#with a hint of

[heuffopla]

Felt like drawing some guys on the train :]

#They sure are some cool and normal guys #my art #illustration #Nudity #Nudity cw #With a hint of #anticapitalism #Innit lads #monsters #Queer artist #traditional art

[underqualified-human]

The Dream Fic ft. Leona Kingscholar

→ A/N: This lion man invaded my dreams after I wore heels for the first time in a while, this is vaguely based on that 

→ Warnings:

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: One shot

→ Word Count: 288

→ Pronouns: They/Them [but reader is mentioned as wearing heels]

You slid down the wall, the sound of chatter from the party echoing softly through the empty hallway. You pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your head against your folded arms. 

4cm heels and walking around for more than an hour truly was a horrible combination.

You hear footsteps and look up to see Leona standing above you. “Hey,” he said semi-aggressively, though his concern was evident, “Why are you on the floor?”

“Feet hurt.” You really weren't in the mood to form complete sentences, and he understood you all the same.

“Want to ditch?” He asked, removing his hands from his pockets and crossing his arms. You let out a sound of agreement, though it may have been slightly confusing to hear, Leona still understood.

He turned his back to you and got on the ground, bending his knee like he was proposing to the wall in front of him. With a pained groan, you rose to your feet and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. As he got up, he helped you wrap your legs around his muscular waist. 

When you were on top of him, and he had started the walk back to his room, you rested your chin in the crook of his neck. Not long into the walk you took your hand and started to absent-mindedly scratch under his chin. 

“Oi, knock it off,” he said sharply.

“But you're my little meow-meow,” you responded tiredly, clearly teasing him.

“I’m gonna drop you,” he warned, though his grip seemed to tighten rather than loosen.

“No, you won't.” 

The walk was longer than you expected, and you began to nod off, barely being able to hear his reluctant response, “... No I won't.”

Tagging: None

Story Time!: There's this cat in our neighborhood that hangs around with our cat on our front lawn, but since we don't know the owner [it has a collar] we call it Meowgiri (based on a Mae Geri kick). We also give it food whenever because it looks really thin.

#aries writing #with a hint of #aries rambles #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #disney twisted wonderland #x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona x reader

[hisapyon]

Childe flirting with kaeya 👀

#chaeya #with a hint of #luckae #childe #tartaglia #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #abo #omegaverse #omega kaeya #alpha childe #genshin impact #hisapyon

[stingsbf]

i love making these

#danhausen HAS said fuck once #maybe even twice #chuck has also said the n-word #if anyone even remembers that #hook will be in the next one #send hook #FOR HOOKHAUSEN #aew #all elite wrestling #the best friends #best friends aew #chuck taylor aew #trent beretta #trent? #danhausen #orange cassidy #kris statlander #wheeler ​yuta #with a hint of #dustjim #and or/or #chorange

[leonsliga]

Manuel Neuer’s postmatch presser | FC Bayern München vs. FC Copenhagen | 29.11.23

#‘Thomas and I have good memories of that day’ #HOLD ME WHILE I CRY #manuel neuer #with a hint of #neuller #fc bayern münchen #fc bayern munich #fc bayern #videos #pressers

[shortkingvi]

as a pathetic lesbian with oldest sibling syndrome, i know what it’s like to become dangerously sacrificial for everyone around me. that’s why this pride month, i’m partnering with yang xiao long-

#rwby #yang xiao long #with a hint of #bumbleby

[dancingwiththefae]

“And that barmaid I caught you with the other day. Was she good?”

She broke her words up with kisses. Jaskier tangled his fingers in her loose curls.

“No one compares to you,” he crooned.

“You’re such a liar.”

An expert rock of her hips. His hands gripped her waist tight.

“Well what about that Redanian soldier I caught you with?”

He wasn’t the only one having some fun on the side, after all.

“That singer with the blonde hair.”

“The stable hand.”

“The duke of Verden.”

“The stable hand’s brother!”

“The prince of Redania!”

He stilled underneath her. She took the opportunity to kiss at his neck.

“I didn’t fuck the prince.”

Vespula nipped at his ear and pulled back to look him in the eye.

“Yet,” she smirked.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher spoilers #the witcher s3 #Jaskier #Vespula #with a hint of #radskier #i should write a silly smutty fic about them they were so much fun #more Vespula i say #do they have a ship name #veskier #or #jaspula #perhaps #faye writes #is this something #can I make this something

[oneirataxia-girl]

okay people I need everyone to drop everything now and LOOK AT MY DARLING MARI OMG, Hadley @supermarine-silvally was kind enough to make me art of Mari and I Have Not Stopped fangirling over it since they sent it to me. this is my new roman empire now (as if I need another reason to go feral over Mari)

check under the cut for a surprise 🤭 minor spoilers for Wano, but it’s just one line tbh

"Bepo, don't touch that! It's not done yet!"

The polar bear hung his head as he drew his paw back from the half-finished cannon, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize!" Penguin chastised, the penguin charm on his cap shaking in tandem with his head.

"Yeah!" Added Shachi, tossing a dirty look at Kenji, who raised his arms in surrender, "We're all on the same level here, so don't order us around like you're higher than us, Strawhat!"

"Aren’t you bossing us around right now?"

As the Strawhats -- mostly Franky and Chopper -- and the Hearts started to argue, a huff of laughter diverted the two crewmates’ attention to the last crew’s second-in-command. Killer had his arms crossed in front of his chest, mask covering his face as always; Kenji didn't make a complaint as the blond-haired man shoved through the throng of people and wrapped a muscular arm around his shoulder.

"Pretty sure Kenji knows his stuff better than you, Heart. So listen to him on this."

"Stop ordering us around!"

Chaos descended back on the Sunny as the crews, now three rather than two, shot insults and jabs at each other. Under the deck, the captains exchanged glances at the ruckus.

"Your crew’s done something again, Strawhat."

"Why me? It’s probably Jaggy's fault!"

The redhead threw a spoon at Luffy while spewing a stream of insults. Sighing, Law raised a hand to tug on his hat, only to remember that the top of his head was empty. Kid’s head was similarly void of his usual headgear, something Luffy didn’t hesitate to point out as soon as he stepped into the room.

"Jaggy! Your hair looks good without your goggles!"

Kid snapped his head in Luffy's direction. The blue hairband holding his hair back was distinctly not a part of the captain's wardrobe. Indeed, the accessory stood out among the reds and blacks that Kid favored like how Law's lack of his cap also drew Luffy's attention as soon as he saw the doctor.

"Did I miss something? Why are you not wearing your hat, Tra-guy?"

Behind him, Kid made a sound that was a mixture of a scoff and a snicker, "Yeah Doctor, where's your hat?"

With a glance at the hair accessory perched on the redhead, Law’s mouth twitched slightly, "You know perfectly well where it is."

Up on the deck, the Heart, Strawhat, and Kid pirates had each taken up a corner of the ship. Arguing about everything from whose captain was the strongest, to which crew had the greatest feats; Zoro looked ready to draw his swords and dice up the next human (or mink) who said Law was the best out of the three captains, and Kenji just seemed flattered that he managed to start such a debate.

That was, until Mari slid down from the crow's nest.

"Brook," she started, striding across the wooden floor with soundless steps, "It's your turn to keep watch, my shift's done."

The skeleton opened his mouth, but only the clack of his jawbone falling to the floor came out. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi had identical looks of shock on their faces; even Killer seemed surprised behind his mask.

Mari's forehead furrowed as she took in their expressions, "What?"

"Mari," Kenji said from his place next to the Kid Pirates’ second-in-command, "What's that on your head?"

Reaching up, Mari repeated her crewmate's question with a confused look, her eyes widened for a fraction of a second as she registered exactly what sat on her head, then her face returned to her usual expression of boredom.

"A cap."

"Just a cap?" asked Kenji, smile too wide for it to be normal. Mari’s eyes narrowed at him, but he didn't seem to be fazed by her as she answered simply:

"And some goggles."

Kenji nodded sagely, turning around to tap Killer on the shoulder, "Kill, don't you think my crewmate's new goggles look familiar?"

The blond man nodded back just as gravely, the gravity of his stance offset by a few gasps of laughter escaping him as he observed, "I've certainly seen it somewhere."

"Captain's cap?!"

"Are those Kid’s googles?!"

"Has anyone seen my jaw?!"

Numerous pairs of eyes turned around to look at Brook.

"Ah, here it is! Thank you, Robin."

Robin’s arm replied with a thumbs up.

"Ah-ah," said Kenji, bringing the attention back to the woman about to leave the deck, "where do you think you’re going, young lady?"

"I’m two years older than you."

"Barely two years older than me."

"Still counts."

"On paper maybe, but --"

"Why do you have Captain’s hat?!" Demanded Bepo, flanked by Penguin and Shachi, who were both glaring at Mari under the shades of their own hats, "You stole it, didn’t you!"

Removing her hand from the doorknob, Mari sighed softly and tugged at the spotted brim of the hat, "Your captain gave it to me."

"Did Kid also give you his goggles?" Came the question from Wire.

"He shoved them in my face and stomped off."

"Sounds like him," Heat muttered, getting a chorus of agreements from his crew.

The Heart Pirates, on the contrary, weren’t so easily convinced, "Why would our captain give anything to a Strawhat?"

Mari shrugged in response, tucking a hand behind her back as the other one started to open the door leading down into the interior of the Sunny, "He doesn’t explain things to me. And if that’s all, I’m going to finish my chores."

"I’ll come with," Sanji piped up, pushing his way through the throng to follow his crewmate, "it’s time to get started on dinner anyways."

The door swung shut behind the two.

Kenji held his hand out to Killer, who sighed and rummaged in his pockets for a wad of Berry, which he placed in the other man’s waiting palm. Brook, now with his jawbone, coughed awkwardly and moved to the crow’s nest to keep watch. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi were still muttering and casting furtive glances at where Mari had left the deck. And for a moment, there was only the sound of waves lapping against the sides on the ship.

In the kitchen, Mari was silent as she chopped up the vegetables into small cubes; Sanji was the same while he grinded herbs and spices into a paste -- until he put down his pestle and asked:

"Is Kid wearing your hairband?"

Her knife suspended in midair, Mari glanced over at the blond, a small smirk growing on her face as she nodded.

the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon @starcrossedjedis @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe @supermarine-silvally @fakedatings -- want to be added? shoot me an ask!!

#ugh my writing has gotten so bad I am sorry to everyone that reads it #tho tbf this is the first full something I've written in a while #this takes place in an alt universe bc there is no feasible way this could work in the current version of aim for the sun #an au where Mari doesn’t have abandonment issues and is more assertive right off the bat #I see Franky and Chopper ready to throw hands (and hooves) when cool bro Kenji gets snapped at #even tho it still feels a bit ooc to me #Kenji and Killer know what's up with Midlaw and Midlaw hates them for it #that is the same for the main story #(they definitely coined the ship name Midlaw in-universe #bc the three of them are mid af #anyhow thank you sm again to Hadley for making both arts!! #i love them if you can’t tell yet aksjaksj #oc: marionette mari #oc: himura kenji #ship: midlaw #otp: the metal strings of death #with a hint of #ship: keller #no otp title for them yet #alvita's writing #fyeahonepieceocs

[zsofieia]

i was gonna do homework but the little voice in my mind wouldn't stop chanting ERRORSWEEPERRORSWEEPERRORSWEEP so um i barfed this out :D

listen i've been in this fandom for YEARS but i can say i literally haven't participated in any big event going on here and that's actually really devastating sO THERE AIN'T NO WAY I WAS GONNA MISS THIS!!

and for that reason, i have twitter now!! made it just to post this and to find more content of the poll :D

i absolutely love seeing other artist's work for this they range from silly little doodles to extremely detailed masterpieces my eyes turn into stars whenever i see them

oh and

eheh you know i had to ;D

ink belongs to comyet!

error belongs to loverofpiggies!!

#ERRORSWEEP #LET'S GGOOOOOOOOOOOOO #error sans #error!sans #with a hint of #errink #wink wonk #zsofieia2022

[viacursecasting]

Sonadow Scenario #70

{ Requested by @crown172 }

Shadow knew why his comrades wanted to hang out at his place. His sleek, modern bachelor pad had the latest gadgets and gizmos, and before he could turn the gang away at the front door, they were already shoving past him, scrambling over one another. Normally he would have not-so-kindly asked them to beat it.

But they brought free food. So.

His colleagues spent the rest of the night gaming on the latest console as he typed up some reports at his desk. He was grateful that whenever things got too rowdy, Rouge threatened them with the heel of her boot.

Sometimes she even followed through.

He hated to admit it, but he actually liked the white noise of having company. The sounds of laughter, of lively conversation... It was a nice change of pace from the lonely late nights of working.

But today something felt... off. It was a voice—or rather, the lack thereof—that put him on edge. He uncontrollably bounced his knee, finding it difficult to concentrate.

He peered toward the living room where his friends were, eyes narrowing at the empty seat.

He walked up to them. "Where's Sonic?"

"Blue?" Rouge pondered. "He left early. Something about wanting to clear his head."

"Is that so?" When Shadow took a closer look at the seat, he found a worn out novel with a cracked spine and plenty of earmarked pages.

He went to pick it up, not recognizing it. "Does this belong to anyone?" When he received a bunch of head shakes, his brow furrowed as he realized who the owner was. "Strange," he mulled to himself. "It's not like him to leave one of his books behind..."

He glanced at his watch. I should return it before it gets too late, he thought. As he slipped on a jacket, he gave his comrades a stern reminder that Rouge was in charge before he headed out the door, the cool air greeting the face of a hedgehog on a mission.

~

If Sonic wanted to clear his head, there was only one place he would be.

Shadow made his way to a clearing in the forest. There stood the tallest oak tree in the land with branches that kissed the stars, with leaves that waltzed in the evening breeze. At the base of the tree sat the blue hedgehog, leaning against the sturdy trunk with hands folded behind his head.

Sonic's ears twitched before he opened his eyes, which were drowsy before they bulged in surprise. "Shadow? What are you doing here?"

The agent produced the book from his quills. "You left this."

"Oh." Sonic rose to receive it solemnly. "Sorry. I've been so preoccupied."

"Is that why you've been coming over less?"

Sonic smirked. "What's the matter? Have you missed me~?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Shadow retorted, turning away to mask his tint. "It's just... the atmosphere is different. And I can't focus."

It was Sonic's turn to flush. "I see..."

Shadow cleared his throat. "So. You're a Tales of the Round Table fan?"

Sonic clutched the book close to his heart, averting his gaze. "Something like that."

Shadow idly kicked a twig at his feet. "Maybe the next time you come over, you could... tell me about it."

Sonic stiffened. "Ah. Well... I—"

Shadow took a hint with a scoff, turning away. "Forget it. I knew I shouldn't have—"

"Wait, Lance—I mean—!" Even before Sonic uttered the words, he knew he messed up, slapping his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

Shadow regarded him with a wary expression. "Lance?" he echoed. He took note of how deep the hero blushed, and suddenly it all made sense.

Shadow's heart sank. "You like him."

"No!" Sonic blurted. Then his ears folded back. "I mean, kinda. But that's not—"

"That's why you've been acting so strange since you returned from that world," Shadow surmised. He shot blood-red daggers at the book, sneering, "And those stories remind you of your beau."

Sonic fumed. "He's not my—"

"No more games, hedgehog!" Shadow spat. "First you insist on spending time together, being a thorn in my side, then you leave only to come back with eyes for another." Laughing bitterly, he dragged a hand over his face as if washing away his rose-colored glasses. "I'm such an idiot. To think I was actually starting to..." He trailed.

Sonic eyed him cautiously. "Starting to what?"

Shadow took a few seconds to decide whether or not to confess. Finally he gave a sharp huff through his nostrils, eyes darkening, voice barely audible. "To like you."

Sonic's pupils constricted, words trapped in his throat.

But Shadow didn't care. "That dumb look on your face is only proof that I'm right."

Sonic tapped his foot furiously. "Are you done? Because you couldn't be more wrong!"

Shadow was taken aback by the outburst. But he shut up to let the hero explain himself.

Sonic sighed, clutching his heart. "The truth is..." His fingers brushed the faded cover of the novel. "I thought I liked Lance, which was why I stopped coming over. It wasn't fair to lead you on. I... was confused."

Shadow picked up on the keyword. "Was?"

Sonic nodded. "Even though Lance is strong, smart, stubborn with a sensitive side, I've come to realize something."

He tucked the book away before walking closer to the lifeform, gazing at him with shining emeralds. "I liked all those things about him because... he reminded me of you."

Shadow's breath hitched. God, he wanted—needed—so badly for that to be true.

But—

He scowled, "I have a hard time believing you. What if I remind you of him? How do I know you're not just using me?"

"I would never lie to you, Shadow," Sonic responded, his tone as genuine as his heart. He then raised his hand as a pledge. "Hedgehog's honor."

Shadow grunted. That grin was almost irresistible.

Almost.

Sonic knew he was on the verge of convincing him. So he leaned close, his lips a breath away from the agent's. "May I prove it to you?"

Shadow swallowed. It took every ounce of self-control to not close the gap right then and there.

Instead he replied, "No."

The hero couldn't hide the pain in his eyes as he drew away, but Shadow immediately pulled him close again, slipping a hand around his slim waist.

Sonic reddened. "Sh-Shadow?"

"I'm giving you my proof first."

Shadow then molded his lips with the hero's, muffling Sonic's yelp of surprise. Their peppered kisses quickly turned into open-mouthed ones, tasting each other at long last.

It hit like ecstasy.

As time slowed down and their hearts picked up the pace, Shadow clutched him closer, taking in all of Sonic. His grassy scent, his sweet taste, his breathless sighs. He never thought he would get the chance to do so, especially after the hero disappeared without a trace.

Between kisses, Shadow cupped the other's cheek as if to confirm he was real, murmuring against soft peach lips, "I missed you."

Sonic's eyes shimmered in the moonlight as he ran his fingers through the lifeform's quills, a sure sign he would never let go.

#sonadow scenarios #sonadow #with a hint of #lansoni #sth #i hope you like it uwu

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

“the weird intersection of progressive ideals and astounding toxicity that johnandyoko represent is endlessly fascinating to me” probably why they’re the most intriguing ’beatle’ couple to me. It seems like they were truly surprised when their honeymoon phase wasn’t actually sustainable. Both romantic idealists in that way. Although Yoko seemed much more adaptable at pivoting the relationship dynamics while John seemed to desperately want to catch the initial magic and high of their early love.

Yeah I think I agree with this. John especially seemed so obsessed with the fact he found her!!!! Against all odds!!!! that he held onto that very long. (I've recently been thinking about how, mayhaps, JoeandTaylor were like JohnandYoko all this time 😭😭 – not a perfect parallel, but also listening to Lavender Haze with them in mind blew my mind lmao)

What you're saying also feels reflected on Double Fantasy, though I'm never sure how much to take the album as "indicative" of anything substantial.

#ask #anon #jy #with a hint of #swiftles #df

[ladynecropolis]

of course you have eye imagery and pronouns 😂

#this joke has almost certainly been made before #this post is about #jon sims #as well as #gerard keay #with a hint of #cecil palmer #as well #and also #i have an oc for that

[agonizedembrace]

It was a promise, a motion Evelynn does not often make, to return.

Truthfully, she's unsure what compelled her to agree in the first place. Was it the tug of her chest? The warmth of Akali's lips that brush against hers, a tease -- a notion that she often makes? Was it the sincerity held in those words, the questions that borderline begs for Evelynn, a demon nonetheless, to come back to her.

Terrifying, because Evelynn could FEEL THE LONGING.

True to her word, she does return, but not in record time. Perhaps due to her own fear, the very acceptance of the emotions she's sworn against -- that she doesn't harbor. Long nights, years, spent arguing with herself that a demon like herself doesn't have emotions. Only to learn, that yes, she does and it is her now, as a fool, that longs for the human that calls for her.

It is Spring, a time of the year that humans seem fond of, that Evelynn makes way for Ionia. When flowers begin to bloom and the sun lingers above longer. When night prowls become difficult, ceasing the amount of time Evelynn has to lure her prey in safely. She contemplates the idea of picking the lone plants, of softer colors, to present as some gift before she decides against it. Such an act wasn't meant for her.

Her presence is enough. It always has been, and she sees this as no difference now.

Something is amiss, Evelynn knows this by the air. The taste of agony lingers, coaxing her senses and luring her further into the land. It is recent, a slow, gruesome pain that's alike the same she provides to her victims. Yet her nose scrunches at it, for there's been no word of war (and how unfortunate, that she's waited all this time for NOTHING) and an amount this large hits her like an old friend. So she follows, forgetting the reason she's traveled this way to begin with.

Evelynn knows death, she GRANTS the passing. These humans should be humbled that she delivers them such a lovely experience to the afterlife by her very hands. And while The Kindred, troublesome as they are, would call her motives gruesome, she dismisses the irritation they hold to her. If one so desires to come to their end sooner than their story wishes, who is she to deny herself a meal and their request?

Yet, this taste of death that lingers about is different. It's off putting and unsettling -- it creates A WORRY within her.

She is unsure when her pace quickens, breaking into a run with lashers ready to pounce. There is no reason. There is no immediate harm to her -- yet fear grips her, like breath is draining from lungs she doesn't need to use. Deep down, pass those troublesome humane feelings, Evelynn knows the reason. The thing that's gnawing at her chest, making steps more frantic in the ever coming dusk.

Yes, wasn't that the reason she even came back to this land to begin with?

What should be quick moments seem to drag on. A path she's taken thousands of times before, oft in the dawn of spring. The new leaves, the old wilting trees, life and death, hand in hand.

She passes fields, where blood has once tainted the soil and flowers boom anew, with a sole purpose in mind. Chasing the scent that wafts the air and dulls her senses, a new hunger for knowledge that she is not the cause of such a feast. Past the abandoned hide outs of old orders.

And Evelynn finds her there, in the mist of certain agony. The very food she feasts upon, that reeks from HER human, all to become a dwindling scent to the night's breeze. Still is she, frozen in place as eyes bare witness to the sight before her. Lips part, speechless as everything seems to crumble before her.

"Rogue…?" is but a whisper -- a plea. It is frail, yet loaded with emotions that Evelynn finally begins to acknowledge.

SHE KNOWS WHAT THIS SCENE IS.

IT IS A SCENE SHE'S CREATED BEFORE.

It is a wave that crashes over her, that consumes her very being. Flooding her senses, and all she can think is AKALI. Stumbling steps, uneven, not caring. It is a slow pace, no regard to the dead twigs beneath her feet, does she approach. "Darling--" a baited breath, fear that overbears the waning hope.

This is not something she would ever grant -- not by any other. Hands that tremble, along the cooling skin of the human. Eyes close, chest heaving as she effortlessly begins to lull the limp body closer to her own. There is no point to check to a pulse.

There is a burn, that resides in her whole being, crackling away at all that she's beginning to accept. The hole it begins to create, tearing her insides apart and all she can do is let out a hysterical laugh -- this cannot be real. The tears that drop are sudden, shaking her out of trance she isn't aware of. Droplets that begin to coat the torn face mask of a fallen assassin.

Evelynn's crying.

It is not a notion she's done before, something she isn't even aware she's capable of doing. It does little to alleviate the ever growing ache that resides in her chest, that holds such an intense grip on her. A release, yet unsatisfying as she heaves with each sob her body provides.

"I'm sorry," genuine words that haven't left her lips before, broken between cries as she cowers over her. Her lashers begin to snake closer, cradling around herself and the dead body she desperately clings to. A hand slowly cradles a cold cheek, blurry vision unable to make sense of the blood that coats her face.

Evelynn knows she's not meant to love like this, to allow herself to be fond of any human, and bitterly does she accept this fate. She brings death, it is how she lives. Yet she cannot push away the budding desire -- the adoration for the lifeless human that lays limp in her arms. If there is a curse, to bear such agony in return to have such a fluttering feeling, she would take it upon herself.

Her promise remains broken, for what good is it for her to return, if her human is dead?

--

"Won't you tell me your name, love?"

Evelynn's smile is flirtatious, glistening in the moonlight as she continues to pin down the priestess beneath her. There is a feeling, one she's been unable to shake since she's laid eyes upon her.

She hardly smiles, but Evelynn can tell the irritation that resides in such dark eyes. "If I must," she huffs, cheeks donning a slight hue of pink. "Akali."

And that moment, after a few centuries, Evelynn recognizes that warm hum in her chest that causes her to double take. Perhaps late, but not never, she's made her way back. What feels like an eternity, of going through such emotions once more, is only a few seconds as the demon collects herself with a hum.

"A pleasure, darling." Her tone is light, barely restraining emotions that are quickly being lit anew. "You can call me Evelynn."

#» HATE AND LOVE ARE JUST TWO WORDS FOR PASSION ( IC ) #» V. { AGONY } #with a hint of #» V. { BM } #this alludes the answered ask that remi did the other day ty for giving me brain worms #i am now diseased #the time skip is so i can pretend there's a happy ending (there isn't) #tw: death #» LOVE ME ( DRABBLE )

[veeva-i0i]

My notes looking like this while I'm literally in the middle of writing my Soulmate Sabriel fic tells you about how much Sam and Gabriel have taken over my mind.

Because what do you mean I just want to write silly little stories about these two in different universes.

#i am still not normal about them #will i ever even write these fics? who the fuck even knows #but god damnit- do they live in my mind rent free #supernatural #spn #Sam Winchester #sam #Gabriel #Sabriel #with a hint of #Balthazar #Lucifer

[seal-jelly]

hai guys just uploaded some unfinished animatics on yt :3333

#my art #my animatic #with a hint of #my covers #the magnus archives #tma #generation loss #your turn to die #yttd #good omens #Youtube

[sweet-likefruit]

Alexa, play Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

#poc coquette #coquette #coquette aesthetic #with a hint of #dark acamedia #me