#hope someone digs it

[garglyswoof]

A small Klaroline drabble bc i miss writing, no promises I'll ever do more than this, but wrote this in an hour based on this amazing prompt.

Some friends joined for the sprint and I'm looking forward to seeing what comes out of their brains! If you see this, feel free to write on this prompt too and tag me, whatever ship!

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Long as I Can See the Light

The night is dark and full of horrors, and she is very much one of them. Dried blood cracks on fingers clutched tight on the wheel for the 24th straight hour of hurtling towards a ten year inevitability. She runs a tongue along her teeth, the taste of copper still strong despite the hour. She is shaking, shaken, what she calls vampire guilt lighting her synapses, images flashing across her field of vision. Elena lying still, Stefan’s face anguished above her, the stabbing motion through a chest wall, the feel of a heart in her hands. It still beats, for a moment, after it’s removed, did you know? An unbidden reminder of life clinging in spite of it all.

Caroline’s never been sure she’ll ever get over those moments, and now she’s not sure if magic will let her. She feels the panic rise, a physical sensation that has her clutching the wheel harder, blowing air out through her nose, calm breaths one two in out calm calm calm.

Panic won’t help this situation, not in the least, and the only thing that will is close enough that now the panic shifts focus to the coming reunion. 

What’s he been doing all this time? Would he even remember her? She’s pretty sure the answer is yes. After all, she's had quite a bit to worry about on her plate yet somehow she still found time to remember the rasp of his stubble on her thighs. Not now, Caroline.

God.

The smell of the city hits her like a freight train, sweet decay, earth and muck and something ageless and unnamed beneath the typical scents of civilization. She glances down at her phone in the passenger seat, a chipper Australian voice telling her to turn off on the next exit for Esplanade and tries to ignore the smudges beneath her eyes, stark in the rearview mirror. There’s just no time to look her best. She isn’t even sure what time she has, whether things had already been set in motion the moment her hand sliced through that man’s rib cage. 

She isn’t sure of anything except that Klaus is the only one who will know what to do.

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Klaus steps back from his work, eyeing the canvas with a thousand years of experience. Something about the light source is off, and he rocks forward, using a palette knife to daub shadows amidst the light. It's fixed now, masterful even if he says so himself, but somehow not enough. 

Nothing really is these days. He knows and recognizes the ennui of an eternal existence, but that certainly doesn't make it easier to bear. Maybe someone needed killing. Maybe he needs to see the Northern Lights again. Maybe he needs to torture Rebecca. Something, anything to break up the monotony which spreads years out like taffy, stretching beyond human lifetimes, beyond anything but his own kind's lifetimes. 

And there is the rub - immortality is, in the end, unbelievably boring. What new things to see and delight in when you’ve experienced it all? It becomes a matter of degrees, a matter of who you share those experiences with. His thoughts flash to a place he’d pretended long buried. He lets go of the pretense in times like these, testing the weight of promise like a tongue against a loose tooth - funny the things that stick with you through the millenia - and thinks of breaking it.

He won’t. He knows this, but the act of testing the bonds makes him feel like he’s in control of this feeling; this strange, heart-flipping, enraging and exhilarating feeling. He thinks of checking in on Mystic Falls but the last time he did he had severed the head of the reporting hybrid with the force of his thrown mobile, and he didn’t need to see what surprises Kol would program into his replacement phone this time. 

He inhales in an action long useless and looks at the canvas, the play of shadows and light, and reaches a hand out to play god. Voices rise, a sussuration that reaches through the plaster, and he sets down his palette with annoyance, deciding that if art isn’t the answer, perhaps a spot of death would be.

He descends the staircase, hand trailing down the antique balustrade, fingers picking up trails of dust he’ll need to eat the housekeeper for, and approaches the voices. Two men - some of his guards, Thierry and Alan perhaps, and a higher pitched voice interrupting, tone demanding with a note of desperation behind it that his mind latches on to before the rest of his thoughts catch up and he realizes that Caroline Forbes is in his foyer, her form emerging as he rounds the landing, her legs bare, covered in blood and her face sallow and oh, the dichotomy of vampire, he hates it, he hates himself, he hates her, he thinks she is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Caroline?” His voice betrays nothing to her, and he watches her stifle a flash of annoyance that almost makes him smile.

“Hi, Klaus. Can you get your lackeys to back down? No offense, lackeys,” she says, offering one of the vampires clutching her arm a bright smile. “I just know how he is.”

They drop her arms at a word and step away, leaving the two of them standing alone in the foyer. The sound of locusts whirring outside is almost overwhelming as she lifts her eyes to his, searching.

He’s not sure if she finds what she’s looking for, but she speaks anyway, her eyes bright and trembling.

“I killed a hunter last night, and I didn’t know where else to go.”

#klaroline #klaroline fanfic #klaroline fanfiction #0 promises i will continue i just wanted to write something #hope someone digs it #title sponsored by rival sons #also can confirm if you drive to new orleans straight from richmond va via FL it takes a full day. ask me how i know

[somewhereincairparavel]

Literally where do people get the idea that Jason was full of himself and that he thought he was better than Percy? This is legit brought up in so many 'why-i-hate-jason-grace" arguments it just screams lack of reading comprehension and obvious Percy bias saltiness. Like just say you are bitter that Jason is written as percy's equal and that you want Percy to have nobody rival him 💀

Never once in his povs did he ever think about how much better he was, on the contrary it's just him not feeling good enough about himself. He and Percy NEVER said anything bad about eachother.

His and Percy's rival is just a joke between two powerful demigods who have rival dads, that's literally it. Even if Jason did indeed think he's better, so what about it? What's the big deal?

he has worked hard and accomplished great things, so he has like, every right to be confident in his power, stop acting like hes all weak and inferior when he canonically killed a titan with like his bare fucking hands till the point Krios swore vengeance on him. No he's not "weak" or morally inferior to Percy as a person. You are merely trying to cope. Not to mention the way people judge a character's worth SOLEY based on their abilities is a huge red flag in itself, but that's a discussion for another time.

he shouldve canonically had more achievments and power than he originally got in the books as a son of jupiter. but rick made Percy too OP and fumbled jason for the sake of keeping percy's spotlight intact. Has it ever dawned on people that Percy is shown to have cool abilities like bending tears but Jason is never shown to have abilities like controlling lungs? Yeah, that's authors privilege for ya.

Y'all put Percy in an obnoxiously high pedestal and that's not a good thing. It diminishes his flaws and makes him appear so saint like and Gary Stu even though he's not. the fact that ppl get so sensitive over their rivalry and try to belittle jason by making up scenarios (like claiming jason thinks he's superior and shit) and go around saying that to ppl to reduce his value DESPITE being well aware that he has like enough hate already, is so insanely petty. BOTH Jason and Percy deserve equal amounts of respect.

God forbid a teenage boy say he's better than the other as a joke, he's such a terrible, stuck up, and shitty person who deserved death for that, isn't he?

#Attack me all you want idc I said what I said. #Yall just dig up reasons at this point. It's giving an 8 year old roblox kid behaviour. #Fandom to a boy with a tragic story who literally did nothing but exist and be a good person: he's a villian who deserved death! 😡😠 #I swear if Jason slander still exists a few years later then I have no hope in this fandom anymore. #I thought this fandom was peaceful 😔 #“I hate Jason with passion bc he's boring and nobody should rival Percy because he's the best.How dare Jason be the son of the king of gods #“how dare someone be percy's equal. Nobody should be written as Percy's competitor 😤😡😠” like womp womp ig #Y'all are so salty lmfao. The fandom makes Percy into such a gary stu even when he's not. #pjo #pjo series #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #jason grace #pjo hoo #hoo

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

Listen, I know that canonically House is supposed to have very strong antisocial and narcissistic traits, but I will continue to shout from the rooftops that I believe he actually experiences hyper-empathy due to his autism. However, on the flip side, it would not surprise me at all if Wilson genuinely had both antisocial and narcissistic traits. Maybe or maybe not enough for an official diagnosis, I don't know. Either way, he strongly exhibits so many of those traits, just not in the way you'd typically expect. He's literally known for seeking out desperate and hurt people so that he can play saviour. He needs to be needed. He doesn't help people because he genuinely wants to see them get better, he helps people because he wants to become the center of their world and their only focus, and as soon as they're healed and stronger, he leaves. Because they don't need him anymore. Because he's not their only focus anymore. House even talks about it in the show.

I think that House and Wilson are genuinely just both so good at masking that they appear the opposite of how they genuinely are so strongly that their personalities and traits get mixed up.

#Someone please understand what I mean because I feel like I make no sense #I'm jsut rambling at this point #house md #house #greg house #james wilson #gregory house #hilson #hate crimes md #hatecrimes md #wilson #housemd #I hope this doesnt come across as a dig towards people with aspd or npd because its not meant to be at all #and obviously just because someone has those things does not make them a bad person #you can be a good person and do good things #I am obviously not a psychologist

[gothoffspring]

hi! I found another object that I'm going to overuse and decided to slap some patterns on it. Details, credits and download links below the cut.

DETAILS:

This is a recolor of 'The WhipperSnapper: Mach 10 Edition Rocker' Rocking chair from the Growing Together expansion pack.

Unfortunately, this means that Growing Together is required in order for these recolors to work. Sorry!

There are 14 various patterned swatches. You can see an unedited preview of all of them right here (edge smoothing off).

Custom thumbnail for the first swatch.

Patterns are mostly cute, baby themed patterns with some oddballs mixed in.

Also, If you're looking for more recolors of this rocker, I highly recommend checking out the Artsy Baby set by @tinysimmer!

CREDITS:

all patterns sourced from either vecteezy or freepik, thank you very much to the original creators.

DL: SFS / MF

@maxismatchccworld @mmfinds @alwaysfreecc 💖

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4cc #s4cc #the sims 4 cc #custom content #maxis match #ts4 edit #mycc #i literally just wanted the first swatch and now here we are lmao #hope someone else can get some use out of them i kind of dig them! #please tag me or let me see if you use these in your gp 😘 ill die of happiness x100

[fishofthewoods]

Oh my god I woke up this morning and my Stardew Valley meta post had almost 150 notes????? Hello?????????? Anyways I started writing this last night because @moon-is-pretty-tonight left nice tags on the original so thank you so much!!

We know from the starting scenes of the game that the farmer's grandfather loved Stardew Valley. So why did he leave? Pelican Town is a good place to grow old; George and Evelyn are just fine. It's a fine place to raise a kid, but maybe he just wanted to raise his child closer to real schools and other children.

Or maybe, just maybe, he understood.

Was there a day when he was in his thirties where he looked at his friends and realized they weren't like him? That he could run faster than them, work longer, explore deeper into the hidden places of the valley?

Was there a day when he went to the wizard to ask him for help, for knowledge if nothing else? Did he learn then that his family was different? Special? Chosen? And how did he react? He couldn't possibly raise a child in the valley if they would be as strange and fey as him. He had to leave. There was no other way.

But years later, on his deathbed, did he regret that choice?

Is that why he gave the farmer the letter?

Is that why they went back home?

When the farmer steps off the bus that first day, the valley is still on the cusp of winter, just barely tipping over into spring. The flowers are starting to bloom, but a chill still hangs in the air. As soon as the farmer's boots touch the soil there's a change. The air gets warmer. The trees get greener. Not by too much, not all at once, but it changes.

The junimos watch the farmer as they do their work. They're new to farming, but take to it with frightening speed; their first batch of crops is perfect. None of the townsfolk tell them that parsnips don't normally grow in less than a week, that cauliflowers don't grow to be ten feet tall, that fairies don't visit when the sun goes down and grow potatoes and beans and tulips overnight. The junimos talk amongst themselves in their strange, wild language, and agree: this is the one. They're back. The valley recognizes its own, even when they've left for a generation. The farmers have come home.

Things change fast in the valley. The community center, empty and decrepit for so many years, is rejuvenated. (Lewis says it was abandoned only a few weeks after the farmer's grandfather left. Strange coincidence, he says, that it both came and went with the farmer's family.) The mines and the quarry, similarly abandoned, are explored for the first time in ages. The town becomes cleaner, brighter, more vibrant, happier.

And it is happier. Not just the environment, but the people. It's the talk of the town for weeks when Haley does her first closet purge. Leah's art show in the town square is a huge success. Shane's smiling for the first time since he moved to the valley. All of them, when asked, say it's all thanks to the farmer.

People love to ask why Lewis didn't fix the community center on his own. Why Willy never repaired the boat to ginger island. Why Abigail or Marlon never went down to fix the elevator in the mines, or why Clint didn't fix the minecarts.

But isn't it so much more interesting to ask how those things were there in the first place? How they got so broken down? If the stories the townspeople tell are true, the valley was once a beautiful place, flourishing and full of life; why did that change? When did it change?

Was it when the farmer's grandfather, the locus of the valley, its chosen representative, left town?

And if so, what happens when the farmer comes back?

#lich says shit #stardew valley #stardew farmer #sdv #my writing #Hope y'all enjoyed! #I'm thinking about developing this into. Like. An actual Fan Fiction. Still sort of short-form but like with more detail? #LMK if you'd be interested to see that! Also if you want to be tagged in future installations of this please just let me know :) #I'm super into this version of the farmer as like. Blessed and cryptic child of the valley with all the strange behavior that entails #If i DO write a more in-depth version of this it'll be from the perspective of someone in town #maybe Leah? She seems like she'd be the one to notice the farmer being Odd. Either that or I'll do it from the perspective of multiple-- #--different people to get their unique insights and stuff #I'd also want to dig into like #The family history of the farmer. And what that's like. #Because like why did grandpa leave? #He clearly loved the valley #So why didn't he stay? #Why did he give the deed to his grandchild and not his literal child? #And is it a coincidence that everything in the valley went downhill when he left? #I don't think so.

[reduxable]

Posting these before i forgetttt

#someone drew the RWS disc server emojis and it was SO delicious #went looking for post/account but i couldn’t find anything #i might dig deeper but based of the URL i think their name was thelegendofbooger?? #or maybe im just an idiot #their username mightve changed so if anyone finds out lmk maybeee???? #couldnt stop thinking of these emojis ever sinceeeee😭🙏 #postal dude #running with scissors #postal #postal 2 #postal 3 #the postal dude emojis are also available on steam for anyone who owns postal 4 i think #i need sleep #was a pain in the ass writing all that i hope i find them god daaaaauuuuhhhmmn #thanks to anyone who reads the extra stuff i put in tags btw🥲

[callmelyc]

✨My 2023 KL Fic faves ✨💞

(Aka my fic wrapped....some of it I read way too many I have 300+ pages of history ok)

This is my list from Twitter that contains:

- Fic Rereads

-New to me reads (recs etc.)

-New to the fandom in 23 reads

All fics hand-picked that I've read and loved (or thought about) alot this year! So let's do this 💫

•Disclaimer: this list contains a mix of ratings for fics so pls pay attention to ratings if you'd like to avoid NSFW•

✨. You don't have to say I love you by XRider

Rated G

-forbidden love, childhood trauma but a happy ending (also mute lance!)

-alt universe non canon/no voltron

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45973999/chapters/115719643

💫. Life Sound by savemeaplate

Rated E (NSFW)

- prince Klance, enemies to friends to Lovers, non human Lance

-medieval fantasy setting, no voltron

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28395438/chapters/69578217

✨. Lifeline by peachyaslans

Rated T

-soulmates, shared injuries, friends to Lovers

-pre-canon & canon divergent

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/51176287

💫. Due West by europa_report

Rated T

-secret relationship, angst, Krolia & Lance bonding

-post S6, canon divergent

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/15588417

✨. Home by erinwantstowrite

Rated T

-canon rewrite, alien lance, team as family

- a revamped canon universe that's currently ongoing

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/38455249

💫. How long can this love hold it's breath? by artimess_chimes

Not rated no NSFW

-love letters, mutual pinning, denial of feelings

-canon universe, BOM era Keith

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/50344408

(y'all knew this was coming I shouted about it as it updated on twit):

✨. My soul has your claim, my soul is in flames by TellyMauve

Rated T

-confess or be trapped, love confessions, not actually unrequited love

-canon universe, canon divergent s7

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/46906135

✨.status rouge by perfchan

Rated E (NSFW)

-lance skincare shenanigans, getting together, crack treated seriously

-post canon universe, cracked me up the situations are ridiculous in the best ways

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/48173959

💫. Insomnia by viren_writes

Rating E (NSFW)

-mating rituals, jealous Keith (I love this tag), aliens made em do it

-canon universe, post s6

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/21502387

💫. Challenger of the maze by erinwantstowrite

Rated T

-smart lance, team as family, lance arc

-canon like universe, lance centric with hints of kl

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/38368447

✨. I killed sendak for this by hiuythn

Rated T

-humor, husbands and temp amnesia

-post canon universe, very sweet

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/17659658

💫. Galaxy station 87 by iridania

Rated M

-mystery, illness, unreliable narrator (it got me good and normally I see thru them)

-canon like universe, missions

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/15930527

✨. One life for the two of us by iwriteshipsnotsailthem (a fave writer)

Rated T

-single parent Lance, tattoo artist Keith, fluff and angst

-alt universe no voltron

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/21800272

💫. The greatest unknowns by keithsgaycousin

Rated G

-single parent Keith, pediatrician Lance, falling in love

-alt universe no voltron

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/33240130

✨. One wheel short by youareinacomawakeup

Rated T

-alt universes, angst & langst, shit gets real

-somewhat canon compliance lots of alt universes

✨. Breathe into me by cyberkogane

Rated M

-jealous Keith, lance has a Galra bf, endgame Klance

-alt canon universe

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/15234423

💫. If it's not broken by emo_texas_toast

Rated E (NSFW)

-humor & smut, lance trying to seduce landlord Keith, happy ending

-alt universe no voltron

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/46620268

✨. Ten minutes on the clock, 20 years on the mind by negativefouriq

Rated T

-bamf lance, angst, hurt/comfort

-canon like universe, I think about this one alot

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/38976807

💫. You're a dream to me by icedpink

Rated T

-alt universe canon divergent, secret relationship, team as family

-v cute

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/45049723

✨. Love me twice, save me thrice by witty_name

Rated M some nsfw

-fae court, magic, intrigue

-alt universe no voltron, their love is so magnetic

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/25599466

💫. Wicked rather than virtuous by 2dick2down

Rated E (NSFW)

-dramatic lance (he's so funny), miscommunication, jealousy

-alt universe no voltron

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/19198666

✨. So, Darling (save the last dance for me) by negativefouriq

Rated T

-pov outsider, smitten Keith, soft klance

-alt universe canon divergent

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/48090406

💫. Dusk till Dawn by hannaadi88 & hunkydory

Rated E (NSFW)

-fae lance, angst, ambitious lance

-huge warning and spoiler: not klance endgame, Reccing it bc it was good but it hurt like a bitch at the end

Https://archiveofourown.org/works/26258401

#voltron #lance vld #vld #vld lance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #keith x lance #keith voltron #hope this works #someone asked me to post it off twit so lets see if it formatted right #also some are gere for amusement others are here bc it made me feel things yk #and I only made it 35/305 of my history tabs before giving up digging thru em #also rereading the classic that is goodnight travel well rn and i cant put that on this list bc its not posted anymore im reading from a pdf #but just know it would be here too bc its so good

[trainingdummyrabbit]

Amngie

The Only Character Ever Source Dude Trust Me My Dad Works At Library Of Ruina

one of the rare characters that makes me lose it in that specific way in which i literally cant watch random people talk about her or else ill give myself heart palpitations <333 i saw a mildly off-base take about her One Time and it made me want to chew through drywall. absolutely fucking fascinating effect that one.

what can i even say about her that i havent already. that other people havent already. shes everything. probably one of th best written characters ican think of in my recent memory. where do you even start. shes a character that showed up and irrevocably altered my entire programming.

shes just a little thang. she could kill with a snap of her fingers. she cares so much that its a core part of her character. shes so jaded that she tries to convince herself she doesnt. shes terrified of being alone. she severs the tie between her and the people she loves with her own hand. she wants to live. she doesnt care what happens to her. she yearns for autonomy and freedom. she wanders in circles because its what shes always had to do, and is convinced thats what there always was and always will be. she doesnt trust anyone. she hired someone who broke into her house on the spot. she designed herself and her [Status Redacted]s cute color coded outfits. shes a horrible liar. she built herself from the ground up. shes bird. shes gender. shes even asexual. imagine.

i cant fucking show her to anybody because every time i try to introduce her it just turns into showing shitty pngs of her and tearfully and incomprehensibly saying "ilove her so much" over and over again.

shes fucking impossible. i would kill for her without hesitation.

amngela.

#trying tearfully to try and explain the significance of her self-imposed distance clashing with her returning to-- #--the one person who ever respected her; who she trusted deeply; referring to him by the name of someone who died long ago-- #--guarding herself with a feigned disdain yet still migrating back over and over as if she hopes This Time will be different-- #--like some sort of stray cat hissing at your hand yet wailing mournfully when you arent out to greet her at 5pm SHARP. #thinks about 'You're not the Benjamin I used to know.' and begins clawing at the fucking WALLS. #as if that was supposed to be a dig at Him and not the saddest and most telling fucking thing she could have possibly said #piktalk #projmoon

[zeb-z]

bbh finally realized his insistence on revenge at the cost of himself isnt worth it and hurts his loved ones! and it only took seeing someone he loves also burn themselves in their hunt for vengeance in a way that’s somehow far more deadly and self destructive

#bad watched cellbit dig past bedrock and realized rock bottom is not where he should be #it only took four bodies to get the point across #crazy how that gives someone perspective I guess #anyways. here’s to hoping bad can do what everyone else has done for him which is dig in with their heels and keep him upright by sheer will #the power of love WILL prevail. or I’m going to blow things up #mcyt #qsmp #q!bbh #q!cellbit #cellbit #bbh #z speaks

[vellichorom]

all these horrible tumblr updates, but WHEN are we going to get an update that allows us to look at public tags in chronological order huh. i want there to be an acknowledgement & archive of media & blogs & such from the WAY back. i want to be able to see the VERY FIRST FEW SURVIVING POSTS of any given media ( TSP for one ) without having to dig around through old obscure blogs for it ( if so i can FIND THEM ), as fun as that is

#twinkie talks #AND IF THERE IS A WAY TO DO THIS for the love of god someone tell me #how cool. would that be #you enter an old long lasting fandom in its modern years #but wouldn't you like to see what people in the beginning were talking about regarding it. #WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO SEE. the first things people were discussing back when tumblr began #without just having to hope one post or another was popular enough to get circulated through syndication #because i sure would like 2 swim more in 2013 tsp myself #that shit is FUN & very very relaxing #but i've got no way to do that without REALLY digging #unless you tsp oldies can link me some of that :gazes at you: #anyway

[derangedthots]

i have a particular fondness for scenes in media that read like sex scenes even tho no sex is actually happening...which is also why the last jacemond scene in ch1 of CTF is one of my fav things i've ever written😶‍🌫️🥰

#the way i was digging my nails into my palms to refrain from using the word thrust when aemond got jace on the table #jace expressly swearing his consent to be harmed by aemond...not realizing...yeah #the knife switching hands and drawing blood...the tease of it all #valyrian wedding metaphors but also...consummation metaphors... #jace calling erryk inside as witness smth smth bedding ceremony metaphors... #i hope someone sees these tags bc in hindsight i really did go ham writing that scene LMAO #head in hands i need a concentrated iv drip of the motivation i had back then #author notations #jacemond #ctf #scene writing

[lilyrizzy]

cw: a/b/o dynamics, mention of scars from past sa, set in this universe

It’s winter and the windows are closed. The sickly smell of sunshine hitting warm, damp earth that’s ready to give way to something new and green, it’s all Max. Outside, the ground is stone and unforgiving to life.

“Daniel,” Max whimpers, hips rolling languidly in his lap. Everywhere they touch is sweat sodden, Max’s back sticking to Daniel’s chest. He presses a kiss to a patch of acne on his shoulder; sweet imperfection. “Daniel-- please.”

Touching his stomach with one hand, Daniel shifts them so he slides that little bit deeper inside. His fingertips graze the more sinister scars, the angry, sickening red of most having faded long ago to a muted pink, while with others it has only been weeks. Other hand resting over Max’s chest, Daniel lets the rabbit quick beat of his heart underneath his palm soothe him. This way, he tells himself, he’ll know if he does anything wrong.

He used to be confident helping girlfriends, an occasional friend through heats. Kiss, thrust, knot, come. Simplicity. With Max, there’s no room for error and yet so many tight corners it feels impossible not to go wide anyway.

“Baby,” he says, then leans in to kiss the tender spot behind Max’s ear, where he’s so sure nobody else has before. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. It’ll be over soon.”

Max whines, shaking his head as much as he can without forcing Daniel’s mouth away. Still Daniel moves, lips trailing until they’re resting on his neck, over where Max’s scent is thickest. It settles heavily over his tongue, like syrup with all of the gluey sweetness. The air around them is too humid for how cold it must be in every other room of the house, the heating switched off the moment Max’s fever began.

Daniel lets his teeth scrape against this most tender part, testing. Max’s hips stutter, Daniel’s lap gets wetter. He moves the hand on Max’s stomach down, until he’s touching where Max is hard, a different kind of sticky.

It’s freedom to do this, to hold Max in his arms and make him feel good. To show him that not every ache has to hurt. That when love is done right, it is the same thing as safety.

“I love you,” he says to remind Max, to sate the lion prowling in his chest that wants to pick its teeth with Jos’s bones, “all mine, my Maxy.”

Max’s head falls back onto Daniel’s shoulder at the mention of his name, and he’s smiling shyly. The flushed pink of his face the same colour as the first tulips Daniel gave to him, though this wasn’t what he’d been thinking about at the time. The sunlight filtering through the blinds bathes him in gold and Daniel has to have him forever.

Neck straining, Max’s lips reach to kiss Daniel's scent gland in return. To press his face into the place he knows it’s okay to hide. Daniel’s hips keep moving, rolling gently as he starts to swell.

Pain blossoms as Max’s teeth graze the thin skin of Daniel’s neck when he comes, hard enough to make Daniel’s hips jerk. Too rough in a way he promised he’d never be, but Max only whimpers, only pulls his face back a few moments later, and there's a tiny speck of blood covering the freckle on his mouth.

“Please,” he says again, and Daniel bites.

#digging graves for birds #can you believe i have been posting writing on tumblr forever #and only just realised i can make the cw line smaller than the rest of the text #that gif of max typing is legit me with computers lol except i can acc type fast #ANYWAY i hope someone enjoys this!!!!! #max/daniel #fic #cw sa #sorry i can only write really bleak stuff these days #lily write fluff challenge lol #please tell me why i'm writing so many silly nature metaphors too...

[ask-azurearts]

This is half random but I want to put out that if your a fellow artist and struggle to accept compliments do one simple thing; just say thank you. That sounds very easy in writing, and maybe even stupidly obvious, but it is important. Specifically if you have a habit of talking down your art with all the problems that happened/errors you see/etc. It's super easy to get wrapped up in those negatives and cloud how you see your own work, to push away compliments that will help you build confidence in your work, not just sharing it but just generally accepting the time put into it was not wasted like the mind tries to say.

You can very easily put yourself out of the desire to make art when all you see are negatives, and then that leads to frustration for not making something, but when you do you hate it.

So just say 'Thank You' and leave the mind with that, don't let it rush to explain the errors of why it doesn't deserve to be praised, let those two words be the only thing it gets to let out. You'd be surprised how much weight they carry to make the mind believe the conversation is over, I've had to learn that over the years.

Your work deserves praise, don't let your brain say otherwise.

#artist ramble #rambling #this is something I've thought of posting for awhile but I wasn't sure how to word it #its something I've been doing for years now and it has stopped me from digging my art into the negatives #I hope this might help someone else even though it's really simple #but sometimes it's the simple suggestions that make the biggest impact

[icewindandboringhorror]

Obligatory fancier outfit that must be present anytime I post outfits 

#self #fantasy costume #If I had the money for a custom tailored fantasy-ish victorian-ish suit instead of piecing together random thrift store items with like walm #rt halloween costume type jackets and stuff.. #unstoppable..... #I would actually lean more straight up historical with my wardrobe it's just that everything I own basically is thrifted aside from a very #small portion of things (like usually socks for example I get from ebay. wigs from ebay. things that it's hard to find in thrift stores. etc #) and I rarely ever find stuff like that at the bins. Your closest bet is like. hopeing that the week you come in just so happens to also be #a week that a church costume department recently donated a bunch of old stuff. but I just haven't really had much luck finding like fancy ve #sts and suit coats and cloaks or like tunics and etc. etc. #Styles like mori kei or cult party kei are pretty accessible and easy for places like the bins (where youre usually digging through piles of #curtains and fabric scraps and doilies anyway). but finding like.. a straight up tudor england costume or something is . VERY rare #Sometimes you do find halloween costumes. Or like. stuff that's clearly like cheap 'Goth' stuff from shein or aliexpress that someone has do #nated and they can be a LITTLE okay in terms of usable for costumes. But you rarely find actual good quality stuff. obviously because like #real very good quality historical costumes are expensive and most people aren't just like 'yeah dump it off to goodwill' lol #In an ideal world though I would have fancy top hats and neck ruffles and stuff .. know this ghhjbhj #Lack of that will not stop me from taking picturesin basically the same outfit 6000 times though. My one single silky black vest and #one of the two solitary ruffly neck shirts I have every been able to find. #Pointy-ish little boots that I put with everything even thogugh they look terrible up close because they're literally like over 10 yrs old #I bought them so long ago and the black fake leather lining is like peeling off of the outside #ANYWAY #he's back again... the same little generic like elf vampire ruffle shirt with vest look.. might as well be the same guy #I support him and his dumbass disintegrating shoes anyway

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

is there any name you go by? because saying poorly drawn mdzs every time is a mouthful ngl

(you're so cool btw your blog sparks joy)

I do, but nobody uses it. People have been coming up with funnier and more creative names, so I’m leaving it up to the whims of the people. I have a list that grows everyday.

#ask #I actually thought I took my name out of my FAQ to go along with the joke a week or so ago but…nope. Its always been there. #This is not a dig at you for not seeing my FAQ it’s not on mobile…where most people use this site. #I hope nobody takes this as a call to use my name #I am not being sarcastic; I *love* the creativity! Calling me OP is part of site culture. #And i do have a list. I have favourites. Waiting for the day someone calls me some variation of poor(ly drawn) little meow meow. #It’s *right there* You just have to be a *little* ironic about it though. #thanks for saying I spark joy B*) my certification is renewed #sorry for no doodle AND sorry for the ppl who have notifs on for me who are waiting for the art to return. one more ask after this.

[3am-thoughts-of-achilles]

IN OUR BEDROOM AFTER THE WAR {a patrochilles drabble/rewrite}

The war is over.

This is the very first thought in Patroclus’ mind as he wakes up.

But really, it makes no sense; there is no war, and there never was, so he dismisses it as the last remains of a dream he can’t recall.

Brilliant gold invades his vision, tickling his face as his boyfriend shuffles and shifts in bed, snuggling against him. Sunlight streams in through the curtains, igniting Achilles’s hair in a startling fiery blond. It’s a beautiful sight to behold. He’s a beautiful sight to behold, Patroclus thinks, overtaken, though not for the first time, by an awe so instantaneous, it knocks the breath from his lungs.

His lips tug upwards as Achilles begins to stir, blinking sleepily up at Patroclus. “Good morning,” he whispers, voice thick with sleep. Their fingers search each other out beneath the covers, intertwining easily.

They’re here now, Patroclus thinks. For some reason he’s relieved, happy, giddy. They’re here now; alive and well, warm bodies next to each other. It’s truly a comforting thought.

“Good morning,” he echoes, taken in by Achilles’ loving gaze on him.

Outside, the day is beginning. Birds sing, the wind whistles, and the chatter of people in the city outside greets his ears as they go about their day and make their way to their destinations. But Achilles and Patroclus have the time to just be for the moment, basking in each other’s presence in the safety of their bedroom.

Achilles smiles, lifting his free hand to trace along Patroclus’ face, like he hasn’t committed it to memory already. “You have that look again,” he murmurs. And Patroclus knows exactly what he’s talking about; that look that makes it impossible to hide how utterly and completely enamoured he is.

“You have it too,” he says, grinning as they draw closer.

Their foreheads graze affectionately.

“Good,” Achilles whispers earnestly. “I love you,” he professes softly, a curious catch in his voice.

There’s something strangely melancholic and nostalgic about the morning, though there’s no reason for it. There’s a tightening in Patroclus’ throat too. His hand squeezes Achilles’ own. “And I love you,” he breathes.

He sighs as they kiss, lips meeting in a familiar, perfect welcome. A thousand fluttering butterflies erupt in his stomach like light, and his heart soars. In the distance, a bell tolls, signalling a new hour, and they get to begin again; just the two of them.

Later, he will remember vague bits of a nightmare; a gruesome war. Achilles’s slender fingers stained red in the aftermath of several brilliant battles. His own torso erupting in pain as a weapon protrudes from it. Achilles grieving.

But, it was only a dream. It may never have happened, or perhaps it was a past life.

The point is, they’re here now, and that’s the only thing that matters.

Achilles dissolves under a flurry of Patroclus’ insistent kisses. His gentle voice as he murmurs Patroclus’ name over and over, is all that matters. His fingers, clean and unstained, threading into Patroclus’ hair as he arches into him. Up up up.

It’s beautiful, all of it. All of him.

They’re in their bedroom now, together. Safe from whatever past fates might have been. The birds sing, the bell tolls, and sunlight trickles in through the window, casting their bodies in a warm, empyrean glow.

Even the gods can’t tear them from each other now.

#ahh i wrote this ages ago and decided to dig it out of my drafts and tweak it a little ! #i hope someone likes this <3 #patrochilles #tsoa #tsoa achilles #tsoa patroclus #tsoa textpost #the song of achilles #tsoadaily #repost #.txt #hades game #hades patrochilles #3amthoughtsofachilles #gay