#that may never see the light of day

[madebypointlesswords]

The knights at 3am feat. Leon the Long Suffering

Leon: please stop Gwaine, twerking on his bed: Come good sir Leon! Shaketh thou bossom! Elyan, dancing in his boxers: Alexandria play "thy wenches are not loyal" Lancelot, pointing to Gwaine's legs: Thou witch shall not revealeth thine ankles! Conceal thine ankles, wench! Gwaine, curstying: I belongeth to the cobblestone pathways good sir! Leon, under his blanket: We literally have patrol tomorrow Percival, jumping on his bed: but sir, it is hot wench summer! Elyan, shaking his hips: Mine hips do not bear false witness! Leon, crying: can we go to sleep? Please?

[rsxavior]

“There are easier ways to get me to kill someone you know.” Astarion pulled the door open breaking the lock with strength alone. “Could have broken yourself out at any time.”

Tav hummed with a long, slow blink of his eyes. Leaned in close to lick at the blood on his master’s lips. “But it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.”

Astarion grabbed his backside hoisting his consort up. Legs wrapped around his waist. “Oooh how can I adore you more, my pet?”

[babeyloser]

The way I’m getting turned on just by writing this outline 😅

[dei2dei]

feeling VERY called out

[katzenklavierr]

Umineko said

If you saw someone at their absolute worst, knew of their deepest regrets and darkest thoughts and most harmful impulses, are they still deserving of love and happiness? Could you forgive them? These are not the same question

Every person you know has multiple sides of themself, including faces you will never see, and this does not make any of these selves inauthentic

Identity is a struggle between the person you know yourself to be and the person others see you as; the line between these is not always clear

Names are tools of power

There is no wealth gained without bloodshed

There are some things in this world more important than knowing the absolute truth, and furthermore all truth is subjective and your interpretation of it is subject to change

Fiction is a conversation between the author and the audience, and it is mutual trust between these parties that allows stories to flourish

And more still. Man.

[lilybug-02]

Wow. That could not have turned out worse.

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This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/

[illyrianbitch]

im late to things (as usual) but thank u my love liz for the tag <3 also eeek!! baby soph is 6 months!!! and we all love love her!! my heart

Here are 5 of my favorite (posted) writings :

1. Death and His Reaper✰. — Azriel x Reaper! Reader

After suffering a devastating injury in battle, Azriel finds himself on the brink of life and death where he meets you, The Mother's reaper.

I've said this before but this will always be my favorite fic because it holds such a special place in my heart. ive always loved the plot (i’d never rly seen it before and i feel proud of that) and how much reader & az truly represent the idea of star crossed lovers. they break my heart on a daily basis tbh. this was actually the first i ever wrote! (although i didnt publish it until later).

2. When the Heart is Still Longing ✰. — Azriel x Reader

Azriel thought you were the one. Now, he can’t move on

I think about this fic sometimes when I'm feeling more poetic bc its such a different style from my usual writings on here, but it represents my own personal writing much more accurately I think (if that makes sense). anyways i just think this piece might be one of the most beautiful things ive written and i know it made people cry/very emotional and i take that as a sign that my writing was reaching where i wanted it to reach <3

3. Worth It✰. — Bat Boys x Reader (Platonic)

It can be hard to remember why you’ve put up with your best friends for centuries-- until they remind you why they're worth it.

I just love a cutsey reader x bat boys fic. I think writing little silly fics like this helps me to develop my own characterizations of them and it makes writing in general so fun.

4. And I'm Thinking About Your Lips: 1 and 2

You and Cassian have been best friends since you were teenagers-- just friends. But one night at Rita's changes everything and now you cant breathe when you're around him and he can't stop imagining how you'd taste.

i knooow this is technically 2, but its 1 lil story so ill put them together. these dummies in love were my favorite (and first!) happy ending fic couple. friends to lovers is a trope i love so so so dearly.

5. A Hobby for Two ✰. — Cassian x Reader

Cassian surprises you with a small gift. You spend the night teaching him how to properly enjoy it.

this is a random lil one but it was cassian's part of my mirthroot series and she didnt get the love she deserved imo hehe. its based off of one of my first ever experiences properly getting high w my ex partner and it was such a sweet sweet moment. <3

as for tags, most of my usual cuties got tagged in the original post so whoever wants to do this, feel free!! consider this me tagging you <3

✨️happy June 14th✨️

So first, today is Sophia's 6 month birthday 🥺🥺

Second, we are halfway through 2024. Isn't that insane?! I decided to start a tag game for us to celebrate everything we've accomplished so far this year.

I thought it would be fun for us to post our top 5 favorite things we've wrote/drawn, and have posted since I know some of us have gems hidden, to bring love to things that maybe haven't gotten the attention we wanted or that thrived💕

Fanart, moodboards, dividers. Headcanons, drabbles, one shots, or a chapter update to your epic on going fic, I don't care, I want to read and see them and give you love!

So, without further ado, here are mine in no real order:

Drumming Song - Summary - 49 long years without your mate finally comes to an end after Amarantha grants him one night of freedom - smut - Rhysand x reader

The Breakfast Club - Summary - After missing breakfast unexpectedly, a hidden relationship is revealed to Azriel's family, who can't tell if they're more surprised by you or his cat. - Fluff - Azriel x reader

Love Language - Summary - Lucien never wanted you to question his love, so he makes sure you never have to by leaving small reminders every time he leaves. - Fluff - Lucien x reader

Mine - Summary - Cassian always gets a little riled up when he gets to fight for your honor. - Smut - Cassian x reader

Limbo - Summary - You would never be able to move on from your untimely death. Not while the two males you loved kept you trapped here. - Angst - Tamlin x Rhysand's Sister Reader

No obligation tags to: @claireswritingcorner @honeybeefae @thehighladywrites @labyrinth-of-stories-and-stars @danikamariewrites @sarawritestories @milswrites @itsswritten @illyrianbitch @acourtofladydeath @nocasdatsgay @littlestw01f @loneliestluvr @lady-of-tearshed @hopeinvelaris @daycourtofficial @writingcroissant @acotarxreader @pit-and-the-pen @historiaxvanserra @utterlyazriel @dawneternal @stormhearty @tsumani-of-tears @secret-third-thing @teddyhoneybear @zenkindoflove @ninthcircleofprythian @achaotichuman @hieragalbatorixdottir @artists-ally @invisibleanonymousmonsters @lucienarcheron @tadpolesonalgae @serpentandlily @azrielsdove

really anyone who'd like to do it 💕

[strategypillar]

Some procreate randoms

[surreal-duck]

yeah lets just say it was some squirrel or something

[comatosebunny09]

He dreams about you again.

Of course, it’s rare that he doesn’t.

He wakes up to a sea of endless blue, speckled with cotton-white clouds and something hard and textured at his back.

He’s a little groggy when he fully comes to, groaning against the grit of sand in his throat. Sits up carefully, mindful of the dull ache in his temple.

The earth beneath him rocks something steady, soothing. It takes him no time to realize that he’s on a boat, and his vision blurs and bends to make out discernible shapes and colors.

He isn’t surprised to see your back to him, silhouetted by a sky so endless. And you’re a pretty cutout, clad in flowing ivory with bared shoulders and your hair fashioned into something effortless.

The faux angel wings and halo are a nice touch, he notes with an inkling of a smile, pushing some hair out of his face and blinking away the last vestiges of sleep.

“Took ya long enough,” you say against the steady slosh of the sea below and the croak of the wooden boat.

There’s an oar in your hands. He realizes you’re rowing him to nowhere when your outline blurs, and he ingests the space beyond the dip of your shoulder.

The line between sea and sky smudges like pastel sticks. The water beneath is mirror-clear. Devoid of sea life, but it’s peaceful when he reaches over to dip a hand in, and it’s deceptively warm. He studies the ripples his fingers make a moment longer before you speak again.

“Thought you’d never wake up.”

There’s a taste of amusement lancing through your tone. Of course, you’re always like this. Playfully chiding and always so warm-toned, and he doesn’t think he’s ever heard anything so mellifluous. Makes his heart all pitter-patter-y and his cheeks all hot.

“How long have I been out?”

He’s surprised by the grittiness of his voice. Clears his throat, playing it cool as he shakes the water from his hand. Leans back in an easy slouch against the boat’s stern, watching you easily cut through the waters.

You shrug. “Who knows? Time moves different here, ya know?”

Leon finds himself shrugging behind you, fiddling with the buttons of his linen shirt. Linen pants to match, feet bare and sun-kissed.

There’s a stretch of silence between you. Not awkward, but comforting like the summer breeze kissing his skin and the peaceful rhythm of the boat meandering along the water’s surface.

“Where we off to?” asks Leon, sitting up with fingers laced and his elbows propped on his knees.

He’s genuinely curious today, though he’s not worried. It no longer alarms him when he drifts into uncharted dream worlds. Mostly because he knows you’ll never lead him astray.

“You tell me.”

He scoffs, pitching himself forward to poke the small of your back. You give a little yip, reaching back without looking to swat him away. And he wonders how you manage to keep the boat straight with just one hand.

“Alright, smart ass.”

Your responding laugh is like warm milk and honey, and he doesn’t think he could ever tire of the sound.

“Seriously, it’s your dream.”

He throws himself back against the stern, studying the sky for answers. Tries to hide a chuckle behind his hand and mask the swarm of butterflies stewing in his belly.

“Makin’ me do all the work even on my day off. You slave driver.”

Another shrug. “It pays the bills.”

Leon snorts.

“Whatever you decide to do, you better make it quick. You wanna end up on an island with talking animals again?”

He visibly shudders at the recollection. Zombies and BOWs, he could do all day. Bug hunting? Yeesh.

Never again.

[anisohtropy]

since Alhaitham knows over 20 languages fluently (which itself is very autismcore), he probably dreams in different languages once he’s actually able to dream. It’s disorienting at first because it swaps between them wildly because dream logic but eventually it settles into single language dreams and he’ll wake up thinking in that language without noticing until he says something to Kaveh, who’s like I don’t actually know as many languages as you and Alhaitham says some shit like that’s not my fault, just learn

Relatedly, Alhaitham’s been writing love letters over the years in various languages both living and dead and when Kaveh finds them it’s a whole thing 

[wisteriaphyte]

Slightly longer hair Aymeric project some time ago that's currently scrap. But I wanted to see it with this coat!

[turbotaxevasion]

Due to popular demand, Bernard and Tim doing the "hip thrust with your partner" challenge. I'm gonna put it under a cut just so it doesn't get filtered or anything :P

The temptation to draw this but nakey is immense, but you guys wouldn't be able to see it unless I did something like a Patreon and I just can't see that there would be an interest in it. I also don't feel like I should make you guys pay for my art if it's not, like... a commission ig. Like it's good. Not that good.

Therefore, the clothes stay on :)

[fishareglorious]

Since we know Enigma drinks I am presenting to you the headcanon of Greta being a smoker. Everyone please take the time to use their beautiful imagination of this woman who is tired and weary from the weight of this time-apocalypse hanging on everyone's head having a smoke at the back of the foundation headquarters or something every once in a while. *points at her cigarette* can ytuo put that uot on me

[32bitterra]

Sometimes I want to draw more serious drawings with Bobby, but then I remember he looks like this and it would just be silly.

A face only a mother could love ...

[filipinofc]

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊: vivoree esclito in tara g & misc.

click the source link for 101 gifs of vivoree esclito as jengjeng in the tv series tara g (2022) + some from can't buy me love season 2 and misc. acting roles. she is a filipino actress born in 2000. she is 21-23 in these gifs.

vivoree is bisaya; don't use these gifs if you won't cast her accordingly. more gifs will be added to the pack soon.