#the inspo struck

[hellishgayliath]

Hellii Hellooo

Ignore my previous message, my keyboard was being STUPID and submitted it-

Anyway- 1) Does Pico know or understand the concept of a 'date'? 2) If yes, do Pico & Bao go on dates? 3) & if yes again, are they rare or common occasions?

I witness ALL MOON👀👀👀

lmao hoi anyways

I'd think so yes! I'd consider Pico being the one to ask out Bao, cuz where he grew up the animals he'd see when it came to courting each other they make their point very upfront, so if he takes interest in someone he's just gonna go for it. Plus he sees his uncles Warren and Hypno all the time and can already tell how smitten they are with other, he's no stranger to that.

Also yesssss!! I haven't drawn anything yet for them cuz I wanna draw their first meeting with each other first and foremost before I do sweetsy stuff (whenever that comes to pass)

Okay Date stuff or more like outings tho. I think Bao would enjoy taking Pico out around the Hidden City, showing him all of his favourite spots, catching in the sights etc. Pico would love it, but he still is basically a farmboy, so I think he could only handle being in large crowds and the overwhelming bustling city for so long and stick by Bao's side so they don't get separated once the wonder wears off. Bao would take this into account and try to think of areas where it's less noisy and crazy. On Pico's end of setting up dates, he'd invite him out to the forest, maybe spend some time with the dogs, go on picnics or hikes/walks. It's a good break for Bao too since he's busy running the tea shop all the time and could go for some peace and relaxation once in a while.

3. Hmmmmmmm I'd say they'd happened pretty frequently :3

[tawnysoup]

the fritter (frin critter)

[shiroxix]

Escher from Curse of Strahd (and a human version because wheee!)

[lightseoul]

cw. gn!reader, reader has boobs, established relationship w/ bakugou, implied nsfw

a/n. got the idea from an ig reel by user @michaell_anthonyy (i searched SO far for the specific clip but they have so many reels i couldnt find it anymore ):

“I saw that.”

An incredulous noise erupts from the man slouched on the sofa beside you. “Hah?”

You lift your hand to poke at his side, which he swats away, annoyed. Though you know better than to think he actually is.

Embarrassed is more likely.

Deciding against poking fun at him (literally), you lean back on your end of the couch, a knowing smirk etched on your face.

“You just looked at my boobs.”

At that, Bakugou splutters.

“I did not.”

You try to reign in the guffaw that is threatening to burst from you, but fail. He only seems to redden even further at the sound.

“I’m pretty sure I saw you clearly, Kats.”

He makes a guttural noise in response, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head, face and neck still rosy, before a smug look spreads across his features.

Uh-oh.

“Yeah?” he starts, sitting up before slowly invading your space, crawling on top of you until you’re forced to lie on the cushion with your head trapped between his muscled forearms.

You stare up at him, nervous.

That sardonic grin of his is still there when he adjusts the right strap of your low-cut top, the split–second of skin-to-skin contact sending shivers down your spine.

You try not to let it show, but he notices.

Of course he does.

His grin grows even larger, canines now peeking through. He’s even more handsome like this, you think.

He dips down closer to you, snapping you out of your reverie, until his mouth is a feather's touch away from your ear.

“Something tells me you were asking for that, princess.”

basically the ig reel was captioned: 'when i catch my BF looking down my low cut shirt knowing full well that's why i wore it' with a vid of him lit rally just looking down his gf's shirt lol

tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik

[illiterateaffairs]

hypothetically, if i said i was slowly exiting my writing slump...but it was with a stiles stilinski x reader fic...would any one have any interest in that?

[prettymediocrewizard]

Finished some sketches of beloved winged Tenma + Grimmer from @good-wine-and-cheese's fic Fragile Bird. I really enjoyed this AU and wanted to draw some cute stuff for it~~

and one meme under the cut ↴

I did this redraw specifically for me... and maybe like, 2 other people if they find it amusing

[gorgynei]

running is a form of attacking a trap (kirk lynn)

[bluenightfm]

shang qinghua is THEE loudest kisser ever. like not even in the "local virgin openly moans into what most would consider a chaste kiss" loud (but yes, that too happens a lot even post-airplane chrysanthemum's destruction) but like dude cannot ever give mobei-jun a kiss without it sounding like a cheesy sound bite. full-on cartoon squeaks and mmmmmMMAAHSS where u can see his eyes start turning into balloon hearts . this is not limited to pecks or making out sloppy style i'm talking kisses on the cheek, hand, shoulder, neck, forehead, are all broadcasted to the nearest perimeter of accidental listeners . especially to the cultivators, demons, and half-demons in the room that have to bear thru it with surround sound 8D audio . mobei-jun shouldn't find this tender kiss habit thing as hot as he does but well !

[oddsconvert]

Mute Whumpee having been forced into silence until they hear a certain “permission” code word.

Caretaker thinking that Whumpee is just mute from trauma now, and after about a week into their rescue they accidentally let that word slip and next thing they know, Whumpee is sobbing and apologizing and pleading-

Caretaker always liked the peace and quiet.

The sound of his own footsteps down an empty hallway, the creak of the floorboards beneath him, the soft whirring of the air conditioning unit in the corner. He liked the way the silence seemed to wrap around him like a blanket, shielding him from the outside world. He liked the way he could hear himself think, hear his own thoughts crystal clear when it was nice and quiet. When there were no distractions. When Caretaker could just be, without worrying about anything or anyone else.

Solitude is a blessing. Caretaker wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the whole wide world.

Caretaker used to like the peace and quiet…at least, before Whumpee fell into his lap.

The silence is now deafening, ear-piercing. The birds have stopped singing, the only sound is the wind rustling through the crunchy leaves scattered on the ground outside. The air is still and heavy, and the only movement is slow, steady drip of rainwater from the trees.

It is a silence that is full of fear and anticipation, and it is a silence that is waiting for something to happen. The quiet sounds like failure and disappointment. Another day blurs past in the blink of an eye - another day where he’s no closer to Whumpee speaking. Caretaker doesn’t even know the name of the man he rescued from the pits of hell, nor does he know his story. He doesn’t know the sound of Whumpee’s voice. If he has a family and friends, searching day and night to bring him home.

Whumpee is a mystery to Caretaker. And Caretaker is a mystery to Whumpee.

Caretaker peeks through the crack in the door, checking on Whumpee as he sleeps…on the floor. Whumpee lies huddled on the cold, hard ground, ignoring the perfectly made bed in the corner of the room. Like he’s not allowed to sleep in it. He writhes and flinches in his sleep, kicking his legs and whimpering like a dreaming dog. Whumpee is in there, somewhere, even if Caretaker can’t reach him just yet. He has tried everything he can think of, lost countless nights of sleep tossing and turning, and thought of every way to pull himself out of the darkness in his head, but nothing seems to work.

Whumpee suddenly awoke with a start, screaming and covered in cold-sweat, his eyes darting in horror around the room. Dark circles hang beneath his eyes, every inch of him vibrates in terror. When he spots Caretaker lingering in the doorway, he flinches and chokes on a sob.

“Hey, hey! Shhh, you’re okay!” Caretaker bursts through the doorway, rushing over to Whumpee’s side, “You were having another nightmare-”

Caretaker rubs Whumpee’s back as he heaves for air, “Would you like me to stay?”

Whumpee smiles, but it does not reach his teary eyes. His muscles tense like a spring about to bounce, and still he nods his head in agreement. Or submission.

Somewhere, somehow - Whumpee must understand and realise that this is safety. Caretaker is safety. His wounds and gashes are scabbing and closing, dark bruises fading into his pale skin. His belly warm and full. The dog collar strapped tight to his throat when Caretaker found him - long gone. Caretaker burned it.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I knew how to help -” Caretaker holds Whumpee's face, cupping his cheek.

There’s that damn silence again. Whumpee sniffles and wipes at his nose, refusing to even look at Caretaker now. He has all the answers, just not the words to reveal them. So close yet so far.

“I want you to know I will never hurt you, Whumpee. I just want to help… I just…I just want you to heal-”

Whumpee’s eyes go wide with horror, and he freezes like a statue. Caretaker can hear their heart racing in both their chests. Before Caretaker could stop him, Whumpee is kneeling at Caretaker’s feet, wrapping his arms around his legs, clinging like a baby koala and bursting into tears.

“Th-Thank you! Oh, thank you s-sir - thank god!” Whumpee wails, his voice deep, hoarse and scratchy. Caretaker can hardly believe his ears. It feels like a fever dream. Whumpee just spoke. What just happened?! What changed?!

“Whu-Whumpee?!” Caretaker gasps.

“I’m so sorry sir!!! I waited - and waited and…and I tried! I tried so hard to be good. I thought you’d never say it- I thought you'd never release me-”

"Release-"

"Heel. You - You told me to heel-" Whumpee slumps back onto the heels of his feet, sitting by Whumper's heels, his hands folded limp in front of his chest - begging. "My release word. I-I did good? I didn't speak, sir!!!"

"No…" Caretaker falters, "No, you didn't."

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[book--wyrm]

god i cannot get over the way sofia delivers that speech at family dinner

there is such grief and anguish and loss and utter devastation pouring out of every blink and syllable she bares to them

and the most any of them can muster up for her is an terse discomfort, maybe a twinge of guilt, and and a palpable desire for her to just. go away.

impossible not to feel that sofia in that moment is so raw, so hurt, so desperate for any scrap of human connection that if any one of them had even tried to genuinely reach out to her, they might also have lived.

[glorber]

[dualquille]

My take on Kaladin Stormblessed (inspired by @thenerdyalchemist’s gorgeous art!)

[flimsy-spine]

I was born for loving you.

[explodingstarlight]

was struck by the impulse to create a trolls sona and realized no one could stop me

[yumethefrostypanda]

[rweoutofthewoods]

Sorry eoitv is on hiatus for a little bit bc every fall I devote like September to the end of November to my nano aka autumn project (bc I work on it before and after, I’m not writing just 50k word fics 😭) and this one is really cool, i promise it’ll be worth it and you’ll get eoitv after! This is how you all ended up with anti-hero bc i put all my time into it and smashed that shit out. So I am sorry about eoitv, but it is my big longfic so we all knew the project was gonna take time (well… I KNEW) but my beta and I are gonna focus on something else for a few months 🩷 hope u guys understand :(

I’m just gonna say… the new project contains some concepts i really thrive with and some really cool new experimental story telling 🙏 so I’m super excited about it!!