#not sure how I tage you

[bluewolfangel01]

Ghost Lilith

Anybody else sometimes forget about Lilith outside of season 1 unless she's brought up again on, what feels like, rare occasions?

Sometimes I do

I kinda wish she had more of a presence in later seasons, the other season stories are fine without don't get me wrong but I think it would just be cool to have a ghost/spirit Lilith pop up every now and then that only Mc is aware of or something like that

Ive seen a headcanon from someone that sometimes ghost Lilith helps Mc cheat in tests or they just chat sometimes and I love it to bits

I like to imagine that sometimes Mc will go to Lilith's room (bet yall forgot about the room too!) in the HoL and just chat with her ghost to either de-stress or have some time away from everyone else, especially when the brothers get really rowdy

I feel like when Mc is more worn down then normal and they don't feel like they could go to any of the brothers or other boys, they'd go to Lilith and that she'd try her absolute best to help her descendant/brothers' lover cause fate only knows what would happen if Mc actually snapped from everything

And also cause she cares a lot for them in general

Ghost Lilith would definitely play sneaky pranks on all the brothers and she'd either get Mc in on em or would make sure they were present when she does em

Ghost Lilith and Mc are quite the devious pair, maybe even more so the Satan and Belphie

I mean one is a ghost who is only able to be truly noticed by 1 person, and that said person is so powerful they have to wear a special op ring so they don't make the 3 realms collapse from their mere existence

Mc and Lilith be having tea in her room while the rest of the house is on fire and being destroyed frfr

Credit to @sister-lucifer for the divider

[probablybadrpgideas]

Ah.

Ok, no need to panic. As long as you don’t look in the tags, we’re golden. You can do that, right?

Hmm, yeah, I see the issue. You want to look at the tags now. Who can blame you? So how about I sweeten the deal? You take this natural 20 and maybe you “forget” to look at the tags, huh? You’re happy, I’m happy, everyone wins.

We got a deal? Glad to hear it.

Have a nice day, pal.

-Pencil

[rocketonthemoon]

Not good but “correct” ending? That’s quite the stance

so i'm gunna preface all of this by admitting a) I still haven't seen all of the show (i'm missing a couple of episodes basically from 3/4/ and quite a bit from 5) and that b) it's been a while since I last watched the parts of the show I HAVE seen so. Bear with me

But yes. I absolutely believe this was the Correct ending for the CWSG's version of Kara. like I said, from the get go, the Kara we're introduced to struggles with her dual lifestyle. Becoming Supergirl makes her feel free and confident. She's EXCITED by being able to use her powers and be more of herself instead of hiding all the time. Kara's regularly confronted for being a bad liar - both by the show going 'haha isn't this silly' and by the characters - and personally I view her hard line of "you lied to me" that she draws with other characters comes from her extreme dislike of the fact that she's lying about herself. She comes out to at least one character every season except maybe 3? And every time her behavior with those characters transforms into Kara becoming more comfortable and more herself. And no matter how you view Kara's relationship with Lena, the reveal and the aftereffect is the big push through the season both plot and character-wise

For all of the writing's faults, the one line they did manage to make through the entire season is Kara's struggle with her dual identity. I don't even like calling it "secret" because I think they do actually a decent job of showing that Kara views - or at least wants - her life not as a secret but rather two halves that she can't seem to make fit together. How much of that throughline is Melissa Benoist's understanding and evolution of Kara as a character (the famous interview at the end where she admits to apparently pitching Kara's ending makes me suspect it was quite a bit) and how much of that was actual show projection, I don't think we'll actually ever know. But for this version of Kara that we sat with through 6 seasons of TV with, anything else for a character arc would've just felt static imo. If CWSG can say it's about anything, it can say it's Kara's journey of self discovery.

[insanityislife101]

Mermay day 2! I drew Sun today. Now I have designs for both the boys! I managed to get a background for this one, so I’m pretty happy about that one.

[rocketonthemoon]

@reallyndacarter

My Wonder Woman Pride variant cover for DC comics. A dream come true. 

[miakate-writes]

Touch starved / comfort prompts :)

[a/n: if anyone has anyone prompts ideas or wants to see me write for any specific prompts (for any specific characters?) pls don’t hesitate to pop into my asks box :D and if you end up using any of my prompts pls tage me, i would love to read them!]

that big hug in the airport when character A comes home for a holiday. B runs into their arms and squeezes them so tight that A is thinking they might break a rib.

character B feeling character A’s hand on the small of their back while going through a crowd.

character A knows exactly when character B needs cuddles. long day at work? cuddles. didn’t get enough sleep? cuddles.

Character B is away on a trip (either with friends or for work) and Character A is laying awake in their empty bed. the only thing that can get A to sleep each night is a long phone call with their favourite person. telling B about their day calms them down enough for sleep. and they do it all again the next day.

“we don’t have to talk about yet it if you don’t want to. we can just lay here like this, just relax into my arms.” one whispers in the others ear.

Character A is worried about coming off as too clingy and first. Once Character B realised how much A thrives on physical touch, they make sure they set aside enough time each day to just hold them.

If they ever go to bed while in an argument Character B still wraps an arm around Character A, knowing that they won’t sleep without it and to let them know they still love them although they’re arguing.

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[tootiecakes234]

Izuku Midoriya “is the type of boyfriend” that:

Brags about you to ANYONE that will listen to him. This includes hero interview.

Refers to you as my Wife to everyone and calls you pet names like darling, sweeties, sweet girl

Is interested in whatever you are interested in because he's so interested in you. Will join you in your hobbies if it doesn't cross any boundaries

On that same note, this man is a stickler for boundaries. He knows he can be a bit clingy so constantly encourages you to tell him if he ever crosses on of yours and vice versa.

Hates scary movies but watches them with you and pretends to be brave because he loves when you hold on to him .

Never goes to sleep without telling you how much he loves and appreciates you.

Throws 2 separate birthday celebrations for you so one can be for you, your friends, and loved ones.... and the other for just you and him.

Loves shopping with you and always enjoys when you try on things for him.

Is writing a proposal plan in his journal and will not follow through until he has it planned out perfectly.

Always thank you and his mom first in his speech at the hero awards.

Has gotten really good at doing you hair because he practices really hard at it.

Takes one of your shirt covered in your scent on long missions with him to help cope with missing you.

Likes to receive love through quality time and physical touch but gives love though words of affirmation and acts of service, and gift giving and physical touch... lover boy.

is down on his knees for you and wants to make sure the whole world knows it.

*now this is babygirl

Izuku Midoriya Masterlist

“Is the type of boyfriend that” Series

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the sun

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a/n: the follow up chapter AND This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨ We have Az pov in this😌

warning: mention of labor, past trauma that's all. I think...

They are of age in this story. Young adults!

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Nyx's POV:

The side lake cabin was where Nyx had taken her. He wasn't sure why that place was the first thing that came to his mind. But it was the furthest place from Velaris and something deep within Nyx screamed that they had to get away. Wrong choices you are making, my boy. Nyx tightened the muscles in his jaw. It was an odd feeling. Having her here was both a relief and a worry.

Zofie was, as Nyx had come to learn, pretty out of it. Most of the time, when her power flared up, she would be left drained and emotionless. Just starting at something ahead of her, till her mind regained enough strength. Nyx still remembered when Rhys brought both her and Axel from the sanctuary. She whined from the pain her body had been in. When Madja and everyone else had left, Nyx had reached up to take her hand. His veins had turned inky black as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed into him. He had pulled away at first, worried that he had done something wrong, but the frown on Zofie's forehand had eased. It had taken him one look at his palm to know. So he sat there for hours, holding her hand, till his bones ached. Till the light pink sheen returned to her skin.

Nyx had taken her straight to the bathing chamber. With one flick of his wrist, the hot water was pouring out of the installations on the wall. He shrugged his jacket off, not too keen on getting the leather wet. But... Nyx, you're walking on eggshells. But you felt like a cube of ice in his hands. He had tried to keep a conversation going as he flew, but she didn't respond, not even once. So he let her listen to the sound of the wind without any distractions. Now he pushed Zofie backwards carefully. Hands holding her forearms to steady her. The warm water crashed over her. Soaking her hair and body. She let out a deep breath. As if coming up for air. Her hands clasped his biceps. "Nyx," she breathed out, and fuck if it wasn't the prettiest sound. He hated when others called out for him. But not her. He could listen to... Nyx! He carefully brushed some of her black hair away from her face, tilting her head up so he could see her eyes. She blinked up. The black still rimmed the very edges of her golden eyes. "I'm here, Sunny; I've got you," he muttered, bringing her closer to his chest. Zofie's arms snaked around his torso as warm water crashed over them both. Their clothes stuck to their skin. Nyx's shirt cringed to his toned body, leaving very little to the imagination as the white material got translucent. His hands made quick work of Zofie's skirt. Her soaked skirt had to be heavy. So his hands made quick work of the buttons and string before the material hit the floor with a thud. Nyx, for fuck sake... His eyes didn't linger. Well, they did. But only for a moment as her toned legs came into view. Self-induced torture—that's what this was. But he pushed all of his thoughts aside. Letting the water drown it out too.

Neither of them had an idea of how long they stayed there. The room was fogged up and so humid that water was trickling down the walls. Their fingers had grown pruney, and Nyx managed to shift in the meantime, with no wings on display now. Zofie blinked a couple of times, pulling her face back from Nyx's chest. Her findings trailed down his side. Side. She could see the ink covering his ribs. Ink she hasn't seen before... And then the most beautiful golden eyes finally met Nyx's purple ones. "When did you get this?" Zofie's dainty fingers touched the damp material, right where you could just about make out the new tattoo. "Are you checking me out, Zof?" , Nyx teased as his eyes too fell on the new addition. Zofie let out a huff, "I'm not, but..." her eyes didn't leave the somewhat flower-resembling line work. "You used to tell me about things like this." And he did. They talked a lot when they could.

It of course changed a lot when he had to go to the camp so they could train, but... How was he meant to say that he was miserable the second time they had to go back? He was so fed up, and all he could think of was her and Axel had laughed at him and...

"We stole a couple of bottles of wine in the camp and woke up with these," Nyx admitted. Zofie's eyes grew big. "We... Axel and you?", she questioned. Nyx's lips curled upward. Zofie didn't need to hear him say it; she knew that she was right as it was, "Mom would freak out if she knew." Her voice was low as she shook her head. "Hence why you won't say a word," Nyx booed her nose, making Zofie pull back slightly with a scowl. "Are you okay to step out?", Nyx asked softly, his hands still holding her. He watched as Zofie slowly realized where they were. Water. Steam. Her frozen body feels limber. So she simply nodded her head.

They separated to change, but not before Nyx pulled out some of his clothes for Zofie to wear. "We can go back", her soft voice filled the main room of the cabin. This had to be the smallest house his parents owned. All it had was a rather big bathing chamber. A tiny kitchen and the rest of the place was occupied by the bed and huge windows. Nyx said nothing at first as he tossed some more wood into the fire.

"We're not going", his voice was calm and collected. Zofie crossed her arms over her chest and said, "I need to go home. Papa will be mad, and my mom just gave birth; it's not...", she rambled on, clearly getting frustrated by the situation now that her emotions had settled.

"Then why were you by the bank?", Nyx cut in quickly, making the girl in front of him stutter. Her eyes grew wide for a split second before she narrowed them down, "I could ask you the same thing." Here she was. His little flicker. Nyx smirked slightly, "Don't argue with me, darling." Pushing Zofie's buttons was one of his favorite things to do, ever since he learned that he could rile her up enough to make her cheeks heat with crimson he had used it to his advantage. She huffed at the nickname she hated. "Or what? You'll stomp your foot, and your dad will come running," she snarled. That line of frustration took over, but her soft heart was too gentle for this, so the moment the words left her mouth, her palm came up to cover her mouth.

"I'm sorry," Zofie muttered through her fingers. She knew that there were times when the princeling hated his relationship with Rhys. The court. The high lordship had put endless pressure on him while he was left to smile at it all. "My dad has been barking in my head every since I got you here," Nyx admitted as he walked closer to her, "But I ain't bringing you to anyone until you tell me what happened." His tone was soft. It was always soft when he was talking to Zofie. The girl let out a sigh. A deep one. A painful one and Nyx couldn't help but frown.

"Hey, you and I, remember?" The line had been a joke when they were little. The two had plotted to steal the rest of Nyx's birthday cake. It was a ride-or-die kind of deal. But the line stuck. And ever since, it has been Zofie and Nyx. She nodded at his words. But her mother stayed silent - still too exhausted to talk it out.

"Come on, lay down with me," Nyx muttered. He sounded desperate. Zofie shook her head immediately, "We can't. We shouldn't." Nyx knew that she mostly feared his scent mixing with hers. Their parents had lived long enough to catch them if they weren't careful. "Why not, as if I'm going to undress you and kiss you all over?", Nyx muttered with a smirk. Zofie let out a gasp, hitting his chest. "Nyx," she muttered with a chuckle. "I made sure my dad heard that too", he whispered, and Zofie huffed in return. She knew that the high lord's family had mind-to-mind communication. "Nyx, for the love of mother, what sick joy do you have of pissing your uncle off?" She was well aware that both Azriel and Nyx had been snarling at one another for as long as she could remember. But in the past couple of years, it has grown increasingly worse. "Someone needs to keep him on his toes. Uncle Cass and da-Rhys had gone too soft," Nyx shrugged his shoulders as he tugged at Zofie's hand, pulling her closer to the massive bed.

"Come on, I don't bite," he said, urging her to follow him. "I can smell your magic on you," Nyx muttered as she climbed in next to him. She had always been a massive cuddle bug. He had always hated it. His mom had smothered him without stopping. Rhys was no better. The older he got, the more suffocating it became. "Is that bad?", Zofie asked, pushing her long black hair over one shoulder. Nyx loved her hair—not just her hair, but...Nyx, composure tactics?

"You're stressed and sad, so you smell like a rotten grape," he breathed out jokingly. Zofie gaped at him. "Oh, fuck you," she huffed, turning to get out of the bed she had only settled in, but Nyx caught her hand with ease. "I'm kidding, Sunny", he breathed out with a chuckle, she didn't fight him on it. "You're so childish...", "I thought you liked your boys wild," Nyx winked at her, making Zofie shake her head.

"Can you at least let your dad know that we are okay so my mom doesn't have to worry?" His lover girl, aways think of others. Nyx tugged her one more time, enough this time for her to settle against his chest. "Believe me, he knows." Nyx was rather surprised as to why Rhys hadn't shown up. It would take him no effort to winnow here. His wards were triggered when Nyx entered the cabin, so the high lord wouldn't even have to spend time wondering where they went.

"When are you going back?", Nyx drew his attention back to the girl when her voice filled the quiet space. He also knew what she meant. Back to the camp. If not for YN going into labor, they wouldn't have been back at all. They still had a week there before the break. "Not sure; family emergencies can earn you a couple of days," he breathed out. The weight of Zofie against his chest felt so soothing. She nodded against his chest. Her eyes were no longer open. Her body slowly eased, and once her last bits of self-restraint began to fade, Nyx felt that overwhelming pinch, and the emotions that slipped past her shields poured right into him. Nyx closed his own eyes, letting the sensation ease. "That will do," Zofie muttered, her hand moving to lay on his side, right over the tattoo she had discovered today. "It'll have to, sunshine. We will have to make it count," Nyx muttered, leaning to press a loving kiss to her forehead before the two drifted off to sleep.

Azriel's POV:

He had been on edge for a while. You had been laboring for the past two days before the baby was finally here. No one had prepared Azriel for the fear that would be eating him alive while he watched you labor. You were a fighter. Always had been, but even you couldn't hide the agony. The white, cotton-like snow fell heavily on the grass outside. Such a calm season for such madness to be unfolding. Never had he thought that he would have a winter baby.

Azriel felt so fulfilled as he held Novie in his arms. A father. He felt so blessed to be in a position where you two could conceive. You both knew your chances of getting pregnant were higher based on the fact that you both had Illyrian blood running through your bodies. At least partly. Hence practically no trouble doing so, and well, the practice weeks, as Azriel loved to call them, hadn't stretched all that far.

Now she was here, and she was perfect. Another perfect girl. Her tiny, black-feathered wings were tucked against her back. She was a perfect mix of you both. Azriel had held her for hours before he made his way downstairs. With you asleep and the baby in Axel's arms, he needed a moment to breathe and eat, considering that he hadn't swallowed a single bite in quite a while. That's when he found his mother with troubled eyes. Cassian was standing there too. The protector within the spymaster stirred. And all hell broke loose when Cassian finally spoke.

"Rhys, I swear to fucking holy mother," Azriel had winnowed straight to the river house. "Pour yourself some scotch," Rhys pushed the glass bottle toward his brother. He would celebrate the birth of his daughter if his first daughter wasn't missing. "Fuck yourself with your scotch," Azriel growled, leaning forward. Rhys held his gaze before bursting into fits of giggles, "Well, aren't you a walking ray of sunshine?"

Azriel growled. He wondered how he would cover up the murder of the high lord if he had to and who would side with him when his last straw would break. "Tell him to bring her back," Azriel pointed a warning finger at Rhys. His nephew had gone too far. Way too far. It was one thing to bump into Zofie. Another thing was to kidnap her. Well, he hadn't kidnapped her exactly, but it was close to it. Semantics.

"Azriel," Rhys breathed out. "They are safe," the high lord said reassuringly. "She's safest with me," Azriel bit back, feeling the anger simmer. Zofie had never done something like this. Hasn't just taken off running. What if she couldn't control her powers? What if something bad had happened? And what had happened to make her do something like this?

"Well, considering that she ran away," like a bull's eye, Rhy's words hit the target. "Don't you give me shit for it," Azriel growled every word in a warning, his wings spreading behind him, and Rhys instantly stood to match him. God, if you were here, you would call them fucking peacocks.

"Yn is asleep; she won't know that Zofie isn't spending a night in the house," Rhys said firmly. And fucking thankfully, you were asleep because there was no way Azriel was going to let you worry about this. This had to be fixed. Fixed before you felt that something seemed off.

"Rhys," Azriel pleaded this time. "Azriel, Nyx will never do anything to hurt her, and you know it," Rhys said in his deep, high-lord tone. No more games; he was just as pissed. "They are too young," Azriel muttered. Yes, they were almost certain the two of them were mates. Rhys had said that he saw the bond flicker a couple of times. But they were too young. This was moving too fast. Zofie had just had her first bleed. No way was Azriel letting that boy toy snatch her off like that. And who even knew if he was serious enough about her?

"They are young, yes, but they are both of age to start exploring," Rhys muttered, "Or are you planning on keeping that poor girl in a cage?" The room died down in a heartbeat. Azriel could see that Rhys regretted the last words as soon as they left his mouth. That topic was always gonna be painful for him. The way you were raised. The way you were hurt was always gonna be painful him. And to know that Rhys. Rhys of all people was referring to him in that way. Suggesting that Azriel was off doing the same thing... "Azriel, I'm", but before Rhys could even start to apologize, Azriel was gone.

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Taglist: @sirenpearldust @historygeekqueen @hnyclover @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @naturakaashi if you asked to be tagged and I forgot do let me know. ✨🤍

[herejusttosufferalong]

I wrote this to you four months ago and you kindly sent me to kick rocks 😘 but still here bc I like your sarcasm.

I am pretty convinced Luke is in his fuckboy era, he spent most of his twenties in serious relationships as a committed boyfriend, now he wants to live it up. I am not even judging him for that, if he didn't sow his wilde oats, now is the time, the sooner he gets it over with the better.

He was flirting even with fans during the WT, there are at least two videos of him staring and flirting. Not many but still.

There is an s3 bts where he is staring at Hannah and Victor dancing, he looks mesmerized, similarly how he looks at N.

He flirted with a dance team member from set, that we know for sure from his unlucky sm activities 😄

It's easy to sideline these things due to the crazy chemistry of Luke and Nic, but they add up.

It's very plausible he had a little something with Hannah, she looked really besotted with him.

🐜's presence is also a sign of him being a fboy right now. She doesn't require much, serves him drinks and tages along his travels, very conveniently (for him).

It's also plausible Nic saw him hitting on wood even and let him spiral. Later she moved on with JD (or not, still not convinced that he is not her cover).

For the future, I am not sure tbh, that Nic seeing his dirty business wasn't a turn down for her or not. 🤷

I’m shocked you have lasted this long

But I guess it must be a kink for you…

Staying where you’re unwanted 😘

[tellmegoodbye]

Hello everyone! I wanted to take a break from writing codas and share something from another one of my WIPs. The outline I have for this is a beast, so it won't be done any time soon, but here's a little something I wrote for it last night!

Thank you @ironheartwriter @heartstringsduet @nisbanisba @eclectic-sassycoweyes @emsprovisions

@henrygrass @carlossreaders and @lemonlyman-dotcom for tagging me!!

Carlos isn't sure what exactly overcomes him. Maybe it's pure lust, his budding addiction to the man looming over him that makes him forget himself – but when TK attempts to step away his hands shoot forward on an impulse that takes him by surprise. Before he can stop himself, he hooks his fingers through the loops of TK's jeans, utilizing the empty space in lieu of the belt they'd discarded earlier. Carlos pulls him closer, expecting protest, but TK only hesitates before stepping forward slowly. The shallow noise of weary breaths echoes in the vacuum of their silence, and in the exact moment that the heat rising in his abdomen surges into Carlos’ chest, next to his wildly-beating heart, their eyes meet. The seafoam accents that Carlos would usually find painted in TK’ eyes have been replaced with a deeper shade of green that seeps into his soul like formidable daggers, standing out amidst the lowlight of the townhouse. They darken with glassy desire, and TK stares at him in a way that steals the ground beneath his feet and momentarily has him wondering if TK can hear all of the thoughts swirling through his head. Thoughts about how attractive the mystery of this man is to him, about all of the things he'd like to do to him, do with him, if given the chance. He can't seem to come up with any other explanation for these knowing eyes of a stranger.

A lot of people have already participated today!! Here are some more tage but if you've already posted and I didn't see it, consider this a hug from me. 🫂

@strandnreyes @paperstorm @carlos-tk @carlos-in-glasses @nancys-braids

@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @reyesstrand @butchreyes @morganaspendragonss

@alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton @decafdino @bonheur-cafe @literateowl

@captain-gillian @lightningboltreader @goodways @honeybee-taskforce @chicgeekgirl89

+ open tag

[twisted-king]

HIHIHI, I was really curious what type of headcanons you could whip up about SilverZul ( maybe doodle the silly ones)

I see u rarepair enjoyer... Not sure if ill doodle for this one BUT if i come up with anything ill tage you <3

anyhow, one with the show!

SilverZul Headcanons

They met during first year in class, Silver was left behind due to his narcolepsy, conviniently in Azul's seat.

Azul politely woke Silver up

Now, Silver has really pretty eyes and i think Azul was a little more awkward during his first year. Resulting in a semi flustured Azul responding to Silver's gratitude.

Over their first year they continued seeing each other more, Azul would often invite Silver to the emerging Monstro Lounge to "test out" different recipies for their table service.

The Tweels are ON that shit btw

While they didn't have much in common, they were quick to bond over their equally determined attitude towards goal attainment.

Azul didn't tell Silver about his midterm scheme... totally to get him next year hahah...

One fateful day, around the end of their first year, the two do their usual routine of walking to Octavinelle together after classes, going towards Azul's office and chatting over tea it happens.

After an indescribable amount of time of doing the same routine just about every other day, Silver falls asleep in front of Azul.

Azul doesnt know what to do!!! He's a little concerned but also..

Silver is SO PRETTY?????

Azul eventually stops gay panicking and quietly sorts through his doctuments to let Silver Sleep.

When Silver wakes up he greets Azul with a smile.

Its so over for Azul.

Silver is a little embarassed, both becayse he fell asleep in front of one of his friends, but also because its his cute mer friend.

Like a week later Silver asks Azul out with the enouragement of Lilia.

Their dates are next level DOMESTIC

A lot of just hanging out and giving one another affection

They hold hands to and from class

They still spend a lot of time together at the lounge

But, sometimes Azul goes over to Diasomnia to watch Silver train

Yes, Malleus grills him older brother style. Yes, it is weirdly intense.

Lilia is a proud dad (he knows how to spot a good boyfie)

I think during GloMasq they danced together (much to Rollo's horror). Silver led, because he definitely has classical dance training stfu.

Silver tries his best to stay awake around Azul, but sometimes you'll find him napping in the strangest of places with a familiar jacket covering his figure...

Or even Azul himself!!!

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday 🫶🏼

i was taged by @wildlife4life, @jeeyuns, @wikiangela, @giddyupbuck, and @thewolvesof1998 my sweet lovelies

like i said, eddie vs the hoa has taken over my brain and i'm really super duper extremely excited for it, so have another snippet where we see that eddie's just as chaotic as buck and when the two of them are together? oh boy

“All right.” Eddie claps Buck between his shoulder blades. “In you go.”  “What?” Buck frowns, looking between the raised window and Eddie’s face. It’s too dark for Eddie to catch Buck’s expression, but he’s sure it’s one of disbelief by the tone of his voice. “Fuck you. I’m not crawling through the window.”  “Why not?”  “It’s your house.”  Eddie scoffs—he hasn’t signed the papers yet, okay, so it’s not technically his house until tomorrow. Buck doesn’t need to know that, though. It’s semantics in the grand scheme of things and, anyway, Eddie really, really wants to show Buck the room he chose for him.  “Okay, and?” He crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re gonna have your own room, so it’s, like, a quarter yours.”  “That’s not how this works.”  “Just crawl through the window, Buck.”  “No.”  Eddie sighs. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he proposes and Buck nods, a little too eager for somebody who always loses. “Okay, on three.”  Buck throws paper and Eddie throws rock. The shit-eating grin Buck gives him is wide and bright even in the lowlight of the neighborhood.  “Goddammit,” Eddie swears. He’s in no mood to crawl through a window—he’s wearing flip-flops, for fuck’s sake. Crawling through a window is not something one does when they’re wearing flip-flops. “Two outta three.”  Buck snorts. “You’re such a loser,” he says, but he indulges Eddie, anyway.  He throws scissors and Eddie goes with rock, evening out their score. Eddie’s excited because he knowsBuck, because he knows Buck’s going to finish with rock since it’s the only one he’s not used, but then Buck tosses scissors, again, and Eddie’s left having his paper cut between Buck’s two fingers.  “Motherfucker.”  Buck giggles, proud and wearing his win with a beaming smile. “In you go, cowboy.” 

eddie is so fucking funny in this story. i don't know if he's really funny or if i just think he's funny because i'm writing him the way i see him—a silly little queer country dude who's blossoming in his thirties and having the time of his life—but i'm having so much fun regardless

tagging my love @eddiediaztho, @watchyourbuck, @alyxmastershipper, @shitouttabuck woof woof, @diazblunt, @housewifebuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @hippolotamus, @jesuisici33, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy and everybody else <3

[lukeevangelista]

Hiii, hope your doing well! Wanted to request a blurb or imagine where your Tage Thompson’s younger sister and you start dating Dylan Cozens! Your writing is one of my favourites 🤍🤍

Tage’s Sister - D. Cozens

I’m obsessed with this concept.

And imagine she’s interning there too for management classes 👀

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“You know he’s going to kill us if he finds out, right?” You murmured against Dylan’s chest.

You had stayed the night with the dark headed boy; not telling your brother you had been there.

“I know.” He said as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand, his hands in the air as he scrolled through his notifications before setting his phone close to your face on his chest, “I gotta start getting ready for practice soon.”

“Do you have to?” You whined, “You’re comforting and I’m warm.”

“My ass would be grass if I didn’t.” He chuckled, “but as soon as you’re done with work and I’m home, you can come back, deal?”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes.

It wasn’t long before you two were crawling out of bed, you grabbing your clothes from his spare drawer.

You had some professional clothes sores away at Dylan’s for moments like this.

It wasn’t unusual for you and Dylan to arrive together so no one would question anything the moment you two walked into the building.

You two made your way to his car, him opening the door for you.

“You think anything will be said?” Dylan asked as he started the car before resting his hand on your thigh, “I just don’t want anything to be said.”

“I’m sure people either speculate we’re seeing each other or we’re just really close.” You shrugged as you watched him roll his eyes at you, “What?”

“I highly doubt they think we’re just good friends.” He laughed, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble. My job is secure; yours is an internship. I just don’t want you to lose it.”

“I know- but all is fine Dyl.” You said as you gave his hand a tight squeeze, “I promise.”

*****

“I’ll see you in a few.” You whispered to Dylan, him murmuring about how he’d meet you in the car.

Tage was walking up to you two when he said that, his eyes darting between the two of you before he gave you a slight smirk.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You gave him a confused look as he watched behind you until Dylan was out of his line of sight.

“You going back to Dylan’s or are you coming home? Tage asked as you gave him an exasperated look, “A little birdy mentioned it.” Tage chuckled, “Besides, I figured when you didn’t come home, something was up.” He continued, “I’m not mad; so don’t think that. But I need you telling me when you’re not coming home so I’m not worrying over you,” he slightly fussed, “You might be grown, but I’m always going to be your big brother and I worry about you.”

“I honestly thought you’d be more protective.” You shrugged, “and I know. It slipped my mind to tell you.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“You’re a smart girl. I know you’ll think things through,” he said as he brought you into his chest, “And I’m here if you need me, but until then, it’s not my business.”

[three-headed-monster]

23 year old players having mental problems that are effecting their on ice play NOOOOO who would’ve thought!!! almost like they’re CHILDREN. it’s just unfortunate they don’t get the grace other players on different teams would get because sabres fans are impatient. even tage said last year they let the pressure and outside noise get to them and he’s older/played longer. it’s annoying! and honestly really sad that these players get into their heads like this and play poorly because of the rabid fans

dylan has also said multiple times that the added pressure of a new contract and expectations made him nervous last year, and i'm sure others feel the same way. i don't think pressure is a bad thing but geez, i'm truly shocked at how terribly un-understanding this fanbase is when SO many of the sabres success stories didn't get truly GOOD until they were past 24 or 25. like look at tage, casey, and sam reinhart, NONE of them REALLY broke out until their mid to late 20s. the only prospect that has come through here and immediately lived up to expectation is jack eichel.

even ras took nearly FOUR TO FIVE YEARS after his first nhl year to finally develop into the player he is now. like for how much we love to reference our 14 year playoff drought, sabres fans LOVE to forget their own history, cause there were people in 2021 saying we needed to trade ras for assets and look at him now. we literally bridged him and half the fandom was in AGREEMENT of it because they thought he was shitty and a bridge deal would be easier to trade.

we have SEEN this before. give it time. it's growing pains. unless you want to punt off yet another young core and have it come back to blow up in your face

[tickletober]

Is there anything we have to do to get reblogged here? (other than taging it as tickletober)

I mean, not really??

The only thing I am looking for specifically when reblogging is that the piece is completely SFW (and free of anything like slurs or bigotry and such -- I go through and at least skim every fic reblogged to make sure it sticks to these things unless i know the author and their work already and know that its going to be safe to reblog without checking), that the fandom is made clear (whether in the tags or the post) for my own tagging purposes, and that I can tell which tickletober list you're using (again whether through the specialized tags or directly in the post itself) so that I can tag that properly as well. I don't tend to reblog works that aren't a piece of writing or art (whether general, fandom, or OC), so if you're just making general posts relating to the days of the list i am probably not reblogging it.

If you're looking for what tags I am specifically going through, it's generally the tags on the pinned post on this blog with all this year's lists that I've managed to find and try to keep track of! Sometimes people also tag my own blog (if they are using the list i made) or the tickletober blog directly, and that's also an option if you're worried your work is going to be missed.

If it feels like your work is getting continuously missed over the days to come, be assured that it is not personal or intentional! I am just one disabled person running this blog on my own while also trying to balance college courses and a normal work schedule on top of it lol, and the reblogging/tagging/adding to queue takes me HOURS every single day. Like, I am sneaking onto my phone at work to scroll through the tags to stay on top of it lol. This is the current state of the drafts right now:

and that's WITH spending at least 30-45 minutes before work this morning tagging and tossing things into the queue. This is just stuff I added to the drafts while checking the various tickletober tags at work, and let me tell you, out of 3 days of October already, this has been the smallest amount of content by this time between all them so far for sure lol

So yeah! If you get missed while tagging fandom & tickletober tags properly enough for me to find, and your work is SFW, and you still feel like you're getting missed, it's not on purpose!! I am just only human and I can't reblog everything from everyone lol, no matter how much I try

[confused-rat]

for a long while I could not figure out why LO would constantly send death threats or threats of violence and get her stans to follow along. Like that is online creator rule number one to not go after other creaters, especially if they are popular or well liked. Heck a creator from YouTube/Tiktok of the name of Casual Geographics used the community page to call out his fans for being shitty. Note , this is some one who just makes funny animal jokes, not someone who makes video essays.

I was always confused about this by a logical stand point. I don't think LO is some mastermind because if she was, she would never be reckless with what she did or said.

Untill I got my hands on a book called "Virtuous Violence : Hurting and Killing to Create , Sustain , End and Honor Social Relationships By Alan Page Fiske and Tage Shakti Rai" [Note, this book it a but outdated and annoyingly expensive book so please talke what I say with a grain of salt. Also i might explain concepts from the book poorly so sorry.]

Essentially, what the book suggests is that what if morals can be tied into the violence , instead of a lack of morals that cause the violence?

What do I mean by that? Alot of poeple know that doing things for yourself is selfish but potentially with a morality of committing violence for another , you can think that is better.

example of this happening? Look at how kids like to bully others so that they can get closer to the other kids who is helping bully another kid. Or how some one will hurt another if they hurtsd the perpetrator or someone who the victim wronged and the perpetrator.

Okay you might be thinking, how dose this tie into LO? Well notice how when LO gets talked about , the stans tend to go out of their to harass or silence critics? It's because that's thanks to LO framing herself as a victim and being very close with her fan base , LO can essentially give her fans a way to get close to her by getting then to attack other because they care. Those other hurt LO therfore you should harass others who hurt her , they deserve it anyways.

Now you might think I am contradicting myself but here me out. From what Courtney has said, things were not good when they were young so what might have happened it that when LO was young , she may have realized at some point, maybe I am just speculating, that maybe others will not hurt her is she bullies them first or gets others to go after anyone else. And maybe like her habit of habitual lying, she just keeps the behavior as she got older and never stopped, especially since it got her what she wants.

A feeling of control over others by using the fact that alot if poeple do not like her.

That does make some bit of sense, though I also want to add that I think Lily does most of what she does through the justification of “horrible people did this to me, so I can do it back”.

She’s been bullied, by awful people for sure, so she has rationalized that she can return that energy and somehow be exempt from all backlash as she was victimized first. Her followers included.

The problem is, not all of Lily’s critics are her harassers, but she refuses to differentiate the two. She wants her followers to believe her critics are the same people deadnaming her in the farms, when that just isn’t true.

Lily just cannot tolerate any form of counter-opinion or criticism being raised against her own. She is right, and anyone who says otherwise is wrong, and even if enough people tell her that she is wrong, then they are stalkers and bullies who can’t handle the truth.

She jokes about her opinions not being up to debate, lamp-shading her own stubbornness, but it’s easy to see it’s just performative self-ribbing for her fans, playing it off as a “oh that’s just Lily!” when it is quite literally the sad truth.

(The sad thing is that Lily could deal with a good 80% of her own harassment if she’d just turned anon messages off, but she refuses to. A likely indication of her own habit to send herself messages? Or is it to give herself and her fans all the justification they need to continue their own harassment campaigns? Probably a bit of both really.)