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[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

💜💜💗💪🎧!!!

daww :)) <3

[lazylittledragon]

bg3 x taskmaster filed under 'things that are funny to me and nobody else'

[inquissien]

A kitten at heart

[obsob]

to be loved is to be held!!! print

[hekuuu]

mixed signals

[carebeardean]

Charles whose dad smashed his cassette tape with a hammer learns to navigate the backpack cause, like, he needs to be useful, yeah?

and this way Charles has everything Edwin needs, and if Edwin gets sick of him he’ll just.. he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

but then Edwin gets the record player.

he suggests, tentatively, that Charles might play some of his “queen” if he liked. after all, if they are to haunt potential realtors away from their new office, they may as well entertain themselves.

so they take turns, switching out; edwin likes opera. he shows Charles how to waltz, chiding Charles to stop looking at his feet til they’re gliding, whirling around like they’re in the movies. Edwin’s smile is small and pleased and lovely. (Charles attempt to get Edwin to headbang along to queen results in a sort of awkward rhythmic nodding. Charles loves him so much he could die again.)

And, like. Edwin doesn’t like clutter. he doesn’t bother with the random tidbits ghosts give them for solving cases.

until now, apparently.

now he comes back from trading at the goblin market with little useless things—a cursed rubix cube, records from bands Charles mentioned years ago.

Charles is so busy trying to subtly read his book on Edwardian courting rituals (disguised by Nikos discreet manga covers) that he doesn’t realize what Edwin’s set down in front of him. he stares at Edwin’s spiky handwriting, the tidy numbered list.

“I thought, perhaps, that we might—start a new tradition.”

Charles blinks, eyes stinging. “Mate, did you.. make me a mixtape?”

“Crystal assisted me, and while she was absolutely insuffer—“ Edwin staggers, catching him with a surprised little noise.

“I love you so much,” Charles says, muffled into his throat. “You’re my favorite person. I love you so much it hurts, sometimes.”

“Yes,” Edwin says softly, hands curling around his waist. He takes Charles weight like it’s nothing. “I believe I know the feeling.”

this is a longer fic on ao3 now!

[mari-lair]

cook acquired!

[kiaraalazulu]

Pyrrha Dve Appreciation <3

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[krussyarts]

Hello gay robot fans

(Edit) I've heard your cries, I'm working on a part 2

Meanwhile~

[beebundt]

thinking a little too much abt durge/orin sibling relationship rn. 🩸ft. my durge (briar, they/them)

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[lazylittledragon]

the only thing scarier than vampire lords/mind flayers/death cults is meeting the in-laws

[nocek]

Miguel is the plan guy in this triad (however useless it is with a chaos incarnate in it) and he'll make sure of it one bad fashion statement at a time.

[adaki]

GIRLS NITE OUT >_< ((clockwork could not make it)) (wip)

[dramatic-dolphin]

when they tried to implement the five p.e. classes weekly at our high school, they could only do so by making students stay past classes for extra sport once a week, but you were exemp from that if you had a note that you practiced a sport regularly somewhere else.

upon hearing this, one of my classmates complained that she did not do sports and couldn't get a note, and one of my friends jumped in with "oh, don't worry, i can get you a forgery if you want! :)" and our p.e. teacher said, long-suffering, "please discuss that somewhere i can't hear you"