tragedy, prepared!

Oh, my favorite wizard — I would go too Hold you to the end and beyond Into a burst of crimson and shadowed light. But I'd much rather live with you — Live, and listen, and love Share every treasured moment More akin to roses than blood, in the candles' gentle glow.

[ i said i'd draw my and @ruinedbycatastrophe 's boyes, and by fuckin golly i finally did 😤

a crossover ship hasn't seized me this bodily in a while but GOD. them 🥺

For a long moment, Solanara let herself get lost in the kiss, the press of lips and his face under her hands. It was a familiar feeling that she could easily let herself get lost in, the press of tongue and his hands on her waist. The rogue had never been shy when it came to sex or affection, had even went to some of the brothels when she found herself in the area of one. It was a way to blow of steam without having to find someone or make things awkward. Yet it was different with Gale. It wasn't just about letting out that feeling and tension, it wasn't just for fun. At least she didn't think so. Gods, she hated not knowing, hated the idea that the next several weeks or months could be awkward between them and the rest of their companions in camp.

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒓 𝒆.

Independent, private and selective Will Graham of NBC’s Hannibal, with Red Dragon influences. Multi-verse / long para.

heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another i beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker

i  wanna  lay  on  the  kitchen  floor  with  you .

i  thought  you  were  headed  somewhere  new .

you  love  me  ‘til  you  wear  me  out ,  then  you  love  me  more .

there’s  nowhere  left  to  go  but  down .

i  don’t  think  i  can  protect  you .

who  will  i  say  goodnight  to  when  you’re  gone ?

well ,  this  is  who  we  are  now .

all  the  things  we  don’t  talk  about  are  waiting  at  the  door .

i  won’t  let  you  out  of  my  sight .

dig  your  grave  and  lie  down  quietly .

i  want  to  build  a  wall  around  you  and  say  i’m  the  one  that  found  you .

the  only  sacred  part  of  me  is  everything  from  you .

it’s  always  back  to  you ,  again .

i  thought  i  heard  you  calling  to  me .

when  you’re  alone ,  it’s  all  you  think  about .

i’ve  got  a  thousand  stories  i  want  to  tell  you  before  the  sun  goes  down .

you  think  i’m  crazy ,  but  i’m  not .

i’m  sorry  that  i  couldn’t  say  goodbye .

your  cheap  drink  tricks  and  cigarettes  keep  you  locked  inside  a  cage .

if  i  can’t  hold  you  like  a  lover  i  won’t  hold  you  at  all .

if  we  could  stay  this  way  forever ,  would  it  ever  be  enough ?

you  know ,  you’ve  got  a  real  smart  mouth .

you  want  to  be  hunted  like  an  animal .

i  think  it’s  time  we  leave  this  town .

there  are  things  that  we’ll  never  say ,  but  we  know .

the  love  that  you  made  me  fight  for  was  never  love  at  all .

if  i  don’t  pull  myself  together ,  this  could  be  the  end  of  it  all .

you  know  girls  like  me ,  we’ve  got  a  slow  pulse .

i  kinda  like  it  when  you  talk  the  way  you  do .

it’s  kinda  tripping  me  up ,  i’ve  got  it  bad  for  you .

don’t  look  at  me  like  that .

i  don’t  think  this  is  life  that  we’re  living .

don’t  forget ,  i’ll  never  quite  forgive  you .

don’t  you  dare  make  the  same  mistakes  your  father  did .

i  never  learned  to  lose  a  fight .

how  can  i  forgive  myself  when  i’m  still  in  love  with  you ?

quit  your  job ,  come  sleep  in  my  bed .

when  you’re  in  love ,  you  get  so  cruel .

the  lights  are  always  on  in  the  street ,  so  i  never  sleep .

i  think  i’ll  waste  away  here .

the  world  hasn’t  killed  me  yet  but  it’s  just  a  matter  of  days .

despite  all  of  my  virtue  i  know  i’m  the  one  who  hurts  you .

you  don’t  look  the  same  to  me .

i  guess  i  should’ve  learned  this  long  ago .

i  want  to  sleep  beside  you  at  the  end  of  the  world .

we’ve  got  friends ,  we’ve  got  places  to  go .

i  can’t  take  my  eyes  off  of  you .

i  love  the  way  you  keep  me  awake .

His back hits the wall with a cracking thud, mind not keeping up to defend himself in time. Red, hot shame burns in his throat when he sees the flicker of light hair and light eyes. But not only shame but anger, a rage he didn't know hits his gut and pulsates in his brain until he unable to do anything but think rationally. Gale's hands glow, the flowing of purple they usually do when casting but there is a bit of darkness in them. A flicker of something darker. Maybe the Weaves inside him fighting for their place in his casting? But then he drops his hands and the light fades. He breathes. One. Two. One. Two. One. Two. His mother taught him better than to do this--- but after all, Ingeleif cast the first stone. Was it so wrong to strike back? "--- Is that all you have? I'm afraid I'm unimpressed." Be wise. He must be wise about it. But man, did he want to hurl a fireball in his general direction.

Gale had such a habit of talking. He enjoyed talking about himself the most, parading like a peacock. He wasn't the only prodigy, even if he liked to act like it.

And it irked Ingeleif. His antics and arrogance were only trouble for Blackstaff. Ingeleif had no idea why Elminster was so fond of this braggart.

And he had been running his mouth again. And Ingeleif was not above a bit of a magical refute.

He narrowed his eyes as the other brushed it off, but he had seen that flickering. His scowl deepened, ice blue eyes judging the other meticulously.