Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir my beloved

I'm going to force you to solve a problem where the math isn't mathing

HAPPY HOUSTON NIGHT 2! y’all know the drill by now but drop your surprise song guesses in the tags or replies 🫶

tonight i’m going with question…? and gold rush

they are the exact same guy to me just different flavours

Y'know there is a really heartbreaking lack of Duncan/Paul/Feyd.

Like we have enough imagination to get Paul pregnant, do we not have enough imagination to put Paul between two hotties?

Ffs

Sending the night one bc gonna try to fall asleep early (will not succeed)

Two desserts! Just for you!

wouldn't the first, would the second. I don't think I'd enjoy salt and oil with fro-yo. as for the chocolate chip breakfast sandwich... look I don't have to explain myself to you. I'm a grown-ass man

So... Was anyone going to warn me that being into an unpopular ship is hard? I can find only 2 fan arts and 3 fanfics :(((

Athelstan, helping Ragnar's sons cram for an exam: Sigurd: Sweet Jesus, it's morning already! What are we going to do? Athelstan: Well, maybe we could start with calming down. Sigurd: Calm down? We're still on William The Conqueror, priest! We haven't so much looked at the famine! Athelstan: You've got the gist. They ran out of food. Ivar: Well, I can't tell my rebellions from my risings. Athelstan, getting stressed: And whose fault's that? If you lot had stopped invading us for five fucking minutes there'd be a lot less to wade through, you Viking prick!

Can’t wait for the overture of sexual perversity tomorrow <3

day 6 bouquet

Love when my internet craps out so I can't even play my block game.

My brain is making A Practical Guide to Evil/The Locked Tomb crossovers.

For Vague Angst Dialogue:

11 "They shouldn't treat you like that." with Fearne, if you please?

Prompt Ok, so, confession time... I may have been a little dumb and reblogged some prompts because I liked them, and forgot that they're for ask games. However, I cannot stop thinking about this prompt and I've been looking for a reason to get back into writing. So, thank you so much for the ask, and I hope I can do it some kind of justice! (However it may be awful kdlakjhdlajsh) This ficlet is set in the hotel room in Yios. Also, hope it's ok that I don't write the exact line into this. <3

"Can any of y'all smell burnin'?"

Fearne could, in fact, smell burning. Fearne could also feel burning. But just as she was about to leap out of bed, there was a hoarse scream, and a splash, and then in place of the fiery heat licking up her left side there was the icy shock of a cold glass of water.

"Take that, you little bastard hellspawn!" cried the tremulous voice of one Mr. Chetney Pock O'Pea.

"Chet!" squealed Fearne, shooting bolt upright and clutching a screeching, soggy and very displeased Little Mister to her chest "Why would you do that? He was just trying to make himself all nice and cozy!"

"Cozy? That creature attempts arson on a daily basis, Fearne! How long d'you think it's gonna be 'til he actually kills one of us?" Chetney questioned, his normally adoring gaze replaced with one of a very pissed-off and sleep-deprived old man.

"Rheaaahk!" retorted Mister.

"Awwww, my poor baby boy!" cooed Fearne, her attention immediately diverted "It's okay bubba, Mommy's got you, she's not gonna let the nasty little man hurt you anymore. He doesn't get to yell at you like that.". Mister draped himself over her shoulder with a foul glance at his attacker, and a few more disgruntled chatters. "There we go. All safe and snuggly". Fearne looked up from her position on the bed to see the rest of the Hells watching her, unimpressed but not sure how far to take the matter. A flash of worry crossed her mind. What if they tried to make her sleep separately from Mister? What if they tried to make her get rid of him? He was her only little piece of home, her constant throughout all of her travels and uncertainty. Without him, she would feel so vulnerable, so out of place, so-

Orym's tiny hand brushed her shoulder. "It's okay, Fearnie. I think he's learned his lesson for tonight. How about we find him some sort of heatproof blanket tomorrow? That's the joy of being in a city. They've got a fix for every problem, you know.". Fearne's jaw unclenched at her best friend's steady voice, and she was once again reminded of how grateful she was for the ever-calm and rational presence of Orym.

"Okay." she whispered, and stroked the soft (but slightly damp) fur of her beloved fire monkey.

The rest of the group made noises of agreement, and started getting comfortable again in their respective cuddle piles. Laudna wistfully stroked Pâté, before nodding at Fearne, and Imogen put a hand on Laudna's shoulder in understanding. Ashton grunted in acknowledgement before turning their back to everyone, and Letters gave a last nervous glance around the room before powering off once more. Relief and gratitude flooded into her bones at the immediate acceptance from her team.

"Sorry for throwing water at you, Fearne." said Chetney, a shadow of guilt on his wizened face.

"No, that's okay, Chet. Thanks for not letting me burn to death." replied Fearne. She laid down and offered him her arms, and drifted back to sleep with Chetney as a little spoon, Orym in the bend of her knee, Little Mister in the crook of her neck, and the knowledge that no matter the problem, her little family would always help her find a solution. Even if there was some impromptu baths, arguments and chaos along the way.

what if we asked our friends to take polaroids of our kisses on cheeks so i can have it in my wallet at all times

I never really talk about Aster’s siblings, so. Here’s some stuff with Freesia!

WIP art! They spent most of their time together, with Aster being the reckless one. He climbed trees and even started fights with other kids. Freesia’s more withdrawn, but she never hated what he did and she was always there to either call for their mom or help him herself.

They both used to enjoy looking exactly the same until Aster came out as a boy, after which he’d usually get angry since people always thought his stoic sister is the twin brother,,, (also, a lot of people assumed Aster simply dressed up/wanted to dress up as a girl when he was younger, which was certainly way more convenient for a trans boy, haha.) They both also spent almost all of their time with their mom instead of their dad. After a certain incident with Aster, they were forced to live with him and their mom could only visit (or they could visit her) and so, Aster ended up staying more with their mother while Freesia began spending much more time with their father. He cut his hair as another act of rebellion and because he clearly wouldn’t listen to his father or grandmother, the latter disowned him. His father, for his own sake, asked their mom to live with them together again. Aster felt a bit betrayed that Freesia got along with their dad so well, which resulted in them being on worse terms. However, Gladio and their mom kept them together and they never resented each other.

For a long while after the incident, Aster couldn’t go to school and always cut his hair short. Eventually, as a way to get closer to him again, she cut her hair as well.

They went around pranking people together when Aster was feeling well and grew closer again. But this time, it was Aster choosing their style and of course it was way more boyish. This continued until they were 16, after which they agreed to maybe do this again once in a while, but for now they’re going to focus on school, have their own styles and make new friends on their own.

M,, maybe I’ll talk about Gladio soon too, he deserves spotlight as well gjdfh.

been slowly but surely adding to the word count on cwba chapter 2 and ngl, i doubt any of the jacemond girlies (gnc) are cegan girlies (also gnc) but cegan shall have their brief cameo for anyone who cares🫡