#they plague my thoughts

[moon-and-ocean-child]

Okay but am I the only one who thinks Viago "down extremely bad" de Riva is a traditional man and absolutely wants to put a ring on it.

And Teia keep shooting him down "Until he can make them last a year" as if she's not terrified of it.

Because you have no idea how obsessed I am with the idea of silent marriage proposals in the dead night, cuddling under the covers, and Teia's heart skipping a beat, wanting to both kiss every inch of him and run away at the same time, and throwing in the same playful "Perhaps once you stop making us split every two weeks, my dear" and Viago answering with an offended "I make us split!?" and they're back to fighting, and maybe they split again, but he keeps doing it, because he can't keep it in, he can't stop his heart from catching on his throat with devotion for this woman and even if he knows she'll say no again, he has to try, because she needs to know he's serious about them, even if he keeps fucking it up.

Until one day she doesn't say no anymore.

so...yeah, am i the only one?

I am? just me then?

Okay ill go back to crying bout them thanks

[oliviascully]

So about the martini thing…

Imagine if the DM era did occur during the 70s/80s. Daniel takes Armand to his favorite restaurant and bar, Duke’s. They make the best martinis there, and no other place can make them quite as good. Daniel talks about how he’s tried to replicate them or get the bartenders to share their exact mix, but they won’t.

Armand uses the Mind Gift to learn the martini recipe from the bartender. He doesn’t tell Daniel this. But one night, he surprises Daniel with a martini at home, and to Daniel’s total delight and surprise, it is an exact replica of Duke’s.

[nomagicartz]

oh how i hate them

[vague-bisexual-crimes]

We’ll be a fine line

We’ll be alright

[mroddmod]

it wasn't all bad, was it?

[dr-rato]

THE FEELS Inspired by this scene in the Journal, which has not left my mind since i first read it:

Specifically, this part!

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!

[coquexari]

Puts down, sips juice, walks away

[bklily]

They started talking a lot more often 💜

[plaguedpriest]

Body and Bride

(veil-less ver. under the cut)

[imclou]

hey yall have some Arcane Moon doodles on the house, the last two are from @daycarefriendpickup's magma session!

[wonderthor]

being whiny and needy with choso

you were the one that woke up extremely horny and touched starved (this time), but being the sweetie pie that he is he let you ride him until you come.

but you can’t.

you’re whining and whimpering because you just can’t get there yet. speeding up, slowing down, moving your hips in so many different ways. none of it is working, but you need to come so bad!

“baby”, he calls out to you, and you look at him with a hint of frustrated tears in your eyes.

“baby, shh just relax for me okay? i got you, let me take care of it, yeah?”, he whispers as he cradles your cheek in his hand.

as soon as you nod, he grips your hips and lifts you up and down on his cock, rolling your hips back and forth in a way that instantly makes your mouth open wide and your head fall back. you brace yourself on his pecs and he momentarily takes one of his hands off of your hips, his other holding a tighter grip to compensate. you look down at him and see that he uses his free hand to pick up one of yours, kissing your palm with his eyes locked on you. then, he holds your hand as he picks up his pace.

your mind was empty as your eyes stayed on his, knowing nothing else but him. you barely were able to think about how strong he was to be able to pick you up and down over and over with only one hand. your orgasm had crept up on you without you even paying attention.

“cho, i’m…it-”

“i know baby, i know. give it to me, please?”

he kisses your knuckles before putting his hand back on your hip, fucking up into you and he pulls you up and down against him. you arch your back and burrow your nails into his chest, holding on tight. your eyes leaving his trance and going back into your skull.

“ohhh fuck!”

he lets one of his thumbs trail over to your clit, rubbing hard and fast.

“that’s it, that’s it baby. please, please give it to me. give it to me, give it to me,” he growled out through clenched teeth.

just that quickly, the coil snapped and you came all over his dick with a loud moan. the intensity of your orgasm spurred his and he came right behind you, filling you up. when you were tired of holding yourself up, he pulled you down to lay on his chest, rubbing your back as your breaths slowly calmed down in harmony.

it was just like that how you both fell asleep.

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[flwrkid14]

The Batfamily and Their Resident Alley Cat

Tim Drake walked into the Batfamily’s lives the same way an alley cat wanders into someone’s home: scrappy, uninvited, and entirely certain he belonged. And somehow, he stayed.

There’s no formal discussion about it, but everyone just… treats Tim like a cat. Not in a bad way! No, it’s all affectionate, in their weird, batfamily sort of way. They praise him endlessly, the same way someone would coo over a stray that managed to charm its way into a warm house. They show him off too, proudly talk about him to anyone who will listen, like he’s a rare find, even though—to outsiders—he looks about as approachable as a cornered feral. (And to be fair, Tim will scratch if you get too close. He’s been known to bite, too, though usually in a verbal sense.)

The parallels don’t end there. If Tim ever decides you’re safe enough to relax around? To nap on? That’s it, you’re trapped. It’s an unspoken rule. If Tim curls up against you, head resting on your shoulder or his legs slung across your lap, you do not move. No one dares risk waking him up. Not only because he probably hasn’t slept in three days, but also because disturbing Tim in his rare moments of peace is sacrilege. Bruce has postponed meetings. Jason once held in a sneeze so violently it gave him a headache. Damian—Damian—sat perfectly still for over an hour because Tim had nodded off against his side, even though his arm had long since gone numb.

Startling Tim is another no-go. They all learned that the hard way. The first (and last) time Dick snuck up on Tim while he was deep in thought, Tim had reacted on instinct—nearly taking Dick’s eye out with a pencil. Since then, they’ve all adopted a “gentle approach” policy. Announce yourself softly, no sudden movements, and maybe bring a peace offering (read: zesti, to further grow his unfound stash hidden somewhere in the manor).

But beyond the quirks and the care they take around him, there’s a trust in Tim that runs deep. Like a cat, Tim has an uncanny sense for people. If he trusts someone right away, that person is good—no further questions needed. If Tim is skittish, more guarded? They all take note. Tim’s instincts are sharp, and the family has learned to respect them. It’s an unspoken rule: if Tim doesn’t like someone, you’re on thin ice until proven otherwise.

There’s something endearing about it all, really. About the way Tim has carved out his space among them, the way they’ve adjusted their lives to accommodate him without even realizing it. He’s their alley cat—scrappy, fiercely independent, a little rough around the edges, but theirs.

And no matter how sharp his claws might be, no matter how many times he insists he doesn’t need anyone, they’ll always make room for him. Because Tim Drake didn’t just wander into their lives—he chose them. And they’re damn lucky he did.

[ddeck]

once i commit to doing a proper naboo handmaidens redesign its sooo over for everyone

[korrioak]

They’re all I think about