#idk they're cute

[dominicatale]

In her free time, Nika likes to watch My Little Ponies on Mr Puzzles.

While he likes to look at her at this time.

[anderwater]

#bisma and amina : mom friend and baby member

[scarletslippers]

For the ask prompts: nace with hand holding while driving and hand kisses? Thank you thank you! 💛

Happy premiere week!!!

I've been wanting to write a little something around this BTS picture from Kennedy but never got around to it. Someone shared it again and here I am. Read on AO3

Hand holding #34 - holding hands while driving, and Kissing #2 - hand kisses

“What do you think, Ace?”

“Hmm?” Ace startles, embarrassed at being caught not giving this conversation his full attention. 

Nancy tilts her head quizzically, mouth opening to repeat herself but Bess jumps in to save his ass.

“Nick’s theory about some of the injuries being caused mechanically. Does that line up with what you observed in the autopsy?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. That makes sense.”

“That’s good to hear. Because that means that—”

Ace zones out again as Nick expounds on his theory. Nancy is fully absorbed, eyes lit with mystery, her hand tucked under her chin to prop it up. Say what you want about Icarus Hall’s spooky lighting, but she does look beautiful in it. 

Surreptitiously lifting his phone, he peeks the camera just high enough over the edge of the table to capture the moment. Ace manages to snap the picture just before being interrupted by an elbow in his ribs from Bess. 

“What are you doing?” she hisses. “Pay attention.” 

“Sorry,” he whispers back, trying to quickly tuck his phone out of sight. 

“Are you taking pictures of Nancy?” 

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[peeyousch]

they are serving cunt, your honor

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday!! For DADWC this week I'm absolutely enamored with the Thalia & OC option 😂 Please, I would love Thalia and Saeris going on an adventure (if you want!). I'll send two prompts just in case. But how about the prompt: "camping with friends" and "the echo of footsteps"? (Maybe a spooky vibe?)

HI GIN HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!

I thought they deserved to kiss. But there's also a cliffhanger, to leave room for more of the actual "adventure" part 😅 I hope I've done Saeris justice!

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1373

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The campfire crackled late into the evening. Thalia sat outside her tent long after the stars came out, listening to the crickets and stroking the feathers on Saeris’s bird, Efa. 

Saeris himself had been quiet most of the day. He was giving her space, she could tell. She could also tell he wore his opinions concealed not too far below the surface of his face. They were grumpy and disapproving. 

Thalia sighed. This trip — though on paper a reconnaissance mission for the Inquisition several miles due east of their outpost in Crestwood — was, at least on some level, meant to be fun. A chance for the two unlikely friends to catch up. But Thalia had been solemn and taciturn since they set out, and the Antivan elf, with his soft and handsome features turned into a frown, must know something was wrong. 

He sat nearby, letting his bird perch on her shoulder, and stared in to the flames. The fire reflected on his long, silky hair. Neither spoke for a long time. 

“I went hawking when I was young, back at my family’s estate,” Thalia offered at last — a tiny bit of small talk. “Maybe that’s why Efa has taken a shining to me.”

Saeris raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He was often quiet until something needed to be said, and one look told Thalia he knew it wasn’t hawking that was truly on her mind.

Thalia groaned. “Are you just going to give me silent judging looks all night?” 

“I’m not judging,” Saeris said flatly. Clearly judging. 

“Well, that do you want me to say?” Thalia retorted. 

“The thing that’s got you preoccupied.” Saeris’s voice remained unchanged. 

Thalia let out a sigh, her stomach turning into knots. “You’re not going to like it.”

Saeris shrugged. This was not a concern for him. She was hurting, and that was enough. Thalia was not sure if this measure of compassion was due to his cultural upbringing, Dalish or Antivan, or it was simply the way he was. She had peppered him in the past with questions about his — in her eyes — exotic origins, and he always answered truthfully enough, if somewhat bemused. 

Thalia raised her fingers for Efa to climb onto, and scooted across the blanket she’d laid out on the grass to deposit her back with her owner. The bad storms that had been passing through the area some weeks before had dissipated, leaving brilliantly clear, if chilly, nights behind. 

“It’s… well, it’s Blackwall,” Thalia said, and watched him tense. “Now you know why I didn’t want to say anything!” 

Saeris shook his head in a way that Thalia could not quite parse — he could have been angry, disappointed, exasperated. All three? Her heart thumped with shame. 

“Look,” Thalia said, “I know you don’t see eye to eye with him…”

Saeris grunted in lieu of agreeing.

“…but he’s the best knight I have,” Thalia continued. She wondered how this had turned into defending Blackwall, even as her mind swarmed about the things that had transpired between them. “No matter what happens, I don’t want to lose him.” 

Saeris took a slow breath, stroking the soft feathers on Efa’s breast. “What did he do?” 

It was more what Blackwall hadn’t done that had Thalia’s heart tied up in knots. “Well, first he invited me to the Storm Coast…”

She recounted the strange tale of the Grey Warden’s invitation, choosing to leave out the expectation on her part what exactly she’d thought Blackwall had wanted from her on that trip. She wasn’t sure why. Saeris didn’t seem the type to care much about a lady’s honor and other outdated modes of chivalry, but the thought of disclosing it suddenly made Thalia shy. Not that it mattered — Blackwall had been nothing but gentlemanly on that trip, confusing as it was. It wasn’t until their return to Skyhold that he’d appeared unannounced in her quarters, breaching all sorts of protocol, to grab her for a passionate kiss… 

Saeris’s brow lowered as she recounted this bit, as did the corners of his mouth. When she got to the part about refusing Blackwall, he nodded decisively. “Good. That was the correct thing to do. He had no right.” 

“Perhaps not,” Thalia admitted, gazing skyward to the cold stars, “but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.” 

Saeris stared into the burning embers of the campfire, his long silky hair trailing over one shoulder. He had the longest hair of any man Thalia knew, and was one of the few people she knew who also sported a tattoo on his face. Though in her understanding, the Dalish wore them by choice, unlike the mages of the Ostwick Circle. Thalia gazed at his vallaslin, seeming to glow in the firelight, and wondered what that was like — to choose. 

He noticed her looking and caught her eye. Thalia averted her gaze quickly, jolting as if burned. She felt, abruptly, both too hot and too cold. 

“I think there’s someone out there for you,” Saeris said at last. “Someone much better than Blackwall.”

Thalia swallowed thickly. Did that mean what it seemed to? Or was he just being a supportive friend? She glanced back at him; he was still watching her with his intent gaze. She wished she wasn’t so hopeless at gauging men’s intentions. She had gotten the sense that Saeris was both more worldly and more wise than her; perhaps he merely pitied her? The thought was mortifying. 

“Oh, yeah?” she shot back, perhaps a bit too brashly. “Are you volunteering?” 

Saeris’s eyes widened, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I wouldn’t think I’m your type.”

“I don’t discriminate against elves, if that’s what you mean,” Thalia huffed. 

Saeris chuckled. “No, not that.” He gestured toward his face. “I’m significantly less hairy.” 

Thalia let out a barking laugh. “Are you sure? What you lack in beard you make up for in long flowing locks.” 

“My entire body is about the width of Blackwall’s arm,” Saeris continued. Despite his near deadpan tone, he was definitely teasing her. 

“I don’t mind,” Thalia shot back, drawing nearer to him. 

“Are you sure? I would think maybe someone more strapping, like Commander Cullen—”

Thalia kissed him. Efa squawked and flew from Saeris’s shoulder. 

There was a moment of surprise where neither seemed to know what to do. His face was smooth where Blackwall’s had been rough and bristly, and he was quite thin in comparison, she thought, her palm pressing to his clavicle to steady herself. But his hand was soft and found the nape of her neck and his kiss was tender and it felt nice. Uncomplicated. The very opposite of the fevered, fraught embrace she’d shared with Blackwall. 

The moment lingered, the kiss turning into several small, exploratory ones in quick succession. Saeris seemed unhurried, which made her feel better. She no longer got the sense he was humoring her. 

He pulled her closer. He put her fingers in his hair while he put his mouth on her neck. Thalia let out a small noise of pleasure. She wanted to urge him on, but over the labored sounds of their breathing came another noise: the heavy trod, it seemed, of footsteps beyond the camp. 

She put her hand on his chest to stay him. “Shh. Saeris. Do you hear that?” 

Saeris slowed, planting a kiss on her ear before straightening and tilting his own head. “Mm. I suppose it must be Blackwall, come to kill me.” 

“Witty.” She swiped playfully at his arm, though her mirth was fleeting. They were in the middle of the forest, all alone. Anyone approaching the camp could not be considered a friend. 

They listened in silence for a few minutes but the footsteps seemed to vanish as quickly as they appeared. Thalia studied Saeris thoughtfully. “Do you think we ought to follow? To confirm it’s no threat?” 

Saeris sighed, disentangling himself from her arms. “I suppose it would be too much to assume it was a friendly forest voyeur.” 

“Are there many of those where you’re from?” Thalia asked, vaguely horrified. 

“No.” He stood, brushing bits of grass off his breeches. “You ought to bring your staff, just in case.” 

[blindhades]

my friend @i-cross-my-legs-justlikeaqueer made me a phone charm (i think that's what they're called??) matching his bracelet !! and i think y'all deserve to see them

[ekleipsi]

empyreous asked: Irresistible from aoi

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

--

--- It was rare that the Sun and Moon got a chance to go out together, just them. Eclipses were already hard enough to come by and it was so often that company was spent in equal time with Star and Void; but dinner on their own was lovely. It wasn't anything so fancy as a restaurant, but simple Take Out so they could pull a blanket in clear meadow and lay back, the combined natural glow between the both of them provided plenty of light such that candles weren't needed and the spread of appetizers and food between them was filling.

--- It was comfortable, and filled with laughter and idle touches. Contact, in all forms, irresistible- a brush of shoulders, a squeeze of fingers. Rapid beat of heart in her chest at the proximity. ' It's nice, being out like this. The sky is pretty! ' a simple observation, though one they both knew already. It was sunset- dusk, really. Right when reds and oranges blended seamlessly with purples and blues. ' My favorite time of day... ' a dreamy hum, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she leaned back and stared upwards.

--- ' I'm so full! ' a stretched, lazy, before Moon case a glance at features with a sly smile upon their lips.

--- ' Are you? That just won't do, if you're so full, we couldn't possibly enjoy the tantalizing throes of passion tonight. It'll hurt you little tummy. ' they teased with a smirk, causing sunburst optics to widen slightly before she fixed companion with a mock glare, attempting to pinch at their arm with a huff.

--- ' That's not true! It just needs to settle a little, and then I'll keep you up all night, my Moon. ' she teased in turn, a pout upon her lips at the implication that they'd not be intimate. Partner's fingers brushed their own, and she was quick to squeeze, holding to their hand with a hum and giving a small tug before the other was leaning over their prone frame with a broadening grin. ' What!?'

--- ' Nothing, you're just so...irresistible. Laying out like this, it's almost like we had dessert delivered, too. ' teasing words spilled out and caused cheeks to darken just a hint before they were leaning down. Zaahm immediately closed eyes in anticipation of a kiss, lips puckering expectantly when she felt the brush of Aoi's nose...the ghost of their lips, only to gasp aloud when they pulled away.

--- Instinctively she leaned up, attempting to follow the retreat of lips before eyes opened once more with a wrinkle of nose. ' You're just being a tease! I'll get you for it, you know. ' a grumble, palm darting out to cup cheek so she could brush thumb along the apple of as much. Loving...so loving. ' Later, at least. One day. '

[ashmanechimera]

Scried a few of my dragons as aethers

[ficsinhistory]

man this was my ship back the day

the hurt/comfort genre was invented for them

[lunarwednesday]

be mine.

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi x Arknights Collab - Delicious on Terra

[dr-wormman]

I don't know what to write for a caption just look at them

[micamone]

hewwo

[spicy-apple-pie]

Pov your mom and dad are fighting

based off this low res comic panel lol

[silusvesuius]

baby👶 drawings. these are very dear to me rn.. 2nd pic is my Nelavis with @barvin0k's Varonur 🩵 last one is a baby bosmer and snow elf, hairiest of them all. although the bosmer was meant to be my girl Barletta too lols

[wasyago]

squeaky_toy_sound_effect.mp4