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Lucien "We're not going to bite" Vanserra and Tamlin "Your hair is... clean" High Lord of Spring, everybody.

Bonus:

Feyre "Was that a compliment?" Archeron

From "A Court of Thorns and Roses" chapter 7

I am the artist. Please do not repost.

Big ahh doodle dump

inumaki x reader except it's idiots to lovers because reader's cursed technique allows her to negate cursed energy. featuring lots of pining and copious amounts of the miscommunication trope because inumaki, the poor baby, wants to make sure everyone stays safe so he keeps speaking in onigiri ingredients because he doesn't want reader to think that he only keeps her around so he can talk like a "normal person."

inumaki also loathes how he can't speak normally so lots of self hatred there

except reader just thinks he hates her because he doesn't really fundamentally understand how she feels about him? but they're friends so it hurts more? and it turns out he's been madly in love with her and it's so blatantly obvious from both sides to the point where maki and panda are about to start bashing their heads into the walls

like. you leave him cute handwritten notes before his missions, along with a neatly packed bento with a different flavor of onigiri each time. you keep cough medicine on you at all times, making sure that you have the cherry flavor because he finds it more tolerable than the grape. and he keeps hair ties on his wrists because he knows you always break them on accident when you spar. he keeps your favorite drinks stocked in his room in case he needs to cheer you up from a bad day.

but somehow, it gets inside his head through a [redacted scenario] that he's just using you. it makes him feel so incredibly guilty that he withdraws. the onigiri lays forgotten in the same spot you leave it. you get used to fighting with your hair down because you no longer have spare hair ties to tie it up.

so you pine and pine and want and want until something inside you breaks-

only to realize he was yours all along and both of you were just too stupid to realize it

Sundrop

Every year there is a Grand Prix weekend where Pierre and Charles fuck nasty the entire time and simply cannot keep it behind closed doors and make it everyone else’s problem.

Tfw when you're just playing around with poses and you accidentally create a historical Hallmark-romance movie.

Cas knows all the burdens Dean has to carry on his shoulders during his daily life. He sees that weight getting heavier and heavier and there is nothing he can do about it.

Sure, he tries to help. Sometimes he adds to that weight without wanting to, but he does the best he can to relieve Dean. That's why he accepted Crowley's deal to fight against Raphael. That's why he wanted to stay in Purgatory because he deserved it after he put this heavy weight that was his mistakes on Dean's shoulders. That's why he stole this grace and became an angel again, so that HE could solve the falling angels' issue, not Dean. That's why he tried to find Kelly Kline without Dean. That's why he never told Dean about the deal with the Empty.

That's why he never told Dean he loved him until it was the last option in order to save him from Billie. Because he wouldn't want to add his feelings for him to all the burdens he has to carry all the time on his shoulders.

He never wanted his love to be a weight on Dean.

from inside the fruity four apartment, i bring you eddie & steve’s bedroom door (i’m sure i don’t need to tell you which of them made the sign)

been thinking about this specific shot 

i believe in the power of fem andrew minyard's belly <3

Apollo: Phoenix isn’t answering his phone Trucy: I’ll call Apollo: Athena and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Phoenix: Hello?

Until the End

/ / limited life spoilers?

(im also trying my hand at creative writing for the first time in years im so sorry if its bad)

Something, something, the overall fear that festers throughout the server, in this case the literal time ticking on your life and knowing that any wrong move will push the clock hand forwards. Knowing that BigB killed Cleo out of desperation to save himself in Last Life, severing his friendship. Knowing that BigB didn’t stay with Ren in Double Life, a wariness that is harboured by every player, instilled deep within. A lesson learned. Something, something, it's a new game, and he is tired. Of loneliness, of fear, of the constant glance over your shoulder. So he chooses to be brave. He tries again. 

Something, something, Pearl knew friendship in Last Life. Despite the fear, despite the desperation to live and willingness to do whatever it took, she knew friendship and it didn’t break under the pressure so heavily applied to all the tentative bonds created. She may not have won but at least Scott did and that meant something right? She died but at least she was happy, not many could say the same. And then fate tied their strings together and the world came crashing down within moments. The warmth she knew so well from Scott was ripped away, a sharp gaze and sneered explanation of where she went wrong. A single twisting tower reaching for the sky built brick by brick on the ruins of the past. Something, something, she has been lonely for far too long and its a new game.

It's Limited Life now, there’s a timer on a player's wrist and a tick tock ringing through their heads. There’s the familiar scramble for tools, resources, anything they can get their hands on that will push that clock hand just a few minutes back. Alliances are quick, deaths quicker. 

Something, something, Pearl can't help but remember the past and this time she’ll do better. She makes her rounds from player to player, a friendly greeting and hesitant handshake. There's a reluctance to break herself into pieces again but there's a grim determination that accompanies that doubt. And then there's a mountain and Big B is staring down at her and there's a choice. 

He holds out an offer, of allies, of friendship.

The minutes are ticking down and in the cacophony of tick tock, an agreement is struck.

So it's until the end now. Whatever that may be. 

Sunday scribbles

"Hear them softly sigh The sounds of yesterday Let them heal our wounds

If I close my eyes, I can see you Oh, I can see you close enough to touch I hardly dare to dream you, oh, lest it be too much What's the moral of the story When I only see us fighting, elegy to, to the starry-eyed, ooh

Silent now the sounds of yesterday I'm treading on sacred ground again Like a single errant ray Showing us the wounds we both sustained And our sacred pain 'Til silent fall the sounds of yesterday"

"Sounds of Yesterday" by Poets of The Fall

--Nemo

My contribution to MerMay this year