellishomens

aurora heaves a sigh, so loud & exasperated, at the same time she dips her head back to stare at the heavens above. if forgiveness wasn't second nature to her at this point, she might've scowled at kairon. instead, the aasimar props her hands on either hip and thinks for a long moment. "you know, if our rats weren't such great friends, i might actually be mad," she's lying. she's not sure she's capable of anger. if she is, she's not sure she's capable of directing it at them. she's also not entirely sure that their furry companions even remotely get along. when tilts her head away from the sky again and rests her gaze on them once more, her shoulders sag a little. "you can trust me with the whole picture, you know? impertinent details and all."

[artofalassa]

Nothing Beats Pizza On A Cliff

Right? And some things are said...

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR | Part FIVE | Part SIX | Part SEVEN | Part EIGHT | Part NINE | Part TEN | Part TWELVE

[lulu-draws-stuff]

How does that sound?

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

[butyouaremymess]

Colin + his (many) love confessions for Penelope

[storminmyveins-archived]

" Yeah, I'll be right behind ya." He tells her as he then looks out to the waves. If he's going to clear his head the best place to do it is out there, so he dusts his hands off on his already-dirty shorts and gets up, snagging his own board after he tosses off his shirt.

“good.  making  sure.”  relieved,  daisy  sprayed  sunscreen  onto  her  shoulders  and  the  back  of  her  thighs,  tension  leaving  her.  “i’m  gonna�� try  and  catch  a  few  waves  before  the  sun  sets.”  holding  up  her  board,  “coming?”

[wolfchans]

♡ Chris Birthday Countdown ♡ ↳ D-3 : A year of boyfriend pictures

[kasterarts]

Moving Forward. (Spoilers for YTTD up through 3-1b)

[cursedvessels]

Samuel Wellington. The moment she said the name, he was flipping through the folder in his lap, chewing on his lower lip. A frown as his mind started to wander. A pause.

"Write that down for me," he says suddenly without looking up. "And any other useful tidbits you have." A gesture with his pen. "Leave it by the computer and I'll have a look at it when you've finished over there." A sort of mental note is made to check that later, in an attempt to regain focus on the task at hand. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what he had meant by those words spoken to her in such a hurry. Another long drag off his cigarette before he's putting it out in an ashtray nearby.

"Uhhh..." He's busy reading something when she asks about the best way to sort his files. A slight shrug, irritated. He can't focus. It isn't entirely her fault, but she certainly isn't helping. He hated being asked so many questions and that much could be made clear by the way his muscles clenched every time she asked another.

"You know what, you do it however you see fit," he huffs. "Just let me know how they end up, all right?" His gaze finally lifts to view her again, flashing a tense sort of smile--an attempt at niceties not performed very well.

"And, er..." Ah, yes, he'd already forgotten her name. "No more questions. I need to finish this before noon and you're spoiling my focus." As is the fact that he's having trouble staying awake enough to keep his mind active.

Remnants of long forgotten cigarettes, crumpled slips of paper, unidentifiable trinkets and bits…it was akin to a layer of obstinacy warding others to maintain distance. While the attempt may have been valiant, unfortunately it played quite perfectly into the nature of her skills. Where others saw only unabashed grime and lost causes, she envisioned its former glory. So in the same way she took pieces from the brink of ruin and meticulously removed debris to mend chronic damage- she intended to sort out his workspace.

With bins emptied and relined, she settled behind his desk, every bit of loose paper briefly reviewed before finding its place in a neat pile. In some cases she found it tricky to discern what was pertinent considering she supposed anything could be deemed pertinent in private investigation. “Samuel Wellington.” An American. Forty years old. Born 29 August. His most recent address was in the city limits…One answer triggered a series of others, information committed to memory after such a bewildering experience.

Trailing a few file names with her fingers, brows knit at what she viewed as egregious discrepancies. “How do you recall your cases best? By client name? Nature of the case?” Initial priorities shifted, gaze flitting towards the filing cabinets. Classic mistake. A light huff slipped past lightly stained lips, quick steps bringing her to the closest cabinet seeking to confirm her suspicion. Always start with the nest.