#sometimes simple is best

[l4tchk3y]

MERRY CHRISTMAS, ESPIO!!!

[knifefightandchill]

“I am Osmund Saddler. The speaker for our Lord.“

[sendpseuds]

me: *staring at the wip that's been driving me mad* yeah I think it might just be a hand job

[silviathebard]

DO YOU EAT BOOKS

YES

[charlieghostcrab]

the V's with some deadly companions

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #100

In the anti ecto acts it states that all ecto entities must be given to a government agency but it doesn’t say which agency. Danny after the nasty burger incident decides to take advantage of this fact and gives himself up to the justice league. The Justice league doesn’t know how to handle the teenage ghost that showed up one day and said he was turning himself into a government agency.

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Leverage S03E07 The Gone Fishin' Job.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[army-in-the-stars]

Lee Sang Yi x FLNK magazine

[melodyartist]

Do you take unconventional requests? Like if I was to ask if you could draw like the visualization of a trope, what would be your answer?

Quick answer, yes absolutely I do take requests, the longer answer is... You have to be more specific 👀

[lukazade]

tfw you had a bad mission and now you're both mad but you still love each other very much

[poisonedfate]

every time i see another poor baby merlin "he's too fragile to do anything" take i lose 5 more years off my life

[napping-sapphic]

Popping in because i want all of you to know that my most effective coping method recently has been that whenever i start spiraling i send a meme to my best friend about how much i love them and both the 1) reminder of how great they are and how lucky i am to have them in my life and 2) the time it takes to find a sufficient meme almost always manages to pull me out of it so highly recommend

[ghoulez-vous]

𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀

( gender neutral reader x papa i-iv / hurt/comfort / sfw / under read more for length )

How each Papa would comfort their lover who is going through difficult times.

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

It’s the sort of hug that washes away all of your sorrows: tender, gentle, but firm enough to remind you that he’s there for you. He’s the most lithe of the Emeritus brothers but his hugs envelop you regardless of his figure. The scent of freshly cut roses and sandalwood is strong and you can tell that he’s abandoned his garden to be there for you. His head is nestled in the crook of your neck as he whispers meaningful words of wisdom in Italian that would help with your daily worries. Other times he remains silent, simply being there for you. He can read you like a book and knows exactly how to wash your pain away with a hug, even if it is momentarily. His hugs are a gentle reassurance of his love for you and it pains him when you leave his embrace. He parts with a gentle kiss on your cheek, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs. Although he’s disappointed that you have to part, the sight of you makes him smile with a warmth that he never though possible. You know you’ll make it through your troubled times with him by your side, with all his wisdom and adoration for you.

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

It’s the sort of hug that makes you focus on him, and only him. Any negative thoughts are replaced with the sensation of his firm grip and intimidating frame that melts at the mere sight of you. The scent of his cologne is strong and he’s dressed in his mitre; he must have been getting ready to attend to his duties as Papa. No work was more important than you. The Clergy would manage without him for a while, and a quick glance at a nearby ghoul signalled that the message be passed on. You’re his primary focus now, a large hand caressing your hair as you press your face into his chest. His heartbeat is slow and steady but it speeds up a little with every squeeze that you give him and he begins to suspect that you’re doing it deliberately. His other arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, his head resting atop your own. Although he is the most stern of the Emeritus brothers, you can tell that he is worried from the way that he refuses to take his mismatched eyes off you. His embrace is secure and unyielding; he wants you to know that he is there for you, and that you are his priority. Nothing else mattered while you were nestled in his arms.

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

It’s the sort of hug that nearly knocks you off your feet: desperate but soothing. You’re not certain who needs it more. Before you can open your mouth, you’re in Terzo’s demanding arms. His face is buried in your shoulder, occasionally placing a chaste kiss on the exposed skin of your neck when he feels your grasp on him loosen. He smells of the expensive cologne that you bought him for his birthday. However, you can also smell your own scent; he must have been sleeping with your garb again. Words of Italian fill your ears, his breath tickling your neck as he whispers sweet nothings that comfort you both. He sways slightly, moving your body with him in a soothing manner. It’s hard to focus your mind on your worries when you’re wrapped so firmly in Terzo’s arms. It’s an embrace that you both needed. After you’ve calmed down, he’ll reluctantly part from you and lead you to his room where he can attend to you properly. There’s a freshly laundered comforter on his bed and you knew that Omega must have seen you both. He pulls you down onto the bed with him, your back flush against his chest. From there, he holds you as long as you both need.

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

It’s the sort of hug that starts off tentative but grows in strength. He’s so worried about you and it shows in his body language. He’s shifty, toying with the hem of his sleeves. His brows are knitted together as he begins to speak but hesitates. At first, Copia approaches you slowly to assess the situation and see what you need, worried about upsetting you further. You lock eyes for a moment and he can tell from your gaze just what you need. An arm slinks around your waist as he draws you closer, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. You return the kiss before reluctantly leaving his embrace as he guides you towards the sofa. Brushing aside empty juice boxes with an apologetic glance, Copia urges you to sit down with him, patting the plush pillows. He’s wearing his favourite red tracksuit and Vvlgari t-shirt and you knew that he had been relaxing after yet another exerting ritual. The dark residue of skull paint still lingered around his eyes, and you could tell that he was exhausted to the point of putting little effort into his evening routine. You curl up beside him and bury your face in his chest, hands grasping his soft jacket as he gently stroked your hair. You both needed this.

[mokeonn]

Before I go to sleep I leave you all with this piece of advice: sometimes you don't actually have to answer big political questions, sometimes you can just say "I am not smart enough to know that, I just know the small things I do to help." Like you can often times completely avoid making a fool of yourself if you just say you don't know.

[spicyet]

With the end and all, it just gives too much of an opening to make Shuro learn his place and realize just how much Falin and Laois have in common— after finally realizing he’s got much to learn especially from those who are more eagerly set on their goals than he’s even been— hopefully so much so he learns to loosen up a lot more, and anyways what I’m trying to say here is Laois and Shuro should make some yaoi I think.