#it brighten up my day :)

[l1-b1]

Nya’s different Dragons rising suits so far!!!!

[juniemunie]

If we're not giving up, don't give up wherever you are.

That's a promise.

[digimitsu-art]

Inktober2024 Day 18

I Draw Monsters If you like my art, please consider checking out my stuff and following me. It is greatly appreciated! ✨ Much thanks!

Beelzemon

[satans-knitwear]

Pwetty new glasses!!! I shall use them for evil purposes (seeing things.)

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[missingsunlight]

dnf talk about……. the weather !! (*'▽'*) 💙💚

[sartorially]

This is what happened on my dash when I saw your post xD

His influence...

[anymethynker]

Literally couldn't help myself from drawing the two shittily at work, I just keep on thinking about them screeching like birds when they see each other.

[illiana-mystery]

Oh my gosh. I love Wolf so much already! 😍

[cementcornfield]

https://youtu.be/pKnAtIVhZGo?si=q5jHhQSdx1EGKblN

Ja’marr saying that just Joe being present uplifted the team 🥹

Despite the fact that he wasn't able to be on the field, how was he keeping the team in great spirits?

Honestly [Joe's] presence is enough. I honestly told him that one day, he probably thought I was joking. But just him bringing his presence to practice, him being around us at practice, brings joy to some of the guys' faces. Especially when we're out there just running routes and we just see Joe come and walking over, you know it brightens everyone's day and brings more energy to the practice.

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 7

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1554

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

He's been relegated to picking up supplies. You'd thrust a list at him that morning, and he'd almost seen a tail behind you, flicking and curling like a question mark.

It isn't the first time you've had him wrapped around your finger, requesting his assistance. Normally you only ask when you're sick, desperate for supplies and he's available. (He'll always be available.)

Still, this time you've handed him a list for crafts, shoved him from his own base, and you peppered his face in kisses before he can even respond or argue. 

Not that he would, but he wishes you would at least come shopping with him. He's found himself enjoying the domesticity of you puttering around aisles while he pushes a trolley. If he takes his eyes off you, you'll steal the trolley and go skidding down an empty aisle.

Which is how he stands now, in the living room of his base, hands full of arts and crafts supplies, while he stares at a tree he doesn't remember buying.

It's twinkling with lights half done, but otherwise it bears no decoration. The twins are balancing on each other's shoulders trying to throw the multicoloured flashing lights up towards the top of it. You're there underneath, ready to catch them if them.

He's pretty sure someone's going to end up with a broken bone. (Which he does not want to explain to the doctor.)

With a flick of his finger, black and red swirling mist quickly remove lights from hands and twist them around the top of the tree. Gently, and carefully.

He's only slightly smug, smirk in full, when you turn to him in surprise. He's even more smug when your face instantly warms, eyes twinkling at him.

If he were really a crow, his feathers would poof up and he'd preen. Instead he wipes his hand on his shirt collar and extends the bags he's holding, "For you, kitten."

Your whirlwind of activity rushes over, the twins wobbling before they manage to detangle themselves, grabbing at the bag and pulling them to the floor. Separating things out.

He watches absently, but you're focused and tapping on your chin as you think, so he abandons you to your considerations to make himself useful. Warm drinks in hand before he returns to you.

Sylus finds you showing the twins how to fold and make ornaments with coloured paper. He hesitates at the door, if you had wanted ornaments, why did you not just ask for them? He could have ordered any number. Any colour. Anything you wanted.

He's again unsettled by a strange uncomfortable dissatisfaction, you do not make it easy to provide for you. To satisfy every desire. He wonders how you became someone who holds them so close to the chest, scared to want, all over again. He offers hot chocolate to the twins, and frothed coffee to you, (the smell never gets better), before sitting next to you on the floor, cross legged and curious.

You look over and grin, and for a second he sees ears tilting forwards in mischief, pupils blown and ready to pounce. "We didn't have a lot growing up, so me and Caleb would make ornaments for the tree with Gran. The twins wanted to try..." there's a question there that you want to ask but you can't quite... get the words out.

He can read you well enough to know the hesitation, and he leans in, voice low, fingers brushing your cheek, "Show me."

Sylus prides himself on learning, he's good at picking up skills, but he cannot be said to be creative. He is, however, good at following steps. He does, however, enjoy trying.

It's not a new skill that will be useful for anything other than moments like this, but truthfully if he only ever learned skills for moments like this, he'd be a happier fiend than he has any right to.

The twins decide to get pens and decorate the shapes he folds, while you sit nearby fretting over a new challenge. He finds himself looking over and peering but you catch him and point at his hands in an unspoken order. Focus.

He chuckles, only you would dare to order him about, and only you would gain his obedience as he follows your orders.

As they end up with a pile of... he's not sure he'd call anything he and the twins have made art, the fish would surely have something to say if he tried, he already dreads the upcoming conversation, but you're thrilled and excited as you come over to look. Picking up paper baubles and stars that the twins have drawn silly faces on.

There's a happy flush to Luke and Kieran's face as you wholeheartedly approve, and he swallows a lump in his throat that he doesn't really understand. Yet he wants to cry, he thinks, and he's not really sure why. Or what caused it.

He doesn't linger, doesn't have time, as you're pushing him towards the tree, "You get the top, Luke, middle, Kieran, bottom." Then you're running off.

He's starting to think the holidays are a little too much trouble... (Warm, vibrant, comforting.) That lilting voice that sounds like yours again.

Your soul is always so noisy, he muses, warmed and placated.

They're almost done when you come back, this time you're not as energetic. There's waves coming off you, nerves and anxiety rippling under skin. He pauses, where he's about to hang a star, and looks down  at you. As soon as he does you swallow, shoving a cardboard box into his arms.

Not a box? It has numbers on it?

"We-" you swallow past the nerves and push on. Ever ready to fight a monster. Even if the monster is yourself, "also used to make calendars for each other. It's late, so it's only twelve days." He catches your hand before it scratches at your arm, smoothing his thumb over your fingers and then rubbing circles into your palm. He blinks down at the thing, and sees today. He drops the star he's holding unceremoniously and presses the little cardboard flap open.

The calendar is decorated with a picture of a crow surrounded by presents. He remembers the fish encouraging your artistic pursuits, and while he's not sure if it's good, he never seems to be sure if it's good... he knows he likes it.

Inside is a hand wrapped chocolate and a small note.

Day one - A reminder that I love you, and appreciate you always, thank you Sylus.

You're still fidgeting, and at this point the twins have peeked their heads over to stare at his bounty. The longer he stares, the more he realises he has to speak, has to respond but his throat feels closed and his chest is so tight. It hurts. It hurts.

"If it's stupid you don't have to-"

He drops his calendar and he presses you into his chest. He's sure if he were better practiced in his emotions he'd cry. Instead he just encompasses you in his body, squeezing and holding and drowning in you. He nips at your cheek, hand squeezing your face, he wants to bite and chew and claw and scratch.

He can't understand and he doesn't want to hurt, but he breathes you in. Relieved he has no tail to betray him, wagging furiously. You're giggling at his reaction, trying to pull away from his rough handling, calling his name out like knives in his heart, and he finally kisses you. Over and over and over. Tasting his name on your lips and your love in his heart.

Then he startles, pulling away quickly to see that thankfully the twins had caught his gift, the note and the chocolate. Placing it on the side. They're giving him a look like he's a fool, he might be, because he has an evol that can move things for him. Instead his foolish body betrayed him.

"Hunter! Do we get one?" Luke calls, pouting, and you keep a hold on Sylus' hand. Grounding him as he looks at your note over and over, pressing your thumb into his wrist, and smoothing his rapid uneven heartbeat there.

Still you extend a makeshift calendar to the twins, one each, identical except for the names. He can tell that you'd been careful to match every line. "Of course."

He absently notes that you've left four more on the side. The fish, the doctor, the prince and an untouched one for your family. The note is finally placed in his pocket, right over his heart, where he knows he'll keep it until it's worn and unreadable. Not that it matters, because he'll remember it always.

As you watch him smooth his fingers over it, you laugh, "You know there's eleven more days of those right?" Your nerves are still simmering, he can tell, but you're thrilled for his reaction and eased with his earnestness and joy. He lets your words settle and then darts to the calendar on the side, he hears the twins opening theirs but barely cares.

You panic when you realise he's going to just tear the thing open for more of your feelings recorded in pretty stationary paper, before you throw yourself at his back, "Sylus! No! They're for other days!"

[norremire]

Some fine additions to my collection c; ❤️

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

Hey so I’ve mentioned this a lot of times on my main blog, but I wanted to put this out over here since it is Hallow’s Eve. I always give out little tchotchkes on Halloween along with candy. This year, I’ve completely switched over to 100% doohickeys and doodads— think mechanical pencils, shaped erasers, little notebooks, squishes, vampire teeth and spiders rings and all. It started years ago in college when I signed up for a dorm Halloween event where kids from an area that was too dangerous to really trick or treat through got bussed in to trick or treat at our dorm. I bought some candy and dollar store Halloween themed stuff with what i had. And you know what the kids went ape shit over?

Motherfucking. Mechanical. PENCILS!!

These kids could not get enough of them. They literally went “PENCILS??!” I had never seen kids get so hyped up for pencils lmao. They were the first things to go. Candy is fleeting; the little pencils you can bring to school to flex are eternal, until you inevitably lose one of the refill parts and then they aren’t but listen, in that one moment they are infinite. And its nice thinking that maybe some kids who don’t always have access to school supplies not only get them, but get them in fun shapes and designs.

Anyway. I recommend people to give out fun stuff like this not just because kids seem to genuinely enjoy them, but also because there’s this thing called the Teal Pumpkin Project here in America. You can put out a teal pumpkin to show that you are giving away non-candy items and sign your address up so parents of children with allergies know that there are houses their kids can safely and happily trick or treat at! It’s a win-win! Plus, if you accidentally bought too much, it’s not like candy— just pack it away, pencils and fidget spinners will be good next year, too! :)

[digimitsu-art]

Inktober2024 Day 15, 16, 17

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Bokomon, Punkmon, Wisemon

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

My world is so beautiful since I met these 5 sillies

| FISH TANKer's ONLY 2014 / ONCE UPON A TIME

[rillils]

RILS!!!! MY LOVELY LOVELY RILS!!! I JUST HAD A THOUGHT AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHDHHD!!!

goddddd one of my absolute favoritest things in the whole wide world are those moments of pure and utter respect the other avengers have for steve and buckys love and devotion for each other

the feelings of awe, worry, and i-should-probably-look-away on their way home from a mission while they watch steve and bucky crying in each others arms after a mission where steve fell and it didnt even take bucky a SECOND to think before he went and jump after him

steve and bucky are SO ready to risk anything AND everything for each other and the avengers are always so surprised each moment they see that because that kind of love is so RARE these days

and GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!! those moments just get me every time like UGHHH!!!

anyways

HI RILS!!!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN??? these past couple of days have been amazinggggg for me and i hope they have been for you as well

im hugging u rn 💛💛💛

HONEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MY DARLING MY SWEETS 💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕 YOUR THOUGHTS ARE PURE GOLD, YOU KNOW THAT?? 💕💖💕💖💕💖

the feelings of awe, worry, and i-should-probably-look-away on their way home from a mission while they watch steve and bucky crying in each others arms after a mission where steve fell and it didnt even take bucky a SECOND to think before he went and jump after him

NGHMODJHFDJFHJNG ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME HERE??? because this is as beautiful as it is devastating, my god 😭😭💕💕

on the matter of the avengers, do you know what I'd really love to see? the team not fully understanding why Steve was willing to fight so hard for Bucky, until they see the two of them together. existing together. fighting together. just *screeches*

Nat and Sam would have seen it first, I think, what with everything they've been through in catws. but I like to imagine the others, as well, watching Steve with Bucky day after day and coming to realize, one by one, just what sort of bond ties them together.

watching them spar is… transfixing. it feels like intruding on something intimate, with the way they move so fluidly, so seamlessly together.

the quick pace they set, the soft grunts, the glistening sheen of sweat on their skin. the tangle of bare limbs, the straining of hard, supple muscles, arms thrusting and parring, clutching and releasing;

the appreciative grins flashing on their lips when they're stalling for a moment, catching their breath, eyes glinting with excitement. with the same sort of thrilling satisfaction that comes from chasing an orgasm. it's pure electricity between them. the way their bodies dance together like this, graceful, competent. deadly. sensual. you can't tear your eyes off of them, and yet at the same time you feel almost dirty for staring for so long.

seeing them in a real fight, out there against this week's enemy? it makes you understand what people mean when they say that soulmates are just 'one soul living in two bodies'. these guys, they move like they're one person, fierce and with singular focus - always so attuned to each other it's like they're reading each other's minds, already moving 1 second before the other can even ask

(it's also worth noting: they have no concept of personal space when it comes to one another. it's not Steve's or Bucky's space, it's Steve-and-Bucky's space, and they're going to occupy that space together. they always seem to know where the other is, always casually, intimately aware of the other's physical presence, reaching for each other without even looking - and never fucking missing)

please imagine: adrenaline crash after the fight is over, they're slouched together in the back of the quinjet, bruised up and dozing off into each other's side, bodies drifting close on instinct, heads slotting into place on each other's shoulders - until Bucky's softly snoring nose-deep in Steve’s hair, and Steve's waking up to the imprint of Bucky’s shoulder straps pressed neatly onto his cheek.

the way they fuss over each other, checking each other for wounds, between a pained hiss and a soft growling of "quit being so fuckin' stubborn and lemme see that already."

their bickering always, inevitably melting into mutual teasing, voices lowering by a fraction as they trade half-whispered promises of what's to come, later, when they're finally alone again.

I want, just once, for Steve to sprain his ankle and for Bucky to decide that, alright, there's only one thing for it - and to carry him bridal style out of the quinjet, while Steve cusses up a storm and swears, in so many words, to chop Bucky's dick off if Bucky doesn't put him down right the fuck now, and Bucky smiling seraphically and nodding along as he carries Steve away, "Sure, sweetheart, whatever you say."

I mean. the team can't possibly have any doubts as to what these two mean to each other, at some point 💕

all that aside, I'm so happy to hear that your days have been amazing lately!!! are you having a fun summer?? how are your new friends?? ahhhh I'm just so so glad you're having a great time, sweetie!! 💕💕💕 LOVE YOU LOTS!! and I'm hugging you too 💕💕

[butteronabun]

😐😑 diluc with a 😄🤩 s/o