#kagaymitaigay

[aka-noodleart]

Remember this thing I did but forgot to upload? 😅

Enjolras requested by @fixaidea

Cosette requested by anonymous

Herald/Mal Duncan requested by @pawdle-wawdle

Dick Grayson requested by @kagaymitaigay and anonymous (you didn’t specify which incarnation so I disco-wing)

Valjean requested by @decayingliberty

Kole requested by @pawdle-wawdle

[daywillcomeagain]

Can I please have some Russington fluff? I know this is a big ask because I've read your entire Ao3 and I don't think you're capable of fluff but may I have the closest approximation you find possible? :P

indeed! (i’m taking prompts, y’all, so now’s the time to hmu)

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“That was a stupid Oath,” Findecáno muttered, but his eyes were laughing as his arms reached out to embrace his cousin.

“You saw how my father spoke, today,” Maitimo said in response. “And you felt it, too, didn’t you? After Moriñgotho to the ends of Arda! Your father may have spoke against it, and your brother, but I saw your eyes. I know you, Findecáno. You were glowing.”

Findecáno sighed and leaned into the solidness of Maitimo’s body, looking up at him. “Perhaps,” he admitted. “It was--incredible to watch.”

“I’ve missed you,” said Maitimo.

“I missed you too,” Findecáno said, and then he tugged Maitimo’s hair down and the embrace became a kiss, hard and fierce and full of hope. His eyes shone silver when he broke away, full both of wet tears and a certain excited anticipation. “You--really believe in it? That we might defeat Moringotto, and bring him war, and win for ourselves the bliss and light undying?”

“Of course I do.” Maitimo pulled on Findecáno’s wrist, and suddenly they were inside a tent. “It’s been too long since I saw you. I’m sorry about the exile, really I am, but--”

“Shh,” Findecáno said. “Don’t waste words on it, not now that we are finally together. I love you. Nothing your father does is ever going to change that. I--brought you something.” He pulled from deep in his pocket a flower that seemed to blossom forth from the palm of his hand, radiant colors bright against a backdrop of brown; but as Maitimo looked closer, he saw that it was not a flower at all, but was made of a glass most delicate and lovely. “Keep it,”Findecáno said, voice earnest. “Keep it, and if fate tears us sunder again, you will have something to hold in the long nights. It is not much, but--”

He said no more, for Maitimo’s lips were already on his mouth; and they did not find a need to talk further until the night had passed.

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nbnightwing>>>kagaymitaigay

he’s gay, lads

i’m in special interest hell, lads

send help

[ineskew]

♫ eiffera!!!

Patrick Watson – “Love Songs for Robots”

Watch over, you watch and fall downYour nuts and bolts are all over the groundYou get up, get upYou get up, you get up

I will love youAnd I will love you

[judesstfrancis]

HAP BIRTH!!!!! Hope it’s a great one!!! 💙💙💙

THANK U it's going great so far!!