#um sorry

[dog-prophet]

been watchin a lot of tamers lately

[local-graveyard-mutt]

tw death, graveyards, etc

i think something that awakened me to my church grim kin was my great grandmother passing away. i’ve always felt a very deep connection and desire to protect and honor the dead, and going to the graveyard to bury her urn, i felt that deep connection to every grave in there. it almost felt like home, in a weird way. i have a lot of guilt about this, because it feels intrusive. that’s the home of the dead, and i don’t belong there. but i need to protect it, and honor all those who passed.

[eyelessdoll-y]

The strongest are present 👍🏻

Ayato was to appear in the photo, but he was on the other side taking pics with the poster of Morbius kkkk

Do not repost!

[lucdoodle]

Fanart of @hoofpeet ‘s au, it was supposed to be in duo with the preceding fanart but this one took a bit more time

[spilledmilkfkdies]

NOOOOO NO DUMAN DON'T DO ITPLEASE

[metalferalgore]

some uh dooodddleeeeeeeess

Barney poease come back please grace me with ur presence PLEAAASSASSASSSSSSSEE

Also have this Twilight sparkle redesign

[wolfiemcwolferson]

learning to cook/bake something new for piarles from the wintery prompts pleaseee🥹💕

Hi Justi babe.

It starts with a bet, like most things do with them. That’s how Pierre finds himself across the hall in George and Alex’s apartment stirring something called choux pastry in a pot that is too small for the recipe and listening to George whinge on about Pierre and Charles’ relationship dynamic.

“I do not understand why it has to always be a competition.” George says, stirring his tea with a knife honest to god teaspoon like the British freak he is. “You know I love the both of you, but at some point we all deserve peace.”

Alex picks that moment to shuffle into the kitchen clutching his phone and a sweater that he drapes over George’s shoulders. “Don’t get in the middle of their weird sex bits, Georgie.”

“It’s not -“ Pierre starts to say but then the pot makes a gurgling sound and he decides it’s not worth it - arguing about it.

Besides it kind of is a weird sex thing sometimes.

“At least we get to profit off this bet,” Alex sighs. “Remember when all we got out of the last one was an express trip to the urgent -“

Pierre turns around and glares at him and Alex’s teeth clack shut.

It’s not Pierre’s fault Charles is a freak and doesn’t know his limits. But, Pierre did win that bet, so.

.

Charles’ croquembouche is lopsided to hell and Pierre’s sugar thread aren’t actually sugar threads at all.

Charles pokes at Pierre’s and part of it collapses in on itself and the last vestiges of composure crack and Pierre ends up with his forehead against the counter, cackling into their kitchen.

Charles is draped over him, laughing as well. These big heaving laughs that shake their entire beings.

“I love you,” Charles laughs again, leaning over to press a kiss to Pierre’s neck. “Thank you for being insane with me.”

Pierre forces them to standing, wrapping his arms around Charles’ waist, “Next time, I will win, baking is just not my -“

“You had GEORGE in the apartment with you!” Charles stands, indignant. “I cannot help if you had too much integrity to cheat and access a pastry ch-“

“Oh, DID YOU CHEAT?” Pierre laughs back and then they’re off again, poking at each other and demanding answers until Pierre cuffs Charles on the back of the neck and hauls him in for a kiss. “Fine, Charlo. You may have your prize now.”

Charles’ pupils blow and Pierre barely has time to get George a text that reads tomorrow mate sorry before Charles is hauling him through their bedroom door.

[transholmes]

Inspired by this post.

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"What are you doing?" Geralt asks.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

Jaskier's words have far more bite than he intends. He really wanted to stay calm yet Geralt mere presence is like salt in an open wound.

"Like you're packing."

"Brillant observation there. Top marks."

Not that it is going to take him long. He's never had this few possessions, not even when he first struck out on his own at 19. Now they can all fit in a small shoulder bag.

"Why?"

"Because I'm leaving, Geralt. Why else would I be packing?"

"But I thought-"

He spins around on his heel to face Geralt.

"Thought what? That I'd stay? Why would I? You came for my help, I've given it. Mission accomplished, time to move on."

What he doesn't say is that he had considered staying, because it would be so easy to fall back into Geralt's orbit. And Yenn, he really likes her. She gets on his nerves as he on hers, and they bite at each other still though their teeth are gone now. He really had considered staying for her too.

But he can't. And he knows she understands why because when he told her he was leaving all she did was nod and wish him good luck.

"So you just came to help?"

Geralt sounds so baffled and a little hurt.

"Yes."

"Why? If you thought that was all I wanted of you then why did you come?"

"BECAUSE THERE WAS A CHILD IN DANGER! A girl who might lose her life. What the hell do you think of me? No, now that I think on it please don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Geralt looks like he hit him.

"Jaskier, listen. It wasn't- I don't just want your help. I want you. I want you to stay, just for you."

The words are barely a whisper and they make his heart ache. He wants to believe them, wants to so badly. And if Geralt had said anything, anything at all, in the months between pulling him out of prison and now then maybe he'd be able to, but not now.

Instead he says, "Listen, you got what you wanted. You have your child and your sorceress back. I wish you luck."

The words come out sounding genuine rather than bitter. He's glad of that, he wants them to.

Hee holds out his hand to Geralt who takes it, staring at it and him like they're a surreal tableau. Maybe from his end it looks like that.

"How are you going to get over the mountain?" he asks Jaskier.

"Lambert offered to show me the way. Good bye, Geralt."

Jaskier grabs his bag and brushes past him, refusing to look back as he walks out the room.