#lyle-my-beloved

[suntails]

Your art is so cute I want to cry every time I see it dhdhshjshshsh I regret not following u sooner 😭

AAA THANK YOU!!! no such thing as too late, happy to have u here at all <3 v v glad u like, i hope the silly recent posts have been fun for ya, and that insane amount of miserable lore art i draw goes over well too lmao :D

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

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Hours later

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lighthearted suggestive implications and tastefull male tits under the cut

[mendellyill]

In "Springtime" the marine Pierce saves who pledges to repay him, Corporal Lyle Wesson, was definitely hitting on pierce like no tomorrow. He even asks for pierces home address after the war. This is the face of a man who just saw the doctor who saved his life and is ready to put it all on the line:

[tokillamockingbird427]

What are your headcanons for Neptune?

They lost their gender in the war. (They're gender neutral.)

Asian American! More specifically, Korean american.

Only child. Did not walk away with only child syndrome though, they grew up really close to their cousins. "It takes a village to raise a child" is literally them and their "May as well be siblings."

Itty bitty crush on Merrick. (Me too Neptune, me too.)

They do prefer to be called Neptune but their birth name isn't their dead name or anything. They just find "Akir Lyle" very formal, and it's usually only used when they're in trouble. (Legit just "parents using your full name" vibe.)

"Ships" people, aka "I dunno, just think you guys would work together. Now kiss so I can post that shit on Twit."

Called Neptune cus they're a horse whisperer. Neptune is "the lord of horses" so you can see the logic.

Unemployed friend vibes. On their days off this motherfucker goes on JOURNEYS. Which is saying something when considering their day job has them literally swimming with sharks.

Licensed to officiate marriages.

Always drinking slushies. Always. Middle of winter, outside, this mf will have a blue raspberry+cherry mix slushie in (mitted) hand.

Incredibly practical. Also very straightforward, but has the sense to warn people before hitting them with news or whatever they have to be frank about.

Knows a guy who knows a guy, always.

Can and will kiss the homies goodnight.

Weird humor. I mean like, "Lemme lick ur toes :p" type shit. They won't start off with that and if they get the sense someones uncomfortable with it they won't do it, obviously. But Logan finds this shit so funny he gets abs from laughing about it. So Neptune goes after him the most because he's an easy target.

Middle child vibes when with the other Ghosties. (Ghosties are any of the "younger" Ghosts btw. So any of them sans Rorke Elias and Merrick. Them the adults. I dunno if I ever clarified that.)

On Neptune+Logan, I can see them being really good friends, but they're not obvious how close they are. They're the duo to unquestionably have the others back but not be "loud" with it. Ya'know?

Kick enabler.

Mama's boy. (Probably part of the reason they and Logan get along so well.)

[all-or-nothing-baby]

“Life, for all its anguish, is ours, Miss Ives. It belongs to no other.”

— Ferdinand Lyle.

(Penny Dreadful: The Day Tennyson Died)

[pearlsinmyhair]

current wips

breath of venus chapter six. status: around two thousand words at the moment

breath of venus character sheet for V. status: partially done

breath of venus ikran sheet for Rutxïryo. status: partially done

‘his muse’, a small hobie fic about hobie meeting a girl at a music bar. status: bullet points

‘ride’, a smut fic for hobie. status: partially done. writing smut is hard, guys.

maybe a part ii for ‘come home to me’

[theogony]

also i kin. a crocodile now

[thatonegaybastard]

found the tinkerer 👍

[kidkubrick]

i miss when mom wasnt a ghost :(

[flame2ashes]

I realized I actually made one Spotify playlist about a relationship and it’s for two OCs made by me and @nuttyinks loooooollllllll

[fear-is-truth]

⋆౨ৎ˚ 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — nicholas a. chavez

𝓣ags ; actress!reader . not proofread . wc 1.4k

requested by — @chaimilkshake

꒰ after your breakout role, teen vogue invites you and your future co-star for an interview ꒱ؘ.

The set of Teen Vogue’s interview was bathed in blinding, fluorescent light, illuminating the sleek, modern chairs arranged under the cameras. Your fingers tapped anxiously against your thigh as you sat in one of them, trying to keep your nerves in check. This wasn’t just any interview—it was your first big one, and you could feel the weight of the attention on your shoulders.

You glanced across the room at Nicholas Alexander Chavez, who was seated in the chair next to you. He’s the rising star everyone’s been talking about since Ryan Murphy’s new docuseries blew up, where he played Lyle Menendez. The two of you were often compared, given your similar roles. In the film, you played Sandra Anderson, one of the infamous “bathtub sisters”—two teenage girls who orchestrated their mother’s murder, a case that horrified the nation. It was your first big role, and while the story itself was dark and intense, the critics had been praising your performance alongside your co-star’s. You’d both been dubbed the “female counterparts” to Nicholas and Cooper Koch, and while that comparison was flattering, it always felt a little surreal to you.

You had only ever done tv commercials before Bathtub Sisters. At 19, you were new to all of this, while Nicholas, at 25, was experienced, confident, and already beloved. And now you were about to share the spotlight with him, after the two of you had been cast as romantic leads in a new rom-com—a pairing that had already broken the internet—people were dying to see more of you together.

Yeah, no pressure.

“Alright, you two ready?” the interviewer — Maggie’s voice calls out from off-camera. You take a deep breath and nod, forcing a small smile. Nicholas glances at you, catching your eye, and offers an easy smile of his own. It helps ease your nerves a little.

“Welcome back, everyone! Today, we’re sitting down with two of Hollywood’s newest stars—Nicholas Chavez and Y/N, who recently broke the internet after being cast together in an upcoming rom-com. You might recognize them from their past roles as Lyle Menendez and Sandra Anderson. Welcome, you two!”

“Thanks for having us, I’m Nicholas Chavez,” Nicholas says smoothly, flashing a smile in your direction. You nod and wave shyly at the camera. “And I’m Y/N L/N.”

“So, this new rom-com,” Maggie begins, “How did it feel to hear that you were cast together? People have been calling you two the ‘next big thing’ after how viral the announcement went.”

Nicholas chuckled, glancing at you for a split second too long. “Honestly, I didn’t expect that kind of reaction. But I can’t complain—it’s been cool seeing people get excited. And, y’know, it’s pretty exciting to be going to work with Y/N. I’m really looking forward to it.”

You try to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck at his compliment. Stay cool, you tell yourself. “Yeah, it’s been…pretty surreal. I mean, this is only my second project, so to be thrown into something so big, it’s wild. But my friends and family have been really supportive.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” she gushes. “You two seem to have good chemistry, even off-screen. I can tell.” You shift in your seat, hoping your nervousness wasn’t too obvious.

“So, you both came from playing in darker, heavier roles—the Menendez brothers, Bathtub Sisters—and now you’re starring in a romantic comedy together. That’s quite the shift! How’s it been adjusting to such a different genre?”

“It’s been fun,” Nicholas replies. “I mean, the last project I worked on was pretty intense, and the same goes for Y/N. Jumping into something lighthearted was a nice change of pace. Plus, rom-coms? You can’t beat that.”

You nod in agreement, trying not to blink too much under the lights. “Yeah, definitely. My first film was so dark, and this…it feels like a breath of fresh air.”

“And how about the fan reaction? It’s not every day a casting announcement gets that much attention. People are already shipping you two.”

You feel your face flush at the mention. “I’ve seen some of it,” mentally reminding yourself never to google your own name again. “It’s kind of crazy how fast things blow up.”

“Yeah, it’s wild. People really get invested in this stuff. But hey, it’s cool seeing how excited they are about the movie.” Nicholas agrees.

“So, you guys have been compared quite a bit—being cast in true crime roles, playing siblings in intense, high-profile cases. How do you feel about that?”

Nicholas turns his head to look at you; silently waiting for you to answer first. When you smile back awkwardly, he speaks up. “I think it’s pretty cool. I mean, both cases are so infamous, and it’s wild how much people gravitate toward these kinds of stories.” He pauses, turning his head toward you again.

“But you guys really knocked it out of the park with Bathtub Sisters—I was blown away.”

Surprised by the sudden compliment, you blink, trying not to let it show how flustered you felt. “Thanks, that really means a lot. I watched Monsters too, and your portrayal of Lyle Menendez was just…” you pause, searching for the right words “…insane.”

“How do you handle that kind of pressure, especially you—” the interviewer nods toward you, “since you’re still pretty new to the industry?”

You shift a little in your seat, brushing a hand through your hair. “Uh, it’s pretty overwhelming at times, but it feels like a dream — getting compared to phenomenal actors like Nicholas and Cooper is a huge honour.”

Nicholas chuckles, leaning back slightly. “Hey, don’t give me too much credit. You’re killing it girl — I wasn’t anywhere near where you are when I started.”

His easy confidence makes you relax, and the interview continues smoothly, covering your upcoming rom-com and what fans can expect. Every so often, Nicholas gives you a reassuring smile, helping to settle your nerves

As the interview wraps up and the crew begins packing, the both of you are waiting for your cars outside the studio. The air is cooler now, with evening settling in, and you fidget with the sleeve of your jacket, still feeling a bit starstruck.

“You did great in there,” Nicholas says suddenly, breaking the silence. You turn toward him, genuinely surprised.

“You think so? I felt like I was rambling half the time.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “No way. You were cute and genuine—people love that.”

A smile creeps onto your face, and you feel a little more relaxed around him.

“T-thanks.”

Nicholas’s phone buzzes in his hand, and he glances at it quickly before slipping it back into his pocket.

“Hey, I know we’ve only just started working together, but… do you wanna grab coffee sometime? No cameras, no interviews, just hang out.”

You blink, caught off guard. He’s Nicholas Alexander Chavez. He could be hanging out with anyone, and yet, here he is asking you. Your heart does a little flip.

“Yeah, I’d like that,”

“Sweet,” he says, pulling out his phone and handing it to you. His fingers brush yours briefly, and the small touch sends a rush of warmth through you. You quickly type in your number, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heat up.

He takes the phone back, flashing a smile. “I’ll text you. Promise it won’t be one of those crazy-ass 3 a.m. texts.”

You laugh, feeling your nerves start to fade completely. “Good to know. I’d hate to have to block you.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Block me? Ouch. That’s cold.”

“Boundaries, right?”

“Fair enough.”

As Nicholas heads toward his waiting car, he turns back just before getting in. “Oh, and just so you know,” he calls out with a teasing grin, “I might text you at 2:59 a.m. Just to see if you’ll actually block me.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re pushing your luck.”

“Hey, I live dangerously,” he replies with a wink before sliding into the car.

As he walks away toward his waiting car, you stand there for a second, feeling a little dazed. The whole day had been a whirlwind, and now it seemed like something even crazier was about to begin. Nicholas turns back just before getting into the car, offering one last wave before he disappears into the backseat.

Maybe Nicholas and you were going to be the next big thing—but off-screen.

MLIST

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[systemadministratorclu]

"Thank you, for finding Milo and caring for him." the newcomer says, as he pulls something out of his pocket. Another pair of Milo's glasses!, "And calling. I......I think I actually almost had a heart attack." He carefully set them on Milo's face. Instantly, Milo's soft brown eyes found him and focused on him

The mountain with legs accepts the towel without looking at Lilia. He's still speaking to Milo, but.......it's in a strange language (it is, in fact, Atlantean). Neither of them notices her go as Milo dries off the bigger man's hair for him.

When the two women enter, the newcomer, who is apparently Lyle Tiberius Rourke, has shed his wet coat and is now seated on the couch with Milo in his lap, wrapped in a blanket, and huddled into Rourke's chest, Rourke muttering softly to him and stroking his hair. Without the big coat, it's possible to see that Rourke wears a crystal pendant just like Milo's and a gold band on his left hand. Newer than the band on Milo's left hand. Contrary to his appearance, he's very soft and gentle with Milo, especially when he examines the bruises on Milo's face, not wanting to cause Milo pain.

His demeanor does a full 180 when he sees Helga. Suddenly, Rourke's nostrils flare, his eyes narrow while also blazing like miniature suns with fury, locked onto Helga. His lips curl back and a loud, hideous, near-inhuman hiss shoots out of his mouth. A warning as he jumps away, holding Milo protectively in his arms.

Milo, on the other hand, just looks scared, and he holds on tighter to Rourke.

"Don't. Come. Any. Closer." Rourke snarls at Helga through gritted teeth.

"Let's go home."

It's Milo outside, shivering and soaking wet, and looking absolutely miserable, like the whole world has taken turns kicking him, and then doing it againonce he's down. Like he might cry if he isn't already doing so. His glasses are set crooked, so he probably is barely able to see, and thus, he probably doesn't know where he is.

“Oh, my god, Milo!”

I sprint outside so quickly that I don’t even bother putting on my boots. All I’ve got in hand is an umbrella which I struggle to open as I shuffle down the street.

“Milo!” I call out as I run up to him, managing to open the umbrella just in time.

I raise the umbrella up above his head, shielding him from the rain. I have to stand on my tiptoes as I reach up and remove his glasses. I haphazardly use the hem of my shirt to clean off his glasses before gently placing them back on his face. I get how hard it is to see with water-logged glasses as I wear glasses, myself. I don’t even think twice before I grab Milo’s shaking hand.

“Let’s go home.” I murmur, softly as I pull him towards my apartment building, keeping the umbrella above our heads. I squeeze his hand gently for good measure. I know how it feels to be alone and miserable. Milo’s such a sweet, kind-hearted soul and even though I can’t carry his problems for him, I can damn well make them lighter! He would have done the same for me, after all.

I guide him up the stairs and into my apartment building. It’s small for an apartment in Washington DC in the early 1900’s but I do my best to make it feel welcoming. The ivory walls are tinted amber from the lamp-light and the crackling fireplace gives off much needed warmth.

I pull Milo into the bathroom and gesture for him to sit on the edge of the tub.

“I’ll be right back.” I say as I sprint into my bedroom where I rummage through the dresser until I find what I’m looking for: A cozy pair of pajamas, a big, fluffy towel and a pair of socks that an ex of mine forgot to reclaim after we broke up. They’re big enough that they should fit him. I hurry back to the bathroom and gently place the clothes and towel on the edge of the sink.

“These might be a little big on you but they’re better than nothing.” I comment before turning back to him, looking him in the eyes.

I reach out and gently squeeze his shoulder— A simple gesture to reassure him that I’m there for him and that he’s not alone, anymore.

“Take a bath to warm yourself up.” I instruct. “You can put your wet clothes in the sink and I’ll hang them up to dry. Don’t worry about the water, I can clean it up later. There’s some bubble bath here if you like scented things and a rubber ducky to keep you company. His name is George. Feel free to take as much time as you need, okay? When you’re done, dry off and put on these pajamas. Then meet me in the living room. I’ll make us some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows!”

I give him a brief but tight hug. “You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to but please know that I’m here for you if you need me. If you need to cry then cry, I won’t judge. If you need to vent to me, I’ll listen. As for advice, well, I’m a shitty advice-giver but I’ll do the best I can to help out. Just do whatever you need to do to feel better, okay?”

I stand up and walk towards the door. “I’ll give you some privacy. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

I give him one last smile before shutting the door behind me. I crack my knuckles.

“Okay, time to make some hot chocolate and chicken noodle soup!” I announce to the empty air.

Milo can take all the time he needs to recover. As long as he’s happy and doesn’t catch a cold, I’ll do whatever it takes to help him out. And if I find out who made him cry I’m calling my neighbor, Helga Sinclair, to go kick their asses.

//Sorry that was so long! Thank you for the first ask. Not sure how I did but I hope you like it!//

[officialdaydreamer00]

Is idia my fated Hades? Can flowers of happiness learn to bloom in the land of death? Does he wither from missing me as I? Does distance make the heart grow fonder?

<3

"The King of the Underworld and the Maiden of Springtime

Destined to cross paths, distance be its prime

Despairing indeed, but the Fates have yet to end

Their bond prevails, beyond death they shall meet again."

pairing: idia shroud x reader

content: fluff, (kind of) use of clichés, idia being socially awkward, just a sprinkle of angst, greek mythology

the oracle speaks — i'm really proud of the prophecy i made!! ^-^ love how my first request is about idia lmao, so early event entry!!

May the Fates be kind to this soul.

— a beat of silence.

that was all it took to wake you up-- since when had you dozed off?

blinking the sleep away, your thoughts got all jumbled up. what was that voice you heard in that short nap? and what did it mean by 'destined'?

quiet murmurs and whispers entered your ears, a blatant reminder of reality pulling you back to the land of living. right, you sighed, you were in a library. and in the presence of people.

your eyes swept through rows of bookshelves and immersive readers, before they stopped at a far corner of the library. there, you see a person, simply reading the time away. you couldn't see their face, as it was covered by the oversized hoodie they wore.

what you noticed, however, was the distinct glowing blue hair. like fire, you mused; pretty, and rather hard to miss.

the more you stared at the mysterious person, the stronger you felt a sense of familiarity. the warm feeling buried deep within your heart, resurfaced. a feeling you never knew you could experience until today.

have you met this person before? you couldn't have, right?

... a soft voice echoed, snapping you out of your stupor.

your eyes met gold hues, and that feeling came crashing down like tsunami waves.

he was tall, towering over you even, he had to hunch down to look at you. the hood was pulled down, revealing his ghostly pale face, and long fire-like blue hair cascading down his back. and his eyes, a molten gold so bright and eerie, yet so soft as he stared at you with an expression difficult to read. melancholic? wistful? you couldn't tell which.

again, his soft voice snapped you out of your thoughts. he was fidgeting with his hands as he quietly asked if you were okay, since you were spacing out. you blinked, oh right, you still had a job to do.

wordlessly, you checked through the books, fighting down a blush in embarrassment, all while sneaking little glances at him. in the few chances your eyes met, you looked away as if nothing happened, spare for the heat presented on your face. only after he left, did you let out a relieved sigh.

"what was that all about?" you murmured, your hand hovered over where your heart was. the strange feeling was real, you mused, but why did your heart feel so empty when he left?

you made it your mission to get to the bottom of this. perhaps you could find that boy again, if the fates were on your side.

his heart was hammering as he left the building. through the darkened glass panes, he could make out your figure standing there behind the desk. he found himself smiling at the sight of your thoughtful look. his soul longs for you, craving for you to be in his arms.

it seems like the fates have smiled at him once more, weaving his destiny to reunite with his beloved.

"I have found you at last. My Persephone."

🏷️ @identity-theft-101 @twistwonderlanddevotee @krenenbaker @dove-da-birb @siren-serenity @cave-of-jade @xen-blank @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @lyle-my-beloved

remember to reblog if you like my works ^-^

[porpunta]

my AU (Jr and Sr Quaritch's)

So this sketch of mine holds some self-created story. pt. 1

In alternative universe Spider is Miles Conrad Quaritch or simply Jr Quaritch. He was born from a short-term marriage between Paz Socorro and Miles Silas Quaritch in the early 2000s. Paz parted ways with her husband more peacefully than everyone around them expected, considering her ex-husband's temper. Due to her mental troubles and financial situation (as well as the assistance of the Resource Administration's Security Unit in court proceedings), her then-four-year-old son stayed with his father, while she headed to her homeland, never forgetting to send letters or meet her beloved boy. Quaritch has never been a great husband, however, he spares no expense for the mother of his son and drives Junior to her every Christmas.

Miles is very curious, bright and witty, although he is somewhat soft-spoken, as his papa doesn't like excessive noise. He loves to tell the man about his day, his scores and activities, as well as about Sully kids, whom Quaritch endures with difficulty. Junior has a whole squad of uncles and two aunts who pamper him from time to time. They have various roles, with uncle Zhang being a source of discipline for the boy, and uncle Lyle spoiling him with candy bars. At the Security Department base, Miles turns into a little prince with a cape which is his father's outdated jacket. Thick concrete walls are freezing cold even in summer.

As Junior grew older, he became more of a bratty teenager. Quaritch considered this an inheritance from him and cursed his fate for it. Still, his son always had his mother's intelligence, and that consoled the old marine.

Miles was never afraid of spiders and vermin (note: it's actually part of my culture; spiders and vermin should not be killed, but avoided, because they do good rather than evil; for killing snakes specifically you might get a curse), and every time he saw an eight-legged creature, he looked at it with fascination, for which he got a nickname Spider from Lo'ak. Yet papa thinks this name is ridiculous. And Junior knows this, because he has only heard such names as angel, tiger, or sunshine. Though he thinks that Spider is pretty cool...

put "💙" in the comments if you'd like to see another part of this, or interact with this post

thank you🦢

[the-clockwork-fiend]

One more thing! Mutuals, please answer at your soonest convenience, I need to reconstruct my tag lists!! Please reply whether or not you'd like to be tagged in the following fandoms:

— Twisted Wonderland

— Bungou Stray Dogs

— Tokyo Revengers

— Vanitas no Carte

— Naruto

Non-mutuals may also request to be added to (a) certain taglist(s)! This will not apply to anons, however, because obviously, I cannot tag you.

@h2llish @lyle-my-beloved @xen-blank @edith-is-a-cat @tenjikyu @unprofessionalsimp @nervocat @nightmare-in-the-woods @floydsteeth @officialdaydreamer00 @cookiesandbiscuits @mermaidfanficlibrary @koihanwrites @casp1an-sea @v-anrouge @vivigoesinsaneagain @tako-cafe

[wowiezowiebaby]

YOU !!!!! YOU !!!!!!!!! THESE ARE SO CUTE I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW THEM ALL ?? THIS IS SO NICE .. THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!!!

This woman is MURDERING ME, I LOVE HER SO MUCH ♡♡♡

and the OTHER designs

OMG DON'T GET ME STARTED!!!

I JU-AAAAAHHHH😭😭❤❤❤❤💘💘💘💖💖💖💘❤💓💕💕💕💖❤💘💞💝💞💅💅💅💖💖

@wowiezowiebaby 's oc's

I LOVE THIS MORE THAN MY SKIN💖💖💖💖💖

(got some thoughts in the tags ._.)