#you are so so lovely 💖

[sm-baby]

Tell Butch that my wallet is right there with her >:D

🌹ko-fi✨

Love yall so much! Pfehehe! Have this while we wait for my art block to settle down

[mobius-m-mobius]

A lot of people have talked about Benoit Blanc's accent. Was he always going to sound like that, was that in the original script?

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

and I wouldn't lie, I never really wanted more than what I ever really needed after all: someone that hates to see me go (for @brown-little-robin)

Georges Bataille // Hanif Abdurraqib // Emily Elizabeth Miller // Ocean Vuong // Lisel Mueller // Sara Daniele Rivera // Louise Glück // Lucy Gross Smith // Rainer Maria Rilke // Ellen Bass // caption: Gerard Way, How It's Going To Be

[dragon-spaghetti]

Omg they match 😳⛓

(Please click for better quality!!)

[mimimar]

i've been completely charmed by witch hat atelier♡

(art prints)

[originalartblog]

(tiny) Dazai propaganda

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

rapline in their solo eras for @raplinenthusiasts ✰

[strayklds]

(ONE OF) MEL'S FAVORITE GENRES OF LEE KNOW: VLOGGER LINO → happy birthday @lee-minhoe 🤍

[rjshope]

breathtaking jimin for @jkvjimin✨

[huellitaa]

🧁💬.⭑⋅˚♡. lip care

along with skincare, lip care should also be incorporated into your daily routine; if u want a pretty face, you need to focus on all aspects! ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 1. water, water, water

obviously, one of the most self explanatory points, water! dehydration = dry lips and nobody wants that. ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 2. exfoliation

scrub ur lips with a clean ,, SOFT toothbrush in the mornings (as it can cause damage to the skin!), use a lip exfoliator, whatever you like !! there are lots of ways you can actually make a lip exfoliator at home. one of the most popular methods:

♡ mix a tsp of honey with 2 tsp of sugar

♡ massage and leave for 10 mins or so

♡ remove !!

have not tried this personally but from what i've found, this or a solely sugar based exfoliant helps the most 💖 or alternative you can simply buy one. but whatever works for you ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 3. lip balms and ingredients

using lip balm in ur skincare is really helpful for just keeping them hydrated. some ingredients that also help w nourishment and moisturising:

♡ argan oil

♡ shea butter

♡ cocoa butter

♡ coconut oil

+ vaseline overnight also helps w this ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 4. biting ur lips

please try and avoid biting your lips or the inside of your mouth! i used to do this a lot when i got anxious or nervous and it damages them and is just not good for you

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 5. gloss, oil, stick, repeat!

lip plumper, lip gloss, lip oil, lip stick, whatever you like! mouth without lip gloss is like a cupcake without frosting ♡

all my love 🎀💖💬

[mobius-m-mobius]

#always the optimist 🥰

Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 3 - “1893”

[jkvjimin]

the prettiest flower 🌷 | for @rjshope cr. namuspromised

[cosmicdreamgrl]

seokjin x sys md making film for @cordiallyfuturedwight [ cr : namuspromised ]

[saradika]

— beneath the mask

din djarin x f!reader

rated t - 1.3k

tags: medieval!au, light angst, anxiety, arranged marriage, soulmate au, reader has a mother & father

prompt: "I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly” from the writing challenge hosted by the amazing and lovely @moonlight-prose 💖

when a mysterious stranger wins your hand at the tournament, you can't help but wonder about his intentions

With each step down the aisle, your legs threaten to give out.

A clicking of your teeth as you tremble, before you're gritting your jaw, biting your anxiety back. You have a reputation to uphold, even if you're only the daughter of a lord from a lesser house.

You're still a lady.

And this marriage would ensure a home for you. Protection. More than, if this man is what he says he is.

But a part of you desperately wishes that it was someone else at the end of the aisle.

You'd searched for a long time. For the glimpses that flash in your dreams at night. Knowing that he was out there - the one you had begun to think of as yours.

Your soulmate.

Never managing to meet the same eyes that reflect back at you in the darkness, just before you wake. Not once in the hundreds, thousands of people you’ve looked at, throughout your years.

And when none were found, you slowly gave up. Knowing the world was too large and you were too small, too poor, to seek them out.

Eventually agreeing to the match that your mother and father arranged.

If you could not have him, then you did not want anyone.

And now - the figure that waits for you stands tall.

Encased in gleaming armor, showing none of the nerves that wrack you. Making you wonder if you should have protested. Taken the path of the unwed, even if there was hardship in your future.

The stranger had won your favor, in the tournament. That is how the story will be told, passed on by your father.

Looking back, you remember very little from it. Knowing deep down that the winner would be the one to have your hand, whether you liked it or not. So much of it had turned to haze, as you had sat frozen there.

All but too nervous to watch, as weapons clashed, shields splintering.

Men you had known and grown up with falling beneath the sword of the mysterious man, clad in silver armor.

A Mandalorian, it was rumored.

Something from stories, you didn't know they still existed. An ancient clan of knights and warriors, honoring weapons and myths over sworn deities. Never revealing their faces to outsiders, and sometimes even to their own.

He had never killed any of them, and there was some comfort in that.

But that didn't mean he did not wound.

That he wasn't vicious, ferocious on the battlefield. Driven by an unseen force. Unrelenting, even when blood was drawn - splattering a bright crimson against his armor.

Showing just how he came to earn his station. The leader of his tribe, from the whispers you heard. Traveling far - slipping into the last few open brackets in the tournament, just as the first morning was starting.

Ripping through them all, in the days that followed.

You were given as the prize, in the end.

Even before the day ends, you would belong to him - ferried off to a new life tomorrow.

And this is what also slows your feet.

Wondering why such a man would come for you.

At the end of the aisle, you halt. The clergymany is speaking, but it's all white noise. Your own eyes wide and face solemn as you stare at your betrothed - your features reflected back at you in the tinted glass of his visor.

Acutely aware that you haven't seen his face. Not knowing what your husband was to look like.

Was he younger than you? Or older... older than your father?

Was his face kind, or was it as sharp as his movements? Was it all snarling teeth, beneath?

Were his eyes blue, or green, or just maybe... brown? Like his?

You don't know. You think not. Leaving you to wonder how you will bear it - to spend each day staring into their eyes while dreaming of anothers.

It's only when a voice raises that you're snapped from your thoughts. Realizing that the ceremony is waiting for you.

Managing, with a stammer, to repeat the words. To pledge yourself - your life and love - to this stranger.

The words repeated after, a low voice layering with metal. The shaking of your hands is still visible when they reach out to meet his, the tips of yours resting against wide, steady palms.

Covered in gloves but solid, like the rest of him.

Only the peek of tanned skin visible when he peels the glove from his hand. A small comfort coming in the warmth of his hand, as you slip the ring on his finger, settling it just above a scarred knuckle.

The careful brush of his fingers - a calming stroke against your skin, when he slips a matching one on yours.

Gentle, after everything.

Not him.

But perhaps, not a monster.

The celebrations swirl past you. There's music you don't remember. A meal that sits heavy in your stomach, from the meager amounts you managed to swallow.

A smile plastered on - assuring your excitement to family and friends - all while you worry about the hours to come.

Will he be as gentle as he was during the ceremony?

Or will it be more like the battlefield?

These thoughts linger, as the hours pass. Until the sun dips below the horizon, until the stars blanket the sky.

And then, you're alone.

Waiting in the finest room prepared for him in the guest wing. The pretty, ivory gown stripped from you, replaced with something thin and fine and silver - hand-sewn and intended to please him.

Pacing, until you hear the heavy steps approaching - as he returns from a meeting with your father, your dowry and your life handed over.

Leaving you frozen in place, as the door opens. Where he lingers, filling the space.

A different man than before, you think.

There had not been a slope to his shoulders, the way he moves as if afraid to frighten you.

His voice is different too - soft now, coaxing.

"I wish our meeting had been under more pleasant circumstances." Your husband tells you, as the door slowly shuts behind him.

Trapping you, now. The iron latch heavy, as it locks into place.

"But I could not bear to stand by." He continues, that hard edge creeping into his voice again, "You must understand."

"I don't." You manage - your brow pinched, shifting the smallest step backwards as he moves forward.

He goes still, at your retreat.

"Do you not, ner kar’ta?" His head tilts, "Do you not know why I have come?"

The shake of your head is small. Not understanding the name he calls you, his intentions.

He hesitates then, for a second. Before his hands are reaching - grasping the edge of his helmet. Slipping it from his head, as his head dips.

His hair is dark, beneath. Messy and curling, greying at the temples, down to the scruff that lines his jaw beneath plush lips and the curve of his nose.

And his eyes. That pretty shade of brown, the dark fan of his eyelashes.

You know them. Though you've never seen them, yourself.

For a moment, you can't breathe. Frozen for an entirely new reason - starting back at the eyes that you've seen so often.

"It's you," You manage. The words are no more than a soft gasp.

He lets you touch him, then. Fingertips tracing his jaw, those eyes slipping shut when your fingers brush the nape of his neck. Somehow knowing how the curls would feel against your fingers, already knowing each detail of his face.

Hidden deep down, revealed bit by bit in your sleep.

Only now, do you see all of him.

And only now, do you lean in. Your head tipping towards him, just as his forehead presses against yours. And it's now that you understand the warmth of his touch - the way it seems to soak into your skin. A lost piece of you, now becoming complete.

You hadn’t been able to find him - so he had found you, instead.

Unable to help the smile, as the dark pit in your stomach blooms into spring.

I wanted it to be you, you think - as your heart finally starts to beat again. I wanted it to be you so badly.

There's a hitch in his breath, with your touch. Fingers that stretch out and then curl, until you're taking them yourself, slipping yours between them.

"Now do you know?" Your husband murmurs, in the voice that you know as well as his eyes.

And you do - the answer coming easily, as you nod, "Because you're mine."

"Yes," He smiles.

"Yours."

i cant stop writing soft!soulmate din 💖 thank you for reading!!

ner kar’ta - my heart

[2aceofspades]

HAPPY 3K EMD!!!

I won't even lie, it took me over a week to think up something special to do to celebrate but aaaaa-!!!

And I won't get too sappy, I promise..But!

I do want to say that I am constantly inspired by and proud of the lovely artists that bring this story to life. Thank you Somni and Teaa for sharing your amazing au 💖 and congratulations on hitting 3k! 🙌✨!!

(:

[buckevantommy]

buck asking: where's the fire?? when tommy says he has to leave bc he doesn't immediately think there's an actual fire tommy has to get to despite knowing he's on call. it breaks my heart that buck's reflex is to think tommy is leaving bc he has other plans or maybe he's just tired or whatever non-emergency could take him away from buck's company. oh, sweet bi boy: that man is tired and he's on call but he is here for you (and howie) bc he could be, he chose to be, he wants to be. the last he thing he wants is to have to leave you (and this party for their friend). and then buck learns that there is an actual fire calling tommy away and it feels like the universe is going against him bc everyone else just bailed too - but he's resigned to it.

and then. tommy makes it to the wedding! (almost) he strolls in like a wet dream, he shows up for buck (and howie) bc he wanted to, he chose to, and yeh ok he does look like a kissable beast but i think part of buck's excitement over seeing tommy is that he's there at all. he showed up! he shows buck that he (and howie) is important, a priority, and buck has never had that in a relationship before, a partner making such an effort to put buck first even when life gets in the way, to be there for him, to show buck they care.