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nothing in the world belongs to me (but my love)
I hope to one day write a story as good as this motherfucker cause god-DAMN—
Crowned-Butterflies Crimson Rain
gave him my heart for safekeeping ♡ for @angelhobi
Umut bir yerlerde muhakkak bizi izliyor olmalı. zira bunca ölümün başka bir sebebi na'mümkün..
FUSHIGURO TOJI | JUJUTSU KAISEN S2 EPISODE 2
Oh please i cannot get over him at the amas 😫
angel on earth🪽
a lover's eye for each romanceable companion in bg3 ♡
Mateform Sooo, like i wrote under the last post, I‘ve been thinking about what kind of a dynamic Renarin and Rlain would have. Since there are comparatively few PoV‘s yet for them in the books so far, I ended up scripting out some scenes and just went with drawing this one. From a speculative point in the future of the story with their relationship being already pretty much established… Drawing relationships with partially ace components seems to be a theme for me this month for some reason, although I guess with this one the asexuality falls pretty much under the table, but then that is the point of mateform. Image description below:
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Ohne Dich | Rock In Vienna 2016
@icykali submitted: Wanted to submit a photo I took today that I’m really proud of, Black-and-yellow Nomad Bee on forget-me-not flowers! Found in the Hudson Valley, NY
You should be proud, it’s a beautiful photo! Good job :)
I don’t typically share my art here, but this was a practice portrait I drew of Astarion in September 2023. First one in 15-17 years! I should do another one of him soon because he has such wonderful features.
I only ever thought there were two kinds of loves
Midnight Ride
It’s a magic broomstick ride, babe. Spicy vers → AO3 (and tweeters, if you’re into that)
no better version I could pretend to be tonight
written for ‘charm’ wc: 548 | rated: m | cw: eddie munson's near-death experience and description of panic attack/nightmares @steddiemicrofic
Eddie wakes up screaming.
It’s how he experiences the crushing weight of living when he was so certain he would die beneath that fiery, starless sky. No one sees the hollowed out face of Death and comes back through the veil unscathed, but if the only sacrifice Eddie makes for his life is his right nipple, some flesh, and peaceful sleep, he figures it’s a bargain.
Every night for the last several months, a hole cracks open in his chest where his lungs once were that bottoms out and refuses to hold the oxygen he desperately tries to pull in to fill the void. His skin feels too tight, his throat hoarse, his palms sore from the clenching of his fingers into fists that swipe at nothing. The taste of blood and rust coats his mouth, a phantom sense that nothing but time dissolves.
Casual shrugs and black coffee disguise his discomfort when asked if he’s okay.
Never better. I’m alive, aren’t I? He jokes.
That should be enough of an answer for his new friends. And it is, mostly. They don’t believe him, but they leave well enough alone.
That is, everyone but Steve Harrington.
Steve’s proven himself to be an enigma, wispy in Eddie’s grasp. He can’t quite get a handle on him, but he’s been nothing but good to Eddie besides his relentless insistence that Eddie try sleeping at his house.
“Just give it a shot, Munson. I’m tellin’ you, I’ve got this sleep charm.”
“If you wanna get me in your bed that bad, you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”
“If that’s all I was doing, this would be a lot easier.”
The kicker is that he does. He trusts Steve, and maybe he just wants an excuse to pretend that Steve’s his to wake up to but the next time he wakes up screaming, he gathers his shit, scribbles a note for Wayne in the kitchen with shaking hands, and drives across town. He parks, walks up to the door with a pillow under one arm, and knocks loudly, unencumbered by the liminal space that is Loch Nora at two o’clock in the morning.
Steve opens the door before detaching the deadbolt, sleep rumpled and adorable– save for the nail bat just barely visible through the crack of the door. He’s shirtless in just a pair of pajama pants, blue and green stripes that hang a little loose from his hips.
“Eddie?” Steve mumbles, his voice croaky and low as he rubs at his right eye. “Fuck.” He closes the door just long enough to undo the deadbolt and holds his arm out, ushering Eddie into the quiet of the house.
“Here for your sleep charm, or whatever.” Eddie looks around the room, dimly lit by the motion sensor porch light through the window and doubts himself. “This is stupid as shit. I can just—”
Steve shakes his head and places a hand on Eddie’s lower back, gently guiding him upstairs to his bedroom. “Don’t even think about it. You’re here, and we’re gonna get you some sleep. C’mon.”
It won’t be the last time Eddie wakes to the tickle of Steve’s chest hair against his nose and the gentle press of lips to the top of his head.
there's a version of this that's 3k that lives in my google docs and maybe one day, that'll end up on my ao3