#l/w

[helbrides]

the monster baru cormorant + black sails

[furryeaglebarbarian]

Light/water

[abyssyby]

sylus has twin boys and one of them is shyer than the other :< baby one takes after his smug, charming bravado— speaks with a loud playful voice, emotes like a cute little cartoon and always ready for a spotlight. baby two is quieter, just wants to be held, hides behind papa's pant leg when he's introduced to new people and buries his face in mama's neck when he's asked for his name.

sylus is gone for forever (two days) before finally coming home. your voice is hoarse of repeating "papa's not home yet, angel," to little boys who want to play on their moving, talking, loving jungle gym of a father.

baby one runs headfirst towards him to play-fight— pulling at his hair and tugging on his ears— while sylus lifts him up, tickling him and blowing raspberries into his round cheeks.

baby two waits. he toddles after sylus only once he settles on the couch and sighs the stress of the day away. with great effort, he climbs up. sylus hears the squeaking stretch of leather, then feels the familiar weight on his side— a little ball of warmth nuzzling his cheek and shoulder to his papa's torso, squeezing himself under his arm to receive an embrace.

sylus responds quietly, bringing him closer and placing a tender kiss in his messy starlight hair. baby plays with the fabric of his expensive sweater, pulling and crumpling it in his little fists, just as mesmerized by the sensation as both are by the crackling fire.

baby one— a rocket— climbs on him too.

sylus has learned more sound effects since his sons were born, beyond your own favorite "bang!" when you poke his side. baby one's little fingers dig into his father's cheeks, as he goes, "pow!"

sylus lets out an indulgent play-dead 'eugh'— then a completely involuntary 'oof' as his son plops on his stomach before he slides to the other unoccupied arm. sylus's palm hovers over his head ever so slightly, making sure he lands safely. there, he also winds down and stares at the flames.

"pa?" baby two says, lifting his head. sylus turns to him— it still astonishes him how much of you he sees in his little angel's sleepy gaze. he carries your same wide, gentle look, now blinking slowly, dreamily.

"hm?"

"home?"

sylus hums. baby feels its steady rumble beneath his fingers. "mhm."

the baby nods slowly— only now understanding the word fully. connecting the dots between when mama says he's not and when he is. this is home. this feels like home. papa is home.

to that, he murmurs a soft m'kay and nestles his head back where it was before.

and you find them bathed in firelight, their white hair turned orange in its glow. his carbon copies, little lips parted, their chubby cheeks squished against their father's warm embrace. and your darling husband, head tilted back against the headrest, arms wound protectively around his sons.

you walk around, pressing a kiss to the crease between his brows before slipping a pillow underneath the base of his head. the photo you take of them stays as sylus's lock screen— until further notice.

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edit: a twin babies fic finally here! ◟(��•͈ᴗ•͈)◞

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

parallel play

[chloesimaginationthings]

What do yall think the FNAF Faztalker is for,,

(Original post @/Dawko on Twitter)

[dduane]

R E A L S O O N N O W

[star-anise]

I really wonder if trauma theorists who say things like "Humans are the only animal that will be in a fright state when physically safe" or "the rest of the animal kingdom doesn't get PTSD" have ever, like

Do you think they've actually ever met an animal?

[sweattyspaghetti]

Bonus comic down below:

Story: Misa wanted to take Light out on a date so now they have to send pictures of L & Light together every 30 mins to prove that they haven’t jumped him

[valfeathers]

yello!

[swagginmun]

Chat....I'm plotting😶‍🌫️

[nibbelraz]

Moshang Motivational Posts together ✨️

[helbrides]

*you have to pick one because all can apply to her

[witherby]

I love your Littlest Wayne AU! I've binge read pretty much everything twice by now. Poor Bruce.

I keep thinking of when Littlest Wayne learned to walk. Like, Imagine Damian or Jason had to leave for something and got up, and LW was like we aren't done here and stumbles to their feet. Then the whole Batfam watches as LW walk up and hugs their leg so they can't escape. Or Bruce can get a rare W and they were following him.

We rag on Bruce so much in the Littlest Wayne au I feel like he actually deserves this win.

You're in the day room turned play room. You're crawling around so fast. You're zippin and zoomin. You're drive-by chomping on Bruce's ankles. It's a beautiful day.

Bruce is making a game of it. Kind of. By god he is so tired of teeth marks in his ankles. Anyway he walks a couple feet away to another part of the room. He waits. You come zoomin. You attack!!!!!

He walks another couple feet away to another part of the room. He waits. You come zoomin. You attack!!!!

He walks another couple feet, and then keeps walking because you're not done!!!!! Here comes Flittermouse with the baby teeth!!!!!!! It's time to chow the fuck down!!!!!!!!!!

Baby you are getting tired. Your dad needs to accept his fate already, and your teeth hurt. You need his good good flesh to gnaw on.

You huff and babble at him, making grabby hands. Bruce smiles and shakes his head. You make grabby hands harder. He refuses!!!! Betrayal!!!!

Rage overcomes you. You release a war cry that sounds like an excited baby squealing, which it's not. But don't get it twisted, your dad should be cowering in his slippers right now, not pulling out his phone to snap pictures of you.

Enough!! If Daddy gets to use his stupid long legs to walk away, you get to use yours to chase him! The time of rug burn on your hands and knees is coming to and end! You will strike fear into his heart as you launch yourself at him!!!!

Bruce coos and takes a video of you clumsily pulling yourself to your feet on the edge of the small, coloring table.

"Is it happening? Are you gonna try to walk? Look at you go!"

You release another happy squeal war cry and launch yourself at your foe. One step! Two steps! Another one step because you don't know your numbers yet!!! Perhaps another two step if you're feeling froggy!!!!! GET THOSE ANKLES READY DAD!!!!!

Gravity, your greatest enemy, topples your conquest four and a half steps in. You plop to the floor and Bruce makes a sympathetic "uh oh!" from across the room. It's time to employ your last-ditch strategy and throw your cards down.

You make the motion for Uppies and start crying. Bruce sweeps you into his arms and you imMEDIATELY BITE HIS WRIST HAHAHAHAA!!!!!! The foolish fool!!!! That was the oldest trick in the book!!! You'd know that if you knew how to read, but still!!!! Victory!!!!!!!!

[abyssyby]

photos -> beloved -> eating 📂 —

“sy, c’mere.” you say, tugging on his arm. he's shocked at how easily he allows himself to be led. he says it’s because it’s easier to let you take the lead, but really it’s never a battle he’d wanted to win.

once you got over the fear of him getting recognized, it was very simple for you to slip into the role of a clingy partner, dragging and begging him to come with you into different shops and try different things.

food, in particular.

he towers over you as you choose flavors for ice cream. he holds the nape of your shirt when you lean too close to the steam from boiling sweet potatoes. grounds you in place with his chin on your head and an arm over your chest while you nibble away at your newest snack.

revels in the endless strings of “try this”, “have some!”, “want a bite?”

and endures your twinkling starlight eyes when you blink up at him and his cup of boba tea, or his buttered corn, or his pita wrap, or his frog-shaped waffles on a stick (you chose the fishes). you dont have to do much because he melts every time, always allowing you the first bite. offering to switch the moment he sees you grimace at the flavor you chose.

your nose bumps into the warmth of his palm just as you take a bite of your fried banana wrap. he chides, “it’s hot.”

you give him a grateful smile and blow. his heart warms as you heed his warning.

and yet when you bite, it’s still hot. and the chuckle that bubbles out of his chest is otherworldly as your face scrunches up, and your mouth forms a little ‘o’ and you breathe out steam like a baby dragon.

he brushes the crumbs off your face with gentle fingers. he takes big bites of food you don’t enjoy that much and tiny ones off of food you do like but reluctantly offer him anyway.

he loves how your eyes widen when your dish is served at his restaurants, loves the little sounds you make while you savor the food. loves how you bring a fork up to his lips to share. loves the way you you lean into his hand when he wipes that little bit of sauce off your cheek.

he especially loves when you try to kiss him with sweet, candy colored lips.

or when you drink from a foamy coffee cup and grab his face for a smooch. he resists just that little bit to hear you whine or laugh, straining his neck to not be pulled down. but eventually does and you’re smearing the cream all over his upper lip too.

he chases your fingers with kisses as you’re smudging chocolate from your thumb to his cupid’s bow only to lick it away with your warm tongue.

the number of times he’s found himself dazed, blinking dreamily at you after you’ve touched him, kissed him, looked at him throws him off. but being bothered about how often he is left vulnerable in an open field marveling at your beauty is the least of his concerns.

not when you’re there, and he is here— and the moments you share stack upon each other one after another instead of trickling down like sand through an hourglass.

here, he is yours. here, he gets to stay. here, he gets to hold you, watch you, kiss you as much as you want him to. and he is so utterly besotted, it’s ridiculous.

but of course he must retaliate. winning or losing doesn’t matter when it comes to you, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least show you that he is as worthy as an opponent as he is a lover.

the obscure gelato shop in a cobblestone square holds you both captive in the sleepy hours of the night. with only a few people coming in and out, you linger just by the door with your own fruit flavored gelato. happy with your choice, you cant help but think of Sylus’s flavor. Somehow his picks are always yummier.

and as if he hears your thoughts, he calls for you. “beloved, taste mine.”

you turn and your lips brush his. not quite a kiss yet, until he presses into you deep, sharp and heady. when he pulls away, your lips tingle from the cold and the electricity he leaves in his wake.

“got it?” his voice is low and careful as he watches you lick your lips.

light-headed, grasping at straws, you guess. “pomegranates?”

his fingers swipe over the corner of his mouth into a smirk. “unsure? want to try again?”

he goes for another kiss. worse, better. intoxicating, grounding. needy and helpless you’ve become. he breathes, “got it?”

you shake your head. damn him. dazed, an equally mischievous curve appears on your love-swollen lip. “one more. just to be sure.”

you tug on his arm, and he resists just that little bit to make you work for it. to make you giggle. to make you happy. you smile. lovingly fond, you huff, “come here.”

and he does. he forgets how to breathe, how words are formed and how muscles move for a millisecond, but he does. he always will.

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[asmolbirb]

THEY GOT SAM REICH TO ADMIT HE’S A GENTLE DOM LIVE?? ON CAMERA!! AND THEN PUBLISHED THAT ON THE INTERNET WHERE THINGS STAY FOREVER??????