#locket kiss

[xxluciuslokixx]

Ghostmaster/AviToni Locket Kiss

[lilimoon-draws]

Good Luck Charm 🗡️💕🐬

(inspired by Link in @desiperc's fic, The Widower. Took a few liberties tho ^^)

[chaosgenasi]

With what's at stake, there's no second guessing. There's only going forward.

[dumblr]

[summers-pratt]

You know what's insane bananas bonkerballs? After 118 years together, Spike STILL was getting Drusilla Valentines Day gifts. He is out there acquiring the most gaudy gorgeous necklace for his lady love after a century of acquiring gaudy gorgeous jewelry. Wife guy of all time.

[anunknownmartyr]

[vomitpukey]

I should've never gotten access to the gif makers.

[forest-wolfie]

I made this today and felt like sharing because I’ve been losing my mind over Spiderdads recently. :3

And if anyone is curious I used this for the heart locket and this to reverse the gif and add text. You’re welcome!

(If this post blows up I just wanna say I also make art and my commissions are open tee hee)

[blooming-cecilia]

college au

[spaceratprodigy]

hmmm....god you make me feel alive for max & faith for the prompt game ehehehe (or would it be...law you make me feel alive...ehehe) 🤍

@hibernationsuit — [ intimacy prompts ]

Productive night at the Hermit's Lodge 🥴

pose reference

[getosugurusbangs]

together forever

[b1mbodoll]

if jake is blond again i’m afraid i will become a danger to myself and others.. /j

[silkysong]

i think there should be more drawings of narinder in his fucked up eldritch form

[offorestsongs]

stolen affections

oc x canon (Rook Hunt x Lysander)

a lil ficlet of some pre-relationship lilyarrow feelings. literally just ~600 words of pining and yearning and longing. also Lysander is so stupid bless his heart <3

Lysander never thought himself to be the type to reach for more than he was given. Gratefulness was molded into him ever since he was a small kid, happy for a little bit of free time or for some extra money to their name. Even now, living in an old, run down house, he was just glad to have a roof over his head. 

All until now. He cherished every person he could call his friend and every gesture of friendship that came with it. 

Except for him. Because it suddenly turned out that simple friendship wasn't enough. It hurt, even, to be reminded of it, to think that it was all the two of them were.

For the first time in his life, Lysander wanted more than life had given him. No time spent together, no sign of affection or warm word was enough for him. He wanted to reach and reach, see just how much he was allowed to take for himself. 

He never expected love to be greedy.

In Lysander’s defence, it really wasn't his fault Rook was. Well. Like that.

Sweet. Attentive. Keeping close to Lysander like a shadow. Bestowing compliments on Lysander like roses. Waltzing all up into Lysander's personal space and letting Lysander do the same. It made one's mind run with ideas.

Sometimes Lysander felt almost guilty for taking every opportunity so readily. Rook was being a dear friend to him, yet Lysander kept twisting their moments spent together into a dream of romance, just so he could quieten the longing in his awful, awful heart.

He used the easy camaraderie between them to lay his head on Rook's shoulder or lap when they studied or read together. Sometimes he leaned over to fix Rook’s hair, allowing himself to linger with his touch. In turn, he let Rook braid his hair — Rook was surprisingly good at it, gently parting Lysander’s locks, filling the time with his easy words.

Lysander saw Rook whittling, once, delicate figurines of hares and deer running through grass. He asked Rook to teach him, smiled at the way his eyes lit up with excitement. Lysander was no stranger to welding a knife, yet he gave Rook a helpless look, letting him guide his hands. Rook’s hands were bigger than his, more rough too, making Lysander flush. Rook noticed, because of course he did, and immediately went on, comparing Lysander’s cheeks to sweet flowers. Lysander basked in his words like they were sunlight.

He’d left his cardigan in one of the classrooms — not on purpose, he swore! But Rook had noticed him shivering from the cold and in a blink of a second wrapped his jacket around Lysander’s shoulders, ever the gentleman. He wrapped his arm around Lysander's shoulder too, pulling him close to his chest, until Lysander’s whole body seemed to be aflame.

He'd forgotten to give the jacket back, took it all the way to Ramshackle. It wasn't on purpose either, at least he liked to think it wasn't, but he wasn't going to complain.

He pulls the jacket closer around himself, buries his nose in the collar.

What a bad friend he is, he thinks as he fills his lungs with Rook's familiar scent. The forest and warm earth and sweat. Lysander could as well drown in it, would be happy to do so.

He's not sure how to be a good friend again but maybe he'll start tomorrow morning by giving Rook his jacket back. 

[curi0uscreature]

* Head empty only (H&B figments I had the pleasure of finding today that nobody talks about or mentions)

[christiangeistdorfer]

CHRISTIAN GESITDÖRFER & WALTER RÖHRL at the 1983 PORTUGAL RALLY