#whatever u want

[nyancrimew]

how do i gay?

kiss kiss fall in love

[auggusst]

i kept waiting for someone to mention it but no one ever did--

thomas & ellen's beds are separate/with the appropriate amount of space between them but anna and friedrich's beds are pushed together to make one big bed

[i-cant-sing]

Obsessed with your Time Traveller fic? Perhaps… maybe even wanting to draw fanart of Y/N? Also perhaps. (Literally tell me anything about her and I will draw it. Can’t promise it’ll be good, but I will draw her and the silly little outfits she wears while doing silly little things like trying to survive a bunch of crazy people)

Genuinely though, I binge read all of this Time Traveller thing in like maybe two and a half hours(?) and my friends were getting live commentary for all my reactions to the twists going on in these chapters. The way my jaw dropped when Mehmed said he’d break Y/N’s legs was *mwah* 10/10 reaction that was pulled from me.

See for me, Mehmed was the opposite, if not ANTI-SALAUDDIN (although in hindsight, Baldwin is also anti-Salauddin because how dare his bestie develop a crush on his beloved angel from heaven????)

[kaite--s]

im tired

I'm still trying out textures. At first I wanted to draw some kind of comic, but I didn't have time so I made something simple

Day 4: lost

[naomiarai]

what the actual fuck. no i don’t know any lee heeseung

[froggiesir]

redrew this old doodle page i did when i was Painfully unused to my phone and its settings

[jv-f1]

I would take any kind of advice he wanted to give me. Invest in the stock market? For sure. Dump my boyfriend? On it. Get off this damn phone? You got it, king.

[isa-ah]

if u buy me a kofi coffee I'll doodle u smtn silly =')

[ohnomyhooves]

Happy Donquixote AU but Rosi is at his limit with his brother’s dumb shit

[cannedchipps]

i would kill and/or die for you Giroda

[drakyns]

"what's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?" haha hey

ㅤwhat a fresh breeze. they stood atop the hill where the first timber of their hall had been laid so many winters ago. the twilight-shimmered village below buzzed with life—children laughing, tradesmen calling, the scent of mead heavy in the air, torches glowing like scattered stars across the snowy expanse. håkan’s hand trembled against the haft of his staff, not due to the cold, for he had long forgotten how frostbite felt, though he shook with the slow, painfully inevitable surrender to age. yet green eyes were ever so boyish, awe-struck as if he could see and memorise every detail of the moving painting across them. perhaps he could—the soul of a dragon was wide, as the elders before him used to say. ‘do you hear that?’ he had prompted then, his voice a soft rumble. ‘that’s the sound of a dream made real.’ but beside him stood one as unchanging as the moon above, chest loudly tightened in how he seemed to curl on himself. how painful was it to be blessed like silver itself, untamed like storms, sharp like steel, yet have to endure a quiet erosion? his beloved, his companion, the one he chased when his heart was allowed to love. love hurts, and his words ache and cut in sorrow: what’s going to be left of the world if you’re not in it? — @frystsnow

ㅤ“well, for one, i think people will have a lot less headache attacks.”

ㅤwhat a bittersweet breeze. his laughter was heartier than in youth days, almost hoarse, as his fur coat bobbed over his shoulders. there were only a few things that time hadn’t changed in him: he had deeper but fewer wrinkles than his father, and his beard and hair were wild shades of grey, competing with fading brown strands, just like his mother before her late passing. he knew sometimes it hurt jack to look at him, even when he claimed he was ‘handsome’ still. today was no different, it seemed. but the berk’s hersir was okay with that. at least his freckles had grown, his eyes were green still, and his usual scar-tinted smile made jack grin regardless, too. that would be enough. but hel, if you are listening and if you find any ounce of gentleness in you, let him at least die with a smile half-made, and eyes gently opened. at least as a last memory for him to treasure. let him not be a devastating ghost.

ㅤbut such a prayer would have to wait, for the breeze was getting chiller now, and håkan scooted closer now, calloused-grown hand searching for a pale, delicate one to hold. he still wore the rings he had forged him, huh? he’d have to make a keepsake box for him in the forge when his old bones allowed him. the old chieftain brushed his lips there, on the tiny spaces between his beloved’s knuckles and nails, one by one, as if laying a promise for immortal flesh to remember him by. each word, then, a kiss: “dragons will keep soaring, making legends out of themselves. berk will keep on prospering, changing and journeying. and you…” at last, what a lovely breeze. he cupped his face then, as if his hands were made to hold him in that moment with a grown-grey grin: “you’ll keep on living.”

ㅤtears, as the ancient fables sang, are heavy burdens from the heart: the gods are allowed to cry gold and silver to make the beloved mjöður only heroes and prophets could have. it was said that if a god cried for you, no harm could come to your soul, and you’d ascend. but håkan’s love was a man. human, handsome, and his. “hjartað mitt,” his thumb brushed away the pearl-shaped little rain, and he knew. he had seen him in storms, battles and adventures. he knew he had the power of winter on his fingertips, glistening in his very eyes. but even he could not stop the seasons. and wasn’t that o so wonderful? he loved a man. and he loved him. was there a more undoing, blessed fate than that? “you have my heart—for as long as you want to carry it.”

ㅤa kiss, on his forehead. another one, on his nose. a peck, on his lips. algiz, rune of protection, of devotion, of love, marked on jack every night, and in this afternoon was not different. maybe one day jack would notice, that little sneaky offering from the first dragon rider to the heavens, uttered silently by the touch of lips on immortal skin. he hoped it wouldn’t be today, for perhaps he wouldn’t forgive him, especially as he pressed their foreheads together in contentment: “and i promise you, old gods be damned otherwise…” a chuckle shared, even through sobs this time. he’d take it. he’d take anything. he needed his everything. he rubbed their noses together, drawing small half-moons: “every time a leaf falls on a pond, every time a snowflake finds your lips, every time a flower grows inside a house… that will be me, to you. that will be left, and that will be real. believe in it.”

ㅤmortals are cruel creatures, he knew. humans are terrifying, bound by their greed, and detestable in their fragility. they bend to the cold, kneel to the wrong divines, and pass too quickly, even if their footsteps are heavy. he knew. he knew that. mortals were the children of the forgotten pits of muspelheim, breaking ice like fire burning bright, only to leave ash behind. he knew. what a cruel thing to say, what a horrible confidence to have, what a stupid promise to declare. but wasn’t he known for his crazy ideas and stupid endeavours? didn’t fire leave warmth alongside its embers? so maybe one day, he could remember the fateful afternoon when the breeze was refreshing, and bittersweet, and cold, and loving, all at the same time. håkan offered his hand then for one of the last times and smiled because heathen waited for them a bit longer: “now, come—the valkyries will not take me tonight. let us enjoy the snow.”

[terrorbitch]

spicy gif meme 🌶️🌶️🌶️ closed for @blcssom

f/f - 4b. it was cold and rainy outside, which normally meant that ava was at peace. maybe a little more confident than usual. using her fingers were preferred in most situations, but as she pulled herself on top of the other woman and slid her fingers into her she found herself rocking a little more than the usual inertia through fucking her. she ended up pulling her hand back and manuevering onto her, gasping as their clits touched and she grinded downwards. "can you feel how wet i get when i touch you?" she breathed out, the wide windows illuminating their bodies with a cold, blue glow. with each rock of her hips, she felt the electric shock of pleasure move through her, small hums of approval escaping her lips.

[sturnioloho]

ghost wrote this about chris fun fact

[desiderium-miau]

hi again... haven't been feeling well the past few days so I drew a wet woowoo to destress HAHA

[callmegaith]

"the hurt runs deeper than they're willing to show you... Beneath the resilient veneer, a touch of fragility. They need comfort"