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But I’d knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

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Erik couldn’t sleep. 

Though, if he was being honest, sleep never came easy for him. Nightmares plagued him in both his waking hours and dreams for far too many years that it was hard to find solace in rest anymore. He thought he had gotten better at pushing the nightmares away, but it seemed the only time he ever knew true peace in his rest were the days he spent with Charles. 

Charles.

The name leaves a bitter taste in the back of his throat that is hard to swallow down. The piece of metal, a broken belt buckle he thinks, misses his hand as he ceases his idly fidgeting with it. He barely registers it hitting the floor with a distinct clink before he’s sitting up far too fast. That bitter taste nearly finds its way out of his mouth and he takes a moment to push it down. Charles. The memory of that man was a ghost. The memory of what they had haunted him with his nightmares. 

And yet, the memory remained fresh in his mind no matter how hard he tried. There had been so much he wanted to say, but never found the chance nor the words. Even as their paths crossed again and again in this twisting, tangling elaborate dance weaving in and out of the red threads of “fate” that threatened to strangle them both, Erik always let Charles go with what he always hoped was a final goodbye. Charles always let him go with that final goodbye. 

Only for them to come right back, clashing heads and ideologies once more.

The helmet lay nearby. It never strayed far from his side when he attempted to rest. The moment he laid down to the moment he got up, it was on his head, blocking out the world. Blocking out any attempt at Charles trying to reach out to him. He had gotten lucky so far that he’s never attempted to reach out in his sleeping hours. Maybe his assumption that Charles slept at the same time he did worked out in his favor for once.

Erik closes his eyes. Even if he couldn’t drift off to sleep, he could, at the very least, rest his eyes. With his eyes closed, body sinking into the mattress ever so slightly, he extends his senses far beyond sight and feel in the room. He hears the walls shift and creak. He smells the clean, fresh linen he slept on. It’s soothing enough to give him some form of peace, he thinks. Erik? Of course. Charles Xavier had to ruin this peace as well. A low growl is involuntary ripped from his throat as his eyes open. He could feel him in his mind, the gentle caress of his presence. But aside from saying his name, Charles is quiet. Waiting for a response, he assumes. What?

Having trouble sleeping, old friend?

You’re in my mind, Charles. Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answer?

Charles chuckles in his mind. Something twists and squeezes in Erik’s chest, but whether it’s rage or something else entirely is still unclear to him. He sits up, hearing and feeling the mattress creak underneath him

Funny, am I?

No, not at all.

He doesn’t have to be there in person to envision the grin he was no doubt trying to hide. His fingers twist into the linen underneath, resisting the urge to pull them off the edges of the bed. What do you want, Charles? He finally gets out, his internal dialogue just as snappy as his voice would have been if had spoken out loud. He falls quiet, but he lingers. He was certain that if he was able to, Erik could push himself into the telepath’s mind to see he was thinking of his response.

But he didn’t need telepathy to know what Charles Xavier was thinking. He never did.

I want to offer you peace, Erik.

The snort that leaves him is audible. You and your peace and your hope. How many times must we—

You misunderstand me. I wasn’t talking about our ideologies.

That gives him pause. The silence on his end hangs long enough for the other man in his head to continue.

I want to offer you a peaceful night. Let me block out those nightmares. 

Once again, Erik is at a loss for words. He knows Charles can feel and hear as he tries to make sense of what he’s said but thankfully, he keeps his comments to himself.

Are you even capable of doing such a thing this far apart?

Oh, my friend. When will you stop being surprised at what I am capable of?

The smile that comes to his face is met with little resistance. He knows it’s dangerous to allow him in when he would be at his most vulnerable and yet… A promise of comfort he hasn’t had in many months was far too tempting to deal with the repercussions of what tomorrow would bring if he allowed him to stay in his mind for a night. It doesn’t take long for Erik to find his answer, one he barely has to respond with before a wave of sleep washes over him and leads him laying his head back down into the pillows.

Sleep, Erik. I am here.

And he does, falling into peaceful darkness with a smile on his face.

[aerequets]

Oh. That was when it clicked for Yor. She knew this: the hollow aching in your chest, the near permanent dread that made eating a chore, the way all your muscles seemed to perpetually be tensed. It was the fear of the impermanent, the vulnerable.

the great thing about writing and drawing is i can draw what i write and write what i draw >:)

(this is then and now chapter 8)

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Season 1 Rarijack is really funny

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Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

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My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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Dawn pt. 5

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A fairy's aid ✨

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How do you think the Cullens would act around a disinterested crush? Maybe they're fated but reader isn't having it lol

(I love your twilight writing btw thank God someone is still doing it 🤤🤤)

ah it has been many moons since I've gotten a twilight request yay!

Cullen Clan Reacting To Their Crush Being Disinterested In Them

Carlisle Cullen

Being alive for just over 400 years tends to give one a good perspective on life and the bigger picture, and Carlisle sure has a pretty good idea of how all things pan out. So you're not interested in him? That's fine, Carlisle can wait for as long as you need to change your mind.

In the meantime, Carlisle will continue to maintain your friendship and continue to show just how hard he's worked to become the kind caring father figure he is. He knows you'll fall for him, eventually.

Esme Cullen

Obviously, she's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't return her feelings. But she might switch up how she shows her affection.

Rather than flirty winks and suspiciously candle-lit wine tastings, she'll back up to more traditionally motherly affections. Making sure you're eating right, baking cookies, etc. And of course, giving you homemade soup when you're sick is still one of her favourite things to do, no need to stop now.

Edward Cullen

Of course, you're not interested, how could anyone love a monster like him? Who did he think he was, thinking he was worthy of your love? Or so his inner monologue goes.

But it's really not that dramatic, it almost never is, Edward just sprung his crush on you suddenly and it caught you off guard. It was largely the excessively long preamble about how he was an irredeemable murderer that put you off first, but of course, he won't realise that until considerably later.

Rosalie Hale

She's a little relieved actually. All her mortal and immortal life, Rosalie has been aggressively pursued by people she wasn't particularly interested in, so the fact that she can crush on someone who isn't really that interested is a wonderful change of pace.

For the first time ever, Rosalie has butterflies in her stomach, she fumbles with her words when she speaks to you, and she feels like a silly, mortal teenage girl again, begging her mother to let her go to the dance just so she can sneak away to catch a glimpse of someone just like you.

Emmett Cullen

You and Emmett had been good friends for a while so when he casually drops a blissful "We should get married" into the conversation, you initially choke on your drink in laughter.

Emmett's a little heartbroken that you'd laugh at something like that, considering that he was being 100% serious. But since you've known him, the both of you have been constantly cracking up jokes, trying to get on each other's nerves, so no wonder you thought this was another one of his pranks. He decides to take this reaction as a blessing, you have no idea he's actually into you, now he knows he has to work out a different way to confess his feelings for you.

Alice Cullen

She's a little confused obviously, having multiple visions of the two of you in a romantic relationship kind of gave her the impression that it might've been going to come true, but your disinterest says something else altogether.

But the worst part is that those damn visions of you and her together keep coming back, taunting her, luring her in deeper to despair with the thoughts of what might be. It's all getting so intense, so she decides to skip town for a bit, see if that changes anything, or at least helps her clear her head.

Jasper Hale

Oh well, so you're not interested in a romantic relationship, so what? Doesn't mean you can't still be friends. Doesn't mean he can't be the charming Southern gentleman he is. Doesn't mean he can't still pull out chairs or open doors for you. Or send anonymous bouquets to your house. Or leave your favourite snacks in your locker when you're having a rough day. Of course not.

It doesn't mean he can't worry about other people who might want to date you. Doesn't mean he can't scare off people who'd be bad for you. I mean, what else are friends for?

[tenderleavesbob]

Warriors was trapped. He twisted and wiggled to test the limits of his captivity. It became immediately clear that his captors had no plans on letting him move at all or consider escape. He was beginning to lose feeling to his legs. His back ached. He could move his hands but couldn’t reach out or grab anything. 

With a sigh, Warriors accepted defeat and rested his head back on the wall. “Who knew he was such a lightweight?” 

Twilight snickered and sat on the edge of the bed beside Warriors. A flush from Telma’s whiskey still lit his cheeks, and his eyes looked a tad too bright. “I think he forgot to eat dinner. Only a fool drinks Telma’s good stuff on an empty stomach.”

Forgot to eat…? Warriors scowled at the snoring man sprawled across his chest. Time’s head rested over his heart, rising in time with Warrior’s breaths. He stretched over Warriors like a large, too-warm blanket. He smelled like Telma’s bar, and it made Warriors want to sneeze.

He also had his arms wrapped around Warriors like he was a stuffed animal. Warriors wiggled a bit, testing again, but Time’s grip was unrelenting.

“The idiot,” Warriors grumbled. Ah, what the hell. He was trapped, anyway, and it wasn’t like Twilight hadn’t seen it before. He started stroking Time’s back like he was one of Twilight’s cats. Time sighed happily, the ass. “I told him to eat. What did he do with his plate?”

“I think some cuccos ate it,” Twilight admitted. “There was a bunch of them, and Sky wasn’t there to shoo them away.”

Warriors stared at Twilight. “Cuccos. I… Never mind. So he drank on an empty stomach?”

“Yep,” Twilight drawled. “I’ll get some water and a potion for him. He’s gonna feel awful in the morning.”

Warriors huffed. “He deserves it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Twilight smiled at them like he was looking at a pile of puppies. If Time didn’t have Warriors so thoroughly trapped, he would hit his brother. “I’m not used to seein’ him like this, that’s all?”

Warriors scoffed. He continued petting Time, but it wasn’t like Time or Twilight was commenting. “What? Drunk and stupid?” In the morning, pre-potion, he and Time were going to have words about skipping dinner. It might even be included in his next letter to Malon.

“No. Cute.”

That caught Warriors off guard, but only for a moment. He rolled his eyes. Time mumbled something and nuzzled into Warriors’s chest. Warriors shook his head and rested his hand on the back of Time’s head, holding him close. “I told you so.”

“Yeah, but you also told me that he bites. I don’t believe that.”

Warriors raised an eyebrow at him. He had enough freedom in his right arm to hold it above Time’s body and show his wrist to Twilight. Twilight leaned forward and squinted. “Wait. Is that…?”

“Yep.”

“Did Time?”

“Yep.”

“...those are such tiny teeth marks!”

“He was a small thing then,” Warriors agreed. He resumed stroking Time’s back. Time relaxed even more into him. It felt like he gained another twenty pounds doing so. Warriors bravely hid a wheeze. “If you don’t believe me, Wind had some pictures saved from the war.” There was no way Wind would have deleted them. Not when they were good for sentiment and blackmail.

Twilight’s mouth parted slightly. His eyes shone. “Pictures? Of a baby Time?”

“Yep.”

“Oh, by the Spirits…”

Time mumbled something again and tightened his grip on Warriors. Warriors squeaked. “Ack! Twilight. My brother. I need a favor of you.”

“Help getting free?”

“What? No. When you bring Time his potion…” Warriors wiggled again. Yep. He had definitely lost feeling in at least one foot. “Bring me one, too, okay? By morning, I’ll need it.”

Twilight cackled but didn’t leave. Not yet. Warriors couldn’t blame him. Time was adorable like this.Even drooling on Warriors’s chest like he was, the little brat!

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I finished @somer-writes fic Burial Rites yesterday. Out of the many wonderful things about this fic, the one that delighted me the most was Sky and Twi's relationship. Here is my artistic interpretation.

[plistommy]

Steve who doesn’t know Eddie’s actual name is Edward until one night when Wayne gets annoyed by Eddie showing off his guitar skills to Steve in the middle of the night and comes banging to his door with a gruff ”Keep it down, Edward!”

They’d be silent for a while before Steve starts cracking up and Eddie groans at him to shut up.

Steve doesn’t bring the name up often. Only when he’s mad at Eddie or… when he wants to tease him in bed.

He’d moan ”Yes, Edward!” when Eddie fucks him and it would make Eddie pout down at him while he’d laugh his ass off at his boyfriends face.

Eddie would always punish him for it.

Not that Steve minded.

[twilightwrites]

"Threaten me more, Freddie, go on~" c:

Sometimes, he didn't know if he wanted to punch Vax in his stupid face or kissed him until he couldn't breathe. This was one of those times.

The rogue is grinning at him with an arrogant half-smile, head cocked to the side. One hand which holds a dagger is pinned above his head by Percy's own, the other has a firm hold on the collar of his coat, keeping the fabric bunched up in his fist. There's the press of a barrel against the underside of Vax's chin, tucked between his neck and jaw- It's unloaded. Always unloaded. He would never forgive himself if he took Vax's life- as Percy snarls. The sound is low and dangerous, but Vax doesn't flinch.

"Threaten me more, Freddie, go on.~" His tongue presses against the back of his two front teeth and it takes all of his willpower to not jam his gun into that stupid little mouth.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll shut the hell up." There's a flash of something in his eyes. Something dark, something Percy thought was long gone. Vax still doesn't flinch, and the smugness on his face never falters.

"Make me."

The gun is thrown aside, the dagger falls to the floor, and there's an audible slam as Percy pins Vax to the wall. There's a hand in his hair, pulling hard, while his coat is yanked off by the other. Percy's own hands find work in gripping Vax's hips hard enough to leave bruises in their wake.

There's no personal space, and as Percy's lips smash into Vax's, teeth rattling against teeth, he can hear the half-elf groan in between the brutal treatment.

"I'm going to break you, Vax'ildan." He snarls in that low, dangerous tone again, staring at Vax's red and swollen lips. The words take a moment or two for Vax to process, but once they do, that taunting grin returns.

"Why, Freddie, I would be hurt if you didn't."

[aerequets]

more on this fic because QuirkCire commented "Theo fanboying over Yor and Twilight mistaking it for interest in her because he also kinda fanboys over Yor too was hilarious" and. LMAO UR SO RIGHT

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I'm not the kind of person that's like "Here let me fix the canon" usually but like holy crap gen 5 implied a lot of messed up shit about our hero Twilight Sparkle lmao

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Little critters

Pairing: paul lahote x fem!reader

Type: requested

Warnings: nothing, pure fluff!!

Word count: approx 800

Requests: open! for twilight wolfpack, narnia and heartstopper

A/n: loved loved this request it's so cute and I think the vibes are adorable hehe seeing sam being so soft for emily🥺 so thank you again for this nice request I always love writing for you guys

"Aren't you the most adorable little creatures I have ever seen?" "You're so cute. I want to keep you forever!"

Passersby probably took Emily and you for some deranged ladies when they saw you crouched in an alley, apparently talking to the ground.

But they couldn't see the adorable little balls of fur meowing back at you with impressive intelligence lighting their eyes. You were leaving the grocery store when you had heard plaintiff meowing sounds and discovered kittens shivering in an old cardboard box.

There was two of them, a fiery black one, who hissed when you first came close, and a grey one who immediately approached you, looking for pets. It had been 10 minutes, and since then, you had dug in your bags to give them water and food. By the way they devoured the bit of ham you gave them, you knew they had been there for a while.

"We can't leave them here," sighed Emily as she petted the black cat on her thighs. The grumpy cat had seemed to take a liking to her incredibly quickly.

"But where can we bring them? I'm scared if we leave them at the pound, they'll be forgotten," you pondered while delicately petting the gray head of the little critter bundled up in your lap.

As if you had just communicated telepathically, you and Emily looked up with a knowing light in your eyes.

Without having a plan, you brought the kittens back to Emily's to give them proper shelter and a long-awaited bath.

The four of you were now on the couch, extenuated after this eventful day. Junior and Paulie, the names you had settled on because of their resemblances with your boyfriends, were sprawled before the fire.

You had just started preparing dinner when you heard familiar howls from the forest. Seconds later, the seven members of the pack entered the cabin. Distracted by the smell of food, they didn't seem to notice the new presence of the two fur balls. Sam immediately headed for Emily to hug her and kiss her cheek. You smiled at the happy couple as you felt a pair of warm hands grab your hips. You smiled and melted into the muscular arms wrapped around your figure.

"Hey, you." "Hey," you answered, a smile in your voice. "What have you been up to?" he sweetly asked.

You tensed at his question, your eyes immediately finding Emily's. Through all your excitement, you didn't have a plan on how to tell seven werewolves you were planning on keeping two kittens.

"Well, actually, it's pretty funny," you started as you turned to face your boyfriend's suspicious expression. You tried delaying your explanation when you heard Seth's excited scream.

"Oh my god! Where do those kittens come from?! They're so adorable!!" he cooed before dropping on his tummy to try and pet them.

"Kittens?!" exclaimed Sam with a questioning look at Emily.

The pack gathered in the living room, observing the two cats, unbothered as ever, lying in front of the fire.

"We found them across the grocery store. We couldn't leave them there to fend for themselves!" explained Emily as she walked to little Sam Junior. The antisocial cat lifted a heavy eyelid at the disruption of his nap, only to meow and lift his head in search of pets when he noticed who it was. She grabbed the kitten in her hands, bringing him close to her chest with an adoring smile. The little beast softly purred in her arms. It was impossible to deny the special bond they already shared.

You looked at Sam with a glimmer of hope. The look he gave Emily as he saw how happy she was told you everything you needed to know.

"What's his name?" he asked with a defeated sigh as he neared the pair. The little kitten carefully sniffed his hand before allowing him to scratch his head.

"Actually," Emily looked at you with a conniving smile. "With his black fur and protective instinct, he made me think of you, I thought we could call him Sam Junior."

Your little crowd chuckled at the name and the resemblance between the two.

"Junior, eh? Sounds about right." He smiled softly. Whenever Emily was concerned, Sam was as docile as the cat in her arms.

Suddenly, a soft nudge on your shins surprised you. You looked down to realize it was the gray kitten. You felt your heart melt at the display of affection and lifted him carefully from the floor.

"Oh, don't even think about it," uttered Paul as he noticed how you looked at each other.

You pouted your lower lip, bringing the little kitten next to your cheek. "Please, please, please, please," you pleaded. "His name's Paulie," you added with a cheeky smile.

Your boyfriend looked at you with incredulous eyes.

"I see it, Paul. He looks like you," added Sam with a teasing grin and a lift of his shoulders, as if to say 'You know they've already won bud'

He stayed silent, observing your pouty face and the sleepy kitten in your arms. Before finally saying, "Werewolves with kittens?"

You gave him a little nod. "Yeah, I guess that can work," he conceded with a grin.

[bixels]

A color variant of The Grand Galloping 20's cover from the cheaper paperback edition issued in 1931.

Included is a scan of one of the paperback's pages.