#Hope this was okay !

[yandere-kokeshi]

Have any thought abt Alex ?!

I feel like he is poster child for cute meet /hallmark Christmas movies/ Adorkable cheesy one-liners.

Any way how has Saturday treated you??🤭🤭🤭🤭

Consider this a few small yandere-ish headcanons for him. Funnily enough, I do have thoughts for him, just shy to start writing him cause I don’t know how to 🤷‍♂️

My day is (was) good!! How is yours, lovely?

But you’re definitely right. Alex is a cheesy-one liner man, leans against the wall as he makes one of those jokes. But, he laughs at it before you do, which makes you forcibly laugh at his crying laughter.

He’s definitely a golden retriever type of boyfriend that’s constantly active. Wakes up at 6 am. Sleeps barely naked; only his boxers and socks on. Usually goes for a long jog and loves for you to join him; not only for the bonding but to look at your ass and thighs moving.

Type of loving boyfriend (husband) to come you behind you, cover your eyes and day "Guess who...??". He kisses you on the cheek and gifts you a lovely item he saw on the way to see you.

Despite his fun-go-to personality, he’s incredibly manipulative and will gaslight you a lot. Most often, you don’t see it cause of how clever he is.

Another guy who talks a lot — feeds your ears with all types of disturbing facts like any other everyday conversation. Looks at you with a raised eyebrow when you squrim at his facts.

Very clingy and hates being away from you. Texts and calls nonstop. He will definitely send you drunk pictures of him and Farah when he’s on missions 😂😂

Type of guy to crawl underneath your hoodie or shirt, and sleep on your stomach. Another one for cold hands supremacy and loves to make you squeal with them.

Puts a tracker on you — he can’t always be with you, and seeing the green dot light up when he checks his phone relieves him of any stress.

Lives for neck and shoulder kisses. And funnily enough, he almost headbutts you in a way a dog would. If he wants attention, he’ll drag his forehead against the back of yours; digging it into the back of your neck and making kissy noises.

Absolutely loves the fall and Christmas. He thinks it's the best time of the year and lights up when the leaves start to change, or snow falls on the ground. Alex makes you hot chocolate and begs to make a replica of you two — and may or may not add a penis to his snowman 😂

#hope this was okay #gonna add this to my masterlist until i can actually get his yandere headcanons out #ask #dangbastard #kokeshi!! #yandere #alex keller #yandere cod #yandere call of duty #yandere mw2 #yandere x darling #alex keller mw #alex keller cod #the icons are not mine #they belong to their rightful owners #yandere alex keller #yandere alex #alex keller x reader #alex keller x you #x gender neutral reader #yandere blog #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere male #alex keller call of duty #alex mw2

[avastyetwats]

Gone with the Inn

@fxckin-blackbeard

"I can't believe my trapped worked! Oh, Ed's gonna be so proud. Got us a good one here, didn't I? Sorry about this little guy." He apologizes to the dead prey in his hand, having just cut it from the trap he set overnight. He holsters his knife before dropping the squirrel into the brown sack, separate from the one that holds the numerous berries he found in some bushes earlier. "If this one worked, maybe the others--"

BANG.

A swarm of birds erupts from the trees all around Stede after that gunshot rings out. A gunshot that made his own heart jump into his throat, not only because it scared the shit out of him, but because of how close it was. Because of the direction it came from. "Ed..."

Dropping both sacks from his hands, Stede takes off in a run back towards the cabin where Ed had stayed behind while he came out to check traps and gather resources. He doesn't remember the last time he's ran so fast, if he's ever ran this fast, but the panic coursing through his veins, the adrenaline pumping through him, is what gets him back to the cabin within seconds. But just as he's about to emerge from the forest another gunshot rings out and he drops to the ground to take cover, hidden behind some bushes. After another second or two, Stede peeks out over the bush he's hidden behind and his eyes widen at what he sees out on the water. A large ship some miles out and an empty dinghy perched right on the sand. It's then that Stede notices movement on the right side of the cabin... a soldier comes from around the corner, movements slow and quiet as though to avoid detection, while aiming his weapon right at the window. At their bedroom window.

Stede doesn't hesitate. He surges from out of the bushes and the soldier turns just before Stede can grab him. Instead he grabs onto the soldier's rifle and uses it to push him up against the wall before kneeing him in the stomach. He drops to his knees and, using the butt of the rifle, Stede knocks the man unconscious and face first into the sand. He drops the rifle and heads towards the front only to realize his stupidity. How could he leave the weapon behind!? Idiot, Stede, come on! He berates himself before grabbing the rifle again, then he makes his way to the front of the cabin. "Ed!?" He calls out his name not once, but twice, as he approaches the steps and then more gunshots ring out, as well as screams. "Ed!? AHHH." Stede lets out a high pitched scream when a bullet flies right by his head, hitting one of the wooden support beams, but when he realizes it didn't come from inside the building, he looks behind him and finds another dinghy with more soldiers approaching the beach, still a good few minutes out but clearly close enough to shoot from afar.

"ED SAY SOMETHING IF YOU'RE ALIVE!" He yells over the gunshots from inside, knowing if he ran in, he'd be doing it blind considering he didn't know where the soldiers were or Edward even was. But the constant gunfire was a good sign, wasn't it? It meant he had to be alive and was still fighting.

...Is that smoke? Oh, god, REALLY?

#hope this was okay #hope I didn't do too much too soon but I didn't want to do too little either lmao #i can just imagine stede's high pitched scream #c; stede bonnet #fxckin blackbeard

[lieutenant-speirs]

For the valentine’s prompts, only if you don’t have too many already and only if you have the time/want to - and no worries if you don’t :)

21. “I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.” With Joe Toye x Reader. Maybe where they’ve been real close friends for a long time - heavy mutual pining and one of them just can’t hold it in anymore.. Thank you 💛

“𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘….𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘….” “𝐴𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠? 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦? 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑?” “𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑝….?”

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏: 𝐽𝑜𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑦𝑒 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐/𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: Valentines Day | Valentines Platonic Joe was a long way from frayed and stained army greens and browns as he was waiting in the living room, dressed in formal black pants, plain button up and suit jacket to match. Hair slicked back into a neat style since he had grown it out a bit, getting a feel for his own style since being stateside.

Flicking his wrists to readjust he cuffs more comfortable, he sighed as his eye caught the time on is watch. His head turned towards the stairs that lead to the upstairs rooms, “Come on Y/N!”

Joe had met you a few months before he went to war. You moved in next door and the rest was history. However, your first interaction, outside a friendly wave, had been when you were stubbornly trying to carry all the shopping bags in one go…and of course one bag broke and the rest fell out of your arms like dominos. Joe, being who he was, came running over - while laughing - but still offered to help. He helped carry your groceries inside, maneouvering between packed boxes that are waiting to be sorted into their designated rooms. To which, he also offered to help move them upstairs for you. From there… the friendship just…clicked. You two were never short of a conversation, always making the other laugh… everything just felt… natural. 

And then the war broke out… Joe showed up at yours in his uniform to state that he’s leaving soon. Your heart dropped and it visibly showed on your features. That’s when you both promised to write. 

And that’s exactly what you did. Both of you slowing falling for the other through years of correspondence. Both of you open and vulnerable in your letters because noone else was reading them and there was just that comfortableness in friendship that you could express your inner thoughts and feelings without judgement. Him too. 

There was a period where you weren’t getting letters and then you finally received one from a hospital. It was shorter than normal but Joe didn’t have the strength to write lengthy letters while recuperating from having lost his leg. Your heart broke but was also relieved that he was just alive. That’s all you ever prayed for…

You heard Joe’s voice call out and huffed in annoyance; either at him or yourself, you weren’t sure, as you stared at yourself in the full-length mirror. You weren’t happy with your outfit. Three other dresses lay haphazardly on the bed and the chair as you had tried those on and deemed them not suitable enough. Joe technically wasn’t yours to worry about looking decent beside him, but he was your everything. Which was what made today, of all days..harder to choose with the outfit. It was Valentines. A day for couples. You two aren’t a couple. You’re just going along for the joy ride because you both don’t have official plans anyway.

Your makeup made your features look softer than what your expression is letting on, your hair done up but, just like the dress, you weren’t satisfied with the result. “I’ve been trying to get ready for, like, an house and a half! Because I know you’re going to look good and I need to try and match up!” you called back down. 

Joe’s now frowning up at the stairs, not having heard anything more ridiculous in his life. “Will you just come down? We’re going to be late. Whatever you wear is gonna be fine.” 

You rolled your eyes as Joe’s annoyed voice filtered through. Men just didn’t understand. To you, Joe was one of the most handsome people you ever met… His brown eyes twinkled when he laughed, they darkened when he was angry (and you won’t admit this, but you find it hot), he had the most gorgeous smile, his eyebrows were expressive and made his features soft when they knitted together in concern when you would talk to him about certain things. So, of course whatever he wears will just accentuate his handsome features and you’ll end up looking like ‘plain jane’ next to him. He was deserving more of that. Especially with you two going out on, what’s supposed to be a couples-only celebration. 

You scoffed at your appearance before finally doing as requested and making your way down the stairs to see Joe fiddling with the cufflinks, his crutches resting under his arms against his side. Brown eyes finally looked up as he heard one particular stair creak beneath your step and his face went blank. You didn’t realise you held your breath as you all but floated down the stairs (he thought you floated like an angel, you thought you clunked down like a not-so-graceful rhino). 

Using his crutches, he made his way over to you just as you reached the last step and stood in front of him. His features gave nothing away. His lips were parted, his brown eyes just staring at the ghastly get up that you’re in. “I’ll never look nice compared to you.” the heartbreak was evident in the disappointment in your voice. You turned on your heel and was about to make your way back upstairs when a tight grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks.

Joe still didn’t know his own strength at times, whilst he wasn’t hurting you, it still surprised you what this man might be capable of with just his bare hands. “Are you shitting me? You look….you look….” “Atrocious? Silly? Like a woman menstruated?” “Will you shut up….?” His voice, not at all harsh, but soft and exasperated. You just weren’t getting it. He was at a loss of words. His facial expressions… well… He’s Joe. He’s not the best with the ladies unless he’s wooing them for sex. Which is something he wouldn’t dream about doing with you. He respects you too much. His voice softened and a hushed, “You look beautiful, Y/N.” filtered past his lips, as though he were afraid it was inappropriate to say and some unforgiving Godly figure might smite him a second time causing him to loose the only other leg he has. 

His eyes gazed over you, up and down, drinking your entire being in. “Anything you wear, you look radiant in. I don’t understand -” “Because it’s you, Joe. You’re the handsome one. The funny one. The charismatic one. And I’m just… me.” I’ll never be good enough for you Went unspoken on your red-painted lips. 

But it felt heavy in the air that it made Joe snap. He had enough of dancing around this, he had enough of waiting, and he was too impatient to tell you over dinner how he was feeling about you. Hobbling forward a step or two. He hooked a finger beneath your chin and lifted your head up. “You…are one of the most beautiful broa-ladies, I’ve ever met. No matter what you wear, you’ll look drop dead gorgeous. I think you look gorgeous… I always have…”

Without asking permission, Joe dropped his head and his lips pressed against yours. He felt the small gasp part from your lips before pressing his lips more firmly against yours. One hand one the end of the stair rail to steady himself, the other hand lighty resting against your cheek…which now dropped to wrapping around the middle of your back and pressing you firmly against him. Your own arms snaked around his neck, as your lips melted against him. 

He had already mentioned you two were pushing for time… but now… neither of you could care less. 

You were happy that he was finally yours. Officially.

#They were neighbors to friends to lovers #Hope this was okay #I've never picked up Joe Toye as a writing muse before #I would have posted yesterday but I forgot he lost a leg #Please don't ask how I forgot #and I mentioned stairs #and I was like 'well that's not gonna work' #I completely disregarded they were pining friends before too #So a few added paragraphs helped cleared that up #Hopefully #I don't know #But it's totally okay if you don't like it and it's not at all what you were expecting #Joe Toye x Reader #Joe Toye #Band of Brothers x Reader #Joe Toye Valentines Date

[braveryhearted]

❣ (Byakuya because i have an obsession. tell us tell us :3)

Send me ❣ for 3 pros & 3 cons of dating my muse!

( for multimuses be sure to specify the muse! )

@auburniivenus said: ❣ (Byakuya because i have an obsession. tell us tell us :3)

He's really loyal and will fight tooth and nail with his best power to keep them safe. This is increased tenfold because of what happened to Hisana. He's overprotective, silently of course, but that just shows he cares.

If you can't make it to a meeting or a group project, he's your man. He did this for his sister Rukia and has no problems going to places that requires a mandatory presence. They don't question him because he's always polite and writes down notes and relays information quite fast and precisly.

Since he has hobbies as in his calligraphy and the garden in the estate, Byakuya isn't opposed to anyone that dates him to have their own hobbies occupy the place and will actually help out the best he can.

He's somewhat of a neat person and demands anyone to clean up after themselves. It's very taxing on someone who loves to live in a mess or disorganized and hates rules.

He's a textbook loner from losing his first wife and has a lot of internal baggage from going through all of that trauma. It's so bad that he mistakenly would call someone he is closest to that name, which would be a tough pill to swallow if they are bothered by him calling his dead wife's name out like that.

He hates losing, even though externally he doesn't show this. This causes him to become very petty and have some small type of grudge towards anyone, even his significant other and can be a deal breaker.

#long post cw #[ hc. byakuya kuchiki ] #auburniivenus #death cw #he's still hung up on Hisana me thinks #I think he just needs someone that doesn't judge him on that #hope this was okay #it was a challenge

[ravarui]

🍷

Have a drink with my muse Accepting @ofsokovianbaronesses

🍷 - for our muses to have an honest conversation about life while drinking

How had they ended up in the current situation? Tony wasn't so sure about it, but he partly blamed the Accords and Ross who was breathing down his neck because of it. And while he didn't drink as much as he did before his unwanted vacation in Afghanistan, there were certain moments he just needed a drink. Preferable a strong one that made him forget about all the stress a little bit.

When Heike had joined him he didn't really remember, but he wasn't complaining either. She was at least a good listener while he rambled on about different things.

"Do you ever wonder if the things we do are really worth it in the end?"

#answered ask #ofsokovianbaronesses #I am Iron Man - Tony Stark #gave you the Tony muse for this by default :D #hope this was okay #unless you wanted another one

[nightingale-interactive]

NO. You really had me in the first half, not gonna lie. I was smiling so hard because I saw a Christian’s snippet… my innocent and clueless self really thought “aw, finally something good and wholesome to make my day brighter” boy was I wrong 😭

And you know what’s even more sad? Is that I went through the list of prompts to find a cute one to erase the angst from my mind but this one…

39. “Is this really how you want to end this? After everything we’ve been through and overcome?”

….it just fits so well as a continuation to all the tragedy that it makes me wanna cry 😞

But… please, can you write a happy ending this time? Christian isn’t perfect but he deserves to be happy 🥺

“Is this really how you want to end this?” You don’t even recognize your own voice at first-- the broken entity that it was so foreign in any other place besides your own mind. Your eyes lock with Chirstian’s blue gaze as you try to get him to understand that you weren’t giving up-- not again. “After everything we’ve been through and overcome?”

A sardonic smile curls his lips. “I’m not the one who gave up on us, MC.” He shakes his head, turning from you so he could compose himself. “I’m not the one who walked away again and again.”

“That’s not fair, Christian,” you gasp, pain lancing through your heart. “I’m not the one who’s married. I’m not the one who’s the President of the United States. I’m not the one who’s made commitments--” 

“But you are the one that’s made promises you can’t keep!” Christian roars, his back straightening as he whips around to look at you incredulously. “You’re the one that’s gotten my hopes up over and over again. You’re the one that I thought I could always count on, but you’re just like everyone else!”

You shake your head. “I’m not, Christian,” you state, the firmness returning to your voice. Approaching him, you’re reminded of a deer caught in the headlights-- his bright blue eyes staring at you, widened to an almost innocent degree, as he forced himself not to hope; to believe that this would be different for you both. “You’re the love of my life and I’m the love of yours. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, I swear it.”

The fabric of his button-up feels smooth against the palm of your hands when you rest them against his well-defined chest. Your neck craning back to look into the gaze you love more than anything-- into the eyes of the man who would forever hold your heart. 

“I love you, Mr. President.” Lifting up onto your tiptoes, you press the lightest kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to show it to you until now.”

Silence is all you’re met with. A type of silence that fills you with dread at what was to come. You don’t know how Christian was going to respond to your bold declaration, but you hoped that he would give you another chance. This time you wouldn’t be foolish enough to break his heart. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his arms wrap around your body and crushes you to his. His head bows to press his forehead against yours as he stares deeply into your eyes-- the love within the blue depths causes them to sparkle with enough brilliance to rival the stars hanging above you both. 

“I love you too, Sweet Baby,” he murmurs, dropping a teasing kiss to the tip of your nose. “That’s something that will never change. Even if things get hard sometimes, I don’t think I will ever be able to let you go.”

Your arms tighten around his waist. “Good, I don’t want you to.”

Laughter rumbles out of his chest-- the deep baritone of his voice like a soothing balm to your aching soul. “I don’t want to do so either.” His arms tighten imperceptibly around you. “As long as I’m able to breathe my heart will forever beat for you.”

“You promise?”

Another kiss is bestowed-- this time on your forehead. Warm breath ghosts across your skin because of Christian’s next words. “I swear it.”

This time you wouldn’t do anything to break either of your promises. Everything was as it should be.

As you have always wished it to be. 

#scandal #christian anderson #you're imperfect pieces fits his #anonymous #asks #ask #drabble #snippet #hope this was okay #fluff #continuation of the last one #sort of

[that-angry-noldo]

maedhros, resignation and/or isolation?

(from this character prompt list!

sorry it took a bit longer; I wasn't sure how I wanted to write it but I think I figured it out.)

Maedhros was alone.

He was alone in the dark, the only sensation being the cold stone beneath him, the only sound being the one of his own hitched breath and water dropping somewhere in the deeps of dungeon.

Maedhros was alone, Maedhros was alone, alone, a-

Maedhros opened his eyes.

He gasped, clenching his sheets, trying to convince himself they were real, and the light falling out of the window was real, and the sounds of people going about their morning routine down in the yard was real, and-

It was too much.

He still was missing a hand, though. That must've meant something, right?

He got up and tried to ready himself for another day.

~

"Maitimo."

He was alone. He was alone, aside from the Vala prying him with indifferent eyes - he was alone alone alone no where were Kano and Finno and Uncle he can't be alone, he can't, he ca-

"Did you really think you could escape me that easily, slave?"

Maedhros screamed.

He was in his room. Tilion's light was falling from the window.

Maedhros was shaking, trying to breathe, breathe, breathe - but he couldn't and he was alone alone alone-

He spent the rest of the night curled against the corner, his breath shaky and his eyes prying the threat that wasn't even there.

~

"Brother?"

Maedhros flinched, raising his hands instinctively. Maglor took a step back, his eyes falling to the ground, arms raised in the sign of surrender.

When did they reduce to this?

"I'm sorry," Maglor, said, still not looking up - still waiting for a sign that Maedhros didn't see him as a threat. Maedhros swalloved, crossed his arms on the chest.

"You... wanted something?"

"Can we talk? In private?"

~

"I hear you scream, Nelyo."

Maedhros looked away, pursed his lips. Maglor was looking straight at him, his gaze dark and heavy.

"You can't blame me for having nightmares, Kano," Maedhros finally said, his tone low and quiet. Maglor shivered.

"I don't- Nelyo, I don't blame you, it's not- you haven't told anybody."

"There's no need," Maedhros cutted. "No need, Makalaure."

"There is a need and you know it," Maglor hissed, leaning over the table - Maedhros resisted the urge to run, to fear his own brother. "You can't keep doing this. You can't."

"You," Maedhros growled, "have no idea what I can and can't."

~

"Look at you, Maitimo. Doing what I want. Locking yourself in the cage crafted by your own hands."

Maedhros looked away, too weak to answer. Moringotto tilted his head.

"Perfect, perfect. I love this thing you're doing: pushing others from yourself, playing martyr while in reality just hurting them."

Maedhros was shaking. "Please. Can't you be silent? You're not real. You're not real, you're in my head-" his whispers were quiet, mixed with sobs. "Be quiet. Be quiet."

"Maitimo," the voice croons, "you've chosen my company over the company of your brothers. There's no one to blame but yourself."

~

When Maedhros woke up, he didn't have a strenght to rise and start living.

When Maedhros woke up, he wished he stayed dead.

#maedhros #morgoth #melkor #morgoth bauglir #maglor #angband #post-angband #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #tolkien fic #hope this was okay

[korvyna]

@tempestflames​

Heels that clacked against the marble floors, a saunter that followed, putting up a show. Determination filled her sparkling teal orbs, lips pursed reflecting a glossy rose. Her hair of sheer gold, curled at the ends- a model in the making, looks to kill. Towards the receptionist, the former popstar hastily made her way, urging to see the company’s manager in the hopes her dreams could be re-lived once more. It had been only recent in which unfortunate events unfolded, and just like the passing of the seasons, Ahri was no longer known to the public.  Popstar Ahri was a dead muse. A desire for being reborn burn bright. This was a chance for redemption, another opportunity to make herself known. To rise to fortune and fame was but a contract away- a contract she would gain no matter what. A sweet taste of cherry filled her tongue, a taste of success.

Nothing would stand in her way- not yet.  Granted access, the muse made her way eagerly to the elevator, where she would soon enough meet the person that (hopefully) would help her rise to the top.

#tempestflames #▻ spotlight on me and i'm ready to break || ahri || KDA VERSE #HOPE THIS WAS OKAY

[simplegenius042]

🌹🌹

Two roses for two sentences? Thank you!

Here's a tiny snippet of a little FC5 WIP I'm calling The True Sinners. Starring my FC5 OC Deputy Silva Omar herself, a little before she has a chance encounter with one of the Seed brothers in the woods.

Here's the snippet below:

The sandbags tied to the cheap mannequin had barely been nicked by her fourth shot. Silva could almost imagine the shitty pink smile she had shoddily painted on its blank face open wide, if only to wordlessly laugh. Mocking her.

Reload. Rinse and Repeat. Silva repeated the mantra in her mind, methodically accomplishing each task she set out. Layout the ground. Scan the area. Set the scope. Line the shot. Breathe.

#far cry 5 #far cry the silver chronicles #oc: silva omar #don't worry hun you'll hit your target... eventually #wip: the true sinners #i don't often post wips as i'm usually busy with other things #hope this was okay #sharkyboshaw

[shipperqueen6]

Ginny for the character ask <3

First impression: a little annoying but likeable

Impression Now: haven't watched season two but good sister but needs to work on being a better friend

Favorite Moment: anything with her and austin

Idea for a story: something where she's queer maybe paired with Abby 🤷‍♀️

Unpopular Opinion: not a big fan of her with Marcus, I like them better separate

Favorite Relationship: friendship with max, Abby romantically maybe

Favorite Headcanon: she likes to read to Austin sometimes about princes and princess ' other times about princes and princes or princess' and princess'

#answered ask #hope this was okay #ginny and georgia #ginny miller

[greatcstarcher-archive]

@ghostlyscribes​ liked for a starter ! ( eleanor bishop )

“mom...” kate was stunned to say the least. seeing her mother in front of her after.. well.. after sending her to jail. wasn’t something she pictured herself doing, but she had to do what was right. did she still love her mom? no doubt about it. but how was she supposed to react? “you’re.. you’re out.”

#〚 ◄ ─ interaction . 〛 #〚 ▼ ─ main verse . 〛 #eleanor bishop [ ghostlyscribes . ] #HOPE THIS WAS OKAY

[rcsrrectedwitch-a]

@ignisxcor​ liked for a starter

“please tell me your holiday was better than mine.” davina spoke as she entered the store. a little huff rolling from her chest as she now stood in front of him at the register. elbows resting on the surface as her blue hues blinked up at him. “the amount of drama i had to deal with. i swear, i just want one normal holiday without me potentially getting murdered.”

#❛ ╳ 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 ››› INTERACTION . #❛ ╳ 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 ››› MAIN . #TENDAI GOLDSMITH ( ignisxcor ) #HI BB #HOPE THIS WAS OKAY

[dcsiderixm]

🪴 - for your muse to lean on my muse for support .

For as skilled as Nishiki is when fighting, his style isn't so calculated most of the time. Especially in a situation where he has to act quickly. Which was the situation that had just passed. Now he knew people in Kamurocho were cruel of course, but trying to fight Akiyama in his situation is a new form of cruel. Naturally, he quickly came to his aid, it was only fair. Nishiki had his own set of morals, and harming those weaker than him was not included in that. The fight itself went alright, sure, but the two of them were certainly not without injury. Ignoring his own injuries to go to assist Akiyama was expected. He'd be fine, Akiyama was a bit more important. ❝ Why don't we head to my office? I can help with those injuries. Are you alright by the way? ❞ He questioned, helping Akiyama with standing. Which, did help himself with keeping his own balance. ❝ It isn't too far of a walk, I promise. ❞ Nishiki hardly left room for Akiyama to answer, he probably wouldn't say it himself but he was a bit concerned.

#❝ tonight restart from this night. ❞ ⇢﹙ ask answered. ﹚ #hope this was okay

[elvain]

I don’t know if you write for them but can you do #6 “things you said under the stars and in the grass” for thorjane? (If not, can you do #7 for mattelektra?) I love ur writing <3

i just did 7 for someone else so lets do thorjane! and if you want another mattelektra send me another number bestie

6. things you said under the stars and in the grass

"Do you know them?" Jane whispered, her breath fanning across Thor's bare chest. The blanket they were using wasn't doing enough to keep the cold away, but Thor's immense body heat was.

"Know who?" he murmured, shifting slightly underneath her. He trailed his fingers along her ribcage, tracing bites and bruises from earlier.

"The stars. Do you know them personally? Are they your friends?" Jane pressed kisses along his shoulder.

Thor laughed. "Are you quite well?"

"I might be a little woozy from what we just did." She grinned.

Thor chuckled. "I do not, in fact, know the stars, my love." He leaned down to kiss her slowly. "I don't need to."

"Why not?" she whispered.

"Because every time I look in your eyes, I see stars, my love. And they are the only ones I want to see."

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mini fics

#asks #hope this was okay

[mintytrifecta]

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]

#Fuck it in posting it now fjdnsjejek #I hope the image description is okay!!! If I need to change it tell me so #jumblr #jewish #Jewish holiday #Rosh hashanah #jewish memes #I love making these lol

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

#i mostly made this for me but i hope it can help other people too! #also thinking about maybe putting this on smth like gumroad so people can download a high quality pdf to print themselves #lmk if anyone would be interested in that 👀 #my art #artists on tumblr #stretches #edit: this post popped off okay‚ also a lot of people expressed interest so i made a gumroad! maybe ill put other stuff there thatd be cool