#miss my bb so much

[koofiims]

never let go💜

pls do not repost !

[suolainensilakkart]

Emerging from my cave once more to place another Terra on y'all's doorstep as a peace offering ✌️

[linvaniin]

miss me?

[ogminecraftgf]

wanting to replay mysmes for the 1000000th time but knowing i don't have enough time bc of work..... i miss u jumin and saeyoung.... one day we will be reunited...

[s0fter-sin]

it’s the sound that tips him off.

it’s late, half-past hell by his last count, and mactavish knows there shouldn’t be a single soul in the showers this time of night. though he’s sure if he asked, he’d be told a soul isn’t in there.

just a ghost.

he almost chokes on the thick steam filling the locker room; humid and hazy and the perfect cover. or it would be, if the man collapsed in the far stall cared about hiding.

mactavish hates himself a little for the low sigh that falls from his lips. he wishes he wasn't so disappointed; that the promises he's heard over and over and watched be broken as many times hadn't wedged their way into his heart and convinced him that maybe, maybe this could be the time it sticks.

he doesn't know what's worse; the disappointment or the lack of surprise.

he holds his breath through the steam and leans over the limp body; stinging hot water hitting his back, instantly soaking through his clothes and already starting to burn. he flicks the tap enough to take the bulk of the heat out and straightens; a groan startling out of the man beneath him at the sudden lash of tepid water.

mactavish crouches, knees clicking and hooks a hand under his bicep to pull him up straight against the wall. if there was any vomit on his skin, it's been washed away by the pelting stream and he supposes he can count himself lucky for that. he tilts his limp head back and slips his fingers into his mouth; holding down his tongue and ignores the way it lazily jolts under his fingers to check his airway.

clear.

another small victory.

mactavish pulls his fingers out and cups his chin, keeping him tilted up and moves in the way of the water again so he can pull at his eyelid.

the eye he's met with is cloudy, so dilated there's hardly a ring of blue left.

he sighs again; hand falling away and letting his eye fall shut. "god damnit, riley."

riley moans, all his weight resting on the hand holding his jaw.

"aye, 'm talking ‘bout you," he grunts tiredly.

he lets riley's head fall forward to grab his arm, pulling him away from the wall to sit behind him; propping his body up against his chest. he leans his head back over his shoulder, keeping his face out of the water and his airway open just in case he hasn't actually finished throwing up.

he takes the rag riley'd half-managed to soap up and mechanically runs it over him; cataloguing new bruises and cuts and checking if the old ones are healing. sickly yellow fingerprints ring his hips, red splotches paint his ribs; too new to have settled into the deep purple he knows they’ll become.

riley slowly makes more noise as he rubs life into his body; still lying limp against his front but his head's starting to roll restlessly on his shoulder. he swipes between his legs and carefully doesn't think a single thing about what he finds.

"sean?" he rasps and mactavish's hand stills; eyes falling shut. he bites his check, hand clenching around the rag tight enough to shake and breathes hard out his nose.

he doesn't say a word, just forces himself to go back to cleaning.

he's not sure what would come out of his mouth if he did.

riley isn't conscious enough to hear him anyway.

he runs his fingers over his inner elbows for tracks and manages to muster some relief when he doesn't find any. seems to be a pill and booze night; far from the worst condition he's found him in.

he rinses him off, running a curtesy hand over his shaved head only for it to fall back to his jaw; his thumb stroking over the thick scar carved into his cheek.

"you gotta stop doin' this," he whispers.

he isn’t sure if he’s talking to riley or himself.

mactavish gathers up riley's too-light body into his arms and turns off the shower. his head lolls into his throat and he throws a towel over his dripping body and another over his shoulder. it doesn't stop him from tracking water all the way to his quarters but he'd like to see someone try to put in a complaint about it.

he lays out the other towel on the bed and sets riley down; moving his body into the recovery position in an all-too familiar routine. he dries him enough that he won't soak the covers as he pulls them up to his chest and kicks the waste bin within grabbing distance of the bed.

he goes to pull off his sodden clothes when a different noise makes him freeze.

a low sniffle.

mactavish slowly turns back to the bed to find riley's eyes squinting open; glazed with tears as he kneads at the covers.

he stares at him for a moment as he looks around the room and those hazy eyes lock on him for the first time. "cap'n?"

he swallows. "aye; s'just me, riley."

his hand pokes out from under the covers and for all the promises he's made himself - all the “never again”s and “this is the last time”s - at the end of the day, he's weak.

he sits on the side of the bed and takes riley's hand in his; already so cold after nearly boiling himself alive.

"y' mad a' me?" he sniffs.

mactavish runs his tongue over his lip and slowly shakes his head. "no, i'm not mad at you."

"prom'se?" he pushes.

he reaches out and caresses his temple with his thumb. his hand almost covers his head and it cuts like a knife to remember just how small riley is. "aye," he says, hushed. "i promise."

riley's eyes fall shut, voicelessly murmuring 'promise’ to himself over and over.

"I’ll ge’ bett'r," he slurs and between one breath and the next, he's out.

mactavish sighs, running his hand in a final pass over his head and stares at a face that looks so much younger in sleep; bruised and sallow skin hidden in the shadows. "i know you will."

he presses a slow kiss to his forehead, shutting his eyes against the grief that wells in his heart and gets up to pull a chair over to the bed; settling in for another long night's vigil of watching his broken lieutenant sleep, ready to tilt him over if he throws up, eyes locked on the slow rise and fall of his chest fearing tonight may finally be the time it stops.

[wulfhalls]

they put my tiny baby boy to sleep today. they took him away from me he was my whole wide world and more without him I'd have killed myself thrice over in the last 8 years he was my everything he was so good and loving and sometimes so endearingly stupid and headstrong and lazy he loved his little boxies and scratches behind his ears and he let me hold his paw but hated when I did it to his tiny feeties he is the very best boy there ever was and idk how to exist in a world without him in it he used to follow me from room to room like a dumb idiot tiny dog and even when I was so depressed I didn't think I'd get out of bed he was always there always making me feel not alone and now he's gone. those are the last pictures I took of my idiot baby boy in his boxy. I just wanted someone to know that I love him more than the whole wide world and I'll never not miss him and that i love him and love him and love and everywhere I look is a place he isn't anymore and it makes me wanna end it all. I love you so much forever

[luckyartdrawer]

I think... I think I miss my wife fic...

[fatuismooches]

Smooches!! So about fragile!reader who wakes up from their coma, and feels sad because Zandik has changed so much…what if he had the segments spend time with them in order? They’re all supposed to be him at different points in time, right? So one segment will spend a few weeks with you, and then the next oldest one, etc. He gets you to ask them questions about themselves until you understand each part of him. All until reader feels comfortable and knows who he is. And is ready to spend time with him again ❤️(Hope that makes sense!)

Also I’m thinking about childhood friend! Reader who adores spending time with Zandy, because he’s just such a cute reminder of who Zandik was when you first became friends. He makes you play the same games you used to as a child, and has all of the same habits and quirks you remember. You missed spending time with this version of him!

Hope one of these makes you smile 😊

YES OMGGGG IM GOING CRAZYYYY IM GRINNING MAD HARD AT THIS ANON!! <33 Ouhhh... i really do love this 😭 Zandik would feel jealous and annoyed that his segments are hogging up all of your attention but if this is what makes you happy... he'll let it happen. You'll be living with them for a long time, so perhaps this is the best course of action anyway... it wouldn't do for you to be scared of them. Ohhh the clones are SO ecstatic to have a chance with you, to be honest they were expecting mere crumbs of moments with you considering the kind of person their creator was but!! They are so ready!! Mentally counting the days in their head until it's their turn to spend time with you!! And you love it of course... when you just woke up from your coma you weren't aware of how damned whipped they were for you but after no time it just clicks like 'oh! 😯 they really do like me!' At least one thing that never changes between the clones is how desperate they are for your touch 🫠🫶

REALLL WE LOVE BABY ZANDY IN THIS HOUSE!! You just love him so much, how could you not? ;( He's always so happy around you and pulls at your clothes to join him at something, he always wants to tell you what he's learned or listen to a story by you or play some games... he's so adorable ;( I hc sometimes after you read him bedtime stories he doesn't want to be alone (*cough trauma cough*) so you two end up going to sleep together <3

Even if you weren't childhood friends with him, you'd still love little Zandy either way because you'd love to know how he was as a little kid (your heart would break into itty bitty pieces at his childhood tho 😭, the baby is getting all the hugs)

[sotc]

SAW JULEIC AGAIN!!! AAA. I really loved seeing Juleic and Armas interacting in this scene SO MUCH. They are complete opposites in regards to their personalities and how they're perceiving/handling Solas. Seeing my softie Inquisitor torn up about him and wanting to save him while Armas has his guard up is very, very in character. Surely Rook wants to save Solas too, right? ... 👀

[dragonagebrainrotblog]

playing through DA2 for the first time and there’s my boy!!! i’ve missed him 😭

[inkykeiji]

grrrrr miss icky gross virgin incel tomura from like season 1-3ish i do not like the direction he has been taken :(( want my slutty gamer boy back

i get where ur coming from anon (｡>﹏<) as much as i love beefcake shig, my favourite tomura evolution of them all is scrawny, bratty, pathetic, incompetent and entitled NEET tomura sigh :((

[moraxsthrone]

welp. looks like i'm maining kaeya again. 🫠 been getting him ready for 3.8 and omggggg he's so much stronger now??

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[seumyo]

how you got me feeling tonight

I hope you feel a bit better now, Sen 💗 Make sure to get all the nutrients your body needs + enough rest and natural vitamin D

[nazorneku]

♡ // For Estinien and Vincent

The more awake time was spent in contemplation, the swifter the veil of bewilderment dispersed. Upon rousing from slumber, the memories of his were bereft of familiarity and comprehension, yet eventually the events of the past reemerged, revealing faces long-forgotten. Amidst the ceaseless cacophony of whispers carried by the ghosts shuffling along the deserted streets, there was one the hunter could distinguish. A fiery woman and a skilled warrior, they met prior to catastrophic events that claimed the land completely. "She is confused and bewildered now, as she knew only her duty and followed orders of the Choir... I was once like this before." A scarcely audible voice described the red-haired female in front of him, devoid of resolve and fervor, now only guided by a sole want to locate a lost sibling, with whom they parted. How much did she remember? Was he recognized at all? In that dying world, mayhap he alone could recollect what transpired, whose mind was touched by the healing hand, granting clarity and purpose.

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ●●○○○ | INTEREST ●●●○○ | LOYALTY ●●●○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

In a habitual manner hands were placed across his chest, whilst the man wordlessly beheld the golden city from his vantage point. Since the moment dragons and men forged peace, the need to deploy draconian warriors diminished, save for occasional trips to quell the danger of wild beasts. Such utterly uncomfortable idleness wasn't known to common men, who eagerly celebrated the end of the war, those destined to fight would not find solace in peace. That sentiment found home within a soul of another warrior, cursed, but proud. An admiration and mutual respect soon bloomed between the two, yet there was no denial of a thread of melancholy, following her. Her status clashed with her peculiar circumstances, begetting resentment. " 'Tis a hefty burden placed upon her shoulders. And her merit and resolve will be tested." The presence of her brother was a soothing one, the knight could only hope his flame would not flicker...

Upon Shattering, the land transformed, bringing forth incomprehensible corruption, change and death. Where once was aureate glow, now stretched the pools of scarlet rot and deadly blossoms peppered its edges, as the vestiges of gold leisurely faded. There was no rest for the righteous. And the draconian anew was commanded to arise, to cull the corrupted, to cross the fog to the Lands Between, to stand before the Elden Ring. Thus his path eventually crossed with hers, stirring memories and awakening still slumbering consciousness. Her persona could scarcely be forgotten by the knight, an imprint on his soul was left ineradicable; immensely so that the madness she currently was engulfed in pained the man. "Time was not kind to you, old friend. Your sorrow, confusion and pain— my spear will end it all." The gloved hand tightened grip upon his weapon, a tarnished gaze was lifted at the female in front of him, as with deliberate and confident strides he was shortening the distance between them.

●●●●○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

&. what my muse thinks of yours || @scarletrotted

[autism-corner]

the girly...... my wife.....

(yes. it is that miku figure.)

[wulfhalls]

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