happy birthday to @nipuni whose art has inspired me so so much throughout the past year!!!!!! thank you for all your wonderful contributions to the dragon age fandom and as always, i’m looking forward to seeing what you’ll create next! <3
Percy’s got a pro hair stylist to do his hair for date night this week.
He will be the best big brother.
I’m dedicating this to all the people who have been having a rough time recently. I hope it makes your week a little better or at least makes you giggle. I want to put a big shout out to @percyyoulittleshit because she really made me smile the other day and I want to try and return the smile :) and to @solbabydraws because her percabeth art and kid sister art gives me life. You guys inspire me so much 💙
Keep being awesome and stay safe everyone.
Fanart of one of my favourite Ham ships, The Marquis of Large Baguette and the To-mac-n-cheese dork.
I made this with @terror-in-the-dream in mind, because she’s such a talented artist and I admire her so much. Her art always makes my heart happy and inspires me to be better.
So, Ida, this is my way of saying thank you :’)
I LOVE YOU!!!!
Kissing Akaashi is like a light summer rain. Not in the way that it’s wet and potentially ruins your plans, but in a way that’s warm and gentle. In the way where you curl up by the windowsill with a good book, blankets wrapped around you, sipping on hot cocoa or tea while the rain hits the window pane with soft, soothing plinks. Refreshing.
It doesn’t happen often. Kuroo’s never been as close to Akaashi as he is with Kenma and Bokuto. He finds Akaashi difficult to read, even for him. So it’s always somewhat of a surprise when Akaashi will decide one day to lean over and kiss him, usually quick and soft, pulling away with a faint smile as Kuroo feels his cheeks heat up.
It’s nice when he lingers too, placing his hands on Kuroo’s chest and leaning into him with his whole body for just a moment. Kuroo finds it pleasant, and always that warm, comforting feeling spreads through him, and he thinks of rain.
Kissing Bokuto is like sunlight. Not in a scorching way, sweaty and uncomfortable. In a happy way, like skipping through a meadow in spring, the sun chasing away the cold bite of winter. The warmth from his kiss spreads quickly, and he’s usually smiling or about to laugh, and Kuroo can’t help but laugh too.
Their teeth clack together, they bump noses, their hands twist in shirts and hair, and they lean against each other as their shoulders shake. Bokuto’s presence brightens up every room he’s in. His upbeat nature is contagious, and Kuroo loves basking in that positivity and excitement. He catches it, runs with it, until they’re both crying tears of laughter, and they fall together with kisses holding contentment and happiness. Joy.
It’s always fun kissing Bokuto. Kuroo does it often. And even on Bokuto’s bad days, when he’s struggling with his dejection, Kuroo tries to make him feel better: with lavish attention, with stupid jokes, with tickles, with kisses pressed all over his body until he’s giggling and kissing him back and the sunlight returns to warm them both.
Kissing Kenma is like touching stars. Not in the way that that’s actually impossible, but in the way that makes you feel like it is possible. It’s bright and it tingles, his skin shivering in wonder and anticipation of what could be. It’s looking up at the expanse of the sky at night and seeing galaxies and constellations and reaching up to grab them because they shine so brilliantly you feel like you can. And you feel that swell in your chest. Amazement.
Kenma’s lips spark heat with every touch, and Kuroo can’t help but tremble when Kenma grows attentive to every sensitive inch of his skin. It’s not rare for Kenma to kiss him, but each time it feels new, and Kuroo’s heart swells as he wraps his arms around Kenma and pulls him closer. Just looking into Kenma’s eyes is like looking into the expanse of galaxy. He has stardust caught in the gold of his irises, and Kuroo loves getting lost in them, with his heart in his throat.
Sometimes he can’t believe that he belongs to Kenma and Kenma belongs to him. He wonders if sometimes people look at them like they look at the universe and think “How?”
They’re different, and he knows they’re different. But they’re also the same. Kenma understands him in a way most people don’t, and he figures it’s the same for Kenma. At first he was afraid that bringing Bokuto and Akaashi into their relationship would be hard on Kenma, but after seeing how the other two treat Kenma like he’s their stardust too Kuroo knew that it would all work out.
And now he has three boyfriends. Three. It seems sometimes as though it’s too many. It seems sometimes that he doesn’t deserve to have this much love. He’s not perfect. He’s made mistakes. He’s failed them before, and he probably will again (despite his best efforts).
And yet they continue to love him. They continue to kiss him, to hold him, to whisper encouragements and reassurances into his skin. They continue to make him laugh, to make his heart feel too big for his body.
They’re his friends, his family, his joy, his love.
Warmth and radiance and wonder.
They’re his rain and sunlight and stardust.
And with every kiss they let him know that he is theirs as well.
It begins like this, Fareeha’s hand brushing her hair out of her face, Fareeha’s eyes meeting hers across the table at which they are eating. It is four in the afternoon, and they have made taking this meal together a custom, even if the food itself is never shared. For Angela, this is only Zvieri, not an important meal, and one which she used to eat hastily and alone while working, but this is Fareeha’s lunch hour, and her main meal at that, and Angela would not have her eat it alone, in silence. Doing so is good for both of them, then, as it has the other benefit of forcing Angela to actually take a break from her work and get out of the lab. Additionally, it gives the two of them time together, alone, outside of the pressures of the battlefield or the training ground, time where, unlike their evening meal, they are fully awake. The arrangement is almost domestic, as they eat together and talk about nothing, and when, in training the day before, Lena jokingly refers to it as their “lunch date,” Angela thinks that perhaps she would not object to it being so. If this gesture, so casual, a hand in her hair to better see her eyes, is any indication, perhaps Fareeha would not object either. Suddenly, Angela’s stomach is full of butterflies, and she loses her appetite for Zvieri.
The excerpt I based this scene on from one of my favourite pharmercy fan fictions,Touch (I’m All Shook Up (it does get NSFW/Explicit towards the end, so proceed with caution!) by the beautiful and wonderful @agenthill…literally this is one of my favorite scenes!!! It is just so tender and Angela isn’t even sure of her longing and and and???? It’s so good and Angela is so unaware
Literally, okay, I read a plagiarized work based on this fanfic, fell in love with it, was sent to the source work and well wow so that became the start of a friendship where we discuss the Greatest Things I Never Knew I Needed in my life…including Rory. So I’ve been working on drawing one of my favorite sfw scenes from this fic bc for her…honestly…the writing is so fluid and my heart is full every time I read it…and Rory deserves top notch Praise and Art Always. So thank you again for creating this masterpiece Rory, it’s on my phone!!! Forever!!! Just like you’re in my heart!!! Forever!!!!