#technically also:

[leoandreeda]

I found this short comic I made long ago based on an old ask blog rp I had with my friend.

Warning: It's ZS and mpreg, kinda angsty and I don't dare to post it on X so here you have!

[offscot]

i have nothing left to lose.

[star-seeking-stray]

Can we talk about the fact that Vein is shown to be kinda clingy in the Behind The Scenes video?

He's always got an arm around Liu Xiao- or is close by him. Which is kinda funny because people assumed LIU XIAO is the one who'd do that, iirc.

But nope, Vein is the one who keeps being all over Liu Xiao. The most he does with Xia Fei is chase him around a little, and then IMMEDIATELY back to having an arm around Liu Xiao.

Your honor, they are fucking in love

Which does bring me back to this:

Nothing else matters, they just s t a r e at each other

On the other side, if this isn't Idiot Besties behavior idk what is:

Chasing friends/running away because you did something that gave the "Okay better run" instinct

&

Teaming up to mess with Liu Xiao

Wonder what Xia Fei's phone background is after this... surely not:

Right? ;)

[passingthegravesoftheunknown]

"The White Duke, founder of the Collegue of the Savvy and co-founder of the Golden Grin, portrayed giving one of his last performances - by Anonymous"

Here's my piece for the latest @artists-guild-of-exandria's Tourist's Guide to Tal'Dorei!👨‍🎤🎸✨

[brynnmclean]

suddenly realised I don't remember if I sent you a rose? 🌹🌹🌹

Hi friend! You did just before this, so I'll count this as four and see what paragraphs I can find worth sharing :)🌹

Senua moves her hand from where it rested over his heart up to his face, and then, softly, she traces over the tattoos above his eyebrow and under his eye. He shivers, but endures the look she gives him—he doesn’t know how to name it, but he aches at the sight. “I’ve been in here overlong,” he adds, not sure if he’s making any sense, but trying. Trying as much as he can to let her in. He does trust her. “And through all these days of my recovery, you’ve been out there keeping the ship steady in uncertain waters. To me, that doesn’t seem fair to you, not when you are one of the people I hurt terribly. I wanted to give you relief, not cut you out.” He thinks about telling her what he told Iseult, that if he could have her somewhere safe where she could weather winter without the weight of Borgarvirki and the Björg and him on her back, he would. But Iseult’s words and Druth’s echoes about him not being good to anyone alone still ring in his head. And memory stirs again, Senua’s voice from the first night she slept beside him without fever wracking him: I don’t want to lose you. I won’t leave you alone. If he truly trusts her, he has to believe she meant what she said. That she might still mean it. Despite everything.

[send me a 🌹 for a sentence/section of my current WIPs!]

[wunderlichkind]

*arrives ten hours late with coop pronto gas station coffee* (i wish i had a starbucks on my way to work...) You're taking prompts again? 🤩

In that case, could I have a number 7 with our pairing du jour Frodi? (love youu ♥️)

The way it all happened is honestly so stupid, he feels terrible about it. He thinks he‘d feel terrible about it, even if things were different. He feels terrible even though it‘s not really his fault and there‘s nothing he can really do about it.

This is how it went down: They‘d had what Marco would have described as a completely normal training camp day. Sure, upon reflection, after what happened - Franjo had let him take first go several times. He‘d volunteered for kitchen duty after he knew Marco was gonna cook. He‘d spent half an hour helping Marco look for the gloves he‘d set down somewhere, immediately forgetting about them again. Sure, Arnaud had seemed irritated and in a fairly bad mood all day, god knows why. Still, none of that could have prepared Marco for it.

They‘d finished dinner and played a round of Brändi Dog. Marco and Justin had won, thanks to a miscommunication between Franjo and Arnaud and Justin was still celebrating. Franjo stood, and Odi looked up at him, grinning. „Will you bring me another beer if you‘re going to the kitchen?“ Harmless. Franjo had nodded easily, no big deal.

Not Arnaud, though. He‘d gone red-faced, all huffy, and started packing up the game.

„You don‘t wanna play another round?“ Marco had asked, surprised, at the same time as Arnaud had snapped at him: „I can‘t believe you‘re making him get your beers now.“

„What?“ he‘d said, half because it took his brain a few beats to process what Arnaud had said and half because the hostile tone honestly took him by surprise. Even Justin had shut up, then, and for a moment the only sound was the plink plink plink of the game marbles knocking together in their little sachet.

„Don‘t play dumb,“ Arnaud had hissed. „You‘re taking advantage of him.“

It was so heinous that it shocked a laugh out of Marco. „What??“ was the only thing he could think to say, again.

Arnaud had closed the game box and stood, hands braced on the table top. Expression tight with atypical aggression, he‘d stared at Marco for a beat. „He‘s in love with you, you idiot. You have to have noticed he‘s in love with you!“

He hadn‘t noticed. Clearly. It must‘ve been so obvious on his face, that some of the tension immediately bled out of Arnaud, replaced with a kind of disappointed frown that somehow hit even harder.

„You‘re joking.“ Justin seemed just as taken aback as Marco felt.

Just then, Franjo walked in again. His face was unreadable, the few seconds Marco managed to look at him at least. He set down one of the beer bottles he was carrying. It wobbled slightly before settling, teetering on the edge of tipping over for a moment. It felt like a metaphor.

„He‘s not joking.“ Quietly, flat. Marco noticed he was clenching his hands into fists, then, and he forced himself to look up, unsure what his face was doing. He caught only the tail end of a fleeting look Franjo had thrown his way but even that felt so heartbreakingly vulnerable that Marco could barely stand it.

„Anyway. I‘m going to bed,“ Franjo mumbled. He was still clutching the second bottle tightly, eyeing it for a moment, confused. Then he thrust it towards Arnaud, who looked shell-shocked.

„Franjo…“ Arnaud started, but Franjo had already turned around and left the room.

„Shit.“ Marco was unclear on who had said it. It might have been him. Arnaud set the second bottle down and went after Franjo without another word.

Marco buried his face in his hands and sighed. The sofa shifted underneath him, then he felt Justin‘s hand on his shoulder, squeezing once, tightly.

„Damn,“ Justin chuckled. „What is it about you?“

Marco just groaned. „Oh, shut up.“ He peeked at Justin between his fingers. „Did you know?! You could‘ve told me!“

„No! I guess I‘m just too used to people fawning over you by now,“ Justin mused, eyes twinkling. He laughed when Marco threw a pillow at him.

„You‘re finding this way too funny,“ he complained and Justin reached out to pat his head.

„Poor baby,“ he grinned. Marco shot him a weak grin back and stood, stretching.

„I think I‘ll to call Gino,“ he said, staring out the window into the dark.

Justin yelped a laugh. „Yeah, go do that. Can‘t wait to hear what he says about this.“

[kisskisscantfallinlove]

headcanon that romano is very clingy in his sleep, but is blissfully unaware. or, he used to be unaware. unfortunately his brother and husband are Annoying about it

[beastpack]

he would be a neat dragon

(+ jesse)