#she loves him sm

[oflorien]

🎁 - Lomion

YULTIDE GIFT //accepting @ondothlim

lomion  doesn't  receive  just  one  gift.  one  is  a  material  gift;  a  dagger  to  resemble  the  essence  of  twilight.  silver  blade,  a  black  hilt  that's  elegant  and  sleek  and  the  hue  of  rich  blue  he  often  wears  adorning  the  hilt  with  tiny  gems.  the  second  gift;  is  one  she  made  just  for  him  with  her  own  hands,  her  voice  and  her  heart.  lomion  gets  a  song  of  his  own  and  instead  of  the  darkness  and  reputation  that  followed  his  past,  she  sings  about  his  bravery,  his  redemption,  his  beautiful  heart  and  soul.

[themistdragon]

Since Callum is an artist, it is basically canon that Callum will ramble to Rayla as he draws stuff.

Callum: Oh, would you just LOOK at these HANDS! AH, don't even get me started on the PERSPECTIVE!!! It's so realistic, this drawing is coming out so well!

Rayla, understanding absolutely nothing he's saying: Great work!! 🤩🥰😘 It looks so good pookie 🥹☺️😍 you're the best!! 🥰😚😊

[svftlove-a]

☘️ lyanna & sebastian !

thank you sm for sending this, angel. ♥

[ravagercherri]

⭐ there's an embarrassing photo of drunk cherri kissing kraglin somewhere in existence from the christmas party but she keeps that shit so under lock and key and the only person who ever found the picture was peter and she of course beat him up until he forgot about it

[piperslovebot]

🥰🥰

[soulcluster]

“ truth is that i’m so damn in love with you that i don’t know what to do with myself. “ (Felix to Eirika 😌)

Felix was so focused, so serious, and Eirika found it so terribly endearing. The words tumbled from him in apparent frustration, as if his love for her should be a problem he could solve.

Smiling, Eirika placed her hand upon his cheek and turned him to face her. "Lucky for you, all you need to do is kiss me." Then, not giving him the chance to do it first, she pulled him toward her and kissed him.

Felix was also lucky in that Eirika was so in love with him that she didn't know what to do with herself, but this always seemed a good idea.

[dimeadozencows]

My personal understanding of the situation

[justchallenging]

even before being adopted by Dracula, Laura thought of him as a father. Which is only enhanced by the fact he literally was the only father figure she ever had as her biological one passed before she was born. Dracula was there, a constant in her human life. Lala even called him dad as a child (which neither he nor Camilla corrected when she was so deadset on claiming him as her dad at such a young age).

After being turned and properly raised, the bond was deepened between the two. It was just them. Father and daughter vampire duo, alone for centuries. It’s clear Laura loved him dearly, with her actions, leaving notes behind for him to find. And she has to say “I love you” to Dracula at least once daily. In case he ever forgot, of course.

[wuthering-tempest]

dads and the pet they didnt want

[idiotsyncratic0]

my emmet in hisui copium

[jinikaris]

no one's safe from the lix charm, not even "ghosts" 👻

↪ SKZ CODE EP. 67: SKZ-ARY TOWN #1

[divine-draws]

they're watching magical mystery cure. me too girl, me too

[phosphorus-noodles]

obsessed with the fact that lizzie is a successful bait for joel... they're in love your honor

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[stormlit]

❝ oh no, an evening spent at a theatre with one of my favourite people, how will i cope? ❞ it's strange how quickly benji has become one of her favourite people, how protective of him she feels, when amalia would have said that she didn't have a maternal bone in her body. she doesn't know what it feels like, to have children, but she thinks it feels like this—the vampire version of it, at least. benji should never have been turned this young, but he was, and she will look out for him. him and sybelle both; she may not have the same connection with the young pianist that she has with benji, but she is still important to amalia. still part of the family amalia could never have imagined for herself.

(and she has to have someone to share her love of ballet with.)

she laughs, ruffling benji's hair. ❝ you may not have noticed yet, but we don't tend to do well with...community hubs. covens are insular and dangerous, and everyone else just...sticks to small groupings. so we must break into the human libraries. ❞ a place where vampires can congregate? it sounds awful, to her. it sounds risky. amalia has never had much luck with large vampire groups; she always seems to end up afraid for her life. ❝ but that's just more fun. ❞ the smile stays, content to be here.

there's a brief nod, amalia's hand on the door handle, ready to force it open. ❝ listen. do you hear any heartbeats inside? there's likely security patrolling. ❞

benji beams with easy excitement. he'd spent much of his short life with no other choice but to learn to be self-sufficient — to learn to manipulate and hustle for his survival because children still had to be reliant on someone. and he'd learned how to get that help because no one had offered it freely. now, as a vampire, he feels more like a kid than he'd ever had and he's surprised to find that he enjoys it. he trusts amalia fully, looks to her with all of a child's admiration and love for a parent ( is that how it felt to have parents? his had passed so long ago he can hardly remember ).

❝ i'll try something new, only if you'll come see it with me. ❞ he says, as another condition. though, she could have said no, she could have not offered him new tickets and he still would've been happy to go with her.

❝ you guys have had centuries and no vampire's ever thought to make a night library? you'd have it so easy, just collect things and eventually it's old and important, ❞ it's said half-jokingly, following her around the library for another entrance. he doesn't quite grasp the social customs of vampires — he'd still been learning to be a human — and who knows, maybe someone had done so?

❝ maps? ❞ his eyes brighten, nodding, because she's right. he's a sponge for knowledge, for taking in every little bit about the world, about its history. he nods, though then gestures with his chin towards a side entrance. ❝ what about that one? ❞

[turtledotjpeg]

that "draw 6 characters" meme but i looked into my soul and knew i just wanted to draw 6 melody