#they make me soft (｡･･｡)

[akiisks]

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

[veryusedatlas]

Outgrown.

A piece dedicated to the most recent chapter in my fic, and the piece that was the reason I started the fic :)

[sakyru]

[thatbugkidd]

The girls are bonding!!

Initially they would... Absolutely not get along. Uzi would be suspicious of Cyn, and reasonably weary considering that's the same body that was trying so hard to kill her before. Cyn would isolate herself and be snappy when they did interact, her own insecurity getting the better of her and imagining judgement and bite when it's not actually there. She just can't picture receiving anything BUT judgment after what happened.

For a long while after she was no longer under possession, as far as Cyn was concerned, she committed all of the atrocities. She felt responsible for everything that AS did. The guilt made it really hard for her to interact normally

But EVENTUALLY, they would start to be more understanding of each other, and likely bond over being the last surviving victims of the AS. Uzi would realize that Cyn is really just an awkward outcast like she was and would start being nicer to her (let's be real, uzi would definitely be a bit of a jerk at first 😭 not all of cyn's judgment is imaginary)

[poetsdeadhonor]

i so badly need lovesick nerdy anderperry. todd writing small poems about neil's moles, eyes, smile, etc, while doodling hearts in the margin. aswell as a pining neil making todd practice lines with him just to hear his voice more, and the poets giggling over their smitten staring when the other isn't looking and teasing them when the other is gone. where are the soft teenage romance anderperry fics???

[terrorpyjamas]

big bro hobie >>>

[gummidon]

Lickk

[emryx]

Its not a question, but the way you draw Teia and Viago heals a part of my soul i stg. Also baby Elias is so fucking precious and squishy i love him and i just need you to know this 🤣

JSMDKCKA Thank you <33 I’m glad I can portray them accurately enough people enjoy it! These two have surprisingly become a comfort ship of all things over the past few months. Got into DA for Lucanis, fell in love with Emmrich, and became obsessed with two NPCs with insane amounts of unresolved tension 😭😭 They live in my head rent free.

Have a Teiago family doodle for the soul 🧡

[ramons-elevator]

I will never be over how much Fit loves Ramon

He started not super excited to have a kid. Why would he? He came from a wasteland of death. He knew this kid would die.

But yet the first thing Fit does everyday is check on Ramons home. Even when he disappeared, he checked. Thats how people figured how the eggs when missing was because Fit checked on Ramon first thing in the morning

Fit cherishes everything Ramon gives him. He was a garden on his roof just for flowers Ramon gave him. When he lost his sword Ramon made him, he apologized profusely and was heartbroken about it. He doesn’t touch anything of Ramon’s because thats Ramon’s.

Fit calls him his beautiful baby boy because he is. Ramon is the light in Fits world. He loves and trusts that egg so much. They can read each other like the back of their hands. Fit never doubted that Ramon was dead because Fit knew that Ramon was smart and tough. Plus Fit knows that Ramon isnt gonna die like that. Ramon is dying on his own terms and not anyone elses.

When everyone saw the eggs in the hospital, Fit kept going back to Ramons bed. Every chance he could he went back to check on him. Hell, he even started sweeping to “make sure everything is clean when they get back”. Any excuse he could make to spend a few more seconds with his boy.

Fit may not have planned on having a son, but even with the nicknames you can see Fit falling in love with having a son. He loves Ramon more than anything else.

[lilpuffyart]

😴 💤💤

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Shadow absolutely knowing how to dance but he won't give in that easily. XD

IMMA SOB OH MY LORD THEY ARE ✨PRECIOUS✨

[screechingfromthevoid]

Dorian with the crown keepers in some quiet taverns in quiet towns as they travel, he's always up late. He can't quite fall asleep well. So he sneaks out to a different tavern than the one they're staying at. He doesn't want to risk someone recognizing him in the morning.

At the new taverns, he goes straight to their stages. The emptier the better but it's not hard for him to convince a half drunk bard to get even drunker.

Sometimes he'd sit on the poorly lit stage and strum his mandolin and not say a word at all as he started to pluck out a tune. The chords are simple at first, something he heard in a dream. Every night spent working, adds another measure. Deeper swells and higher jumps. A mournful reverberation. He was stuck for a while.

Until he hears "glad you're not here... wish you were anyways".

Then, disjointed and seemingly unexpected, a reprise of that first plucking, an octave and a half lower. Still major, still jovial. Just. Deeper. Just... Realer.

I'll fix the transition later, he thought.

That's when the lyrics came. They weren't good but they spilled out of his mouth involuntarily. If it were up to him, those thoughts, those feelings would stay caged in his heart. Instead, a room full of strangers knew him more fully than his intimates.

Protector of air, guard of heart, bulwark of us

His simple plucked out tune, a dreamed up melody for a man he could only dream of.

You say you don't lead. But when I look to you, you're drenched in the boreal crux

A deep and quiet start to the encroaching swell, getting louder and higher.

Crowns of spiders couldn't tempt me astray from your due north

Trilled eight notes that felt like crawling legs and whispy silk on the back of the neck.

I thought you might be the wind caught in my sails. Always only you caught in my fibers

His last word carries a sour note, it sounded wrong, out of tune. Like he was.

A storm by another name, gold and red and melting black, tore us off course

Dorian's run was backwards, like he was free falling from a ledge. Accidentals plaguing it's decent.

It's harder than ever to orient through shades of grey and leave behind no remorse...

That reverberation was accompanied by a strain in his voice. Something that happened every night once he made it to that point. It came next to a swallow of something in his throat. That transition came to him, when Dorian thought about what got him out of his slump, he laughed. Bashfully, sheepishly. He always felt his face burn.

My heart aches. Stay steadfast. Fairer winds...

What a thing to say instead of I miss you.

I have stolen a world away. You are there, I am here. And all I want is to be together when we wake

His melody, their melody, picked up again. His fingers started to pluck staccatos in between the languid chords.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or so they say. This distance has only made mine bleed icar

Dorian wouldn't allow himself to end this with a confession. At least, not one of guilt. It wasn't supposed to be about his straying. It was supposed to be about Orym. It was supposed to be about the man he-

I look for the direction ivy green grows. I look to you still, to find my way.

Sometimes he ended the song with another reprise of his dreamy melody. Sometimes, his fingers would slip on the strings and rancid mistakes would ring out into the crowd. It seemed to depend on how hard they fought that day. How much more Opal stained.

Dorian would always thanked the crowd before taking up the coins that were haphazardly thrown on stage. He wouldn't set out a hat or cup, it wasn't about that, but there was always coin at his feet by the end.

He'd walk quiet streets and thought about Bertrand. Dorian understood now, what he said about walking alone at night. He stepped carefully up lulling tavern stairs thinking about picking up a bottle for a round of "what the fuck is up with that" with friend that weren't waiting for him. He slid into the room he shared with his brother, acknowledging every time that this was the first time they did that. They never shared a room or a bed as children. They didn't share much. Now fully grown, he felt they were more childish than ever.

Dorian curled into himself on his cold side of the bed and thought about how he used to have a pulsing heart beat on his skin. Whether it was across his legs, against his back, against his chest. He never felt loneliness like this before. He never felt the absence of someone before.

And he was worse for it

[glorfys-glorioushair]

A Gentle Touch

Oh hectaly how I love you ♥️

[mothgardens]

Gabriel was created as an archangel of the Lord. He was created with the responsibility of helping God trap Amara. He was never created to just exist in bliss, he always had a greater purpose. Gabriel never wanted that. He hated having that duty which he was made to account for. He left heaven and took on Loki’s persona as The Trickster to escape. He got out of the life.

Likewise, Sam Winchester was cursed to his destiny ten years before he was conceived. Then he was born with a responsibility of being Lucifer’s vessel. He never got to live a normal life; he always had to hunt and work. Sam hated the hunting lifestyle. He was persistent on getting his full-ride scholarship to Stanford; he was persistent on escaping. He got out of the life.

They were both brought back into the life by Dean Winchester telling them that they had to take back their responsibility.

{I’m going to shit myself.}

[apparentlyhuman]

Puppy love <3

[yeyayeya]

I don’t see enough Feng Xin x Jian Lan content and it makes me sad