#iske

[musky-potato]

네가 내 옆에 있으니까 이제 모두 다 괜찮아질 것 같아...

[wintrymood]

Iske Van Omerta when he was younger. The manhwa made me cry a lot.

[mugenn]

i reread the whole of how to get my husband on my side to prepare myself for ruby and iske’s comeback but i fear i am still not ready for the angst

[pearl-wasps]

The first one was supposed to just be wearing socks but

Oops oh well

[sherlock-is-ace]

Can we please talk about how Maggie and Nina in season 1 played the nuns making the baby switch. With the iconic missunderstanding wink scene.

where it explicitly says what each of them thought the wink meant to the other, and how in reality it meant something completely different. And that missunderstanding almost brings down the end of the world?

And then in season 2, Maggie and Nina are the characters with the best communication in the show. Who sit Crowley down and give him a chat about how Aziraphale and him just don't talk to each other, don't communicate.

And that leads to the biggest missunderstanding Crowley and Aziraphale ever had? Bringing down the end of their world, the end of each other?

Can we talk about that please?

[joejoeba]

[whump-queen]

a trope I love and don’t see nearly enough: when a battle/fight breaks out but nobody bothers to free the prisoner.

whumpee is just stuck chained up or tied down while chaos erupts around them. perhaps dangling from the ceiling, or locked to the floor on their knees, all while getting grazed with arrows or bullets that just barely miss them. or maybe they don’t miss.

whumpee getting pummeled into when one assailant’s body slams another. someone else’s blood spattering whumpee’s face when one stabs another.

the captivity has left them so weak. maybe they’re barely conscious of the commotion around them, dazed eyes flitting over flying fists and spattered blood.

do they cry out for help? is there anyone they can trust here? do they dare? does anyone care? can anyone even hear them over all the commotion?

are their friends trying to rescue them? or is it just another team who wants whumpee to themselves? if their friends are trying to save them, whumpee is now they’re just stuck watching their friends get hurt by whumper’s goons and being unable to do anything about it but cry out to them and tell them they’re sorry. they shouldn’t have come. they’re so sorry.

terrified whumpee yanking at the restraints and begging their friends to turn back. that it’s not worth it. to leave them here and surrender, retreat, to escape while they can before they end up just like whumpee, chained up and useless and utterly helpless to whumpers whims.

I like the idea of a whumpee panicking when they see their friends coming to rescue them. they know there’s no chance they’d win, not against whumper. that was the only solace whumpee had, that at least their loved ones were safe, and now they’re watching that slip away with every team member captured before their eyes.

the guilt, the panic, the helplessness, I love it all.

[kiyomisworld]

wyd if me and gng pull up like dis

[grinsgrimmy]

hi! i love your content so much :’) can i request a drabble?

Manhwa: How to Get My Husband on My Side (or How to Win My Husband Over)

Character: Iske Van Omerta x Reader

Prompt: Reader giving Iske a handmade bracelet.

Any information: make the bracelet pink :’) and end it with the duchy’s reaction seeing Iske with a pink bracelet on his wrist hehe

thank you so so much for writing! i can’t wait for more of your content! happy writing! 🩶

Ｇ Ｉ Ｆ Ｔ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖨𝖲𝖪𝖤 𝖵𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 drabble . (1036 words)

sum. you made a bracelet for iske. he can't help but like the gift way too much than he should

note : thank you for the request and kind words, anonie! i literally screeched in my dorm when i read your request bc it's so cute. i unfortunately went over word limit again...

drabble request slots have reopened !

ㅤ⪩⪨ m.list

iske would do anything to make you happy.

even if it meant falling for your silly whims that you pulled from god knows where.

he owlishly blinked as your fingers worked around his wrist, attaching something to it with a giddish smile on your lips. whatever it was, he barely protested against it when his eyes fell upon that smile that made his knees weak.

he was in his own world as he stared blankly at your lips. you were so close, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating off of you. it was enough to keep him rooted in place, admiring your facial features as you busy yourself with attaching something to his wrist.

“done!” you announced proudly, stepping back to admire your work. only then did iske glance down at his wrist to see a delicate bracelet.

a pink bracelet.

the bracelet wildly contrasts with his dark, rugged attire. speechless, he was left blinking at the bracelet he deemed incredibly fragile.

one wrong move by him and it would probably break.

“odd choice of colour,” he piped up, his tone a little incredulously, but held no protest against it. you tried to stifle your laughter at his reaction.

he gave a deadpan to you, who was clearly trying not to laugh. iske ignored the mischievous glint in your eyes, “you made it yourself?” he asked, not daring to move the bracelet. you nodded excessively, “mhm! it took me a while to make it.”

you lowered your sleeve to show him a matching pink bracelet on your wrist. “now we're matching!” you teased, your eyes twinkling with glee, “if i look at it, then it'll remind me of you, and when you look at it, it'll remind you of me!”

cute.

iske immediately thought as he stared at your beaming face.

a little red tinged the tip of his ears.

he hummed, “my wife's talent exceeds me once again.” he murmured to himself with affection. a reminder of you— his clever, whimsical wife who brought colour to his otherwise gray world.

you huff proudly, laughing to yourself. you failed to witness the way iske's gaze softened at your words. he moved his wrist around, admiring the simple charm of the bracelet.

a small smile of amusement and fondness graced his lips. "i'll cherish it,” he vowed, his voice low and sincere. he slowly raised his wrist to his lips and kissed the pink bracelet.

you felt your heart skip a beat, flustered as the realisation hit you. his kiss on the bracelet held the same meaning as if he had kissed you directly. you began to stammer, searching for words, which depended on Iske's amusement.

he leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. “thank you, my wife,” he then whispered into your ear softly. the sudden closeness caught you off guard, and you let out a surprise squeak, which earned yet another dry chuckle of amusement from iske.

iske adjusted the sleeve of his fit. he blinked, watching the sleeve obscure the delicate bracelet, hiding it.

feeling an unexpected pang of dissatisfaction at seeing it obscured, iske folded his sleeve, letting the bracelet sit visibly against his skin.

a small smile touched his lips as he admired the bright band that stood out alongside his usual stoic appearance.

the rest of the day went on. the people of the duchy found themselves utterly baffled. iske strode through the halls, displaying the pink bracelet around his wrist with his sleeve folded up to his elbow.

he ignored the whispers that followed him whenever he went. this was their notorious stoic lord, after all— one who rarely showed warmth—

and yet there he was, proudly showcasing the delicate, handmade bracelet in the bright shade of pink.

you were at the knights' training grounds with iske's sister, ellenia.

everyone immediately knew it was given by his wife.

you tried your best to fight the urge to flee out of embarrassment as iske came down the field with the bright bracelet still on his wrist, as if showing it off.

the knights all surrounded iske, they could barely contain their laughter and teasing grins as they all fawned at the sight of him with a bright pink bracelet.

iske's annoyance began to rise. “something wrong with it?” he asked, his voice flat yet holding a clear tone of warning. the knights had grown bold as always.

they all stifled at his clear signs of warning and saluted at him, “nothing wrong at all!” they all chimed simultaneously, hurriedly going back to training.

“wife,” he walked to you and raised his wrist to you. he looked at you expectantly, “take it. i don't want to ruin it when i train.”

iske did not want to take it off himself since he was worried his strength would have broken it.

it was too fragile in his eyes.

iske did not want to destroy a gift made by you.

you reached out immediately, fingers brushing against the soft threads of the bracelet as you slowly slid it off his wrist.

when you slipped the bracelet off and gently placed it in your palm. daringly, you took a deep breath and leaned in to plant a kiss on iske's forehead.

he turned his head towards you and nodded, taking your hand to place a gentle kiss on it before returning to the middle of the field to bark orders at the knights.

you could hear the knights whistle at the sight, which earned a harsh glare from iske— forcing them to be quiet almost immediately.

you could not help but notice ellenia, who was standing beside you— had a slight sulk that you could have missed if you were not that observant.

her stoic demeanor did not quite mask the hint of envy in her eyes as she watched the exchange. you brain immediately clicked at why she was sulking.

with an amused smile on your lips, you chime teasingly, “so what colour does ellen like?” chiming with a teasing grin.

ellenia huffed, looking away with her ears tinged red. “anything from you,” she said curtly with a tiny frown that resembled a pout.

“okay~” you say happily, which made her huff again, this time with satisfaction.

this was home.

and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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[a-weepin-willow]

Know the difference!! ^v^

Happy Frin!! :)

”I am desperately hanging on to this last glimmer of hope that I’ve fabricated in my mind just so that I can have anything to keep me going in this eternal prison I have created for myself” Frin!!

[justneine]

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[musky-potato]

Kisses

Where they'd usually kiss their wives (aside of the back of their hands and lips).

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Iske Van Omerta

Cheeks, temples, eyelids, nose

I'd imagine him to be one who's fond of giving a gentle few pecks to Ruby's cheeks. A kiss to her hands or lips is plenty normal. But at times, when he finds her to be adorable or he's currently in the mood to tease her, he'd usually go for her cheeks and temple, sometimes even a light peck to the small of her nose to trigger a slight flush to her cheeks. A kiss to her eyelids was often done moments after he was awakened first in the morning as he looked for Ruby on his side, who's still deep into her sleep. He'd stay still, all quiet, as he observed her face. Sometimes smiling in fond amusement at the slight twitch on her nose or low mumbling of words as he waits for a while before begrudgingly forcing himself to leave the warmth of hers to finally attend to his duties for the day.

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Killian Rudwick

Temple, forehead, hair, ears

A kiss to either one of the shells of his wife's ears whenever he is in the mood to tease her. Something that's akin to a newly found habit of Killian that first started right after he found out that his wife's ear is one of her (if not most) sensitive spots, before talking to her in a low, sensual voice just to get a rise out of her. Kisses on the forehead or temple, meanwhile, were usually given as an affectionate greeting from him whenever they encountered each other while attending to each of their own duties within the manor. Though the kisses on her temple were specifically, more often than not, were usually accompanied by a tight hug and tend to linger longer than the former.

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Masterlist

[nocofamilyau]

uhhh yeah sure hold on...

whipped this up just to have a reference, nothing too special...

bugger ir ill throw some floor plans that have been eating away at me for ages too

(these were mainly made so I at least have something consistent to fall back on,,)

you'd think a more slice of life au wouldn't be that much work and then you're making floor plans and looking up Canadian adoption laws and how Dissociative Identity Disorder shows up/works in kids

[everyonesadoptivedad]

Jeremy Knox the himbo man that you are

i stopped drawing bc i have 2% left sorry if it is unFINISHED

[kaibaspuppy]

eep. i won't ever finish this. original by @punkitt-is-here

[lovethelittlerthings]

i cant get over art and patrick's tennis back and forth in the last scene sounds so much like their having sex with each other. the grunts, the groans, and the ball imitating the skin slapping like WTFF i will never view tennis the same way again. it's a relationship fr, it's intimate, it's lovemaking, it's sex.