#(eyyyy!)

[ave-aria]

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[sinnerxroulette]

@pinkpizzapastaspiderprincess22 asked for a blitzo starter!

“Uh.....repeat that....?”

[demonoid-homunculus]

@aoibejitto

“Uh...WHY are you looking at me like that? I’ve been good. I promise.”

[hawker-hurricane00]

Here my first fan art drawing drunk chara,hope you like it hawker-senpai :‘3 Btw I’m drawing this on phone with Medibang,it takes 10 mins or less idk Happy early Christmas!

[popfizzles]

Love your art and the blog of course!

*does a little tapdance*

Thank you!! Means a lot, buddy!

[whimsicalbumblebee]

Metis in @hierophantenthusiast AU! 

[bluesyturtle]

Last lines

@jaketheodoresmith tagged me to do this nifty thing!

Cite the final line of five of your fics–your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.

Headin’ for Greener Pastures: This time Marcus does tell him that his coat smells of honey, and the pleased look Holmes gets on his face is entirely worth it. [I know some people prefer the wall-to-wall Bellock smut to this Valentine’s Day sweetness, but it’s one of my personal favorites.]

Pale Flowers and Mongolian Arrows: The time passes them this way—or they pass the time. [Idk sometimes I like to pretend I’m deep and then you guys believe me.]

Fool in the Rain: He supposes he could have chosen worse. [My nod to the original Browntier tragedy porn fic I wrote where Randall does in fact choose worse and everything goes to shit.]

Firing on All Cylinders: A whole mess of love bundled in Castiel’s chest, wound up in his longing like fiery, ichorous grace twisted about roiling, mysterious smoke. [I just think it’s pretty okay]

Careless Love: It is a perfect crystallization of a perfect morning in his life, a perfect passing experience with Hannibal Lecter. [A rose is a rose is a rose.]

Ima tag: @hereticality @brotherdom @suntosirius @drinkbloodlikewine and @beguilewritesstuff if you guys feel like it! And to anyone else who wants to, go ahead and give it a whirl, my beauties.

[redbritishsniper]

“I’ve never had a clear thought in my life.”

"I'm not surprised by that choice of answer." The front legs of her chair made a noise upon making contact with the floor, Natasha having leaning back and balancing on the back legs. She crossed her legs and rested her beer bottle on her knee.

"What goes up in that head of yours on a daily basis then?"