#i accept requests

[honeysuns2]

heh.. would you be able to draw stendyle pretty please…

Hi, here it is! Sorry if you were waiting for too long

I don't really ship them(cant imagine kyle liking wendy for some reason) but i had fun making this

The background is pretty lazy though

[blindbunnii]

[daydreamingofspace]

A Lokius one shot

Letting time pass.

Because that was what he has been doing the whole time, since he first met Loki. His Loki.

Because now he isn't afraid to admit that, even though he had been working on Loki's variants all his life, this one was different since the beginning. He couldn't be afraid of calling him "his Loki" anymore, because after all they have gone through, their lives are intertwined: Loki was his the same way he was Loki's.

And, like a fool, he just ignored his feelings and thought of him as one more chore to be done for the TVA. Only after he discovered about He Who Remains; only after realising everything he knew was about to disapear; only then he understood that this was not just "another day at the TVA"

He thought that maybe it was worth it, to talk about his feelings for Loki, given that they will both die, or succeed and live forever, together.

Instead, he let the time pass and now here he is, letting it pass again, because that is the only way he thinks he can feel Loki at his side again. Now that he is the Time, the only way of being with his best friend, the person he fell in love with, is watching all the timelines he saved, all the variants of himself, Mobius M. Mobius, he saved.

Letting time pass, he said.

I still love you, he thought

And Loki, in his throne, at the end of time, could hear both his words and his thoughts.

[torracalone]

HEY!

so, I don't know how fanfictions reader and fictional character works, but I wrote mine this way!

I already apologize for any typo, english is not my first language, and I also hope that whoever reads it, enjoys it!!

That said, fanfiction of James Carstairs and you, who is reading. The fanfic might be alike TID at first sight, but it will change in the future.

You are going to London in the next few days, to spend some time there.

The year is 1878, and the weather in your country is quite warm.

London is cold and rainy, so you have already packed some of your most warm dresses, and a few coats and gloves.

You go to sleep happy tonight, each day your travel is closer.

It's the day of your trip, so, four days has passed.

By the morning, you make toast and tea, trying to get used to your new way of eating breakfast: the London way.

You are already inside the ship, and since you are tedious because there's only water and water to look at, you prefer to take a nap. You'll have days until the arrival.

Suddenly, everything is smooth. You don't know what you're sensing, what you're seeing, who you're seeing, but there's a shadow. It's slim, tall. You can't tell if it's a woman or a man by its features through the shadow, but you can tell it's a person.

There is silence, so it seems nothing but you are there. This person probably is not very talkative then.

While you ask yourself if it's someone you already know, a cool hand touches your cheek. A soft, shy touch. You don't recognize it, but feel comfortable by such action. Yet, you can't tell if it's a man or a woman.

James…Jem… you hear these fading words, but you cannot recognize them, cannot know their meaning. They are spoken cheerfully, by an unknown male voice. They sound like a name, the name of a person very beloved by the speaker.

Both the image of the shadow and the cheerful voice had disappeared.

You wake up, bewildered and strangely comforted.

"James" is a name, but whose name?

You certainly have known many James throughout your life. A random person who sells newspapers, someone of your father's acquaintance, some stranger passing by your street, some of the travelers inside the same ship as you, a neighbor…

continues....

[morsartis]

Marvus Xoloto x Reader

You first saw him again on TV of all things. Some nameless talk show that played so late at night it could almost be considered early morning. You wouldn’t have paid it any mind- just simple white noise as you tried to convince your body to just sleep. Of course, sleep was made impossible when you registered exactly who was on your shitty little TV. Wide awake and in disbelief you watched Marvus go through those familiar routines you’d come to expect from him a life time ago. He was selling his act so well you knew that the reviews would be a never ending loop of praise. It wasn’t at all surprising of him and you found yourself smiling as fragments of old memories floated to the surface. Knowing him he’d collapse on the first vaguely soft surface he found and sleep well into the afternoon before his PR team blew up his phone. The thought finally drew you into action. Pulling out your phone you opened up Chittr for the first time in a long time and set about finding Marvus. It wasn’t hard. Finding a celebrity was always the easy part. Shooting off a friend request you hoped he’d see it. With luck he might realize it was you and accept. You didn’t bother with anything else as you turned off the TV. It wasn’t helping you sleep and Marvus wouldn’t see your request until the weekend if at all. Trudging from the couch to your bed you contemplated texting Polypa. She was always ready to talk with you when you couldn’t sleep. It was tempting- especially if she felt like sneaking into your house to spend time with you. She never asked for an invite, always just showing up on your couch or already in your bed. A long time ago you might have been put out by that. But it was a long time ago for a reason. Now you were used to the casual breaking and entering she did. You’d offered to let her live with you but she’d told you that she hadn’t wanted anything in her job leading back to you. It didn’t surprise you that she was still an assassin even on Earth. She was good at what she did. 

Flopping down onto your bed you let your phone drop onto the mattress with you. Sleep was slow coming but it was coming. Finally. Eyes closing you could feel your body start to sink further into sleep like a rock in water. Which was, of course, the moment your phone buzzed with a notification. Snatching it up off the bed you glared blurry eyed down at it until your sight finally focused. 

Marvus accepted your friend request!

Oh, well then. It looked as if things were looking up. With a smile you set your phone back down and closed your eyes. Your phone buzzed again and figuring it might be Marvus you picked it back up. 

Zebruh sent you a friend request!

Oh hell no. 

[bemyikigaiforever]

Hufflepuff vibes wallpapers.

If you take one, just leave a like or, better, a reblog. Nothing else. You’re welcome honey.

[petitachi]

ok, I’ll try writing some naruto hc

I need ideas :(