#omfg I'm sorry

[charliexspring]

rugby lads through the seasons

[hualianschild]

‼️spoiler‼️ (chapter 63)

uhm so that happened...

(i was NOT ready omfg)

[whenuwishuponastar]

I liked you right from the start

[mrsoharaa]

𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 🎀🍰

characters; SatoSugu (Gojo Satoru + Geto Suguru) x Reader

cw; none! pure FLUFF! the two dummies being completely lovesick and mopey over their pretty spoiled angel! birthday trope, completely SELF INDULGENT (since it's my bday todayyy <3)

Your lumbering eyes blink heavily to the flaunting streaks of the peeking sun seeping through your bedroom shades. A heavy distinctive weight of multiple objects weighs all over and around your sleeping form, a low grumble tittering off from your supple lips.

Gradually stirring awake from your deep slumber, you glance down at your chest to a note with a beautifully fully blossomed peony taped to the feeble paper. Blinking, you sit upright and take the note into your hands, carefully holding the gorgeous, flourishing flower and reading over the neatly familiar font written in perfect alignment.

Good morning and happy birthday beautiful :)

Sorry that me and Satoru are not there to hold you in our arms and spoil you with endless kisses and affections, but we had to do some...shopping for your surprise for tonight. (I really didn't want to spoil anything about it but I guess I kind of did...)

As you can tell, Satoru had bombarded you with boundless hoards of gifts on you. He was dead set on drowning you in a heap of stuffed animals, jewelry and your favorite type of throw blankets. He's utterly ridiculous, but he loves you incessantly so I suppose that makes up for it haha.

A tender smile seeps onto your cheeks, glancing up and around the bundled stock of adorable stuffed animals, fluffy throw blankets and fancy expensive boxes that you'd presumed to be the priceless jewelry Satoru had hauled for you. Your heart flutters warmly, frantically at the adoring thought.

A bit much don't you think, Toru?

"Oh 'Toru..." you giggle softly under your breath, your softened eyes scrolling back onto the heart felt letter in your free hand.

We should be back home in a few hours or so, so please enjoy your comfortable day lounging about my love. We'll bring home some snacks on our way back.

Oh, and my gift for you (minus the flower of course, because I think I remembered you saying that Peonies were your favorite some time ago) is in in the living room. I hope you like it angel :)

Again, happy birthday princess.

Much love from your goofballs - Suguru + Satoru.

Your heart continues to patter wildly against your chest, smiling ever so giddily to yourself as you glimpse over the mount of gifts hoarding over you. Gently placing the adoring letter on your nightstand, you gently caress the soften petals of the elegant flower, gingerly bringing it to your lips and tending a ghost like kiss to the sweet scented flora. Inhaling the candid natural scent of it's aroma.

"Oh my silly thoughtful boys" you murmur lightly, feeling your eyes swell with happy tears, your heart fluttering happily to the thought of the two idiots you grew to know and love over the years, spoiling you.

Feeling the enthralling excitement swarm in the depths of your stomach, you carefully rise from your gift-cluttered bed and stand onto your toes. Stretching out your limbs, you felt the soft silk of your blush pink night gown grace over the upper plain of your exposed thighs. A tingling, lulling sensation peppering all over your awakening skin.

Still holding onto the flower in your hand, you gleefully make your way into the living room. Stopping immediately at the frame of your bedroom door as your pupils dilate with vast enchantment and wonder.

With your ceiling littered with heart shaped balloons of soft pink, rose gold and white, the dining room table neatly decorated with two tall standing candles, silverware and dishes adroitly placed and pink rose petals lightly scattered along the sleek table cloth and your dishes - you couldn't help the overwhelming warmth resonating deep within your heavy chest.

Those thick, kindred tears welling back at the corners of your blurry irises.

"Suguru..." you hardly whispered out with a soft gasp, blown out watery irises carefully skimming along the beautifully decorated room from their courteous hard work.

Light footing of your delicate steps drew you close to the breath taking scenery displayed out before you. Daintily, you brush the pad of your fingers along the silken table cloth and rose petals that swarmed over your dining room table. Thoroughly, admiring every detail and care they took to prep this, just for you.

Your eyes spot another note in the middle of the table, folded in half and nestled against one of the standing candles.

You carefully take it and open the smaller note.

I hope everything is to your liking angel, I wanted to make everything as perfect as I could for you :) I hope it's not too much.

(Satoru says he helped pitched in, doesn't want to seem like he didn't put in any effort or whatever haha)

Happy birthday sweet girl, dress up nice tonight, we're cooking and tending to you thoroughly tonight. Tonight will be all about you sweetheart.

- Suguru G.

Oh, so he wants you to collapse from a cardiac arrest from all the cuteness and what not?

Grasping onto the small, gracious note and hugging it close to your chest (where your heart rests), you couldn't help the familiar overwhelming feeling of sheer bliss and joyous enlightenment embellish all over your body. Filling your heart and soul with boundless love and adoration.

Tears swiftly cascading down the soften plush of your blossoming cheeks. Breaths catching tightly at the perch of your lungs, heart still restlessly plummeting to the endearing thought of your boyfriends going out of their way to woo you with such enchanting gifts and basking wonderment.

You couldn't help the over joyous feeling coursing through you, titillating excitement pouring through your veins as you rush to your bathroom to get ready for the enticing night!

[double-choas-for-one]

Yea I guess

{open starter} insane?

*you were walking down a street and saw this person talking to themselves*

What do you do?

(tags @acezinspace @emdabitchass @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @least-favorite-hades-kid @penelope-is-waiting @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @aura-of-the-winds @lucifermorningstar-official @the-speedster-god @lethia-not-athena @the-god-ofwar @seleneandheliosog @mother-of-trust @princess-of-jade @notesbyaphrodite @justice-bringer @/anyone )

(my master list)

(tell me if you want to be added or remove)

[thequeerlibrarian]

Wild Space by Karen Miller

[megaawkwardhuman]

ok let me get this straight gay

nandermo this season:

were made equals in episode 1 cuz it was made clear guillermo didn't work for him and also made it clear they they were taking a break from each other

ended up working at the same place the next episode with guillermo having a higher standing than nandor (which is the kinda start of them doing a swap in character this season) at a place called CANNON

went through a reenactment of their 1st meeting

had one FIRE the other (cuz he was told to) but did it in a way that felt like a breakup ON TOP OF THEIR BREAK UP (once again IN A PLACE CALLED CANNON)

had another argument that led to divorce number 10000 (again ON TOP OF THE BREAK UP)

were chill with each other enough to have weekend get aways with nadja (thanks to blackmail)

took an actual break from each other that ended with nandor attempting to rebound with the guide and guillermo and getting punched in the face (not cause of all of this but had to mention cuz it was funny)

had the guide flat-out reject nandor and told him TO HIS FACE how he loves while waiting for guillermo to save them

had nandor say GUILLERMO'S FAMILY IS HIS FAMILY right after guillermo came over to save their asses and before guillermo and his cousin got them tf out

had one try to warn the other about his boss's intentions at a big event for one of them (that he's there AS HIS FRIEND) which after another argument led to basically a call back to the pilot

back to back WENT OFF on guillermo's boss which lead to them chatting outside cannon about how nandor want to stick by guillermo's side, doesn't care that he isn't a vampire cause he belongs with his family of weirdos (YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH NANDOR SAYING GUILLERMO WILL NEVER BE A NORMAL HUMAN AND BELONGS WITH THEM MEANS TO ME), and WANTED TO BECOME CRIME FIGHTING PARTNERS

BASICALLY BECAME CANON OUTSIDE OF CANNON AND (partly) CAUSE OF CANNON

I- JUST- WELL- THEY-

[uncaffeinatedbirb]

In the next Act, I wanna see Jayce Talis sobbing his heart out. I want to see him kneel infront of Viktor's cold body and go absolutely insane. I want him to mutter apologies between nonsensicals. I also may want to see him carry that man's body away from bloody chaos outside. I also kinda want it to be slowmo, background music, and all that dramatic sht. or maybe just them. solemn. but just them...I know that this sounds stupid but I want anything other than Jayce fucking out of that place without tears in his eyes. I want the real Jayce Talis peaking through the insanity. I want the Jayce Talis who loved his friend to bleed through the cracks of the arcane's hold.

I want to see a glimpse of his devestation. I don't care if it is like two seconds short I just want him to sink to the ground and mourn the friend that he lost. the friend that he shot wit the tool that they created together to help other people, the people of Zaun...Viktor's people. the friend that he fucking pulled away from Death's cold grip with the thing he promised to destroy only for him to shoot him in the chest and take his life.

This may be a result of the things Jayce has seen during the time that the arcane comsumed him and Viktor may be reanimated or whatever but I just want to see Jayce mourn first.

this isn't what we meant when we thought Jayce will break Viktor's heart :((

[movedtoferinehuntress]

Caitlyn knew she had just info dumped a ton of stuff upon Kassandra without thinking, but when she gained her mind in the zone it just went on and on. "Sorry, I have two maps, this one," She pointed to one, that displayed all of the piltover and the sections around the fissures which belonged to the undercity. "Is all of Piltover and the undercity. This one though," Caitlyn pointed to another map she was working on. "This is three different sections of the undercity. The upper portion, the middle, and the lower. It's quite extensively built into the rocks and fissures of the ground, going so deep you can't see the sun," Caitlyn said, leaning back on her legs with her hands in her lap.

"Each of these attacks is helping me figure out who is orchestrating it, and the use of animals is the way the attacks are done. Just animal-like actions that make me think of them," Whether she was right or wrong she didn't know, but again she was working with limited information. Caitlyn pushed her lips to the side, looking over back to Piltover. Something that goes back and forth. "Hmm…someone may be working for him, or with him. Someone who doesn't have a name and can remain invisible to the eye," Someone like herself, that people tend to ignore. "No, you might be on to something. See, most of the attacks right now have only been in the undercity, though there have been a few in the lower districts of Piltover. Nothing of consequence, at least as the reports say. But when you have someone murdered and put on display, I find that hard to say it's not important," Caitlyn said as she stood up and walked around the map.

"But the attacks are all connected to the undercity still, a man who used to live in Piltover who moved to the undercity. So in a sense, that's why they are viewed as less important despite the loss of life," Caitlyn tapped her finger against her chin and looked up at Kassandra. "A bird, perhaps a runner. Someone who has information, going to and from. Someone who knows what is happening, eyes and ears but invisible to everyone," Caitlyn waved her hand as she moved over toward her journal and started to write some things down. "We need to look for people who aren't visible, most likely from the undercity but can blend in. If we can find someone to question, we might get more information on this S figure," Caitlyn said as she smiled.

"I think you're onto something,"

She remained still against the pillar, almost like a sentinel at rest. Even if she was a few inches shorter than Caitlyn (in this form, at least), her posture always made her seem statuesque, bigger than life. Were it not for the occasional sips of wine, she would appear to be relatively unmoving. Taking another sip, she studied the map with all the connections that Caitlyn had laid out on the floor. To the immortal, it didn't make much sense. Perhaps that was an advantage Caitlyn had, able to make connections that others couldn't see. Kassandra was far more wise than she was intelligent, but that wasn't to say she wasn't smart. Her knowledge was more lived-in experience than book smarts.

Kassandra nodded at the display before her. "On your... map thing. I'm sorry, I don't quite know what you'd call this kind of display." She said, waving her hand at the setup that Caitlyn had laid out. The young woman seemed quite adept at making connections, finding what connected to where, who might have been involved, what regions were hit when, and possibly why. Kassandra was more interested in finding magic artifacts that people were not ready to handle than solving crimes, so maybe this was why she couldn't understand the full scope of what she was looking at.

She leaned in, looking closely at how things were mapped out. She tried to follow along but the last time she was in this region, Piltover didn't even exist. Golden eyes narrowed in on the details, trying to decipher what she could. "Are the other attacks potentially related? Or are you just using animals to represent them for now?" Tapping her chin she looked at the undercity and Piltover. "Perhaps here," she pointed at Piltover, "You are looking for a bird, a creature that can fly freely between destinations." Metaphorically, of course.

Kassandra leaned back against the pillar once more. "But I could be totally wrong, I'm just throwing out possible ideas."

[lockewrites]

Reader giving Halsin a massage

Reader (gender not specified) x Halsin || Semi-NSFW (suggestive) || 1332 words AO3

POST-GAME SPOILERS FOR HALSIN

From @thecaptainsassistant (it won't let me properly tag you D:) - Hi, I saw you posted recently about HalsinxReader oneshots and was wondering if you'd be willing to write one with a human femReader ranger giving Halsin a back-rub (can be any degree of citrus rating you like). Have a lovely day!

You find yourself watching him without meaning to, your eyes often idly drifting to his form whenever he’s near and his attention is not yours to claim. A book had been keeping you company for some time as you sought quiet from the bustle of refugees attempting to reclaim some semblance of stability in Thaniel’s realm, but Halsin rarely stops for breath. Constantly hurrying from place to place, ensuring all were taken care of; exhausting to watch, let alone experience, but it warms your heart all the same… as well as casts worry in your mind.

Hunched over his desk, his hand moves fiercely back and forth as he pens his thoughts and plans, always anticipating the next step, the possible consequences, whose skills would suit the task best. The quill against the scroll echoes in the room, and you can’t help but shake your head. He simply never stops.

The book closes with a soft thump, and you place it on the end table before approaching Halsin. As you near, his posture shifts, straightening and turning slightly to glance at you from the corner of his gaze. Even with the weight of this new responsibility, the distractions and obligations, he never loses sight of you.

“What is it, my heart?” he asks, the scratching of the quill finally halting.

You rest your backside against the edge of his desk and look down at him, one of the few times you don’t need to crane your neck to meet his hazel eyes. Reaching out, your fingers cup his jaw, your palm on his chin as your thumb trails across his lips. Gaze taking him in, you note the shadows beneath his eyes, the tinge of pink in his sclera, and a new heaviness in the rise and fall of his breaths.

“You need to rest,” you say, voice quiet yet firm.

“I will,” he replies as he presses a fleeting kiss against your thumb.

“Now,” you insist, gripping his chin gently, as if to punctuate the word.

Halsin smiles, but it’s not enough to hide the weariness that holds him. He places the quill in the inkpot as his other hand rests on your thigh; you know the movement well, an attempt at distracting you from your concerns. Not a promise of intimacy, as that would draw him away from his duties, but an intimate enough gesture he knows has an effect on you. You can’t think of your worry for him if you’re too focused on his touch, what those fingers have done, what those fingers could do.

Your eyes flicker to his hand before returning to his gaze; your expression is wholly unimpressed.

“I will be finished shortly,” he promises.

He’s an honest man and would typically never dare make such false utterances toward you, but the integrity is pliant when it comes to his own well-being. It’s a lie he’s told you numerous times, and after the first few, you learned it’s never ‘shortly.’

You’re not without your own techniques, however. Pushing off the desk, you step behind him, your hand sliding down his neck and resting just beneath his collarbones as the other joins it; your arms around him, his warmth spilling into your chest as you embrace him from behind.

His muscles shift beneath you as he leans back and places his hands over yours, the tautness in his movements noticeable even through your clothing.

You slip your hands from his and move them to his shoulders, giving a tentative squeeze before kneading the hard flesh under your fingers.

An involuntary groan escapes him, his head falling forward in an instant.

“It’ll take me longer if you continue distracting me,” he warns, though the way his head sways ever-slightly as your fingers work at his stressed muscles betrays the insincerity in his words.

A smile plays on your lips, knowing he won’t deny you much longer. Halsin had always been so pliant under your touch, though it wasn’t until more recently you had realized. Leaning down, your lips press against the back of his neck, the sun-kissed skin warm and filling your senses with hints of oak and herbs; you breathe him in, the scent having become your home after all you’d been through.

Your hands continue massaging away his stress, earning you more poorly stifled moans. He’s losing this battle, and you both know it.

Halsin’s loose hair falls over your fingers as his head tips backward; he looks at you with that hazel gaze, his eyes holding a mix of adoration and exasperation.

With a smirk, you lower your face to his, claiming a kiss that he immediately melts into.

“Come on,” you insist after you pull away. “And I’ll finish what I started.”

He blinks at you a few times before sighing and pushing away from the desk.

Taking his hand, you lead him to the bed but stop him before he can sit. You undo the laces of his tunic, pushing the fabric to the floor and exposing his beautiful torso. After a greedy glance, you motion for him to lie down as you pull a bottle of oil from your nightstand.

“On your stomach.” Your voice is soft but commanding, and he obeys with a chuckle.

Once he’s settled, you climb onto the bed and straddle his thick waist, letting most of your weight rest against him.

“Not often I’m the one face down on the bed,” Halsin remarks, and though you can’t see it, you hear the smile in his voice.

You hum and tilt your head, admiring him beneath you. “It’s quite a view,” you reply as you rub the oil between your fingers.

The smell of lavender and orchid fills the air as you press your fingers into his skin; it doesn’t take long to find knots, the weight of rebuilding Reithwin and caring for those brought over from Baldur’s Gate heavy on his broad shoulders. While the land healed and continues to do so, and Halsin and you escape the town on occasion and venture into the land’s wilderness, it’s not quite enough to free either of you, but especially Halsin, of the constant worries that come with such a responsibility.

He doesn’t speak, and other than his occasional relaxed hum that vibrates beneath your hands, the room is quiet. Peaceful and withdrawn enough that it feels as though you two are in your own world, and you adore these moments. Halsin is hesitant to express such sentiments, but you know he would have collapsed under the pressure he places upon himself if not for these escapes.

You pay no mind to the time past, only stopping once your fingers and arm risk giving out.

He peeks backward at you. “Finished already?” he teases as you shake out your arms.

There was once a time he’d have fought you on pampering him so, but it was a fight he soon conceded when he learned you would never give up and it makes you happy; not to mention, it provides an excuse for him to return the favor, though he rarely needs one as he’s always seeking ways to pleasure you, whether innocently or intimately.

His back arches in, the muscles rippling as he stretches under you. Your legs lift you upward as you move to get off him, and in a moment, he flips onto his back and grabs your hips, forcing you to stay in place. For such a large elf, you never cease to be amazed at how dexterously he moves.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Halsin asks, smirking and raising a brow.

Tilting your head, you return the smile. “I figured you’d want to get right to sleep after such an exhaustive massage.”

His eyebrows shift and furrow, his fingers sliding down across your thighs and sending immediate heat through you.

“First,” he begins, his eyes traveling up your body, only serving to fill your cheeks with warmth, “I must show my thanks properly.”

[drakkonyan]

pov it was all a bad dream and she is there, capcom never forgot her

[abrandnewshadow]

2007 la ink kat von d - frank iero episode

[shamedumpster]

Stand for the flag!! 🫡🏳️‍⚧️

Happy trans day of visibility!! (as requested by @breath-of-fresh-grantaire based on this:)

[deoidesign]

Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

[codyshellhole]

Boris and Theo in another universe

[yesmissnyx]

Not gonna lie...it's hard to even pretend to be into small penis humiliation when like...

Sorry but I am an absolute slut for tdick lmao 😌🙏💞