#sneaky bond

[emiliasilverova]

Chibi Dump 14: Alec Through The Ages

(Censored version for those who can't handle blood; uncensored version under the cut)

I was considering to draw some crack involving Alec before, during and after his (mandatory) morning coffee... then I told @3nigm4art. Their counterproposal? Drawing a full rundown of Alec's life instead. Welp, challenge accepted 😈

As you might have noticed, a few headcanons here. "Shura" is a diminutive of Aleksandr; Alexander's uniform is from the Duke of York's military school; Major Trevelyan is a Royal Marine (because 006 in the Fleming books is one) who's been in Rhodesia and the Falklands among other places; and Alec clearly survived the events of GE...

Ngl, I am particularly proud of how "Redacted" looks. Huge thanks to 3nigm4 for the help with blood, tattered clothes and messy hair on him specifically.

Janus was by far the easiest and most fun to draw. Is it a surprise coming from me, I don't think so.

Oh and I'll confess, I might have stolen little Shura's haircut from this art by @mozulela. I mean, I couldn't come up with something more perfect than that...

[spyxfamilysmol]

[epiphainie]

ok lets talk about mara calling hen and karen mom now

[acourtofladydeath]

Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 1: Beginnings

All his life Nyx has been raised by his parents, Rhysand and Feyre, and their mate Tamlin. One day he decides to ask him mom how their bonds snapped and she is more than happy to oblige.

Inspired by the storytelling in "The Princess Bride" and "How I Met Your Mother" this is angsty, fluffy fun.

So excited to kick off the first day of @polyacotarweek with one of my favorite trios, Feytamsand. Start reading below, or read the entire fic on AO3 here!

“Mom!” I shouted through the hall of the River House. It was her day off, which probably meant she was painting. The River House had a state of the art studio for her to work in, but she typically painted wherever inspiration struck. Which means she could be anywhere. 

The house was entirely too large. Something I loved growing up when I wanted to hide, but hated when I needed to find them. Sure, we could mind speak, but once I walked in on my parents having daemati sex, something I literally didn't know existed before then. After that, I refused to communicate that way unless there was an emergency. 

“In here Nyxie!” She called back from the library at the end of the hall. It had a huge window overlooking the Sidra and sunset. Throughout the day light cast through the window, ricocheting through the room. As it traveled it glanced across the wide array of books, some gilded and some plain, painting the floor in its own way. With the kaleidoscope of colors and dancing light, it was one of mom’s favorite spots to paint. Aunt Nes spent most of her time here when she visited, but today it was just mom. 

“What’s up, baby?” Mom said as I walked in. Covered head to toe in paint, she turned to look at me and wiped even more on her apron and one of her mate’s old shirts. Now which one, I wasn’t quite sure. But judging by those giant, billowy sleeves and the gauzy white linen fabric I had a pretty good guess. 

“I’m not a baby anymore,” I scoffed from the doorway. There was no way I’d get any closer to her like this. Last time she hugged me while painting it took three baths to get it all off and my clothes had to be burned. 

“Nyx you are thirteen, you are definitely still my baby. Even a hundred years from now you’ll still be my baby. I’m your mother, that’s how it goes.” She smiled softly at me then, one of those smiles that told me she was thinking about the past and the future all at once. They were my favorites. 

“What did you need? Or did you just want to watch me paint?” My mom asked, slight worry in her eyes. I’d never been great at schooling my expressions like dad was, mom and I had that in common. We both wore our emotions on our sleeves for all to see. 

I sighed, settling in to ask the question that had been gnawing at me for some time now. “One of the kids at school said something today that bothered me,” I rubbed at the muscles in the back of my neck with one hand, my gaze cast down on the floor as I tried to find the right words. 

It took me several long breaths, but mom waited patiently even as I felt her own anxiety build. “They said…” I let out a long sigh, there really was no good way to say this. “They said it’s not fair that I have two High Lords for parents, or for you to have two mates. And it’s not the first time, either.” 

Mom wrung her apron uneasily between her paint streaked hands, her art now completely forgotten as she focused on me. “I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this love. We knew people might say things like this, Nyx. I wish I had better answers for you, but the Mother gave your fathers and I each two mates.” She looked up at me with apology in her eyes, something I never intended and didn’t need to hear from her again. “I never wanted it to affect you negatively though.” 

“I know mom, and I know we’ve talked it to death.” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “It’s just still a lot, you know?” A thought struck me then. I knew my parents were all mates, I knew they’d met around the time of Amarantha’s reign under the mountain. We’d had a lot of conversations that time so I wasn’t caught off guard if other kids or parents mentioned it, but still…

“How’d you all find out anyway?” 

Mom cocked her head slightly to the side, her brow furrowed just a bit. “What do you mean?”

“How’d you find out you’re all mates? I mean, we’ve talked about the mountain and how you met them, but I’ve never really heard the full story of how your bonds snapped.” 

A secretive smile slid across her face then, and my mom straightened her head toward me. “Would you like to hear the full story? I think you’re old enough now.”

“Only if you promise to spare the gross bits…” I said, internally cringing as the unbidden image of mentally walking in on them flashed through my mind again. Fighting back a shudder at the memory I continued,  "But I am pretty curious.” I smiled slightly, and her own brightened wide enough to light the whole room. 

“Are you too old to sit on mom’s lap for story time? I can change out of my paint clothes first, I know you’ve taken after your dad with how much you care for your clothes.” she asks, humor alight in her words. 

I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks as I answer. “Definitely too old for sitting on your lap…but maybe not for the couch…” She knew what I meant. When I had bad dreams or hard days at school, sometimes I’d lay on the couch, head in her lap. It felt too juvenile to use the word ‘cuddles’ but I guess that’s what it was. A kid’s allowed to cuddle his mom right? 

A few minutes later, mom was back wearing leggings and one of her favorite sweaters. She sat on the couch next to the big window in the library and patted the seat next to her, warmth filling the space between us. I pushed off the wall from where I stood and went to join her. As I settled in, she began her story. “Alright Nyx, let’s start from the beginning. Here’s the story of how I met your fathers.” 

Continue reading at the first cut on AO3.

Please let me know if you would like off or on my taglist!: @pippsmcgee @born-to-riot @chunkypossum @bubybubsters @queercontrarian @yanny-77 @fieldofdaisiies @iftheshoef1tz @secret-third-thing

[mccleans]

i've gone to sleep angry and woken up angry every day since last saturday

[thalassic-p4rk]

My catsona! It is 1am I do not have energy to elaborate further rn. I get up for work in like 5 hours.

Ngl I have no clue what this looks like my vision went out when I started the background 2 hours ago. I am heavily relying autocorrect rn I cannot see for shit.

Inspired by this bitch <3:

[patrice-bergerons]

BONUS:

[asianbutnotjapanese]

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You do not see a ghost but you feel one

For @feast-of-horns

Day 6: Decree | No force

Warnings: Nudity, non-con? Nothing serious just a glimpse and it depend on your imagination.

Summary: Melkor and Miriel have to follow the rules thus an illusion clouds Andis' mind.

Note: I never thought I would publish something I wrote, and it wasn't even what I imagined. I started with one thing and ended with another but I did not expect that I would fail to resist the crazy old uncle Melkor🤷🏻

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How long has she been here?

How long have you been here?

Cold fingers? nails? claws?

Scratching her delicate delicious skin.

It hurts.

It hurts?

She is in pain.

She is in pain?.

Who can hear you poor Indis?

Her throat hurt from screaming.

From screaming?

This is not right.

The king said no one will get hurt.

This is not right.

Is this Miriel?.

Miriel? But Miriel is dead, how can you hear the dead?

Please…..anyone Help me

She is begging?

Oh yes!! She is begging.

But you will not stop queen Miriel, will you?

How can you stop when your Feanaro is suffering because of her.

No one will hear you usuper.

No one will help you, you husband kidnapper.

No one will believe you, housewrecker.

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[katyspersonal]

I don't think anything anyone in any fandom at any given time period will ever reek of the bigger "skill issue" energy than not caring about someone's reply to an ask just because they do not like a person that asked it? Like, wow, you looser are so intellectually stuck in the petty 6th grade school drama mindset that you can't bring yourself to care about your """dearest mutual"""'s ideas, thoughts, aspirations and even art just because you can't control their social circle? How veeeeery mature and supportive. :/

[martyrbat]

bruce and cass swapping outfits but the goons are like wow. batgirl kinda sucks tonight and batman just kissed my head after one punch KOing an entire gang without getting hit once...

[iristial]

[shakeybird]

more cats 🫡

[tenacquity]

" OBJECTION. "

kaeya raises a finger before placing a kiss on the other,

" that - that is all. " ( and he runs away ) ✨

@geleum || >:O sir!!

He fumbles. And somewhere at the back of his mind, a voice reprimands him with a cross, You honestly call yourself a lawyer?

Mid-sentence, the absolute blackguard (a suitable name at the moment... in other situations, Kaeya's as charming as can be) interrupts Ryunosuke with that increasingly overused declaration, but it's what comes after that seals the deal—rather, his lips, aptly phrased. A quick peck. A few lingering beats of bewildered silence, those a practicing student of law should've used to his advantage if not for the fluster—

Then, before he can so much as grasp blindly for any semblance of a response, Kaeya's all but scampering away with what Ryunosuke can only imagine is a boastful grin.

"Now, you— h-hold on!" Only that his shout comes many breaths too late. And all he can do is stare after that cheeky Captain with a brilliant concoction of vexation and adoration.

There'd be time later, after all, to get him back.

[ithaca-my-beloved]

Iliad 11 (trans. Johnston)

Odyssey 22 (trans. Johnston)

Omg like father like son <3

[deathfavor]

okay i give up, brain says no writing tonight so , memes & things tomorrow instead ! I’ll still be lurking & online tho if you wanna hit up my discord or IMS

[shironezuninja]

Dumb iTunes doesn’t have Endoh Masaki’s Yugioh 5D’s songs with his library in their Apple Music collection. Lucky I used to Song Hunt on a laptop since 2006.