#love these two dorks

[avatar-wtf]

Me every time Kyoshi refers to Rangi as ‘her girl’ 🤭:

[aestheticforzoe]

Mikal & Pronce

[dionisdefiesta]

Thanks @diffindofanclub For inspiration 🤭

Sebastian: Can’t believe you told some nobody fifth year about the Scriptorium when I’ve been begging you for Merlin knows how long about it.

Ominis: Well, I still can’t believe that you just went ahead and showed some nobody fifth year the Undercroft, which we've sworn not to tell anyone about since first year.

Sebastian: ...

Ominis: ...

*** P.S.***

MC: Sometimes I can’t believe that I told you both about ancient magic and my abilities though proffesor Fig asked me not to do that as it could be dangerous for all of us. But here we are.

[fan-girls-r-us]

Ah, to hell with it; I have been thoroughly convinced to link some of my fanfiction here, so… here’s one of them. Edelgard/Hubert as a pairing especially is so close to my heart, and it would be so cool to find more people who love them too. So, uh, enjoy the fic I guess? Please be kind, I worked very hard on this 😂

[alwayscaskett810]

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Blood and Thorns drabble. This is just part of the morning after Maeve’s and Robb’s wedding. The actual scene in the story will be much longer but I’m excited to share this with you all :)

“You’re not in any pain?” Robb asked worriedly.

Maeve could feel the spot of where she bled on the bed but it did nothing to make her cringe. Instead it was a reminder of how amazing she felt last night, albeit how odd and slightly discomforting it had been at first. Now she only felt the aftermath of her wedding night, and it wasn’t entirely painful.

“I feel sore but my mother told me that was to be expected.” Maeve shared, and right away wanted to hide under the covers. However she fought against her shyness, keeping eye contact with her new husband. Gods, his blue eyes were beautiful. She had stared at them all throughout last night. “But I am not in any pain, so please do not fret.”

Robb took a deep breath of relief before asking his next question. “But did you enjoy what happened between us?”

His question was asked so gently Maeve felt like doing twirls. She stuck with nodding her head, giggling under her breath. “I did quite a lot, husband.”

Robb’s heart fluttered, his blue eyes soft as ever while looking at her. “That makes me happy to hear, wife.”

Maeve’s heart skipped a beat hearing him call her that. She perfectly remembered him calling her that during a certain moment of passion. She bit her bottom lip. “That thing you did last night...”

“I did a lot of things last night.” Robb smiled, caressing her cheek. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

Maeve leaned into his hand despite her blushing. “The thing you did with your mouth.” She lowered her voice, as if she thought someone would hear them. How silly to think so since she certainly hadn’t been too careful about being quiet last night.

“Ah, that.” Robb laughed lightly, more self-conscious. He kept his hand on her cheek while his face began to feel warmer.

Maeve moved to sit up against the headboard. She began fidgeting with the fur blanket covering her. “You’ve done that before?” She inquired, trying not to frown.

Robb followed her move, his bare chest for her to view. “No.” He was quick to let her know. She was his one and only. There would be no one else.  “I’ve never done that.” He blissfully admitted, heart still longing for her. “Last night was a night of firsts for me as well.”

Maeve was astonished to hear that. “But you were exceptional.” She blurted, face turning redder after realizing what left her mouth. “I mean, it seemed like you knew what you were doing.” She sheepishly added, her shyness finally getting to her. She nervously rubbed at her nose.

Robb found the action and her rambling to be endearing. “I’ve heard many conversations over the years.” Conversations mainly from Theon. He chuckled faintly. “Don’t be mistaken, men also like to talk. But I mainly based it off your reactions, so I thank you for that. Otherwise I wouldn’t have known I was doing it right.”  

Maeve’s face was probably red as a strawberry but that didn’t stop Robb from leaning over and kissing her gently on the lips.

[eilinelsghost]

Mark the line of my arm

An excerpt from Atandil Part 03: Unfriends

“It is like any natural process. Here,” he reached out and placed his hand against Balan’s cheek, “close your eyes and then set your hand over mine. Follow what happens within your mind as you do so.”

Balan hesitated for a moment, then let his eyes fall shut and raised his hand to rest tentatively over the Elf’s. He needed no injunction to note what passed within his thoughts and consequently sat in fear that the other might feel the pulse pounding through his skin.

“You did not need to look to place your hand. You knew where to meet my touch by instinct. By intuition, if you will. Now move your hand forward and follow my arm to my elbow.”

He did as instructed and let his fingers trace along the forearm, feeling the firm line of the radius beneath the fabric; a thin cloth, softer than any his people knew to weave, hardly a breath between the other’s skin and his. He focused to keep his breathing steady while attempting at once to observe whatever process of the mind he was meant to study.

“Good. You may open your eyes,” Finrod added with a smile and lowered his arm to rest once more across his lap. “The communication of thought is, in some sense, the same action. Your instinct directs you to the touch, your fëa—your spirit—knows to follow it as your fingers knew, sightless, how to mark the line of my arm without fumbling.” He pressed harder into the other’s thought than he would ordinarily. “Can you feel that touch? Or rather, do you see the image that I’ve set?”

“Yes,” Balan replied as the branches of a tall pear tree reared up through his perception with a surprising urgency. “I see a tree in flower with a low, white wall stretching behind it. The wind is blowing through its leaves.”

“That is placing your hand over mine. Now follow it back toward me, if you can.”

“How?”

“You have allowed me in already. And a door once opened, if there is willingness on each side, sets a path either may tread. Shift your focus and reach out with intent along that path. I will not bar the way.”

Balan concentrated on the gently moving branches. It was difficult to conceive of it as a path and not simply a foreign presence traipsing about his mind. Welcomed, yes, or at least not denied, but breaking in nonetheless. He focused once more and looked up into the other’s eyes, then reached out.

Finrod caught his breath. He thought he was familiar after these months of encountering each mind to glean their language, and yet having one reach out in return—having Balan reach out in return—sent an unexpected flood of sensations racing through his blood. There was an earthy rootededness in the brush of the other’s perception, a fumbling touch, at once rough and gentle. He had guessed through his own inspection that their hröar had a degree of prevalence, but this was something entirely different and beyond any framework he held in his own understanding. There was somehow a physicality even in encountering the other’s fëa and it took his breath away.

“Is this how it always is for you?” Balan’s voice was awed as he felt his way through the other’s thought. He could sense the restraint as well as the welcome and knew he was seeing only a small corner, a meticulously curated room laid out and fashioned for his viewing. But even that was overwhelming in its intimate vulnerability.

“It is,” Finrod replied, carefully holding his voice steady. “Openness is the natural state of any mind of the Mirröanwi, or rather it would be in an unmarred creation. Here, as we are, it is more often thus only between those who share affinity—kin, or those bonded in love and friendship.”

“This is uncanny,” Balan breathed as he looked about and Finrod felt again the fumbling touch within his mind. It reached the few memories he had selected and laid out, it passed through the curious fascination with these new creatures, his attempts to understand their ways, it grazed against the deep love he held for each of them, it paused.

Without warning, Finrod’s heart lodged in his throat. He had stopped breathing as Balan’s thought crossed the space of unique affection he occupied. A dear and fast friend, Finrod repeated to himself as he had each day, watching their companionship weave ever closer with dizzying speed, a brother unlooked for in the darkness. Yet even as he said it, he quietly closed off additional threads of his mind from the other’s view, unexpectedly timid in the face of inspection…

Read the full work on AO3 or SWG

[sirpunsalct]

sirius and i are long-time partners, epic's new to the squad, heh

[darhknight]

The Twins

Otis (left) and Zara (right)

Before Zara's accident and Otis becoming presumed dead by like everyone. In the known universe. Including his dear twin.

[tokibuns]

this...... this is peak disear content

So I just did this thing. It took about 9 hours X___X The toughest animation I’ve done yet, but loads of good practice and stretching myself. I might edit it later, but for now enjoy the sillyness. It makes no sense at all and I love it.

[tojisun]

i just know and i feel it in my little heart. bimbo reader collects sonny angels. maybe she’s even made them little outfits and says one is simon and one is her. i feel like she’s the type to sew a little pocket on his tactical clothes so a little part of her is always with him 😭

HONEY OH MY GOD HONEY THIS IS ADORABLE?? THANK U FOR THE VISION BECAUSE SHE ABSOLUTELY DOES!! got a full collection and a mounted shelf for the lil cherubs n all thattt 🥹🫶🏼 god what a cutie

just imagine how excited you were when you first started collecting them and simon’s a little confused but he gives you his card anyway when you tell him you want to order more.

“they all have the same face, sweets,” he says, bending over to get a clearer view of your display case to see the little things. some have full outfits, while some are almost bare except for their hats, but even then – even with their different skin tones and eye colours and costumes – simon can’t shake off the oddity of seeing a singular expression from an intensive collection. “i don’t get it.”

then, his eyes catch onto a unique set. these two don’t have a plastic-style outfits and are, instead, decked out in little sewn clothes. one’s a wearing a pink dress, sparkly and made of laces, while the other one’s in a basic tactical gear – dark jumper, dark pants, a grey vest that’s fashioned to look like a bulletproof vest – and… a balaclava?

huh. that almost looks like-

“it’s us!” you chirp and simon, well, his heart quivers.

“yeah?” he asks, unable to look away at the little things, feeling so choked up at the affection and love that’s slamming against his ribs.

you hum in reply before your hand, slim and bejewelled, juts out to pluck the two of the dolls from the stand. simon straightens up and turns to face you at your beckoning.

“made ‘em ‘cause i missed you,” you mutter, batting your lashes up at him in a shy manner. you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling in anxiousness, and simon simply melts.

“oh, lovie,” he croons as he cups your jaw with his palm, his lungs constricting when you instantly nuzzle into his hold. “they’re perfect. y’r perfect.”

he murmurs his thanks when you give him the doll that’s fashioned to look like you, gentle in his touch and reverent as he slides it into the chest pocket of his jacket.

“there she is,” simon murmurs, unaware of how his actions are making you tremble with love. “safe and sound by my heart.”

he chokes in surprise when you throw yourself at him, climbing him with experienced grappling, before cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

well. simon’s not complaining, that’s for sure.

-;

you bring simon-sonny around when you go out with your friends, plopping it beside your cocktail drink or beside your lil cup of ice cream, before asking your friend to snag a picture of you and the cherub to send to simon (who’s currently deployed).

to: simmy <3

us!!!! 💖🩷 <

and simon responds with a picture from his end, just a little selfie, almost blurry, the angle just enough to show simon looking up at the camera and the little sonny that’s perched inside his chest pocket – the one you diy-ed yourself.

from: simmy <3

> us :)

-;

CRYING THIS IS TOO CUTE!!! RAHHHHH nonbc im so sorry i rambled again 😭 i just. i have sm lil figurines (not specifically sonny) and i just love thinking about a s/o who cares sm they indulge u :’>

[achillesmonochrome]

One of the reasons I love momokarun, is that these dorks aren't even together and yet they are completely loyal to each other.

Okarun has a cute, popular girl like Aira trying to kiss him? The thought of being together doesn't even cross his mind. Momo has her first crush coming over for the first time in years? Homegirl goes to Okarun as soon as she has the chance.

Without giving any major spoilers, both Okarun and Momo had two people who would have been their ideal partner before meeting each other, and neither of them pay attention to that fact.

They really say "I want this one or nothing," and stuck to their guns.

[flailingpeanut]

If you’re still opening for Rottmnt request, may I suggest Raph noogies Donnie, please?

[sharpmidnight]

I'm reading Bagginshield fics, and my favorite thing is reading different types of courting and I'm totally getting way into it

Flower? Sure. Totally a hobbit thing

Gifts? Makes sense. And the different types? Makes it great. Rock? Bead? Mithril?

Gestures?

Food?

Actions?

Hair? Braiding? Touching hair?

Yes to all

But what i love most is accidental courting

One does said courting thing by accident

The other: Oh, he didn't mean that.....or did he

[artnijna]

Gay card game players get married or something idk I wanted to draw dorks in love

[afterlife-2004]