#thanks for sending in rose!!

[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......

[yeahbumbleby]

this might just be my most important gifset to date

[nickorite]

What does Charles think about Ellie stealing signs lmao

He’s not the happiest camper, but Ellie has her own way of looking at things.

(Sequel to this post and this post )

[clockwork-ashes]

Out of the Shadows

Summary: Azriel wants to know what Eris is doing on the night of the Winter Solstice.

Note: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this azris one-shot!!!

Azriel kept his gaze on Eris, watched carefully as the other male leaned comfortably into the armchair by the open window. It was the longest night of the year, and where snow had just been falling gently to coat the streets of Velaris, the Autumn Court remained the same. 

Leaves the colour of expensive jewels danced in the light of the setting sun, the sky could barely be seen between the thick canopy of trees. The steady glow of the fireplace cast long shadows on the carpeted floors and stone walls of the study, perfect for Azriel to remain hidden. 

Eris untied the fabric around his neck with practiced fingers, revealing a triangle of pale skin. He folded the square neatly before placing it onto the smooth wooden surface of his desk. Azriel watched curiously as he rummaged through one of the drawers and carelessly tossed a carved case onto it. 

Eris ran a hand through his hair, tugging once on the strands at the nape of his neck. He must have been frustrated, Azriel realised, noticing for the first time how the other male’s lips were pressed together tightly. 

Eris opened the lid of the case with a loud click, pulling out a pipe made of birch. He licked his lips, placing it between them in a gesture that seemed surprisingly familiar. Azriel could only look on as the High Lord’s heir dropped a pinch of leaves into the chamber, tension leaving his broad shoulders with every action. 

The smallest flame came to life on Eris’s fingers, just enough so as to light the dry leaves. Holding onto the pipe lazily with a beringed hand, he sucked in gently, keeping the smoke in his mouth for a moment before he spoke. 

“Will you be staying in the shadows all night?” Eris offered into the small space, tilting his head back to rest on the chair as his eyes fluttered shut. 

Azriel paused, tracking the smooth column of the prince’s throat. He was surprised and he tried to hide deeper into the darkness, pressing himself more fully against the wall. 

Eris sighed, keeping the pipe in his mouth as he stood up and turned to grab two glasses from their place on a bar. He placed them onto his desk, stopping only to smoke briefly before he picked up a bottle of whiskey, pouring two fingers into each glass. Eris sat on his desk, long legs stretched out in front of him, booted feet crossed at the angle. 

Azriel was unable to tear away his gaze as Eris set down the pipe, taking a sip from his glass. “Care for a drink, shadowsinger?” 

Azriel could have groaned at how easily Eris had sensed his presence. He stepped out of the darkness, shaking his head, loose curls falling into his line of sight. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d be the type to want company.” 

Eris shrugged elegantly, his smile was sharp as the blade of any knife. “I suppose it depends on my mood.” He offered the glass to Azriel, who moved closer in order to take it with a gloved hand. 

Azriel tilted his head, glancing around the rest of the study. It was cozy in a way he had not been expecting. “You turned down an invitation to the Hewn City to spend your night like this?” 

“Kier annoys me,” Eris said simply, draining the rest of his glass and dragging the sleeve of his white shirt across his face. “What brings you here?” There was slight amusement in his tone, as though he had correctly guessed that Rhysand and Feyre were curious as to why he would have refused to join them for Starfall. 

Azriel ignored the question to ask one of his own, wings flaring. “No solstice celebrations tonight?” 

Eris snorted, tilting his chin in the window’s direction. “Does this look like the Winter Court?” 

Azriel did not know what to say, choosing instead to remain silent and drink from his glass. Eris raised a brow, expecting a response. “I thought all of Prythian did something for the solstice.” 

Eris clicked his tongue, looking at Azriel through his auburn lashes. “Some of us care very little for the longest night of the year and prefer the Autumn Equinox.” He took the pipe back into his hands, slowly placing it between his lips. In a gesture perhaps meant to rattle Azriel, he hollowed out his cheeks as he gently sucked the smoke into his mouth. 

Azriel felt a blush rise to his cheeks, and he was grateful for the lack of light in the room. His wings moved, the only outward sign of any attraction he might have felt for the male sitting in front of him. “Is this how you spend all your nights?” Azriel heard the raspiness in his own voice, a whisper of desire. 

Eris blew a circle of smoke at Azriel, the golden hoops going up the arch of his pointed ear flashing as he tilted his head like a wolf. “Tonight I think perhaps my plans have changed,” he leaned off of the desk, setting the pipe aside, only to walk closer to where Azriel was standing. 

They were about the same height, and Azriel saw as flames danced in the prince’s amber eyes. Eris breathed in deeply, a wicked smile on his full lips, and Azriel knew that the scent of his own arousal lingered in the small space. “What would you say, shadowsinger, have my plans changed?” 

Azriel wanted to grab the other male by the throat, wanted to leave a mark. He swallowed, heavy gaze never leaving Eris. “I think they have,” he said, voice low, suggestive. 

Before Azriel could reconsider the reckless decision he had made, Eris had already winnowed them both from the study. 

[daddy-long-legssss]

as it's been one year since london night three and the hug™️, i'll be revisiting these phenomenal milex fics to comfort my aching soul.

feels like coming home - @stereobone

ain't you my baby - @yellowloid

missed your bones on me - @glorious-blackout

going back to 505 - @alexturne

[notbecauseofvictories]

[ Chicago Illinois — 2024 ]

[the-sky-queen]

Tada!!! I updated Rose's design a bit!!! (She's one of my Sonamy fankids for those unaware.) The art in her old pic was like over a year old, so I figured since Elise got a small redesign recently, I might as well do Rose too! (I'll slowly do the rest of the Hedgehog Family and the Robotnik Family too, I promise.) I mostly only changed Rose's quills since I felt they most desperately needed an update. I kept her suit and boots the same since I love them so much. If it ain't broke, don't fix it! I want to design Rose a casual outfit at some point. We'll see if I actually get around to that.

For those unfamiliar with Rose, I'll go over her personality and such under the cut!

Rose Hedgehog is the middle child in Sonic and Amy's family. Her older siblings are the twins Joy and Lux, and her younger siblings are Elise and Chip.

Rose is 12 years old. She's very spunky, ambitious, and tends to get into trouble quite a bit by accident. Her dream goal is to become a hero by the time she turns 15. So she's only got 3 years to go! Better hurry up!

Rose can summon a weapon much like Amy can summon her Piko Piko Hammer. Rose's weapon is a staff! She can increase it's length, but not excessively. It maxes out at like a few feet.

Rose has a bit of a passion for design! She designed her suit and boots all by herself and then took the designs to Uncle Tails, who made them a reality for her. She has quite a few notebooks filled with sketches of clothes. Some people have suggested she become a designer when she grows up, but Rose has dismissed those ideas every time. This is just a hobby! She wants to become a hero like her parents!

[rose-wine-selfships]

🌹EMERGENCY ART COMMISSIONS 🌹

If you can’t commission me, please reblog this and spread the word! I greatly appreciate when people signal boost my posts and all that! And for all of you guys following me still, I appreciate you all being there for me. I sincerely hope we can continue this journey together if possible.

I give special thanks to @camdynlovesakuandrashou for sincerely helping me out with this template. I can’t thank him enough for helping me with this situation! 🩷✨

If you’re interested please DM me and I’ll accept payment through PayPal. I’ll gladly fill in each slot. 🌹✨

[iratusmus]

having entirely too much fun with old outfit requests

[rwby-confess]

Confession #4

[ellssbellss]

what would you guys think of a kyoya ootori x cowboy/ranch hand fem!reader AU?

I’ve had serious brain rot where kyoya has to go to Texas for some reason and stay with a family who lives there. That family has acres and a very intriguing ranch hand

[bumblekastclips]

BODY SWAP: Shadow & Amy

KYLE CROUSE: We're back, and we have a question from NateRay! "Shadow and Amy Rose bodyswap, what would happen? Please, I want chaos — not the character. I'm feeling evil."

IAN FLYNN: Uh... I think Amy would struggle with the air shoes at first, because how do you turn them on and off? KYLE: You don't! IAN: Do you flex your feet a certain way? Do you walk a certain way? She keeps falling over and blasting off into walls — this is stupid! Help! KYLE: She keeps moon walking. [laughs] IAN: [chuckles] And otherwise, y'know, she's going to be very respectful of Shadow's body autonomy, and just not touch anything. She's going to sit here and wait for things to calm down and go back to normal. And... she would go ask for help, but she can't figure out how these stupid shoes work! KYLE: [giggles] IAN: Until she finds a Chaos Emerald, and then she does Chaos Control first try and freezes time, so she can like, just hobble and crawl wherever she needs to go, but she isn't wasting her entire day. KYLE: [chuckling] Who's the first one to take off their, uh, Inhibitor Rings? IAN: [laughs] That would be Shadow-as-Amy, because he can't lift the hammer, and he doesn't understand why. KYLE: [laughing] Good. IAN: He isn't even really sure how it got there, but, y'know, it's here, so he might as well use it. But he can't! Move! It! She flings it around like a baton! How is this possible?! He doesn't understand! KYLE: [chuckles] He is not worthy! IAN: Then he drops the inhibitor bracelets, and he still can't move the hammer— KYLE: Nope! IAN: —but just by attempting it, he shifts the entire continental plate! KYLE: [laughing for nearly 8 seconds] I'm here for it! IAN: He looks out his window, and all of a sudden, he's on a beachfront property. When did that happen?! And now Shadow's crawling on the floor, asking for help with his shoes! What is goin' on with today?! KYLE: [cackling laughter] Everything is- everything is screwed up! Everything is messed up. [chuckling] Oh, boy... this would be adorable. [sigh] I'm glad the Piko Piko Hammer is Mjöllnir. IAN: [chuckles] KYLE: Amy deserves it. She truly is worthy.

--- TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It's just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don't like an answer, you don't have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It's all just for fun! ----- This question was asked and requested by @transgendershadowthehedgehog! Do you want a specific question transcribed and posted? Send the question and the episode date to my ask box! Or if you just want questions about a certain character, send me their name and I will see what I can do!

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

🌹🔥

🌹-The first time he kissed her knuckle, Ruby had short-circuited.

Knuckles were for bashing Grimm in the face, they were never supposed to touch people’s lips. At least, not the lips of someone as nice as Oscar.

They’d been out in the city, enjoying a lull in the action and the coolness of Vacuo’s night in comparison to its days and she’d commented that they had the same gloves.

Oscar told her they didn’t but Ruby insisted that yes, they had the same gloves and held them up so he could get a better look. Oscar had taken Ruby’s hand and inspected it. Then, without warning, he touched his lips to her middle knuckle.

🔥-“This spot taken?”

Jaune wondered if the bartender had spiked the Shirley Temple he’d ordered when he saw the person who had asked the question. She was broad shouldered with an eye-catching figure, accentuated by the cocktail dress that segued from yellow to deep orange and the simple gold jewelry that matched it.

Her most striking feature, however, was the mass of golden hair that seemed to be trying to escape the single hair tie that held it in a ponytail.

Jaune focused on her face and tried to find his voice again.

“No,” he said.

Ms. Gorgeous smiled, and sat down on the stool beside him before waving over the bartender.

Put 🌹,❄️, 🐈‍⬛, or 🔥 in my inbox and I’ll put a drabbles or line for a pairing with the corresponding Team RWBY girl

[bridgeportbritt]

Countess Olivia Sagerton Marries HRH Grand Duchess of Umbrage's Son, Grayson Wu-Ravikumar in Beautiful Ceremony at Creeksbrey Palace

Here comes the bride! Photos were shared on Countess Olivia Sagerton's Simstagram account this morning of her wedding to Grand Duchess Bria of Umbrage's oldest son, Grayson Wu-Ravikumar. The private couple have had a quite discreet relationship which is speculated to have begun or rekindled in Selvadorada while both lived there.

Olivia studied Culinary Arts at the Selvadorada Institute while Grayson worked as an ambassador for SimDonia. The two seemed to return to SimDonia together and reside with Grayson's parents at Creeksbrey Palace. But not much can be confirmed. After some time, an engagement announcement was posted to the Countess' public Simstagram profile. Grayson has a private account. Many speculations on when and where the wedding would take place began with no confirmed details released.

As per usual, the Countess kept her post short and sweet with the caption, "Mr and Mrs. Thank you to everyone who made this day so beautiful!" and a ring and heart emoji. The photos are taken in front of a wedding arch in the Creeksbrey Palace ballroom. The first photo in the series shows the happy couple embracing. The color scheme seems to be pink, blue and white. Grayson wears a grey suit while Olivia stuns in a lace white gown with a flowing veil.

In the second photo, Olivia shares a photo of her parents, the former Lord Donovan of Parkshore and his wife, Grand Countess Esther along with Grayson's parents, TRH Grand Duke and Duchess of Umbrage. Grayson's biological dad was not pictured and likely did not attend as he is currently being held at Strangerville Correctional Facility on a number or charges.

In the third photo, the Countess reveals the couples bridal party. Included were HRH Duchess Ella of Umbrage, HRH Duchess Rose of Umbrage, Countess Hana Del Rossi, Marissa Yanez (best friend of the bride), Gianni Wu-Ravikumar, Lawrence Ulrich (friend of the groom), Kyle Adler (cousin of the groom), and Guy and Garret Ravikumar (half-brothers of the groom.

The last photo shared was a family photo of the Wu-Winston-Ravikumar clan! TRH Grand Duke and Duchess of Umbrage are featured with the happy couple, their children, and Jennifer Brown who is the new girlfriend of Gianni Wu-Ravikumar. Grand Duchess Bria stuns in a signature pink gown likely styled by herself.

The setting of the photo is slightly different from the last which makes us think the reception was also held at Creeksbrey Palace which is what we're witnessing here. What we do know is the royals likely funded this wedding on their own with private funds due to the couple not being working members of the family.

We hope more details on who attended, photos of the family, and when this wedding took place will be released. Until then, congrats to the families and happy couple!

[sergle]

DYING 

[aubins]

a kiss on the corner of the mouth,  hoping for more but expecting nothing — because how can she? how can bernadetta ever assume? she is scared, always so scared, and not of yuri—no, never of yuri—but of trespassing where she may not be welcome because she would sooner bury herself than do that to them. a repulsive thing like her has no business yearning. (they have already suffered too much.)

so after what feels like ages in some nerve-wracking limbo, of fidgeting with her armored bear stuffy, bernadetta finally ducks her head to peck its fluffy snout. she does her best not to choke and sputter as she flips the plush around and nudges it against yuri's face. ashen eyes squeeze tight, awaiting their verdict. another heart-stopping laugh at best, a noise of irritation or disgust at worst? she can survive either way, she thinks, all because it's yuri.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth, hoping for more but expecting nothing　╱　another kiss prompt

Their laughter is birdsong, head twisting to press a proper kiss back to Sir Bear Stuffy's snout. How sweet of her; how silly of her. If she wants one for herself— if she wants anything, really, that they can provide, and even if she wants what that they cannot— Bernadetta need only ask. Yuri would do anything for her if she asked.

“Bernadetta~” they hum her name with a small, secret smile, a hand coming to rest on the plush's head to gently push it down. Yuri has to tease— it is as expected as the rising and setting of the sun or the pushing and pulling of the waves— affection woven into the lilting syllables of their amusement.

The mockingbird presses the back of a hand dramatically to their forehead, shaking their head. “Look at me, Bernadetta,” they moan in exaggerated despair. “So lonely that I have to turn to a stuffed animal for company!” Even then, they cannot hide the curl at the corner of their lips. “If only someone could help with that, hm?”

Slowly— always slowly, always with enough time to let her get away, if she wanted to— Yuri leans forward. Reaches a hand up tentatively to cup her face, head tilting in silent query. How could she not know by now? She would never be unwelcome, not when it was she who accepted them back into her life with such open arms when they had been prepared to face the gallows.

For all the grace she has extended to them, they only wish she would offer even a fraction of it to herself.

“You can ask,” they murmur, holding her gaze. And maybe there is a part of them that needs her to ask, a part of them buried under all the confidence they'd built up as walls that needs to hear her say it, just to know for sure. “Anything— ask me for anything. The answer will always be yes.”

Anything for her. Only ever for her.