#they're cute your honor

[materlyowing]

kittens

[lordsalissoon]

Here, It's done. Have it!!!

I regret nothing, but I blame everything on the mod Silly Billy and on @inky-beasts. Mostly on Inky because they're a bad friend, and I know they're going to repay my cute drawing with something cursed!

Oh well... I probably signed myself up for it when I drew these three anyway!

Bf's and Gf's (I'll be calling them Noah and Cherry) references will drop as soon as I figure out how I want to fill up Noah's page. (I'm not the one who has to draw Pico's reference, so GOOD LUCK, INKY!! You'll need it!)

Anyway... You can expect more of these three! As soon as I find more interesting poses to draw them...

[vibingncrying]

"Hyung-nim, please hurry up and roar" or smth like that:

Panels used and a progress picture because I think it looks hilarious:

All that arm and clothes editing only for it to be covered up completely xddd

The rest was freehanded but the more I look at it- I should have just used Simba as reference smh

I tried making Krs not look like Choi han but they are both kinda just black haired Korean guys with average haircuts yk? I'm sorry-

[jeannotjean]

Adamsapple Week, Day 1: Wings @adamsappleweek

A few hours late, and certainly not the best, but it was fun to draw! I don't normally do drawing challenges, but I enjoyed this. (Yes I know I can't draw wings T.T)

[baldurspeen69420]

The idea of Astarion having a little crush on Wyll is the funniest shit ever and yknow what its canon to me i dont care you guys are right

I have no clue if Wyll would or could ever return those feelings but I do know that their lil bickering sessions are hilarious

Astarion be like "I had a crush on a guy when I was younger and instead of telling him I just wrote him a note that said get out of my school" fr fr

[flatwoods-mothman]

I love Sayosuki, did you know that?

[bisexualcherdegre]

Detroit: Become Human AU | Josh x Simon

[legolasghosty]

I blame @latinposeidon for this. This post he made inspired it. I failed in the 'Don't write a ficlet' department. Enjoy!

Hmmmm, which color, Willie wondered, his fingers dancing over the sea of black lids in Julie's drawer. Okay, this probably wasn't what she'd meant when she said he could borrow some of her stuff for the band's gig tonight, but well, Willie had been eyeballing her nail polish collection for like a month now.

What, it was pretty. The little flashes of color always caught their eye in the best way when other people wore it. And without Caleb around to police their wardrobe choices, he could finally give it a try.

Though maybe there was a reason Willie hadn't just asked Julie outright if he could borrow hers. Maybe he was a bit nervous about how it would look. Maybe they couldn't quite shake Caleb's disapproving glares, couldn't always ignore the nightmares of that same expression coming from the faces of Julie or Luke or Reggie...

Willie tried not to think about the dreams where Alex gave him that look.

But those were just dreams and this was real. Willie wanted to do this and they were going to. He just had to pick a color already.

"Everybody decent in-" Julie started, entering the room and cutting herself off at the sight of Willie hunched over her desk. "What's going on in here?" she asked slowly.

Oh geez, this wasn't good. She was going to get mad. Boys weren't supposed to wear nail polish. And they definitely weren't supposed to just take stuff without asking. There went Willie's friendship with the one lifer who could see him-

"Ooo, are we doing nails?" Julie questioned, peering over their shoulder into the drawer. "Perfect, I needed to do something with mine anyways."

Willie just stared at her for a long moment. What? She wasn't upset? Why wasn't she upset? Was she pretending? Why would she-

"Willie, you're spiraling," Julie said softly, touching his arm. "You're doing that same glazed-over thing Reggie does. What's going on?"

Willie shook his head. Right. This was Julie, not Caleb. She'd already let them borrow and tie up her hoodies and oversized band shirts more than once. She hadn't batted an eye when he walked in on Alex braiding their hair. It was fine.

"I just haven't painted my nails before," Willie confessed, voice much softer than he'd intended. "Caleb didn't let us."

Julie bit her lower lip and nodded. Willie didn't talk about Caleb much, so he wasn't surprised that she didn't really know what to do with this information.

"It's fine," he added. "Just got in my head for a second." More than a second, but who was counting? "Well there's no Caleb here now," Julie said after another silent moment. She reached for the drawer, fingers wrapping around one of the bottles. "What color do you want?" Willie was a little startled by their own laughter. "Well that's what I was trying to figure out," they explained, twisting the black ring around their middle finger.

Julie gave him a long, appraising look. "How do you feel about pink?" she asked, after taking in his black shorts and purple and white crop top.

"Isn't pink more Alex's color?" Willie asked slowly. He couldn't stop himself from checking out the options though. That one was almost the same color Alex's cheeks got when Willie kissed them.

"Well yeah, so it'll make him lose his mind," Julie retorted. "Pick a color."

Willie grinned and grabbed a cotton candy bottle of polish.

"Perfect," Julie agreed, choosing a dark purple color of her own. "I'll do you, you do me."

Willie nodded, grinning. They perched on her desk, letting her take the chair. Julie laid out some paper towels in case of any drips and they got to work.

And Alex did lose his mind a bit over the pink on Willie's fingertips. Though he confessed later, when it was just the two of them curled up in the loft of the garage, that it was Willie's grin that got him first. And really, what was Willie supposed to say to that? Alex was just being too cute. All Willie could really do was kiss him at that point, his pink nails tangled in the pink string of Alex's hoodie.

[flandejazmin]

So I drew my and a friend's (@furstriker) Eltingsonas/Eltingville's Self Insert because we've been just HELLA going at it for like a month. He's the purple one (The one in the left) and is the secretary of Arts in the Eltingville Club, while I'm not in the club because I have beef with Bill lol. He's dating Pete while I'm dating Jerry.

We're just silly little guys that love two locals assholes.

[queenlypirate]

CHOMP

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

for the ask game, perspective flip of let's fall in love (for the week)?

hello this is not so much a perspective flip as it is a deleted scene because I got possessed by the urge to write some established exr hurt/comfort because I am in my FEELINGS so enjoy

Also hello I posted this before I finished it bc I suck I WILL BE BACK SOON I DON'T HAVE TIME NOW

Enjolras doesn't quite slam the door behind him, but it's close. He closes his eyes and focuses on taking deep, steadying breaths in and out. He can just barely make out the low rumble of Grantaire and Eponine speaking in the kitchen, and acknowledges to himself that he should have thanked Eponine for covering for the two of them. But he can't really face speaking to anyone right now, not while his skin is still crawling.

Enjolras walks to the edge of his and Grantaire's bed and sinks onto it, gripping hard to the fabric of the duvet. He's just considering burying his head in the nearest pillow and screaming for a while, when his phone, resting on the bedside table, starts ringing. One glance at the screen tells him it's Cosette.

Enjolras takes a few more deep breaths and physically tries to pull himself together. He swallows, and then answers. "Hello?" To his credit, he thinks he manages to sound pretty normal.

"Enj," Cosette says, voice frantic. "I just woke up, and mom and dad- I think they're in Paris. I swear, I didn't know they were going. They left a fucking note. I don't know if they're there or not yet, but they might-"

"They are," Enjolras interrupts her frantic rambling.

There's a pause, and then "They've been there already, haven't they?"

"Yeah," Enjolras sighs, lying down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. "They just left."

"Shit," Cosette says simply, which, yeah, Enjolras agrees. "Did anything- Was it all okay?"

He rubs his hand over his eyes. "Just about. Grantaire was here when they arrived, and I wasn't, but Grantaire's friend was here too and she managed to cover for us."

Cosette hums thoughtfully. "Sounds like a useful person to have around." There's a pause, and then she says softly, "Are you okay?"

He's not really, but he's not about to tell Cosette that.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he says instead.

Cosette, mercifully, leaves it there. Enjolras hangs up and goes back to staring up at the ceiling in silence, and he doesn't look up at the creak of the door opening.

"Hey," Grantaire says softly. He's holding a cold flannel in one hand, and before Enjolras can say anything he rests it gently on his forehead. "I couldn't tell if you actually had a migraine or if you were just trying to escape. So I figured I'd bring you this anyway."

Enjolras hums softly. It had mostly been an excuse to escape, but there is an undeniable throbbing in his right temple now. "Thanks."

Grantaire sits down on his side of the bed, his hand still resting gently on Enjolras' head.

"You okay?" he asks softly.

Enjolras has to lie to Cosette, but that doesn't mean he has to to Grantaire. He hesitates, and then shrugs helplessly.

Grantaire sighs, and then slides down the bed and grips Enjolras' chin gently in his hands, turning his head so they're looking at each other.

"Nothing happened," he says, his voice gentle. "Ép covered for us. We're okay."

Another knot of anxiety curls in Enjolras' stomach. "It was too close."

Grantaire makes a noise, neither an agreement or disagreement, but he does frown.

"Three months left," Enjolras says, "Three months, and that's it." Three months until Cosette comes to Paris, three months before he never has to talk to his parents again.

Grantaire sighs. "Three months is a long time, E. Are you sure you won't-?"

Enjolras shakes his head firmly. "Not an option." He's already done three months of no contact with Cosette once, he's not doing it again.

Grantaire sighs, but they've had this conversation many, many times, so thankfully he drops it for now, and presses a kiss to Enjolras' forehead instead.

The two of them lie in silence for a moment, simply looking at each other. Enjolras takes the time to admire all the little details of Grantaire's face- the dimple in his left cheek, the soft dark scruff of his beard, the deep grey of his eyes. Enjolras finds himself settling down slowly, his mind not in hyperdrive anymore.

He still scowls. "I can't believe he ate your pastry." He's furious about that actually, now he thinks on it.

Grantaire laughs. "Enj, it's just a pastry."

Enjolras scowls harder. "I bought it for you, though."

Grantaire smiles, and leans over to peck Enjolras on the nose. "You're sweet," he says, and Enjolras smiles despite himself.

"Now turn around," Grantaire says. "I've had like four hours of sleep followed by a traumatic event, and I'm calling mandatory nap time."

Enjolras huffs a laugh as he shifts on the bed, pressing his back up against Grantaire's chest. Grantaire's arm settles heavy around his waist, rubbing a small, repetitive circle on his stomach, on the spot where Enjolras' anxieties always seem to fester and make him feel nauseous.

But the motion of Grantaire's hand slowly soothes him, and finally, the comforting feeling of Grantaire breathing against him calms his racing mind

[thenarrativefoil]

😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍

[ndostairlyrium]

You know what let's add one more. *Launches a lemon cake her way, Aisling runs after it*

I can picture Aisling being fascinated by Ankhs' views on the natural cycle and so on. She was never so close to Falon'Din, but she likes to listen to people being passionate about things. So, she'll ask Ankh about everything and will probably spend the night listening to this and that. She will contribute by trying to identify bones, as a Healer she knows some things about humanoid bones, and will be head over heels over doing some comparative anatomy (will totally insert one too many anectodes on horses and hallas)

Spending the night? You mean the week, because she'd attach herself to that interest like a suckerfish on a shark. And she'd totally borrow an ear for the horse talk, even two! Something a friend is passionate about? Let us go pet the drakolisk and learn how to care for them properly!

And the fact she could give an identity to some of her guests??? Aisling has unlocked a #1 fan

Solas is already at the city hall changing his citizenship

[melodyofthevoid]

(Sooooo I couldn’t resist the mer. Enjoy <3) 

He knew better. Of course he knew better, no mer grew up without being inundated constantly with the message "stay away from humans at all costs". For the safety of the pods. For your own safety. Stay away, otherwise you might not survive.

But Ballister preferred to indulge his own curiosity, no matter what the more logical parts of his brain demanded. Humans were simply fascinating with their ingenuity and creations, their art and music, at least from what he could see from the water.

And... well.

The man with the golden hair. It shouldn't have even been possible for his hair to be that perfect and yet. Yet there he was, broad shoulders and a smile brighter than the sun. How could Ballister truly stay away?

Plus the human seemed kind, at least from a distance.

He wanted to get closer, learn for himself if those eyes crinkled up at the sides when he smiled, what his laugh sounded like, learn what drew him out to the open seas. His name. He did, however, possess enough self restraint to only observe.

Which brought him to now, fretting from a league away as a storm tossed and battered the ship, eclipsing it in waves that pulled at Ballister even from where he swam. Dread warned of impending disaster, and for once, he had a feeling Nimona would agree with him. Not that she was here, she rolled her eyes (however many she felt like having that day) and told him to scream if anything happened. It was “his funeral”.

A flash of lightning struck the wood, illuminating the ship in scarlet fire.

He hated being right.

The golden man, the captain he assumed, rushed into action, ordering men to douse the flames while still trying to maintain a course for the shore. It was a valiant effort.

It wasn’t enough.

In preventing a younger member from going overboard, he overcorrected, tumbling off of the side and down into the sea below. At the speed the ship was going, they’d never turn around in time, not with this storm.

The man hit the water with a thud, thrashing beneath the roiling waves yet never breaching the surface. He fought, a fingertip’s length from reaching air before he went limp. Without thinking Ballister shot to his side, grabbing onto his hand. Pulling him up and away from the water and into the air.

Hacking coughs gave him enough hope to continue, the gentle yet steady thud of a beating heart all the more encouraging.

Apparently the worst of the storm decided to move more towards the northern star, allowing for the bright blue mid-day sun to peak through the breaking cloud cover. Shining a light on the kingdom’s coastline

“Just hang on, we’re almost there.”

Thankfully.

Hauling his dead weight took more energy than Ballister expected, but he managed to reach the sandy shallows, resting his cargo down. Avoiding any possible rocks or clumps of seaweed that might cause him to wake up too fast.

As much as he needed to leave, he was unable to tear his eyes away.

If his hair appeared golden before, in the breaking light of the sun, now free from the storm clouds, it shone brighter than any coin. His face defined, yet soft. Peaceful in his sleep.

Ballister rested a hand over his chest, both checking for any water left in his lungs and… indulging. For a moment he wondered if he’d forgotten how to breathe too.

No other humans were out of their homes yet, likely having taken shelter from the storm, so Ballister could at least tell him goodbye.

“I’m glad you’re safe, I wish… I wish that I could stay, I wish I could know your name, but it’s better for both of us if I go.”

“Brosisu…”

Ballister froze, lifting his hand and starting to turn away. Every instinct screaming at him to flee before the human opened his eyes.

“‘M name’s… Ambrosius…”

The human–Ambrosius– went limp again, brown eyes visible only for a second before fluttering closed again. Ballister let out a sigh and slipped beneath the waves, face burning bright and hand electric from where he’d felt his warmth under it.

By all means he should push this moment out of his mind forever and move on. Keep to his own life, and yet… Well.

He knew himself better.

got mermaids on my mind

[pomniegranate]

" in another life, i would, have really liked just, doing laundry and, taxes with you. " // this is probably later on in their friendship, if you don't mind me jumping around a bit!

wally, expressing himself, when he doesn't even rlly think his feelings actually matter to the players, bc he's 'just' a NPC, being self aware or otherwise? yeah.

From this prompt list! / Always Accepting!

She smiled at his genuineness. Him being a NPC had escaped her with how he spoke and presented himself, it was second nature to just treat him like she would anyone else; his level of sentience proves her secret belief that these characters had souls in some way or another. That there were more layers than what met the initial eyes on the surface.

It touched her heart, the feeling of some normalcy being brought up. And for Wally to think of wanting to do those things with her? Very mundane things, but life always seemed a bit brighter sharing typical every day activities with someone by your side.

⸺ ❝ Heh, laundry and taxes? They're not that extravagant. But you're in luck then, because I'm pretty good at those. Or, at least taxes. I used to be. Being in the uh, circus, guess those things don't really matter anymore. ❞

[bittertomato]

Last few days of Railgun discourse have worn me out so I'm going through my Mikoto and MikoKuro tag to feel better