#okay bye lol

[shaadowmilkcookie]

Hiiii for all the lovely lovey people who followed me after that dimentio post: RUN. RUN WHILE YOU CAN. this is a blog entirely dedicated to the ugliest blue man from a game about RUNNING COOKIES. and i may or may not draw dimentio again to make them kiss—I MEAN WHAT. WHO SAID THAT. i may draw him again. but it will be uncommon and i feel bad about t baiting people in like that!

[deedala]

If I don't make it out tomorrow, I want you to look after the kids, okay?

[lovelylil-macintosh]

Hello tumblr.

I have no idea how to use this site. 💀

Anyways, have a stupid thing I drew cuz I was bored :3 (sorry it looks like ass I rushed it 😭) ((happy pridemonth btw))

[slitheringinrizz]

I love how Wolverine would look you square in the eyes, at eye level, because this man is 5'3", canonically. IMAGINE the make-out sessions if he is your height. He would have to fight for dominance, which would be so cute. Would also introduce an amazing scenario for sub! Wolverine.

Might make a Short! Wolverine piece soon...

[r-ahh-mi]

heeeyyyyyyy. I’m going to take a guess and assume that 90% of the people I use to chat with often on here are no longer active, or at least not in this fandom anymore, buuuutttt I’m going to give a lil update on me that probably no one will read lol

I’m going to be 30 on Monday and I’m fucking terrified :)

I now identify as a lesbian and am in an AMAZING long term relationship with my girlfriend who I live with alongside our three cats. Never EVER thought I was worthy of a love like this and it’s insane and scary to have it.

I got diagnosed with ADHD and Autism this past year and it’s been life changing/saving. I feel like I’m finally starting to understand who I am as a person.

[espressosaur]

Put  👏 that  👏 man  👏 in 👏  a  👏 skirt!  👏

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Can’t Make a Hoe a Househusband, Pt. 2 Fuckboy!Michael AU

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine

Chapter 10: One Month Later (THE LAST CHAPTER)

It had ended up taking a month to wrap up all your shit.

Between the lease woes, your landlord being a dick about you trying to leave in the middle of the month- coupled with your boss softly demanding that you finish your assignments before you could leave your job...

A month.

A whole month you had to spend apart from Michael, and out of Monaco.

It hadn’t been all that bad, and you knew you had had a shit attitude the whole time, but you couldn’t help it. You had just wanted to drop everything and go, damned be the consequences. But you were trying to build a professional reputation, and leaving a major firm high and dry would not have helped you if anyone heard about it.

Your landlord though, he could go fuck himself.

“I just can’t believe he gave me such a hard time. Did I tell you he’s keeping my security deposit because he hasn’t found anyone to take over the lease?”

You dragged the packing tape across the top of the box you had in front of you, your phone precariously balanced between your shoulder and your cheek.

“That is such a dick move. I can’t believe that’s even legal.” your friend replied.

“I know!”

“Hiiiiiiiii!!!!”

Your phone dropped from it’s spot and clanked on your no longer rugged floor. You cursed as you scrambled to pick it up.

“Sorry!” Daniel’s voice was much further away from your friend’s phone but just as loud.

“Jesus, he never is not on 100, is he?”

“Nope.” your friend laughed, “Sorry about that, he’s just getting impatient cause we’re supposed to go to your man’s apartment tonight for dinner, and someone,” she teased, “hasn’t gotten any attention cause I’ve been on the phone with you.”

The high pitched, dramatic puppy whine in the background made you shudder.

“Okay, weirdos, I get it. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Oh, are you sure?” your friend quickly asked, “I was teasing him, not you. I’ll stay on the phone for another hour.”

You took a deep breath as you surveyed what was left of your living room, “Nah, I better go.” There was still a fair amount of boxes that laid on the floor half opened, “I have to tape all these suckers closed for the movers.”

“Ooooooooo!!” Your friend’s excitement felt contagious, “When are they picking your stuff up?”

“Tomorrow!” you replied happily.

“Oh, I am so excited for you to come home.”

“Me too, me too.”

-

Michael sighed as he watched Blake take over the stove top, “You know I hosted dinner this time so I could actually cook, right?”

“Mhmm.” Blake hummed as he flipped the steaks again.

So much for that, Michael thought amusedly. Usually him, Blake and Daniel would get together for dinners once or twice a month. The only catch to them was that one of them had to actually cook, and while they’d all sworn to play their part, more often than not, Blake ended up with the short end of the stick. But he does fucking love it, Michael shrugged to himself as he went to check the table again.

“Did you see the new plates I got?” Michael called to Blake, only to instantly regret it when he heard the cackle that followed.

“Yeah, mate.”

He walked the short distance back into the kitchen area, “What’s so funny?”

Blake shot him a look over his shoulder, “You’re just soooooo...” Michael widened his eyes as he waited for Blake to find his words, “Domestic.”

A smile grew on Blake’s face as he watched a blush erupt across Michael’s face. They all knew, don’t know why the fuck I told them, that you were coming home. You weren’t here yet but you hung in the air around Michael for the past few weeks, and the boys couldn’t help but pick fun at it when they could.

Blake’s smile widened, “So, is she-”

The doorbell made Michael laugh as Blake grumbled to himself, “Oh no, gotta get that.”

Daniel’s girlfriend, your best friend, came along this time. It only slightly put Michael on edge. He knew how she had felt about him in the past, and while he wanted to change her perspective on him he understood that it would take time. Didn’t mean she didn’t make him nervous.

“Hi.” Daniel grinned from across the table where him and his girl had sat, directly across from him.

“You don’t think you should sit across from Blake?” Michael questioned, motioning to their friend who was seamlessly tuning them out as he plated food for everyone, “Poor guy is staring at the wall.”

“Better than his face.” Blake mumbled.

“Hey!” Daniel squeaked, “You think I have a nice face, right?” he asked his girlfriend bashfully.

She nodded in agreement and said something Michael couldn’t hear. He watched with a slight pressure in his chest as she laid her head on Daniel’s shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek. When Daniel turned his head, he caught her lips with his own, kissing her only semi inappropriately at the dinner table.

“Hey!” Michael called to them.

“See? Wouldn’t you rather have the wall now?” Blake deadpanned as he cut into his food.

“We’re all going to have to face the wall when his girlfriend” Daniel dragged the word out like a child would, “comes home. Probably going to fuck on the table during dinner.”

Michael felt his dick harden a bit at the prospect.

“Mate, are you fucking kidding me.”

Michael looked up, “What?”

“Why did it look like you were considering it?” Daniel groaned, “Oh my god, we’re never eating here ever again. Who knows what surfaces they’ve defaced.”

“Wow, big word.” Blake commented.

“Shut up.”

Michael motioned to your friend, “Did you teach him that one?”

“I think I used it last week.”

The boys erupted in laughter at your friend’s willingness to chuck Daniel under the bus. Daniel sat there, muffling his own laughter through the ugliest, most dramatic pout Michael had ever seen.

“Oh, man. I do like you.” Michael nodded at her.

“Yeah? I haven’t decided on you.”

Michael looked quickly down at his plate, feeling the heat that had landed on Daniel redirect to himself. Daniel laughed, and quickly lifted the mood.

“Yeah, isn’t your girl coming home?”

Michael grinned, “Yeah, mate. Few days now.”

“Oooooooo,” Daniel teased, “he’s got that big smile, look at him all in love.”

His girlfriend shoved him, “I think it’s cute,” she turned to look at Michael, “and you seem like you won’t be an asshole and fuck it up this time.”  

“I won’t.” Michael nodded at her.

Blake took over the conversation from there. Michael couldn’t tell whether Daniel dating your best friend made Blake more nervous than it did him. Your friend was very nice, but fuck, she could be ruthless. Michael stole glances at her while they ate and talked about their work grievances.

“I swear, it’s like they’ve gone color blind sometimes.” Daniel droned on and on about a mistaken paint job as Michael zoned out.

He could imagine you here at the dinner with him so easily. A small smile tugged at his mouth as he imagined you sat beside him. It would be a little tight, but with his bench seats, he’d happily eat with one hand if it meant his arm could be curled around you.

Could sit her in my lap.

He dismissed that thought as quickly as it came.

He meant it when he said he was going to work on your relationship. Cause that’s what you had now, it wasn’t about being physical, it was about more because that’s what you had. That’s what had always been there.

“Oi!” Michael looked up at Daniel before he realized his phone was ringing on the table, “You gonna answer it?”

All it took was a glance at his screen before he was up out of his seat and headed towards his room to answer your call. The chorus of teases over his shoulder followed him the whole way but nothing could ever ruin a call from you.

“Hello my darling.” He happily chirped.

Your giggle was magic to him, like a shot of espresso straight into his blood stream, “Hi there, dinner didn’t start yet, did it?”

He hummed, “Yeah, but I don’t care.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I’ll call you later.”

“Uh, no.” Michael quickly spoke to avoid you hanging up on him, “I’m here, all yours, honestly they were torturing me anyways so you’re a really welcome distraction.”

You laughed, “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Michael smiled and rubbed his sweaty palm over his pants, "I've been thinking-"

"Uh-oh"

“When are you coming home?” He blurted out.

“Two days.”

“Fuck, wasn’t it two days like yesterday?”

“So impatient.” you teased before adding, “I miss you.”

“I miss you,” he answered, “and I really can’t wait for you to be home. I already got something planned for your first night back-” he rushed the words out quickly.

You laughed, “First night back? Have you already forgotten our rules?”

“No, no, you’re telling me and yet you have your mind in the gutter-”

“Me?” you laughed.

“I’ll have you know I have plans that fall perfectly within our relationship building rules.”

You scoffed, “Well, I’m glad you remember them.”

"Remember them? They’re seared into my brain, sweetheart.” Michael snickered, “We just broke up for the third time, and you know, third time’s the charm."

“So we should stay broken up?” you quipped.

“No!” he groaned, “This means we’re done breaking up, and your handy rules are going to make sure of it.”

You paused for a moment, and braced yourself for the dread that never came. Instead, a kind of soft stillness spread down your spine and curled into your gut.

“Okay.” There was another brief pause, and you could almost imagine Michael in your head. Him and his goofy smile, your easy agreement never failed to melt him, “Pick me up at the airport?”

“Of course.”

-

True to his word, Michael didn’t try anything when you got home. It was still a bit of a shock that you had a boyfriend. A boyfriend to pick you up and spin you around in the airport, a boyfriend to drive you to your new apartment and leave you at the curb with the promise of picking you up for a date later.

A boyfriend who had opened half of your boxes and taken out essentials for you and put your larger furniture where you would have struggled to put them.

All on his own.

Cause he wanted to.

Cause he wanted to for you.  

After you got over your initial shock, you worked to get the rest of your clothes out and back into your dresser and closets. You chose the most mundane, brain melting chores just to make the day go faster, to get back to him.

You were so fucked.

You caught yourself constantly laughing at yourself because you’d catch your smile in the reflection of your kitchen countertops, or in the mirror as you put on bit of makeup for your date. The excitement that bubbled up from your tummy was totally different than what you’d experienced in the past.

Any doubt that what you felt was purely physical was completely out the window by now.

Especially when he took your hand in his as he drove, and you practically melted into the car seat.

“Annndddddd, we’re here.”

You looked around at the dock and narrowed your eyes at him, “Is this the part where you kill me?”

“Ha, ha.” he said dryly, removing his seat belt, “Come on.”

You met him in front of the car and raised your arms to drape over his shoulders, “Where are we going?”

He nodded over your shoulder, "Come find out?"

"Only if you hold my hand." You dropped your arms in front of you, a smile stretched across your face when he easily grabbed your hand in his own and pulled you alongside him. You laughed when you saw his boat at the end of the dock, "So what is the date part? Cause I’ve been on this yacht... a few times."

Michael snorted at the way you so delicately worded all your trysts on his boat, "It's a surprise."

"I hope the surprise involves food."

“I always feed you, don’t I?” He stepped over the dock and held his hand out to you.

“I mean actual food, not your dick.” You quipped as you stepped on to the deck.

“Well excuse me, aren’t you usually hungry for both?”

You actually tripped at how effortlessly he joked about something so dirty but true. He was so casual. You hated the way he could say something so absurd but still get your heart racing, just as much as you loved it.  

“I’m just playing.” you almost jumped at how close he was to you, his breath brushed against your cheek before his lips pressed to your skin in a soft kiss, “None of that now, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

You whined as he laughed at how breathless you sounded. The moment sobered in seconds as he pressed his hand to your hip and turned you. He caught your lips against his and wasted no time, parting his lips to playfully press his tongue against your bottom lip. Meeting him, you softly moaned as you both rubbed tongues.

All too quickly, the heat rose like the waves the yacht was riding. There was no more soft touches, his hands gripped your waist as he squeezed you against him, your whole body pressed to the front of his as you breathlessly and loudly kissed. The wet sound of you sucking on his tongue and his resounding groan into your mouth filled the air around you while excitement pooled in your gut at the hardened pressure against your stomach.

In an immaculate show of self control, Michael’s arms loosened around you and he dropped his head back. He blew air into the midnight sky above you.

“Come on, we need to get out there.”

You nodded and let him go, letting him go to the captain’s deck to direct the crew to wherever you were off to.

When he returned, he fulfilled his promise to feed you food, and you both had some wine on the deck. The boat had been moving for about an hour when you’d finished, as did the movement of the boat.

“Oh, are we here?” You asked, looking out into the darkness around you. There was nothing but open water around you.

“Mhmmm.” Michael hummed as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pressed himself to your back. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, “We’re here.”

You turned in his arms and kissed him softly, “What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see.” He answered before he dropped his head back to look up at the sky.

You looked up for a moment, nothing visible but the glow from the bright lights on the deck. When you looked back down in front of you, you felt your self control loosen. While Michael had showed restraint, you watched the cords of his neck tighten and loosen. Leaning forward, you raked your teeth down the front of his neck.

“Fuck!” Michael groaned as he quickly fisted your hair and yanked your head back so you couldn’t even see him. All you could see were the damned lights above the deck.

And suddenly those went out too.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you struggled momentarily to adjust to the sudden darkness. But when your vision returned to you, your mouth fell open.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Michael rasped.

You ignored the slight edge to his tone, and the heat between you, in favor of the sparkling sky above you. It was breathtaking.

“Is this-”

“Yup,” he nodded in your peripheral vision before he gently untangled himself from you and took your hand, “come here.”

The floor of the deck softly glowed blue so you could see where you were going without the large spotlights that had been on. You let yourself be led to the couches in the center of the deck and sat down in the comfiest spot. Your cheeks colored as he winked at you, no doubt remembering the first time he tasted you in the exact same spot.

“Nah,” he warned, even though you weren’t sure if he meant it more for you or himself, “come.” He shook his finger at you as he pulled you down beside him and guided your legs over his lap.

Curled into his side, your hand and head on his chest and your legs bent snugly in his lap, you couldn’t imagine a better place to be. You hummed happily as he stroked your back with one hand while the other held your hand.

“Michael,” you softly got his attention, feeling your eyes tear up, “You really believe we’re endgame?”

“All the effort I’m putting in, you better be.”

You scoffed and smacked his chest, “You’re so sure.” you stated softly.

“I mean, how many more times can you fuck it up?”

“Oh, please!” you scrunched your face at him, “Pretty sure it’s your turn to fuck it up this time.”

“Oooo,” Michael blew air into your ear like a jerk, “better start brainstorming now.”

“I’ll kill you.” you deadpanned.

Michael laughed hard and gripped his chest with one hand before sobering, "If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

“Booooo!” You groaned.

“You make me feel alive.” He wrapped his arms around you, "You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

The way he looked at you, so earnestly and wholeheartedly, melted your heart and made you shift your behavior. You couldn’t play off his affection forever, and you needed him to know how you really felt.

This is how it starts, and keeps going.

You reached for him and gently placed your hand on his cheek. You smiled at him as you felt him lean into your palm. You looked down for a moment before you worked up the courage to look into his eyes and open your mouth.

"All I've ever wanted was a place to belong.” You started, “Somewhere I could call home.” you bit your lip as he saw you, “And for the longest time, I thought it was anywhere but here. I thought I’d have to escape this place, go out of Monaco, find a home, a real home.” You took a steadying breath, “I never once thought home wouldn’t be a place, but a person.” Michael kissed your palm gently, and never looked away from you, “You gave me that, you gave me a home. Michael, you are my home."

Michael blindly reached across your lap and squeezed your other hand in one of his as he turned his whole body toward you.

“And I was never into this, never into relationships. I thought they were a lie, a balm for how much life could suck, and even then, how long would it last? What was the point in forever? I never bought into it. Until you.” Your words flowed like water now, "I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you." You were breathless, and struggled to put your racing thoughts into coherent sentences.

Michael gently shushed you as your cheeks heated, your words caught up with your mind. You resisted the urge to throw yourself off the boat.

This is how it starts, and keeps going, you reminded yourself again.

Instead of judging you, Michael wiggled his eyebrows as his finger hooked on the chain of your necklace, “Am I your royal flush?”

You laughed, all the anxiety in you drained away, “Fuck, what am I doing committing to enduring these cheesy lines?” You whined.

“You’re committing?”

“Michael.”

“Wowwwwwwwwwwww.”

You huffed, “So, what’s the plan?”

Michael kept the adorable look of confusion on his face, “There’s supposed to be a plan?” His eyes widened, “Please tell me there hasn’t been a manual for you all this time and you’re only just mentioning it.”

You rolled your eyes, “You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“I don’t want to handle you,” his voice softened, “I just wanna be with you.”

“Is that the plan?” you asked.

He nodded, “Stay.” he spoke barely above a whisper, but his eyes were intense, and you felt more full than you ever had in your life.

“I can do that.”

[gardenerian]

Nope, sorry. I’m going all in. I want them to do dinner out and the whole shebang. 🤪

Mickey knocked their first anniversary out of the park so I hope Ian decided to embrace all the corny Valentine’s stuff.

Like, I’m thinking Ian making dinner reservations at one of those restaurants that does a special Valentine’s course. A real date with silverware etc etc. Just a good steakhouse or Italian restaurant or something like that.

Also I hope they give each other novelty boxers, cards with sexual innuendos, and chocolate (penis shaped optional).

Maybe one of these bad boys

lmao tidal if i didn't love you so much i would FIND YOU and i would THUMP YOU askjdhf i am the equivalent of this screencap rn

I AM HERE WITH RECEIPTS TO DEFEND MY IDEA THO asdljkhf okay so here's what i said a year ago today and i stand by it!! there is dinner! and gifts! and candy! it's just chill and lowkey and fun and sexy and every good thing they love 🥰 and HERE is my valentine's day 5+1 sdfkh idk why i am so 😤😤😤 about this lmao i think we are all in agreement that they do fun things for valentine's day and that's all i have to say askdfjh except yes they totally stock up on those little chocolate men

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[auden-dahn]

"D-Don't worry about me! Focus on helping the little one, okay?" 🌠 panel redraw of @laikascomet

[mitwodlemi]

(Spoilers for seasons 1-2 of TMA) HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!

I got hyperfixated on The Magnus Archives back in November and now I can finally post some fanart for it! Here's my season 1 and 2 dump. I have much more stuff for the later seasons, which I will be posting soon hopefully.

Enjoy my drawings of the Eye's special little boy!!!!!

[revasserium]

promise (to be holy)

rafayel; 1,745 words; fluff, fluff w/out plot, established relationship, kinda?spoilers for raf's lvl 55 affection story, no "y/n", genderless!reader, very suggestive but not actually nsfw

summary: oh, didn't you know? promises are sacred things beneath the ocean...

a/n: @syneilesis thank u for being my lad screaming buddy; this one's for you and for raf the little slut

The ocean has always been a certain kind of poetry, hasn’t it? You smile to yourself as you blink yourself awake and the world is the size of your sunlit bedroom. Rafayel’s breaths are even, his lashes so dark and long they remind you of a certain kind of midnight — the kind that catches starlight in her hair and has magic in her fingertips.

The kind of midnight that inspires wonder.

“If you really are that enamored with me… I can paint you a portrait. It’ll last longer.”

You blush, even as Rafayel’s eyes flicker open to catch yours, his lips pulled into a teasing, sleep-heavy smile.

“I — I wasn’t staring. I just woke up too and you were blocking my sun.”

You try to turn away, but Rafayel is faster, his arm looping around your middle to pin you to him, his breath warm as it kisses the skin of your bare shoulder. He cocks his head, still blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh? Is that so?” he asks, shifting so that your eyes are level. The morning light paints his outline in liquid gold, and from here, the shade of his eyes makes you think of all the secrets the sea might keep from the sky.

“Mhm,” you nod, licking your lips, and watching with some satisfaction, as his eyes flick down to trace the movement. His skin is warm and his fingers soft as they press into the bend of your waist to pull you closer.

“Liar,” he says — whispers, before he dips down to graze his lips against yours.

You sigh against him, grinning as you curl your fingers into his hair and tug. The way he gasps makes a certain, unnamable hunger surge within you, pushing you forward till you’re pressing him back into the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips.

“Y-you — ngh —” Rafayel hisses as he tips his head back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, his fingers inadvertently into your skin. You cock your head — and perhaps it’s the tantalizing line of his neck as he leans back, straining beneath you, or perhaps it’s just the morning light, falling like a lover’s caress across the smooth of his skin, the soft wave of his hair as it splays across the pillow — dark against light.

“Now… who’re you calling a liar?” you ask, flattening your palm slowly against his chest, reveling in the way his stomach tenses beneath you, how his breaths seem to quicken as you lean down and down and down.

“Y-you —” he almost musters up a glare as he hisses, “bullying the weak…” he murmurs as he tries to turn away. You twist his face back towards you with a finger beneath his chin and watch as his eyes go wide.

“Oh? You think this is bullying? But… I haven’t even gotten started yet…” you don’t miss the way his pupils dilate, the way his entire body goes rigid and then soft.

“I — you — I’m not accustomed to the ways of you humans! T-to a Lemurian like me… this is — this is —” The words die on his lips as you lean down to skim your lips along the bend of his neck, dropping phantom kisses on the long line of his collarbone, your fingers still holding his head in place.

“Hm?” you hum, grinning as he arches up into your touch, his fingers digging crescent-moon grooves into your hips and thighs, “this is… what, exactly?”

Rafayel makes a broken, keening noise at the back of his throat as you pull away, a fox-fire smile twisting your lips. You blink down at him, feigning innocence.

“Didn’t you say you were going to tell me all about Lemurian traditions? Why not start now?”

His eyes narrow as he forces himself to look away from you. You can almost feel the heat radiating off him in waves, burning from the tips of his ears all the way to the roots of his hair.

“I — you —” his lashes flutter and you can’t help your own laughter as it bubbles from you.

“C’mon, let’s get up — didn’t you want to go to the paint shop today — oh!”

You make to pull away, swinging your legs off him, but the world tilts as a pair of hands pull you back, and a moment later, you’re being pressed into an ocean of tangled sheets and pillows, Rafayel’s face hovering above yours, his expression caught between annoyance and ill-concealed desire.

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish,” he cocks his head, lips drawn into a delightful pout as you try to tug your hand away. He huffs as he pins you down harder, the redness in his cheeks deepening even as he leans in.

“Who said I was starting anything?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him even as he scoffs.

“Words aren’t the only way to make promises, y’know,” he says, and you feel his grip on you loosen. But there’s a tantalizing lilt to his voice that holds you in place, a dark, faraway look in his eyes as he leans back slightly, his gaze grazing down the shape of you, splayed out beneath him.

“Yeah? Then… what’s another way of making a promise?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows as he shifts back to allow you more space. You shift and the pair of you find yourself sitting face to face, the sheets rumpled around you like a white-sand beach, the remnants of the night before scattered in the folds like footsteps in the sand.

He looks at you before his eyes cast downwards. Your fingertips itch toward him and you reach out, brushing aside a stray strand of hair. Quick as a flicker, he catches your hand, pressing his cheek to your palm, eyes falling shut as he sighs.

“There’s… lots of ways to make a promise…” he says, murmuring it against your skin as he turns his face to press a kiss to the delicate skin of your wrist. You shiver as heat chases up your arm, tingling through your body as you swallow.

You sit there, frozen, as he leans in, slow and slow and slow — till you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips.

“You see… words are a little harder when you’re underwater, so sometimes we make promises by touching palms —” he turns his hand around yours till your fingers lace, “sometimes… we brush cheeks…” he grins as he leans in further, his cheek brushing by yours.

“And sometimes…” he pulls back ever so slightly, till you feel your own breath catch in your chest. His voice is deep and warm and soft and sweet — tugging you in as the moon on the tide, and you can’t help but wonder at the mysterious forces that might’ve pulled you towards one another in the beginning.

Chance, or perhaps something much less nebulous — like gravity.

Your lips meet like magnets clicking into place, and it’s far from the first time you’ve kissed but somehow here, in the morning light, with the windows of the bedroom thrown open to welcome the sea, the salt hanging solid and heavy in the air, it feels like the first time. You can taste the smile on Rafayel’s lips, can feel the eager way he presses in, tongue sweeping across your lips as you gasp open for him. You feel the weight of his body as he pulls you in, pushes you down, and the gentle give and take of it all somehow rings out against the slow shushing of the rising tides.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless. You wonder, briefly, dazedly, if he might’ve been able to go on kissing like that forever. Do Lemurians even need to breathe? What might it be like to kiss like that and never feel the burning ache of oxygen in your lungs? It’s a dizzying thought, and you let yourself linger on it for a second more before Rafayel’s laughter breaks your train of thought.

“What? Was it so good that you’ve gone into shock?”

You blink, shaking your head as you feel heat wash up into your cheeks.

“No! I — I was just wondering… what does a kiss promise, exactly?”

And at this, Rafayel’s cheeks darken again, but he sighs and lowers himself onto the bed next to you, a finger trailing idly along the bend of your ear.

“Well…” he says, “it depends on the kind of kiss.”

You yelp, swatting at him with a pillow as your stomach flips inside you at the implications. His laughter is bright and pure and sweet, but as you both settle down again, he shrugs, pulling you closer to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“But mostly… a kiss just promises that there’ll be another kiss.”

You smile, leaning up to graze your lips against his, “Like that?”

He lets out a soft groan before pulling you in, his lips parting yours, slow and sensuous.

“Yeah… just like that.”

“And so… if you kiss once then…” you press a finger to his lips to stop him from leaning down again, “you’ve gotta keep on kissing? Forever?”

Rafayel grins, tugging away your hand, “That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

You purse your lips, humming as you feign contemplation. Rafayel scoffs and makes to move away again, but you pull him back, laughing.

“You can’t leave yet! We’ve got a promise to keep, remember?” and with that, you kiss him, and he softens. As he always does.

“I think…” he says, a little breathless as the pair of you sink back into the sheets, “we’ve got a bit more than one promise… but I think we can start with this one…” and he leans in to capture your lips in his, fingers drifting to the skin of your waist. And as the dawning day watches from beyond the window, the ocean shushes itself against a stretch of forgotten beach, water through sand like tangling lovers’ fingers, reaching and holding, pushing and pulling.

And for lovers like that, there will always be promises to keep, and keep, and keep.

pls come talk to me about love and deepspace oh m ygod

[lizaisdrawing]

I accidentally deleted an ask I had plan to answer 😭 so I’ll paraphrase it

“Where does Wallaces inspiration for Welcome Home come from?”

Wallace inspiration for welcome home came from a variety of things. I guess you could say it started in the beginning when he first got into art. He just loved taking objects, insects and people and creating his own little spin on them. During his college years (he was studying to be a teacher) while working in a daycare facility, it really helped him understand what children took a liking too, as well as few things they could learn lol which made him start contemplating about creating a show. He already had concept material based on his past works.

But ofc he didn’t do it all alone,It really helped that kids loved sitting around Wallace and create short stories with eachother that helped inspire some eps :) as well as his friends getting into silly shenanigans and the support of his grandparents. Last but not least, we can’t forget that whenever Wallace has some new inspiration for eps ideas, he calls up Sylvia! I shared a lil more info than required lol

[fiendishartist2]

guy who doesnt dance x guy who will drag you onto the dance floor

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once

okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.

it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.

your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,

“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.

“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.

“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.

[bomedew]

i love u,, sam winchester,,,