#moon makes him soft

[tagidearte]

Cropped WIP. A well trained dog and his best friend, the hare playing rabbit. Sorry for quality, this is a picture taken of my screen.

[fastboatsmojito]

Fall Decorating with one Scott Miller <3

This is silly and cheesy and probably self-indulgent and idgaf 🧎

dividers by @strangergraphics <3

He could smell the cinnamon-y, pumpkin air from the front porch; surely caused by one of the many warm scented candles he told you time and time again you had enough of, always walking you up to the sales counter with them anyway. He couldn’t complain now of course, walking in to find you happily setting up your pretty new pillows on the couch. Still humming along to the Halloween-town theme song as you walked up and threw your arms around his neck.

“Just couldn’t wait for me to get home, could you?” He said, a softness in his eyes that was reserved just for you as he kicked his shoes off and moved his hands to the small of your back reserved just for him.

“You took too long.” You pouted, feigning sadness through the real - though mostly dramatic, loneliness you felt whenever he wasn’t there even for just a moment. “Do you like it?” Your heels lifted off the ground as you reached up to give him a kiss, lingering warmth from your lips and the soft material of his your favorite sweater on his skin as he looked around.

“It’s… warm?” He wasn’t used to the ‘cozy’ of it all, still getting used to not coming home to a cold, empty house. The blankets, the soft lighting, the candles, the little notes you left for him in the lunches you decided to pack for him, it was all new and warm. “I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many blankets.”

“They’re soft! You can never have too many blankets.” You put a hand on his chest to teasingly push him as you said it, his hands on your back pulling you even closer into him.

“Alright, alright. It’s nice.” He reasoned. Too proud to tell you just how nice it was. Your grin up at him after he kissed your head telling him you knew anyway, exhaustion from work slowly creeping up on him as he walked you to the couch.

“I know.” You said matter-of-factly, crawling into his lap accompanied by one of said blankets, finally satisfied with your fall decorating when the grump below you was cozied up in it.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

did i share this yet,, idk. anyway! pov ur trying to talk abt ur hobbies n passions and the cute shy prince boi is too distracted by thinking abt kissing u silly/u kissing HIM silly 100% listening he swears

[ohimsummer]

the moon and the winter season are sisters and the sun and the summer season are brothers. does this make sense

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Heathcliff E.G.O - Default | Corrosion

[kn1feprty]

I know a lot of ppl in twd fandom view Daryl as some sexy daddy LOL and write sum smutty fics abt him but has anyone ever considered asexual Daryl...? I saw someone make a post abt it on tt last year and it has been stuck in my twd brainrotted mind ever since. It fits so well for him imo it's totally canon in my head

[xitsensunmoon]

My fucking god I designed ANOTHER mer Eclipse and I'm fucking can't wait until the evening when I will share him with y'all because OH MY GOD

[majorasnightmare]

bit the bullet and started writing a fic exploring the fun relationship between pre and post tadpole dark urge and isobel thorm 👍

[arsenicflame]

the way i play with Izzyverse is with every Izzy forming from a branching timeline- that they were all the same at some point, only one thing sent them off on the path to be "someones". some are obvious; Sam, Ed, Jack & Hornigold branch from the mutiny- a split second decision on who to go with, a miss timed hit leaving him in Hornigolds grasp- but the others are less so. how would he become Jackie's, or Ned's, or Anne and Mary's? what happens to make an Izzy Stede's? how do they even meet?

[beeholyshit]

"The Moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't It....?"

[drowzyscatterbrain]

what if...

what if i wanna yoink moon to a light-pollution free flower field at night. make em cover their eyes and all.

and when we're there, tell em to look up and uncover their eyes, how would he react to the vast sea of stars?

[ssaseaprince]

Controversial opinion, but Bella was, in fact, not born to be a vampire

[ebitenpura]

Sort of turning over thoughts in my head (and you've all seen enough of me yelling about swords lately) but even without the Inquisitor story, Eight and Talos already go way back -- before Talos ever meets the Inquisitor, Eight was often pirated from Intelligence to be Talos' bodyguard whenever he stumbled across dangerous knowledge or artifacts that would put a target on a humble archaeologist like him. they're good partners and good friends, and at first, Eight was not happy about being pulled into nonsense work for other branches, but as Talos tends to get wrapped up in situationsTM while gleefully chasing that spark of knowledge, things got rather...exciting and he found himself conscripted more and more on his expeditions (which he himself ended up liking and fostering his own fascination with the world which Talos studied). It's but one of the reasons why he expresses less derision towards Force-users compared to his other agent siblings.

This dynamic doesn't stop even when Eight is assigned to spy on Lord Zash (as my way of justifying him in the Inquisitor story) and even further beyond, where reuniting in the Alliance if the PC recruits both of them at the same time triggers a little cutscene where they happily point each other out, sort of like SCORPIO and Kaliyo.

I've also decided that whether in his own timeline of KOTFE/ET or a different Commander's, Eight's sword is one that he and Talos discovered on yet another scouting expedition to ancient ruins looking for Jedi remnants. They were too late to save the Jedi who sent the distress call from a remote planet of Je'daii ruins, and so unexpectedly ran into a trap of Zakuul Knights everywhere who had also intercepted the signal and lay in wait to try and capture the Outlander, but as Eight does, he protected both of them well enough-- but the situation was dicey enough that they had to hide in the Je'daii village.

Further discovery and Talos' nosey self revealed the site of many a Je'daii forge and one lone sword hidden under centuries of ash and dust, but Eight would note that it appeared to be unfinished, left on a whetstone all by itself. No sword guard, a misshapen piece strung together by wire above where the collar is supposed to be...it appeared the Jedi they'd come to rescue had spent all their lonely months trying to restore it. By this time, all the heavy fighting has long since snapped Eight's own vibroblade in two, so he takes it with him. It turns out to be the key to making it off-planet, as the original smith of the Je'daii sword made it as a lament to his people's descent into war and their own inability to find another way, and so left it as a gift to the future in the hopes that one day it would be used by someone unfettered by their mistakes, who walked the in-betweens and retained the strength that the smith lacked in their life. Eight's heart resonates with the force imbued into the blade, unbeknownst to him as this is, as he simply marvels at the craftsmanship and remarks that whoever made it put love and care into forging it, and decides that he'll be its custodian out of respect for the life that this one Je'daii lived. Talos urges him on to keep it and recreate the way it was used (mostly for his own anthropological studies), but also as a secret gift to his long-standing bodyguard of an agent who still walks with the soul of a warrior.

There's a lot of ruminating on the Force and the past during this little arc, and Eight is a bit starry-eyed by the thought that the Sith and the Jedi used to be one, like a confirmation to his dream of living side-by-side to both these respective cultures. He and Talos emerge from the gauntlet with a newfound appreciation for being tourists in this strange history, as well as the knowledge that someone from thousands of years prior could feel the same way you do now.

Anyways, long ramble aside, I really liked the idea that Eight's sword is still a Je'daii sword which opens his eyes to a bit of their storied past since he has little to no experience with Jedi but needs to understand them in his own way as well in order to truly live as part of their secret world. Like the red sageo cord on his belt dyed in the blood of Sith, I thought it'd be nice if he carried another's object of grief and unfulfilled wishes on his back like that.

There's something about ancient history and touching it as someone who has no relation to it that really speaks to me, and the idea of non-force users taking up their legacy is sweet, imo. Like we'll take care of you even when you're long gone. It's the kind of love that you don't really see between the Force-sensitive and Force-blind in-game.

And a sword must be used. It has no use without a wielder, even if its very existence is a question that cannot be answered on whether the world is better off without a weapon that can only be used for violence, good intentions aside. That sword was created to answer that very question, of which its blacksmith could not answer themselves and hoped for another to take up the blade in their place.

In that blade, Eight sees himself.

[ghost-proofbaby]

aruna: listen bro it came to me in a vision

astarion, unimpressed and wishing they never discovered the tadpole connection so she could turn the tables on him and bother him at every given opportunity: have you considered having a vision of shutting the fuck up

[dufferpuffer]

Me: Remus Lupin is a manipulative little shit. He is so desperate to be accepted that he is almost never his true self - he knows his true self is snappy, aggressive and bitter. So he acts polite. He acts nice and thoughtful while being utterly selfish. He keeps peoples weaknesses in his back pocket to use. He steps on those of lower social standing to prob himself up… Like a social werewolf not just a physical one he spends most of his time acting like a normal human... worrying that inevitably his secrets will come out. His persona is unsustainable - so he gives up at the first sign of trouble and runs away. He is a weak willed coward. Dating him - even just being friends with him - would be an absolute nightmare. Mood swings, vague answers, lies, disappearances, gaslighting, blackmail, snapping...

Also me: Baby. Baby boy. Lovely man. Cutie patootie. Poor sookie. Marvelous. Absolutely very very enjoyable.

[dirt-str1der]

Whenever i get bored of havingsex i start to play horror house with kiryu again