#is this OOC maybe

[feyascorner]

Astarion is such a girl dad nobody can tell me otherwise.

Would he be a responsible parent? Maybe. It depends on which act we’re looking at. He’d give her a doll and then a pretty knife for her birthday. But gods if he doesn’t absolutely wreak havoc with a little version of himself…

You would walk in on him having a tea party with his daughter, makeup messily smeared on his face and parts of his hair tied with pink rubber bands. He looks ridiculous crouched on a tiny chair, but he takes this tea party very seriously. Your daughter does too, it seems, as they chat about some imaginary society of stuffed animals and gossip about which stuffy was rude to another.

He’d also let her play dentist on his fangs, lying on the sofa while feigning a toothache so his daughter can “treat” him with random tools around the house. If you weren’t terrified she might accidentally cut herself on how sharp his teeth are, you’d think it’s adorable.

And when I say this man dresses her, I am not over exaggerating. He teaches her early on how to do basic sewing and adjustments to her clothes, but he’s also loves to buy her little frilly bows and such that he knows she’ll like. Dresses, scarves, gloves, you name it. He loves putting on a show, so why should his own daughter walk around in dreadfully boring clothing?

On one of the occasions you join in on their tea parties, he steps out of the room for a few minutes to grab something. When he returns, your daughter is fast sleep in your lap, and you smile down softly at her. The sight makes his chest swell.

“I think she has your nose, darling,” he says as he sits down beside you.

“Has your sass, though. I caught her staring at herself in the mirror the other day too.”

He snorts and you finally lift your head to look at him. His eyes flit back and forth between you and your daughter, his features gentle. “Do you blame her? Who wouldn’t want to take after all this?”

You stifle a laugh, careful to keep from waking her. Brushing the hair out of your face, he plants his lips to your forehead while soft snores come from down at your lap.

“I fear I’ll mess up with her,” he whispers against your cheek.

You shake your head, leaning it against his shoulder. “You won’t.”

Somehow, he feels himself trusting your words. He’s always found it easy to do so when it came to you.

[marsbotz]

i got sick a little while ago and this was all i could think about

[sun-marie]

an extremely self-indulgent comic set a little post-Veilguard, ft. a new baby wyvern for Lucanis <3

[technically-human]

He likes the drama

[fraternum-momentum]

based on @peachykindaok 's post that you can find here !

[spacespacespace]

The different robins reacting to Batman saying ‘it’s his city’:

Batman: This is my city.

Dick, who’s new to Gotham and just became Robin: oh alr then

(He fully believed Batman was telling the literal truth and thought he just owned the city for an embarrassingly long time)

-

Batman: You can’t do that, it’s my city.

Jason, who Batman just caught nicking his tires: No it’s fucking not.

Batman, a bit taken aback to why this little child was arguing back about this:… yes it is

Jason: yEs iT iS- do u have any certification proving that??? Hmm????

Batman:…..

-

Batman: It’s my city.

Steph: Ok so do I like get a share too then? 25%? 40%?? Actually we’re more like partners so maybe 50/50-

Batman: 😑😑

-

Batman: You do as I say. This is my city.

Tim: So you’re *some rich Gotham person*???

Batman: … who?

Tim: the technical owner of Gotham.

Batman: how do you know that??

-

Batman: this is my city

Damian: I-

Batman: *sigh* yes I know it’s in a metaphorical sense, I know I’m not the actual owner of Gotham

Damian: what are you talking about- of course it’s your city.

Batman, internally: *someone finally gets it at last-*

Damian: For you are superior to all and shall defeat any dare to say otherwise.

Batman: Damian no-

I always thought the ‘it’s my city’ line was a bit silly. Like no it’s not, you literally have no paperwork verified authority?? So I js imagined the robins would eventually humble him

[mddxmri]

happy holidays!!

[xxgoldie]

thinking ifa hates you bc he doesn't call you 'bro' meanwhile he's actively censoring himself bc he's got a crush on you and doesn't want to accidentally friendzone you

[sol-rust]

Wonky little comic for House's bday.. 🎂

[rathonk]

dont think about it

[minionsuncle]

a little something ive been thinking about. really wish razz was there to see her ascend ❤️

[the-hwaelweg]

It's baffling to me when people don't want to "yes and" in a fandom space. When they're like "no, you're wrong, this is how the characters behave and this is how it would go." Like sorry, but sounds like a skill issue to me. I have a boundless imagination and can imagine the blorbos falling in love in a million different ways 🤷‍♀️

[lacobus]

[ nsfw ] fun and games

tags: groping and teasing + mark using his strength to his advantage and your entertainment

☆ ... biting off more than you can chew is always fun with mark.

it's a lazy afternoon. mark hasn’t heard from cecil in hours, and he intends to take advantage of the radio silence while it lasts.

he lets himself drift in and out of shallow sleep. feeling the high noon sun fall over one of his outstretched legs. only barely hanging off the edge of his mattress and deliciously warm.

you’ve effectively glued yourself to him without much effort. clinging to his side and murmuring about something he can’t quite understand. your stories usually reel him in, but because of the precarious (lazy and cozy) circumstances, he finds himself compelled to close his eyes and lie so still he can feel the earth rotating on its axis.

whenever he closes his eyes for too long, you run your hands across his body. squeezing and groping the sinew of his muscles— playful and ridiculously endearing.

mark doesn’t think much of your hands and the way they roam his body. featherlight and curious as you appraise every part of him. his biceps first, then his pecs and then down to his abs.

he jolts when he feels one of your featherlight hands skim across the edge of his boxers. a finger tracing a line over his waist back and forth. coyly lifting up the garter band before letting it snap down.

he catches your offending hand, “whatcha doin’ ?”

you purse your lips, trying not to smile but failing. a lip splitting grin spreading across your face as his hand only tightens around yours.

“just exploring,” you sheepishly smile up at him.

he snorts, bringing up his free hand to rub the short lived sleep from his eyes. “totally nothing you haven’t felt or seen, yeah?”

“oh shut up grayson,” you wriggle to get even closer like you aren’t plastered to his side.

he still hasn’t let go of your hand, and you aren’t exactly backing down either. your free hand attempts to continue fiddling with the garter of his boxers but he easily engulfs your hand with his again.

“yeah,” he smirks at you with half lidded eyes. “two can play at this game too.”

with little effort he flips both of you so that you’re totally flat on the mattress.

“mark!” you exclaim when you feel his hands cup the figure of your waist.

he doesn’t look back up at you, instead he slides his thumbs into your shorts and hooks them into your underwear. teasingly tugging downward which makes you squirm.

“hey i’m just playing along,” he laughs in your face. “isn’t this what you wanted?”

you stick out your tongue, “well you aren’t really playing fair are you?“

he shakes his head, but shifts upward to kiss you on the forehead and then on your lips. “nah, but it’s fun isn’t it?”

mark only laughs— an incredibly sweet noise —when you let him take off your shorts and underwear in one fluid motion. only then does he let you fully dip your hand into his boxers.

[the-raindeer-king]

Okay, So I'm the only girl on my team at work. And I'm telling y’all, regardless of age or relationship status, guys absolutely get excited when you give them stuff. Even if they act like they don't. All I can do is imagine how this would work with the 141.

Like imagine you make Gaz a bracelet. It's nothing too crazy, just a single strand of green pony beads. It didn't even take a lot to make it. Just some small, homemade thing that you give to him while you've got some down time between tasks.

He absolutely lights up, smiling wide, eyes bright. He thanks you with a side hug and a kiss to your temple. It's more than what you were expecting, but you're not gonna complain.

You don't think much of it, and move on with your business, nearly forgetting about the bracelet… until Soap interrupts you at the gym, demanding to know why Gaz got one and not him.

You didn't think he wanted one, and you certainly didn't think he'd be so distraught over something so silly. So, you promise him a bracelet, and you deliver it to him the next day. A single strand blue bracelet.

Johnny's ecstatic, grinning like a kid on Christmas. He gives you a bear hug, and a messy kiss to your cheek, practically singing your praise as he leaves.

Price is next. But thankfully you don't give him a chance to ask. You had noticed the way his gaze lingers on the bracelets that Gaz and Soap have, the small frown he's got after talking to them.

You make him a yellow one, and drop it off on his desk with some paperwork. No need for all the fanfare or even the chance he might reject it. He doesn't. He does bring you your favorite drink, his way of saying thanks. And the yellow bracelet is on his wrist the whole time.

Ghost is last, only because you didn't think he'd want one. But ever since Price got his, Ghost has been waiting with baited breath for one. He's not going to outright ask, will even scoff if Soap or Gaz brag about it. But he wants one!

It's late, when he drops by your barrack, quiet when you open the door. It takes him a moment to gather the courage. But eventually, he holds his hand out, asking where his bracelet is.

When you admit you hadn't made him one, he's a little hurt. You're teammates. Why wouldn't he want one? But you invite him into your barrack, letting him sit with you as you make the bracelet. It's just black, his color of course, but he leaves, smiling under the mask.

Oh, and when you show up for the next briefing with your own bracelet, a repeating pattern of green, blue, yellow and black, no one comments on it. But it's hard to ignore the way they all smile at you, a soft look in their eyes.

[winkin-well]

IM ADDICTED TO MAKING THESE (Sinners tweets pt 5 + louistack cameo)

[hummise]

not really sure where i was going with this ?? they've just been on my mind recently