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“Hmph.”
The sound comes from his lap, disgruntled and petulant. Lance holds back a smile, continuing to pet his boyfriend’s hair with one hand, the other one putting some finishing touches on his report for Shiro. (Does Shiro need the report to be quite so detailed? Probably not. But everyone else gives the driest, most bare-boned reports ever to be written, and it Stresses Lance Out. How are they going to improve if they don’t record the details? It’s simple!)
“You’re not giving me enough attention,” Keith whines, apparently done with just huffing and sighing about it.
This time, Lance lets the corners of his mouth quirk up. No one else gets to see Keith like this — needy, clingy, a cuddle fiend. Just Lance. Just Lance gets to have Keith at his most vulnerable.
(Cat-like, although mentioning it gets Lance bitten. Or laid absolutely flat on his ass during training, depending on how grouchy Keith is and how much Lance laughed as he said it.)
“Your head is in my lap and I am petting your hair, cielo. What more do you want?”
Keith huffs again. He lifts his head — glaring at Lance when he stops running his fingers through his hair, because he is spoiled, apparently — and glowers at Lance’s laptop.
“Don’t you dare,” Lance warns, mostly kidding. “I have to finish this report.”
“Or we could make out,” Keith says, looking at him hopefully. He makes his eyes big and round, basically one step away from fluttering his eyelashes. He’s pouting, because he knows exactly what Lance’s weaknesses are and has no qualms against using them for his own personal gain.
Lance, because he is a simp, leans down and presses a soft kiss to those pouted lips. He hums, moving his free hand from Keith’s hair to cup his cheek.
“I’m almost done,” he murmurs.
“Shiro can fucking wait,” Keith whispers back. “I want to cuddle. I want your attention.”
“You have it. You always have it. You never leave my mind.”
Keith laughs quietly. “You’re so full of shit. What romcom did you steal that line from, Romeo?”
Chuckling, Lance pulls away and hooks his chin over Keith’s shoulder, squeezing his arms around his waist. “I didn’t! That’s my own sentiment. You have my attention, my love.”
“I have some of your attention. I want all of it.”
Lance hums. He looks at his report. He’s probably got another five pages, maybe another half hour of writing. He’s fast. If he keeps working through he can finish, and then he’s done for the next couple days.
But… Keith is so warm.
And Lance’s fingers are cold.
And he really doesn’t want to finish his stupid reports.
“You are a menace,” Lance says, slumping forward into Keith’s chest. He can’t see his face, but he can feel Keith’s smugness.
“You’re just easy to manipulate.”
“Meanie.”
“Mhm.” Keith leans back on their pillows, so Lance is laying on top of him with his head on his chest. Lance shifts, wiggling around so his legs are in between Keith’s and his chin rests on Keith’s pecs, so he can look at said menace of a boyfriend.
“Is this enough attention?”
Keith grins. “Almost.”
“What else do I need to do?”
“Tell me you love me,” Keith says, brushing his thumbs across Lance’s cheekbones. Lance leans into the touch.
“Endlessly,” he breathes out, without a second of hesitation. “More than the sun and the stars. I love you more than I love to laugh and sing and breathe. You are the life in my heart, cariño. You’re everything to me.”
“That’s a lot. You sure you love me that much?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything in my life,” Lance says, and he means it.
Keith smiles so wide his eyes crinkle. It’s Lance’s favourite expression of his.
“I love you too. That much. You make me happy, Lance. I didn’t know I could be this happy.”
Lance moved his hands to plant on Keith’s chest, heaving himself up, millimetres away from Keith’s face.
“Show me?”
“Gladly.”
#short and stupid and saccharine#but i love it 😈#lance#lance mcclain#keith#keith kogane#klance#established klance#cuddling#kissing#needy keith#soft lance#soft keith#autistic lance#autistic lance mcclain#dorks in love#vld#voltron#my writing#fic fragment
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Dropkicks this thing out of my Procreate gallery before I ruin it with more filters.
#grey art#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#alastor#human alastor#oh boy they don’t look very much alike tough 😂#I love angsty symbolism#look at him holding his own corpse !#I’ll take it from here old sport! 😈#cw blood#blood
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Family Photo 💕✌️💥
Based on this pic which I'm obsessed with
#dreamworks trolls#Trolls band together#Bruce trolls#John Dory trolls#Branch trolls#Poppy trolls#Clay trolls#Floyd trolls#I love this stupid picture so much#Obsessed.#My art#✌️#😈
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“I dunno Casey — he’s been like this since he came back. He says it keeps him from time slipping.”
my h/c is that Loki is so terrified of losing Mobius permanently that he refuses to leave Mobi’s side — even just for a can of Josta
#I love torturing my baby girl 😈#Loki#Loki s2#Loki fanart#Loki series#Lokius#Lokius fanart#Mobius#TVA
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Monster Clover, like this is so awesomecool.
They're such a little beast and it is amazing and please i need more, like written text even i just need the juicy lore and emotional moments that are circling in ur brain.
HAT: RETRIEVED!!
#undertale yellow#uty clover#flowey the flower#chara dreemurr#frisk undertale#monster clover au#my art#as for emotional moments. hang in there for another day or 2. got a big batch of comics coming 😈#if i ever made a fic for this au i would not advertise it. i got irls following me#they can look at all my cringe ass art but if they read a WORD of fic i wrote i would have to end it all. hope this helps#anyways. frisk appears!! i wont be doing too many canon ut characters in this little au but i like frisk :)#theyre also important for the next part#narrator chara makes an appearance too bc i love them#cowboy (gender neutral)#SORRY I LOVE RAMBLING IN TAGS </3 i love Talking#BUT THANK YOUU i also love my little skrungly im so glad other people like them so much too#mcau comic#mcau art
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aziraphale, the one who gave the first human exiles his flaming sword as both a source of protection and warmth, who did not look on them as sinners deserving of destruction but people entitled to the best chances possible, has never once looked at crowley, a heavenly exile, with anything other than compassion and a desire to protect. from their first meeting, he never wanted anything bad to happen to him. when crowley slithers up to him in eden, he treats him like an equal rather than an adversary. when crowley appears, his eyes fill with love and excitement, his gaze turns soft and hesitant, his whole body seizes with joy of seeing him. crowley might typically the one to seek him out, but aziraphale has always welcomed him home.
#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#good omens#I AM WRITING THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY FIC 😈#they make me so……#the ex christian in me turns to a rabid dog when i think abt them#they both love each other with that christian ideal agape love#the kind that would sacrifice itself for the other#to love is to will the good of the other and all that#i just love and adore them both ok u will never catch slander against EITHER of them from me#tags added later :#is now a bad time to mention i think go3 will be#aziraphale realizing that crowley is his home and he was crowley’s#like heaven is not going to be as he imagined it#and he’ll realize being head archangel can change nothing#and ooooh that homecoming.. for both of them….#well i expect to be in tears that’s all i’ll say#IT HAS TO END WELL THO or may actually unfortunately have to pass away on the spot
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Part 2 to this.
He had never been so caring for another, the guard noted. Lord Scaramouche was not the caring type, after all.
Despite that, the man had watched the lord express actual worry for you, the one huddled away in his tent as he barked orders at soldiers to find medicine, make warm soup, and heat up water. One of them had had his fingers broken for making the food too cold for the harbingers liking.
On the very few occasions the guard was permitted inside the tent, he had caught glimpses of the lord knelt beside your feverish figure in bed, the back of his hand softly resting on your forehead. If they had been any longer in finding you…
The few medics in camp were situated nearby, with any and all injuries not held by you being mostly ignored for the time being. You had barely been conscious for the past few days, slipping in and out, with some mumbled and confusing phrases leaving chapped lips.
The guard is brought out of his memories when Lord Scaramouche passes him, dramatically parting the tent covering and entering with a few quick strides. He immediately makes a beeline for your cold, limp body tucked away in bed.
Scaramouche places a hand to your cheek. His frown deepens, and you groan, glazed over eyes opening only a fraction.
“M…Mother?”
A sigh escapes him. His soulmate really is pitiful… and weak.
“… You’re safe now,” he mutters, surprised for a moment at the tinge of emotion in his own voice.
“Do… I have to help c…cook dinner?”
“No. You’ll never be doing that again.”
“Oh… okay…” A yawn leaves your throat.
“Go to sleep.”
“Can we have… chocolate later? I bought some… to share,” you murmur, trailing off until your breathing becomes light, and your eyes fully close.
The lord sighs. A shiver wracks through your body, despite the multiple animal hides you have on. He’s certain that his men have destroyed the surrounding ecosystem just to keep you warm, but, oh well.
He stands, hesitantly turning away from you. You need more blankets, maybe some more soup, anything to keep the fever from taking you away from-
Oh. His eyes widen, and he glances back to you, and then at the shaking hand pulling on his fingers.
“Don’t… leave me…”
You’re still asleep. It’s not as though you’re conscious and would know if he left, is it? It’s not as though your plea is anything more than some deluded fairytale in your mind, is it?
“I won’t.”
Curses.
Curse him, and curse you for awakening something he didn’t think he had, something in his chest that for centuries he was sure was simply an empty void of nothing.
He wants to scoff and leave you here, to tell you that he has no need for someone as weak as you in his life. He wishes he had left you tied to that tree and just kept moving, that he had never felt the touch of your skin against his own. That he had felt absolutely nothing, that he hadn’t felt a stab of fear for the first time in a long time when carrying your freezing cold body back to camp. It would’ve saved him a lot of trouble.
He doesn’t let go of your hand for a long, long while.
The next morning he leaves you alone for a short time, an hour at most. He regrets it when he comes back to you standing on two wobbly knees, the parts that make him up jolting at the sight.
“What are you doing?!”
You flinch, yelping when you abruptly turn to him and lose your balance. Hands, ones that send a feeling of static and electricity straight to your very core, are soon grasping onto you, holding you up before you can hit the ground.
“Are you daft?” The man spits out, visibly aggravated.
“Wh-What? What?”
“Get back in bed. I won’t ask you again.”
You don’t move, the sensation that comes with his touch only growing the longer the two of you stand.
“You’re… you’re…?” You whisper, eyes widening.
He pauses, the irritation in his expression dropping a little. After a beat, his lips part.
“… Yes.”
“We were in the woods, right? My village, they…”
Any softness on his face is wiped away the moment you mention your old home, and the people that resided in it. No longer waiting, he lightly pushes you back, leading you into the makeshift bed below. A blanket is soon wrapped around your quivering shoulders.
“Eat this,” he orders, pulling something out of his pocket and holding it close to your lips.
Chocolate.
“I’m not-“
“Eat.”
You tentatively take it from him, and the atmosphere grows awkward, at least for you, while he watches you chew on the rest of it.
“Thank you, it was delicious,” you tell him, truthfully. You haven’t had chocolate in a long time, as it was simply too expensive for your family to afford. Your mouth curves downwards into a frown.
“Rest.”
You don’t. You’re not sure if you can.
“My family, they let them take me. They didn’t… they didn’t stop them. They must…” A gasp is torn from you, and you meet his eyes once more. “How long has it been?”
“… Three days.”
You begin rise to your shaky feet, “I-I must go back, they’ll think that I’m-!”
He pushes you back down effortlessly.
“Are you a fucking fool?”
You can’t help but flinch at the absolute venom in his tone, but he isn’t done yet, towering over you.
“What do you think will happen if you go back, hm? That they’ll accept you with open arms, or they’ll send you right back to where I found you? Or, better yet, maybe they’ll set you alight there and then, rather than troubling themselves in having you freeze to death, they’ll instead watch you burn. Would you like to test if your family would spare you from that? Hm?”
You have never felt this small in your entire life.
“I-“
“Enough.” It appears the question was rhetorical, and your mouth closes, quickly feeling very dry.
His chest shudders with each deep breath he draws in, and he closes his eyes shut for a moment, seemingly trying to calm himself.
“Sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us. Don’t ask me anymore stupid questions,” he turns on his heel, most likely deciding that he has something better to do. However, before he fully departs, he pauses at the entrance to the tent, still not looking back at you.
“You deserve better than that village, than that family who threw you out as though you were nothing to them. Know that I do not plan on doing the same, and that you… aren’t nothing to me.”
The intimidation you feel from him dimishes when you catch sight of the pinkish tinge to the tips of his ears. He doesn’t wait for your response, swiftly departing. You miss the few words of parting he gives you, as you tuck yourself into bed.
“Besides, it’s not as though you have anything to go back to, anymore.”
#not sure how i feel about this one#kinda love it kinda am put off by my writing style at points#oh well#i have plans for a part 3 😈#give me time tho and don’t spam me for it#i had a fever recently and woke up and forgot like everything about myself for a solid 20 mins#so this is a little self-indulgent#tw yandere#tw.yandere#yandere#yanderecore#yandere scaramouche#yandere scaramouche x reader#yandere scara#scaramouche x reader#yandere genshin#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin x reader#yandere genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin imagines
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Big Name Feelings - 5/?
chapter 5: first hug, first kiss
None of Crowley's 4K lenses or selfie-cams in sunbeams did any justice to the depth of his amber irises, which positively shone in person, even in the diminishing light of their hotel overheads. The stark cool glow of the iPad screen glinted off the rivulets of brown, brightening and blending the lightest edges into a silky gold.
He spent hours every day pouring over palettes and hand mixing the perfect pigments, but that yellow was the most beautiful colour Aziraphale had ever seen in his life.
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#i swear to god it feels like 1 day has passed since i updated but ao3 is telling me it's nearly been a week SO#let's do this 😈#i fucking love this art you guys AAAAAAAA#good omens#good omens au#gomens#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowley#good omens fic rec#rat writes#good omens art#rat draws
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there are only two kinds of merlin fans:
#like#i want my babies to be happy 🥰#and#I SUFFERED SO MUST MY BITCHES 😈#i love both types#i AM both types#GOSH I REALLY WANT A NEW SEASON#merlin fandom being delulu#merlin#merlin bbc
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originshipping ... if you even care ..
#pokemon#steven stone#wallace pokemon#ruby and sapphire#originshipping#pokeart#art#pokespe#i love these idiots#a LOT. a lot#its a shame they aren't as popular anymore#unless..? 😈
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Incorrect Huskerdust quotes
Angel: Alright, bro. I’ll see you next week.
Husk: Sounds good, man.
(Kiss)
(PANIC)
Angel: I think we just accidentally kissed…
Husk: Quick! Do something manly!
Angel: (High-pitch moan)
Husk: (panic intensifying) What the fuck was that?!
Angel: (crying) I don’t know, man. I’m so sorry!
#𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗! 😈#|| crack •#this was funnier in my head#I love it when pining characters friend zone each other#hazbin hotel#huskerdust incorrect quotes#incorrect huskerdust quotes#hazbin hotel incorrect quotes#incorrect hazbin hotel quotes#huskerdust#angelhusk#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin husk#viziepop#@iwozlegit
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If I could hold you for a minute,
Darling, I’d go through it again
For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕
Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2
Music: Francesca by Hozier
YouTube
#ofmd#our flag means death#gentlebeard#stede bonnet#edward teach#ofmdedit#ofmdaily#ofmd source#ofmd fanvid#ofmd s2#ofmd edit#blackbonnet#ella’s edit#HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMS ❤️#AND A BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAITLIN ❤️#i'm killing two (impossible) birds with one stone by dedictating this video to both of you absolute angels!!#jams i love you so much. you're so incredibly talented and hilarious and kind and amazing. i'm so grateful for you.#if you didn't live halfway around the world i would come over and give you the biggest and warmest hug#thank you for letting me scream in your dms all the time. whether it's about our pirate boys or your writing or cancellation hell™️#and just THANK YOU for being such a wonderful presence in my life#oh and kaitlin. lovely sweet kind kaitlin. the one we all love to call a human ray of sunshine because you're just THAT lovely#your little yellow hearts in the tags brighten my day every time i see them. whenever i talk to you you're just so sweet#thanks for every single lovely word. for every music rec. for every sweet message or ask. what a gift you are. ily!!!#speaking of gifts: i couldn't think of a more perfect song for the two of you than francesca#so i hope you like my little creation that i've put together. once again shoutout to#evil gang 😈
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You are so productive and living your best life I admire it so much! I don't understand how you do it... do you have any advice for forcing yourself to do the things you know are good for you even when you are feeling sad and not up to it? Have a lovely day ❣️❣️❣️
Plan your day hour by hour. This actually revolutionized my life. Plan when you’ll wake up, plan what you’ll do every hour of the day, and make it as realistic as possible to stick to your goals. Start with simple things and gradually ramp it up. Don’t overwhelm your day with 60 different goals. I’d pair one passive goal (be on your phone less, for example) with one active goal (study more, take more walks, read more) and go from there. It’s better to start small and be consistent than to start big and quit one day in.
Lower the resistance necessary to accomplish tasks. If you have somewhere to be early tomorrow, plan your outfit the night before. If you have studying to do, have your textbooks/notebooks/notes on your desk by the time you wake up. If you have an overwhelming task, break it into smaller subtasks and focus on them one at a time. If you don’t want to be on your phone in the morning, charge it somewhere you won’t be able to see the moment you open your eyes. I’m trying to overcome the phone issue right now, so instead of setting an alarm on my phone I just bought a digital alarm clock bc I know I’m way less likely to get on my phone that way. I’m lowering the effort needed to actually get started on a task.
Have motivational things handy for when you’re down!! I’m a highly visual person, so it actually really helps me to make moodboards. I have moodboards for things I wanna accomplish, moodboards for things I’ve already accomplished, a Pinterest board for affirmations etc etc. I have a list on my notes app for all the reasons why it’s important to me to accomplish my goals. I have another notes app page dedicated to pasting all the motivational quotes that help me whenever I’m in a funk. You could even print them and hang them up on your wall if you want. In times where instant gratification overshadows getting things done, make it very accessible to remember why they’re important to you to begin with.
Romanticize your tasks. I make silly to-do lists, I make sure I’m always in cute outfits when I’m running errands, I put on perfume and mascara and lip gloss even if I’m literally all on my own in my bedroom about to do a 3 hour study session. I love getting manicures bc there’s nothing more satisfying than studying with pretty dark red fall nails. This may sound extra but I go through my notes pretending I’m Elle Woods or something bc it makes it so much fun. A huge part of why I’m consistent with going to the gym is bc I buy pretty workout fits that just make me feel good. I wear lingerie under my clothes wherever I am bc it makes me feel like a bad bitch even if no one sees it. I don’t start a task with the thought in mind that I want to get it done already—I try to make the act of doing it in and of itself as engaging as possible.
To piggyback off that point, switch your environment if your current one isn’t serving you. Don’t just default to quitting if one approach isn’t working. If studying in your bedroom isn’t doing it, go to the nearest coffee shop. If the coffee shop isn’t working, do the library. Study indoors. Study outdoors. Study in nature. Hell study at a beach if you want to. It doesn’t matter where you are if you’re getting things done. Exhaust all your alternatives before calling it quits.
Set firm boundaries with yourself. This is so big. Self-care is absolutely treating yourself, but it’s also being your own parent and disciplining yourself if you feel like you’re not putting your all into something. In a world where it’s very easy to go “just a few more minutes on my phone” “I’ll do it tomorrow” “I can skip working out today” it’s really important to be able to parent yourself and exercise some tough love and do some things even if you don’t feel like you want to. I really struggle with this as a gen z girl bc this is THE era of instant gratification. But my goals are just more important to me than momentary comfort.
No zero days. Just bc you’re not being your 100% on one day doesn’t mean you should just lie down and do nothing. Being at 50% performance is better than being at 0%. I try to make sure I get some light tasks done on days where I don’t feel like going all in. It helps me not feel like I’ve just derailed my whole life, which consequently helps me move on from my ruts faster.
Look ahead. Can not emphasize this enough. Death motivates me like nothing else. You do not have an infinite time on this earth. You don’t want to be at the same place you’ve been at a year from now. Resist the “I’ll do it tomorrow” mentality as much as possible. Change happens in small increments & there’s no better time for it than the present. What may seem like little things you can skip out on now can quickly snowball into the very things that are preventing you from being where you want to be.
Acknowledge your limits. Someone with two full-time jobs and school should not be comparing themself to the progress of someone with one part-time job and like nothing else. I’m currently studying full-time and also trying to maintain a consistent workout routine, so I don’t expect myself to recreationally read more than 30 minutes a day, even if ideally I’d like that time to be way higher. I know it’s pointless to compare myself to someone who reads 70 books a month but has much less workload than I do. Comparison is inherently flawed bc no one else has been the dealt the cards you’ve been dealt. Tailor your schedule to your own unique situation. Make a list of your priorities and assign them to your hours accordingly.
Listen to your needs!! Mental health is the most important thing. You need to be in tune with yourself to know when you could be pushing yourself a little harder, and when it’s necessary to give yourself time off. If I’m in an actual burnout, I go out with friends. I go see a movie. I give myself the grace of being human and step back for a little bit. It’s completely okay to have those days, and acknowledging them helps you recover quicker. Take care of yourself <3
#i hope this helps <33 a girl rly loves her bullet point lists#also thank u for this ask bc now I get to look back at these whenever I’m in a funk 😈#ask#study tips
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If you couldn't tell, my package finally arrived
#SKSHDKDGSJHDKDHDKSBDK#IM SO EXCITED#EEEEEEEEEEE#And death island is already preordered so#😈😈😈#am i insane?#maybe#i don't care#i love physical copies of movies#and books#and games#resident evil#resident evil vendetta#resident evil damnation#resident evil degeneration#resident evil infinite darkness#re vendetta#re damnation#re degeneration#re infinite darkness#leon s kennedy#chris redfield#i finally have the chreon bible#chreon
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a collection of friends 🍃
#i can’t decide if i love it or don’t but i’m calling it finished#turning this into a print and sticker for summer conventions 😈#got a rauru sticker in the works too but i’ll post later#fanart#legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#breath of the wild#loz#totk#botw#korok
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