#this was different

[evilphrog]

I can’t help but wonder if Ouroboros was supposed to be a standard snarky-asshole-genius character, based on his lines.

“Do you think this is a higher priority than preventing temporal meltdown?” “no, you left immediately.” “Green means prune.” “I know. I wrote it.” “All your skin will be peeled off and you will die.”

All these things would be extremely condescending if delivered in a slightly different way. Instead, he is earnest, awkward, kind, warm to everyone, and patient with those who aren’t as smart as he is. So thank you to Ke Huy Quan for giving us this loveable nerd instead of yet another copypaste of Sherlock.

[chamy-melo]

thank you to the person that commebted Eww on them thats rhe desired effect of my art of those two

[themonotonysyndrome]

Hey! I saw you needed ideas so I was thinking, what about morning fluff with Rhett and Isolde? I just think they're cute

A hot bowl of veggie soup. Two lit scented candles. A box of cigars. Three items that make a good morning into a great one, in Rhett's humble opinion.

For the moment the King of Intacia and once Witch Hunter rouses into the world of the living world, his nose is tickled by the smell of food, lavender and faintly of tobacco. The pillow and comforter he's nestled in are soft and warm, like his wife's embrace. Speaking of his wife...

Tired eyes opened and promptly squinted against the morning rays that filtered through the curtains. His body feels heavy - and pleasantly sore - and he couldn't wait to admire the various nail scratches and lovebites later in front of the bathroom mirror. When he raises his head slightly to the open windows, Isolde is there, lounging on the divan in nothing but her panties. It looks like she's been soaking up the sun for a while now. She puffs out another long drag of the cigar.

"Beloved?" Rhett calls out, his morning voice is deep and husky.

This catches his wife's attention. She immediately turns towards him, and Rhett could've sworn the light forms a halo above that curly red hair he so adores. "Morning, Rhett. Slept well?" She teases. The cigar was put out before she returned to their shared bed. "I requested something with a light broth for the both of us today. Just as a starter, mind you. We still need to eat a proper breakfast later."

"Later then. Can I have my morning kiss first? Please?"

Rhett hums in delight when Isolde bestow not one or two but three kisses on his cheeks and lips. He made a mental note to spoil her later.

"Do you want servants to assist our baths later, or do you want it just to be the two of us?"

"I'm not so keen to share you with the world just yet, Isolde. Let me be selfish today."

[angelscorpses]

the damage violet evergarden does to you is irreversible

[scapular-dyskinesis]

[my-robot-heart]

“You are the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. And then the first thought when I wake up.”

🥺🥺🥺

(On an unrelated note: this prompt actually got me thinking... is Lizzy actually that first thing that Red thinks of in the morning that pushed even the thoughts of all the pain and loss he's experienced in his lifetime to the second place Red speaks of in his letter to Ressler in Mako Tanida? Remember that "There will be nightmares. And every day, when you wake up, it will be the first thing you think about. Until one day, it will be the second thing." part?)

Ummmmmm okay now I'm thinking of this and it's making me both happy and heartbroken so thanks for that 🥲

Raymond Reddington looked across the table at his beautiful wife, Elizabeth Keen. They were sitting in the dining room of a large ship, which typically would have had hundreds of people but which Red had, using his many connections and practically unlimited funds, managed to finagle so that the two of them, and the ship staff, were the only ones there.

"My goodness you are radiant, Lizzie." Red smiled as he took in her gently silvered hair, which still fell around her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes, which still sparkled in the evening sunlight. Her smile, which had accumulated several more laugh lines in the past years, and which was, to him, all the more enchanting for it.

She returned the smile, still completely taken by the way he looked at her. As though she was the only woman in the world. The only woman who had ever mattered. Who could ever matter. Even after all this time, he still looked at her like that. And it took her a moment to be able to reply.

"You always knew how to make me blush."

They had just finished dinner, and were heading out onto the deck to watch the sunset. Red felt a chill in the air, and so he took off his dinner jacket and placed it around Lizzie's shoulders, a gesture so familiar to her that she would have known it even if she'd not been able to see who was doing it.

She snuggled into the jacket, and him.

"A beautiful sight," Red remarked, and he could have meant the sunset, or Lizzie, or both.

They stood together, leaning against eachother. Lizzie took a deep breath of the sea air.

"Do you think we'll ever get tired of it?" She wondered aloud, already knowing the answer.

Red shook his head, winding an arm around her waist, underneath his jacket.

They wandered slowly back to their room after that, and Red watched as Lizzie carefully peeled the jacket off and placed it back in the closet, beside the others.

When it was time to go to sleep, the two of them curled up against one another, arms and legs all entwined and bodies snug.

"What are you thinking about," Lizzie asked, in a whisper almost too soft to hear.

"You, Lizzie," Red replied.

She twisted her body until they were face to face, nearly nose to nose, and sought out his gaze in the moonlit room.

"Really?"

"Yes really," he replied. "Lizzie, you are the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. And then the first thought when I wake up. It's always been this way, for me."

She snuggled into him with a soft sigh. "Oh."

He placed a kiss on her head. "Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight, Red."

[ebonyslasher]

Imagine an elf is given a job to do at a human institution. The humans think elves don’t need bathroom breaks, since they know they can hold it for days, but this elf has been traveling to reach their job, and has already been holding it to the point they are in pain. They ask for a break, but their job is important and time sensitive, so they admit they can still hold it when asked. After a full day of work, the elf tries to reach the bathroom in time, but they were never told where it is.

The elf, slightly frantic, bounds around multiple corners- trying to find the bathroom. Each time, they are met with nothing but dull looking doors. The urine in their bladder was insistent. It felt like the liquid was knocking on the door outside their urethra. With the insistence came impatience- it would not hold any longer.

With the panic and pangs of urgency also hit frustration and anger. Even though they were an elf - was this not inhumane? While they were running around, obviously looking for the bathroom, none of the humans who passed stopped to help. Some even glanced at the elf and went on with their business. As if the else was only meant for observation.

The elf was usually not brash and impulsive, their race known for their cool attitudes. However, in this predicament, their cool attitude had begun boiling. It felt like the humans were slowly indoctrinating the elf to be a slave. Using 'biology' and elf physiology to excuse their treatment of them.

Enraged by this hidden realization, the elf sprints over with a look of determined anger. They would teach the humans not to exploit this any longer. The elf reaches the meeting room where their boss and several other employees sat talking. Some -again- glanced at the elf but paid them no mind.

Not today.

The elf roughly opens the door and looks everyone in their eyes. The elf had their attention now and decided to start peeing right then and there.

The horrified and disgusted looks on the humans faces only fueled the elf's self-righteousness. The relief that spilled out of their body only added to their pleasure, making the elf smile.

The elf's pants were uncomfortably damp and stuck onto their skin- but that did not matter. They only quipped a quick, "see you all tomorrow!," before turning and walking out of the meeting room.