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[dearosamu]

some proof of life zzz does anyone even still read bsd ficlettes and stuff 🥸 planning to get back into writing kinda

[imunities]

the bristles of the paintbrush dance across the canvas, creating vibrant arcs of color that intersect and join together. ellie tilts her head, leaning back to examine the painted landscape of downtown boston before her, tracing the skyline with her eyes and seeking spots inconsistent with her memory. she sighs heavily in frustration, the fifth time in two minutes. there's not much from the city she'd like to remember, but she's never forgotten how the dawn looked her first time outside a zone.

❝ fuck. ❞ she huffs, tilts her head the other way and groans loudly, ❝ this is all fucking wrong. i should just start over. the lines are all wonky, the colors aren't right, i don't know why i even — ❞

@roseguided : dina gives her a little kiss

arms wrap around her from behind and she sets down the paintbrush, dropping it in her water cup as dina kisses her softly on the cheek. she hums happily and turns to look at her, light scattering in her eyes, ❝ mmm are you trying to distract me so i shut up ? ❞ the corners of her lips turn upwards, ❝ cause i sorta think it's working... ❞

[roguekinds-archive]

@cryptiique​ said:   [ TUG ]:  the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.  (  keyleth & percy  )

it’s sorta funny to think about it now.  how they managed to get here. they had been such great friends for so many years, fighting dragons and saving tal’dorei from the most fateful of creatures and monsters. keyleth finished her aramenté after a years long journey outside of the only place she had ever truly known. she’d proven herself a worthy leader of her people and grown in all of the ways she never imagined she could have. without vox machina to stand beside her, she’s not sure she would have been able to do it on her own. maybe it had been a little rocky at the start;  the distrust the twins had for her, percy’s inner struggle with orthax that had left him jagged and broken in so many ways he was never able to heal from;  but she wouldn’t be here without them.

it seemed such a natural transition from friendship to something a bit more when it came to percy. the trust she already had in him, the years of jokes and leaning on each other in a mutual comfort, had culminated into something neither of them had expected, but welcomed it all the same. so much so, that when she feels a hand rest against the small of her back, here in the confines of his workshop, it only brings a smile to keyleth’s face. gone is the blushing, stumbling girl that she used to be. before the human now stands the voice of the tempest, weathered and worn, ready for what the world has to throw at her. even if it is just her human boyfriend gazing down at her, a faint smell of gunpowder on his coat.  

❝  hi, percy.  ❞  the druid giggles softly, reaching up to adjust his glasses that had been tilted a bit from his work. her lithe frame fits so well into his, relaxing into his touch as a hand comes to rest gently against the back of his neck.  ❝  you’ve finished early.  ❞

[ritualmichael]

Okay but imagine dad!Michael chasing his 2 year old child around the house while giggling. You sitting on the couch pregnant with your second child trying to read and you just can't so you decide to just put the book down and watch that cute little moment. Then they both tire themselves out and Michael falls onto the couch, head by your stomach and your 2 year old crawls up to cuddle Michael. Then you decide it's time for dinner oejxuenxiwnxi one sec I'm gonna go cradle my dog

ohmygod ouch my heart. michael just laying his head on your lap, breathless from laughing and nudging his nose against your tum, letting out a groan when your son jumps onto him.

“hey, what did i say about being rough around mommy?” he would gently scold the boy and he would quickly, but carefully, climb over michael and give you a sweet kiss on the cheek, apologizing.

[whitleyblue]

   ❛  alright –– i’ve been really lenient since wednesday, but now i’m serious. you gotta get up.  ❜    his voice rung through the house at this point. over the past five days, blue had spent way more inside this house than out of it. hell, he’s spent more time in shea’s room than out of it. to say the past five days were exhausting was an understatement. shea getting somewhat outted had turned him into a hermit. for blue, that meant doing anything and everything he could to at least make shea smile. he couldn’t take back what happened. he couldn’t take away his pain. all he could do was attempt to make shea happy again and he’d do it again in a heartbeat. as he walked through the room, he was surprised to find the boy up at his desk with his guitar in his hand rather than tucked under his covers. that was a start.      ❛  how would i look with a nose piercing? ❜    // @shabernathy