#this took ages bye

[thecranekick]

do i love you? do i hate you? i can't make up my mind.

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[iamacolor]

Should we break the clock? Should we? Let's try that.

LOVELY RUNNER - EPISODE 12

[pluvio-floret]

Ah, tragedy au (said like Dungeon Meshi. Winged Lion voice.)

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[en-gelic]

moots as emoji and kpop !

kpop...? 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

@07sleepykatz as 🌷🦌

@luvlyhee as 🌌

@hoonion as 🌑 (why tf does the moon emoji look so bad)

@fleurre as🌸

@jakesangel as 🩰

@allurecile as 🍄🥶 (iykyk)

@sjyunnsworld as 🍒🍷

@bunnbam as 🧸

@jlheon as 🍹🌺

@flwrstqr as 🐇🍰

@jwsdoll as 🍓🍁

@onlyjjong as 🎀

@hyeinism as 🦢💌

@sunrenity as 🥕🪐

@zhounauts as 🧺🎐

@lcvclywon as 🌀✈️

@cupidriki as 💟🏹

@graceeshii as 🥐☕

@kareyuns ☎️🍉

[antiadvil]

imgflip lets you use AI to generate ten memes a month. some of them are actually really funny and some are really bad. here you go

[xhylin]

OKAY!! finally done with this fanart........ gaeher

ok I can't lie though, this took me about two weeks collectively, and I'm very proud of hoe this came out!! I have... an unhealthy obsession with Viktor, is the only way to put it, and I have a billion more ideas starring HIM!! so,,, might post some other fanart with Viktor or something?

requests are open, so if anyone would like a specific character from Arcane (or literally anything else), feel free to pop a rq in the question box!!

hope u guys like this I swear to God I lost a piece of my soul while doing this aaaa

have a nice day y'all!!!!!

[mothwing-weekly]

Mothwing Weekly - 17

[theaologies]

ITS BEEN TEN YEARS

[graveyarrdshift]

[hoshinomulti]

New oc coming soon... I'll give y'all a hint: it's another Pokémon oc

[agent-cupcake]

Not to be a hipster but I simped for Lahabrea before he was revealed to be a sexy old man

[2chaotic4u]

ok so last post got alot of likes soo time to show off the bucket.

yeah.

[bodysnatch3r]

MIEN'HAREL | PART ONE: ALL NEW

CHARACTERS: Solas; Felassan; Mythal; Ghilan'nain; Andruil; Imshael; Geldauran; Anaris; Abelas; Original Elvhen Characters.

RELATIONSHIPS: Solas & Felassan; Solas/Felassan (Slow Burn); Solas & Mythal; Solas & Original Elvhen Characters.

RATING & WARNINGS: Mature; Graphic Depictions of Violence; Major Character Death. This fic does not follow Veilguard's established lore for Solas, as it was drafted much earlier than the game's release.

A spirit is called from the world that dreams into the world that wakes. He is given the name Solas, and then he is told to forget he ever was a spirit at all. He grows up as the son of a scullery maid, a servant of Mythal the All-Mother, and knows no life but the life of the incarnated. Until his brother is kidnapped by Andruil, on the hunt for fresh blood to feed her Champion's vile experiments. Solas attempts to petition Mythal for his brother's release, but is offered an alternative instead: work for the Mother of the Evanuris, rise through the ranks, and gain enough power to free his brother himself. But unknown to him, and to the other Evanuris, history is being nudged (or perhaps shoved), and Solas will soon find himself in the position to change the course of Elvhenan forever.

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[ineffabeatlemindpalace]

Last ever seminar of this degree: ✅

[suhtorus]

kiss it better. gojo satoru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, dad!gojo + mom!reader, slice of life, two unnamed sons aged 5 and 2, mentions of injury but nothing serious.

little sunshines au

parenthood with satoru is pretty easy—for the most part. even with two toddlers running all over the gojo estate, him behind their little heels, and being the reason for their squeals and giggles.

he's the playful and doting father, unless his wife's safety is compromised.

you couldn't erase the wide-eyed looks of your two sons from your mind. their usually cheeky grins pulled down into pouts as they sniffled.

"baby, talk to me. can you move your leg?"

their cries were cut off as satoru slammed the door of your bedroom in their scared little faces, hovering around you frantically after placing you down on the mattress, all while checking your injured leg.

"don't shut them off," you ignored his question and immediately tried to sit up, only to feel your knee throb in pain. but even with distress all over your face, you scolded your fretting husband. "they're scared, let them in."

so when the door opened and revealed their tearful eyes, the two boys quickly ran towards you, tiny arms wrapping tightly around you while hiding their faces in your neck.

"it's just an ouchie." the gentle words of reassurance from you quickly got their attention.

big, curious eyes stared at you as the sniffles subsided, satoru took this as an opportunity to wipe the snot from their faces.

your oldest was first to speak after his dad helped him blow his nose, "we can kiss it better."

with an eager nod and a wobbly pout, the youngest gojo agreed with his brother, looking adorably alike to his father.

satoru remained silent, feeling shame for how he had acted. in his defense, his heart dropped when he saw his dear wife fall to the ground with a scream of pain—all because of a lego.

the two boys kissed your cheeks and waited, watching for any signs of your ouchie being nursed back to health. so, with an exaggerated gasp, you brought them closer and squeezed them in your arms.

"oh my gosh, I'm healed! it doesn't hurt anymore!"

satoru found himself deflating against the wall, watching his little family fondly. he could see the purple bruise forming on your knee, and still, you showered your babies with kisses. his heart jumped when your hand reached out to his, calling him towards the family hug.

"I should've caught you."

the ghost of his lips against your neck felt soothing, the weight of the three gojo boys on top of yours a reminder of how fortunate your life is—to be blessed with a loving husband and two healthy sons.

with tender caresses to the back of his head, you hoped to ease your husband's guilt. "like I said, it's just an ouchie."

but when that didn't seem to work, his pouty lips turning into a frown, you turned to your sons.

"and my sweet babies already healed it. right, nuggets?"

"yes, mama." once again, your oldest was quick to reply, nodding vehemently at his sulking dad. "papa, we healed mama. okay?"

"ouchie, buh-bye!"