#they're my BABIES and i LOVE THEM

[izacore]

“This was the kiss he'd been waiting for. It was...

[leslutdepointedulac]

11, 14, 15 for armand/louis please 🤧♥️

11. What their first impression was of each other

Armand took one look at Louis and was like 👁🫦👁 He knew that man could teach him so much about the centuries to come and that almost made him come. He said "Damn bbg you fine, think you can teach me about horse-drawn carriages?"

Louis' first impression of Armand was that this is a sweet little angel of a boy who could do no wrong ever, and that he would let that man hit like there's no tomorrow. Even after Armand was like "I'm not that great y'know", Louis was like, "I've had worse. You'll be okay, trust me. I mean, it's not like you're gunna kill my daughter or anything is it?" Louis would've let Armand take him through literal hell and back when they first met, and he would've thanked him 🤧

14. What nicknames they call each other

Armand gives Louis all sorts of nicknames which are super off-putting and that to literally anyone else, they would sound weird and not that sweet at all. But Louis thinks they're the most endearing, romantic things he's ever heard in his life. Things like:

My darling termite (this is because Armand feels as though Louis eats away at him with his love)

My sweet cockroach (because of Louis' endurance through life)

My moth-eaten love

Dark angel

(I've realised there's a bit of a theme here with insects 😭 That's not intentional lmfao)

Louis gives Armand much more genuinely sweet and sappy as anything nicknames which Benji and Sybelle think are quite frankly disgusting. To the point where they're fake gagging in the background whenever Louis says one of them, things like:

My heaven

My angel

[You're] The one who completes me

My saviour (this is usually said if Armand is ever having a night where he's feeling as though he's not enough for Louis, so Louis reassures him by referring to the fact that he helped him when he most needed him after Merrick)

15. What they would change about each other

Armand would want to change Louis' views in vampirism. For the most part, Louis has the whole vampire thing down, and he's not so put-off by it like he used to be. But on occasions, when Louis' having a bad night, he'll slip backwards a bit and regress back into the whole, 'Vampirism is bad'. Armand wants Louis to have an easier time fully accepting his nature, without also having to worry about him backtracking his progress in his views on it.

The thing that Louis would want to change about Armand, would be to live in the moment a bit more. With Armand's obsessive behaviour when it comes to needing to know everything about everything all the time, he often tends to miss out on the little things in life. Louis does love that Armand is so eager to learn about what's new and trending today, and he is more than happy to indulge him in his curiosities. But sometimes Louis feels that Armand is moving at a million miles an hour, and he would want him to maybe slow down a bit, and let things come to him in their own time without him feeling like he has to chase after everything constantly.

[spicypussywave]

i thought they graduated high school why are they still acting like teens 😭

[dragonflavoredcake]

Pokémon needs to be real so I snuggle my Arcanine and tell my Samurott how proud I am of him while crying because I remember when he was a bitty baby Oshawott

[ferallymine]

Act 2 - Confessions of a Lost Boy

a/n: yeah i romanced Astarion what of it? Kaledia is my super-graphic-ultra-modern girl bard Durge and Rhododendron (Rho) is my you-dumb-bastards druid Tav. more to come because i'm obsessed.

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Kaledia walked along the shoreline at the edge of the moonlight barrier. The Last Light Inn provided enough space for one to walk quietly, lost in thought. Away from the noise of panic and battle tactics.

Water graced her feet, drawing her to take a step. Kaledia obeyed its beckoning, shedding her shoes and armor. She undid her braids- Rho will have a fit about that later- and walked into the water just enough to cover her ankles. The hem of her pants just barely skimmed the surface. A gentle breeze toyed with her hair, making it flow like a cape behind her.

Kill the cleric. Imagine the beauty in the bloodshed that will descend!

The bard shuddered, crossing her arms. The violent thoughts still plagued her mind. As if she needed more unwanted presences. She shook her head, forcing the Urge from her mind.

Set every building in this cursed place ablaze. Rhododendron will never lift that curse- might as well make these abandoned places artful masterpieces of ash and bone.

With a scrunch of her nose, she shook her head again. Kaledia began quietly humming, tracing her feet in the water. Composing songs and ballads always managed to calm her down- this time being no different.

Tiny wisps of purple and pink escaped her fingertips and Kaledia conducted the air. If a bystander listened close enough, they could make out a faint tune. The bard’s eyes glazed over, feet dancing in steps to match the rhythm of her new piece. One arm stayed close to her chest while the other continued its maestro guidance.

“Enjoying yourself?”

The suddenness of the voice shocked her out of her daze. Whatever music one could hear was gone in an instant- joining the wind brushing past. Her eyes met Astarion’s- his shoes and armor discarded beside hers in the sand. His feet joined hers in the water.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone out here. Aren’t you cold?”

He chuckled, “I’m always cold, darling.”

“Cute, but what brings you by? I thought you were reading.”

“There’s too much chatter among the others. I can’t think with all that racket up there.” Astarion’s face softened as he continued, “But now I’m down here with you... and… I think we need to talk.”

He hates you.

“What’s wrong?” She turned to face him, hoping to any divine that her face wouldn’t betray her fear. Another gust of wind picked her hair up, flowing it delicately behind her.

“Listen, I… had a plan." A puzzled look, but he continued, " A nice, simple plan. Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me.” His smile attempted to make light of his words, but his eyes betrayed his sorrows, “All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was… not fall for you. Which is where my nice, simple plan… fell apart.”

Kaledia kept silent, taking in what he was confessing. See? None of it was real.

“It was… instinctive. 200 years a slave, using my body to bring targets back to him… old habits die hard in the face of uncertain survival.” His breath was shaky- was that a tear in his eye?, “I just… feel awful. You’re incredible. You’ve done amazing things since the crash, bringing me along for the ride. You’ve fallen for a façade and I… I want this…  I want us to be real.” His hands were trembling ever so slightly.

There was heartbeats of silence. Had he fucked this up? Astarion held his breath unconsciously, mind racing and waiting for any response. A slap. A scream. Hells, even if she drove a spike through his chest he wouldn’t blame her rage. All he’d done was use her since the tadpole invaded his body. Was that what he’d become- an invasion to her body?

Her next words surprised him.

“Starlight, I’ve always cared for you.” His nickname on her tongue always sounded like honey. Kaledia took a step, closing the distance between them.

Tears brimmed in his eyes, a quiet whisper breathed out, “Really?”

She closed her eyes. A psionic pulse encapsulated their small space on the beach. Astarion felt their adventures up to this point rush to the forefront of his memory. Their first meeting at the crash site, grabbing arms so they didn’t fall into the hole in the spider’s cave, the entirety of the temple of Selune, the tiefling kids in the Grove, the tiefling party… their first time as they snuck away from camp. In each wave of memory, all he could feel was wonder and love. From her perspective, he’s always been Astarion- not just a spawn.

“It’s always you, my love.” Kaledia opened her eyes, the psionic wave dissipating. “It’s never been about looks or what you can do for me.”

Astarion’s voice caught in his throat, unable to shake the anxiety he now found himself in. This was all new territory… was such love able to be given to someone like him? He gingerly held out his hand, waiting to see what she would do.

Please take it.

She grasped his hand, brining it up to her lips. A gentle kiss grazed his fingers before she rested his palm on her cheek. Kaledia visibly relaxed at his touch, leaning into his palm.

“May I hug you?” Her amethyst eyes looked up. He knew he could say no and she wouldn’t think less of him for it.

He nodded silently in response, a tear escaping down his cheek.

“You don’t have to lick love off of knives, Astarion.” A gentle whisper in his ear, “Love can be freely given, without anything expected in return.”

His breath hitched, arms delicately holding her close. She could pull away if she wanted- could still escape and save herself from the burden of loving such a lost boy. Who are you without Cazador? Are you worthy of love in this void of lost identity? Who is Astarion, and does he deserve what others are willing to give? After everything you’ve done? After who you’ve done?

A sudden wave from the lake lurched on the couple. The water was so cold, Kaledia shrieked and lost her balance. Astarion tried to catch her, but fell beside her into the water. They were soaked, head to toe.

Kaledia’s breath gasped, sitting up in the frigid water. She wiped algae from her eyes and pulled her hair back from her face. Astarion sat up beside her, spitting more water from his mouth.

The absurdity of it all… she couldn’t help but laugh. He joined in, realizing she wasn’t laughing at him. After helping each other stand up, she brought his face close. Their soaked foreheads touched in another tender moment.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Hand in dripping wet hand, they began their walk back up the hill to the Inn.

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Shadowheart elbowed Rho in the ribs, “What was that for?”

The drow winced before ducking back under cover. She snuck another peek at the shore before responding, “I got tired of waiting.”

“They’ve been fucking for weeks!” A harsh whisper.

“Yeah, but they just now fell in love.” Rho massaged her ribs, “Sometimes a good cold shower snaps people out of their anxiety spirals.”

[sleepy-bear-tm]

Tried to make a poster for my story <3

[lizzybeeee]

When you spend 20 years attempting to bring down the child slavery, murdering, human trafficking exploitation ring that stole your childhood, murdered your friends, and killed countless innocents only to have them rebrand as 'Noble Freedom Fighters™' off-screen.

[magenta-storm]

#remember the days when this show gave us one semi-incestuous relationship after the other?#i miss that a lot#i freaking love how esther stroking finn's cheek is so loving and so creepy at the same time#it's love; but dysfunctional love#because these people are incapable of loving each other in ways that are healthy and sane#this show truly reached its peak when it zoomed in on all the ways this family is messed up#the originals

“In some senses, it’s borderline kind of an odd-relationship, too close between a mother and a son in some circumstances, which is quite an interesting play, I think.” - Casper Zafer on Finn and Esther’s relationship (x)

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[jugacolours]

[zivazivc]

“Floyd, could you sing to me?”

The big brother looked up from where he was tucking the blanket under Branch’s feet. “Sure thing,” he said with a light smile.  “What would you like to hear? A lullaby?”

“I don’t know,” Branch mumbled as he nestled his head into the pillow. “You choose.”

Floyd could still see a crease of worry between his baby brother’s brows. He softly brushed a thumb over it in a silent reassurance that everything was going to be okay before he turned around to reach for their dad’s old guitar.

I think Floyd would often sing to Branch to get him to fall asleep, usually the songs and lullabies their parents sang when the older four were still little.

I know in the movie it seemed like they all left right after their fight, but I like to imagine that they just stormed off to cool off and that they actually left in the following days. And that this was the last song Floyd sang for Branch that night. :')

Both Sides Now (specifically this cover by Voncken) Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They snow and rain on everyone So many things I would've done But clouds got in the way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's clouds’ illusions, I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancin' way you feel When every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughin' as you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions, I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now my friends, they’re acting strange They shake their heads, and say I've changed Well, something's lost, but something's gained In living life each day I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down And give and take And win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions, I recall I really don't know life... I really don't know life at all

[palskippah]

I LOVE BROPPY

*gives them babies*

[hualianschild]

both jinshi and mao mao not being given enough attention and love during their childhood made them emotionally repressed yet so different from each other here we have jinshi who acts like a child sometimes (I relate so hard) whenever he's in his comfort zone or around people he doesn't mind being childish in front of (maomao, suiren and gao shun) and he puts on his 'I'm perfect in every single aspect and idc abt your crush on me' persona and then we have maomao who thinks being empathetic towards other brings more troubles than its worth and doesn't wanna let others see that she cares but she does she acts all tough and shit but she's such softie inside and won't hesitate to do act of services for the people she loves and oh how much I love this dynamic and analyzing things like these

[moonyfr]

This is so Jegulus coded.

[sleepire]

SCREAMING.

[demaparbat-hp]

“Zuko?” Ming searched for the Prince in his silence. He was staring intently out of the window, mouth blown wide open, eyes distant and awed and sincere. Oh. His whisper was a fragile, breathless thing.

“We're here.”

Ming’s doubts and concerns are hers alone, but that doesn't mean the rest of the Crew doesn't share them. This sudden mission, Zuko's change in attitude, his obsession with the Water Tribes...

Ming tries to discover the root of it all in For the Spirits Chapter VIII: Make You Stay, but will Zuko let her in?

[katebeckets]

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