#i....love them a totally normal amount....

[nilouandnarimylove]

Personal headcanons for Tighnari, Cyno and Collei :)

Disclaimer: These are all my PERSONAL thoughts on each character and aren't meant to be taken as canon.

Tighnari

Starting off with my king, obviously (the obsession I have with this man is so unhealthy pls send help-).

I see him as being Pansexual. I don't think gender would really be a requirement for him to be attracted to someone (I'm projecting tbh).

Back in his Akademiya days, he used to have a horrible habit of neglecting his health for extra study-time. He thankfully improved and now puts self-care as a priority rather than optional.

Pretty popular headcanon, but he used to have longer hair back in his Akademiya days as well. He subconsciously grew it out because it looked similar to his father's, but once he moved to the forest he had to cut it since it would get in way. (F in the chat for Tighnari's hair😔).

I see him as either being cis-male or genderfluid.

Whenever he visits the grand bazaar, if he finds something that he thinks Collei would like he'll immediately buy it and leave it on her bed when he returns.

He's open to having his ears touched, however, what he doesn't tell people is that he enjoys it when they scratch that particular spot behind his ear. It's something of a guilty pleasure for him.

Has a few scars on his hands from digging in the dirt as a kid (he was a curious boy trying to look for treasures, unfortunately, all he found was sharp things).

Speaking of scars, also a pretty common headcanon, but he has a scar traveling down his left arm after the archon quest due to, yk, getting struck by lightning. I don't think the scar would bother him too much, as he would compare it to vines.

He grew up in Vimara village. His dad decided it would be best to raise a child there, since it would be easier on his ears.

After the archon quest, he didn't realize how much getting struck by lightning had traumatized him. It was only when a thunderstorm (I think he'd associate lightning with thunder since he heard thunder just before he got struck) passed through the village when he realized just how much it had effected him.

Don't think he's much of a crier. Not that he attempts to bottle up his emotions, I just don't think he's type to get too emotionally overwhelmed. (Not saying that it never happens, he's had his moments).

He feels most at ease when he's with his family and friends.

Refers to Cyno as his brother due to their close bond (I can't really call it a headcanon but I personally like the idea of them being childhood friends soooo).

Has actually has incredible artistic ability, due to drawing many sketches of different plants and organisms from a young age.

I don't think he'd ever admit it but somewhere, deep, deep, DEEP down, he has a soft spot for Cyno's jokes. He still hates them and finds them annoying, but since they make Cyno happy, and he knows the intent behind them, he can put up with it.

His love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of service (source? I'm literally hoyoverse-)

Cyno

Bisexual and trans. I don't make the rules (I do).

I do see him being on the neurodivergent spectrum.

My man is TOUCH STARVED. As a kid, I don't think he received much physical touch, mostly because he doesn't seem like a kid who would want it. It wasn't until Tighnari asked if he could give him a hug that Cyno realized just how much he was starved of physical affection.

Dogs have a tendency to be attracted to him for some reason. He doesn't mind though.

Became the General Mahamatra at a young age (in his mid-teem years) (I don't think if that's actually canon or not tbh).

Had a lot self-identity problems growing up. Regarding his power, Hermanubis, all that stuff. But nowadays he's perfectly happy and content with who he is.

He has a scar on the back of his neck that he covers with a choker. He got it during his first year starting as a Matra when he let his guard down and someone came from behind and cut the back of his neck. He was embarrassed he let that happen, and now wears a choke to hide it.

He's an impulse purchaser (mostly when it comes to TCG stuff).

Since he doesn't like to be vulnerable around others he doesn't know, whenever he finds himself seriously injured (rare occasion) rather then heading to the Bimarstan he always goes to Tighnari. Since Tighnari knows him the best out of anyone.

He will occasionally visit Candace in the desert, and drop off a large crate of toys for all the kids of the village. He never takes credit though.

A few scholars, who weren't intimidated by Cyno's presence and instead became entranced by him started a secret fanclub for him. He is completely unaware that this fanclub exists.

After the archon quest, he started frequenting the Grand Bazaar and Nilou and him became good friends :) Nilou helps Cyno with his emotions, while Cyno helps Nilou with staying on guard (guys I love Nilou, can you tell??).

As a kid, he had REALLY long and thick hair that reached almost all the way down to his ankles. Lisa eventually helped cut it (Cyrus....tried. But it got too pitiful to watch so Lisa had to step in).

He would never admit it, but the sole reason he covers one eye with his hair is because he was influenced by Cyrus.

Kaveh once sheepishly asked if he could do Cyno's hair, which he agreed. Now, whenever the four meet up for their weekly gossip Cyno always leaves with his hair in a new style (Cyno's personal favorite was braids that tied back into a small ponytail).

When he was a kid, Cyno would experience sleep paralysis due to the influence his powers had on him at that age. One night, he cried and cried because he was scared, but then, Nahida spoke in his mind and told him it would be okay, and told him stories until he drifted back to sleep (kind of like with Dunyarzad) (I'd like to think Nahida spoke to a lot of children, not just her). Unlike Dunyarzad, Cyno doesn't remember this experience.

Collei

I personally don't have a solid gender or orientation headcanon for her, but I do think she'd be open to both men and women. Possibly unlabeled.

Give my girl freckles.

Her handwriting is SO bad and only Tighnari and a select few can actually understand it (she's getting better though).

While she's studying and taking notes she doodles little plants in the margins. When looking over her notes, Tighnari will sometimes make a comment on it like: "nice illustration here" and then she gets embarrassed.

She once got emotional when Tighnari told her he was proud of her (are half of these just gonna involve Tighnari...).

She needs to feel useful almost all the time (in Cyno's second story quest when you say you'll show off your tent pitching skills and she goes "no that's my job D:" UGHHHHH I love her so much).

She has heterochromia, with one of her eyes being grayish and the other being purple.

After reading so many light novels from Inazuma, she started writing short stories of her own as a hobby. She tends to base the characters of her stories off of the people she knows without realizing it. Though she has fun writing these stories, she vowed to never show anyone.

A larger headcanon, but I'd like to think that when Collei grows older, instead of enrolling in the Akademiya, she becomes an adventurer and traveler! I'd like to think she realizes that she wants to see more of the world, maybe that idea stemming from meeting the traveler. After hearing countless stories of their trips, she realizes that she wants to experience those stories herself. (I also like to think she'd travel with Freminet as well but that's a whole other post).

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[vepppy]

guiding key ✨

[theokusgallery]

A bunch of fanart for @greenninjagal-blog's fics I either made during the weekend or never posted for some reason. Names of the fics for each image is in alt text -- in order, we have: 600 Pieces of Eight, Dead Men Break No Codes, Deja Vu (2 images), Details in Gold, and With an Enemy Like You (Who Needs a Lover?)

First image there is called "re-reading 600 Pieces of Eight". Because I'm normal about that fic and its Janus. Second picture is just there because I wanted to show off Virgil's face + I hate how Janus' body looks

And a very small Janus from A Cactus and Nothing More because I j. I just. love this fic so much. It's so cute and rmgjhlfkd.

[liberalk1tsch]

Drabble where Peeta isn’t hijacked when Katniss is shot in Mockingjay, and we see his reaction to it and he takes care of her and everything?

well this is gonna hurt. and just cos i prefer it, here’s it on ao3 too bc i 🫶🏻 pain

The screen goes black, but the shot continues ringing in my ears long after the cameras shut off.

Shot.

She’s been shot.

I feel Haymitch’s hand on my shoulder, leading me away. I feel numb as he pulls me around a few corners, down a set of stairs, and pushes me into some sort of room full of warm, whirring machines. I quickly recognize the room as one where I’ve previously stumbled upon Katniss hiding out in when she gets overwhelmed with her duties as the Mockingjay.

“What’s happening?” I ask frantically. “Is she okay?”

“Shut up, boy,” scowls Haymitch. “I’m trying to hear what they’re saying.” He’s still got the radio headset on that he was using to communicate with her only moments ago. I’m not sure if he’s switched to a different channel and is trying to listen in on the medics’ coms now, or if he’s simply trying to make out what they’re saying through Katniss’ microphone, but either way, whatever he’s hearing has left him with a furrowed brow and ashen face.

A few minutes of baited breath later, we have an update: the bullet didn’t penetrate her suit, thanks to Cinna’s design. She’s being transported to District 2’s clinic under suspicion of a ruptured spleen and broken ribs.

“Why isn’t she in the hospital?” I ask.

“Just ‘cause 2 is better off than 12 doesn’t mean they’ve got everything. She’s lucky they have a clinic for the peacekeepers. She’ll probably need emergency surgery for that spleen.”

“I need to go, I need to be with her,” I say. It’s not a question.

“You can’t —”

“If this is about my safety —”

“It’s got nothing to do with you, kid, and everything to do with her. She’ll probably already be on a hovercraft being transferred back here by the time you get there,” says Haymitch.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” I say helplessly, burying my face in my hands.

Haymitch sounds genuinely sorry for me when he says, “I don't know.”

I pause for a moment. “Haymitch, what if she doesn’t make it?”

“She will. She’s a fighter.” He stops, as if contemplating his next words. “She’ll come back to you in this world.”

There's something devastating about the way he’s phrased it. As if he knows what it is to lose the love of his life in this world, as if he’s holding out hope to find them again in the next. But it’s that very devastation that’s oddly comforting in a way that Haymitch so rarely is. He and I don't see eye-to-eye on most things, but — funnily enough — he’s the only one who seems to understand how I feel about Katniss.

I wonder if love’s a big enough word for my feelings for her.

When my dad was around, he understood the crush I had on her, but Haymitch knows what it’s become. Maybe even more than I do — or at least am willing to admit — sometimes. I never thought of him as a romantic guy, but he continues to surprise me, even now.

We don’t sleep, my mentor and I. And while it’s not the first sleepless night I've spent thinking about Katniss, it’s by far the worst. Nothing else can compare.

Not when I awoke to her lying in a pool of her own blood, and spent the next 36 hours making sure she didn’t die in my arms. Not when we were separated in the Quell, and I hacked my way through the forest, through mutts, through Brutus, following her screaming my name.

Not even the countless nights I’d spent in the Capitol with only Annie’s sobs and Johanna’s screams for company, holding on to a memory of her in an attempt to hold on to the remnants of myself.

I’d gotten used to abuse from an early age. Growing up in my mother’s household will do that to you. I knew how to retreat to the corners of my mind, to block out the pain. To react just right — not too strongly where it would invite her to prey upon my weakness, but not stoically enough to invite a harder blow either. I’d despised my mother my whole life for the way she treated us, Dad included. I never thought she’d be the only reason I’d survive Snow’s torture.

Well, not the only reason.

When I’d withdraw from reality to hide in my head, it was Katniss’ arms that I’d flee to. I could never tell her, she’d probably freak out too much if I did, but she brings me a comfort like none I’ve ever known. Even when I was laying on the concrete floor of my cell, doubled over in pain with my nose bleeding, my body and bones bruised everywhere that wouldn’t show on camera. Broken toes. Burns lacing my arms. Welts on my back from caning (I’d almost smiled when they brought out a proper, old-fashioned cane — didn’t they know a wooden spoon could do just as much damage?). And through it all, I’d just go back to that place. To her. To our last good day, on the rooftop of the very place they held me prisoner. Where I’d spent the afternoon with her head in my lap, my fingers in her raven hair. She pretended not to stare up at me, and I pretended not to notice. I told her I wanted to freeze that moment and live in it forever.

So that’s what I did.

Maybe not forever, but I lived in it whenever I could. Whenever I needed. Which turned out to be a lot more than I ever thought it would be.

I hide there now, the sun warming my face, watching as her nimble fingers expertly fashion the flowers in her hands into a crown.

Desperately trying to ignore the pit in my stomach at the idea that I might never see her again.

She'll return to me in this world, I remind myself.

Haymitch jerks his head up suddenly, eyes bloodshot, but alert. “She’s here.”

I move to stand, but Haymitch grabs my arm to pull me back down.

“She’s not in good shape, kid,” he says gruffly.

“I don’t care,” I say, wrenching my arm from his grasp.

He sighs. “Didn’t think you did, I just had to make sure you knew.”

I make a beeline for the hospital, Haymitch on my heels. I quickly realize I have no idea which room she’s in, but it’s no matter because as soon as we near the entrance, the doors burst open, revealing Boggs and a few other unknown faces from 13 pushing along an empty gurney, flanked on either side by medics, one of which I immediately recognize as Prim.

“Where is she?” I ask her, eyeing the empty gurney anxiously.

Prim stops, letting the others continue on without her. “She’s stable, Peeta. She’s all right.”

“I have to see her,” I say.

Even though I’m four years her senior, I feel like a child as Prim takes my hand and leads me and Haymitch through a maze of hallways to Katniss’ room.

Katniss lays in her hospital bed, but in spite of a few scary-looking tubes sprouting from her arms and alarmingly large bandages banded across her torso, visible through her paper thin gown, she looks extraordinarily normal. Paler than I’ve ever seen her, but her nonetheless. Alive, and so so beautiful.

I take the first deep breath I’ve had in hours as I sidle up to her bedside. “Prim, what can I do?”

She’s in that haze she goes into whenever she’s healing someone. I know it well, it’s the same one I go into whenever I’m painting. I know her first instinct is to tell me to buzz off, but something about my presence has cracked the glazed look in her eyes, and I know she’s speaking to me as a sister — not a medic — when she places my hand in Katniss’ and says, “Stay with her. Please.”

“Always,” I mumble, my words barely audible as I take a seat in the chair beside her bed.

I’ve given this answer before. To Katniss, as she drifted off into the clutches of sleep syrup. I wonder if she remembers it. She probably doesn’t. There’s a lot she doesn’t remember. A lot she doesn’t know. Like how I had stayed until dawn, until Prim relieved me of my vigil.

Prim exchanges a look with Haymitch before giving my arm a friendly squeeze and leaving us alone with our girl.

I cup her face in my free hand, brushing my thumb over her cheek, causing her to stir lightly, her fingers twitching infinitesimally. “I’m right here, Katniss.”

Haymitch takes up the seat opposite mine, giving me a wary once-over. “You okay, kid?”

“I will be when she wakes up,” I say honestly. “I just . . .” I hate being vulnerable with Haymitch, and I’m sure he hates it just as much as I do, but it doesn’t do any good to lie to him about how I feel about Katniss; he has a way of cutting straight to the truth with me, and always has — ever since the first day we met. “I really do love her, Haymitch. I always will. In any way that she’ll have me. And this is terrifying.”

Haymitch gains a distant look in his eyes, as if he’s looking through me instead of at me. “You love her like all-fire, huh?”

All-fire? “Something like that,�� I say, rubbing the back of my neck bashfully. All-fire. I hadn’t heard anyone use that word in years. The last time I’d heard it had probably been from Katniss’ dad. I’d never really understood what it meant either, but now that Haymitch has said it, it feels fitting.

Haymitch continues to stare through me for a moment before finally breaking away his stare. He pushes his chair into the corner and snags a hospital blanket from the foot of Katniss’ bed. I shoot him a look, but he just shrugs. “What? It’s not like she’s gonna notice.”

He turns out the harsh fluorescent lights before curling up in his chair, tucking the blanket up to his chin and closing his eyes, leaving only a single candle burning on her nightstand.

I’m getting pretty tired myself, but I can’t bring myself to sleep.

All-fire.

I hold Katniss’ hand in both of mine. Her hand’s still warm.

Still her.

Still here.

All-fire.

I think maybe it’s the kind that blooms brighter in the dark, when there’s no one left to watch us, to scrutinize our every move.

So I sit in the quiet glow, and I wait for her to come back to me.

[floramau]

Y si los muertos aman, después de muertos amarnos más

[powertaco]

Happy Holidays from the DWR Gang

From the incredible @amelia-yap AND @galdsy have the goobers celebrating the holidays!

[tropicalcontinental]

Human fear is the window to the soul or whatever ://

[jomadis]

I sculpted him a few months ago in a pottery class, but only recently did I have time to finish him-- here's Chibiterasu!!!! My son. My boy. A good boy. Please CapCom make more Ōkami ;W;

[bevirspnsblmnt]

Did Astarion ever confess his original plan to Khael? How was his reaction to Astarion needing to abstain from sex because of the feelings it brought up for him?

(I absolutely love Khael. He is adorable and I would like to give him many hugs if that’s ok ❤️)

maybe the dark urge was the asexuality we realized along the way. but jokes aside, Khael is cool as a cucumber about it, of course! that's like the most natural thing to him - after all he never actually initiated sex with astarion at any point (even in the game! it was so fun when I noticed!) and waiting for him to feel comfortable in that kind of intimacy again was no issue at all (also, fun that they both feel comfortable doing it again in a graveyard, very romantic of them lmao). (also I like to imagine this is the moment both of them went "maybe I don't experience sexual attraction like the rest of the people around me" and just - rolled with it.)

(heres my personal headcanons for both of them - khael is demi and astarion is grey-asexual)

[stef-rambles]

sampard brainrot of the day:

Sampo finding a pretty silver earring with a cute small aquamarine + sapphire pendant, really just a tiny + almost plain accessory, but all the more reminding him of Gepard, so ofc he has to get it + gift it to Geppie

and Gepard wears it every single day after that

everyone notices -bc since when does the Captain wear jewelry?- but no one dares to say a word

except Serval, who bluntly asks him who he got it from + as Gepard tries to stutter his way out of giving her a straight answer, face flushed, she just smirks + says "they have great taste, it suits you"

he just blushes harder + mumbles a shy "th-thank you" then

bonus:

when Sampo catches a glimpse of Gepard somewhere out of the shadows, he immediately smiles like a lovestruck fool, seeing that his beloved is actually wearing his gifted earring- and even proudly so :]

[urban-witch101]

Inktober #27, Older Isafrin but not quite so old this time. Like fiveish years post canon. I picture Isabeau being more "himself" and Siffrin becoming much happier. Both are in therapy. I want them to laugh together every day okay-

[fratercrucis]

the relationship between sam winchester and jared padalecki is very important to me. I need to see jared and sam interact talk chat drive whatever I need them to be together and cheer each other up and share their stories with each other and have a blast. they're so pleasant to each other 😌

[thenightshadowqueen]

New play premiering tomorrow???

[hayaku14]

cute baby boi 🥺🥺💖💖🥰 SEXY BOI RAAHH 🥵🥵💦

💖💖🥰🥰sweet boi🥺🥰😚 💦🥵GLOVE TIE💦🥵😳🔥

🥺👉👈holds gently💖🥺💖 🥵😳HAIR PUSHED BACK

💖🥰💖💖😚protect🥺💖💖. 🔥💯😳😳FUCK🥵💦😳🔥

[alkeneater]

I'm totally NOT obsessed with him to the point of making him my god

anyone who thinks otherwise will be cursed /j

anyways i was just having fun with gouache 💙🤲 honestly i suck at traditional art sorry for this