#thank you for sending!! ;u;

[glaivenoct]

I know you've been wanting to write this. Nyxnoct. One character is enraged, and the other is trying to calm them down

... actually I may not have worded it correctly, I forgot the prompt Im sorry 🙏

I think you're referring to the first answer in this ask I answered a while back? (NOTE: for some reason I used the word violet answering that ask when I meant the magenta color in Noct's eyes?? My brain wasn't working that day apparently ^^;) Consider this a snippet of something I 1000% intend to come back to and flesh out more because - A;DKJSLFGDKF.

***(Some violence ahead) ***(This is the longest one I've written from the requests so far, it was hard to keep it as short as the others. I wrote it kinda fast too)

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He can't recount a moment in his life where his veins burned inside him like this. Nor a moment where the world spun around him so fast it felt as though he could barely keep his head on straight. There's a swirling pit in his stomach; an incessant ringing in his ears that makes him want to reach up and cover them.

He can't with his wrists strapped down to this cold, uncomfortable metal chair. Not with the man in the white lab coat approaching to grab him by the chin and tilt his head back to examine him.

The man is but a mere magenta blur to Noctis as he fights the rush of dizziness and squirms in his seat. Something sharp and painful is going to come. He knows it and his heart thuds in his chest as he attempts to wrench himself from the man's hold.

"The eyes are still pink. Neck's flaring up like he's overexerting. Drain his magic."

Noctis knows what comes after that. It's typically a prick in his neck followed by a shock that renders him and his magic useless, only to be injected by something else that increases his senses and awareness ten fold.

It's an odd feeling; someone attempting to tear the magic of your ancestors from your body and channel it for their own gain. Noctis didn't try to understand the researchers' logic or hypotheses on how to do such a thing. All he could do was writhe and scream as they poked and prodded at the magic that's become as natural to him as breathing.

For the last few days it's as if they've done nothing but toy with a magical fight or flight response; forcing him into a sickening state of stasis only to overwhelm him until the magic resurfaced for Noctis' own sake. Every time Noctis is at the height of his panic and pain threshold, the magic takes over completely.

This time it takes no prisoners.

It starts with the light fixture above suddenly flickering, causing the person that approaches Noctis with a new needle to pause and look up. The tingle of lightning spurs at the tips of Noct's fingers, and in the next second the light fixture above them shatters.

"What the - "

Noct's fists clench atop the chairs armrests, a magical fire igniting him as his skull and heart pounds relentlessly. He raises his arms up, wrists tearing through the leather that binds them like they're merely cheap fabric. The second light fixture in the room shatters, the only light in the room being the flickering of the various computer screens that monitored Noct's vitals. He's not even hooked up to them, but they still beep with furious caution and warning as they smoke and short circuit.

The man on his left is far too distracted by the sudden chaos to avoid Noctis grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, glaring at him with magenta disgust before shooting up from his seat and tossing him against the one way glass window nearby. The glass cracks upon impact and the man falls unconscious to the floor.

"Guards!" The other man calls, and Noctis whips around faster than the man can blink, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him high from the floor. The flames emanating from his palm turn as pink as his eyes, stealing the breath and even the screams from the man as his throat suddenly grows gray and ashen. He thrusts the man against the other wall just as the door behind him swings open.

One glance over his shoulder and Noctis phases aside in a phantom of blue, leaving the man to slide and crumple to the floor. Noctis phases again, this time in front of the pair of MTs rushing inside to put him down. He skewers them both with a blue phantom spear, crystal like shards sparking off both him and the weapon as it sizzles with lightning. When they're both thrust back into the hall, the spear returns to Noctis' side and disappears.

"I knew it," a hoarse voice comes from behind him, and Noctis' head snaps to follow the voice. He turns to see the man slumped on the floor, wheezing and gripping his own neck where Noctis left singe marks. "I knew with enough time we could see the Caelum magic at it's most primal. I'll bet there's things... even the Founder King never knew he was capable of. All those years of honing put to waste by tradition." He chuckles, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit. "Never thinking beyond the scope of what you think you know. With enough research... enough conditioning... you'd make a fine weapon. Wouldn't you, little prince?"

Noctis gnashes his teeth and snarls at the man with a low, guttural noise. Little prince. He knows that name, but never uttered in such a threatening manner. The magic inside him flares, the magenta color in his eyes intensifying their glow as he phases in front of the man. Noctis gets down on his knees and grabs him by the neck again, dragging him up on his feet and against the wall.

Danger. Danger. Danger. It's all he can hear in his head as he tilts his head at the suffocating man. He can feel that quickening pulse underneath his palm as he squeezes, the tingle of electricity charging up at his finger tips. He won't be safe until he gets rid of everyone here.

"Noct!"

Noctis startles at the cry, suppressing his own magical instincts before they unleash upon the man before him. That voice. He knows that voice.

"Shit..."

"What the... hell?"

He knows those voices too. Noctis maintains his sturdy grip on the man's throat as he slowly looks over his shoulder. There's a group of five filtering in. Two of them are hooded. The other three... they look painfully familiar. Noctis frowns and exhales shakily, far too overloaded to concentrate on anything properly.

"Might need to see this one for yourself, Marshal..." The bigger one with the tattooed arms says as he touches something on his ear.

"Noct, put the researcher down." One of the hooded ones says, slowly walking ahead of the rest. "We need him alive."

That doesn't make any sense. If the man he keeps pinned to this wall stays alive, then Noctis isn't safe. Noctis bears his teeth and almost hisses at the hooded man, making him pause in his steps and hold out his hands.

"You don't recognize my voice, Noct?" He says and slowly reaches with one hand to pull back his hood. He does recognize it, and it makes him exhale shakily. "It's me. Nyx."

That face. The blue eyes with the tattoo under one of them. The tattoo on his cheek. The stubble along his strong jaw. The hair and the braids.

"Nyx..." He says curiously, a fuzzy memory of Nyx placing that same coat over Noct's own shoulders.

"Your other friends, too," Nyx says as he starts to approach him again. "You know. Gladio, Ignis and Prompto. You remember Pelna too, don't you?"

"Let the guy go, Noct," Gladio chimes in calmly. "We've got you covered from here."

"You'll be home in no time," Ignis adds, followed by Prompto's:

"You're safe with us, buddy."

Guys. Noctis lets out a heavy breath, head hanging as he releases his hold on the man. He falls to the floor in a fit of coughs, Gladio and Pelna immediately moving to secure him. It doesn't startle or set Noctis off, if only because of Nyx stopping right in front of him. His gloves hands are still held where Noct can see them.

The moment they come up to cup his face, the magical fire of preservation starts to diffuse in him.

"Eyes on me," Nyx says softly. "Breathe with me. Can you do that? Big breath in and out."

Noctis follows Nyx's lead, the pounding in his skull and chest starting to fade by the third time they do it.

"There you go," Nyx smiles at him and nods. "You're okay. You're safe. You recognize me now, right?"

"Nyx." Noctis whispers as the magenta at the corners of his vision bleeds away, and Nyx taking his hands is crystal clear.

How... how did he forget for even a second?

There's little time to ponder as the world around Noctis starts to spin again. His head and body ache. Before he can think to say anything else, he screws his eyes shut and grunts, nearly faltering to his knees. Nyx catches him before he can crash down unkindly, and bears all the weight as Noctis leans into him.

"Easy. Easy. You're going to be okay."

"You found me." Noctis says, burying his face into the crook of Nyx's neck.

"Didn't mean to keep you waiting. Doubt it was worth it this time." Nyx sighs and wraps his arms around Noct to hold him tightly. "I've got you now, little king. I've got you."

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[jesncin]

Two FAce Attorney for DC Gotcha for Gaza! (prompts closed!) Okay the prompt was just to draw Two Face but I've had this joke in my mind for so long that I had to draw it heheh

[sparklingchim]

excuse me, ms. Darly but could we get a short lwh!fam like this https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5a8Ngzt3Xg/?igsh=MTYydm1xamt0eXo2Mg==

pairing: dilf!jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook has a habit of snoring, and nabi had enough of it.

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Nabi is a very clingy baby.

Very cuddly, too.

So most nights, she somehow finds her way into your and Jungkook’s bedroom.

It's almost like she has a sixth sense for when you're about to settle into bed, starting to cry and whine to get your attention.

And almost always, Jungkook comes back with Nabi cradled in his arms, her fake tears still glistening in her eyes as he carries her into bed.

You remind him that it's not good to let her get used to this habit, and he always defends it by saying he can't resist letting her sleep with you both. "Her big tired eyes melt me into letting her sleep with us."

Jungkook finally gets to experience firsthand what it means to turn putty at the sight of round, sparkly doe eyes.

And just as Nabi has a habit of wanting to sleep between her parents, Jungkook has a habit of snoring. Every night. Though he claims he doesn't snore as loudly when you complain and you always give him an incredulous look, snarling back, "how would you know?"

All three of you are cuddled up in bed, Jungkook’s snores richocheting off the walls as you're deep in sleep—except for Nabi.

She's squirming in bed, the covers getting pulled and tugged with the movements of her little body, which causes you wake up. Your eyes flutter open.

You just catch the moment when Nabi raises her tiny hand and smacks it against Jungkook’s cheek just enough to create a soft echo of the slap.

Jungkook's snoring comes to an abrupt halt.

He grumbles, shifting to adjust his position and escape whatever just hurt him, all while keeping his eyes closed.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him groggily scratch his cheek. Nabi's big, curious eyes drift to your smiling face, and she wriggles her way back to you.

"Good job, Nabi," you whisper, pulling her close. She snuggles into your side, her little fingers curling around your chest as she nestles in.

"Did she just hit me?" Jungkook mumbles, still half-asleep, his voice thick with confusion.

You laugh softly, brushing a hand through Nabi's silky hair.

"Your snores annoyed her," you say, giggling. "See, you are very loud."

"Nabi's ruthless," he huffs.

Jungkook cracks one eye open, glancing at the two of you cuddled up together.

"Traitor," he mumbles, pouting in mock betrayal. But he quickly switches back, leaning in to drop a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sorry, baby. Dad didn't mean to be so loud. I'll let you sleep now, yeah?"

Nabi lets out a little yawn, her tiny mouth stretching wide as she snuggles deeper into your side. The sight of her small, sleepy face and the way her eyelashes flutter as she fights to keep her eyes open melts both you and Jungkook.

Jungkook shifts to make more room, his arms wrapping around you and Nabi in a protective, cosy embrace.

You rest your head against Jungkook’s shoulder, the three of you nestled together in a perfect cuddle pile. As Jungkook’s breathing gradually synchronizes with Nabi’s, he kisses your forehead, his touch tender and loving.

"Love you, and I'm sorry."

"Love you, and it's okay," you whisper back.

[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

having scary dog privileges when going out in public with Bakugo

Except people only avoid him because they’re afraid of getting rabies 😭😭

he’s just so chaotic he has to be infected

LMFAOOO UR IN MY BRAIN BC I THINK THIS !!!!

(him n my oc r like this cough coiugh cough)

i mean,, look at him..💀 sure, he's scary and big n buff n whatnot but also he looks like a damn dog with rabies the way he walks around shoulders slouched n saggy n with that impossible frown on his face. (plus his little waddle) and if you catch him on a good day he's even scaries cus hes walking upright like he does when he has those big ass gauntlets on his arms and hes just smuch more imposing and scary😭😭😭 (🤤)

and the way he practically snarls foaming at the mouth at the thought of anyone daring to approach you with any typa romantic intent,,very scary stuff indeed. goosebump inducing.

like he's scary in the way hes intimidating and also he looks like a freak😭 plus he's just soo loud when he feels threatened. like if he thinks someone (god bless their soul for even having the balls big enough to walk up trynna flirt) is trynna start something with you hes all GLARESS. the pressure in the room goes hard and when the person doesnt get the hint he will very much start talking for you. he'll lean over your shoulder where he was walking next you and full on get in ppls faces😭😭

"HAAAH???!!! you can't hear or somethin' ?! we're fuckin' busy !"

he'll be so pissed off about the interaction he'll keep mumbling about some "tch,,damn extra..trynna start shit with me.." he'll keep doin this till you kiss his boo boo's better

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[lyr-caelum]

Happy birthday to sirius 💫

In my mind they are always like this. 🫠

[somepinkthing]

Something something tim drake who has never been put first by anyone he's ever loved in his life being told he is not only kon's first but also his only robin..... for the only thing that kon cared abt to be the fact that tim felt wanted and treasured and important to someone....., that he didn't give a damn about how other ppl might feel about what he just said....... esp knowing that he literally had his home and title and dad ripped from him in the last year......

[prinsomnia]

✷ purest thoughts ✷

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[rodolfoparras]

SO I JUST GOT OUT OF THE FNAF MOVIE

mike is Most definitely a man who whimpers

he buries his head into the pillow, soft sobbing because he hasn't felt this good in so long while you softly stroke his cock and/or finger him while whispering praises into his ear

-🌷

Ok but hear me out…

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up with his mouth and will only ever shut up once you shove your cock down his throat, forcing him to keep you inside his mouth for as long as possible, til his jaw aches, throat burns and there’s a puddle of drool on the floor. Another way to shut him up is to grip his throat while he rides your cock, you’ll watch the stubbornness bled away from his eyes and get replaced with desperation as he furiously taps at your thigh.

Brat!mike who likes it rough, whether it be having little to no prep, blowjobs that will have tears spilling down his cheeks and face turning visibly red or til it feels like he’s being speared onto your dick, will even let you put mascara and lipstick on him just so that he can visibly see how you’ve ruined him

Brat!Mike who’ll prevent any noises from escaping his lips as you’re fucking him. Even with ropes of cum painted all over his stomach and hole all puffy and red he still won’t tell you how good you’re making him feel. You can even have him tied up while holding a vibrator against his dick and he’ll still manage to stay silent as a mouse, which only manages to drive you crazy

Brat! Mike who’ll purposely stop while in the middle of giving you a blow job or while riding you just to tease, only for you to yank at his hair or hips and shove him back down onto your dick

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up just so that you can have heated make up sex, will even go as far as to moan the name of someone else while you got your fingers or cock buried inside him, wont stop with his little act til you’ve fucked him so dumb he can no longer speak or think

Brat!mike who’s alright with being denied orgasms but loses his mind at being denied a kiss, you’ll have him whining and whimpering within seconds to put your lips on his.

[xinganhao]

🎓 WELCOME TO SVT UNIVERSITY!

under the cut are THIRTEEN (13) ELEVEN (11) upcoming smaus & text imagines, as part of my milestone event. these will be published in no particular order until end of december. thank you for requesting and i look forward to this little series! ´◡`

✏️ PENCILS UP!

🕮 MEMBERS + COURSE (4)

♯ VERNON. freshman. bachelor of science in biology. ♡⸝⸝ requested by anon.

♯ MINGYU. sophomore. bachelor of arts in film and television. (extra: x) ♡⸝⸝ requested by taeraegyat. ✶ BONUS. college ex!mingyu. you start a job at the local cinema and mingyu goes there with his date. (gyubakeries)

♯ JUNHUI. junior. bachelor of arts in sociology. ♡⸝⸝ requested by ore-pheus.

♯ JEONGHAN. senior. bachelor of science in data science and analytics. ♡⸝⸝ requested by choco-scoups. ✶ BONUS. college ex!jeonghan. whenever they try to avoid each other, they go to the same hiding spot until, one day, they're both there at the same time. (anon)

🕮 MEMBERS + PROMPT (3)

♯ CHAN. helping a scared freshman... despite also being a scared freshman. ♡⸝⸝ requested by wollycobbl3-blr.

♯ JOSHUA. we sit next to each other every day, i lend you pencils, you share snacks with me, people are assuming we’re a couple, let’s go with that. ♡⸝⸝ requested by anon.

♯ WONWOO. we're doing a joint charity event... and i have no choice to work with you even though i hate you. ♡⸝⸝ requested by anon.

🕮 SUBUNIT + ORGANIZATION/SPORT (2)

♯ i heard the HIP-HOP UNIT asked you to be the manager of the soccer team! ♡⸝⸝ requested by anon. 🛈 extra panels, headcanons.

♯ i heard the HIP-HOP UNIT asked you to join the dead poets society! ♡⸝⸝ requested by taeraegyat. 🛈 special chapter.

🕮 OT13 + MUSIC ALBUM (2)

author's note (11/24): try as i might, i truly could not figure out how to execute these effectively (despite setting up the prompt myself). ☹️ should the two anons who sent this request ever see this, please don't hesitate to reach out with any other req or prompt! i owe you both big time for not being to accomplish this as i/you might've wanted. apologies for disappointing!

♯ SEVENTEEN queued THINK LATER by TATE MCRAE at the function.♡⸝⸝ requested by anon.

♯ SEVENTEEN queued ROOM ON FIRE by THE STROKES at the function.♡⸝⸝ requested by anon.

🕮 BONUSES!

♯ i heard BSS asked you to sign up for the soil testing team! ♡⸝⸝ requested by shinwonderful.

♯ SEOKMIN. sophomore. gender and women's studies 101. ♡⸝⸝ requested by shinwonderful.

💻 NEED A STUDY BUDDY?

all accomplished smaus/text imagines will be linked back to this masterlist. they will also be under the ff. tag: ── ᵎᵎ ✦ milestone event: svt uni

[reegis]

hi since you have out on the brain and i wont be inflicting it on you here's a headcanon of mine:

after nastya leaves, aurora stops talking entirely

[aliferous-ly]

special shout-out to everyone making gifs for the hermit charity event you are my absolute favorite people and the lifeblood of hermitblr <3

[stevebabey]

uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)

finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.

(feel free to ignore!)

trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too

Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.

One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.

It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.

The thought makes you fluster a bit.

He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.

Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.

Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.

Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.

You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?”

He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.

“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”

Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.

“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.

He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.

“Steve.”

“What?”

“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?

Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.

“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.

You eye him over your cup, skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”

He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.

“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”

You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.

It’s your turn to ask. “What?”

Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.

“It’s your favourite.”

“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”

Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.

“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”

Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.

You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.

Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.

You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.