#// fluffy af

[xdeath-by-poisonx]

Just a soft moment between two losers ♡♡

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The streets of Pentagram City were quieter than usual as Angel made his way back to the hotel, or maybe it was just that late. Val had insisted on reshooting that damned deep throat scene so many times that Angel had completely lost track of time, almost losing his voice in turn. He wrapped all four arms tightly around himself, dragging his feet down the cracked concrete before finally making it to the entrance of the large building. He was tired. So very tired. So much so, that if he still had his soul intact, even that would be fucking tired. 

Angel let out a heavy sigh and opened the door that led him into an all too quiet lobby. The only sound to be heard was the soft humming coming from the only person who was still awake at this hell-forsaken hour - the hotel’s bartender, Husk. Angel let out an exasperated groan as he flopped himself down onto one of the bar stools, his face promptly ‘thwaping’ down onto the wooden counter in front of him. 

“Heh, rough night?”

“Perfect. Best night evah.” Angel murmured into the counter, not moving.

“Hm.. sounds like you could use a drink.” 

The tired demon put up a very sarcastic thumbs up before slumping even further into his stool. Drink.. coke.. death.. whatever. Whatever would stop the constant loop of shit that came with being bound to someone like Val. Or at least make him forget about it for a little while. 

Angel heard a soft chuckle just before the all too familiar sound of liquid pouring into glass, the song Husk was softly humming still lingering on his lips. 

A fact that, for some reason, annoyed the ever living fuck out of Angel. What the fuck did he have to be so happy about anyways? 

“MUST you hum like that?” He growled, fingers coming to grip into his own hair. Hair that was covered in sweat and Satan knows what else. 

He could hear the subtle swish of fabric in response as Husk shrugged. “Humming clears the mind. I dig it.” 

“Well, I'm about to dig your grave in two fucking seconds, Husk, if you don't stop. Ya dig?” 

Angel knew he was taking out his bad mood on the bartender, but on nights like this - nights where he wished he could literally be anyone else - he rarely found himself to be good company. For anyone. Even with the soft spot he held for Husk. 

“Alright, alright. Tough guy.” Husk chuckled, sliding over his drink. “Here.” 

For the first time since Angel had taken his seat at the bar he lifted his head. A somewhat smug smirk dancing at the corner of Husk’s lips. 

“And just what the fuck are you so-”

He couldn't even finish his sentence once his eyes landed on the drink in front of him. The pink shimmering liquid and sweet aroma bringing a slight flush to the demon’s moonlit cheeks. 

“You.. ya remembered my favorite drink?” Angel’s voice was soft, cracking slightly as he looked up at Husk. 

“I'm a bartender, Ange, that's my job.”

“I mean, yah.. but.. thank you.” 

Husk shrugged, though the smile that shone within his eyes was far too prominent to hide. 

“Yeah, well.. looks like you had a rough night, as I said.” 

Angel nodded before taking a generous sip. The drink was expertly mixed and seemed to dance sweetly upon his tongue. 

“You got no idea.” He replied, giving Husk a lopsided smile. “Thanks.. for the drink, I mean.”

“Anytime.” The bartender paused before turning back to the glasses he had been cleaning earlier. “And if you ever wanna talk about your night..  anytime for that too.” 

He gave Angel a wink that only seemed to deepen the soft pink that speckled the demon's cheeks. 

“Alright, I ah.. might just take ya up on that sometime.” Angel replied, taking another deep sip of his drink before leaning back and smiling softly to himself. 

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[kiralaufeyson84]

New fic idea!!

Okay soooooooo I've recently been hyperfixation on Hazbin Hotel and I just so happen to be a simp of Alastor! And I just so happen to have a friendo who is also a simp and big fan of Hazbin like myself aaaaand she made a fic and that motivated me so imma be makin a possible fic series based on Alastor and his s/o (my oc named Angelica) trying to raise their daughter. How they had her will be in the story- Don't worry-

[musicprincess1990]

Sherlolly Appreciation Week - Day 4

For today, I went with the Sleeping Beauty AU, because ADORABLE. ‘Nuff said. It’s pretty short, but plenty sweet and fluffy. Enjoy!

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Once Upon a Dream

Sherlock’s breath came in laboured gasps as he raced toward the castle. By some miracle, he had come out of battling the dragon unscathed, and with that obstacle gone, now nothing stood between him and his goal. He sheathed his sword as he entered the bailey through the open portcullis, shocked at the scene he found.

Everyone, from the poorest peasant to the wealthiest merchant, was asleep. Some were comfortably reclined in their seats, some bent over wagons or shields, others lying in a heap on the ground. He even spied a dog curled up against its master, who was snoring softly. Not a soul, human or otherwise, so much as stirred as he approached, confirming his suspicion. It was magic that brought about their slumber, just as it had their princess.

Reminded of his objective, Sherlock let the sleeping villagers lie, and continued on his way. The castle was likewise filled with slumbering nobles, and even the king and queen, seated on their thrones, were utterly oblivious to the scene around them. He paused only a moment to observe, then carried on.

Onward and upward, he climbed, following the directions given him by the good fairies, until he found the tall, winding staircase that lead to the top of the highest tower. His body ached and groaned from the exertion of both the battle and the climb, but his pace never faltered. At long last, after seventy-two steps, he reached the top. There stood a door, and he took but a moment to catch his breath before pushing it open…

And there she lay, looking almost too beautiful to be real. The blue silk of her gown shone in the fading light, and he smiled at the white rose resting just beneath her folded hands. Her hair, golden brown and luscious, was fanned out over the downy cushion tucked under her head, and a hint of rouge painted her pretty, perfect lips. All that the image before him lacked was a blush to her cheeks, and her wide brown eyes smiling at him. Memories of their first meeting, of their subsequent evenings spent together in secret, of the love that had soon blossomed between them, came to the forefront of his mind and urged him forward. This was not the scenario he had envisioned for their first kiss, but he hoped to share many more in the future to make up for the less-than-perfect beginning.

Sherlock knelt beside the bed, his eyes roving over her face, marvelling once again in her beauty, before finally bending his head and pressing a feather-light kiss to her lips…

And she awoke.

He straightened and watched with baited breath as colour bloomed beneath her cheeks, and she drew a slow breath through her nose before her eyes fluttered open. She gazed unseeing for a moment, then he was granted the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “You saved me,” she whispered.

Sherlock took one of her hands and brought it to her lips. “Did you ever doubt I would?”

[cttncandytears]

midnights like this

The idea sent a zap of electricity through him; particularly in his shoulder, actually, almost as if—

“Shit,” hissed a familiar voice, jolting Will from his thoughts. His cheeks flooded with warmth as he looked up to see the very man he’d apparently just been daydreaming about. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shock you. Or startle you, either.”

“No, it’s okay.” Will slid his eyes back down to the table and immediately panicked. The sketchbook was still face up on the table, his once seemingly innocent drawing now feeling sinful and undeniably incriminating. He shuffled his hands to snap it closed before the guy could notice. “Sorry, I guess I zoned out.”

“No worries,” he said kindly. “I was actually just coming over to—”

. . .

A fluffy, cheesy NYE flash fic featuring College Byler meeting for the first time.

[nadearts]

Love the new Sybil attires~ 🧶♨️

Please go play Pseudoregalia

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[nomanisanisland]

@taakoCC 😻😻😻 june 2024

[albino-parakeet]

Just a working mom and her three beautiful kids.

No Timelapse cause I messed with the lighting wayyyy too much and it’s like a strobe light so here it is without the overlay:

[you-wanna-know]

This dress was everything

[hyperactively-me]

Gurlll. What if another big royal comes up to ghost and says basically ‘how much for ur queen’ … basically wanting to buy her off of ghost ? And he says she’s not for sale but he says “everything has a price”. Maybe he’s been stalking her and tells ghost that he knows her schedule and what she likes.

After that graves chapter I need more DRAMA and more borderline feral and protective ghost

oomph the dramaaa (also don’t mind me making up random ass characters and random ass places for this hahahaahaha)

warnings: time-period typical misogyny, stalking, man being a creep, physical violence

A new trade deal was being signed today, and a big one at that. You had been informed that an entourage of court members from a neighboring kingdom would be staying in Kastron during the duration of the final deal talks and signage. 

The arrival of King Valerian of Malcenite and his high-ranking entourage had been a spectacle you had greeted with the utmost politeness and grace. Simon had stressed the importance of the trade deal for Kastron, and you had been on your best behavior throughout their stay, despite a nagging sense that something was amiss. The trade deal was signed multiple days ago, much to everyone’s relief. Yet, for some odd reason, they’ve shown no signs of packing up to leave, even after already being in Kastron for over a week. 

“It’s been a week, and the trade deal has already been signed, what more do they want from us?” you whisper to Simon with a furrowed brow. “Their presence is starting to become…overbearing.”

He nods in agreement. Simon’s eyes reflect the same unease that gripped you. “I know, love. It’s rather odd…They’ve never given me reason to doubt them.”

“We should find out what Valerian wants, Si. I mean, it’s really bothering me—” 

Simon placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, interrupting your words. “You should get some rest. Let me deal with Valerian, dove.”

Your heart ached with concern, but you knew Simon was right. The weight of your responsibilities of the week had taken its toll, and you were exhausted. 

“Please,” he urges you.

With a reluctant nod, you allow him to take charge of the situation.

“Fine…but let me know if you need me for moral support. You know how I can get during arguments,” you say playfully, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

“I know all too well, love.” 

As you retreat to your chambers, the unease that had settled over the palace refused to dissipate. As you slipped into bed, thoughts of King Valerian’s ominous intentions gnawed at your mind, but you trusted in Simon's abilities to handle the matter.

As Simon shut the doors to your chambers, he signaled for two guards to stand watch at the door. With that, he moved swiftly to find King Valerian.

. . .

Ghost had found Valerian out in the gardens. The moonless sky felt oppressive, the air thick with tension. 

King Ghost faced King Valerian with an air of authority that matched his regal presence. Valerian's calculating eyes bore into Simon's, their unspoken conflict echoing within the stone walls. He wore a cloak of arrogance, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling confidence. 

“King Valerian,” Ghost began, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of authority, "we appreciate your visit and the successful trade agreement we've reached. However, I must ask about the purpose of your extended stay in Kastron.”

Valerian's lips curled into a sly smile, his fingers grazing over a bush of flowers. Your favorite flowers. “Your concern is touching, King Ghost. I assure you, my presence is simply a desire to further strengthen the bonds between our kingdoms.”

Simon's gaze remained unwavering, his suspicion growing by the second. “Forgive me, but your continued stay has raised questions among my advisors and my wife. We find it unusual.”

Valerian leaned forward, picking a flower from the bush, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. “Very well, King Ghost, I shall be forthright with you. The trade deal, as successful as it was, was not the only reason for my visit. There is something else I desire from Kastron.”

Simon's brow furrowed, his patience wearing thin. “And what might that be?”

Valerian's eyes glittered with a dangerous intent. “Your queen. I have watched her closely during my time here, and I have become enamored with her grace and beauty. Not to mention her fiery personality. It’s not quite fit for a woman, but I can always fix that. I believe she deserves better, far beyond what you can offer.”

Simon feels like his heart has stopped beating. “Excuse me?” he replied with icy resolve, no longer worried about offending Valerian. 

Valerian chuckles darkly, bringing the flower up to his nose. “The queen. How much for her?”  

Simon's fingers curled into fists at his side, his voice firm and resolute. “My wife is not a thing. She is not for sale. How fucking dare you.”

Simon's chest heaved with the effort of restraining his fury, and his clenched fists trembled with the pent-up anger he held within. He approaches Valerian angrily, sizing him up with a deathly glare.

Valerian's smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating stare. “Everything has a price, even loyalty.”

“I know her schedule, her preferences,” Valerian continues, emphasizing the flower in his hand. Your favorite. “I've followed her every move. All you need to do is name your price.”

In a flash, Simon unleashed his anger in a single, powerful blow. With a swift and precise motion, he delivered a sucker punch straight to Valerian's face. The blow sent the arrogant man stumbling backward, crashing into the nearby garden wall.

“Get the fuck out of my home. Deal is off. Never fuckin’ show your face here again, disgusting bastard.” 

Valerian, nursing his bruised face, was forcibly escorted back into the palace by Ghost. 

“You know I can do much, much, worse than a single punch. Don’t fuckin’ cross me. Don’t fuckin’ come near my wife and I ever again.”

Ghost showed no mercy, manhandling Valerian in front of the palace guards, who looked on with a mix of shock and confusion. 

Simon shoves Valerian forward harshly into the hands of a couple of guards.

“Take this bastard out of my sight. I want him gone. Now. He’s unwelcome in Kastron.”

. . . 

Inside the palace, Valerian's actions had been made known. Rumors always spread like wildfires throughout the palace staff, and none were willing to lift a finger to help him pack. Simon had made it clear that Valerian was not to set foot in the palace again, and the guards at the gate had orders to keep him out at all costs.

“I do not want the queen to find out about this blatant disrespect from palace rumors. Go about your work.” 

. . .

Simon’s fury began to subside, replaced by a deep concern for you. He knew he needed to speak with you about the incident before the palace gossip reached your ears. 

Simon quickly made his way to your shared private chambers, where you were engrossed in some needlepoint. Knocking softly on the door, he entered to find you hunched over in your sitting chair, your brow furrowed in concentration. You had recently taken an interest in learning needlepoint, taking time to practice simple designs in your spare time. You look up for a moment, but go back to focusing on your work. You do a double take when you notice the worry in his expression. 

“What’s wrong?” you inquire, your voice gentle but tinged with concern. 

Simon sighed deeply and closed the door behind him, anger still coursing through him. “I…I have some…unsettling news, darling.” 

You immediately perk up, setting your needlepoint aside, focusing your attention on Simon.

“Go on,” you say, worry building up in your chest. 

As he recounted his encounter with Valerian, your expression shifted from curiosity to a mix of pure anger and disbelief. You stood up with a start, face pinched with hostility. You grab Simon’s dominant hand, the one he had punched Valerian with, and inspected his knuckles. Bruised. You drop his hand and look at him. 

“How dare he,” your voice trembles with indignation, your eyes blazing with determination. 

Your fingers clenched into fists, mirroring the wrath that had overtaken you. “I will not tolerate this impertinence,” you declare, your voice resolute. “To think that he would even entertain the notion of buying me like, like some piece of property. He will fucking rue the day he ever uttered those words.”

And with that, you swiftly make your way towards the double doors, throwing the doors open with a resounding slam. 

Simon watched in silence as you threw the doors open. Who was he to stop his angry wife? No, he would see this out. He knew that you were not one to be trifled with, especially when it came to matters of respect and dignity.

The palace corridors echoed your footsteps as you strode with purpose, and Simon hurried to catch up to you. He also was not about to let you be alone with Valerian. 

“Darling—”

You didn’t pause or slow down as Simon called after you. Your determination to confront Valerian had taken hold of you, and you were not about to let this insult go unanswered. Simon quickly follows behind you, slightly nervous to see how this would pan out. 

You turn to a palace guard standing alongside a wall. “Where is he?”

“Th– the parlor room, your majesty, he’s about to leave—” 

In a flash, you change directions, marching towards the parlor room where Valerian was currently being kept under guard. As you approached the doors to the parlor room, you could hear the hushed whispers and see the curious glances of the palace attendants. Two guards stood in front of the doors.

“Step aside, please,” you command, hands coming to rest on your hips. 

The guards look at you for a moment, then at Simon standing behind you menacingly. 

“Your majesty, he is dangerous—”

“I wasn’t asking.”

They look at you, then step aside, pushing the door open for you. You practically stomp inside the room, anger rolling off you in waves. Valerian, who had been sitting alone in a corner, looked up with a mixture of surprise and unease as you entered the room. The air grew tense with anticipation as you faced him, your eyes flashing with anger.

“You!” you declared, your voice carrying the weight of authority. “How dare you insult us?”

Simon raises his eyebrows at your forwardness, but chooses to stay silent, crossing his arms over his chest. Valerian eyes Simon wearily before facing you. Despite being confronted by your fury, he couldn't resist the urge to maintain his arrogance. He rose from his seat slowly, deliberately. You don’t back away. 

“Insult you?” he retorted. “Oh, my dear queen, it was merely a business proposition. I thought perhaps you might appreciate the opportunity to upgrade from this provincial life.”

Simon immediately takes a few steps forward, anger seeping back into his bones. He couldn’t bear to see him speak to you in such a way. But, ever steadfast, you persevere. Your fists clenched at his ignorance, and your anger surged anew. Simon watched with growing amusement, knowing that Valerian's arrogance was pushing you to your limit.

“How deluded you must be,” Valerian continued, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “To think Ghost could satisfy your desires with his meager offerings.”

The room seemed to vibrate with tension as you struggled to contain your rage. Your eyes locked onto Valerian’s, and in a flash, you lashed out. Your fist connected with his jaw with a satisfying thud. Nowhere near close to Simon’s force, but it was yours. 

“Yeah, thought a weak woman such as myself wouldn’t retaliate?” 

Valerian's smirk vanished as he held his aching jaw, shock overtaking his features. The room fell into stunned silence, the guards wide-eyed at the unexpected turn of events. Simon suppressed a smirk, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for you, who had defended not only her own honor but also his own. Fuckin’ hell.

You march up to Valerian and grab his ear, yanking him down to your level. “My husband has been nothing but kind to me. Your suggestions of him being incompetent and a monster is far from the truth. He is one of the most loyal and honorable people I know. You’ll never be a third of the man Simon is. And I'm not a piece of meat for you to enjoy, you sick freak.” You let go of his ear. “Stay away from me. Stay away from my husband.” 

And with that, you turn out of the room. Simon stands there, gives Valerian a once over, then turns out of the room in silence. 

Simon turns to a couple of guards. “It’s time for him to leave. Remove him from Kastron.” 

With a bow, the guards turn to forcibly escort Valerian out of Kastron, forever. 

As Simon turned, he caught a glimpse of your gown turn the corner back to your chambers. He follows behind you once more, practically running to catch up to you. 

“Darling, slow down–” he calls out, and you stop in your tracks, turning to face him. “He’s gone now—” 

You stand there, your chest heaving as you fight back the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. The adrenaline from your confrontation still courses through your veins. It was a distressing experience, but you know you did what was necessary to protect your honor and your marriage.

Simon reaches you, his concern deepening as he takes in your flushed face and labored breathing. He gently places his hands on your shoulders, his eyes filled with worry. “Dove, are you all right? That was a brave thing you did back there…”

Your lower lip quivers for a brief moment, and you summon every ounce of your strength to hold back the tears threatening to spill. Crying in front of Simon is something you've never done before, and you're uncertain about how he would respond.

Simon notices the struggle within you, his eyes fill with empathy. He gently reaches out, his fingers softly brushing away a stray tear that escapes down your cheek. His touch is warm and reassuring, and he leans in to plant a tender kiss on your forehead.

“I– I’m fine, just frustrated, is all…I couldn’t stand by and let him insult us.” 

Simon’s expression softens as you move to hug him, pressing your wet cheeks into his chest. His strong arms wrap around you, offering comfort. “You're the strongest person I know,” he murmurs into your ear. “I'm so proud to have you as my wife.”

You hold onto Simon tightly, taking comfort in his strength. “I love you,” you whisper, feeling a sense of security in his arms.

. . .

Simon held you close that night, his arms wrapped protectively around you as you both lay in the comfort of your bed. The events of the day had taken an emotional toll on you, and you found solace in his warm embrace.

Pressed against his chest, your head rested on his shoulder, and his fingers traced soothing patterns on your back. In the silence, broken only by the gentle rustle of bedsheets and soft breathing, you felt the weight of the world slowly lifting off your shoulders. The words you'd spoken to Valerian, the confrontation, and the emotional release afterward—all of it seemed like a distant memory now.

Simon’s heartbeat, steady and reassuring, echoed in your ear, lulling you into a peaceful sleep. Wrapped in his arms, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you had a partner who would always stand by your side.

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(masterlist)

[happikattwuzheere]

werewolf in a happy hoodie

[loaffab]

Brush test w aven

[ds-warriors-designs]

Finally finished the PO3 sibs ✨

[rayix]

HII

I drew your oc cuz they are so silly

NERF ARE YOU SERIOUS?? THIS IS SO CUTE!!! LOOK GUYS! LOOK AT THE LITTLE CHAOTIC BASTARD!

MY SILLY BOY! You made him so fluffy 😭 Everything in your style turns out so nice TY I LOVE IT SM I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH UGHRJRJGRGR

[nadearts]

Can you tell I liked Pseudoregalia? Some Sybils I'll finishing soon~ ☕️

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[tiger-lily-55555]

Rainy Day Reading

An Art Attack for @vulturereyy of their oc Éclair! I had a lot of fun drawing her!

[theinfinitedivides]

recently every time i read an Aldis Hodge interview and he's geeking out like 'i got married!!!!! i have a kid!!!!! i'm going to be in [insert title of next coolest project here]!!!!!' my thought process is just 1. congratulations, ofc you're geeking out (as you should) and 2. do you need a third