#yes please 😩

[hong--zhi--zhu]

"i want a big monster werewolf gf" "i want a subby monster vampire bf" "i want a cute flirty zombie partner" thats so cool. what about a monster thats so frightening to look at that every time you do it gives you the survival urge to coward out of sight and the emotional urge to tear up out of fear, and upon first meeting them causes in-depth cold sweat inducing night terrors

[anni-secret-account-75]

Bouncing on it while he wears that ugly green thing idc at this point i'm so down bad for this man it doesn't give me the ick. 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[choccy-milky]

omianne wip from over a year ago that ill never properly finish (redraw of 'the other father' by mac conner)

[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

[gunsatthaphan]

yes they are 🥹🫶🏻

[gord-sky]

Hello embroidery community, may I interest you in some ✨Red Valley✨? x

(progress photos below)

[asnowfern]

(Probably) How not to teach someone how to fly

A/N: It’s @cassianappreciationweek !!!💕💕💕 I’m gonna try my best to post a drabble each day and this is a little baby Cazriel brotp to kickstart day 1: Flight! I hope you enjoy!

“You’re so terrible at this, it’s embarrassing.”

Azriel bit back a groan. He used his battered palms to push himself off the ground and brushed off the pine needles that had lodged themselves in multiple spans of exposed flesh. Not deigning to look up from the sandy grounds, he flipped off his camp-mate, “Fuck off”

Cassian gave a noncommittal shrug. “I could. It’s not like you can chase after me with that pathetic movement you call flying.”

The taunt wasn’t particularly searing. In fact, it was comparatively mild compared to what the other bastard or anyone else in the war-camp had once said to him. But after leaving multiple Azriel-shaped dents in the terrain over the past hour, he had just about had it.

His fist shot out by instinct. Azriel might not have the so-called natural Illyrian call for the air but the thrumming call for blood in his veins was undeniable and unquenchable.

The hit went unblocked, striking Cassian in the cheeks, who did nothing more than wear a vicious white smile. Azriel barely shook his shoulders out before Cassian retaliated, arms swinging, wings spread.

The duo rode on training-honed reflexes. Strike and dodge. Tackle and lock. Swerve and grapple. There was no finesse in the way the two males entangled in a brawl, swinging punches until one was pinned down to the ground in a chokehold.

Azriel barely resisted the urge to spit in Cassian’s face, the other sporting a victorious grin despite the blooming purple eye and split lip. He huffed instead, sending a blood streaked spit to the side. If it just very narrowly missed Cassian’s face then that was too bad.

Cassian released his limbs, letting him collapse into the ground while he himself leaned back to stand upright on his knees.

“Feeling better?” He asked with a smirk, stretching out a hand to him.

Azriel grunted as he accepted the hand.

“Good.” Cassian nodded before sliding a broad arm around his shoulders to hoist him up, another arm supporting the back of his knees into a ridiculous bridal hold.

Azriel sputtered. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Cassian barked a laugh and shot up into the star-flecked sky. The icy whip on their faces was somehow a relief from the blows each of them took just minutes before.

“You’ve been thinking too much,” Cassian commented as he glided through the sky, his voice as smooth as the flight. It was comforting, soothing. “Every muscle in your body is made for this. There’s no need to try steering or balancing with your arms. Those are irrelevant.”

They circled over the trees, climbing higher with each loop. The scream of the wind quieting down to a whisper, a lover’s caress. Eventually, the muscles in Cassian’s back tightened and he halted in midair. His wings outstretched, catching the airflow with the most minute of movements, the span of rust and ebony so wholly a part of him.

“You’ve just got to remember. You are Illyrian, no matter how much you like to forget sometimes. And we do not obey the wind, it obeys us.” With a last parting smirk, Cassian released Azriel.

He cursed the wavy hair idiot throughout his entire descent. Even more so when his wings caught him, the muscles in his back and wings finally working in tandem.

It didn’t last long and still resulted in another, albeit lighter, Azriel-shaped dent. The motion was still too much a stranger to him. But for the first time ever, Azriel thought that perhaps flying wasn’t all bad.

[jay-wasreblogging]

Fanfic authors be like

[rawwithlove]

Does coffee make everything better?

☕️✨🙏🏼

[pan-kojiwa]

BACHIRA!!! 🙌 BACHIRA!!!! 🙌BACHIRA!!! 🙌BACHIRA!!!!

[clovermoonspell]

Face of an angel. 💚💛😇

[katsigian]

I'm being harassed and bullied mercilessly by the haters because I said that Valen sometimes uses one of those soaps that works for both body and hair. No not Head and Shoulders 3-in-1, I meant like one of those fancy soap bars like this one 😭 he only uses it when he's exhausted and wants to be clean but doesn't want to spend ten hours using ten different soaps in the shower 😭

[mrsoharaa]

"You had no business sending that video, Y/n" he sneers, rocking his hips roughly into yours against the wooden surface of your entry table, thick brows scrunching tightly together as he sears his eyes all over your slightly folded form. A flicker of irritation igniting deep in his chest as he watches those pretty, swollen lips curl into a devious smirk.

"Hah, why? are you jealous, Sugu?" your voice lilts with mockery, laced in between with breathy gasps and trembling moans as he plunges in deep and hard with one threatening, powerful thrust. Pins you firmly against the wall, as the entry table beneath you rattles to his abrupt angle. Holds the back of your neck firmly with his left hand to force your gaze to meet his, the other tightly grasping onto your jaw, fingers prying in between the slight gap of your parted lips.

"Jealousy is beneath me...just like how you are right now, angel" he croons in a deep depth of rage, leaning forward only to hover merely centimeters away from your glistened, full lips.

[violetmuses]

From the back. 😩

@episodes-ff 🏷

[artemispt]

Are you ok?

Carlos: I’m not but I’m here.

Source

[kuromi-hoemie]

thinking about older women