#THE VERY SWEETEST

[late-nite-scholar]

WIP Whenever

Sneaking in under the wire! Thanks for the tag @mareenavee . Not tagging because heading to bed right away.

But first I'll share a little snippet of an idea I've had brewing in my head. It's a little Skyrim thing, but totally AU from all my other characters. My productivity on all projects has been terrible since work started again, but I'm hoping once things settle in that'll change.

Onto the snippet!

The Hall was filled with the loud, boisterous voices of the warriors around the table. Her hands shook so hard they rattled her teeth, but she concentrated on keeping her head down and doing her job.

As she placed a new, clean cup down between two sets of wide shoulders, it fell over with a clunk. As her trembling fingers tried to right it, a large hand reached out and covered hers, helping her set it properly on the table.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she cried, snatching her hand away. But the chair pulled back, and the biggest man she’d ever seen in her life stood up. She was ready to bolt, but her gave her a wide smile.

“It’s no harm done. You must be new, I’ve never seen you before. I’m Farkas, pleased to meet you.”

“I’m… I’m, uh, Fritha…” Her heart hammered as she stared up at his broad shoulders, and down to those big hands. He was terrifyingly large, but he spoke softly, kindly.

“Well met. And you don’t have to be nervous. We’re pretty easygoing folks. We’re not looking for fancy manners or nothing.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, we’re glad to have you. I’ll see you around.”

Happy working in progress to everyone!

#wip wednesday #wip whenever #writing snippet #wip #just rotating this in my brain #farkas #the very sweetest

[applestruda]

gem fishing stream doodles

#if i didnt draw something i felt like i was gonna explode but i must do work #but THE STREAAMMM WAS SO NICE #very cozy #also etho giving her the mending book was the sweetest ever #geminitay #geminitay fanart #grian #grian fanart #ethoslab #etho fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #my art

[pedro-pascal]

more pictures of the kitten I'm fostering 🫶

#since y'all seemed to like him in my last post here's a compilation of the best pics i took of him #cats #cats of tumblr #he's the sweetest little guy ever i'm truly in awe #he was naturally very shy at first but now he's a little frantic cutie running everywhere #he purs when you pet him and he doesn't mind being picked up!! #he's playful too and he knows how to perfectly user the litter (wow!) #he's like the opposite of my ex-cat lmaooooo #anyway he's gonna get adopted by people i know so i'm really happy he's gonna be a in great family!! #he's gonna be spoiled <3

[antiqua-lugar]

Wyll: Should this inner fiend seek battle again, I'll give it one. Let it taste the edge of the Blade. The Dark Urge: It's really all right? Wyll: It is. You are my greatest adventure- and what is an adventure without monsters to slay, and toasts to be made after? You don't have to shoulder this burden alone. And next time you're in a killing mood, let me know. I'll point you in the right direction.

#bg3 #antiqua plays bg3 #bg3 durge #bg3 spoilers #durgewyll #wyll ravengard #wyll romance #just so everyone knows that this man is unhinged and also the sweetest #sceleritas wasn't kidding but it's not that just wyll adores durge but also that he believes in them so goddamn much #which imho is an amazing dynamic with a durge like dorian who has to dig his heels in and force himself to be a good person out of principl #bg3 dorian #i cropped him out of screenshots but he is very much there

[naffeclipse]

Have you considered writing a cowboy DCA au? Or a vampire AU?

I have ideas for both! I mention my Vampire AU in my Laundry List of AUs Post, but I haven't talked about a Cowboy AU yet!

For my cowboy AU, Y/N owns a prairie house and a small patch of land out in the wild west. You work hard and make do even though you're falling behind on payments and falling deeper into debt and danger of the bank taking your property back. It's a tough life. You know that.

Nothing exciting happens around here until one day you see a figure riding in from the distance. An animatronic on a horse. You're a bit weary of strangers, especially out here, where cattle rustlers and outlaws are aplenty, so you greet the rider with a shotgun. He's all smiles and hand waves, his sun rays partly hidden underneath his hat. There's a shiny pistol in the holster on his belt and a rifle hanging off his back. A large bag is strapped to the saddle. He's careful to not reach for something he shouldn't, and you let him dismount to talk to you, lowering your weapon.

He reassures you he means no trouble and that he just needs shelter for the night, if you don't mind. He's more than willing to offer a helping hand in exchange. He's a talker, sweet and charming, and you're not in a position to refuse extra farm help. You put him to work. He does it all without complaint which you appreciate.

There's a moment when you take a break from the back-breaking work to lie down in the field, staring up at the sky. Your eyes end up closing. You feel a gentle shadow over you. When you look up, Sun is there, casting blissfully cool shade and asking if it's alright for him to stand here. You tell him it's just fine. You ask him if there's any worry of him overheating. He says no, but thank you kindly for the concern.

Later, when you check in the barn, you notice that the large bag that was on his horse is now gone.

You don't want any trouble.

At sundown, when you call for him to come inside, you're greeted with a different animatronic, still smiling and soothing and promising that it's the same cowboy, please put the shotgun down. You've never met an animatronic like him. Sun. Moon. You let him come inside.

You spend a quiet night with the cowboy. He helps you clean up your dishes even though he had no part in the mess-making. There's little talk of where he came from or where he's going, but he mentions lying low for a while. You don't want to know. You don't ask. He asks if he might touch the guitar you have there in the corner. You tell him that's fine. You haven't played it in a long time. He serenades the night with plucked chords and twaining strings, and somehow, you fall asleep listening to the gentle strums and wake up the next morning in your bed.

Sun greets you all cheerful. You don't know what to feel about having another around to talk to... but you're adjusting. He asks for another day's work for another night's lodging. You agree. He smiles so big you're afraid he'll burst.

You get a visit from a fellow farmer (Sun makes himself scarce on the rare chance a visitor comes) who talks about the news, the gangs rolling through the valley, the cattle missing, and a distant bank just recently robbed. You shake your head.

Later, in the barn, you're shifting hay on the hayloft when you step back and expect to find solid flooring but there's nothing but air and you're falling—then caught in solid arms. Sun exclaims how you have to be careful! You would have gotten hurt. You wish he would put you down already, holding you like this turns you all red and embarrassed. Even when he sets you on your feet, Sun insists he finishes with the hay up top. Your pride is awfully stung but the ghost of his arms around you chases you outside and it's only there that you can finally think clearly after all the excitement.

When night falls, Moon helps you deal with a fox in the chicken pen but in chasing off the fiend, something snaps along his arm when he hops a fence and you know that ugly sound means something's broken. Wires spark in the dark. You rush to his side faster than you've ever run. You gingerly hold his arm and guide him back home to fix the damage done even though you're only a support to his injury, and he, thankfully, can tend to himself. He says he's learned how to take care of little problems like these since he's been running by himself for a while. You almost ask what he did before he came here but you don't dare. You told yourself you didn't want trouble. Getting attached will do nothing but stir up your feelings. There will be no one else to blame if your heart gets broken.

He picks at the guitar strings to test his repair and sings a little song that you swear you won't fall asleep to but, again, you wake up in your bed when you know you didn't tuck yourself in. Sun is already outside, getting a jumpstart on the day's chores.

The cowboy stays another night, then another, and then a few weeks have flown by. You get a visitor from the bank asking for payment or else they're taking your land and everything on it. You chase off the man, spitting mad, but you're still in troubled waters. You're going to lose all you have. Sun witnesses the encounter from a distance but you don't speak of it all day. Then, Sun finds you when the sun burns red across the sky.

He talks softly to you and before you know it, he's leading you by the hand and spinning you in a little dance you've never danced before. Sun leads, and you follow because he's the last light you have, and when he dips you low, you rise with the Moon in the near darkness, dancing and dancing on dirt. You've never held a hand that felt so right with his arms twirling you around and around—you almost forget you're going to lose it all.

Besides the crackle of the fire in your hearth that night, Moon coaxes you to talk about the money you owe and your pride almost bites your tongue off but you do it anyway. Moon asks when the bank man is going to come again. You tell him in the morning but you don't want charity. You don't need it. You owe enough debts as it is. He gives you a grin that is too mischievous for his own good.

That night, you lean against his shoulder when he plays a gentle song, a ballad about lovers falling and magnolias blooming. You wake up in your bed but it's still dark out and Moon is gone. You get up to find him but he's already at the door, holding a large bag—the one that was missing from his saddle. He tells you to pay the bank when they come and get a receipt. You ask him what in blue blazes he's doing with a bag full of money but he shoves it in your hands. Morning spills across the land. Then it's Sun winking at you. The bank is coming. He tells you he needs to go now, but he promises to come back for you.

You tell him you can't owe him like this—you'll never be able to repay it. Sun promises that you won't owe him anything, he'll get the money back.

You can hardly be angry before he's on his horse and taking off into the distance. You curse yourself out for being a fool and having a heart that wants to stick roots into anything that lingers longer for a day and for having this bag of money that isn't yours and for letting that cowboy dance and serenade you, but when the bank sends another man to collect, you pay it all. You get that receipt. The man accepts the payment and goes on his merry way, back to the bank that can no longer hound you. All of your debts are erased, thanks to the cowboy.

You don't know where he was hiding the money. You remember the news of a distant bank that was robbed.

It's only a few days later that you learn from a fellow farmer that the man carrying back your money to the bank was ambushed. An animatronic outlaw caught him alone. He stole the entire bag of cash. The farmer laughs when he says the bank man was madder than a wet hen. He also remarks that he's surprised they didn't come after you for more money, but you had a receipt. They can't touch you.

After the farmer leaves, you sit in a daze and then curse the cowboy out again. You still owe him.

You didn't want trouble, yet here you are, all twitterpated and waiting for when he comes down from the horizon.

#okay that's like the beginning but there's a very dangerous gang and sun/moon weren't always running on his own #and of course he comes back #but he accidentally brings the very thing he was running from back to you oops #turns out he's a slippery fellow and well someone wants him #and you're the sweetest honey to use to catch their fly #cowboy au #cowboy!sun #cowboy!moon #magnolias blooming #i didn't mean to write this much but uhhh here we are

[xjustakay]

✺ (1/22) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: cry — 1130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; getting in trouble at school - but he’s got a real good reason, your honor)

Regulus hangs up his phone with a huff, pushing up from his desk chair to head up the hall to the living room. “James?”

“Yes, my love?” James calls back. He turns from folding laundry into piles on the sofa and frowns when he clocks the tension in Regulus’ face. “What could I have possibly done?”

“It’s not you, it’s your son,” Regulus mutters.

“My son?” James’ brows shoot upward. 

“He’s your son when he gets into trouble.”

“I resent that.”

“Resemble it, more like.” Regulus rolls his eyes. “I just got off the phone with Pandora. She got a call from Harry’s school about him being in principal McGonagall’s office because of an altercation with another student.”

James blinks. “They’re five, what does that even look like?”

“Well, we’ll be finding out shortly, because we have to go pick him up. Lily’s got their car and she’s at work.” Regulus shakes his head as he goes to retrieve his coat from the peg inside the front door.

“Hey, hang on.” James grabs him gently by the elbow to get him to look at him. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal.”

“He’s in the principal’s office at five years old, James.”

“That happened a time or a few when I was—” James cuts himself off when one dark eyebrow is arched at him pointedly. “Right, not helping my case. Look, it’s Harry. It’s probably just a big misunderstanding.”

James lifts both hands to grab Regulus by the jaw, towing him in to kiss his forehead a couple quick times. The corner of Regulus’ mouth ticks upward despite himself.

As it turns out, it’s not a misunderstanding.

Instead of looking guilty, Harry looks instantly defiant, arms crossed tight over his chest and chin tilted upward, when Regulus and James join him in the principal’s office.

“Have a seat.” Minerva McGonagall motions across her desk to the open chairs on either side of their son. “Harry, would you care to explain to your fathers why we’re here?”

Harry’s brow furrows as he lets out a huff. “I tackled someone in the sandbox.”

Regulus tilts his head. “Pardon?”

James cuts him a vaguely admonishing look before his focus returns to the child between them, expression softening. “What happened, mate?”

“He made Luna cry, daddy!” Harry whines. “He kept on pulling her hair and calling her Loony.”

Regulus whips toward McGonagall, glaring icily. “And where’s that boy?”

“He’s also been spoken to and picked up by his parents, mister Potter,” She tells him.

“That’s not all, either!” Harry interjects with a dramatic flail of his arms. “I went and told him he was being mean and to say sorry, but he said he was sorry to me ‘cause I have a weird family.”

“Alright, that’s not—” James’ mounting irritation gets cut off when McGonagall lifts a hand to halt him.

“Then he said his mum and dad are talking all the time about how papa’s gonna leave us all someday, and I got really mad so I tackled him and hit him.”

Oh.

Oh, that’s…

Regulus stares at Harry for a long moment, an unexpected pang in his chest. He didn’t know what to expect coming down to the school, hearing Harry’s story of what had occurred. He certainly had not assumed it had anything to do with him.

Harry is so like James, standing up for those he loves with everything he’s got. Even if it gets him into trouble.

Opening and closing his mouth twice, Regulus catches James’ eye. A small smile curls at his husband’s mouth, an odd cocktail of pride and sadness mixed in his hazel eyes. Regulus suddenly knows the feeling, complex as it is.

“I understand you were upset and looking out for your family, but you know you’re not supposed to hit people, mate,” James tells Harry.

“I know…” Harry mumbles, ducking his chin.

“If someone’s being mean, you tell a teacher, alright?”

“Yes, daddy…”

Regulus, lip pinched between his teeth, looks across the desk to find McGonagall’s eyes already on him. A strangely sympathetic look is offered to him from the older woman, but he ignores the twist it causes in his stomach.

Asks instead, “Is Luna alright?”

“I’ve spoken with her, as well, yes. Despite the issue, she said she’d like to finish her day as she usually does,” She confirms.

“Right, well, we’ll get this one home, then.” James claps his hands on his knees then pushes to stand. “So sorry, principal McGonagall.”

“Yeah, me too, sorry, principal McGonagall,” Harry mutters.

Harry shuffles off his chair to follow James on the way out of the office, Regulus grabbing his Spiderman backpack for him. He’s last to the door, which means the ‘mister Potter’ that’s called after them can only be for him. He turns with dark brows lifted, tries not to look too confused when McGonagall’s mouth twitches upward just barely.

“That’s quite the little boy you’ve got standing up for you, there,” She says.

Regulus glances back the other direction at where James and Harry are walking to the school’s main door hand in hand. His own small smile appears, throat tightening before he quietly clears it.

“Yeah, he’s really something,” He murmurs, turning back to the woman. “We’ll work on the hitting bit.”

“That’s good, yes,” She snorts, waving him off.

Regulus catches up to his family, falling into step on Harry’s other side. He makes it a point to ensure that he’s the one who helps Harry into the back of the car when they reach it. Keeps an eye on him pulling his seatbelt across himself on his booster while James settles in the driver’s seat, watching them in the rear view mirror.

Mind still reeling a bit with the turn of events, he can’t help but feel like he’s meant to say something.

“Harry, my darling, you—” Regulus twists his lips to the side as he runs a hand over Harry’s messy hair affectionately. “You know that I’m not really going anywhere, don’t you?”

“Of course, papa.” Harry nods surely. “I know you love us all too much.”

Regulus smiles faintly, nodding in return. “That’s my boy.”

He leans in to leave a kiss against the side of Harry’s head, double checks his seatbelt is secured appropriately, then closes the car door. When he drops into the passenger seat, he finds James looking over at him adoringly, a bright smile on his face. Wordlessly, he leans over the center console to press a lingering kiss to Regulus’ lips.

“Does this mean I can still have dessert after dinner tonight?” Harry asks from the back.

There’s a shared laugh between Regulus and James, two wide smiles pressed together now, before they finally separate to get on their way home.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #jegulus dads and little harry feels strike again #they’re a little family :( #there’s so much love :( #harry is the sweetest bean :( #i’m fine feeling very normal about them obviously #(sobbing into a pillow as we speak) #jeggy dads series #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics

[sheawritesstuff]

Anton / My Love Headcanons

✩ Anton hasn’t cut his hair or beard since he left to work on Project Meridian

✩ All of My Love’s plants have names

✩ Anton has walked in on My Love having full-on conversations with their plants on several occasions

✩ Despite being almost completely overrun by various plants, their house is very organized and tidy

✩ Anton is a tinkerer through and through, there are always at least three little projects on his desk at any given time

✩ There is a framed picture of My Love next to the little plant on Anton’s desk

✩ Whenever the asset would rave about Marcus, Anton would tell them about his partner

✩Anton has reading glasses that he keeps tucked in the collar of his shirt when he’s not wearing them

✩ Anton loves soup of all kinds, it reminds him of home

✩ My Love wears overalls almost every day so they can carry all their plant-care tools

✩ They almost always sleep face-to-face

✩ Anton drinks strong black coffee with a little sugar - My Love drinks English Breakfast tea with a splash of milk and honey

✩My Love takes some of the produce they grow in the garden to the local farmer’s market and trades it for other goods

✩ Since Anton’s been gone, My Love has an elaborate setup of pillows wearing his clothes to help them sleep - They also have his voice as their alarm in the morning

#redacted anton #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redacted my love #I need you to know how deeply I feel for this man #He's just so #Y'know? #I love him so much #Very much gentle giant I think #Just more just really tall rather than like being big and strong y'know #The sweetest of men #shea writes

[tomatoart]

unregistered hypercam 2

#Edward Nashton #the batman #bruce wayne #riddlebat #the batman 2022 #the riddler #edward nygma #needle tw #doodle dump SLAMMM DUNK #they r so trans gender to me. also obsessed w drawing bruce smiling bc despite being a brit rob has the sweetest smile ^-^ (joke) #queue are lovely #also i rllt like the semirealistic eddie i rule.... HIGH FIVES HIGH FIVES #firm believer in brony ed but in a very nice and cute way

[meownotgood]

aki talking to you: have you eaten anything good for you today? sweetheart... if you don't eat well, you could get sick or give yourself a stomach ache. c'mon, I'll make you something, what would you like? maybe some soup, that'd be easy on your stomach. and next time, if you've only got snacks at home, just call me and I'll come over for dinner, okay?

aki talking to denji & power: eat your fucking vegetables

#he loves them very much #I feel like aki's lenient sometimes with them like making denji's favorite foods for him or letting powy skip veggies if she won't eat em #but only sometimes... #often he's the you get what you get and you don't pitch a fit kind of caregiver looooool #they can't stay healthy on just sweets or just meat #aki lying to power and telling her cauliflower is brains so she'll eat it #he's the sweetest to you though of course #it makes powy and denji a little jealous #'aki why are you so nice to them you don't make us whatever we want like that???!!!' #aki: 'because we're together. now eat your vegetables' #aki <3

[hajihiko]

when you find out your best friend went through A Lot Of Shit before you even met and wish earnestly that you had a time machine and a shotgun

#I ask you again. who hasn't felt this?? #Hiko interrupting Hajime: the very small comic I put too much effort into #Kissing Hurt Places is one of the sweetest things in the world and transcends relationship boundaries of any kind #I started this when I was more emo and now that it's time to post I'm like ;;; sweats #Okay whatever I can just update tags if I feel the need to Speak lol #Hajime hinata #Fuyuhiko kuzuryu #Kuzuhina #Super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #Danganronpa #Scars #BEFORE YOU ASK: its medical and restraint marks from the Kamukura project #An art

[bellamysgriffin]

You have one friend. Who? Me. 

#cadedit #marveledit #tyronejohnsonedit #cloakanddaggeredit #* #inspired <3 #usersanshou #userrin #userkraina #useremi #userautie #usercharisse #usersem #cloak and dagger #tyrone johnson #he's truly the sweetest <3 #i don't even care if i get no notes i miss him so much and one person asked very nicely

[chloecherrysip]

We're going to save your brother.

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros #super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie spoilers #princess peach #mareach #cherrysip edits #I FEEL LIKE THIS MOMENT DID NOT GET THE ATTENTION AND APPRECIATION IT DESERVED ON HERE #man i could write you an essay about this #i do think that the 'i'm not afraid! i'll do anything for my brother' line actually ISN'T said during this scene - it's probably earlier #but that this line IS in the right place (peach's mouth movements match) #which means that scene is going to break me because it just seems like a very vulnerable sweet moment between them #where peach and mario get to talk about the situation they're in and their fears and how big the stakes are for both of them #peach fighting to protect her kingdom and her subjects - the immense pressure on her to stop bowser because of her role as a leader #and mario desperately trying to save his brother - not knowing if luigi is ok or not and not being able to keep him safe is so painful #i think that's why mario doesn't have his hat on - the adventure is starting to weigh on him and he opens up to peach for the first time #about him and luigi and their closeness and how he CAN'T lose his brother he CAN'T let him down when he needs him more than ever #and peach reassures him and it means the world. even in this quick clip there's something a little sad about his face #but also there's relief and gratefulness to her for saying that. they're the absolute sweetest :) :) :) #i could be off base but that really does seem like the vibe of this scene from what we've seen and i am ALL ABOUT IT

[alexturner2005]

um. i had the craziest night of my life last night. i got center barricade for the strokes and they were amazing and played some deep cuts (selfless! drag queen! call it fate call it karma! you talk way too much! the way it is!) plus all the usual bangers and then some people i met SNUCK ME INTO THE VIP AFTER PARTY AND I MET FAB 😳😳😳 AND ALMOST MET JULIAN 😭

i am…truly at a loss for words

#i’ll give more details later i am in shock #fab is the sweetest 😭😭😭😭 #the ‘usual bangers’ were also very exciting to me i haven’t heard some of them live before! #is this it! juicebox! take it or leave it! the adults are talking! #and hard to explain which i’ve heard but it’s my all time favorite 🥹

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

The racism my beloved Simon had to face….my baby. 🥺💔

Although painful to watch, it felt incredibly validating. It was so annoying watching some people say this show was “only about class” while dismissing the BS that Simon had to go through. The abuse was ten fold because he’s POC and S3 finally exposed that.

That being said, and on a more positive note, it was so incredibly sexy when Simon sang happy birthday to Wille in Spanish (he feels safe with him!) and when Wille admitted to fantasizing about stroking those beautiful curlssss (and then actually did it). 🥹❤️‍🩹

Wilmon forever. 🤎🤍

#simon the bravest of braves and the sweetest of sweets i love him sooooooo much #and apparently inspo was from irl hate comments omar has received? 🔪 #oh HELL no. 🐓🤎 #omar brought face heart soul and curls to this season and to this damn show and i love him and simon so much #like it wouldn’t have been that bad if he was fully white and didn’t look the way he did and i stand by that #those online hate comments were disgusting #imported? latin lover? (they were a breath away from flat out calling him a wh*re and i was ready to throw some fucking hands) #even more hurtful because simon was very obviously a virgin when he met wille and didn’t even sleep with that douchebag #who shall not be named on my blog #y’all can try to pry this interracial ship out of my cold dead hands (you won’t) #but we heal and that’s beautiful ❤️‍🩹 #they mean soooo much to me 😭😭😭 #and like i said before #no it wouldn’t have been good if simon wasn’t poc I SAID WHAT I SAID WHAT I SAID #young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #simon my beloved 💜 #i love them sooooooooooooooo much. #🤎🤍

[flowery-laser-blasts]

John DiMaggio pressuring my BF to propose to me already was NOT on my 2024 bingo card.

#my bf truly is the sweetest and man I cannot imagine being without him- dude's my rock in life and my everything #It's so freaking surreal to hear John DiMaggio say my real name!??!? #not only did he do a little bit of Drakken's voice but also Motor Ed pfffff- #this was so cute oh my god #<3 <3 <3 super happy <3 <3 <3 #it was very cute #He looks like a kind guy from what I've seen in this cameo #John DiMaggio

[mr-stottlemonk]

my heart melts every time stottlemeyere says "hallo:D!" "halloo!" "haaiii!" he can be so silly. silly scary looking man.

SKSKSK ANON. same 😭😭😭 i love them smm too!!! esp his "hallo :D's!" they literally brighten up my mood???

anyway, here's a little silly compilation for you <3.

#anon asks #stottlemeyer is just the sweetest. cutest. handsomest. silliest. #mr. monk and the very very old man #mr. monk can't see a thing #mr. monk private eye #mr. monk on wheels #stottlemonk #monk 2002