#with a happy ending tho please

[baker-chan-senpai]

i LOVE alternate meeting serirei au's pass it on

[heybaetae]

maknae line + gestures of love 🫰🏼💋🫶🏼🌹🤟🏼 happy birthday @jkvjimin! ♡

[ourwhisperingtorment]

Playing Squid Game vs Playing Among Us

They’re 100% half brothers. No DNA test needed.

[reineydraws]

i have this fic series i'm still working on where mihawk sort of becomes rayleigh's kid and spends ages 11-17ish on the oro jackson.

shanks and buggy imprint on him (bugs considers him a sort of older brother figure/sparring inspiration and shanks has a crush that eventually turns into full-blown love) and this is how i imagine they're like on the day mihawk sets off on his own haha.

[writermask-0807]

“heaven’s blessings.” {king baldwin iv x reader}

A/N: ahaha so yk how i said i'm gonna watch kingdom of heaven?? (it isn't available on bflix or any other website/app i checked 😭 someone pls help) i haven't yet 😅 (ALL HISTORIC AND KOH CRITICS PLS DONT COME FOR ME I DONT MEAN ANY HARM) so there's probably gonna be a lot of stuff wrong with this, and um. yk how i also said i was working on a koh fic?? yh this is not that one. for some reason i couldn't go any further than a couple of paragraphs, so here i am. with this absolutely shitty fic that looks even more horrible as I reread but. hope you enjoy?? 😭😭

warnings: hanahaki, some descriptions of hanahaki (?? it isn't that graphic or anything tho), also feel like i used 'bcos' too much, angst with no happy ending 😭 I promise the other one is happy!! 😭😭

word count: 322

thinking of king baldwin iv w hanahaki.

don’t you think that he would be the type that, as a man of strong faith, to think that this, too, is a blessing from god?

as a man of already frail health, this new illness is bound to take an even more horrible toll on his battered broken body;

taking root under his disfigured skin. fronds twining through his veins, greenery curling round his ribcage, twisting in his airways, stealing his very breath. blooming quietly in the darkness, petals like cremation ashes falling past his bruised lips like a prayer, some holy thing that can’t be attained.

because that’s what you are.

unattainable.

because knowing you - you with your tender smiles and your healing hands and your kind heart - you might probably still accept him, even with all of his ugliness, his ruined skin and broken bones, even with this blessing that’s really only a curse. but he can’t allow that. he can’t possibly be that selfish.

not to you, never.

it’s why he flinches away from your touch (no matter how much he yearns for it), soft and feather-light as it is, why he forces himself to look away from your wide eyes, your expression that’s hurt but you smile through it anyway because you wear your heart on your sleeve and you’re so gentle and kind and loving-

and he can’t.

and maybe that’s what his love for you is meant to be, in this lifetime. a love that seeps through skin and blood and bone. a love that lingers like an illness, because he can’t let you.

a blessing.

(and it’s only when the end is near that he gathers the delicate flowers into his arms, holds them close to his chest. this is the closest he can ever let you be.

and as his eyes flutter shut for the last time, he dares to hope-

perhaps, in another life.)

[random-pile-of-thoughts]

Ok are there any shows with queer main characters that has a HAPPY Ending? And isn't completely devastating?

WHY CANT WE HAVE A SHOW WHERE NEITHER DIES AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY???

[maharellasa]

well at least there's solavellan fanfict—

99% of solavellan fanfiction: they hurt a lot more for a while, *incredibly starved and depraved (flashback) smut*, and then they never ended up together

[eliseliedl]

Rain is the cloud's farewell to the sky When we meet again, I'll bring flowers Exchange with you, the first verse Hold my hand When fingers touch, I will give you a garden In our tiny kindgdom I will bear all the thorns for you Horla, I am the garden and you are the spring MORIMENS (2024)

[lunarharp]

figured i'd do this again..bit early i guess..

[skitskatdacat63]

For @sansebastinae and @boisinnot, my fellow saint seb truthers :)

+ the usual

Yayyyy finished a drawing! Haha only took me...2 weeks. I kept going back and forth on whether I could finish it tonight, and I really wasn't going to. But then I looked at the unfinished version on a different screen and was like oh? Not too bad actually?? So I finished it :) First of all, ofc, here is the process. Kinda weird seeing it for smth like this, it makes me feel like I'm the painter in rennaisance au, not Mark dhjfkf

Ah I was gonna draw a silly renaissance au comic to accompany this(read: lighten the mood), but it's 5 am and I've still not really drafted it well, so! I'd like to finish it at some point bcs I wanna draw more chibi comics, but when I finish smth, I can't help but immediately want to post it, so part 2 will have to wait. I'll show you the outline though so you can at least imagine 😭

^ So many renaissance and beyond paintings of Saint Sebastian are always the most horny thing ever. Like pre/early rennaisance, yeah he was naked and all that, but they were pretty chaste, and uhhhhh suffering?? Well the newer paintings are suffering, but in a different way, if you know what I mean.

So I feel like Mark's the type to be overly pedantic about it, and refuses to make borderline porn of a saint, I mean, god forbid, Seb!!! But then he just. Does anyways. Because he can't control his lust for Seb even when drawing him half dead. I just imagine him holding the paintbrush in a death grip like "must not be horny. Must not draw him sexy. Must make him chaste." And then he ends up with the one seen above. Seb is all smug about it. "Wow you'd wanna fuck me even while I'm all bloody and dying? 🥺"

Mark: "oh I'll make you bloody, alright."

But god so funny to imagine Seb doing all these different slutty poses, like arching his back as much as possible, the cloth nearly falling off at all times, etc etc. And Mark finally lands on this pose bcs he hopes the suffering will outweigh the horny. It doesn't. Also Seb is genuinely serious once he actually gets into the pose, focus mode on. And honestly that's even worse for Mark, bcs it's so much more arousing to see Seb in his element, focused. Tbf I think Seb could be drinking water, and Mark would still find some way to sexualize it. Don't look at his sketches!! They're just filled with Seb doing all kinds of random activities.

Also! Here is the painting I referenced this off of, must give credit where credit is due ofc

The Dying St. Sebastian by François Fabre

Also this isn't really relevant in the context of this drawing specifically. But I looked thru a bunch of Saint Sebastian paintings while trying to find one I could reference, and I came across this middle ages one that actually looks so much like boy king seb 😭 I guess it really is meant to be!

St Sebastian between St Roch and St Peter by Pietro Perugino

Lmao but do you see the difference between early rennaisance and later work???

[milkbreadtoast]

my s class hunters does a really good job at gradually raising the stakes without feeling like a pointless power creep and keeping me extremely invested and i keep saying this but I really do think it's bc it's a story grounded in love at every turn... the bond between the han brothers especially is extremely compelling and beautiful and makes me feel like a knife is being stabbed into my heart and twisted all around... i love them so so much 😞💔❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[somebluemelodies]

merry christmas, feliz natal, feliz navidad, joyeux noël, happy holidays, or just an overall good day to you if you're not for the celebration! the qsmp live gave me the kick of inspiration i needed, so here's a gift from me to you :> sending all the love to each and every one of you <3 missing all the sillies, whether we got the chance to meet them or not :'D also this is a smidge long sorry not sorry

He doesn't even realize he'd fallen asleep until he's suddenly once again aware of the warmth enveloping him from either side, a quiet rumble reverberating from the weight laying against his chest.

Cellbit's eyes open, but he doesn't bother to lift his head yet, only lifting a hand to start to try and wipe the sudden onslaught of sleep away as he takes in his surroundings.

The castle is dim as always, especially at night, but the shadows are less defined than usual with the tall fir tree several feet away in front of the couch, decorated with twinkling white string lights and a myriad of baubles, icicles, and garland.

(Of course, the kids had chosen one of the tallest trees they could find. Puppy eyes had been used to try and persuade acquisition of the tallest tree they'd found, but even the castle only had so much room in it.)

(The two parents won't admit how close they came to caving nevertheless. Especially Roier.)

The castle still smells like a festive concoction of chocolate, cinnamon, and other spices from their baking session that evening. A bit of a strange combination, but it makes the atmosphere warmer. Homey. Everything feels a little lighter.

Underneath the tree lies quite the assortment of presents; he can't help but be a little surprised that they managed to get them in place without disturbing the trio of hatchlings sleeping a few feet from them, practically sprawled on top of each other.

Wrangling them all - well, wrangling half of them, really - to sleep had been a bit of a hassle with all the excitement coursing through their veins at the prospect of tomorrow, but if there was something that Cellbit and Roier had become somewhat of experts in throughout their time on the island, it was wearing out wild hatchlings.

Because when those kids crashed, they crashed. And sure enough, as soon as they'd managed to settle them down, they were out like lights. Roier had had to drape a couple of blankets over them, because they insisted in staying on the floor.

(They'd been convinced they'd be able to stay awake! Ha!)

(They might've been handfuls sometimes, but they were cute ones.)

The only hatchling who wasn't in on the pile, Cellbit redirects his attention to, sprawled out against his chest, eyes hidden from sight by her mop of white hair.

Cellbit smiles to himself, carefully brushing some of her hair out of her face and fighting a chuckle as the rumbling purr grows louder. She'd been in the pile earlier, but ever the clingy one of her siblings...

(Ah, well, she's been Cellbit's shadow from the get-go; who is he to deny her of that?)

(And then he's purring. Goddamnit.)

"No mames, wey, I have two cats on top of me, eh?" Roier's voice, playful despite the fact he's clearly still half-asleep, reaches his ears. "Increíble."

Cellbit rolls his eyes, and without looking back, makes a half-hearted attempt to reach back and smack his husband. "Who invited you?"

Roier laughs, moving one arm wrapped around Cellbit to grab his hand with ease. "Es broma, es broma. Brincadeira."

The investigator finally cranes his neck to look at the spider-hybrid, carefully shifting to see him better without jostling the hatchling still atop his chest. When their eyes meet, Roier's smile grows, a mischievous glint to his dark eyes the dim light only enhances. "Kind of."

Cellbit shoots him a look, and he only laughs again. This time, though, the sound of his husband's laugh ever so contagious, watching the way his eyes crinkle fondly at the corners, he starts to smile, shaking his head amusedly. "Idiota."

Roier gasps. "Ay, you want to kiss me with that filthy mouth, gatinho? No fucking shot, man. Unbelievable."

Cellbit finally laughs, pulling his hand from Roier's to poke his cheek. "I don't see you complaining, guapito, no?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." The spider-hybrid moves his hand to Cellbit's face, tipping it up just enough more for him to tilt his own head down and connect their lips.

The cat-hybrid hums, both of them starting to smile into the kiss as their eyes close.

(If he tries hard enough, he can ignore the fact the purring has grown in volume yet again.)

(Damn his stupidly handsome husband and his idiotic charisma.)

When they finally pull apart moments later, Roier presses another quicker kiss to his lips before doing what Cellbit had done before, surveying the sleeping hatchling on top of them as well as the rest of the room. "I guess none of us could stay up."

Cellbit huffs amusedly, taking the opportunity to rest readjust his head against Roier's chest. "No Papai Noel for you, eh? And here I thought you were so excited to see him."

It's Roier's turn to smack him lightly and Cellbit's turn to laugh. "Ya, mi amor," the former chastises, but the fondness is practically dripping in his tone. His hand moves from Cellbit's face to nestle in his hair, scratching gently at the base of his right ear, and any response Cellbit has dissipates right on his tongue.

(Oh, motherfucker.)

(Roier clearly isn't ignoring it. Of course he isn't. Smug bastard.)

He melts deeper into Roier, eyes fluttering shut again as sleep once again prepares to consume him. He hears the spider-hybrid chuckle, but he doesn't have the capacity to retort anymore.

(If only he could see the warmth in those dark eyes. The painfully immense, sickly sweet fondness for the man he has the greatest pleasure of calling his husband.)

(God, how lucky are they?)

"Staying here tonight, eh?" Roier asks.

Cellbit hums in acknowledgement, nodding his head slightly. He feels Roier's other arm, which has been settled over both him and their sleeping daughter, shift, subconsciously securing. Roier hums as well, falling silent for another few moments before he speaks again, voice softer. "Cellbo?"

"Sim?" The investigator's eyes open, landing on the cuddle pile of conked-out hatchlings.

"Feliz Navidad, gatinho."

His eyes travel to the clock in the room, displaying past midnight. Perfect timing.

He smiles, feeling Roier's hand settled over his on their hatchling's back lace their fingers together. "Feliz Natal, guapito. Te amo."

There's a kiss pressed into the top of his messy hair. "Eu te amo."

Save for the dual set of gentle purring still rumbling into the room, it falls silent. Unconsciously, they melt deeper into each other, press closer together, but this time, they're both aware of the way they start to drift off.

(Mildly inconvenient spot be damned - God only knows they're probably about to be at least a little stiff in the morning - it made the kids happy, it made them happy, so who are they to complain about it?)

(As long as they're together, after all. That's all they'll ever need.)

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

… So I just watched the two episodes of Bad Batch and I… I need some time to process that last episode, not just the content of it but what it means for the future of the last 4 episodes

[todayisafridaynight]

Share Mine notes please I beg (and on the arakawa fam if you have the timefkfd)

forgive me if these are messy as all fuck i'm not good at making notes BUT here's everything i generally keep in mind when drawing mine and hijikata + the reference sheets i look at when drawing them :)

arakawa family notes + references below:

(more notes about aoki + sawashiro's faces ft. ikumi here)

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

Just speed consumed all of addison lee very much enjoyed I am waiting with my popcorn for next chapter! I did have a wonder while reading, what is Wriothesley's scope of vision? Is it like this needs to be 3 inches in front of his face? Can he see faces clearly if he's close enough? Loving the fic, keep writing!

The short answer is:

No matter how close he gets, it's still gonna be unclear. It's not quite like myopia/short-sightedness where the blurriness can change with glasses/distance. His vision is more like looking through foggy glass. If something is pressed right up to the glass, you can see it more clearly, but it will still be foggy. Additionally, the guy has always been red/green colour-blind, so that doesn't change even after his war injuries, but because his vision is worse in general, he can barely tell colours apart lol. Unless it's bright blue.

LONG ANSWER UNDER THE CUT.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA HEHEHHHEHEHHE WHUAGHAHA sorry. I like to infodump about my fics.

Not kidding when say this: I have a document that have notes on every single year in the 10 years between the Celestia war and current INGITAL events.

Unfortunately this was all planned before Sigewinne release, so I didn't have her canon birthday (AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT CANON ANY MORE I'm burying my head in the sand.) but it accounts for every year that Sigewinne grew up and some other random lore bits. "What does this have to do with my question?" you ask. Well, I have the 10-years progression notes specifically to keep their life events in order and Wriothesley's and Neuvillette's healing progress consistent KJNDSKJNSANSKJHASDJNJSNDKJNASJNDSAJNKSAKJ.

SO. Detailed answer is this:

At this point in INGITAL, if you stand 1-2 meters away from him and wave, he's gonna notice if he's looking at you, paying attention, and you're both indoors, or he's wearing sunnies. He's not gonna be able to recognise anything, though, he can just tell something is moving. He can sort of read regular text on a computer screen at about 2-3 inches (on a good day) using his better eye (left, so he always sorta lean that way when he's trying to look at something), but it's a struggle and he'd rather not do it. His right is worse.

There's also his field of vision. So like, his peripherals are pretty much gone, and he has some dark patches/blind spots. He's also light-sensitive, so everything's kinda painfully bright sometimes, but his vision is also bad in the dark, so he needs a happy medium, but that can shift from day to day.

Very rough idea of what Neuvillette might look like to him on a sunny day. Veeery rough idea. I'm not blind I just researched a lot.

And then, regardless of what he can actually physically see, if his eyes hurt or feel too sensitive to keep open, it's all moot anyway. And once again, usually that depends on the day.

When Sigewinne was born, he had functionally decent vision in one eye (had a corneal transplant on his right). Legally can't get his driving licence, but y'know, he still felt confident enough to drive (Neuvillette did not let him, though.) The transplanted eye deteriorates over Sigewinne's first few months, and so did his better eye. He got another surgery for his left eye (the better one) when Sigewinne was about one, and that lasted for a bit, but by the time she's two, he's pretty much considered legally blind. By the time she's four, he does most things on his own and his other issues are managed as well, which is why they decided to have a second kid, and they had Carole when Sigewinne was 5. But Neuvillette struggled a bit with that second pregnancy. I mean, his first wasn't exactly rose and rainbows, but he his mental health nose-dived with the second one for a while. It's because he's been so focused on keeping it together while Wriothesley recovers that he hasn't fully dealt with his own trauma until his second pregnancy. Because yeah, thinking your husband died while you're carrying your first baby was traumatic. They've both got PTSD. By the time Sedene comes about though, they're all good. Sedene's pregnancy was a breeze, there was just Covid lockdowns HAHAHAHA. And then, if I go through with another pregnancy at the end of INGITAL, well... That's for me to know and for you to ponder.

[By the way, Clorinde mentioned going over to their house for Wrio's birthday 8 years ago in Chapter 9, which is when Sigewinne was 3 and he was 28. His previous birthday (his 27th) was a disaster. Had a big fight with his husband. So that's another morsel of lore from the 10-years-of-plot document.]

There's a scene planned somewhere in all this, where Neuvillette shows him some of their photos on one of the days when his vision is better. Photos of eeeeveryone their kids and their friends and all. He printed them out and edited them to raise the contrast so Wriothesley can see it more easily. Wriothesley voice: Ajax is fucking ginger? [This is lore relevant. No spoilers though.]

[b4kuch1n]

dip pen ink comm batch 4 complete! for Ezechiel, @ohwwhuv, and Leo :]