#just v slowly

[doublejango]

Fizzarolli is literally the most beautiful imp ever of all time, before and after being burned. He's perfect and I love him.

[nakahras]

good morning and happy thursday, my lil birdies (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

[jicklet]

Ember and Wade in Elemental (2023)

[knifebaby3000]

study / 菊花 chrysanthemum

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked. We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[bakudekublogblog]

kacchan there is actually a way you and izuku can be together forever i have this crazy inventive solution for you it's called a marriage license

[oaksapling]

Lamont Fisher.

'Monte' or 'Fish' to friends and family. One of Brooklyn's friends who cooks at the diner Nicky and Rory work at. He's also their plug. Likes to mess around with different edible recipes because he knows Rory prefers them to smoking. He always lets Rory taste test for him and he might be charging Rory a little less than he charges everyone else but no one has to know that.

[koerinz]

TUMBLR I MISSED YOU

[zephyrine-gale]

broke biss and key snatcher

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day 12: Bondage

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Zephyr/Ifrit

Zephyr wants to make their flame look pretty, and Ifrit is happy to oblige.

Mature, 1.1k. They/Them for Zephyr. Contains bondage (technically shibari but i have plans for that day re: the other prompt)

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

"Are you ready, my flame?"

Zephyr's voice cuts through the chatter already starting to cloud Ifrit's mind; he shakes his head to try and clear it. He straightens up, shifting a little on the cushioned stool Zephyr's directed him to sit on as they set their cool hands on his broad shoulders, the point of their chin resting between his spiral horns.

Ifrit takes a deep breath, relaxing some under the points of contact. "I, uh." Ifrit pauses. Clears his throat. Zephyr doesn't try to fill the silence. "Not sure if I'm going to be able to sit still for this, Zeph."

Zephyr hums, a warbling, soft note like a dove's call. Considering. "Would you like some help?"

The fire ghoul huffs a breath through his nose, charcoal lashes resting on his cheeks as he shuts his eyes. "Please help, Zee?"

The air ghoul's head moves to press a kiss just under the point of his ear, nose nudging the several gold earrings threaded through the lobe. "Of course I'll help. Hands?"

"Will they be in the way if they're behind my back?" Ifrit cranes his neck to glance at his mate over his shoulder.

"Not terribly, no," Zephyr hums, trailing kisses down random spots over Ifrit's shoulders, over freckles that look like little flakes of white ash. "I think I saw a modification to what I wanted to put you in that restrains the arms behind the back as well."

"You gonna share with the class, 'specially because you're putting me in it?" he asks lightheartedly, taking a deep breath of the sweet apple blossoms and mint of their scent, letting it settle any residual nerves. There is no one else Ifrit trusts as much as his air ghoul. Will put himself into their hands time and time again.

Zephyr hums again. Drags one of those hands down Ifrit's sternum, feeling the rabbit pulse of his heart. "Was thinking a chest harness. Frame your perfect tits. But," They trail off, pianist's fingers tracing a pattern of lines across his skin. "A nice pentagram across your chest."

Ifrit groans softly, letting his head roll back softly onto Zephyr's shoulder. "We making this a religious thing, Zee? Lust for our Lord and all that?"

Zephyr shrugs, raising an eyebrow. "If you'd like to see it like that. I imagine we don't need to dedicate it to Him for it to count."

"I mean, just wasn't expecting a ritual when you said you wanted to play, is all."

Zephyr smiles, gap between their front teeth. "No, flame, no ritual. Just wanted to make you look nice for me."

"I'll never say no to that," Ifrit says. "Just, might need some help sitting still. Don't want to mess up your work."

"That can be taken care of," Zephyr laughs, finally leaving Ifrit's side to grab the two hanks of rope set out on their nightstand. They're beautiful pieces, if they had to say, each length dyed an ombre of yellow to orange to red and back. Slowly, Zephyr makes their way back to their mate. "Grab your elbows."

Ifrit flashes them a grin before complying, wrapping thick fingers gently around his arms. Zephyr pulls up a matching stool to the one Ifrit's on, taking a seat and unwinding the shorter hank of rope.

Zephyr hums something soft and melodic as they begin to work, tying Ifrit's wrists together with a simple cuff. It's slow and precise, even with such a simple tie. Zephyr smiles as they watch Ifrit's shoulders relax as they check the tightness and tension. He's always so worried he'll move and mess up a tie, wants nothing more than to be good for them, and Zephyr's always happy to indulge him in stillness.

"Better?" they ask as they tie off the cuffs.

"Much," Ifrit nods, not a moment of hesitation.

Zephyr smiles, rubbing their cheek against his shoulder with a soft coo before unwinding the second hank of rope. They give him a moment to enjoy the nuzzling before straightening, adjusting his posture. "Alright, my flame. Nice and still so I can make you look pretty."

Ifrit's back straightens, his shoulders flexed as the rope holds his hands behind his back. Even the finest sculptors' works couldn't compare to their flame, but Zephyr shakes their head as they begin to work.

It's meditative, and Zephyr even dares to think they might enjoy this more than Ifrit does, even as they sense his breathing slow and ease. They don't need to be quintessence to know that all of the thoughts have quieted in his overactive brain as they work.

Zephyr weaves the rope carefully over and around Ifrit's shoulders, between his biceps and his body. Solid horizontal bands that sit above and below his pecs. Each tie is checked meticulously, two of Zephyr's fingers between the rope and Ifrit's skin, warm to the touch like they're holding their hand over a flickering candle. The rope gets undone if Zephyr's not satisfied, finds the slightest flaw in how the tie sits over Ifrit's body. Nothing but perfection for their fire ghoul.

If Ifrit ever gets impatient with Zephyr's meticulous fussing, he never shows it; when Zephyr stands in front of him to arrange the pentagram over his heart, his eyes are soft and unfocused.

Ifrit lifts his head slowly, meeting Zephyr's eyes, giving them a tiny, crooked smile. His dark hair falls out of its ponytail, loose waves brushing the tops of his shoulders. Zephyr returns his expression as they tie off the last knot, taking a step back to admire their work.

As always, Ifrit's a vision, and Zephyr lets their eyes rake hungrily over his chest, his dusky nipples peaked from exposure to the cool air around them. His tits are perfectly framed by rope, seemingly making them bulge even further. Zephyr, despite their grip on their composure, feels their mouth water at the sight.

"You did such a good job staying still for me, my flame," they coo. Something in Ifrit's eyes flash and spark at the praise, and a glance down to his lap finds his cock bulging at the front of his gym shorts as he starts to harden. "I suppose I should reward you for such good behavior."

"Yeah?" Ifrit asks, voice slow as Zephyr moves to stand behind him once again. Their hands come up to his chest, pianist's fingers dimpling the muscle and fat.

Zephyr nips at Ifrit's earlobe, at the gold ring threaded through it as they begin to whisper. "Anything for my good little flame."

Ifrit's responding groan is music to Zephyr's ears.

[brother-genitivi]

sorry everyone, I'm very much alive 🏃‍♂️

sorta homeless, staying with a friend. got a house in my name from the 19th onwards so that's chill! chronically ill, too fatigued to do a lot of things but I'm trying 🤟 kind of accepting that I'm joining the disability club.

trying my hand at art again, but very very slowly easing back into it. appreciate those who reached out to me <3

thinking about you all. missed my moots :)

[elvenbeard]

Look at these lovestruck fucking tourists ~

[huginsmemory]

Even with TBOB and thisisnotawebsite.com there's... Still so much we don't know about Bill. Like ok yeah he's given a tragic background, we know a bit more about his henchmaniacs, but we really don't know a lot. Like, what happened directly after he accidentally destroyed his dimension? It isn't said. Sure time baby KNOWS about Bill's destruction of his dimension, but it seems like he didn't show up after Bill's dimension was destroyed to apprehend him because he only knows about Bill after Bill tries to make a deal with him, causing Bill's wanted poster. And how did Bill become basically the overlord of the nightmare realm, and gather all his henchmaniacs? Like there's a good period where we just don't know. And it's implied he's shocked and horrified (likely even dissociates, since he does that) after he destroys his dimension. But his characterization doesn't seem by that point to be one that immediately goes into a self-destructive, violent god-becoming maniacal spiral of self hatred; it's more one to be overwhelmed with grief and spend a good long time in the midst of his grief, then necessarily he's about to DO anything. And generally speaking trope wise, there's steps missing; typically in this sort of scenario, the usual progression is this:

characterized as monster due to being different in some way

tries to prove their not

ends up hurting someone anyways

gets further villainized, and antagonized by others

Acceptance of being a monster, and goes okay? You wanted a monster? I'll be a monster.

Now this fits Bill's early life, up to number 4, but we don't know what happens immediately after. It's possible he just went into his spiral immediately after, but it feels wrong, because it is missing the part of someone further villainizing him beyond himself which causes him to lash out due to the expectation (and internalized) idea that he would cause harm. I'd assume maybe some kind of interdimensional authority showed up and accused him of purposely trying to kill his dimension, which triggered his "okay, then I'll be a monster", or even a situation where his 'monstrosity' through the badge of killing his dimension is garners him respect. Considering that his henchmaniacs are chosen out of monstrosity and violence as a badge of honor, it feels very much like this would make sense, except none of them really know about Bill's dimension. He doesn't brag about the violence of it; he only calls it a liberation, contrary to the idea that Bill ever used it to gain clout. Instead, it's more likely that an interdimensional authority showed up and accused Bill, except from circumstances, it doesn't seem like it was Time Baby, so not sure who it would be... but at the same time, that expectation is often required for the character to truly embrace their 'monstrosity' and become truly violent. Or perhaps it was delayed after the destruction of his dimension, later when he begins to run with his henchmaniacs and disregards the law, but that also doesn't feel satisfactory for character development. Or perhaps I'm just overthinking this trope...

Also, how did he have his powers? Some is clearly stuff he's always had; pyrokinesis from that one rhyme, the ability to see into 3d, and he was somehow able to destroy his dimension by whatever he did to let Euclydians see the stars (telekinesis?), but beyond that? Was he always all-seeing? How did he become a 'dream demon'? Are his deals actually binding or does he lie? Are these things that he acquired later, because Euclydians seem to be written about as if they usually don't have any of these abilities, nor the abilities Bill is known to have when young, nor did Bill seem to be able to be all seeing when he was younger. Plus, how was Bill able to survive the destruction of his dimension, if he's technically made of the same stuff as everyone else, who all seems to have a physical form? Why then does he seems to be characterized as a being made of pure energy and thought; is that just in Earth's dimension, or does he have a physical form within the nightmare realm? There's multiple things that are contradictory about his body (mouth-eye, yet talked about removing his exoskeleton to feed--not sure exactly when this was mentioned--plus his mouth located under his bricks and bowtie in his exoskeleton in journal 3). But he seems so thrilled by his physical form though on earth, and we know that physical forms exist within the Nightmare realm as Ford was in it... yet it seems like hes characterized to have no physical form, so did he perhaps lose his physical form when his dimension died? Did he technically die with them too, but with his powers was able to survive essentially as a ghost like he tells Dipper you become without a body?

[mazza--mac]

Chakotay moving in for a kiss

[bakudekublogblog]

it never stops being funny to me that people are bkdk antis in the year 2024 like “katsuki bullied izuku!! how dare you ship izuku with him” ??? take it up with izuku he’s is the one pining his ass off for him. I can’t make izuku not yearn for katsuki ??? I’m sorry I have observational skills?? izuku is just like that you think I can stop him??

[gjsxj0]

*posts gay people and leaves*