#more ash!!!AHHHHHH

[kaeryios]

this is from december last year but it's still a favorite >:] I had a lot of fun drawing this!!! i have a distinct memory of it being my comeback from a really bad art block, so i suppose that has something to do with it

[slightlytoastedbagel]

main take away from Witch's Heart gaming today is that I love Claire Elford so fucking much her joyous whimsy and feeling like she needs to keep strong despite the situation and how she is just so doomed no matter what despite not deserving it at all. and also Wilardo idk why exactly though. it's probably the bit where he gives the diary over to Claire because he would have had every reason to not at that point. someone was dead and anyone could have done it and he just found something linking her to the dead person. but he still goes and gives it to her anyway. that just stuck out to me for some reason..

[venusinx]

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat

itoshi rin x reader smau

chapter XX: godfather

cw: cursing, silliness, mentions of pregnancy (as a joke)

a/n: there will be a bonus chapter (that i haven't written yet so it might not be up by sunday whoops) but otherwise this is the last chapter !!!, thank you all for sticking w me through my first smau<3 i treasure you all

chapter XIX > series masterlist > bonus chapter

** 9th slide is supposed to say to* instead of so but once again i am too lazy to fix it so sorry

chapter XIX > series masterlist > bonus chapter

THE END AHHHHHH i'm not crying u are

also i'm writing a nagi smau & also planning one for sae & oliver & also gojo satoru & eren jaeger if any of you wanna be added to a potential future taglist for these potential future smaus,,

anyway thanks again to you all i love you endlessly & i will see you once more in the bonus chapter🫡

taglist: @punkhazardlaw @sarah-saystuff @ashnootnoot @xiriela @froggie-zusya23 @vanitasbrainrot @lesliesleisure @shironagi @1isabelfox @celestair @rin1802 @rroxii @reiners-milkbiddies @arxliana @kiopanxp @kawaii-angelanne @sleepygraves @dei-lilxc @y-sabell-a @k0z3me @lilactaro @mellozhi @matchablossomsss @rainb3rrie @vernorexiaaa @httpsanon @bloombb @izumi-astra-123 @karmatiz @msameikanevaeh @ascybous @niko-ash @celioderso @91ed0

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - The Ep8 Script (Pt1)

Thanks to slitwrstsavior sharing the script and @memorian for digitizing it! <3

Imma have to do this in chunks, cuz of Tumblr's 30-pic limit.

SHADE.

AMC. I'm finna smack y'all. I NEED those alternate outtakes! 😭🙏

😳 JACOOOOOOB! 😱

SIR ANDERSONNNNNNNNN~!!!!

You ain't have to commit to the bit like THAT! They said suck the BLOOD DROP on the FLOOR, not the effing ROCKS themselves! XD Your improvs are IMMACULATELY UNHINGED! 😍

This is VERY cool & interesting!

HH's OCD mirrors Lou's mad ravings during his PTSD unhinged Revenge Plot, but it's also really cool that he was from vinatge Hollywood, contemporaneous with Louis' film noir aesthetic in 2x7, AND HH's association with aviation, and Lou's dream learning to fly (a plane)--perhaps in honor of Claudia mad that Les wouldn't teach her to fly (with the Cloud Gift? 😭💔) NO ONE EFFING TOUCH ME!

Ahhhhhh~! They're his triggers; AND his reset-buttons. U_U

He was finna KIIIIIIILLLLLL Lestat, IKR!? XD

I love how the use of ellipses can stand for either interruptions (Louis shushing him) or deliberate pauses (Armand actively tryna think of a lie).

Rolin's goofy arse. XD He really meant it when he said he wanted Dan's music to come in clutch.

Can't help but notice that it's SILENT during this part though. The "tense" film noir music only starts AFTER Louis' finished speaking. Which I think was a better choice. Let Louis' words sink in--HIS voice is the only one that should matter. THEN let the music come in. 👌

I EFFING KNEW THAT WAS HER ASHES OMG!? That ain't LIPSTICK!

I'm STILL MAD we didn't effing SEE the ear/jaw. But thank you for the movie nod from Akasha's BAMF exit.

Ahhh, that answers my question about if Louis was still using the Fire Gift from halfway across Paris--that is AWESOME, wow!

[EDIT] Forgot to add this in, cuz AMC!Lou's officially OP:

EXCUSE YOU!? Since when did Santiago know Armand's birthname!?

So either: Armand told Santiago his backstory, OR Santiago stole it from his mind (highly unlikely), OR he eavesdropped Loumand. SNAKE!

There's a typo--it should say "They are there to...." Which they took out anyway, and good riddance; Lou immediately cuts him off, cuz ain't nobody tryna hear your effing excuses, a-hole.

I DO wanna hear what he would've said though--pour some more Kool-aid down everyone's throats whydontcha!? "I knew the wisdom of the Great Laws," as if! I NEED to know what REALLY went down with the coven in S3--Imma make a separate post, cuz I have so many questions, that this Ep8 script unfortunately is NOT answering.

SUFFER, bish.

Imma cut off right here, and make a separate post.

[mist-and-rain]

mewtual said they wanted my rekka translyrics (these are my first ones i did, and I did these with a friend who challenged me to include tarot references)

YEAH

My mind is running, won’t be sleeping tonight (woah)

This pain of ours being put to the test

That act won’t help you, cast that strong facade aside (woah)

Just go and lay feelings of doubt to rest

Oh, my eternal dream, changing me, what I’d believed

My passion and grief, what’s created me, poured into this resounding scream

The Sun breaks into dawn, now freeing me and all my feelings

This World we’re in can’t show the future that’s meant to be

Show me your feelings, between dreams, we’ll turn this Wheel, you and me

Strength and truth engraved in your eyes, see?

I’ll show you my instincts, sing impulses ‘til I’m ash

I’ll snatch away even this ending, sentiments gone in a flash

Kind-hearted words will only make these feelings of mine sad and grayed

I’ll always believe this heart held by me

Made its resolve to achieve

More and more of your sun and my feelings, find myself wanting

Now I can’t give on up this wish that kept me going

So let’s go and strike, overcome emotions and keep on moving

To places with our wounds resounding (Ahh)

Woah oh oh-oh-oh, Because we can’t stop it

Woah oh oh-oh-oh, Don’t dare forget it

Now I can’t give up on this wish that kept me going

It lit the fire in my heart, still burning

Woah oh oh x8 (Ahh with varying levels of intesity)

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhhhh

The Sun shines down on us for one moment, illuminating

This World we’re in can’t show the future that’s meant to be

Show me your feelings, your real dreams, we’ll turn this Wheel, you and me

Strength and truth engraved in your eyes, see? (Ahh)

Woah oh oh-oh-oh, Because we won’t stop it

Woah oh oh-oh-oh, Don’t dare forget it

Now I can’t give up on this wish that kept me going

It lit the fire in my heart, still burning

On us it shines upon

My wants reduced to one

[rainbowstargazerlilies]

Mechs Ships Tournament: Shipping Round 2 Poll 8

Propaganda:

Prison Mechs And Lyf:

One, LOOK AT THEM!!! THEY FIT TOGETHER SO WELL AND GIRBIFJRJE AHHHHHH. Like, prison mechs is good, wonderful we love it, Violinspector is wonderful, idiots in love. Put the two TOGETEHR!! perfect ship, 20/10 it's canon to me. They love Lyf so much and Lyf loves them too but they are so annoyed at them all the time in that "gods damnit. I love you three but please for the love of the gods stop." Also the idea of Marius, Raph, n Ivy trying to woo Lyf while they are still an Inspector is so silly cause I can see it working everytime but they CANT DO SHIT ABOUT IT and girbgijrjr. And if you give me a moment to indulge in my own brand of insanity that is creature mechs, them calling Lyf "pretty bird" cause it flutters them every time. It used to work on Raph but doesn't anymore cause she's used to it and tiehfjrhjfjrj. I'm not normal about them lol

violinspecter: the stars claim them fanfictoon. more people added for more cool relationships and stuff, also i love the prison mechs

if you don’t ship it have you even listened to expert testimony????

Think about them. Just think about them. Words are not wording but oh my god think about them. You want fic recs? I can give you fic recs. Please they are so special to me.

prison mechs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lyf!!!!!! what more is there to say

#AHHHHHH GC I C B DGHTHH#THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM-#SAVE ME PRISON MECHS AND LYF#PRISON MECHS AND LYF#PRISON MECHS AND LYF SAVE ME (tags via @analog-cottage-gore)

Ashes/Tim:

that fanart wirh tim in the red dress tis one: https://www.tumblr.com/reegis/728023603994574848/have-you-considered-volunteering-for-acheron?source=share

Just. Ackhfjsgdjs. Pretty people <33333333

they played canon relationships (loki/Sigyn, Osiris/Isis) and fanon (Persephone/Hades) for me not to ship them outright

Round-up for the round here

[nothoughtsonlytrance]

Eclipsed by Love

This is a oneshot fanfic I made based on my Heaven Sent, Hell Bent Dan and Phil AU where Phil is an angel sent by God to recruit Dan, a strip club performer who’s stage name is Sister Daniel, to assist him is taking down Satan’s plans to bringing about the apocalypse and the end of the world! You can read it here on AO3! Hope you enjoy!

As the battle continued to rage on, the once blue sky was now painted in hues of crimson and ash. Demon after demon rose from the depths of Hell as more troops, both heavenly and mortal, were called in to hold them back. Phil and Dan were among those troops, using all their strength and willpower to defeat this apocalyptic hellscape.

Dan himself never thought that his whole life would lead up to this. Going from working as a lawyer during the day whilst moonlighting as a strip club performer to leading a battle in Armageddon in an entire month was definitely not on his yearly bucket list. It felt ironic participating in heavenly wars and possessing angelic power since he himself wasn’t particularly religious. Now that he knew that both demons and angels (thanks to Phil) existed, he wanted to do whatever it took to save the world, even at the risk of his own life.

Phil, who was throwing a set of flaming knives towards a group of demons, glanced back at Dan. “You good on your end?!”

“Y-yeah!” Dan grunted as he flipped his nunchucks around, aiming several headshots at the demons who attacked him. “To be honest, if you told me years ago I would be leading a battle during the apocalypse, I would’ve thought you were another one of those doomsday protesters! With picket signs and everything!” He laughed. “And I proved you wrong, didn’t I?!” Phil smirked as he replied, his knives clashing with another demon's spear before stabbing it in the heart. “I didn’t think Armageddon would come this early either! I mean, I knew they were up to something but I didn’t think it was gonna lead to this!”

Dan nodded, but Phil’s words were getting harder and harder to process over the roar of gunfire and war cries of soldiers on both sides. His face was beginning to drip with sweat from the air steaming from the ground where the demons ascended from Hell. Every step Dan took was precarious as he made sure to avoid the cracks in the ground, lest he fall in and boil alive in the fiery abyss.

“Phil, I don’t think-AHHHHHH!”

“DANIEL, NO!!”

SLASH

A demon’s blade slashed through the air, slicing Dan near his abdomen. Dan let out a bloodcurdling scream, coughing up blood as his legs gave away, “Nooo!” Phil's heart clenched as he saw Dan fall, his own weapon slicing through the nearest demon in a fit of fury before he sprinted to Dan's side.

Dan let out a whimper of pain as he held his stomach. “No, Dan, stay with me! You’re gonna be okay!” Phil pleaded desperately as he knelt by Dan’s side to assess the damage. Dan pulled his hand away slowly from the wound to reveal a hand covered in blood. He gagged, quickly covering his mouth. “Oh shit, I think I’m gonna be sick…”

The demon who stabbed Dan paused, their grotesque face twisting into a sneer. They flipped the sword in their hand, which was still dripping with Dan’s blood. “How precious…” they jeered. “An angel protecting his little human toy.” They chuckled, glaring down at the two with a disturbing smirk that made a lump slide down Dan’s throat. “If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought you two were in love. HA! If you love him so much, why don’t you just make out with him already?!”

(This is just some background music I made that I thought would work well with the story lol)

*music begins*

Dan swallowed harder and blushed a bright red, turning his head away from Phil in embarrassment. The demon's words cut through him deeper than the sword that punctured him. It was true. Dan had been in love with Phil ever since he met him at the strip club he worked at when Phil informed him about Satan’s plans for bringing about the apocalypse and how he was chosen to be the mortal to assist him in leading the army against them. With every encouragement Phil gave him during training, the late night talks they had over Indian takeout, Dan’s feelings for the angel grew more and more. But despite Phil’s constant reminders that he would never judge him for who he was, Dan still couldn’t bring himself to tell the angel how he felt. The pain of being rejected by him was too much, plus, the fact that he was a mortal AND a strip club performer would bring about SO many complications. Could an angel really love a mortal like himself???

“Dan,” Phil’s soothing yet stern voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “I got you, okay? I’m gonna quickly dress the wound and then summon a portal to take you back to heaven. Archangel Raphael will heal you there.”

“Phil, no!” Dan gasped, his voice trembling. “What about you…I-I can’t just leave you here-AHH, fuck..!” He suddenly hissed in pain, tears stinging his eyes as Phil wrapped some gauze over Dan’s abdomen to absorb the blood. "Shh, Dan, I've got you," Phil murmured, his eyes soft with concern. "And I’ll be fine, remember? I’m immortal. See this necklace?” He gestured towards the glowing cross necklace that adorned his neck. “It’s been layered in holy water. If anyone injures me, the wound will completely heal on its own. And when this is over, I’ll be there to see you in the end. We have to hurry though; demonic wounds can be fatal if not treated immediately!

*0:45*

But Dan couldn’t concentrate on Phil’s words as the portal appeared in front of them. The insults coming from the demons around them were too much, bringing back past memories of homophobic bullying that he never thought would return. His panic escalated, his breath coming in shallow gasps and heartbeat speeding up as more insults and slurs were hurled around him.

*0:58*

Phil, seeing the terror and fear in Dan’s eyes from the horrible, vulgar words yelled towards the mortal made something snap inside him. “Dan, listen to me:” He said firmly, cupping Dan’s tear-stained face in his hands. “You are NOT what they say you are! You are amazing, talented, and the bravest and strongest person I know! And if they’re seriously gonna call you those horrific words…” Phil was suddenly at a loss for words and shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Okay, you know what, FUCK this, I can’t take it anymore!”

*1:12*

“Take what anymore-mmph!” Before Dan could respond from hearing Phil swear, which he usually never did, the angel grabbed the front of Dan’s outfit, pulled him in, and kissed him, his lips soft yet fierce with unspoken emotion. As their lips met in a dance of passion, Phil raised his hand and did something he never thought he’d ever do: He flipped the demons off, glaring at them defiantly. The demons' laughter slowly faltered, their faces contorting to expressions of anger bewilderment.

Dan's eyes widened at Phil’s unexpected gesture, but a wave of relief and warmth suddenly overcame him as Phil continued to kiss him. Suddenly Dan couldn’t tell whether the pain in his abdomen was from the butterflies floating around in there or the puncture wound. At this point he really didn’t care. He could feel heart pounding like a kick drum in his chest, beating so hard he swore the entire mortal and immortal world could hear it. Phil had never done anything like this before, but this one kiss was all the confirmation he needed to prove he returned Dan’s feelings.

After a few seconds, Phil pulled back for air, whispering a quiet prayer of forgiveness from God for his rude gesture and choice of words. He looked up and chuckled as he saw Dan’s face heat up. “I’ll be back for you, I promise. Do you trust me?” He whispered, running a hand through Dan’s mangled curly hair. Dan glanced at the celestial portal in front of them and back to the apocalyptic war front around him. As much as he hated to admit it, Phil was right. He’d die if he stayed here any longer. He turned back to Phil, gulping nervously as he stared into his ocean-blue eyes. “Y-yes..I trust you…” Phil picked Dan up in his arms and transferred him through the portal to a doctor on the other side. Phil smiled back at Dan, his wings flaring with celestial light as the demons drew in closer on him. Slowly the portal grew smaller and smaller.

“N-no! Phil, please! D-don’t leave me!” Dan sobbed in agony as he reached out a hand towards Phil, fighting desperately against the doctors who struggled to hold him back.

“I’ll see you on the other side, my love.” Phil saluted him before turning around, lunging in attack just as the portal closed.

“PHIL-mmph!” Before Dan could speak further, an anesthesia mask was placed over his mouth, muffling his screams. The last thing Dan heard before passing out was from one of the nurses to Archangel Raphael as he was carried into a surgery room.

“Please, bring him back! Their bond…it cannot be broken.”

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 30 – FIX-IT

SERIES: Post-Infinity War Snippets by romanoff

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 7,059 Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD

Reasons why I love it: At this point, it's probably no secret that I love everything that romanoff has ever written, and this collection of one-shots includes some of my favorite fics of theirs. The pain is so raw and real, and since Infinity War was one of the first Marvel movies I ever watched (I know, I was a late bloomer) this part of canon is especially near and dear to my heart. I really hope you check them out, because they're all amazing.

This series consists of:

ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 2,133 Tags: Loss, Mentions of Tony/Pepper, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Written for the prompt: hi i don't know if you're active on this blog but i read your last prompt on ao3 and i was wondering if you could give me some tony/steve angst post infinity war?? any closure will do no pressure thank u bye Steve and Tony seek closure with a conversation.

Reasons why I love it: Well, shoot me in the heart, why don't you? Seeing Tony so broken after what happened in Infinity War just breaks my heart, even more so than the movies did. And the way Steve approaches him is so tender despite everything. I love this fic so much, and if you're looking for some canon-adjacent angst, this one is a must-read!

all that remains

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 1,269 Tags: Loss, PTSD, BAMF Nebula

Summary: Nebula and Tony are left on Titan, united by a common goal

Reasons why I love it: I love how Nebula's response to trauma and grief is to become absolutely ruthless in pursuing her revenge, by any means necessary. And her introspections about Tony are super interesting, they really paint a picture of who they both are in this universe. I love this fic, and I bet you will too!

earth's greatest defender

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 818 Tags: Civil War, Flip Phone, Misunderstandings

Summary: Written for the prompt: 'your post-IW snippets are killing me in the best way AHHHHHH - could you write the call scene between bruce and steve, with steve thinking at first that it was Tony calling? that would be amazing, thank you!' Steve gets the call sitting in an old motel outside Albany.

Reasons why I love it: I've recommended this fic on its own before, but you bet your ass I'm going to do it again. The dialogue in this really gets under my skin, Steve's pain is so palpable. And I love that last sentence at the end, it's just the right kind of gut punch to leave off with. The angst is amazing, and if you want to get a little crushed today, definitely read this one!

when the dust settles

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 2,839 Tags: Team as Family, Heavy Angst, Fluff

Summary: What’s left of the Avengers regroup and offer each other some much needed support.

Reasons why I love it: This is so fucking sad and yet strangely cathartic at the same time. I know this doesn't really scream fix-it, but to me it still kind of does. Because with the team back together again and relearning to trust each other, I like to believe that in this timeline, they really do manage to save everyone. I love all of these fics, so I really hope you go and experience it for yourself!

[fire-but-ashes-too]

☆º.⭐︎200 event!!⭐︎.º☆

HIIIIII

OMG OMG OMG OMG THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN AAAAAAAAAHHH

ok so! wow! 200! youre giving me too much power istg im feeling ✨important✨

oh btw here is my intro post

soooo how is this gonna work??? basically u have all these lil red (cause in this blog we stan red) emojis and each one has a meaning! by sending them in an ask (to me ofc lol) you'll get smt! which is basically how every other event usually works lmao

also pls dont just put the emoji, specify what u want lmao

OK HERE WE GOOOO

★•.☆ index ☆.•★

❤️ - therapist moment -> spill the tea bestie tell me your dilemmas and ill try to help u out

🥀 - smol art commissions (keep in mind im not the greatest artist bbut im inda in an art block so ill try everything!) these may take 1-2 weeks max, no nsfw or lot of gore, and mostly not very complex pieces lol (u can choose the medium btw)

☎️ - smol writing commissons! same as before, not more than 3k (idk whats the point rlly but im on block and ive seen ppl do it so ill give it a try)

🍉 - collage board! can be either for you, a character, a song, whatever u want youll just need to specify it :)

🍓 - playlist!! give me a genre and a theme and voila ill make u a playlist

💥 - mAmMA MiAaaAA -> i teach u italian✨ idk this was rlly random but y not?

💃🏻 - free compliments~ ill get u cheered up

🌹 - ill have my old grandma moment, take a seat, get some hot chocolate or some tea or whatever, some cookies and ill tell u about my life :D (maybe specify which kind of story u want? like TELL ME OF WHEN YOU WERE A COMPLETE IDIOT IN FORNT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE👹 that works well)

🎁 - ash the chef™️ aka i share with u my precious recipes (another very random one but i got back into baking lately soooo why not lol)

🧧 - 3.40 minutes -> u get ONE song for a veeeery specific feeling/moment/situation/ etc etc just specify and the sporacle (spotify-oracle ahahah im so funny ik) shall answer you

👠 - the poetrist aka a variation of writing commissions but on poetry (its more fun if u give me lots of specifcs lol)

🍄 - fandoms 101 -> do you want to get into a fandom? have you seen a fandom which seems really cool but you have no idea on hwere to start or how? call the 13-fire-but-ashes-too-13 (or: my ask box) and get yourself a new fandom to cry over! (this only applies to things im in lmao)

🧣 - idk guys im out of ideas but i wanted the 13 thingies so this is extra, just do watever you want, run free my dears

AHHHHHH OK OK IM GONNA GO NOW SPAM ALL U WANT AND DRINK WATERRRRRRRR

bye :p

[002yb]

I find jaydick to carry this. This aura of a relationship that isn't what you would call healthy but circumstances would have it be The Better Option. They can bring the worst in each other. The can become excessively codependent. They might just disfunction themselves out of society. Like, these two? I can imagine them drift out of touch from reality so easy! Something toxic, addicting and binding.

Like those birdies, that after they imprint on each other, if one dies, the other just fades sway.

Just jaydick. All I'm saying.

It was only after writing for them for a while that I came to the same realization with their dynamic. It lends itself so well to codependency and dysfunction. Their faults and insecurities complement one another in a very captivating way. Rather than 'better' one another in a traditional sense of 'encouraging/inspiring someone to be good', I think they'd just leave one another raw. Neither of them would ever be more sincere than when they're with each other.

Because they have this way of bringing the worst out of each other. They always have. Maybe it's Dick who's most affected though. But really? Jason accepts everything Dick is regardless: all the meanness, the insecurity, the misplaced rage and grief.

But I digress. They leave one another raw. And I think for two people that put up exaggerated fronts - being seen through, forced to be vulnerable, or challenged to be...it might be a heady feeling. To be accepted in spite of all the darkness. To be loved because of it, even.

Because like recognizes like. And Dick loving Jason - it's like accepting a part of himself he spurned for a long time. It's like finding something of himself he lost (the good part, no matter how wounded or broken or wrathful) And for Jason...maybe he would be bewitched by being loved by someone capable of cruel atrocities - passionate enough to burn the world to ash and cinders for him, brutal enough not to care because to see Jason standing through the wreckage is beautiful.

(Also Dick being violent but treating Jason with reverence anyway).

(And what's more. Dick lacking control in his life and finding it given to him freely by Jason. Jason taking too much control of himself and trusting Dick with him).

An analysis devolved into the sort of twisted dickjay I enjoy the most whoops LOL. @archtroop your commentary here on their dynamic is very thought provoking and lovely ahhhhhh thanks for dropping this in my ask!! ((Tbh beneath all the wholesome fluff, the fostering of codependency is strong in some choice works of mine (wtmbu lolol) and omggggg it's just a great trope for them it happens so naturally??

Also, my heart cannot handle the bird that mates for life but loses its mate comparison. Excuse me while I weep. (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

[syrupwrit]

!! for surana x morrigan!!

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust; Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit's fast— That is a doubtful tale from faery land, Hard for the non-elect to understand.

Thank you for the prompt, Rosella! Ahhhhhh.

Under the cut, please find ~570 words of f!Surana/Morrigan for @dadrunkwriting. Please note, there is explicit sexual content.

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“That you’re a girl is no trouble,” Morrigan had said. “For the length of the ritual, you will be a man.” And it was so.

Now the ritual is over, and Neria is a girl again. She shivers, wadded up in dusty quilts that haven’t touched a guest since before Cailan’s coronation. Still naked. Dreaming, no doubt, of the archdemon.

Morrigan lies awake. White moonlight streams in through a gap between the curtains. It is a cold, clear night very close to the end of the year, and in a handful of days, she will be alone.

She doesn’t regret her choice. Despite her partner’s femaleness, the seed took—she can feel it. That was her only concern with choosing Neria over the others. Loghain Mac Tir, though virile and biddable, is still grieving for his wife; Alistair, had he mastered his pride enough to stay, likely would have broken down mid-coupling, weeping child that he is. There is no chance of complications between Neria and Morrigan.

A woman may be a trinket to a man, that he tightens his fist around her and grows possessive of her, and names his jealousy love. Women, in contrast, are mere devices to each other, temporary means to a temporary end, whatever fashions some Orlesians favor. 

Liking may exist between women, even a measured trust, or affection—she moves now, mostly out of altruism, to still Neria’s shivering—but there is no danger that one of them will mistake that for some claim on the other. Even with a child. 

Mindlessly, pressed close to her warm flesh, Morrigan kisses the nape of Neria’s neck, then her ear. Elven blood for the child. A small stature, but clearly adult. Dark, coarse hair, straighter and thicker than hers, feathering all over the body. Fine little bones in the wrists, and hands knotted with scars.

Without willing it, her touch wanders, and so does her mind. Even though Neria is a girl again, it’s easy to let the kisses turn open and wet. The narrow waist is soft, the hipbone fine and not too sharp, the nipples hard on small, soft breasts. Strong thighs. Neria is awake and no longer shivering when she guides her hand between her legs.

She’s wet, and hard above that, and she moans when Morrigan thrusts her tongue into her mouth. An Orlesian, perhaps, would be inspired to thrust that tongue into her cunt instead, or seek to draw out her pleasure; but Morrigan is not Orlesian, she is straightforward in this, impatient, and it’s not long at all before Neria is whimpering against her lips and clenching around her fingers.

“What was this?” she says, when she’s caught her breath. Her head is in the crook of Morrigan’s neck, their bodies still intertwined. It would be easy to move their legs and press herself against her thigh.

“You need to sleep.”

“Don’t you?” Neria shifts, body heavy and liquid, and the hard little nub above Morrigan’s still-sore cunt pulses.

“I’ll manage somehow.”

“I won’t be able to sleep if you’re still up.” She kisses Morrigan’s throat, sucks, remembers at the last moment that she wasn’t to leave any marks. The smell of her hair is comforting. “May I?” She turns her attention to the space between Morrigan’s breasts, clumsily signaling her intent to move down her body. Goosebumps rise over her ribs at the swipe of a tongue.

Neria isn’t Orlesian either, but it appears she will need to be told that.

[random-fangirling-and-stuff]

I am currently going feral over the Flesh and Fire series waiting for A Fire in the Flesh so all the Nyktos and Sera content is about to appear...

I NEED MORE ASH IN MY LIFE AHHHHHH

[avrablake]

AHHHHHH I'm screaming over this one

Do I have any more tags? Lets see... Yep there's some various tags from @oh-no-another-idea @eccaiia @dontjudgemeimawriter @cherrybombfangirlwrites @sleepy-night-child

Thanks for all the tags! I makes me happy to know people still think about me even though I haven't been very active

Anyway sat down and wrote this in one go and it made me so happy I had to share

When first we met you looked at me With your dark eyes full of eager Curiosity and a hunger for recognition Something I recognized because I always wanted the same To belong To be more than just a nuisance To be what only you saw in me But with time that fire burned And only ashes stayed Because a hunger like that Can only bring pain And neither you or I could ever find What we wanted from each other Or anyone else And now here we stand on opposite sides And the blood on your hands is mine We used up all our chances I wonder if you found what you were looking for Without me because we never found it together Now it’s too late for me but maybe you’ll do better I hope you won’t forget me I hope you will find what I never could

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Leaving another open tag for anyone who wants to share some last lines or just some lines you are proud of. Be sure to tag me because I want to see them!

[romancingdaffodils]

Pictures and Portraits

part 2 :)

AHHHHHH!!

artist!wilbur x reader

thank u jade and lilly for helping me out with writing how to paint :)

and ofc jade for naming it !!!!!

I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY THIS PART TWO I GENUINELY LOVE THIS AU SMM

real ones order hot chocolates from cafes

You were stood outside the café, waiting for Wil. He wasn’t late, you were ridiculously early. You felt a little stupid, all dolled up to go to a cafe. You couldn’t help it, you so desperately wanted to impress Wilbur. He had appeared a little early too, a soft smile spreading across his face. You looked so perfect, he thought so anyway.

“It’s freezing, dove, how long have you been here?”

Your stomach twisted, he’d called you ‘dove’ again. You didn’t really know why he was so kind to you. Or why ‘dove’ was making you so flustered.

“y/n?” he spoke again, smirking down at you. A soft laugh left his lips, it was teasing. You didn’t mind.

“Um, not long.” you lie, you lie so clearly.

“Yeah? You’re not a great liar. Come on, let’s go inside.” he responded, pushing the door open. He then led you toward a table in the corner, obviously familiar with the place. Two armchairs, sat across from each other and a small coffee table placed between. It was so pretty. It was so Wilbur. You both sat down, looking at each other and smiling.

“This place is so cute.”

“You think? It’s my friend’s. This is actually where we have our lovejoy meetings.”

“Lovejoy?”

“Oh, that group of artists.”

“Oooh! This seems like a fitting place to meet.”

“Yeah, it was Ash who found it actually, we ended up befriending the owner. Um, if you look over there, the- the library painting. That’s mine. The one next to it, that’s Joe’s.” he said, pointing across the cafe. He turned his head to look back at you every few seconds, he makes a mental note to tell you how gorgeous you look.

“Wow.” you said, completely in awe at the talent that was displayed across the walls.

“Wow indeed.” he wasn’t looking at the paintings, he was staring directly at you. “You look - irresistible, by the way.” he added, eyes never leaving your face once.

You took in a sharp inhale, and almost screamed. He’d used the same words you had described his art with. He thought you were far more beautiful than any painting he could create.

“Thank you.” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. “You look, very nice, too. Handsome even.” you said, more clearly this time. He brightened up in response, smiling wide. His eyes wrinkled, he looked perfect.

“Thanks, dove.”

You giggled, he laughed.

“Where’s that come from? ‘Dove’?” you asked. You knew that he knew it was completely eating you alive, that your stomach was doing 360s and your face was getting hot. He never once mentioned it. Though, you had a feeling he would soon tease you about your state.

“I hadn’t quite finished the sketch when you saw it. There was a pigeon behind you, but that didn’t feel very romantic. I decided on dove instead.” he explained, he was attempting to stretch out his legs. It ended with him having to push his chair back, you laughed.

“They are both birds.” you said, smiling wide at him. You weren’t going to give him the pleasure of a reaction anymore, or at least you’d try not to.

“Do you want any food?” he asked, turning round to look at the menu. It was scrawled on blackboards above the counter.

“Share a cookie with me?” you offered, looking at him. He nodded, standing up to go and order.

“And what drink?”

“Hot chocolate…?”

“Okay.” he responded, before quickly walking to the counter. You hadn’t noticed how quiet the cafe was before, you were too infatuated with Wilbur. There were a few other people dotted around, most alone reading books with a big mug of coffee. You could imagine Wilbur sitting in here, trying to look for inspiration. It was a very Wil place.

He returned a few moments later after a brief conversation with the barista, he was holding a plate with the cookie on it.

“She insisted on bringing our drinks over herself, got the cookie though.” he said, as he placed down the cookie. He sat down and looked at you, smiling. “I got you something, by the way.” he added, still looking at you.

“Oh? You did? I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything.” you said, looking a little guilty.

“That’s okay, I didn’t ask you to.” he replied, reaching into his bag. He fumbled around with whatever had been shoved in there before pulling out a piece of paper. He slid the piece of paper across the table, you picked it up with out thinking. Turning over the paper, you were greeted with an incredible drawing. It was you. Your heart was about to burst.

“I’m sorry if it doesn’t look right, when you sent me the picture last night I couldn’t not. I mean it when I say you’re gorgeous.” he said, tapping his leg. He was so nervous, you made him so nervous.

You were awestricken. “It’s perfect, Wil. You’re so talented. Oh my god, how do you do it? You make me look so, so-“

“Captivating?”

“Exactly!”

“It’s because you are, love.”

“No-“

“Yes. You are. You’re so enchanting, the worst part is you don’t even realise it.”

“Your artwork is incredible.”

“Thank you.” he replied, looking over to the woman who was now walking toward you with drinks. You hadn’t noticed yet, you were admiring the paper in your hand. It was a picture you had sent whilst explaining how to use your camera.

“Here’s your drinks. I’m Shelby by the way.” the barista smiled at you, placing down your hot chocolate and Wil’s tea. You finally looked up to the barista, ripping your eyes away from the drawing. You decided you would frame it, it was too pretty not to. The barista was gorgeous; she had a big smile and eye-catching hair.

“Shelb owns the cafe, she’s the reason we have our meetings here.” Wilbur added, looking over to you. You were still in some sort of daze; you just continued to smile at Shelby.

“I’m y/n.” you said, placing Wil’s drawing down on the table. The paper was far away from any drinks because, you would much rather die than damage the artwork.

“Oh, trust me. I know.” Shelby said, her face had morphed into a cocky smirk. You didn’t understand what was going on as Wil’s face gained a pink tinge and Shelb laughed.

“What?” you questioned, convinced they had some inside joke at your expense.

“Nothin-“ Wilbur began before he was quickly shut down by the girl.

“Wil hasn’t shut up about you since you met. It’s been nonstop since yesterday. Wait until you meet Joe, he’ll tell you all about it.” she said, before quickly making her escape. Wilbur did not look happy. You laughed and smiled up at him, finally having some leverage over the man who made you so incredibly flustered.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he said, deadpanning at you. He thought your happiness was cute really.

“Look at you like what?!” you asked, feigning offence and cluelessness.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” he stated as he moved to pick up his tea. You smirked at him and he raised both his eyebrows, a sign of ‘you’re treading on thin ice’. “So, dove, tell me, are you free tonight?”

He had the upper hand again, you felt as though you were about to melt into the seat. To be honest, you wouldn’t have minded.

“Yes, I am.”

“Come to mine, please? I need a model.”

“A model?”

“Yes. I want to paint you. It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“No! Nono, I want to. I, just, are you sure you really want me to model?”

“Y/n, you’re sat here, all dolled up. It’s a tiny café, it’d be a waste if you didn’t let me paint you. I never want to forget how gorgeous you look.” Wilbur replied, shrugging his shoulders. Leaning forward, he grabbed his mug of tea and took a few sips. He looked directly at you, so much so you were sure he could see into your soul. You felt completely smothered in adoration, as though he thought you were the prettiest person in the world. He did. You also picked up your drink, trying desperately hard not to get the whipped cream on your face as you took sips.

You ended up saying in the cafe for an hour and a half. You’d argue it was the best hour and a half of your life. Wilbur had paid, and then led you out of the cafe and towards his own flat. He had hold of your hand.

Wilbur. Was. Holding. Your. Hand.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Feeling your intertwined fingers sent a tingling sensation across your body, it was incredible. Wilbur was so insensitive, how dare he be so nice to you. So sweet. You felt undeserving of his care, he felt the same way of yours. Two idiots, walking down the street after the best date of their lives. It was so perfect. Undeniably perfect.

Upon arriving at his flat, he dropped your hand to open the door. There was a small look of regret in his eyes, you smiled up at him, it was gone.

“Sorry about any mess.” Wilbur said as he pushed open the door, and flicked on the lights. It was so cozy. Shades of amber, brown and beige swirling together in his living room. You noticed the odd bit of green and yellow.

“Cute.” you said simply, looking over to Wil who was making his way over to a different room. You followed him through to the room, you were met with paper stuck across the walls. Unfinished paintings and drawings, some finished sketches awaiting the artists brush. An easel stood lone in the centre of the room, a canvas ready to be graced with his masters work. A canvas ready to be graced with you.

“It’s actually messy in here, you can sit on that stool.” he laughed lightly after he spoke, stacking up paper as he cleared off the counter tops in the room. He moved the stool towards you, directly in front of the easel. “It might take a few hours, you sure you’re alright with it?” he questioned, head tilted as he looked over to you, pallet in hand.

“Mhmm!” you replied, nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool. You tried to sit as comfortably as possible whilst still looking pretty. Wil laughed and shook his head, walking over to you and repositioning you. He tilted your head, hand delicately cupping the side of your face. His thumb stoking your cheek, an action that probably lasted too long. He dragged himself away, literally, as he decided that you were sat correctly. “Comfortable?” he prompted, moving back to his canvas.

“Yup..!” you could barely muster up a response. He had handled you like porcelain, as if he could break you at any moment. He probably could. You didn’t mind though, you didn’t mind at all. You were sat on the stool, knees pushed together and head facing the corner of his room. You had a view of some of his sketches, you couldn’t believe he hated them.

“Good.” he hummed, beginning the rough sketch of you. You could barely see Wil, but made do with the little flickers of him you could grasp.

After about ten minutes of sketching he picked up his pallet, laying down the colours he needed. “I need to get new paints, they’re down to their last life.” he said, squeezing the near empty tube. You laughed, attempting to keep as still as possible. “I’ll let you know when you don’t have to be like a statue. It shouldn’t be too long, just as soon as I get the colours blocked out.” he added, content with your hum as a response.

Your eyes moved around as you watched him paint, the brush stroked elegantly against the canvas. He looked breathtaking. His hand was steady and his eyes were narrow, pure concentration. Every so often, when he looked up to you, his reference, your eyes would meet. He’d give you a smile and continue his work. Biting down on his lip, he moved slowly and carefully. He moved with the same care he had shown you before.

After three hours of precise actions and small conversations, he was finished. He took a few steps back, checking the artwork matched his gorgeous muse. He smiled. “We’re done, dove.” he said, looking over to you. He said it as though it were a joint effort, you knew he had done all the hard work really. You moved your head and smiled at him, obviously tired. His eyes flicked around your face, he tilted his head trying to read your emotions.

“I’m hungry. But, let me see!!” you replied, you had almost forgotten what the past three hours had been spent doing. You’d zoned out whilst watching Wilbur work, off in a land of daydreams. Day dreams that definitely weren’t about him.

“We can get food.” he replied, before turning round the easel. Truthfully, he was scared you’d hate it. That you’d insult him, and his work. You didn’t. You would never. You were at a loss for words, completely taken aback by how astounding the painting was.

“Oh, Wilbur.” you began, looking up at him. You admired both him and the art work, how had you been so lucky. “It’s incredible. Words can’t describe how perfect it is - how perfect you are.” you continued, standing up and looking more closely at the canvas.

“Really?” he said, smiling down at you. He’d moved round the easel to stand next to you, he didn’t look at his artwork, only at you.

“Really! Oh, look at it Wil. So pretty.” you replied, a wide smile plastered over your face.

“So pretty.” he repeated, his eyes not leaving you once. “y/n, I’d really like to keep seeing you. Um, can we go out again, maybe like Saturday?” he swallowed after speaking, once again you had made him nervous.

“I’d really like to keep seeing you too. I should be free on Friday, what would you like to do?” you were in disbelief. Someone genuinely liked you, and that someone was Wilbur. Wilbur liked you. You turned to face him, your smile not faltering once.

“We’ve got an exhibition on, I’d love it if you came. They tend to be quite boring.”

“So I’ll get to see more of your work?”

“Of course. I won’t be selling this, by the way. Would you mind if I kept it?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Wilbur continued to look down at you, something different in his eyes. You couldn’t pin point what he was feeling, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. A knock at the door interrupted the moment, he frowned and mumbled something. You didn’t hear what he had said, simply following him through to his living room. “You can sit down.” he offered, walking toward the door and opening it. He was met with the faces of a few of his friends, Joe having been the one who knocked at the door.

“Hi Wi-“ Joe started.

“It’s 8pm, what do you want Joe?” Wilbur questioned, not opening his door fully. You were just out of view, not that he was hiding you. It was just, selfishly, Wilbur wanted to keep you to himself for as long as possible. You’d meet them at the exhibition, you didn’t need to meet them now.

You laughed, Wilbur smiled. His mouth quickly returned to a straight line as he looked down at his friends.

“Well, we were going to ask if you wanted to go to the pub with us. But, clearly you’ve got company already.” Joe’s tone sounded teasing. You could practically hear the smirk on his face, Wil shook his head.

“Yeah, I have company. Thanks for asking though.” he replied, his voice flat. Shelby must’ve told his friends that you two had left together, that was the conclusion he had coke to. “Okay, bye everyone.” he added, going to close his door.

“When will we meet them?!” Mark protested, you didn’t know their names yet, but you could hear the different voices.

“Bye.” Wilbur repeated, and closed the door on them. He shook his head once more as he moved to the lounge and collapsed on the couch next to you. He smiled at you, you laughed.

“That was mean.” you stated, turning your body to face him.

“I think they’ll recover.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Still mean.”

“You still hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“You want takeaway?”

“Sure why not, do you want money?”

“Nono, it’s my treat, dove.”

[lumpiya]

okay soooo i listened to the ash and darlin audio

THEY WERE PLAYING DONT STARVE TOGETHER OH MY GODNSJFHWKFJWKNFJENNF I LOVE THAT GAME SM ITS SO FUCKING UNDERRATED AHHHHHHHHHH

I LOVE ASH’S LAUGH SO FUCKING MUCH I LOVE HIM

ERIK WHO VOICES SAM WHO ALSO VOICES ASH WHO VOICED ASH MOCKING SAM. WE LOVE THAT. TALENT.

I LOVE ASH AND DARLINS FRIENDSHIP SO FUCKING MUCH I NEED MORE AUDIOS FOR THEM. JUST THEM.

ASH’S MOM IS A WRITERRRRR AHHHHHH

MORE. ASH. BACKSTORY. I NEEDED. THIS. I CANT. IM GONNA CRY. IM CRYING.

THE HUG. IM CRYING EVEN MORE.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I CANT. I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED THIS UNTIL NOW.

the fact that it went from a serious topic to “WHERE THEM MEATBALLS” I LOVE THEM.

[sunshineboy-greer-collins]

New Video spoilers under the cut

just some of my thoughts as they came while watching (with quotes out of the video)

tbh the whole beginning with Sam killed me, the coffee thing? damn okay sir

“Tell me how you look so damn good right after waking up?” […] “Bullshit. You look heavenly.” *kissies* “Which shouldn’t work nearly so well considering you tempt me like something straight outta hell”

When I tell y’all I am going feral! This man!! I am weak and soft and on my knees for him skdnjddndj

Sir just gimme your hand in marriage please

“A little tedium gives me a chance to catch my breath” *more kissies* “Not that you make it easy to do that either, always taking my breath away.” SIR- PLEASE I AM BEGGING

Samuel “I don’t have a way with words” Collins, fucking liar

“Make it two” HELLO OKAY WOW I AM AHHHHHH that one caught me so off guard lmaooo

and also the whole interaction between Ash and Tank gave me life, i love them your honor. i already headcanoned that they were great friends, i love their friendship so fucking much!! the whole little serious conversation part about him being glad Tank stayed and came back and all that was so sweet!! also i loved that Ash was so respectful about the hug thing and that they stood up for him with the beta thing? fucking hell yes i am living for that

and i am absolutely living for Sam calling Ash a goofball lmaoo and Ash forgetting that Sam has vamp hearing made me giggle and also reminded me of Sam’s prior video with Darlin forgetting that Sam is stronger because of being a vamp.