#love that for him 🥺

[eveh-koko]

so...FS2 Makoto huh

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

pls pls heard me out...FIDDLESTAN! <3

ok, i got this ask ten days ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. Because I got two other asks asking for fiddauthor, and I dON'T KNOW HOW TO LET THEM DOWN LIGHTLY BECAUSE I'M A FIDDLESTAN BITCH THROUGH AND THROUGH 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!

Don't get me wrong, fiddauthor is great and makes sense and everything. But listen. Billford and fiddauthor are multidimensional ships, they are good! But FIDDLESTAN!?!? that shit is the WHAT-THE-HECK-A-HEDRON!!!!!!! Even though it's literally 100% speculation, the implications are FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!! I jumped between three ships so far during this gravity falls thing, each time thinking one is better than the other. I've decided that FIDDLESTAN IS KING!!!!!! I'm sorry. I could rant about them forever. I've been listening to nothing but extended versions of disco music for the past week. (YES THEY HAD A CRAZY ROMANTIC FLING IN VEGAS NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!!! (yes i will. I will elaborate at some point. it will be like ten pages or text. or I will draw it. idk.))

Here is a sketchbook doodle from like a week ago. I'm gonna post another fiddlestan thing in a few moments, but my style changes like I'm a completely different artist every week without warning, so I'm gonna leave this by itself!

He comes into YOUR house, he steals YOUR identity, and he fucks YOUR research partner!!! Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[red-writes]

Arguing with nanami is always so hard to do because he’s just so caring towards you. Like, if you’re ever upset at him he doesn’t value closing or shutting down. He’ll gently encourage you to express yourself and if you can’t he’ll kiss you on the forehead and ask that you try again for him later. The first real argument that the two of you have is probably the first time you’ve ever seen him upset and it rattles you to the core. You freak out, pacing in your room trying to figure out what to say that’ll make him stay with you because you don’t want him to leave. But a half hour later he knocks on the door with some flowers in his hand just like, “I had some time to think. I know conflicts can be hard but I love you through any situation” and it just breaks your damn and you bawl in his arms for minutes. He doesn’t want any temporary situation to disrupt what he knows is permanent. You.

[rsmrnn]

A man who didn't have a father.

A man who didn't have friends.

A man who lost his mother.

He lived only when he read the book.

[emmyrosee]

“Just one more,” you mewl.

“Oh my god.”

Sae has to leave. It’s past the point of him responsibly leaving, to now, where there’s no choice of him having to leave now, if he wants any chance of making it to practice on time.

But you, however, are seemingly far from getting your Itoshi Sae fix, not wanting to be far from him at all: you whimpered and whined when he got up for his run, you snuck into his shower with him, you looped your arms around his waist while he made his lunch, now you’ve got his face gripped in your hands, sponging kisses over him.

At first, sure, he loved the attention.

But Itoshi Sae has to leave. Four minutes ago.

“Hey,” he sighs softly, trying to push your shoulders back to peel you off of him. “You know I have to go. Don’t make this harder for me.”

“You don’t have to go,” you say simply. “You and I can just be hermits forever, hide here for the rest of our lives and cuddle forever.”

Tempting. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

“Don’t you want to stay here forever with me?”

He clicks his tongue, “you know I absolutely would if I could. But,” he makes a move to step away, and you whine and squeeze tighter. “I have to go. Then, when I come home, I’ll be able to tell you all about my day while we lay down. You like that.”

“I know I do, but,” you peer up at him with your lethal pout, “I like you being here more.”

Sae looks at the clock on the stove. Then back at you. Then he sighs and leans down to steal another kiss from you, slotting your lips with his. They move in harmony, eliciting small pants from you, and his hand cradles the back of your head lovingly. You mewl and rest your hands on his hips, letting the few seconds of heaven be savored between you.

When he finally pulls away, you’re smiling dopily, giddily, and Sae knows he hit the nail on the head.

You’d wanted a goodbye kiss. Sae always knows what you want from him, and in the morning, it just so happens to be a firm, loving, assuring goodbye kiss.

“Okay,” you purr, letting your hands roam over his back, compliant and melted in his arms. “You can go now. I’m happy.”

“You’re done with me?” He asks.

“Yeah, until tonight anyways,” you hum, kissing his chin. “Better go before I change my mind.”

He cracks a smirk, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that right?”

“What can I say?” You sigh dramatically. “I know how much you love a challenge.”

You’re right.

He really, really does.

[ormymarius]

wdym he’s the most wanted and dangerous criminal in the universe, he’s just pookie

[go-saeng]

happiness looks good on you channie ♡

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[royaltea000]

he could not control the class 😔

[meidui]

aragorn and legolas at each other's sides at helm's deep ♡

[vaguely-concerned]

the more I play the more I think lucanis basically knows it's illario who betrayed him right from the beginning (he's had a year in the ossuary to think. not that many people knew where he was going. when you ask him 'did Illario know you'd be on that ship' his only answer is the hardest flattest 'yes' you ever heard). so it's not so much about figuring out who the traitor is (because that's ludicrous. we all know. immediately. they didn't really bother to hide it lmao) as about methodically closing off every single avenue of denial lucanis has clung to that whole time with as much or little gentleness as you might prefer until he has no choice but to admit it. because the moment he has to admit it, he'll have to do something -- feel something -- about it. and that's such a catastrophic event in lucanis' inner landscape (he has had TWO people in this whole entire world up until now and will do anything to hold on to them with a heartbreaking child-like desperation, even at and especially through the detriment of his own self) that he'd rather just. not. what if we quite simply. didn't. what if we just stayed here in the emptiness where we can both pretend you didn't hurt me in a way I should never forgive. I have so much practice in that with caterina already it's always worked out great for everyone so far. (press x to fucking doubt but that's trauma logic for you lol)

after everything illario did, so much of the storm of lucanis' emotions around it is 'what the FUCK did you get yourself tangled up in this time and how do I get you out of this mess safely'. what's worse: the fact that your brother murdered you, or that he put himself in horrible danger doing so and thus exposed you to the risk of losing him forever. lucanis' heart certainly has an opinion here and it's fucking unhinged (affectionate)

the themes of dissociation in lucanis' character in general makes me feel nuts. allllll these contradictory messy things he needs to cut off from each other because they can't coexist or be easily reconciled inside him. but all remain stubbornly true separately anyway and will have their due one day. love and resentment. tenderness and fear and rage. terror and longing. love and freedom don't coexist. the burned out golden child anthem is playing in the background. he was always caterina's favourite and he has to keep striving to deserve that dubious honour with every breath he takes and then, presumably, mercifully, some day he will die and be excused and can rest. and until now he's suppressed all the -- natural, healthy, protective! -- negative feelings that threaten the few attachment relationships he actually has, at the cost of ever actually having his needs for connection and safety met and leaving his core self imprisoned and compromised. and spite goes 'what. no. that's dumb fuck that' (*spite voice* I do not understand that and even if I did I would not respect it) and does not allow him to fall back into that, which I think is what saves his life, ultimately. it took being possessed by a demon for lucanis to even contemplate telling anyone he loves 'no' in any way, but hey. whatever gets you there right lol

lucanis is dealing with the freeze response allll the way down baby. and he was even before the ossuary, that just turbo powered it and brought it to a breaking point way before it could happen naturally. but something was going to break eventually no matter what, and I'm just glad that in the end, through the power of friendship and also pure spite, it doesn't have to be him

[prttart]

thicker than a bowl of oatmeal 🥵

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

He just wants to be missed

[thelifeinmyshadesofgrey]

Rook? I was going to fetch some breakfast. Would you like anything?

[emmyrosee]

my first time commenting🫶

anyway could i please have some dad!kenma fluff? Tyyy🫶

“Daddy?”

There’s a tug on Kenma’s pant leg, gentle but just enough to get his attention. He turns his head down to look at his daughter, and he smiles lovingly at her, “hey beautiful. What’s up?”

“What doin?”

“I’m making mommy a hot chocolate.”

“Why?”

“Because she asked for it. And mommy gets whatever she wants.” He says as he breaks up the bits of chocolate bar.

“Why?”

Kenma shrugs, “because I love mommy. And I’ll do anything for her.”

“But why?”

His brow twitches. He turns down to look at Maesi who has no ill will in her eyes, just sheer curiosity. He sighs and bends down to pick her up, plopping her onto the countertop and passing her a small piece of chocolate, “you’ve got a lot of questions today, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh!” She chirps, beaming up at Kenma. He smiles down at her and kisses her head while she nibbles on the chocolate. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“You love me?”

Without a second to spare, Kenma nods, “more than anything.”

“More than mumma?”

Kenma chuckles, “I love you both so much, that if I had to pick, the world would explode into a million pieces.” He gently pokes her tummy, making her giggle and cover it with her tongue hands, protecting her from his playful touch.

“No world ‘esplode!” She says, reaching her arms up to be held by him. “Like the world.”

Kenma picks her up and puts her on his hip just as the water in the kettle starts to boil, signifying its contents being hot enough. “I like the world too- after all, you’re in it. It’s my favorite world of all.”

Maesi hums in thought. “Love uncle ‘tsu?”

At the mention of Kuroo, Kenma nods and starts to pour the hot water into the mug, “i do.” He looks at her and jostles her slightly, “you’ve got love on the brain today, hmm?”

“I love you, daddy!” She says eagerly.

“I love you too baby. But you know what mommy loves?”

“Us?”

He smirks. “Marshmallows.”