#they are so much fun together

[wishfulsketching]

Most unexpected yet perfect dynamic

[covenofthearticulate]

if you ship Daniel/Lestat do you have any headcannons for them

I wouldn't say I ship them in the traditional sense that I ship some of my other pairings but hell yeah I absolutely have more headcanons for them!!

Daniel always surprises Lestat by randomly asking the most specific questions about little things mentioned in his books. Everyone asks about the wolves, but Daniel wants to know the names of Lestat's brothers, what was the first word Lestat ever learned in English, how did he used to care for Mojo during the day?

Lestat is very much an auditory processor; he likes to say things out loud and process in real time, which is honestly great because as we all know, Daniel is very much capable of sitting and listening for hours! It's refreshing, honestly, to be able to sit and a room and work on his little models while Lestat shares his opinions on the book he just finished, or tries to break down the twitter Discourse Du Jour. He's so much less pretentious than Louis, and less guarded than Armand.

Daniel is Lestat's own personal urban dictionary. Every single night Lestat asks Daniel for new ways to insult Armand in contemporary english and every night Daniel looks up from his phone and shrugs and says something like "Uh. I dunno. Die mad about it?" "HAH that is fantastic, thank you Daniel!"

My favorite thing about this dynamic is the potential for honestly the healthiest sexual relationship in canon?? They're very much the "I'm bored, let's fuck" kind of guys. Very chill. 10/10 makeout buddies. Louis walks in on them playing video games and sharing blood with their hands down each other's pants like once a month.

Daniel introduces Lestat to weed and it goes exactly how you'd think it would go

Sometimes when he's bored Daniel will find a way to get ahold of Lestat's fan mail (yes, he STILL receives fan mail to some old address). He likes to sift through the letters and then look the people up online to see what they're doing now.

Lestat and Daniel are the #1 Prank Team at Trinity Gate. Several prank wars have broken out between them and Benji and Sybelle. They're unstoppable.

[iridescentis]

THAT WAS SUCH A FUN EPISODE :D im so happy we got a whole episode of pearl and impulse just hanging out whoever it was that submitted that task THANK YOU

[saradiation]

Hey it's that time of the year again :D

HAPPY 413! 🎂

[jawlivari]

gift??trade??? for @wheatskers!! i've been itching to draw hisa, absolutely one of my favorite sylvari designs ever

[muchanmocha]

Original template

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

btw, you can find these guys on inprnt! both as a pair, or apart :] You Choose.

[lucabyte]

monologue

[butteriish]

hats on cats!!!

[drulalovescas]

Showing Misha our script for Supernatural season 16, the Destiel reunion. Misha was thrilled.

Balls Deep Destiel in Supernatural revival on HBO.

[nidbaesenpai]

Dare you say this love could just save you

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[molinaesque]

The Ghoul (Cooper Howard) | Official Perks (x)

[mjulmjul]

Katya / Goncharov

[teddybearsandspaceships]

Last stream Scar talked about how distracting Tango was one of his very favorite things to do. Tango´s stream title today:

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet