#im like a dog with a bone

[beifong-brainrot]

1, 3, 4, 7 weilin :)

Wheee someone's asking me about the rock boyfriends! 😊

1. Who is the better cook?

Bolin. Hands down Bolin. He's canonically a decent if not outright good cook. I can see him really enjoying cooking and food. Probably very excited to have so many ingredients at his disposal. But I imagine he can be a bit of a hoarder with food. He doesn't like throwing food out, even when it goes bad, because it feels like such a waste.. so Wei usually does this for him.

Wei has rich kid disease and grew up with a private chef. Can't cook for shit. Doesn't mean he won't try and make something for Bolin. Bo is touched by the gesture but wishes his boyfriend would stop tripping the fire alarm. He still eats the horrible, burnt foods Wei makes. Even though Wei keeps telling him to stop and he won't be upset if Bolin doesn't.

Eventually I feel like Wei and Bolin start cooking together. Which basically equates to Bolin doing most of the work while Wei stirs and chops stuff.

3. Are they into PDA? Who initiates most?

Oh absolutely! They're probably a very physically affectionate couple. Especially when in company of friend and people they trust because it's like the 1920s and folks weren't exactly nice to them queers at the time.

Bolin probably initiates most of the PDA. He's very affectionate regularly and probably even more so with a partner. He adores his boyfriend and wants everyone in a 5 mile radius to know.

Wei is probably more reserved with his affection. Probably doesn't initiate very outwardly romantic gestures but will often search out physical contact. He will, for example, just lean on Bolin or plop himself into his lap. Bo will linstinctively pet or cuddle or kiss him and that is what Wei is banking on.

4. Their favorite show to watch together?

Honestly, it pains me to say... Nuktuk. Definetly Nuktuk. Not only because it's like the only known tv show in universe.

I feel like it definetly started off with Bo being a goof filled wuth hot air over his show and really, really wanting to show Wei.

Wei ends up enjoying the silliness of it. And they absolutely cuddle and watch it to destress. Yes Wei also likes Bolin being half naked through it.

[And yes, before you ask, they have definetly brought, Nuktuk, hero of the South into the bedroom]

7. Who's clumsier?

It's hard to imagine either of them as clumsy in the conventional sense, due to their hobbies and skills. However, I think Bolin would better fit the term.

While he's very athletic and coordinated I can absolutely see him becoming overly animated and in his own world when excited. He gestures a lot while rambling and waves his hands in the air and forgets to look where he's going. He's definetly spilt many a tea while... spilling tea.

[saltcxrcle]

i've been obsessed with spn women?? so my new obsession is ruby. my god that woman is so- i start drooling every time i see a picture of her

-🪻

no bc same every woman whos been on the show is so so hot (what a shame the writers kill every single one off T-T)

NO BC SAME!! at first i didn't like her bc she was a demon and getting with my man sam (its fine now ive learned to share) but shes so pretty and i just wanna smooch her on the lips and have her ruin my life bc ik she will :)

[degenerateshinji]

did i fix it

[kitkat13001]

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 outro.

facing tempests of dust, i’ll fight until the end creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me now and forever, i’m your king…

⤷ satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

⤷ hurt no comfort!! 🙈 mentions of blood and injury, canon-typical violence, titled after the song by m83 (listen for best [worst?] experience)

you know your time is running out as you reach for your phone with trembling hands. your fingers nearly slip as you dial, slick with blood. you know the number by heart. 

satoru always picks up by the second ring. 

“hiii!! how’s my beautiful baby doing? kicking cursed ass i presume?”

the cheeriness of his voice is enough to bring a soft smile to your face. 

“yeah,” you manage, fingers curled tight around the gaping wound in your side. “not a goddamn one in sight…”

that part is the truth at least. every curse you’d been sent here to exorcise had left, abandoning your broken and battered body to die here. 

“you on your way home?”

home…now there’s a thought. you close your eyes for a brief second (though it feels like much longer) and envision it. 

satoru, waiting for you at the door like an overexcited puppy. the smell of dinner wafting throughout the house. he probably ordered your favorite to celebrate you coming home. probably invited his students, too. nanami, maybe if he could convince him to come. shoko might stop by, just to check on you and say hey. 

but at the rate you’re bleeding out, with how far you are from where you were supposed to be picked up? …you’d never make it. 

“baby?”

“i’ll see you—” you wince, biting your lip to keep from crying out as you shift. “—soon, ‘toru. don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head.”

“what’s wrong?”

you should’ve known there’s no fooling him. his voice has shifted from his special you-tone to crisis handling. he knows something is up. 

“nothing,” you try, but the pain is evident in your voice now. you did always hate keeping things from him. 

“where are you? i’ll come get you right now, just tell me where you are.”

things are beginning to blur and your eyelids feel heavy. “i…i don’t know. there’s…there’s trees? it’s getting dark, ‘toru…”

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” panic is rising in his voice now, and it sends a tinge of guilt to your bleeding stomach.“okay, don’t worry, baby. don’t worry, i’m coming. fuck, where was your mission supposed to be?”

you mumble something, and even you’re unsure of what you’re saying. 

there’s things moving and muffled voices on the line, and you call out weakly for satoru, just to hear his voice again. 

“i’m here.” his voice is breaking, and it’s not the static. “i’m here, baby, don’t worry. i’m on my way. i’ll get to you, i promise. don’t worry.”

you’re not worried, but you think the sentiment is more for himself anyway. you’re on your back now, and the sky looks endless. the blue has begun to fade into reds and oranges and pinks, dotted with green from the branches above you. maybe this isn’t such a bad place to die…

“i’m coming, sweetheart. i’m on my way, just stay with me, okay?”

you know his hands are shaking. you wish you could be there to squeeze them until he calms down.

“just…just stay on the line with me? please…?” 

he makes a faint choked noise. “always. i’m always here.”

your time is running out, you can feel it seeping through your fingers like the blood rapidly pooling on the ground. 

he’s babbling what seems to you like nonsense, his voice growing fainter and fainter. 

“stay with me, baby, please.”

you want to. god, you want to. 

“i’m here,” you echo, voice little more than a whisper on the evening breeze. “always here.”

there’s more muffled noises on the other end, but you’re becoming less coherent by the second. 

you lose sight of the sky, now turning dark, when your eyes flutter closed. 

you think you say “i love you.”

you hope he says it back. 

dividers by @/saradika-graphics — this one hurt. i have nothing but apologies to say for this one….

[lotus-pear]

got like five asks requesting aku or chuuya so i just drew them together🗿

[moonhibs]

Au where Julian is a child of divorce

[wheatcak3]

i realized it's been a while since i drew him in this fit 😌💖

also this is officially my last scheduled Wednesday post!! From now on I'll be posting whenever! :3

I've been in a bit of an art slump lately and I think I want to take some time to work on improving 🥹

Thank you for the 3ish years of weekly/biweekly posts! I'll see y'all in the next post that will quite possibly still be on Wednesday out of habit 😂🫡

[throwmethroughawindow]

the way i want to climb this man like a tree!!!!!😍😍😍😍 god I am so in deep w the Logan Howlett x Reader fics rn. He’s actually fucking PERFECT!!!

Give me your fic recs PLEASE😩😩😩😩😩💖

[foolsocracy]

being hyperfixated on something and applying it to whatever im learning in class is so funny. like wow what if little garth had rickets

[titsthedamnseason]

HAPPY LONDON N1 YALL!!! i can just feel this run of shows is going to be CRAZY. also if you haven’t realized hi it’s me juli titsthedamnseason and yes even under yet another new url i am hosting the surprise song game! the rules are simple: leave your guesses in the tags or replies and if you’re right i will give you a shoutout <3

i’m personally about to give the worst guesses ever but i already submitted them to mastermind so i feel like i have to stick with it. so im going imgonnagetyouback / better than revenge and robin / never grow up i definitely should be going with a london song or the black dog but hey. whatever

[oozeandgoo-art]

heard it's open season on yachts down here

[when-wax-wings-melt]

top ten funniest things is when someone tags my posts about keefe being toxic "anti keefe" or "anti sokeefe" as if i am not jumping for joy spraying confetti hugging the keefe cardboard cutout on my wall every time he does something that proves he's stuck in a cycle of craving appreciation and love from others yet fearing it the minute it's reciprocated, so badly that he self sabotages and inevitably ruins everything forever

[themintman]

Yk this was a silly doodle but then my tablet momentarily DIED died and I thought I lost this so I finished it out of spite.

DOGtor Trayaurus and.. uh.. UH.. Dan (I PANICKED I CANT THJNK OF ANY PUNS-)

[civetcider]

will NEVER understand people who are like "scary, i don't like this animal gross" and you ask them why and they just say "look at it, it could kill me :( " like SO? i asked if you like and respect them as fellow living things on this beautiful planet not if you would give it a hug brother

[stolenkissesdiaz]

shoutout 2x01 for giving us canon confirmation buck buckley has a praise kink 🙏 gave us a whole ao3 tag and everything 💜

[pixelizedprince]

A sleepy morning with Bishop and Emmrich; 1.5k

💀💀💀💀

m!elven rook x emmrich (gilf x gilf fans rise up)

fluff w/ angsty past relationships & fade to black shenanigans mentioned

pre-labelled relationship

oc companion mentioned (margaux, bishop's niece)

my old man elf has a big bushy mustache. i'm not sorry.

💀💀💀💀

The simulated mornings in the fade would never get easier on Bishop. The pseudo-sunrise gave no heat, the off-colored glow reminded him more of the coast before a thunderstorm than the golden rays he loved. The elf shrugged his robe closer, trying to keep the warmth of sleep on him as he puttered his way across the courtyard, up floating stone steps towards the kitchen. His mind wandered from the eerie glow of the “sky” to this morning's first few blinks of restless sleep into dim candlelight, supernatural in source as well, but much more welcomed. 

-

Bishop's good eye adjusted quickly, taking in the shadow of the figure he was tangled up with. Sheets wrapped around both their bodies. The taller man still slept, his usually pristine coiffed hair currently soft and natural, gently covering his brows. It took everything in Bishop not to trace over every line, every mark across Emmrich's sleeping face and neck; peppering more kisses like he had mere hours before. He decided against it, the weary mage deserved to sleep like the dead a little while longer. 

Bishop hadn't intended to stay in the Necromancer's chambers that evening, but after encounters with blighted beings the previous day, they had tested the limits of their ragtag guard. Emmrich insisted Bishop use the necromancer's self made disinfectant (a combination of hearth laurel, deep mushrooms, and some kind of enchantment. The smell was a tinge medicinal, sharp with magic, but also earthy); an old Nevarran blend for after working with the undead. The mage requested he personally check that none of their wounds went without care, and Bishop offered the same in turn…. the process had gone much later into the night than intended… 

Now breathing in the remnants of the odd almondy-earthy-magic spiced scent, feeling the warmth of the man beneath him, Bishop's heart fluttered. He was no stranger to the excitement of l̶o̶v̶e̶  companionship, but this was the first time in a long time it made him feel lighter, it was almost dizzying the way Emmrich had enchanted him in such a short time. The elf slowly pulled away and watched Emmrich's chest rise and fall, faintest snore following the rhythm. 

Bishop had been using his chest as a pillow, an intricately stitched pattern of his sleeping gown now temporarily traced over Bishop's cheek. He ran a hand across the delicate indents and grazed the shadow of a beard. Bishop had been too preoccupied with the recent run-ins with darkspawn to care about how his appearance had been the last several days. “Scratchy-” a comment muttered from the quivering lips of the necromancer the night before resurfaced in Bishop's mind and a flush bit his face and ears. He'd have to remember to shave the unwanted stubble this morning, else he'd get an earful from both Emmrich and Margaux about the importance of “self care” again. His niece had been all but too excited to tell the other man all about Bishop's “selfless to a fault” habits - the necromancer instantly joined Margaux in her ongoing battle to get her uncle to take care of himself. Bishop's eye gazed back down to Emmrich, admiring his immaculately thin mustache - a far cry from Bishop's own bushy lip. The candlelight of the study, soft, but enough to see the traces of bruises blooming across his jaw, neck, collarbones - gown hiding even more Bishop knew without a doubt were nested against Emmrich's lily pale skin. He also knew he fared no better. If he was to ask, the marks could be magicked away without a second thought, much like those from the battle the day before were worked out with trained hands. However, a scarf for a few fleeting days to keep the fluttering in his stomach was something the elf was choosing to remain selfish about. It made his chest tight to know without a doubt Emmrich's high collars wouldn’t just be his eccentric fashion choice, but a practical one as well. Echos of desperate pleas reminded Bishop the marks weren't only welcomed but hungrily requested. 

A gnawing feeling in Bishop's mind was trying to signal that this was foolish, that there were more important things at stake and there would be dire consequences for being distracted, but Bishop used a significant amount of energy to tell the wolf to shove it and the thoughts bitterly dispersed. He knew it wasn't all the unwanted passenger taunting those ideas though. Ghosts of his past had trained his heart to be wary. Everything about this c̶o̶u̶r̶t̶s̶h̶i̶p̶  f̶l̶i̶n̶g̶  r̶e̶l̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶h̶i̶p̶  connection had felt more real than anything he'd had in years. Bishop had found that Emmrich treated him in a way where the elf felt not just needed but wanted, and not just for the physical advances, but genuine quiet moments of intimacy, lingering glances, actual caring conversations. It didn't seem like this was only a quick fun thing to relieve the stress of their situation. Bishop was damn near as terrified to define this good thing as he was to take down the Gods of his kinship, but gods if he didn't wish to spend not just this moment but tomorrow and the day after that with the man who had allowed him to feel like himself for a few moments. Selfish, his niece demanded he be more selfish, so Bishop leaned in once more and kissed the temple of the resting man. He wanted this to be more, to be his, to be them together with Emmrich. 

The necromancer stirred from the kiss’ touch and his heavily lidded eyes caught Bishop's, a gentle smile instantly rising from his half conscious face. “Good morning my dear.” 

Bishop almost couldn't bear the weight of how those simple words twisted him even more madly i̶n̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶. The elf's own face bloomed into a giant toothy smile, bracing himself once more as he leaned across the bunk, kissing h̶i̶s the mage.

Emmrich leaned up into the kiss, chuckling at the sweet sight of the slightly flushed elf. Through half-lidded eyes, and though his body was still slow from sleep, Emmrich's teasing tone was quick, “It's with a heavy heart that I must rest a while more before I can go another round so early my dear. Though for you I'd try-” their mouths had barely parted when the necromancer sighed his words, reaching a heavily ringed hand to rest on top the one Bishop was leaning down on.

Bishop instantly turned his head and cleared his throat, the thought hadn't not crossed his mind, but it was going to be another long day and they both needed their energy for fighting for now… “As much as we'd both enjoy that-” Bishop linked digits with the hand that had fallen on top of his and pulled the knuckles to his lips, “-we should probably greet the others soon…” he kissed the rings, glittering like stars on Emmrich's hand, gemstones and ornate designs like an entire galaxy, and gave a gentle squeeze to the hand. “Dream a little longer Em. I will go get us some tea and a nibble and be back soon.” 

“A nibble? Why, Bishop, I do believe we had plenty of that last night.” The quirk of Emmrich's lips, framed by his dark mustache and Bishop was undone. The necromancer howled as Bishop pounced down into the crook of Emmrich's neck and rapidly kissed the mage, their laughter combining into a tender song. 

“Wicked,” Bishop tutted, “You are a wicked man Emmrich Volkarin. And I am powerless against your dastardly ways.” Through the laughter and shower of affection, their positions in the bunk had shifted. Bishop found himself now hovering, his face looking down upon the taller man. Calming from his laughing fit, Emmrich now lay flat on his back, Bishop essentially pinning him to the bed. Bishop could feel him taking in the sights, studying the elf like he was a new theory or spell. 

Emmrich looked up at Bishop like he was the universe. Emmrich's hands slid, with all the confidence of reaching for the stars and hoping to come down with one in your fist. The mage's palms found purchase cupping the elf's cheeks, thumbs running across Bishop's greying temples, curved cheeks, across the long scarred gash that ran a good length through his right eye. Emmrich was solving the equations hidden in his freckles, interpreting dreams from each of his wrinkles. Bishop felt like he was drowning, breathless and afraid, to be the subject of such dedicated and wordless admiration. Seemingly satisfied with his research, Emmrich hummed sweetly and closed his eyes once again,  head nestling back onto his silk threaded pillow. “I'd like black tea if it isn't too much trouble, Love.” His words were a whisper. 

Bishop swallowed and finally caught the air his lungs had been screaming for. Like he was freed from the sea’s cold grasp and allowed to gasp for anything other than saltwater. Bishop leaned down and carefully pressed his forehead against Emmrich's, closing his eyes. His hair framed their faces, a curtain of grey and black, a soft night's sky, to capture the moment of intimacy in a perfect bubble. Gods, this could be love, huh?