♦

JVL
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
hello vonnie

roma★

izzy's playlists!
cherry valley forever
sheepfilms
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

ellievsbear
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
KIROKAZE
AnasAbdin

blake kathryn
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
@bcrnfighter
♦
Indie selective & Mutuals only Peter Rumancek from Netflix’s Hemlock Grove.
TV Show, Season 1-2, headcanon, and au/canon divergent based.
Muse & Mun 18+/21+
Triggering & NSFW material present but tagged
Adored by Snow.
Promo graphic by the lovely bloodrebirth
hittcr:
@bcrnfighter
eliot’s been awake for hours, but the bed is warm and comfortable and he doesn’t feel like moving because he knows outside is chilly and that getting out of bed means having to do something other than keep his eyes closed and pretend to sleep. but the sun’s rising and eliot wants a coffee. his feet hit the cool floor as he peels the blankets back. bobo could do with having breakfast brought to him too. he deserves it. eliot moves to stand and– - immediately sits back down, a hand going to his knee, fingers pressing against the mangled skin there. sometimes he can almost forget the ache of his bones. almost. “oof.” maybe not. and now he was cold. he shouldn’t have tried to get up yet.
weight shifts, up and down, and it’s enough to stir him awake. that and the fact he’d always been something of a light sleeper. eliot grunts and he answers with a soft inaudible murmur, a monster of grasping hands pulling broad shoulders back into the swallowing embrace of his arms and blankets. face buried into the wild mess of eliot’s hair, there’s a soft huff of breath against his nape. “you sneaking ‘round old man?” canines graze the thrum of his lazy pulse and bobo smiles against his jaw, sitting up more to fully embrace eliot even if his mind hadn’t caught up fully through the haze of sleep. a yawn is stifled against his shoulder and bobo hums quietly, cheek pressed to the crook of his neck. “knee botherin’ you again darlin?”
send me a 🎃 for a surprise graphic, icon set or aesthetic ! include your choice of faceclaim or character if you’re a multi-muse.
—– hit the ♡ to let me know that you want words with Bobo here. if you don’t want me to go ahead & assume connections hit me up with a DM/ASK to sort out the details !! mutuals are always welcome to crash into me willy nilly without asking. I’m a lil slow but I’ll get to it.
Soft Intimacy Meme
Send one to…
😴 - Curl up next to my sleeping muse
🤐 - Come to my muse with a secret
🧥 - Wrap a coat around my muse
💉 - Help my muse take a shot
✂️ - Cut my muse’s hair
🎈 - Bring my muse something to cheer them up
🤗 - Sneak up behind my muse and hug them
🎸 - Teach my muse how to play the guitar
🍙 - Bring my muse something to eat
🥤 - Bring my muse a drink
🍻 - Bring my muse an alcoholic drink
🌺 - Put a flower in my muse’s hair
🛁 - Take a bath with my muse
🚿 - Take a shower with my muse
🎮 - Show my muse video game cheats
⚽️ - Teach my muse a sport
🌱 - Plant seedlings with my muse
🤛🏼 - Show my muse how to throw a proper punch
📕 - Read to my muse
🧢 - Put a hat on my muse
Me: *ships canon couples*
Me: *ships non canon couples*
Me: *ships random people with each other*
Me: *ships gay ships that will break my heart because they will never happen*
Me: *ships people from different fandoms together*
Me: *ships so many couples I can barely keep track of my OTP's*
Me: *ships so much my heart explodes*
Me: *ships*
Character RPG Stats
tagged by: @kingsmanmakings tagging: @hittcr @raudrakos @wolventm @wantediniceland & anyone that wants to do it!
for @kingsmanmakings !!
kingsmanmakings:
The second Bobo was down, there was a gunshot and the man behind him dropped with a wound through the skull. The threat made him sigh; it was always complicated when there was a third party on the field, especially when you did not expect them to be there. “I just saved your life, I think that’s good reason number one, but I’ve got a few more if you still need convincing. I’m Agent Galahad, it appears we’re after the same target. You want him dead, I want him dead. I don’t see any reason why we need to fight over it, I’d rather work together. You can call me your guardian angel. Wouldn’t you prefer to have the sniper on your side?”
Eggsy could see the entire room from his perch, including the woman Bobo arrived with. “Your partner’s alright, but she’s about to have some company. She’s behind the large crate to your right, you should get over there. I’ll buy you as much time as I can.” Two men came from around the corner, but the others ran for cover as Eggsy put them down one after the other in rapid succession.
Through his scope, he could get a good view of the faces, including the one that they were both searching for. “He’s with the group, right at the back. There’s about five of them guarding him, is that going to be a problem for you?”
“galahad like the knight huh?” bobo is quick to kneel down, checking the fresh body for weapons and ammo that he could use. it wasn’t often that their comms were hacked into and a knight with a sniper rifle offered to help. it sure as hell wasn’t in the handbook and neither was the way bobo was handling this mission. “it’d definitely make my life easier if i didn’t have to kill you too.”
checking the magazine, he’s reloading his pistol and straightening upright. a calming breath. count the number of threats, take aim, shoot. it was simple in his head but with an unfamiliar sniper in the mix he was reluctant to rush headlong into the fight. “copy,” he’s murmuring, shrugging out of his jacket and using it as a distraction for the coming fire.
olivia was capable of handling herself and seemed more annoyed and infuriated by the cover fire that came through the window. joining her, he’s motioning for the next crates closer to the back. “who is this kid that’s clogging our airwaves?” olivia hisses at him and he sighs, shaking his head. it’d be an argument for later.
“galahad, if you have a clean shot take it,” he’s murmuring low, watching olivia vanish into the shadows as she moved closer. the gun is forgone in favor of a knife as he leaps up, running over the crates and swinging himself up into the rafters. it’s enough to startle their target and have his men creeping closer, weapons drawn warily. there was a reason olivia and him worked so well, they knew each other and recognized without words when the signal to move was given.
she lunges from the side, slicing into a femoral artery and driving her blade into another man’s abdomen before using his body to shield herself from the next few shots. bobo drops down then, blade sinking into the shooter’s shoulder before it’s flung deftly to land between the last guard’s eyes.
“galahad, any time would be good!”
eliot's just gonna let his hand slide up his back and drop a kiss to his jaw before he wanders back into the kitchen. he just needed a little bit of him.
unprompted asks // always accepting.
it’s soothing in a way, being reminded so sweetly that eliot is thinking of him. after aubrey, after fiji, he’d be lying if he didn’t think that his self-esteem was somewhere buried six feet under in the texas dirt outside. but just like a fresh spring rain, eliot spencer comes in like a thunderstorm and reminds him so subtle that he hasn’t forgotten him.
enough to have bobo pausing, to have him following eliot into the kitchen and kissing him slow and sweet up against the pantry door. he can smell something spiced and warm cooking on the stove when he comes up for air, fingers carding gentle into eliot’s hair. he tastes paprika on his breath and wonders if tonight is gumbo or jambalaya. either way he knows it’ll be good once it’s finished cooking and one more kiss won’t hurt nothing.
so he leans in and cradles him close, kisses him a little hungrier, a little more intent on tasting him.
“needs more cajun, darlin’.”
comes out easy and unhurried, a soft kind of tease that he punctuates with kisses along his jaw, his cheeks, and light to his forehead. bobo offers an earnest kind of smile that has his mouth a lil crooked and his eyes crinkled up sweet.
guess he needed a little bit of eliot too.
Reblog this if your muse is protective of their loved ones.