#okay i'm really going to bed now

[spaceorphan18]

I have some Colin headcanons because it's 1am and apparently, this is what I'm thinking about tonight. Headcanons based solely on the show - Book!Colin is just a different animal.

Some time after the whole Marina incident, he and Anthony had a very uncomfortable conversation about how and where he can go get laid. Benedict found out about it, and finds it hilarious

He totally lost his virginity to the Contessa. Like - he DOES NOT shut up about her.

And she seduced him - because I just cannot imagine him ever having that much game. (Colin is not a liar, but he is kinda dumb and rather pretty, and I'm sure this woman knew what she was doing.)

She also is the one who taught him how to properly pleasure a woman (c'mon, he had to learn that from somewhere and I highly doubt /that/ was something Anthony or Benedict was going to go into-though that'd have been a hilarious convo.), plus, while the European Tour was definitely his slut era, I'm guessing 99% of that was at brothels.

(Though, I am amused by the idea of Colin asking so many questions at the brothels and the sex workers being like... okay, my dude, usually sex does not include this much talking.)

Also, slut era isn't as slutty as he lets on when he gets back. I mean, he only keeps telling the ONE story. And sure, discovering sex is fun, but as he writes in his journal, doesn't stop loneliness or provide genuine connection.

How many times did he end up at a brothel after he wrote to Pen and thought about the fact that he's been hearing nothing back from her?

[popcornkwantum]

Swiftli week, day 4

Free theme! (Laser tag)

Summary:

“I’d easily get more hits on you than you on me!” Taylor claims.

Lincoln’s smile turns into a playful smirk. “Oh is that right?”

Taylor leans in, standing on his tiptoes to get a little bit closer to Lincoln’s level. It makes him think of those professional boxing stare-showdowns. “Yea, that’s right, Mr. Li-Wilson.”

“You’re on, Swift.”

“Guys, we literally just finished the first game,” Normal tries to pipe up in between the two, “Maybe it's time for a little break first?”

“No! Someone has to taste true defeat,” Taylor shouts and points to the air, like an anime character ready for the fight, and picks up his laser tag armor again.

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OR:

Lincoln and Taylor get a little too competitive in a game of laser tag and are willing to do everything to win

[afniel]

[somegrumpynerd]

I love ur artstyle they all look so squishy and cute <3

Ahksbjdbkjbdkjbdkj thank you!! ;-; I do want everyone to look kinda round and squishy and plush and I'm really glad you like it ^^

Also, because I actually had time for once and I wanted to do a doodle, attempted squishery:

[garartie]

the fallen angel

[franky-y]

this is a drawing please don't come after me

[deoidesign]

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[soaps-mohawk]

eepy author

the author is very tired, she is eepy. the author has had a very long day of writing and wants to take just a smol sleeb. She eeby and neebies to sleeby.

[changingplumbob]

Woah Nellie, so I got around to writing REDACTED today and even though I didn't do any this morning the ideas were flowing this afternoon and I've got five and a half days worth of posts. And I've still not gotten the whole goal ticked but to be fair it is one box for several things. Plus there's me liking adding extra bits. It'll make sense when we get there I promise.

Mad About Dodo finale! Tune in to see if Shay can even attend or if her food poisoning has her back in the hotel over a bucket... Maybe they'll have to CGI her in for that one 🧐

[essektheylyss]

Okay I did get distracted by a grade being posted and I am about to be both a nerd and a millennial but god ngl I do hate classes where you get full points on all your assignments but don't actually get any actual feedback on them. What is the point. If it's a class where everyone gets passing grades for making the effort but you get actual feedback and comments, that's great! But I would genuinely rather get points docked and get extensive comments on what I did well and what needed improvement and why than this.

[lieutenantselnia]

I'm so exhausted but here's a recent doodle of my pookie <3

[airas-story]

Fighting the battle against the brain weasels tonight, who are busy trying to convince me to do the thing that I know (think? hope?) I'll deeply regret come morning. Not sure if I'm winning or losing right now.

[khaotunq]

i'm so confused that your ask didn't appear in my inbox but instead appeared only in my notifs. wild. ANYWAY I LOVE THIS GIF I'M KISSING U ABOUT IT

EDIT ur ask didn't actually appear on my dash when i posted it so i have cunningly screenshotted

ANY-ANYWAY. Since I'm a liar who said I was going to bed and then didn't, how about AkkAyan dressing up? It's THEMATIC. Also I made that little gif for my ask to you and ended up rewatching the Our Skyy eps in the background, then remembered I wrote this!

*

Wat threw a costume party. That’s how it had started. That was the reason all of Ayan's friends were mad at him.

  In his defence, Wat clearly hadn’t thought through all potential permutations of a costume party for his birthday. He’d given them the prompt of old Thai movies and left them to it.

  It had surprised Ayan how little convincing it had taken to get Akk into the ridiculously tight shirt and pants that predominantly made up his costume. He'd rolled his eyes and fussed and turned his single syllable nickname into a three second groan, but he'd let Aye pick, and he'd certainly voiced no complaints when Ayan had pointed out he’d be wearing something similar, just in black.

  It also shouldn’t have been possible to look good in a ridiculous all-yellow outfit. That was part of Ayan's defence too: nobody but nobody should manage to pull off being dressed head to toe in banana yellow in lieu of gold.

  Akk could, it turned out. Akk did. Ayan was man enough to admit that at least half the reason he'd taken the black outfit was that he knew he'd be entirely unable to control himself around his boyfriend in form fitting black. Akk, at least, could usually be counted on to act appropriately.

  Usually.

  Anyway, it was Wat’s fault. All of it.

  It was Wat's fault they'd even heard of The End of the Red Eagle in the first place. Ayan would have never paid it any mind were it not for Akk insisting that their friendship with Wat depended on it. Ayan did sleep through most of Wat’s suggestions and although Akk ragged on him for it, he thought Akk enjoyed it when he was curled up sleeping in Akk's arms rather than awake and pointing out logical fallacies in any given film just to annoy him.

  So, Ayan had little to no real idea what the plot of Red Eagle was, but Akk hadn’t seemed overly fussed when Ayan suggested the hero and villain as their costumes.

  Ayan suspected Akk had also fallen asleep. He did it more than he'd ever admit to, because Ayan had woken up to him fast asleep under him several times while one of Wat's recommendations played on his laptop next to the bed. Akk would never admit to it, and Ayan found it too endearing to challenge: he knew Akk's phone browser was full of tabs on for various movie pages so that he could refer to them if Wat ever asked.

  By the time they arrived at Wat's, Ayan had reevaluated every choice he'd ever made that had led to that moment. He loved Akk for far more than his physical attributes, but the costume was serving as a brutal reminder of many of those attributes. He loved Akk's legs, which were normally a mile long anyway but were at that moment torturously accentuated by the bright yellow fabric clinging to them.

  Akk's body was already something Ayan was used to thinking about - and wanting - but the frankly obnoxious belt Ayan had picked out had turned his hips and waist into features specifically designed to test Ayan’s ability to keep his hands on the wheel on the drive over.

  Ayan had to unclench and clench his fists several times to get circulation flowing through them again after they’d parked up.

  Akk caught him staring a couple of times and had just laughed at him. He’d leaned in as they waited on Wat’s doorstep and reached around to check Ayan's mask was secure, using the excuse to run his fingers through his hair.

  Akk had started it. That was for sure. It was all Wat’s fault, but Akk had started it by flirting with him so openly. Ayan would have been just fine if Akk would have just kept his hands to himself.

  Whether that was true or not, nobody could prove anything.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Sending good luck for getting unstuck! For the prompt game:

“Don’t look down”

Or

“I can’t do this on my own”

💚🌹💚🌹💚

From this prompt game.

“Don’t look down.”

Jamie immediately looked down, turning a shade of green that Kermit the Frog would envy.

“Why would you say that?” Jamie groaned, and Roy felt the bones in his hand creak under Jamie’s tightened grip.

“I told you not to look down, you idiot!”

“Everyone knows as soon as you say don't look, you're gonna fucking look!”

“Look at me then,” Roy said, gently guiding Jamie’s head and gaze away from his mangled ankle to Roy’s face. “Just look at me and breathe. You're going to be okay.”

“Okay, gonna be okay,” Jamie replied, trying to match Roy’s exaggerated breaths.

Try as he might, Roy couldn't convince himself the same.

[skrunksthatwunk]

frostbitten

(alt versions under the cut)

different color scheme:

full pages of both:

anyway haha. who's feeling normal about this scene. me probably

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...