#went a little ham with this

[dipperscavern]

icl I want Jon snow to wrap his arms around me and tell me everything’s gonna be okay 😔✌️

jon snow is… he just has this calming aura about him, it’s so hard to explain. like, everything is just okay when you’re with him. and his touch reassures that thought.

let’s say this is after his resurrection. you can hardly believe he’s alive — you watched him die. and sometimes, it feels like you’re right back at that day, your legs in the snow as you kneel next to your dead lover. some days it feels like he’s still dead, and sometimes, your nightmares don’t remember he’s alive either.

sometimes you fall asleep, and you dream of him surrounded. surrounded by men that swore oaths, men that claimed to be brothers, men that fought beside jon. men that were under his command. you dream of the different knives that enter his body, and it all goes painstakingly slow. it never ends fast enough, and all you can do is watch. for a dream, it’s pretty accurate. you watch the blood trickle out of him and look at the knife that stopped his heart — and you remember the patches of red snow in those exact places.

you always wake startled. opening your eyes, and immediately sitting up with a hand on your chest. your eyes scan the room for the men you saw in your dream, and they also scan for the man in the snow. for jon.

he’s always been a light sleeper, but since joining the watch and enduring his wildling escapade, he’s able to wake on a moments notice. as soon as you sit up, his eyes peel open. he turns to find you looking around the room, as you’ve done before, and he sits up as well. your eyes fly to him, and you visibly relax seeing him. seeing him alive.

“What’s happened?” he asks, reaching a hand out to your cheek. his touch relaxes you more, but there’s still worry etched in your features.

“Nothing… I just-“ you shake your head, swallowing. “we’re alright, get some sleep.”

you feign anything being wrong. but jon knows you better, and your mannerisms betray you. your words speak of security, but the way your eyes focus on a distant wall, and your fingers begin to trace your chest tell a different story.

jon moves his thumb to the other side of your chin, and uses his hand to tilt your head towards him. eventually, reluctantly, your gaze follows. you make eye contact, and you begin to crumble under his gaze. his pupils have grown since he’s woken, they move. they’re alive, and so is he. his lashes flutter as he blinks. he’s okay. the tap of jon’s fingers against your cheek snap you back to reality.

“Tell me.”

“Jon…”

his gaze is unwavering, and you sigh. he’s the one who lived through this, why should you be so affected? you hate bringing it up, not wanting him to relive the day it happened. he-

“Bad dreams?”

you hate when he doesn’t let you think. you nod, feeling silly. but truthfully, you can’t hold it in forever. your fingers begin to trace your chest again as you drop your gaze.

“I always see you in the snow. You stained it red.”

jon takes a moment, looking at you. to have someone care for you so, he thinks.

his hand leaves your cheek, and wraps around your own. he brings it to his bare chest, and you feel his heartbeat beneath his skin. his warm skin. it’s warm because his blood is flowing, not cold and clammy, like the day of red snow. he gauges your reaction, eyes never leaving you. your gaze is fixed on his chest, on where your hands meet over his heart. the heart that’s moving, pumping blood to the rest of his body. your pupils dilate, and jon has to resist the overwhelming urge to kiss you — because god, how lovely are you?

you move both of your hands to his neck, right under his jaw. his pulse point, and it thrums under your fingers. it’s moving, it’s alive, and so is he. he looks at you, and how focused you are on him. it makes him nervous, and his pulse changes, beginning to hammer under your touch. the hint of a smile graces your features, breaking eye contact with his neck to look at him directly. he’s already looking at you. he always is.

he’s alive. he’s alive now, and you have him. he’s here with you, not out in the cold, blood dripping onto the frost covered ground. your eyes begin to water, and you drop your head. you hate crying in front of other people. he hates when you cry. your hand breaks from him to wipe away your tears, and his own goes to cradle your cheek as he did earlier. he leans in, pressing small chaste kisses to anywhere he can reach. anywhere he can soothe. your temple, your cheek, kissing your tears away before wrapping his arms around you.

his touch is comforting. it’s everything and more. he’s touching you, he’s warm, and he’s safe. jon’s safe, and he’s right here.

“It’s alright. I’m alright… ‘m right here.”

you lean your head against his chest, and bring your hand to rest on his neck. your fingers rest on his thrumming pulse point once more. you spend some time like that, wrapped in each other, savoring each others presence. he eventually moves you both to lay down, and you rest your head on his chest. you trace his skin, the heat of it making your fingers tingle. it’s not long before you can’t keep your eyes open any longer, and the sound of his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

[kesopan]

hii, can i ask for mobei jun brushing shang qinghua's hair and looking at him lovingly? ur art is amazing btw(ᐡ⸝⸝𖦹 ̫ 𖦹⸝⸝ᐡ)

thank you for the kind words!! (^^ゞ

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital illustration of Alice Dyer from The Magnus Protocol hunched in on herself, smiling nervously as ten security cameras with red eyes on the lenses surround her, recording her closely. The image is lit with red from the cameras and the shadows are blue-green. end ID]

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the best day to post this? the actual date of trans day of visibility. the second best? MAGNUS PROTOCOL THURSDAY BABEYYYY!!!!

i present to you the Most Visible Transgender In This Podcast Right Now. she is Not happy about it <3

[salamispots]

more various sea angel friend stuff

[reclusiarch-orm]

Long hair is strategically disadvantageous. Because it can be grabbed and then you can't do nothing.

[pipartuuli]

At Týr’s cabin for Midsummer.

[crownedinmarigolds]

A quick sketch group commission (yes something I am totally up to doing) of Zorya and Dave for @lylailaeth!! They're gorgeous and I love them... thank you for commissioning me! :D

[lightning-chicken]

i know plot convenience is a thing but i can’t stop thinking about the implications of jay finding bonzle in the fake monastery’s basement of all places. did he know it was there before he walked into the building? did his feet carry him there, subconsciously retracing old steps? did he wait there, knowing he was far from the fight, because his side of the fight wasn’t the one he truly believed in?

[honeyed-blossom]

c v n t y b o b

[leosgreyfringe]

death, taxes, and leo looking pissy on the bench

[tyongf-nct]

☆ how nct 127 members sound in bed ☆

taeil: mans has a gorgeous singing voice so of course he has a gorgeous voice in bed. beautiful moans that spark tingles all the way down to your toes and warm you from the inside out

johnny: grunts and heavy breaths that he tries to quiet by biting his lip. curses under his breath as he nears his climax and gets louder the faster he moves

taeyong: not super loud but has a filthy mouth. he can be as subby or as dominant as you’d like—“I’ll do whatever you want baby, as long as you come so prettily for me”

yuta: this mfker is so confident and smooth, I know he loves dirty talk and will say just about anything to get a reaction out of you. groans tightly in that deep voice

doyoung: depending on the mood, can be either quiet and sweet or desperately whimpering as he’s edged to the point of tears. will chant your name until he can’t speak anymore

jaehyun: maybe not the most vocal but moans every so often and gets off on hearing you cry out. I imagine lots of kisses and biting into your neck as he comes

jungwoo: shamelessly moans as loud as he likes and it’ll get higher in pitch with every thrust. will definitely act cute for praise and shudders with pleasure when he’s told he’s doing well

mark: curses up a storm but holds back on the loud moans. Mark will only be satisfied once he’s gotten you to be the loudest one in the room

haechan: again, I imagine the noises he makes to be very much depending on the vibe; if he’s in a softer mood Haechan will release choked out moans and mumble that it feels so fucking good. If he’s more on the harder side he’ll say things to the effect of “I know you fucking love it when I fuck you like this”

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

i love it when bad is very specifically a good roleplayer by giving other people good prompts. like casually bringing up wilbur now to tallulah. or when he put missa in the petting zoo. or all those times he Tormented the Lesbians so they could protect each other from him. its just so !!!! I love watching roleplayers be considerate of other roleplayers and gleefully hand over something they Know the other person's character can react to. i've seen cellbit do it, too (that time he handed his knife to bbh. oh my god). it's not a rare thing, and it's possible to be a good roleplayer without keeping that sort of considerate back and forth in mind, but its one of my favourite things to notice. foolish does it too, sometimes- i haven't watched him much, but i did take note of when he Made Sure to bring jaiden along with him on a cucurucho quest. and basically every interaction he had with bad when the eggs were missing. its just so so good

[thatlenguy]

if your old woman character isn't at least a little depressed and divorced about it like what's even the point

(id in alt, reblogs appreciated!)

[macey-wacey]

kissing practice

[bearspectacles]

desmond save me. desmond

[shimidraco]

i got this game yesterday and im already VERY into it... its SO HARD BUT V COOL GO CHECK IT OUT!!!!!