#i hope you like it anon!

[vegetadaily]

"You presume to make me, the prince of the warrior Saiyan race, wear something like this?!"

#fyanimegifs #dragon ball #dbz #vegeta #ベジータ #dbz gifs #mygifs #i hope you like it anon!

[libraryofgage]

Please write for 42. Maybe it could be something dealing with Steve overhearing something he shouldn't have,maybe something the kids say, or Eddie says to someone. Whatever it is it makes him feel like shit. He talks to Eddie, or Robin (or both!) about how much he's changed over the past few years and how he didn't end up being the person everyone thought he'd be, but after what hes overheard he's crying because even though he did all he could he feels lonelier than ever.

Anon, I love you

Prompt 42 for this prompt list!

“Who’s laughing now?”

“…Clearly not you. You’re crying, dear God.” 

I didn't use these quotes exactly, but I came close. It still fits them, though lmao

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"I should be right back," Steve says, throwing open the van door before hopping out. The moment it closes, Eddie blasts the heavy metal he usually can't because of Steve's sensitive ears. Steve snorts with amusement and heads towards the diner, the smell of fried food and grilling beef overwhelming him the moment he opens the door.

Steve heads up to the counter, flashing a charming smile at Paula, a woman who's been working at the diner longer than Steve has been alive. "We got your usual almost ready, sugar," she tells him, returning the smile as she grabs a receipt from the turning rack and leads him over to the register.

It's a Friday night, which means the diner is bursting with teenagers hanging out in groups or trying to have a romantic date. Steve doesn't usually see anyone he feels like greeting when he picks up food, but a quick sweep this time reveals a table where Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Mike, and Will are sitting. Their table is close to the bar, but none of them seem to have noticed Steve because of their conversation, which is just fine with him.

If he gets dragged into a conversation, he might take too long and make Eddie worry. And if Eddie worries, he'll come bursting into the diner, and there are too many people in here that still blame him for...well, everything, for that to be safe.

"Your total is gonna be $12.93," Paula says, watching as Steve distractedly pulls a twenty from his wallet.

"Keep the change. I'll be waiting over there," he says, nodding to a bar stool somewhat close to where his friends are sitting. He then slides into said stool, leaning on the counter and trying to ignore how sticky it is.

He's close enough now to hear the tail-end of Argyle saying, "--eems like such a nice dude, though."

Mike snorts at him. "You didn't know Steve when he was dating Nancy," he points out.

Oh. They're...talking about him. Steve gets the feeling he should walk away, but he also feels stuck in the stool.

"He wasn't that bad," Nancy says. Silence follows her words, and Steve can imagine the looks she's getting. "Okay, yeah, he was an asshole."

"He smashed my camera," Jonathan says, and Steve wonders if he's imagining a trace of bitterness in his voice.

Here's the thing: Steve apologized for smashing the camera (though, he feels it was still justified) and got Jonathan a new one. A fancy, new one. But it doesn't sound like Jonathan is going to include that detail, too.

"He's a lot better now, though," Will says, and Steve wants to get him a new set of dice for trying to stick up for him.

He then wants to cry and maybe break something when he hears Jonathan and Mike snort and bark out a short laugh.

Steve feels himself grow tense as Nancy and Jonathan regale Argyle with how shitty he was in high school. He keeps waiting for one of the kids to refute or bring up how he's changed, but Mike only adds to it all while Will stays quiet, probably unwilling to get himself laughed at again (not that Steve blames him, honestly).

None of them actually point out how Steve's changed. They laugh at how much of a douchebag he was in high school, and Jonathan tells Argyle to "watch out for King Steve coming through" now that nothing is trying to kill them again.

And Steve feels sick to his stomach. Has...has he not actually changed? Is he really the same King Steve he was in high school? Is he still that asshole who didn't give a shit about others because he was just trying to survive himself, no matter who it hurt? Is this how everyone sees him?

"All right, sugar. Here's your cheeseburgers," Paula says, placing a bag in front of him and jerking him out of his thoughts. "One without tomato but with extra ketchup, and the other with grilled onions."

Steve blinks and smiles at Paula again. "Thanks. Same time next week?"

He waits to see Paula's amused smile and playfully dismissive wave before grabbing the bag and practically running out of the restaurant. He doesn't know if it's good or bad that nobody at the table seems to have noticed his presence or departure.

Steve jerks the door to the van open, not waiting for Eddie to turn the music down before hopping in and slamming it shut. He silently pulls on his seatbelt, holds the food in his lap, and stares at the glove compartment.

"Uh, you okay, Stevie?" Eddie asks, his hand lingering on the volume dial.

"I don't wanna talk about it here," Steve says. Because he's going to talk about it with Eddie, the only other person he trusts to be honest with him is Robin. But this is date night for him and Eddie, and even when he's drowning in self-doubt, Steve doesn't want anyone else to interrupt their date night.

Thankfully, Eddie just nods. "Okay, sweetheart," he says, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Steve doesn't say a word the whole drive, too consumed by forcing himself to focus on Eddie's hand on his thigh. There's a warmth that he feels through the fabric, grounding him and keeping his brain from spiraling too far.

When they finally park (a secluded area close enough to the local make-out spot to still see the romantic stars in the sky without getting caught by anyone else) Eddie turns to Steve and softly asks, "Wanna move to the back, sweetheart?"

Steve grips the bag in his lap tighter, takes a deep breath, and looks at Eddie. He feels a little bad for ignoring the question, but he can't help his worries and fears bubbling out now that they've stopped driving. "I've changed, right? Since high school?"

Eddie blinks, caught off guard by the sudden question. But then he nods. "Yeah, Stevie, you've definitely changed."

"Jonathan and Nancy were in the diner with Argyle, Mike, and Will," Steve says, trying and failing to seem more nonchalant by unbuckling himself and moving to the couch that barely fits in the back of the van. Eddie follows, sitting closer than necessary to eat the burger Steve hands to him. "They were...talking about me. High school me. King Steve. And Jonathan told Argyle to be wary of me. Do they really think I'm the same person?"

"Stevie-"

Steve doesn't let Eddie get far. He's too wrapped up in what happened, too consumed by self-doubt and guilt and the wish that he'd said something to them. His chest feels tight, he feels like the world is going to cave in on him, and the only thing keeping him steady is the way Eddie puts down his burger and pulls Steve into his lap. "And the worst part is that they were laughing. Will tried saying that I was better now, and they fucking laughed. Like it was ridiculous. Like I could never change.

"And I just....I wish I'd said something. I could have ruined their night so fucking easily, Eds. I could have turned around and asked if they always talked shit behind the backs of people who saved them. I could have asked if Jonathan didn't like the replacement camera I got him, or if he still used it to sneak photos of Nancy."

"Is that why you broke his camera? Fuck, I don't blame you."

Steve manages a slight smile for Eddie. "Thanks. I...I don't know. For all I've changed, it would have been so easy to just turn around and be who they thought I still was. And then I would've torn them down to the size of ants. And...and...I wish I had but I don't but I do, so I could've ended it with who's laughing now?"

Steve's chest feels a little looser, and that's a fucking relief, but then he feels Eddie's hand cradling his cheek. "Well, it's definitely not you, sweetheart. Your crying."

Oh. Eddie is right. He is crying. Steve hastily wipes at the tears before just giving up and leaning into Eddie's touch. "Sorry," he mumbles.

"Don't apologize. I almost wish you had done it. And that I'd been there to see it."

"No, you don’t."

Eddie grins, pulling Steve closer so they're chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart. "Yeah, I do. I love when you get bitchy, sweetheart. Especially when it means we can be bitchy together."

Steve blinks, and he can't help laughing. The words were simple, but they still managed to erase all the doubt and some of the hurt. He still probably needs a few days before he can actually look at Jonathan or Nancy or Mike again, but he doesn't feel so immediately devastated.

"Somehow, that was the perfect thing to say," he tells Eddie, closing the distance between them to kiss his lips, getting a hint of ketchup on his tongue.

"Perfect enough to earn me some fun?" Eddie asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Steve sighs dramatically, pretends to think about it as he actually laments that their burgers will get cold, and then pushes Eddie down on the couch.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington angst #steddie fluff #established steddie #prompt list #my writing #i hope you like it anon!

[little-pup-pip]

Hey I just saw your caregiver Jax from tadc moodboard. It’s so good! Would you be willing to make a caregiver ragatha moodboard? She’s another character from tadc. Thanks either way

Of course!!

#These characters are super cute! #I know the plushie isn't related but it was calling to me lol #tadc moodboard #tadc ragatha #tadc #sfw agere #age regression #moodboard #agere #sfw interaction only #babyre #agere moodboard #sfw littlespace #I hope you like it anon!

[softandsleepyboy]

Hi hi ❤️😋 um could you please make an Alice in Wonderland age regression moodboard please? Um thank you I really like your stuff

#agere #agere little #age regressor #age regression #agere moodboard #alice in wonderland #sorry this took so long #i hope you like it anon!

[galaxywhump]

I still want to put Wren in a box

As you wish! Of course I ended up with more than 100 words, so it's an almost-quadruple drabble.

Set in the Berkeley's Revenge AU.

contents: recapture, muzzle, restraints, trapped in a small space, referenced carved mark and amputation.

~~~

“I could use a break from having to see you, Rackham. Your face pisses me off.”

Wren glares up at Berkeley from inside the huge cardboard box he had been pushed into. As much as he hates to admit it, there’s nothing he can do, muzzled, forced into a curled up position with his wrists cuffed behind his back and his ankles restrained. Berkeley snorts and closes the box, and Wren grimaces as the sound of pulling duct tape fills his ears. He’s never been claustrophobic, but his stomach still sinks when Berkeley seals his new temporary prison with layers upon layers of tape. He’s trapped, and he has no idea how long he’s going to be left here, and he can barely move and the muzzle makes it harder to breathe and-

Calm down. He exhales and closes his eyes. Just stay calm until he opens the box.

He can’t give Berkeley the satisfaction of hearing him protest and struggle, and that thought helps him tune out all the other ones.

He hears Berkeley sit down on a chair with a satisfied sigh, and a moment later he flinches when the top of the box sinks with a creak, as if-

Ah. So he’s being a footstool again. At least this time it’s indirect, and he doesn’t have to feel Berkeley’s boots on his back. It’s the small things.

“At least you make a decent footstool,” Berkeley laughs, and Wren frowns. “Maybe I’ll just make the box into your new home? It’s cozy and I won’t have to look at you too often. Sounds like a plan.”

Wren’s heart skips a beat, but he forces himself to relax. It’s bearable. No matter what Berkeley does to him, he can survive it. He has survived so much already; being stuck in a stupid box is nothing.

It’s just that the box is yet another thing on top of the word carved into his chest, the loss of a finger, the forced haircut, the threats, the constant reminders that he’s going to be killed. He’s going to be okay, he’s going to be saved, he is - but as he’s lying there, in darkness, sick and tired of having to stay strong and only rely on himself, he bitterly wishes that his rescuers would hurry up and find him already.

~~~

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#captivity whump #recapture #defiant whumpee #small spaces #restrained #muzzled #wren rambles #peter berkeley #sv-240 #berkeley's revenge au #sv-240 au #my writing #just a small thingy #i hope you like it anon! #decided to add the taglist cause why not #it's been a while since i last posted any writing so

[madrabit]

Hello! You are the resident queen of Bo(Jan) so can I please request 22 for them ? :)

Oh god, idk if I deserve that title, but I 100% accept and appreciate it! 🥹 and ofc you can request that! I'm sorry it's taken me so long, tho. I promise I'm still writing the prompts, so everyone who sent me one will get it! And feel free to send me more!

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write you a kiss 🩷✨️

22. ... in a rush of adrenaline

Bojan always liked football.

He loved watching it, even played for a club as a child and was sad when he had to stop. Football made him feel excited. He could loose himself in a game, could feel like a little kid again as the players sprinted over the field, so close to scoring goals. It made him think about his own time playing. He was part of the little league, nothing exciting, just a bunch of under 12 year olds running after a ball, faceplanting the grass more often than they actually managed to kick or score a goal. But for him it had been everything.

The first time he really felt the rush of adrenaline was as he ran towards the goal, no one in his way. He had scored with ease, the goalkeeper not able to hold the ball, even if he hadn't been distracted by some relative calling for him. The cheering of not only his teammates but his parents, his father, made him feel so incredibly proud. The tingling feeling made his heart beat out of his chest, made him feel alive and his pulse was droning in his ears.

Over the years, the way how he got this feeling changed. During the winter of his thirteenth birthday he had taken up snowboarding, changing the kids ski for a snowboard, the rush he got from zooming down the mountain, his own capability the only thing preventing him from crashing was different to the feeling of playing football, but it was good. The following summer his parents had taken him and his sister to the sea and Bojan had finally gotten the chance to try surfing again, this time much more successful than the previous visits.

He had taken up more and more hobbies, his week stuffed with activities until a sudden timeshift in his Judo practice and him, Martin and Matic forming a band had put a stop to his little blooming soccer career. It was hard giving it up, but the thrill of being in stage, hearing the (albeit still rather small) crowd cheer, while he was singing his heart out and his friends were playing until their hands hurt, was the only thing better than chasing after a ball.

He had still sometimes played with his friends, kicking around a ball and when Bojan had randomly found a group of guys playing football on one of Nace's and his morning jogs through their little neighbourhood park in Highgate, he had been excited.

The guys had been quite accepting when he had approached them and it didn't take long for them to meet up semi regularly. Sometimes in the evening, other days just barely past noon. After the first few times, the others had joined in and soon the whole band had spent at least one day a week watching Bojan run after a ball to his hearts content. But not only that, sometimes his friends would join in as well, making him even more excited than just playing with a group of random strangers.

"Bojan!"

His head snapped into the direction of the voice calling his name. Jure was charging at him, followed closely by one of the guys playing on the different team, trying to take the ball away from the blond drummer without using an elbow or tripping him. The man, James, was persistent though, managing to take the ball and leaving Jure behind as he changed directions.

Bojan felt his pulse starting to pick up, blood rushing into his ear as he sprinted after James. It took a bit of work and about all of his skill to get the lead back, immediatelly turning in a sharp twist that almost made him loose his balance. Without hesitation, he made is way to the makeshift goal, dodging one of James's friends, Robert, who caught up with him unfairly easy, clearly having a very noticable height advantage, but Bojan kept the ball, firmly blocking every one of the tall man's attempts at getting it back.

A few more strides and Bojan would be close enough to take a shot, would be able to score and get the last point he and his band needed to win. Instead of a time limit, they had set a point goal, a much more achievable way of playing either multiple games in succession or have a longer, more drawn out match. That the team that lost the most games would be paying for the first few rounds at the pub they frequented after meeting at the park, was making things even more exciting.

Not that Bojan was really interested in that. The feeling alone made him giddy, the thrill of the game made his heart race in his chest in excitement and he could barely contain the sheer energy buzzing through him during.

Everything happened way too quick for Bojan to notice, his movements almost instinctive, muscle memory that he hadn't forgotten even if he hadn't been playing for a good while now.

He dodged another one of James's friends, a broad shouldered, tall man, ducking under the guy's arm to keep his momentum. And before anyone else could try to get in his way again, he took the shot, kicking the ball just right, the angle working perfectly.

Joy rushed through him as the goalkeeper couldn't catch, falling to the ground while the ball flew over him, untouched and unbothered in its path until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving.

Bojan let out a little happy scream, his eyes darting around the field and landing on Jan.

The dark haired guitarist was standing a few meters away, a big grin on his face and suddenly Bojan felt his heart speed up even more, could hear his blood rushing in his ear, his hands shaking. He was moving without realising it, running into Jan's direction.

Jan barely had enough time to react before Bojan jumped him, clinging to him as the shorter man wrapped his arms and legs around the slightly older like a vice. The speed with which Bojan had hit him almost made them topple over, would have made then fall to the ground, sprawled out on the slightly wet grass, but Jan managed to catch him, already prepared after having seen Bojan's excited face. Hands landed on the singer's ass to hold him up securely, even though Jan knew that the strong thighs wrapped around his waist were more than capable of holding him up on their own.

Bojan leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss that the taller man very eagerly reciprocated. His lips parted as he felt Jan's tongue dart out, licking over his bottom lip and drawing a soft little moan out of Bojan. The sound got lost in the kiss and as he let a hand wander to Jan's hair, running his fingers through the soft, dark strands and messing up the little bun Jan had made earlier, the taller squeezed his butt.

"I scored", Bojan giggled as he pulled back a tiny bit, before he connected their lips again into another kiss, feeling Jan smile as well.

"You did, yes", Jan said softly, hoisting Bojan up a little more as he felt the smaller man slip a bit. Bojan gasped softly, his blood rushing through his body, heart skipping a beat, adrenaline still making him shake a bit. Even though Jan fondling his ass certainly added a lot. He tightened his legs around the guitarist's waist, pressing himself closer and was just about to deepen the kiss again, as someone called out to them.

"I wanna do another round, so stop eating face and let's play some more", James said, jogging over to get the ball and making his way with it over to then again, kicking the ball before him.

"You just don't want to admit defeat yet", Jure chirped as he snatched the ball from the British man, running away with it in the direction of the goal. James let out a surprised yelp, charging after Jure, who just quickly passed the ball to Nace.

"You better prepare to pay up later!", Kris, who had been lounging at the edge of the makeshift soccer pitch, said, then he got up and dusted off his pants, ready to join in this time.

Slowly, Jan let Bojan slide down, pressing a last little kiss to plush lips. The singer grinned at him, his body already buzzing with energy, ready to cjase after the ball again and Jan couldn't help but give him a little slap on the ass as the he turned to jog away.

Bojan laughed, his steps feeling lighter than before, and he was sure the next visit at the pub would be a rather cheap one.

#its a bit shorter this time #we all know Bojan loves football #did i make up ocs? yes i did #I hope you like it anon! #bo(jan)² #jan je bog #happy puppy #joker out fanfic #kiss prompts #send me a number and a ship and i'll answer! #I'm slow #im so sorry but i promise I'll write the prompts #life just sometimes has different plans #fuck it we put it in the main tags #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #joker out

[softquietsteadylove]

Thena and Gilgamesh at beach party, you choose the AU

"Princess?"

Gil chuckled into his beer bottle. He looked over his shoulder, although Thena stepped over the log he was sitting on of her own volition anyway. "You takin' my lines, now?"

Thena settled herself on the log in front of his small little beach fire. She looked behind them, at the main - huge and roaring - bonfire most of the party was seated around. "Not a marshmallow person?"

He snorted, setting down his beer to give her ladyship his undivided attention. "Do I look like a marshmallow guy?"

"Hm," she smirked at him and his little challenge, resting her chin in her palm, "you are surprisingly soft on the inside."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetheart," Gil balked at the suggestion that he was soft. He gave her his meanest look, "I give you my sweater one time, which I want back, by the way!"

Thena raised her brows at him and then looked down at that exact hoodie she was currently wearing over her sweater dress.

"Doesn't make me soft," he scoffed freely. He gave her a curious look, the fire in front of them offering a soft glow while the larger fire behind them illuminated the back of him. "So, what are you doing here anyway?"

Thena tugged her skirt over her knees, "well, Sersi wanted to come and see Dane."

"Oh," Gil gave her that stupid smug smile, "that so?"

"It is," she huffed, holding her chin high. "I let her loose into the gaggle of people over there, just so long as she doesn't reek of alcohol when I take her home."

Gil nodded, sitting up a little straighter. "And you decided to keep me company?--I'm honoured."

"Okay," Thena scoffed, pulling the hoodie around her tighter. "Get over yourself, please, for the sake of your own dignity. I don't want to be over there any more than you do."

"No, really?" Gil gasped loudly, leaning into her personal space. "Her Highness doesn't like a bunch of drunk idiots trying to convince her go skinny dipping?"

"Don't forget that they stink of cheap beer," she pointed out, even indulging in a laugh that drifted up into the air like the tiny fire's smoke. She looked at him, "what about you?"

"What about me?" Gil repeated, still not having picked up his beer since she sat down.

Thena peeked behind them again, "even if they're not your favourite people in the world, there is at least free food and beer over there."

Gil leaned back only slightly, looking up at the stars. "I mean, I mostly came because I like the beach at night anyway. I looked at what they had over there but there's nothing really good. Me and my six pack are just fine over here."

Thena tilted her head at him, her hair slipping over her shoulder. "You're much more popular than you think, given your willingness to deny the public your mysterious charms."

Gil grinned at her, "you think I'm charming?"

She froze, blinking at him, just for a second. Then she looked back at the fire, clearing her throat, "it is a figure of speech, actually. I can explain it to you, if you like."

Gil didn't mind her prickly response. If anything, he seemed excited by it. "Will you wear a sexy teacher outfit?"

"Are alcohol and sex truly the only interests you have room for in that head of yours?"

"As a matter of fact, no," he countered proudly, leaning into her space again. He even slid over closer again, this time meeting her hip with his. "I have a more recent interest I'm pursuing."

Thena shivered, although it was a funny contrast of feelings. She wasn't any colder--maybe half of her felt chilly, in comparison with the half Gil was leaning against now.

"What about you, Thena?" he asked in that softer voice he could have sometimes. "Any...interests?"

She wasn't entirely sure what he was asking, but it didn't seem like something she wanted to answer entirely honestly. She cleared her throat again. "If I do have interests, what exactly makes them your business?"

"I guess nothing," he shrugged, and the movement that left a gap between their shoulders let in the cold again. "Just asking."

Thena looked at the fire again, rendered quiet by the whirlwind of conversation, in addition to its rather abrupt end.

"Just that if you were interested in any-" Gil shimmied his shoulders, jostling her faintly, "thing...then you should follow through."

She fidgeted, left with the distinct impression that she both didn't know what he meant and knew exactly what he meant. She shifted on the log, his hoodie tucked under her posterior. "You think so?"

Gil looked at her, and despite his lazy kind of facial expression, his eyes were warm and intense, like they always were. He tucked some hair out of her view and behind her ear. "Yeah, I do. You're too kick-ass not to pursue anything you want, Thena."

She blushed. Her eyes drifted back down to the fire, unable to bear the weight of his undivided attention. She toyed with the strings of the hood. "Can I...hold onto this?--just for tonight!"

Gil chuckled, finally picking up his beer again, although it was further away than even he had thought it would be. He groaned as he stretched for it, "tell you what, Princess. You keep it for as long as you need. And when you have anything you wanna tell me - or ask me - then you can bring it back."

"Well," she squirmed, but Gil stood and dusted his butt off (from which she averted her eyes).

"Not that I'm not enjoying this," Gil chuckled, "but I think Sersi might need to be rescued."

"Oh?" Thena stood as well, looking over at where Sersi was being her ever popular self. "I thought she would have found Dane by now."

"Dane's not here, Thena."

"What?" she turned, but Gil had that look on his face that told her that he had known that this whole time.

"He's on house arrest since he was late getting home from that party last weekend," he smirked, tossing his now empty beer to the sand at their feet. Of course he would say 'house arrest' instead of calling it being grounded. "And he told me that he told Sersi that already."

"Wh-" Thena bit her tongue. It had been she who had suggested to Sersi that perhaps Dane would be at this little gathering. And now both Sersi and Gil had let her walk right into an ensnarement. "You-!"

"I'm flattered you wanted to come see me though," he grinned right in her face, showing off his teeth as the v-neck of his t-shirt billowed in the wind.

"That is not-!" Thena smacked him on the chest (which was unpleasantly hard). "I came to return your sweater! Although, since you said I could keep it, then I suppose I'll be off!"

Thena wasted no time in stepping over the log and back towards the crowd. If she looked back, Gilgamesh would just be wearing that stupid smug smirk of his. He thought he looked so good doing that. "Sersi!"

"Thena!" her younger sister jumped, startled by her war cry. She stood, unminding of the boys on either side of her.

"Come on," Thena grumbled, grabbing her by the hand and not even pausing in her step for Sersi to arrange her willow legs under her. She wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. "We're going home."

"But," Sersi sputtered, barely able to toss away the beer she wasn't allowed to have. "You still have-"

"I know I still have it, let's go!"

#Thenamesh 10 Things AU #I hope you like it anon! #we're starting to deviate from the plot of the movie at this point #and I'm fine with that #Gil goes to any and all of these stupid parties now #maybe at one time it was for the free booze and food and a fun night out #but now it's obviously in hopes a certain someone will be there #he absolutely posts whenever he goes to one so #Sersi sees that Gil is at the beach party #and Dane DMs her that he can't go :( #then lo and behold Thena pokes her head into Sersi's room and says hey I heard there's a beach thing do you want to go?...find Dane? #Sersi looks at the message from Dane and then up at Thena #who is already wearing Gil's hoodie #and goes yeah let's go! :D #Gil sits down again with the rest of his decent beer #he looks like the cool guy sitting over by himself #in reality he's basically going 'she loves me she loves me not' in his head #these idiots

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Colorized and Enhanced photos (the colorization removes some of the clearness) of the Hessian Royal Family from the Hessian State Archives - for the anon who asked 🤍

#I hope you like it anon! #hessian royal family #my edit #enhanced by me #enhanced #colorized #colorization #hesse #hessian state archives

[damnkenn]

-crossing stars and inking arms-

a comic request from an anon in which craig and kenny get intoxicated and decide to get constellation tattoos

i'm reposting this because i made a mistake in the first one 💀

craig's love language is space facts

i hope this turned out okay and didn't become too ooc 😅 i feel like i might've inadvertently built it up too much 💀

also i (craig) did not do the actual story of altair and vega justice. there's a few iterations of it but here's a link to one of the videos i watched while making this (i think cygnus is such a cute long distance relationship tattoo ♡)

(i'm also soo happy i got to include the pbr mom tattoo. i've imagined kenny having that for years and have just never drawn it)

#sp crenny #crenny #craig x kenny #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #south park #sp henrietta #henrietta biggle #karen mccormick #sp karen #art requests #damnkenn draws #i hope you like it anon!

[kismetconstellations]

I’m your National Anthem

for Anonymous

#I hope you like it Anon! #Zac Efron #The light of my life. #The love of my life. #Phillip Carlyle #My melancholic disgraced alcoholic love. #Hugh Jackman #P.T. Barnum #The Circus King #Barlyle #OTP: You brought joy into my life. #Barlyle Aesthetic #The Greatest Showman #Request. #Anonymous #Mine.

[marthaskane]

First Class Fashion in TITANIC (2012) Costume Design by James Keast (requested by anonymous)

#titanic #titanic 2012 #titanic miniseries #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #weloveperioddrama #mine #mine: gifs #mine: misc #tv: titanic #requested #i hope you like it anon! #let me know if there's any you wanted to see that i missed and i would be happy to do another one for you #(is there a self indulgent ryan hawley gif in here? maybe so) #(also i wish there was a better shot of madeline's red outfit because i love it!)

[seas-of-silver]

So I see ATLA as an option. May I humbly ask:

Zuko stared in wonder at Katara, watching her in her element. "Whoa."

Thank you for your ask! This is my first time writing for ATLA, so I hope you like it!

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Zuko stared in wonder at Katara, watching her in her element. ‘Whoa.’

After arriving at the Western Air Temple, determined to make amends and finally do the right thing… they had rejected him. If he was being totally honest with himself, he hadn’t expected that outcome. He had instead imagined that they’d umm and ahh for a while before begrudgingly yet kindly welcoming him aboard. The cold reception was like being slapped in the face by a penguin seal. And then when he accidentally burned that blind earthbender girl, he just wanted to dig himself a bagermole-sized hole. If that wasn’t enough, the next morning, when he went to visit again after breakfast, the assassin he had hired made an appearance. Zuko tried to stop the assassin from killing the Avatar, but his orders and negotiations failed. Thankfully he, the Avatar and his friends managed to stop the assassin, and only then was he allowed to join their group.

It was awkward at first, but as lunch progressed and jokes were made, things got better. Sokka, the boomerang guy, cracked a few jokes at Zuko’s expense; and after Sokka broke the ice, the Avatar- Aang, as he insisted on being referred as, quickly followed, as did Toph, and most of their companions soon took the Avatar’s lead and warmed to him. The only person who still wanted nothing of him was Katara. She stiffly and quickly ate her food before storming out in a huff. It made lunch a little tense after that, and once he finished helping with cleaning up after the meal, Zuko went for a wander.

When he and Uncle had been lying low here after the banishment, Zuko had little to do while he recovered except for exploring the temple - if anything, it was the one thing Uncle actively encouraged him to do. When Fath- when Firelord Ozai had burned his face, Zuko not only gained a giant scar, but his hearing in his left ear was impacted a little, and it messed with his sense of balance. With the aches and pains and embarrassing stumbles, it took him a few weeks to rest, recover, and acclimatise to his new norm. In that time, he had discovered much of the temple, including a few spots he favoured more than others - one of which was a large cavernous room that gathered water from the earth and cleansed it, before the water was distributed to various locations around the temple. This room, with its gentle watery soundscape, was the place Zuko had found the most relaxing and peaceful, and was a space he returned to frequently during his last visit. But unlike every other time he came to this room, there was someone else in there.

Water curved around the cave in graceful arcs, winding through the air like it was carving paths for rivers and streams. Inrticate patterns were being weaved as Katara, seeming so small at the base of this gigantic moving water sculpture, bent the water with ease. It was hypnotic, meditative, and incredibly breathtaking. He simply stood there, struck dumb with awe. He had fought against her many a time before, yet somehow he had never truly understood the extent of her waterbending prowess. The amount of water currently in the air was something typically controlled by a handful of benders, and here she was, doing it all on her own without breaking a sweat; if anything, she looked incredibly calm. It was as intimidating as it was inspiring.

He remembered that night in Ba Sing Se, in those crystal caves deep below the surface. He remembered being trapped there with Katara, and the heart-to-heart they were having before Aang and Uncle found them. He imagined that if Azula never showed up and the battle never happened, that maybe he and Katara would be friends now, instead of her doggedly giving him the cold shoulder. He recalled the spirit water she offered to heal him with, the water he heavily suspected saved the Avatar from certain death. He had been very touched by that offer. After everything they had gone through - all the fighting and anger and hurt and chaos - after everything he had put her through, she had shown him an unimaginable kindness…

He shook his head. It must’ve been a tactic she was using; why else would she have made such an offer back then? They were enemies! Well, they were at the time, though not anymore, but still! Why did she offer to heal him? Why did she look at him with kindness and warmth, as if she understood his pain? Why was “yes, please” on the tip of his tongue, words that would’ve left his lips if they weren’t interrupted? Why did she look so hurt and betrayed when he (stupidly) joined Azula’s side when he was made to choose sides? It didn’t make sense! She was kind to him because it was a smart tactical move, not because she actually cared… right?

Zuko groaned internally as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Trying to understand Katara was like trying to understand Uncle. Uncle. His heart ached when he thought of the man that was more of a father to him in the last three years than his actual father had been since he was born. His betrayal of Uncle sat heavy in his stomach and stabbed painfully at his heart. He was wrong, he knew that now, and he could only hope and pray that maybe one day Uncle would find it in his heart to forgive him. He hoped that Uncle would approve of his new path of helping the Avatar. He wished Uncle could be here with him.

Letting out a slow, heavy breath, Zuko left the cave and headed towards the rooms below. He needed to find Aang - it was time for the Avatar’s first lesson in firebending.

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Ask game: Give me the first sentence and I'll write a short piece for it!

#I think I did okay #I hope you like it anon! #I spent ages trying to figure out how I was going to write this and decided to put this in canon #between episodes 12 and 13 in season 3 #I wanted to explore Zuko's perspective #especially in relation to what happened between him and Katara in Ba Sing Se #please let me know what you think! #anon request #ask game #seasofsilver writes #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #katara #the gaang #aang #sokka #toph #uncle iroh #first sentence then scene

[butterbabyflapjack]

hi, I was wondering if you were gonna update taste like heaven on A03, I was try to look for something about saying if you were or werent but I couldn't find anything.

I'm in the process of editing chapter 7 now 💕💗 I'm hoping to post it next week!

#I'd post it sooner but it's 16k and i can only edit so many words a day before i go crazy 😂 #i hope you like it anon! #ask flapjack #tastes like heaven

[downton-bridgerton]

Prompt 1. pats on the head for Cobert. Bonus points if Edouard is also in it cuz he’s been shipping them since that boat trip.

Hello, anon! Sorry this took quite a long while, because I was busy with my personal life atm 😅 Also, I made this pre-boat trip scene because a rather cute idea popped up in my head for this prompt so, I hope you still like it!

physical affection prompts

Édouard de Montmiral was having a rough day already in what suppose to a fun summer holiday. Between his mother wanting to fight his father's will in court and the his recent discovery that will question the Earl of Grantham's parentage, he would prefer a quick getaway from all this chaos...

...which is why he invited the Earl and Countess on a boat ride across the seas of the French Riviera, before meeting up again with his mother and the rest of their family

As he waited by the small dock by the seaside of the Villa of the Doves, he caught of the sight of them, whom from what he heard from their daughter and children-in-law, are a rather sweet couple

"Do you really have to wear that Captain's hat?" he heard the Countess say to her husband

"It goes with the ensemble, my dear." the Earl replied "And besides, it reminds me of my good old days at the Royal Yacht Club."

"Well if you really want to wear it, you could at least make a little more effort to fix your hair, mister."

With a soft chuckle escaping his lips, Robert Crawley then crouches down just a little for his wife to reach his hat and gently fix his hair. He admired her lovingly as she focused on keeping his hair on one side, also feeling relaxed as her fingers run across his scalp

A few moments later, Cora Crawley then finishes her hair fix with a few gentle pats on her husband's head, before carefully putting back the Captain's Hat on its rightful place

"There we are." she said, smiling lovingly at him "You now look more appealing than ever."

Robert raises an eyebrow, and looks at her "So you're saying I wasn't appealing before?" he teased

Cora lets out a light laugh and gently slaps his arm before clinging onto it. Robert chuckles along, and smiles at her as they head to the docks

From the distance, Édouard smiles at the couple. He had never seen such a happily married pair. A pair who had been through a lot of ups and downs in their life...and yet here they are, still together and are still happy with one another. Not even his parent's relationship, or even his own love life, can be compared to how sweet and loving the Earl and Countess are

And somehow, in some way, all the problems and worries he was thinking about earlier were all long gone for while

All thanks to them.

#i hope you like it anon! #also: édouard 🤝🏼 me and downton squad: ultimate cobert shippers #welcome to the ship édo (my nickname for him because why not) #cora crawley #robert crawley #cobert #edouard de montmirail #marquis de montmirail #cobert drabbles #downton abbey drabbles #downton abbey: a new era #downton abbey #*my drabbles and writing #physical affection prompts #my post #i love queue very very much

[incandescentflower]

OP I LOVE YOUR FICS, i have a request, for the hand holding prompt one, number 12, can you do with rj and alex

hey anon! I'm glad you like my fics! this one was fun. I hadn't really thought too much about Alex and RJ's relationship (I may be a biiit distracted by Bai Lang and Jin Xun-An 😂)

Anyone else interested, feel free to shout out.

For this post: send me a prompt number from one of these lists and characters for My Tooth Your Love and I'll write a short scene

This is number 12 of the hand-holding prompts: possessive hand-holding

Also on AO3 and all my mtyl one shots too.

an extra close eye

That kid was starting to irritate him. Sure, he asked a lot of questions because he was clearly eager to learn. And yes, he tried real hard and was getting the hang of how to not only manage the bar, but he’d started helping with the scheduling, the maintenance and the management of the supplies. Whenever he learned something new, he would break out such a wide, bright smile that Alex couldn’t help but smile too, but just a little. 

It was foolish, but what was irritating Alex the most was, he kinda liked the help. But RJ was fresh and new. It was his first time out on his own. The world looked hopeful and optimistic to RJ, even despite the way he was pushed into it. He was angry at his parents, sure, but after he had his time to get pissed about it, he mostly seemed simply happy to finally get a chance to be out on his own. But there was no way he could continue on at this job indefinitely.

What kind of happiness can you find sleeping on a couch in a supply room?

Even now, RJ was out bussing tables because their regular guy was sick. The servers were strapped so he was running drink orders to help out. He jumped in wherever he was needed without any real complaint. Alex was irritated that he was so damned nice about everything.

This was a perfect example. A customer was talking to RJ at one of the tables. RJ was smiling and nodding. But then, he kinda stepped back. The guy leaned closer, and RJ’s whole body language changed. He turned stiff and rigid, looking down at his feet. Alex had no idea what that guy was saying, but he knew he was out of line.

Alex made his way over to the table through the mass of people surrounding the bar and put his body between the customer and RJ.

“Is there a problem, sir?” he asked, gritting his teeth. Alex knew how to use politeness as a tool in these circumstances. 

“I’m having a nice conversation with your staff here,” the man said, a smug smile on his weasley little face. 

“Well, if you let me know what you need, I’m happy to help, but unfortunately, I need him right now.” Alex grabbed RJ by the hand, intertwining their fingers for emphasis. 

Alex pointedly looked at the customer, waiting for a response. The man seemed undeterred. He shrugged and said, “I can wait until he isn’t so busy.”

Alex did everything he could to not roll his eyes. “Unfortunately, he will be busy with me all night.” 

And with that, Alex stalked off toward the back of the restaurant with RJ in tow. He was so damned pissed, he could have punched that guy in his self satisfied face, but Alex knew nothing good ever came of acting on his impulses. 

When they finally escaped to the safety of the supply room, Alex stopped and turned to RJ. He looked shocked, his eyes wide, looking up at Alex. “Are you okay?” Alex asked. “That guy was a real asshole.”

RJ nodded, his eyes dropping to where their hands were still tightly grasped together. Alex hadn’t let go, for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had to make sure he kept RJ here, with him, safe. 

“Sorry,” Alex said, finally releasing RJ from his grasp. “I couldn’t leave you there.”

A slow smile spread across RJ’s face. “I’m fine. I’ve apparently got someone looking out for me.”

He gave Alex that look, the one that he often gave when he seemed like he was seeing Alex in a light that was not at all realistic. It was that hopeful optimism again. “And what are we doing to keep us busy all night?” RJ asked, taking a step closer. 

Alex froze for a second, his mind momentarily blank, no response queued up. Sometimes he was irritated at RJ because Alex had no idea what to do with him at all. 

“Cleaning,” Alex said, grabbing a bar towel from his back pocket and throwing it in RJ’s face. “You’re behind the bar with me for the rest of the night. Make sure to restock all the liquor.”

RJ smiled. “Yes, sir,” he said.

“And stop being so agreeable,” Alex said. “If a guy’s a jerk, don’t let him treat you badly. You don’t deserve that.”

RJ seemed to want to say something, but Alex didn’t wait. He couldn’t let this conversation go on any longer. It was already stepping into territory that Alex had intentionally avoided.

“I’ll see you out front,” he said, leaving the room to get some space to breathe. He quickly busied himself by reassigning some of the wait staff to cover the table with the asshole and calling in the part-timer to cover bussing tables until the end of the night. And Alex would fill the gap until she got there. 

And he would keep an extra close eye on RJ that night, you know, just in case anyone else got any stupid ideas. He had to look out for his employees. It’s what any good manager would do.

#my tooth your love #my tooth your love fic #Alex/RJ #asks #writing games #writing prompts #ficlet #i hope you like it anon! #my fic

[missmouse25]

This is maybe really weird one, but I have Crohn disease and sometimes I would just like someone (Max F) to take care of me, like prepare meals I can eat, rub my tummy, massage my back during bad days…

Hey Anon ✨ I hope you're feeling ok. Thank you for the promt, it wasnt weird at all ❤️

Patience - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 645 words // tw for feeling ill (duh...)

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When the going gets tough… Sometimes you just need someone else to take care of you for a bit. To notice what’s wrong and do something without you having to ask. Someone that will take care of you.

And so, the universe very kindly sent me Max. He was kind and patient. He had listened to me when I’d told him about my ailment and learnt more on his own time. He then took it upon himself to do anything he could to make me feel better. And words could not describe how much I appreciated him.

I watched as Max pottered around the kitchen. He had been busy for most of the day yet he had been insistent on cooking supper for us tonight. His phone lay on the counter open to a recipe site. Max had a few different ones saved; ones that he knew I’d be able to stomach and that he’d be able to cook. That last part was a big factor.

“Oh, I got a message from my mom earlier,” Max told me as he carefully measured ingredients. “She says that you and her need to spend a day together again. She really enjoyed the last time.”

“I’ll call her tomorrow and plan something,” I said.

“Sometimes I think that she only talks to me to find out how you are,” he confessed.

I laughed because although it wasn’t true, she did ask after me a fair bit.

Max continued cooking and I admired him from my seat. He was precise with the amounts and times when he cooked, a trait I was sure was a hangover from his time racing. I watched as his glasses fogged up with steam as he stood over the stove and the way he scrunched his nose in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to...” I began.

The words fell away as I felt a pain in my abdomen. I closed my eyes as I leant forward, resting my head on the countertop.

“Babe, are you…?” I heard Max’s voice.

A pair of hands came to rest on my shoulders and I felt a kiss being planted on my head.

“Not feeling good?” He asked, even though he knew what the answer would be.

“It just flared up.”

Max ran his hands down my arms and gently pulled me up till I was resting against him as he stood. His hands rested softly on my stomach under my shirt before he gently started to rub my skin.

“I’m sorry, babe.” He sounded dejected for me. “Anything I can do?”

“This is good, thank you. I love you.”

After we’d eaten supper and showered, I lay with Max in our bed. After the long day, my body felt tired. I was looking forward to a nice, long sleep.

Max had his around my shoulders as I snuggled up to his side, head on his chest.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A bit better.”

I listened to the sound of his breathing. It was so constant – like waves lapping against the sand on a beach.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

The fact that he still asked even after a full evening of cooking for me, making sure I’d taken my meds and just being a wonderful boyfriend, it made my heart melt like butter.

“And don’t say no if there is something, babe.” Max put his cheek on the top of my head. “Tell me. I want to help.”

I thought about declining his offer but there wasn’t any harm in humouring him.

“Could you maybe just massage my back?”

“Of course, babe,” Max said.

I could hear the smile in his voice and I knew, that he’d always stay with me. That I was fortunate that I had fallen in love with someone so caring. And that he’d fallen in love with me too.

#i havent proofread this properly so please forgive any mistakes #i hope you like it anon! #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe