#sorry this is... not very fluffy

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[allimili]

If you choose run he just bear tackles y/n

/silly

Sure !

but I actually thought of...

"Why are you running away ?"

[briskchips]

Do you ship Purelily?

Sort of? Not really? I view their relationship through a very specific lens:

I think they mutually liked each other when they were young, maybe even had an actual relationship. But when Lily started to pursue her ideals of the origins of cookies, the witches' motivations, increasing the survivability of their species, etc, more and more, PV got worried. He dreaded who she was becoming, and his feelings for her began to wane. He didn't feel like this was "the lily he knew".

But PV is nothing if not forgiving. He convinced himself this was a phase she was going through, that she'd eventually figure out that this pursuit of strength and knowledge was fruitless and dangerous, and messing with dark moon magic was doubly so. But when Lily received her soul jam of freedom, her determination to learn more and be more only got stronger. She was (metaphorically) a new cookie now, but PV was still attached to the Lily he first fell in love with. He told himself that Lily was fine, just exploring things she shouldn't be for a little while, and then she'd get back to being the sweet, curious girl he thought he knew.

And then she died. Her pursuits led her to fall into the ultimate dough, and even then, PV refused to admit to himself that maybe Lily had changed before that.

When Lily was half brought back to life in the faerie kingdom, PV assumed she'd be herself again. She'd learn her lesson after dying at the hands of the witches, and everything could just be normal. But she still held her beliefs, and was still too different for PV. In an ideal world, they would've gotten the chance to talk through this, but some blue guy just crawled out of a tree to terrorize everyone's minds and that kind of takes precedent unfortunately!

Even now, with her being back, he yearns for who she used to be. He ignores the traits of hers that he finds undesirable, because he doesn't like that someone he loved so much has become someone who so adamantly craves something he disagrees with. I also think PV has a bit of a saviour complex as a subconscious defence mechanism against his own insecurities. He probably isn't aware of this specific feeling he has, but he doesn't like that Lily is so much more independent now. He liked being someone who could provide for her, who could protect her and guide her, and make her feel welcome when other cookies didn't, but she just doesn't need that anymore. She doesn't need him. And that makes him panic. Who is he if he is not needed? What's the point of him if he can't be useful? How can he possibly be of any worth to Lily if she doesn't feel the need to rely on him in some way?

He wants to be a benevolent, strong, kind leader; the kind of leader who loves all of his friends, no matter how they grow and change, but he just feels too differently about Lily to love her in the same way he once did. He's in denial. And he knows he is. Lily does too. That's the basis of their separation at the spire of deceit's entrance.

Their paths don't align in a literal sense, wherein they both have important physical goals that need to be achieved before the war kicks off, but their paths also don't align in a mental sense. They aren't partners anymore. They want different things. They care about different things. Neither wants to admit that they've both become cookies who aren't compatible anymore, but neither wants to change for the sake of the other, either. They still cherish each other, but not in the same way they used to.

So TLDR, no, I don't ship purelily. BUT I do think it was canon behind-the-scenes at some point in their past, and their feelings for each other is a critical part of both of their characters (and I think a lot of fan works are really sweet, I understand the appeal of the ship).

[luna-loveboop]

I find it funny that Wild, who has basically a couple years ish of full life experience, comes up with the most insane theories for everything

He assumed that the only other explanation to Four being able to split in Four was. That he was quadruplets who'd been hiding this whole time???

Also apparently he believed that his wolf companion Twilight in botw was a diety (and felt very uhh shocked upon finding out that he was not)

Malon made things worse, telling him about her aliens theory

What's even FUNNIER is that every time Wild expresses any sort of confusion at magic stuff that he's never seen before, everyone else in the chain acts like it's crazy for him to be weirded out by it

Honestly maybe Wild's the only one with his head on straight, rather than everyone else who are just like 'it's magic bro' like no he's right this is weird

I appreciate this because it's very considerate of the fact that he woke up with no memories not too long ago, so he doesn't have much experience to explain the stuff that's 'normal' for the chain. Plus the explanations he comes up with are funny.

:)

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Art and comic and adorable character by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :D

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[contrarianwitt]

random trc headcannons part 3:

anytime gansey is going on a history tangent, the only way blue can make him stop is by kissing him, because it always leaves him with a breathless with a goofy smile because they can do this now (yep! they can kiss. don’t care!! they can kiss. please.)

declan and blue don’t really interact until one night at a barns party they’re both really drunk and have a heart to heart about being the black sheep in their magical families and they literally never talk about it again but both are secretly fond of each other

adam can’t look blue in the eye for a couple months after everything goes down, because her scar is a constant reminder of the agency he lost and the harm he inflicted

blue is really confused when ronan tells her that him and adam are dating because she thought that they were a thing since like right after blue lily

gansey just does not know how to talk to any kids. he either talks to them like an adult or like a baby. he has tried to explain his glendower quest to a three year old before.

gansey is so upset when he finds out that he didn’t know about adam and blues birthday

one time adam and ronan happened to be on a late night drive the same time as blue and gansey and they turned off the headlights on the bmw went behind the pig and honked really loudly while bluesey was making out (because they can! they can kiss!)

blue gets patchwork tattoos for each of her boys and the fox way ladies (also a snow globe for some reason? it just came to her randomly) - ronan takes her to get them done

part 2

[simmonsized]

behold! A marine biologist!

[venusflitrapp]

L plus ratio

[soothedcerberus]

Lalala all inking done 😊 🎉

[nightydan]

IT’S THEIR BIRTHDAY

[fatuismooches]

Now I realized we're always comforting the segments since the time of their life is depressing, but we never comfort Prime himself. The one who experienced everything. Reading the Zeta fic honestly broke me, I just want to go up to Prime and hug him and pamper him and everything.

The segments are from one point in Dottore's life. One phase. They don't usually stray from the personality or actions they've had during that time. Perhaps that's why you found it easier to comfort them, as they never left that state, and you could read them better. But Prime, he is a culmination of all of them, he is them and yet he is not at the same time. He has a bit of all of them ingrained in him and yet he's not the same as them.

The more you get to know about the segments, the more you indirectly get to know about Prime as well. On the very rare occasions you get to see the segments being vulnerable, your heart aches not only for them but for Prime as well. At least the segments now have you for comfort and reassurance, but who did Dottore have back then? He had no one, only faced with the reality of your sleeping body daily. When the realization hits you, it just hurts you... really bad. Prime never shows any weakness - he's always cunning. Intimidating. Manipulative. Around you he was confident. Teasing. Bold. One could never guess how he felt all those years ago. You could have never guessed, and you know him better than anyone.

You don't even know how to bring up the topic, you imagine that even if you try he'll brush it off and change the subject. That was simply the man he was - he'd never admit to such things, at least not without a lot of nudging, (and you meant a lot.) Instead, you settle with making sure that he knows you're here now, and that you're always going to be with him. You randomly hug him throughout the day (even if he does get a bit annoyed at times.) Nuzzling your cheek on the top of his head, into the soft fluff of his hair, arms gently but firmly wrapped around him as he questions your sudden presence, shuffling through paperwork, but you remain silent as your grip tightens.

You don't even care if the position is uncomfortable, you just hold him and hope to transfer your feelings to Dottore somehow. You don't care how weak you are, if you can do something to make him less stressed you'll do it. Cooking his favorites to pampering him in the bath (the lazy way he lays on you while you wash his hair, it's almost as if he's going to crush you) to even organizing his office just the way he likes it without him knowing. You mumble sweet things into his ear while he gives you that look at the almost nauseating cheesiness, you kiss his scars and rub your hands over his calloused areas.

You don't care about anything. You just want to provide some comfort to him. It's the least you can do, after everything you've caused in the last few centuries.

[missviviii]

a/n: god i am being hit by both sleepiness and sickness LMFAOOO

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“My Home”

warning(s): none

summary: Life at home after marrying your beloved darling.

mizu x reader

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Marrying Mizu was the happiest day of your life, especially since she fought for your hand against some nobleman. You tend to stay at home for often than travel with her, but she always made sure she’d come back to you whatever the situation might be.

You’ve met her friends—Taigen, Akemi, and Ringo—and you’ve found them to be very..well interesting in their own ways. Personally, you didn’t like Taigen, perhaps because he always tried to fight Mizu right after she got stitches over some wound.

You were sewing beside the fireplace, waiting for Mizu to get back from the city because she had to go pick up something and your home was a bit far away from the city. This was how life was usually, you would tend to her wounds and cook food while she cleaned up the house and went on errand runs for you while also defending you whenever needed. It may not be as fancy as it was before, but you both were happy.

“I’m home, my love,” Mizu said as she opened the door, the bag of groceries and other things you told her to get in hand. You hummed and nodded, turning around and smiling at her while she puts away the things.

She sat down right behind you, legs encasing yours and trapping you with her arms around your waist while she laid her head on your shoulder. “I got something for you,” Mizu murmured as she took something out of her pocket. It was a beautiful gold hair pin with pink flower petals and a matching hair comb. You gasped, taking it from her hands and admiring it.

“Mizu! Wow, you know you don’t have to do that for me, I’m already happy with what I’ve got,” you said as your fingers trace the pink blossoms on the hair pin, admiring the pink and red gems embedded on it as well.

“You do know I’m going to ignore you every time you say that, right?” Mizu rolled her eyes as she nipped your neck, earning her a light smack on the thigh as she chuckled and playfully gave your thigh and a squeeze. “I’m serious, my love. I don’t care what you say, I’m buying you gifts I know you’d like.��

You rolled your eyes, scolding her for spending so much money on you when you told her she didn’t have to do that. You were fine with what you have, especially because Mizu was by your side. But Mizu insisted, and she eventually wore you down. “Ten seconds to go eat your dinner before I chase you around with a wooden stick,” you threatened as she attempted to tickle you.

“Alright, alright, m’lady!” Mizu chuckles as she stood up and walked over to the table and sat down with you by her side. Your cooking was always the best, especially after a long night of working and being outside. “Love you, darling”

“Love you too, Mizu.”

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a/n: ksjdnwksjsw I’m done

[letternotekisses]

I absolutely looove your writing!!! You've singlehandedly made me a simp for Doomfist 🤭

One thing tho is for some reason I see 'Akande' and 'Doomfist' and different people, but also the same? Like two sides of a coin lmao I have no idea why.

Like I've imagined it's big, intimidating Doomfist to everyone else, but the cute, bubbly secretary gets to call him Akande with an warm, innocent smile (but she know she has him wrapped around her finger and loves flaunting that power in front of the others)

I see the vision anon and I have to say I agree with you. There’s not many that get to see the vulnerable underbelly of the Doomfist, to say that his assistant sees that side of him (and more) is a humongous brag, one that she uses to her advantage on the odd occasion. Also, welcome to the Doomfist fan club, please take your seat and grab your commemorative hat and badge (pink with sparkles). I am the leader. On that note, let’s continue.

Most of Talon’s grunts already know about you, and they tend to steer far clear of interacting if they know what’s good for them, not only are the Talon ‘elites’ rather defensive of what they consider theirs, they also don’t really want to lose their jobs. Or die. That’s probably worse. And you take a little bit of joy in your day knowing that you mostly won’t be bothered, but alas, there’s always one.

You’re eating your lunch, nibbling on a sandwich while your other hand types up some dates for Akande, ever the busybody, you didn’t even notice the swaggering of a young man rapidly approaching your desk. But when he rudely flicks the bobble-head on your desk, it quickly perks your attention and has you hastily putting your sandwich back in its wrapper, swiping away some crumbs from your desk.

“Can I help you?” You clear your throat, polite and cordial like the sweet thing you were, and it wasn’t uncommon for the newer recruits to ask you the location of the nearest bathroom, or something along those lines, so you were usually happy to help.

“Yes, actually—” He starts off, ever confident, idly toying with one of the delicate china figurines Amelie had gifted you. That’s strike one.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner sometime?” He grins, as if you were already bagged and bought in his mind. It made your skin crawl. Strike two.

“No—“ You pause briefly to take a bite of your sandwich, muffling your speech behind your hand before smiling at him as if he were an angry retail customer. “—Thank you.”

You gesture for him to leave, his lip curls into a rejected snarl and you fight the sudden urge to grimace, poor guy was about to put his foot down - and hit a fucking land mine. Strike thr—

He doesn’t even get the next word out, because the soft click of Akande’s office door behind him cuts the tense silence. You seem absolutely elated to see your ‘boss’ while the colour drains from the recruits face almost instantaneously. Clean up on aisle one because you honestly think he just crapped himself. It’s hard not to smile at this very moment.

You give a small wave, a little ‘hi Akande’ slipping out before you can stop it - not that he really minds - giving you a gentlemanly smile, bowing his head to greet you before he straightens up to face the terrified grunt who’d now knocked all of your trinkets off of your desk in his fright to step back. He puts two and two together and realises that, maybe he should have left this one alone.

Akande sternly threats dismisses him and he practically sprints down the hall to get away, and you’re just as content to watch his figure get smaller and smaller as he disappears down the hallway.

“I assumed that you usually ate with Moira?” Akande muses quizzically, delicately setting one of the fallen trinkets upright again on your desk, a rugged smile on his lips that you want to keep all to yourself.

“She’s busy.” You pout dramatically, idly flicking your bobble head until Akande suddenly stills it himself, chuckling at you.

“You should have said so.” He rumbles, extending his giant bicep for you to take, ever the gentleman, but only ever for you. “Come, eat with me.”

(You should know by now that this often ended up with you being his lunch instead, but you can let this one go considering his good duties today.)

[sonknuxadow]

is this anything

[moldy-flowers]

Sometimes I wonder who Sasuke is. Who he would be if everything that made him himself wasn't erased or sanded down into a blade

[growing-magic]

I participated in the Bumbleby Big Bang this year, and, against all odds, I have the curse honour of sharing first! This is my piece to go alongside @set-wingedwarrior's wonderful fic, which you can read here.

This was a really fun event and I can't wait to see what everyone else creates. <3