#tinted lenses shipping

[pinklikeroses]

TW// blood

Quick sketch before bed

Hurt vs healing

#fanart #my art #tmarie art #lmk #inkypages #tang #macaque #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #tinted lenses shipping #hibiscus tea #sketches

[triplesilverstar]

Testing boundaries

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Sharing a bed, stolen kisses, fingering, heavy petting

Word count: 1.5 K roughly

A/N: Chapter 2 of Cold Night, Warm Hearts

After a few days of traveling you thought you were recovered, but sitting out in the sun you realize you aren't. Heading back to the hotel room and later waking up to feel a certain blond joining you.

If they say home is where the heart is, then you’ve never really had a home, not for a long time. But since the confession on the ship and that first kiss, you were starting to realize maybe, just maybe, you did have a home. 

Sitting on the park bench, still tired from the previous trek across the burning sands watching as Vash lets some of the local kids bully him around. It warms your heart to see him like that, to see a little bit of the facade he hides behind wiped away. Snickering as they tackle him to the ground stating how they’ve caught an outlaw, unaware just how right they are. As the twin suns start to reach their peak in the sky you watch as the kids leave, Vash seeming to dust himself off before facing you. A soft smile on his face which you can feel the twitch of your lips rising to return. 

“You doing ok?” Voice soft as he joins you on the bench, the wind-worn wood creaking under his added weight while you think about his words. Feeling an arm drop behind your head, eyes glancing to the right to see he’s sitting with both arms stretched out along the top of the bench. Sneaky man. He’s not breaking any of the rules about public displays of affection that the two of you agreed upon, but he’s still getting the briefest form of touch in. 

“Honestly, I think I’m still tired from all the walking.” Turning your head to fully face him, not expecting to see him staring at you, mirrored lenses placed in such a way that if you weren’t looking directly into his eyes you’d only see your reflection there. “I think I might head back to the room and get a nap in” watching as those hidden orbs seem to shine behind the yellow tint. 

“Want me to head back with you?” you wave him off standing and rolling your shoulders, watching the twitch of his lips a hint of a frown before he puts the mask of his jovial persona back in place. 

“Pretty sure those kids will be looking for you, I’ll be fine Vash” Ignoring you he stands, walking along beside you. 

“I’ll walk you back, don’t want you getting lost again” you snort, which makes him laugh, like he’ll never grow tired of your terrible sense of direction. “Come on now, you’re even worse when you’re tired.” Instead of answering him, you grumble tucking your face down into the collar of your jacket and hands in your pockets. “Aw you’re cute when you sulk” 

“Stuff it Stampede” is your response and you don’t miss the shit-eating grin on his face at the return to calling him that in your mock rage. No other words pass between the two of you as you realize without Vash you would have gone in the wrong direction. Once back at the hotel, with a quick glance around the hallway that your shared room is connected to before he acts. A darting movement as he presses his lips against yours, barely a brush before he’s pulling away a dusting of pink on his cheekbones. 

“I’ll see you later Mayfly” rushing to get his words out as they almost tumble over one another, and you have to grin at how adorable he acts sometimes. The fact a barely there peck has been embarrassing, and you’ve done things a lot more interesting than that to the man. You still haven’t seen him naked, but he’s slowly warming up to the more intimate side of your relationship. 

“Don’t let those kids beat you up too much, Sunshine” Your own words are soft, sure you’re annoyed with him about the whole direction thing but really, he’s carved far too much out of your heart for you to stay mad at him for something like that. A smile that lights up his face is your reward before he leaves you alone in the hallway. Slipping inside the room and beginning to remove your boots. 

Once done, you stop and take a moment to take a deep inhale, taking a moment to feel how well and truly tired you actually are. Plans to just flop on the bed in your long sleeve shirt and cargo pants fading from your mind, your body, while you didn’t want to admit it outside, is still beyond exhausted. Digging into your bag, you’re going to get back into your sleep clothes and just sleep instead of napping. Changed into the loose pants and tee you climb into bed, making sure to grab the pillow Vash had slept against the night before, burying your face in it and focusing on your breathing as you quickly slip off to dreamland.

Unsure how much later it is, the sound of the door unlocking and opening wakes you, footsteps that you recognize as belonging to Vash reaching your ears. So you remain in bed, breathing deeply, eyes closed. More noises, the shucking of his coat from his frame, a creak from a chair, the rattle of laces being loosened. Trying to hide the smile on your face, knowing Vash is undoubtedly going to crawl into the space beside you. 

The sensation of the sheet and blanket moving, shuffling, and a warm body pressing up to your back before the sheet returns against your form. A hand coming to rest against your stomach, touch light, and a face nuzzling into the back of your head, his breath warm, leaving you feeling so content in his arms. Though you could have done without his cargo pants, he could have slipped into his own sleep pants, but it’s not like he knew you had changed. 

Starting to drift off again you can feel his hand starting to move slowly trailing down to the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath to press against bare skin. His long fingers spreading out and a warmth is starting to form in your core. It’s taking a lot of your control to not hum in pleasure, as it drifts upwards then down to the hem of your pants before back up again. Pinky toying with the edge of your pants before going back up again. 

“You know you are allowed to explore” You feel the jerk of his body behind you and a sharp exhale in your ear. A quick move and your hand is gripping his to keep him from pulling away through the fabric of your shirt. 

“I didn’t know you were awake” his voice is cracking as he speaks but he doesn’t try to pull his hand away from pressing against your warm flesh any longer. 

A chuckle at his reaction “I’ve been awake since you came in.” Feeling his fingers beginning to trace your skin again, releasing his hand to drop your own against the mattress. “I meant what I said though. You are allowed to explore, whatever you want, my pretty plant man.” At that you feel his face nuzzle further into your neck, the tip of his nose pressing under your earlobe.

His hand dips below the waistband of your pants, pressing circles into your underwear above where you’d prefer for his fingers to be, but you’re not going to tell him that. “I noticed you grabbed my pillow.” He says it as if he isn’t trying to get a reaction out of you which makes you smile hard enough to hurt. 

“Of course I did. I like how you smell Sunshine.” A snort and a shudder as his fingers dip further down two fingers sliding along your covered slit. With the way his face is pressed into your neck you can feel the warmth spreading across his cheeks, it’s rather easy to make him blush. 

“And if I asked for it back?” His fingers have stopped moving and it makes you giggle a bit, as much as he’s slowly been learning your body he still doesn’t want to seem to take too many risks. 

“I’d tell you no.” A squeak from him and a quick jerk of his body around you, so you have to bite your lip to keep the noise you wanted to make from leaving you. Moving to bury your nose more into your stolen prize “but that’s because I like having you so close and sharing a pillow.” 

This time his body stills and you hear his breath stutter against your ear, before feeling him relax removing his hand from your pants to wrap around you, closing any of the remaining space between you. “You really know how to make me blush ya know?” He says it seriously for a moment. Before both of you burst out laughing in bed, bodies shaking from the force of it. 

You really are starting to get used to the idea of having a home, and not the kind that is tied to a place. No. Your home comes with its own brand of chaos and you relish in the moments of quiet in that swirling storm.  

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp #vash x reader #vash x you #trigun vash the stampede #vash the stampede smut #vash the stampede x reader smut #vash the stampede x oc

[thebibliosphere]

Slightly weird question, do you know anywhere you can get yellow tinted prescription lenses that also ships to the UK? I'm having no luck and the fluorescent lights at work are killing me.

Stay safe and I hope tomorrow is kind to you!

Yellow-tinted lenses are the most common form of blue-light blocking glasses and you should be able to get your optician to order them for you. A lot of them even offer them as standard during eye-exams now if you tell them you work with screens a lot.

Your optician should actually be able to order any color of lens for you, it just probably wont be available on the NHS.

[shitpostingkats]

QUICK TELL ME IN EXTREME DETAIL EVERYTHING YOU LIKE ABOUT EVERY YUGIOH PROTAGONIST

PROTAGS WHOSE SHOWS I HAVE SEEN:

Yugi: SHORT KING. He is very smol and he weighs ninety pounds soaking wet and he will KICK YOUR ASS like the worlds most high school aged chihuahua. Always the friend who offers to dm when everyone talks about starting a dnd campaign. Despite what canon has gone on to say, I choose to believe he maintained his King Of Games title while using his cutesy deck we see in the Yami v. Yugi fight. Doesn't wear heels to events (that was Yami's thing) and always takes time to talk to fans, even if they run up to him on the street.

Jaden: Altered my brain chemistry on a fundamental level. Depressed and queer and a failure, proving you don't have to be innocent to deserve innocence. Does not pay his taxes. The character for anyone who's ever felt monstrous, alien, foreign in their own skin, then breaking down that none of those things make you less human, less deserving of love. Reads comic books and will enthusiastically lend you 300 issues if you even casually mention you've been thinking of doing the same.

Yusei: My son. My boi. I can say so much on him that I haven't even touched on in my numerous essays rambling about this funky little mechanic. If the ygo shows tend to focus on forms of love that aren't romantic, then 5Ds is about familial love. Yusei is passionate and caring and a bleeding heart. The only shonen protag to ever get told by his mom "You're grounded." and say "Okay." and NOT go fight space gods until his mother gives him the go ahead. He's a revolutionary. He knows the trash collector by name. He's a planet. He's a star with gravitational pull strong enough to change the world. He's Just A Guy.

PROTAGS WHOSE SHOWS I HAVE NOT SEEN

Yuma: Bisexual colored hair. Continuing the proud yugioh tradition to be adhd af. I know he sleeps in a hammock so I'm gonna go ahead and call that he's the kid always rocking in place. Leg bouncer. Dyslexic and doesn't know it, just knows that words are easier to read when looking through the blue tinted screen of his weird visor thing. Possibly kills satan? Good for him. Watches telenovellas and gets overly invested in the plotlines. Would probably eat the popsicle stick because he thinks it's part of the experience. He is NOT stupid he is just a dumbass.

Yuya: Tomato head. Looks somehow exactly like three different people I worked with when I did theatre, right down to the googles perched on the forehead with mismatched lenses. I've seen arc-v's opening and idk why but I really like the animation of him slinging his jacket over his shoulder. Really wonderful gender. One of those kids that didn't know about heterosexuality until he was at least ten, then proceeded to be very upset and confused by the concept. The guy leading the rowdy table at waffle house at 10pm that will at some point burst into song and disturb every patron's night but their own.

Yusaku: The kid at the same waffle house just trying to order a coffee. Draws in the margins of his notebook. Skateboards. He does not like to talk about either of these things, but then one day you show him a video with like a million views of some guy inking a giant masterpiece, or doing a backside tailslide off a shipping container and he'll just casually go "Oh hey that's me." Desperately in need of a stim toy and a hug.

Yuga: Had a phase where he was obsessed with firefighters. Also likes to light things on fire. Is shocked everytime when the result of lighting a thing on fire is Thing: *Is On Fire*. I don't think he uses hair gel I think he just scrunches up his eyebrows and concentrates really hard and his hair just Does That. Really wants a dog. Shockingly good at math, favorite number is 25. All of his pencils have bite marks and the erasers are completely chewed off.

Yudias: Looks like a glaceon. It's really heartwarming to see yugioh continually get autistic representation right; a lot of stories don't include the fact that we carry swords and can fire lasers from our eyeballs. Every time I see him I want to hand him a wrapped sandwich, a babybel cheese, and a clementine. Would probably enjoy keeping plants on the windowsill. Every picture I see of him, he is either wondrously excited, or completely baffled, to find himself in the situation he is currently in.

#answered asks #yugioh #ygo #ygo dm #ygo gx #ygo 5ds #ygo zexal #ygo arc v #ygo vrains #ygo sevens #ygo go rush #yugioh dm #yugioh gx #yugioh 5ds #yugioh zexal #yugioh arc v #yugioh vrains #yugioh sevens #yugioh go rush #yugi muto #jaden yuki #judai yuki #yuki judai #yusei fudo #yuma tsukumo #yuya sakaki #yusaku fujiki #yuga ohdo #yudias velgear

[greenscreen-dress]

Attempting to whack myself out of artblock with a couple late-night Joe doodles! Joodles!!

10 years of Hermitcraft deserves some kind of celebration so here we have one of my favourite moments of the whole of S7 a.k.a Joseph's Amazing Technicolour Dreamboat. There's also Joe Classic, & a Beetlejhost with its fascinating axolotl accessory the Ectolotl :D

[ID 1: digital drawing of Joe Hills from Hermitcraft S7. He is a white person with brown shoulder-length hair faded green at the tips, wearing a light blue T-shirt and dark blue jeans. They are seen from behind, seated in a dark brown rowboat floating at sea, and waving one arm in the air with emphasis lines around their head. They are looking towards a simplified cargo ship wedged between two landmasses. The ship's hull is dark green, with a line of dark red at the waterline, and is piled with brightly-coloured shipping containers. The word "Hermitcraft" is spelled out in white capital letters on the hull. Beneath the drawing is a parchment-like banner with the words "He blocked commerce on the Hermitcraft server" written on it. /end ID 1]

[ID 2: digital drawing of Joe Hills from the waist up. They are a white person with a brown beard and brown shoulder-length hair, faded green at the tips, wearing a pair of cat-eye glasses with lenses tinted lime green and a light blue T-shirt with a large white @ sign on the chest. He is smiling, both hands raised: one in a peace sign, the other holding up a pane of bright green glass. /end ID 2]

[ID 3: digital drawing of the Beetlejhost. It is a ghost with light purple-grey skin and darker hair and beard. It is wearing a black and white vertical-striped Beetlejuice suit jacket, buttoned over a lime green shirt and black tie. Its eyes are bright green dots behind cat-eye glasses with lime green lenses, angled to look more evil. Its teeth are bared in a sharp smile, and its bright green tongue pokes out of the corner of its mouth. Its ghostly lower half trails off to a point and it is tilted to the right as if it is floating along. Above its head is a purple-blue axolotl with lime green gills and tailfin, floating with a placid smile. /end ID 3]

Also I posted this last night at 3 a.m with garbage text and no image IDs and the request that nobody reblog this, but now it's good to go so psst! Reblogs much appreciated!! And go bingewatch go bingewatch Joe~♪

#hermitcraft #HCS7 #joehills #beetlejhost #eMerartlapin

[khepiari]

Does it matter if it’s LawLu or LuLaw?

Top/Bottom heated discussions feels so irritating! Especially when it’s about fictional people who have less than 0.00001% chance of being an end couple in canon.

Heteronormative projection on “queer-sex” aside, the whole thing feels like people have a very juvenile understanding of what sex is! When we evaluate and present sex and participation in sexual activities from the tinted lenses of penetration we are limiting sex to one category: intercourse! But the End goal of sex is mutual pleasure and excitement.

Some people can get orgasm with nipple stimulation. Some people love thigh fucking! Some can get wet by kissing alone! Sex is diverse!

I am especially venting because of my OTP fandom LawLu. Why is top/bottom talk lurking in LawLu fandom again?

Just draw, write and read whatever you want you idiots. LuLaw is not real! Everything about the ship is our projection! Anything we add to a ship pairing is fiction! So being adamant that shorter one has to be bottom and taller one top is so so so so limiting! What about a bottom who always rides? What about a top who likes to being guided in bed! We need to break our perception of sex from the notion a mortar and pestle! Intimacy is not limited to the pov of dominance and submission, nor is top/bottom parallel to passive and active participation!

Like dealing with anti-LawLu was not enough! Now we have to again see top/bottom “discourse” resurfacing! It’s fiction; our OTP will never be canon, and cribbing about preferred position or and insisting sexual role as gospel truth is just laughable.

Yes you are allowed to enjoy a specific dynamic. So are others. Some love LawLu and some LuLaw: both are valid because it’s fiction and shipping is fun hobby! Creating ruckus about who gets to spread whose legs is very juvenile!

And I am not free of criticism! Initially when I started as a fanfic writer, I wrote top Law and bottom Lu; the LawLu fandom was young then and I didn’t know about sex much either especially the implications behind the top/bottom dictums! As a closeted teen I was typing away my fantasies and I went with LawLu flow because everyone I knew and interacted with was writing LawLu then, without thinking I went along.

But over the years as I read more, talked with others and wrote more I began to understand sex is not rigid! It is about fluidity and when I am shipping I want enjoy and present that fluidity to my readers!

Now I can’t see top/bottom role being fixed between Luffy and Law or any slash ship I indulge in. Hence now by default every LawLu fic of mine has Switch dynamics! Because they are people who will like to see and experience every aspect of sex and pleasure!

And Luffy is Greedy he will like it both ways and every other ways one can enjoy intimacy. And Law definitely is a Giver so he will give both ways and more too!

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy #one piece luffy #fanfiction #lawluffy #lawlu #trafalgar law #mugiwara no luffy #law x luffy #luffy x law #slash fic #shipping #shipper problems #top bottom #top bottom discourse is nonsense #writing fanfiction #otp ship #my otp forever #my otp #otp

[spaceratprodigy]

The Broker and the Broken

this is less a narrative of a scene unfolding and more of exploring the internal emotions being felt during this time

The buzzing of the fluorescent lights above them persisted. The air in the room felt thick, stale, suffocating. They just stood there. Staring at each other. No words enough to close the gap between them, but not wanting to be apart for any longer.

Max couldn't stand it. The way his captain stared up at him. The pain in her eyes, the disappointment. Hidden behind her tinted lenses he could just barely see how red and puffy they were.

I did this to her.

She cared so deeply for his wellbeing, fought through anywhere he asked her to take him, and he took advantage of it at every step. The vulnerability, the comfort, the trust she struggled to show anyone, she gave to him, and he shattered it. He could never take that back. He was so blinded by his own anger he failed to see the destruction his path would cause. The real casualty being the one person he respected more than anyone.

Max always had something to say. His line of work depended on it. His general attitude made it effortless. But not when it came to Her. Faith always knew how to make him lose his composure, to tie his tongue in knots, simply by just existing in front of him. She brought out a side of him he never knew existed.

Now he had a lump in his throat that wouldn't allow any words to be uttered. He just kept looking at her. Defeated. Ashamed. Desperate. He was ready to fall to his knees and beg. He wanted her to say anything to him. He wanted to heal every scar he left on her.

More than anything, he wanted them to be alone.

There was a nagging irritation under his skin caused by the looming presence of Hiram standing at his terminal. Pretending to work, but not hard enough. He wanted Max to know he was there, listening to the interaction unfolding. To know exactly the position he's been in. That when it came down to it, Faith had come running to his doorstep when she needed consolation.

Hiram knew exactly what pressure points to hit.

He didn't expect the Captain to grow on him the way she did, but he was blunt and made his newfound fondness known. He valued the friendship she'd shown him, and now he stood nearly face-to-face with that man who had broken her so deeply.

Faith had sought solitude from her ship at Devil's Peak Station. She's not the most sure why here. She was hurting and wanted to be as far away as she could think to get, not wanting to be around anyone. Hiram wasn't the most keen on the company, but something about the way Faith stood there, hardly able to hold herself together, was something he couldn't refuse. This wasn't the Captain he remembered.

He knew deep down she wouldn't stay here with him forever. That she would leave when she was ready or her crew would eventually figure out where she was and come to retrieve her. But the time had finally come, quicker than he'd like to admit. Seeing that it was the Vicar of all people who come to stand in his doorway annoyed him.

Hiram had seen intimately what Max had caused, and he knew Faith wouldn't put him in his place like he deserved. She cared too much too deeply, poor thing. It all reignited his snarkiness in full force.

Faith's lip quivered as she finally mustered up the courage to find her voice.

"I'll take you to Scylla" she said. She was quiet and sounded hoarse.

"I know this is important to you, we'll still see it through to the end together."

Almost instinctively Faith began reaching towards him, but retracted her fingers just as they were next to Max's face. She pulled her curled hand back to her chest, resting it where her locket used to lay. She would fiddle with it when she became anxious, but had taken it off and left it on her desk after what happened in Fallbrook.

Max had tensed up. His heart sank watching his captain fight against the familiarities they once shared.

He was starved for her soft touch on his skin again. He wanted to hold her hand against his cheek and melt into it. He wanted her to feel safe and comforted again, to relive every moment of closeness they had before pushing her away.

"Afterwards..." Faith began again, no longer looking Max in the eyes "we'll figure it out from there."

She turned from him, starting to walk away, slowing for a moment as if waiting for him to say something, but continuing on her course when realizing Max would remain silent.

He stood there, reliving the scene of Fallbrook in his mind over and over. What he did to her. What he said to her. What he didn't say to her when she poured her heart out. How he could never take any of it back. How right now what he really felt about her wouldn't make a difference.

Max's hand was in his pocket, thumbing the piece of jewelry he swiped from the Captain's desk. He doesn't deserve her. He doesn't deserve the kindness she's still continuing to show him. He only hopes that maybe, just maybe, he would be allowed to put this around her neck one more time.

Lost in his own head, Max had been tuning out the conversation being held in front of him between Faith and Hiram. Only returning once he saw Hiram placing his hands tenderly on his captain's arms and smiling down at her.

"Do take care, Faith.." was what finally rang crystal clear through Max's ears. He could feel his own skin getting hot.

But why?

That's her name. Why would someone calling her by her name be so bothersome?

Because you were the only one who referred to her by name.

Max was getting lost in his head again, and for the split moment it lasted, he caught it.

Hiram's eyes dart towards him, the corner of his mouth perk up before returning to his farewells with Faith. His heartfelt words were honest, but most definitely calculated.

"Oh, and before you go.." Hiram traced his fingers up to the captain's chin, thumb just barely touching her lips.

"Be a doll and shoot any marauders on the way down."

#I've decided y'all can have this one tonight :3 #stay tuned bc I have another faith and max illustration that I'll probably post tomorrow (it's wholesome I promise) #the outer worlds #outer worlds #captain of the unreliable #vicar max #maximillian desoto #hiram blythe #faith and max #my art #my writing

[lavampira]

21, 32, + 29 for mal?

oc questions

tyyyyyy 💚

21. what is your character's relationship with their emotions?

she’s very self-aware and attuned to her feelings, but because of her position as a commander and in charge of a ship, she tries to compartmentalize them until she’s alone. she doesn’t try to avoid them or want to hide from them herself, but she knows that she needs to be the brave face to keep everything under control. but she also finds an outlet and confides in others when needed and allows herself to feel things, too.

29. what are the three things that your character values most?

stability, honesty, and respect!!

32. how does your character view their past?

her view of it is a very steadfast, linear, straightlined thing - everything is a bullet point barreling along the path to get to where she is now. it’s less muddied to her than her present, though. she can pinpoint her purpose and goals, despite the trauma (surviving akuze, dying over alchera, waking on the cerberus table, etc) or regrets that pop up along the way, which is what she focuses on when considering her past, and it’s a little shaped by growing up as the daughter of hannah shepard and wanting to prove herself outside of that legacy. she clings to it more than she should with rosy-tinted nostalgic lenses at times, especially in the After timeframe of trying to find a way to move forward and live again.

#asked and answered #hythlodaes #oc: malena shepard

[weixuldo]

The Sith Lord’s Ingénue

Vader x reader/ ch 3

(a/n: ngl this series is totally self indulgent :/ but ty for reading lol and i hope u enjoy it too!)

Vader takes you to a special place

warnings: cursing, stalking, yandere/obsessive behavior, passing out?

__________________________________________

After crossing the threshold from your office to his darkroom he led you down a secret passageways. The halls were lined with pipes and other wires, you were definitely in the underbelly of the executor now.

You watched him in awe as he navigated swiftly through the maze of darkness, your heart was beating furiously. You had so many questions, you were feeling so many things. You finally reached a dimly lit stretch of hall, you squeezed his hand to get his attention and spoke.

“Why?” you asked.

“What is it, my darling?” he responded stoically.

“Why did you choose me?” you asked earnestly.

He stopped walking for a moment and turned to face you. You felt a slight tremor in his gloved hand, he stood as his respirator filled the echoing halls. The dark tinted lenses of his helmet cast down at you. You looked up at him with that doe eyed expression, your lovely eyes full of adoration and confusion. It was almost too much for him to bear, he had to restrain himself.

“Why not you, Angel?’ he responded, drawing back his hand from yours.

You gave him a puzzled look and your pretty lips formed a pout. You didn’t understand. He loved that you couldn’t even see how breathtaking you were.

He tilted your chin to face him, before he spoke he ran his thumb along your jawline. Under the mask his eyes were full of tender love and astonishment.

“You do not see how magnificent you are my darling. You possess a beauty few see in their lifetimes.” he said, heart pounding against his ribcage. He wanted you.

You looked at him bewildered. He thought you were…beautiful? No one had ever given you that kind of attention before. You couldn’t describe the emotions you were feeling, what was theis burning sensation inside of your chest. You couldn’t find words to express yourself so instead you tenderly placed your hand over his and leaned into his touch.

“Thank you” you whispered, closing your eyes to focus on the force bond.

He was astonished, you leaned into his touch.

His touch.

He gasped when you nuzzled your face against his palm, he hadn’t felt the warmth of another in so long. He could feel himself becoming more and more infatuated with you.

You broke from his gentle touch, you weren't sure how you saw him. He comforted you, yet he scared you. But there was something else, he also made you feel…different.

“Thank you for guiding me, master” you spoke, nodding to him.

He almost laughed at the use of the title “master”, but he couldn’t help but revel in it.

“My dear, I only refined what brilliance was already there” he patted your head softly before taking your hand once more.

He led you to a black platform, he held out a hand to help you onto the device. Once you were on, he joined you on it and held his hand out. The platform rose as he conducted the force. You were amazed at his abilities, you had heard of the force, but you had never seen such a skilled user.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he turned to face you, “quite fascinating, hm?”, a trace of smugness in his tone.

You looked up at him and swallowed before nodding. He had such a demanding presence, you couldn’t help but be intimidated. He hummed in satisfaction as the platform reached its destination.

You were now in a large room colored in rich obsidian and alabaster. The decor of the room had much more personality than the rest of the ship. Though the coloring was still black and white, the ambiance of the peculiar room seemed quite serene. You saw a nice desk along with a good planning table, as well as an elegant sofa and a circular bed. It seemed to be more of a recreational or relaxation room than the rest of the ship. Though as you observed it more the room seemed to be completely shut off from the rest of the executor, save for a small door on the opposite side of the room..

Vader stepped off of the platform, his heavy footsteps echoing off the walls. You followed him, still trying to understand where you were.

“What is this place?” you asked him, ghosting your hand over the furniture.

“This… is for you,” he said, stopping beside a draped curtain.

You had a confused expression on your face when you turned towards him, “me?”.

He tugged a tassel and the curtain lifted to reveal an indent in the wall. Your eyes widened, not at the indent, but what was inside.

The wall was filled with copies of every plan, every proposal, every design you had ever made. There were even candid pictures of you from your time in the empire. You were at a loss for words. This was a lot.

“W-where, how? W-” you stuttered stepping back from the wall.

He moved behind you and placed his hands upon your shoulders. “I have made this for you, so you can continue to shine, I will make sure the universe sees your talents.”

You looked back at the dark mask behind you, “where did you-”

“I have been watching you for some time. I only provided the appreciation you deserve my darling.”

What the hell was happening.

Ok… so basically your mentor, who had helped you for years was actually the infamous sith lord Darth Vader. And he had actually been watching you for years without your knowledge and he basically built a shrine to you. And he kind of gave you butterflies….. This was all too much.

You felt faint, so you reached for something to grab onto. From behind you, he snaked a gloved hand around your jaw to tilt your head up to look at him. You rested your head on his armored chest as he tenderly stroked your cheek.

“The galaxy will see you the way I see you. I promise you that. Even if I have to cut down anyone who denies you”

He really was infatuated with you, your legs felt weak and your vision began to blur and before you knew it, everything went dark.

__________________________________________

Of course Vader would never let any physical harm to come to you, so he swiftly caught you before you slipped to the ground. He wasn’t surprised you reacted that way, honestly the had prepared for worse. Instead of overthinking how you would react once you woke, he lifted you up into his strong arms and made his way to the plush bed.

His heart raced as he gazed at your unconscious figure in his arms, you were so enchanting. He couldn’t believe he finally had you. You were so light in his arms, you seemed so fragile, he wanted nothing more than to protect you form the galaxy.

He softly placed you onto the bed and brushed a few strands of hair from your face before straightening his figure. He placed a tender hand on your shoulder before speaking.

“You are too pure for the galaxy, they do not deserve your presence. You will stay with me. I will protect you”

He walked away form the bed into a smaller room connected to the main one. He stopped at the doorway and looked at your sleeping figure once more.

“You are mine”.

***

(a/n: soooo... I also wrote this at like 3 in the morning sooo... this fic is more for fun than anything else :)

taglist: @heyitsaloy , @sxoulchvn, @joossieisdabomb

#darth vader x reader #darth vader x y/n #vader x y/n #vader x reader #vader x you #star wars fic #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #the sith lords ingénue #phantom of the opera #star wars x reader #sw imagine #sw fanfic #anakin #anakin needs therapy

[josephquinnstyle]

Joseph Quinn is wearing Flatlist's Hanky Sunglasses in Crystal Blush & Mahogany

PRICE: £190/$232 - SOLD OUT

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

•Made from rose-tinted Italian acetate

•Fitted with tinted Carl Zeiss lenses

•Shades are completed with simple gold-tone branding.

•100% UVA/UVB Protection

•OBE Hinge

#Joseph Quinn #Flatlist #Sunglasses

[pinklikeroses]

Holiday inkypages~🎄🔥🌟

I almost didn’t add a background to this….

#my art #tmarie art #inkypages #fireplace #lmk #Monkie kid #Lego Monkie kid #lmk fanart #tang #macaque #six eared macaque #holiday #Christmas #tinted lenses shipping #hibiscus tea #they they they

[sea-salted-wolverine]

My God, this is the best thing I've ever done for myself. I have a pair of prescription sunglasses now and life is wonderful. Do this for yourself. Not transitions. Sunglasses.

Go to zenni.com. stick your prescription and pupilary distance in there. Find some frames you like then pick literally any combination of tints and lense coating under the sun.

Frames start at 6.95 US dollars. The coatings and tints are more and shipping isn't free, (and it shouldn't because because that's someone's job) but I got myself custom anti smudge polarized prescription sunnies for under 50 bucks.

I am not getting paid for plugging zenni. I think everyone on earth who needs glasses should know about the widely available high quality low budget online glasses store. If you have 15 dollars and know your prescription you can get glasses. Your optometrist is legally required to give you a copy of your prescription btw, withholding it so you have to buy glasses through them is a crime, in the US.

#glasses #go get your glasses

[tomb-raider-merchandise]

Tomb Raider Lara Croft's Classic Raider Specs

For the first time in over 20 years, fans are once again able to purchase Lara's signature sunglasses! The official store page gives the following description: "Whether she’s plunging the depths of a long forgotten tomb, climbing a dangerous glacier, or just going out for a spin on her trusty motorcycle, Lara always does it in style. Take a leaf out of her book with the Lara Croft’s Classic Raider Specs".

The frame is made of stainless steel with a brass finish, the lenses are polarized, with a red tint. The item measures L126.5mm x W50mm and weighs 17g. The case is made from PU leather with a debossed Tomb Raider logo on the front. It measures L16.5cm x W6.5cm x H5cm and weighs 56g. Lara's signature can be seen on the right lense.

This is currently available for purchase on the new 2024 Gear store, costing £33 (w/o shipping). You can buy it from here!

#2024 #Accessories #Cosplay #Tomb Raider Store

[hamilstuck99]

Hello, Me

Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne - NO SHIPPING, ALL PLATONIC

Word count: 1,170 words

Warnings: Mention of death(it’s jason. of course.), mention of injuries(not described in detail), Jason has a panic attack but isn’t super descriptive, Jason just is so emotionally hurt, I decided to keep the thing where Bruce takes Jason to his death site(it was good angst.), characters may be ooc(im kinda rusty), angst

I can’t think of anything else, lmk if i should tag anything or add it to warnings :)

“Hello safehouse,” he started. “Hello bed,” he walked forward. “Hello pillow,” he plopped down to sit. “... Hello me,” he said, finishing his ritual. Looking up, he could see a ghost version of his 15 year old self. From when he died. Whenever he came back from a mission, he always did this, almost to make sure he was there, that he was real. He let out a sigh and the vision of his beaten, young self disappeared.

He could hear him though, not a full voice, but present enough for him to say, “Maybe we were better off dead.”

Jason gave a grim chuckle in response and said, “Yeah, maybe.” His fifteen year old self was gone for now. He was hunched over, looking down at his helmet in his hands, the white lenses staring back at him. He could see his reflection with a red tint. His white trauma streak, the scars littering his face, his once blue, but now green eyes. He hated it. He looked so different compared to how he looked before. He wasn’t even sure he was who he wanted to be, but Gotham got used to Red Hood. He’d do practically anything for this city. It wasn’t the best, but it was his home, where he was molded into a street kid who stole bread from the nearest bakery to being adopted by the richest man in Gotham and becoming Robin, while still stopping by Ms. Hernandez’s house from time to time for homemade tamales and pollo guisado. He was a good kid. Then he died, came back, and got involved in gang wars, weapon dealing, and trying to kill the Bats. As much as he hated to admit it, his family.

“What a fucking second life,” he said sighing. It was raining, the sound echoing through the safehouse. He could feel a presence on the ceiling. “Cass, I know you’re there. Don’t have to hide.” He heard the swoosh of her cape as she landed and walked towards her.

She looked him up and down. “You’re not well.”

“Cass I’m fine. No injuries, I promise. At least, no new ones,” he said, mumbling the last part.

“Not body,” she responded, poking his forehead, “Mind.” She saw him about to speak and gave him a quick and simple “no.”

He sighed as his sister sat down on a chair. “Listen, I know you guys are trying to watch out for me but I’m fine. I promise.” He sat down in the chair across from her, looking down at his hands in his lap. “I’m taking my meds and eating regularly. You don’t need to worry. It’s just that sometimes my brain happens and I can’t help it.”

They stayed silent for a bit, Jason now fidgeting a little under Cass’s intense stare. Cass finally broke the silence saying, “Idiot. You are never alone. Family is here to help you always.” Then she gave him a small envelope and left his safehouse.

He took in his sister’s words. Never alone. It was easier to be alone, that’s for sure. Not like they would let him, but it was easier. Less pain for others if he could distance himself. He couldn’t though. Was he selfish for that? Maybe. He didn’t notice he was crying until he felt warm tears fall on his folded hands. He quickly wiped them away and got up to make a meal. He put the letter to the side and started to cook.

The Gotham rain continued to pound the roof of his safe house. He washed up after patrol, then laid down on his bed. He had to wear a sweatshirt and pajama pants that night. He couldn’t stand being able to look at his scars. His eyes were glowing green as he stared at the ceiling in the dark, it was another side effect of being put in the Lazarus Pit. In the back of his mind he could hear his 15 year old self again. He was whispering, “We were supposed to stay dead.” Jason shut his eyes.

The voice was louder now, a normal speaking voice. “You aren’t supposed to be here.” Jason covered his ears.

The voice, he wasn’t sure who it was anymore, grew louder. It screamed at him, “I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.” He curled up into himself, shaking. He slowly opened his eyes.

All he could do was name everything he could physically sense. He kept on going until he could ground himself. The voice was gone by the end of it.

There was a knock at the door. He picked up one of his guns and walked towards it.

“Jason,” a deep voice said, “It’s me.”

Bruce. It was Bruce. Jason stood at the other side of the closed door, he didn’t really want to see anyone. Especially not Bruce. Not right now. He opened it anyway. He moved to the side letting Bruce in.

“You haven’t been answering your phone,” Bruce said as he closed his umbrella. Most people would’ve heard it as monotonous, but Jason knew. It was laced with the slightest bit of worry.

“It’s dead.”

“It’s been hours.”

“Oh yeah? I haven’t noticed,” Jason scoffed.

“We’ve been trying to contact you.”

“Cass dropped by a few hours ago. I’m assuming you’ve been trying to ask me about whatever this letter is about?” He asked, picking up the neatly sealed envelope.

“It’s… an invitation,” Bruce responded.

“For what? And it better not be a fucking gala, old man. People still think I’m…” he trailed off. Normally he could say it. Death, dead, died, that whole thing. Not today though, and Bruce recognized it.

“It’s not a gala. A family vacation.” Jason stared at Bruce with his eyebrows knitted. Bruce was a normally stoic man, but he could see how he was bracing himself for whatever negative reaction that could come his way. It came with knowing the man for years, whether he liked it or not.

“Is that code for something? Maybe another fun little field trip like when you took me to the place I fucking died?” Jason asked bitterly, “Which soldier died this time?” Bruce flinched a little, his lips pressing together and shoulders tensing.

“No. It’s an actual trip,” Bruce responded.

“The catch is…?”

“It is an actual trip. For the most part,” he said, pausing. He hesitated before saying, “We also have to gather intel on someone there. There’s an event we have been invited to, and luckily, our target is there.”

Jason just stared at him. Not realizing his face was betraying him. Not realizing the slight snarl forming on his lips. Bruce opened his mouth to say something, but Jason cut him off. “You know what? Fine. I’ll join this goddamn mission. What-fucking-ever, old man,” Jason said walking to the door, “Now, leave.”

Bruce’s face contorted into a look of worry, eyes stuck on Jason; how he hated it. “Jaylad, it’s not—“

“Go.”

Bruce lowered his gaze and walked out into the rain.

A/n: hiiiiiii long time no see :) I havent published anything in a long time and it’ll probably stay that way. I started this in like. 2021 i think. reworked a few things but not a lot, mainly focused on finishing it lol. i hope that if anyone sees this you enjoyed :) i really am very active but i seldom post any of my writing bc like. i barely finish anything lololol aha writing. gotta say im decently proud of this one. please do not follow me for my writing the last time i posted any of my fics was almost two years ago im just under it by a little over a week

#death mention tw #death mention #hamil writes #jason todd #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #GOD IM SO RUSTY WITH TAGGING THESE TYPES OF THINGS #dc fic #jason todd fic #my poor boy. yeah im inflicting the pain but that’s besides the point. #jason todd angst #red hood

[gghero]

Do have any headcanons for Caspar and Linhardt not like the ship but as individuals (I ship them)

Oh boy do I ever!

Caspar is left-handed in my headcanon! His handwriting is surprisingly careful but his notes are always smudged because his hand gets in the way. But it gives him a slight edge when he's brawling because he catches people unawares when he leads with a left-handed stance! (Yes that's a thing!)

We know from Hopes that Linhardt can draw photorrealism and in his Bernadetta support he offers artistic critique on her painting's color palette so I like to think he received formal education in the arts since he was a child. House Hevring are amidst the most prolific art patrons in the Empire in fact (also headcanon).

Caspar has a sort of identity crisis after the war's over and he realizes he's been kind of a workaholic all his life and doesn't have many hobbies but he's reluctant to take up an interest in something because he thinks he won't be any good at it. Eventually he gets over himself and takes up woodcarving and learns how to play the ocarina! He's so proud of his progress in both

Linhardt starts needing glasses in his early 30s. At first he is a little bit upset because he thinks he's starting to look like his father, but once he finds a model he likes that fits his personality, he accepts it with grace and looks stunning to boot. He wears circular lenses with a slight tint so reading is easier on his eyes.

Caspar is not good at studying languages, but he makes himself understood wherever he goes! He picks up useful expressions and pronunciation surprisingly easily because he will talk to everyone.

Linhardt gets seasick easily, and can't swim. He despises sea travel and spends most of the voyage in his cabin, trying to sleep.

Caspar smells like tanned leather, freshly cut grass, sweat, cat hair and iron.

Linhardt's smells like angelica tea, pine tree needle soap, musty books, pond water and resin.

Caspar can whistle really loudly! He puts his fingers to his lips and the sound carries for miles.

Some of the interests Linhardt fluctuates between after the war: ornithology, mineralogy, entomology, collecting stamps, cross-stitching...

#caspar von Bergliez #linhardt von hevring #fe #fe3h #fire emblem #three houses #ask gghero #gghero rambles #caspar (fe) #linhardt (fe)

[shree3redranger]

Gwen and Kevin are a bad ship.

Gwen:

\- constantly demeans Kevin,

\- doesn't respect his boundaries (he was uncomfortable with dating her as quickly as she wanted him to, she kept pushing it anyway),

\- makes little effort to understand him (two examples: the ever-popular "you have to treat a car like you treat a woman." "\*arms crossed\* go on..." showing that she doesn't care of understand that he loves cars and treats them preciously, and in extension he was saying that you have to treat a woman preciously. second example is when she constantly brought up in that one episode how much money was important to him (icr which episode, but i think it was Andreas; Fault?) without stopping to think about how he has canonically been homeless for about a third of his life at that point)

\- blamed kevin for his getting groomed by charmcaster in that one episode

Kevin, for his part, is much less to blame, but he still isn't innocent, either. He doesn't open up and he refuses to talk unless forced to. Again, not nearly as bad in comparison to Gwen, but it definitely puts strain on their relationship.

Gwen and Kevin would've been better as friends than they EVER were as lovers. The writers fucked up HARD by putting them together, and the fact that the fans wear rose tinted lenses and say they're the best couple in the series is even worse.

#ben 10