#this one was FUN!

[iasminomarata]

it's a new day ☀️✨

[wormwoodandhoney]

comp titles challenge: anon suggested, carmen sandiego meets the twilight zone

marisol is a thief. she works for a shadowy agency but she doesn't ask questions- that's not her job. this changes, unfortunately, when she is asked to steal a very unique map. suddenly, no matter where she goes in the world, she finds herself mixed up in unusual mysteries, from talking dolls to doppelgängers to small towns with a secret. where is she going next? the map will tell her, leading her to a new location each time she unfolds it. what will she find there? something incredibly weird and creepy, probably. at least the agency flies her first class.

[solarmorrigan]

💘 for the ask game? Might have a preference for the dare kiss if the inspo strikes you... 👀

Inspo did, in fact, strike me (thank you for the prompt!)

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

Prompt from this post

CW: alcohol use

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Eddie doesn’t know whose brilliant idea this was, but they owe him for emotional damages.

Like–

Look, Eddie had really only ever attended high school parties as a dealer, had had very little interest in them otherwise, and thus has never played any of those cheap excuses for a chance to swap spit that they called games. Not truth or dare, not seven minutes in heaven, and not—Eddie watches in dizzy fascination as the empty beer bottle twirls and twirls in the center of the circle—spin the bottle.

Except someone had suggested it, and the rest of them had been just drunk enough to decide it was a great idea and join in.

Except Eddie is pretty sure this game is supposed to be played with classmates you don’t really know; people you barely remember in the morning and whose eyes you can avoid in the hallways at school on the following Monday – not two girls Eddie helped save the world with, the boyfriend of one of the aforementioned girls (and possibly the boyfriend of the aforementioned boyfriend? Eddie’s not sure what’s going on there), three guys he’s been friends with since middle school, and–

–the bottle stops, and Robin lets out a whoop. It’s pointing to the spot directly to Eddie’s right, the spot filled with none other than–

Steve Harrington.

The current bane of Eddie’s existence, with his stupid, pretty face and his stupid, soft-looking hair and his stupid, dry sense of humor and the way he’s stupidly sweet to Eddie and the way he’s smiling at stupid, stupid Eddie right now, who has a stupid, embarrassing crush on the guy, and now Eddie has to kiss him because the beer bottle says so. It’s the law, or something.

Eddie swears he hasn’t actually had that much to drink; he’s pretty sure proximity to Steve just does this to his brain.

Steve keeps smiling at him, amused, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Well?” he goads gently, elbowing Eddie in the side. “You gonna back down, or are you gonna kiss me, Munson?”

And– okay, one, Eddie has never backed down from a dare in his life, mostly because he operates on at least seventy-five percent impulsive thought power, and two, there’s no way Eddie isn’t going to take the chance to kiss Steve. It might not be the way he wants, but it also might be the only chance he’s going to get, so he turns and curves a hand at the side of Steve’s jaw—to steady Steve or to steady himself or maybe because he just wants to touch—and leans in and presses his lips to Steve’s.

And he tries to keep it PG, alright? He tries to keep it close-mouthed and soft, as easy and meaningless as the short kiss Robin had laid on him a few moments ago that had made it his turn to spin the bottle in the first place – he tries, but then someone (maybe Gareth? Hard to say, the world outside of Steve and Eddie has gone a little wishy-washy) shouts, “You call that a kiss?” and, well–

Eddie’s never backed down from a dare in his life.

(And if this is the only opportunity he’s going to have to kiss Steve, he figures he might as well milk it for all it’s worth.)

So he tilts his head, and parts his lips, and finds that Steve’s tongue is already there, hot and wet and licking into his mouth like he’s starving for it, teasing Eddie’s tongue back into his own mouth and sucking, and–

Eddie pulls back before the embarrassing noise he can feel building up in his chest can work its way free. He blinks at Steve, who is staring right back, eyes wide and starry, pupils blown, his mouth still hanging open a little as he pants for air, his bottom lip full and shiny in a way that makes Eddie want to dive right back in and bite him a little bit.

In fact, he’s very close to doing just that until someone’s voice breaches their little bubble.

“Well, Steve?” Robin prods, sounding far too amused for anyone’s good. “Are you gonna take your turn?”

“Nah.” Steve shakes his head, eyes still trained on Eddie as he stands up. “I think I’m out. Eddie?”

Eddie’s on his feet before Steve can even finish saying his name. “Right behind you.”

And then Steve is smiling again, eager and maybe—dare Eddie think it—a little smitten, and he grabs Eddie’s hand to drag him somewhere a little more private, somewhere away from the catcalls coming at them from the circle of friends they’re leaving behind, who Eddie pays absolutely no mind to because finding the nearest clear surface he can crowd Steve against feels more important.

Eddie doesn’t know whose brilliant idea spin the bottle was, but he owes them a goddamn fruit basket.

[ffxivaltaholic]

All Saint's Wake - Zhira

[anistarrose]

Angus McDonald barrels down a jam-packed Neverwinter boulevard, weaving between passerby and bouncing up on the tips of his toes to ensure he won’t lose sight of his quarry. World’s greatest detective he may be, but he’s also just a little boy — while his suspect is a full-grown man, moving at a brisk pace in his own right and even deploying an occasional brusque nod to part the crowd.

Luckily, though, his cloak sheds black feathers that drift lazily through the air behind him, so there’s just no way that Angus is losing sight of that trail.

Angus is almost out of breath when finally, with one surreptitious glance around, the man peels off from the crowd. He steps into a not-quite-perpendicular alley, slowing his pace as the shadows surround him, and Angus suppresses a victorious snicker.

Just the opportunity he’s been waiting for. He weaves between an elderly orc couple, ducking underneath their arms with a brief apology, and follows in his suspect’s footsteps, darting around the corner.

The alley in question’s wide, but still poorly lit, and ill-taken care of — a boarded-up window on one side, a pile of discarded and slowly wilting potted plants on the other. The man in the cloak, however, is clearly from another part of town, if even from Neverwinter at all. He has several silver rings on each hand, long dreadlocks braided with beads of sapphire, and odd, wine-red irises that fixate on Angus the second he comes within ten feet.

Angus may be a fancy little boy, but this is a very, very fancy man, and there’s simply no telling how he’ll react to Angus doing his detective’s duty. Yet, at the end of the day, there’s also only one way to find out.

“Hello, sir!” Angus says, smiling brightly as he holds up several shed raven feathers. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but it appears that that cloak of yours is incredibly illegal under the Fantasy Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918!”

“Is it —” The man’s brow furrows with confusion, immediately removing any bonus to intimidation checks that he might’ve previously enjoyed. “Is it really 1918 already?”

Oh, boy, Angus thinks.

(keep reading on ao3!)

[theblueeyedeagle]

“You hear all sorts of wild tales about Alchemists. Now that I know the Gold Coin Fruit actually exists, though, perhaps it’s all true.”

[onthewaytosomewhere]

David POV. David meets Alex. 🥰🐶

oh Mags this one was fun and came super quick so thanks 💚

Sniff, sniff. Why does this man smell like Henry? A lot like Henry. He looks familiar, too. Like he’s one of the people in that box Henry is always holding. Oh, what’s he doing with those hands. Oh, that feels nice, okay maybe he can stay those hands are so nice for pets. Oh, Henry looks happy, too. Maybe this man can give pets and keep Henry happy. Woof! Oh, wait where are they going, can’t have that. I must keep the man with the good pets here. Why are they walking so fast? Why is the door closing? Wait!

woohoo this was not a drabble fail !!!! yay! lolz

[mywaywardcupcake]

for the pride art: anzu and the lesbian flag!!

Alexa, play “Pink Pony Club.”

[little-pup-pip]

Hello! Could I request a soft purple moodboard with a feminine vibe? I don't mind pacis + decorated is fine! :•) Thank you! Have a nice day/night!

Yes!!

[wetcatspellcaster]

Hi! 3, 8, 25 and 26 please

3. Directing them to attack/move in combat

"got to be cruel to be kind" "I hate to do this, but you leave me no choice" "magic is a tool, and you force me to wield it" "hmmm… but not too close, please" "time to craft a masterpiece... please, ignore the blood"

8. Companion/romance death reactions Companion: "I'm sorry! we'll get you back, I promise!" Romance: "no, my heart! ... now they will all burn"

25. Party banter with Astarion

Rosalie: Astarion... Astarion: gods, what is it now?! Rosalie: have you ever considered- Astarion: considered what? lying down in a field of wildflowers and staring at the clouds? baking cookies for our enemies? giving Cazador a hug, and seeing if that will be what fixes him? Rosalie: .... Rosalie: I was going to ask, 'have you ever considered enchanting your clothes, so the blood doesn't stain?' Astarion: .... Rosalie: because I mean, I could do that for you, if you'd like? Astarion: ...it's actually part of the aesthetic, darling. my thanks for the offer.

26. Party banter with Gale in Act 3 in the Lower City Rosalie: now, I hate to say it Gale: it's ok. whatever you're about to say, I'm already thinking it. Rosalie: compared to Waterdeep, the Gate is... Gale: ...worse Rosalie: so much worse! I mean, Waterdeep is bigger, but- Gale: -the smell! Rosalie: the smell! and the- Gale: rudeness. Rosalie: so rude! In Waterdeep, people smile at you on the street. Gale: the lady at the local library knew me by name, in fact. Rosalie: honestly, would it kill people to just be a little polite? Gate local [either Wyll, Shadowheart, or Astarion]: ...didn't both of you spend the last few years locked up indoors? Gale, Rosalie: .... Gale, Rosalie: now, quite frankly, that's beside the point!!!

Tav banter ask game! :D

[blu3haw4]

For the prompt thing, could you please do "how long have you been planning this? did i ever even know the real you?" thanks

Okay anon! Thank you for sending it in! From this post.

Here it goes

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"How long have you been planning this? Did i ever even know the real you?" Clarke gasp, a bit dramatic, she could admit that, but she wasn't sure how much to let on yet. After all, she had only just found -knock over- planning papers for a heist. As well as a picture of "The Ark", Arcadia's biggest bank.

"You don't know me, Clarke, so no, I guess you've never know the real me" Lexa deadpans, walking past Clarke, topless on her way to the small kitchen- surely looking for her shirt and bra.

"I certainly know some parts of you... intimately" Clarke can't help but mutter and it hits her then that Lexa didn't answer her first question.

With that same thought in mind and slightly distracted with the view of Lexa bending down to pick up her clothes, another sentence slips out "we've been fucking for months, a plan like that should've definitely taken you longer than-"

There's a pregnant pause; as Clarke closes her mouth, realizing she might have said too much, and Lexa straightens up, narrowing her eyes at her.

Catching fluffy pink cuff on her peripheral vision, and knowing there's surely no other way out but through, Clarke speaks again "i guess im gonna have to keep you lock in here" she sighs dramatically, moving to grab the cuffs.

"Excuse me?" Lexa sounds oh so very confused, and Clarke can't really blame her, she feels as though she's gone over three diferent character in all of the past two minutes. She keeps going anyways.

"Y'know? As sexual as this things are, they're actually as effective as real ones"

Lexa doesn't move as Clarke stalks over to her, all she does is forgo her bra as she buttons up her shirt. "You aren't a cop"

"How could you know that?" She stops only a few feet away from the brunette.

"Because I always do my research before bringing people home"

"Well you didn't do it well enough"

"You wouldn't be handcuffing me, with my own cuffs -sexual ones, no less- if you were. You'd also be reading me my rights" Lexa crossed her arms under her chest and raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Clarke.

"That I'm not a cop doesn't mean you succeed in you research" She sighs, opening the cuffs "I can't let you rob The Ark, Lexa"

"You don't have the means to stop me-"

"I do. And most importantly, i have the means to rob it myself"

[almayver]

I only put the ones with fun titles, the rest of my playlists are like “broadway” “emo music” “2 am” “Gay”

Thanks for tagging me @lazzarella !

Tagging the usual suspects (no pressure) and whoever wants!!

@wangxianinventedromance @perfectlypeachbear @alan-apologist

@volcaniclily @friendly-jester @claratyler @jojotichakorn

@dr-lizortecho @spcecowboyyy

[epiphanytear]

BTS and Dragons (6/7)

I wish you could love me again 💙

[tonberry-yoda]

I couldnt contain myself again im sorry☹️ Can i pls request No.3 with diavolo for the 1.5k event?

Im js craving diavolo content REAL BAD rn hgrgjfb diavolo my beloved

THANK U SMSM STAY HYDRATED<33333

Cheek Kisses - Diavolo

notes - AHHHH YESSSSS Literally I have never really simped for Diavolo and you converted me dude skdfjsjkldfksjdf And look at me! This was my last request for the event! Thanks so much for participating, it means the world! <3 Lots of love :) word count - 324 ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~

You sat alone at the dinner table. Again.

You knew that Diavolo was always busy, but you just didn't know with what. He wouldn't tell you anything about his job and you didn't mind if it really was something he couldn't share, but you would at least like to know when he was coming home.

You had a surprise lined up as it was your anniversary, but he still wasn't here, and you were sitting alone at the dinner table, letting the food go cold, letting the candle melt, and letting your nice outfit go to waste.

You ate a little bit, but in the end were to upset to continue, so you packed up the food and blew out the candle before going upstairs and putting on something comfortable. You were going to sleep alone. Again.

You didn't mean to curl up and cry, but you really missed him and missed communication.

You were sniffling in the dark and hugging a pillow, feeling pretty empty.

But then you felt something familiar wipe your tears and you sat up to see Diavolo in the dark.

You wiped your tears yourself, acting as if they weren't there, and Diavolo pet the top of your head. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." you whispered.

"Liar," he chuckled. "Tell me."

You sighed and hugged Diavolo, shutting your eyes tight. "It's our anniversary and I wanted to surprise you, but-"

You heard him curse under his breath. "Was it really? Cara, I am so sorry." He pulled back from the hug and cupped your face. "Forgive me. I will do anything for you, my love."

You cried softly while he held you and apologized softly under his breath.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.

You shook your head and looked at him with watery eyes. So, he pressed kiss after kiss onto your cheek, telling you exactly how he was going to make it up to you.

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[peppermintprincess-ava]

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