#she's my muse i would die for her

[st4rfckerz]

i think you could be a fan of brittany broski

I AM HOW DID YOU KNOW

[wigglesdtuff]

My arms around his neck My fingers laced a crown I was a heavy heart to carry But he never let me down

[isildurcutoffsauronsring]

“We need more complex female characters!”

You couldn’t even handle her.

Credit to: Elena Kukunova

[brutal-out-here]

I wish I could say I haven’t been that stressed in a long time watching an episode of a show but I just remembered I spent last Yellowjackets episode just knowing Van was going to die so basically every show I watch just stresses me out lol

[thenexusofsouls]

{i am the caretaker of souls} Not me considering adding Aeryn Sun from Farscape as a muse on here. Someone please stop me, I have a problem. XD

[drawnecromancy]

Day of the fall of Neseah - Nelvaren

"I've envied you, Nelvaren. For too long have I longed for... something like this." He chuckles, his breath rasping against the kings strained throat. "Perhaps in another life, some would even call this an act of love. Sparing you the fate of seeing what i've done. I'll let you know now I'll agree that this... is a mercy. Goodbye, my muse." He slowly unsheathed his sword from the king's body. "I shall paint the ashes of your kingdom, in your blood."

Excerpt written by @lee-thee-bee, Keryth (on the left) also belongs to them !

[envyenvys]

‘Just fleshing out’ a background character for a fic is so dangerous bc either all you do is slap a name on some guy who shows up one time and go on with your life, or you end up pathologically obsessed with a character that not only doesn’t exist anywhere except your own head, but at this point might also be directly contradicting whatever slivers of canon information they actually have

[socksandcrocs]

CHAPPELL ROAN HAPPY PRIDE BITCHES

[haledamage]

there is no better feeling in the world than being Chosen by someone's pet

[anthromimicry]

alright, but... it seems like i am in a mood for angst this morning because just imagine this: misao meeting someone that reminds her so much of ryu and having all of her childhood memories just rush back to her in one foul swoop despite the fact that she's tried really hard to bury them. because if misao allowed herself to think about them for a second, i have a feeling she would just completely breakdown because misao doesn't even have a picture of him or anything, so she forgot what he looks like and what his voice sounds like. so even if she saw him on the streets of gotham... misao wouldn't even recognize him because it's been so long.

and the fact that she has become like a ' human ' in that aspect somewhat enrages her because misao secretly HATES having to pretend like she is anything but who she is + like i believe i have talked about once but didn't get super deep into talking about, is that she may or may not distrust humans automatically upon meeting them. though this sense has lessened over the years, it is still slightly there due to her mother's death haunting her. and being forced to face her past like this where misao is not prepared for it mentally would be kind of devastating for her, NGL. (but y'all should totally give misao someone who reminds her of ryu anyhow, and i'm not saying that to be evil or anything. i'm just saying it because there has to be some way that she works through her issues eventually and with the way she is now... i don't think that misao would be willing to open up to someone else about them. so something has to act on her externally. )

[relicsongmel]

Picking the bitchy options in this game feels 200x more cathartic while playing as Denise I swear

[kareenvorbarra]

read the beginning of a popular book out of curiosity and something happened in the first few pages that made me realize it might be least For Me book ever written

[imaginarianisms]

naerys coded....

[xfrozendreams]

Alnirafenen Lavellan in Dragon Age: The Veilguard. I am in love with her so much omg.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

not saying I will actually write this but inspired by before I fall if I did write a Gansey’s death loop fic who should be stuck in the time loop; Gansey himself, Blue, or both Blue and Adam?

(I dismissed Adam only as an option because I’ve read a fic about the same concept thought it was done beautifully don’t think I have a better take on it.)

[flwrstqr]

日语 ✶ THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE GENTLEMEN ENHYPEN ─────𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇. 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬 ㅤ𓈒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽

( 𝑓𝗍 ) ㅤㅤ⠀⠀ ⦂ enhypen & fem!rea 𝑖𝑛 8OO fluff one shot head canon 警告 fluff, headcanons, petnames, kissing & click . . ( 𝓲ssue )

다니 ⠀⦂ ⠀hehe gentlemen enhypen is what we all need!! if my future boyfie doesn't treat me like this i might just die ㅠㅠ thank u jenn for help in won's :0

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung is the kind of man who notices everything about you—the way your eyes glow under soft lighting, the shades you favor in your wardrobe, the little details that make you, you. so it’s no surprise when he shows up at your door, a bouquet in hand, petals carefully chosen to match your outfit for the day. “thought these would look pretty with your dress,” he murmurs, his voice warm as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. his other hand finds the small of your back, pulling you in just enough for his lips to ghost over your forehead. “and you deserve flowers just because.” his thumb brushing along your wrist as you hold the bouquet close.

PARK JAY

at every party, jay is the perfect gentleman—so much so that it’s almost unfair how well he knows you. he keeps an arm wrapped securely around your waist, guiding you through the crowd. after exactly three hours, when, like clockwork, you lean into his side, whispering a little complaint about your aching feet. he only hums, lips curling into a knowing smile as he gently tugs you closer. “figured,” he murmurs, leading you outside, where he effortlessly retrieves a pair of soft slippers from his car. “here, princess.” his hands are warm as he kneels, helping you slip them on before taking your heels from you without question. “i got them,” he assures, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple, fingers intertwining with yours. you don’t have to carry anything—because jay always carries everything for you.

SIM JAKE

you’re mid-conversation when a stray strand of hair falls into your face, and before you can brush it away, his fingers are already there, tucking it gently behind your ear. “there, pretty,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with such love, thumb grazing your cheek before pulling away. “distracted?” he teases, tilting his head, his golden-brown eyes twinkling. you pout, and he chuckles, leaning in just a little too close. “can’t help it when you’re this cute,” he adds, voice softer now, meant just for you. his hand finds yours, fingers lacing together effortlessly, as if they belong there. “what am i gonna do with you, sweetheart?” he sighs dramatically, but the adoration in his gaze says he wouldn’t have it any other way.

PARK SUNGHOON

he way you subconsciously rub your arms when the air turns chilly. without a word, he’s already shrugging off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders before you can protest. “don’t even think about giving it back,” he warns, smirking as he tugs it snug around you. his scent lingers in the fabric, making your heart do a stupid little flip. “cute,” he muses, tilting your chin up with a finger. “you look better in my clothes, baby.” you roll your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrays you, and he knows it. with a chuckle, he leans in, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips—teasing, waiting. “gonna let me kiss you properly, sweetheart? or do i have to earn it?” oh, he’s insufferable. and you love him for it.

KIM SUNOO

his hand intertwined with yours, thumb tracing absentminded circles on your knucklelike he’s done it a thousand times before. “didn’t she do this exact thing last year?” he hums, tilting his head, and you pause—because yeah, she did, and you barely remember mentioning it, but he does. of course he does. “and didn’t you say you’d never trust her again?” he teases, lips curling into that all-knowing smile, and you groan, burying your face in his shoulder. he laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your temple. “mm, my baby’s too nice,” he murmurs. you pout, and he only tugs you closer, like holding you this way is second nature. “but i love that about you.”

YANG JUNGWON

you’re standing at the counter, eyes lighting up as you take a bite of the pastry the worker hands you, and just as you’re about to tilt your head, he’s already there—gentle fingers brushing your hair back, gathering the loose strands and holding them behind you so they don’t fall into your face. “good?” he hums, voice warm, watching you chew with the softest smile. his hand lingers at the back of your head, thumb grazing your nape absentmindedly before he lets go. “mm, really good,” you manage between bites, and he chuckles, reaching for a napkin to dab at the crumb on your lip. “adorable,” he murmurs, tucking a lock behind your ear before lacing his fingers through yours.

NISHIMURA RIKI

“knew it,” riki grins, pulling a hair tie from his wrist the moment you sigh in frustration, fingers fumbling to push your hair out of your face. he’s already standing behind you before you can protest, gathering your hair in his hands. “my baby never remembers, huh?” he teases, tilting his head as he smooths down stray strands with practiced ease. you huff, crossing your arms, but the way he carefully loops the tie around your hair, makes your heart melt anyway. “there. now you can actually see,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair before you can stop him. you glare up at him, and he just leans down, eyes twinkling. “what? don’t i get a thank you?” he singsongs, hands resting on your shoulders. when you roll your eyes, he only smirks, leaning in to peck your cheek. “you should be grateful for my existence,” "shut up before i shut you up, ki"