#☀️ you are my sunshine ☀️

[nygelborkmeowface]

💠 when i was just a boy...🙎‍♂️

About

REMADE 1/12/23

Hi! I'm Ramsey (he/she/cloud/they*) a multifandom selfshipper! I'm 19 years old, queer, polyamorous, and ~neurospicy~. I mostly selfship with Nygel Bork Meowface from Truly, Madly, Autistic but I also selfship with others. Send me posts and asks about my F/Os!

*they for friends/mutuals only

💠 a foal if you will...🐴

DNI (Do Not Interact)

-like irredeemable media (stev.en univ.erse, hazb.in hot.el, goo.d om.ens, our fl*g means d**th, vol.tron*)

-anti-neopronouns, believe transandrophobia isn't real, cis people*

-pro harassment

-racist

* ok if we're muts

💠 they bullied me...🔗

F/Os

Nygel Bork Meowface** 💍💒Married on 12/25/23💒💍

Miles Edgeworth* ❤️Anniversary on 1/1/21❤️

Jesse Pinkman** 💖Anniversary on 5/3/22💖

Wallace Wells* 🖤Anniversary on 11/29/23🖤

Kurapika Kurta 💛Anniversary on 3/12/21💛

Alhaitham 💚Anniversary on 2/14/23💚

Dazai Osamu* 🤎 Anniversary on 4/11/22 🤎

** dni if you also selfship with them

* ok for friends/muts (ask to follow if you also selfship, its probably okay tho!)

💠 for being a serbian horse...🐎

Other

Please tag any Nygel ships that aren't with me! I have them all blacklisted but you can also tag ramsey dont look!

Discord: [EDITTED] Due to harassment I'm no longer publicly posting my Truly, Madly, Autistic Discord server link. Dm off anon for the link! DNI IF YOU ARE ASSOCIATED WITH @spamton2

[across-every-universe]

I don’t talk abt him a lot bcs he’s a little on the backburner right now, but I felt like bringing up that I have a queerplatonic f/o as someone who is capable of both romantic and sexual attraction.

At first, I thought he was a romantic f/o. If I wanted to be his life partner, then I must be attracted to him like that, right? Then I realized I mostly enjoyed imagining the period where we were “meant for each other, but figuring things out” more than I enjoyed imagining us after we became official. The sexual stuff just felt forced, and I thought I was just falling out of love with him.

The thing is, I loved him very much, and he loved me, we just had the *type* of love wrong. In many ways, we might look like a romantuc couple — we’re married and in an exclusive relationship, we love hugging and cuddling each other, and we go on plenty of dates. On the other hand, we don’t kiss each other, we don’t sleep in the same bed, and ultimately there’s no romantic aspect to our relationship.

And I’m not aroace! It just goes to show that no matter who you are, aro or not, romantic love is *still* not some Ultimate Final Form of loving someone. Soulmates can take many forms, and platonic is one of them. And I’m so glad that’s a lesson I learned, because I wouldn’t give up my relationship with him for anything.

[loveydoveylex]

I want to give him all the love he could ever ask for ❤️

[jolalibrary]

img credit: Pinterest

[savingsallow]

To my sweetest wife bean for her exam session:

You can do it, sweetie! ❤️😘

AAAAAA IF IT AIN'T MY SWEETEST WIFE BEAN 🥺❤️‍🔥 THANK YOU!! 🫂✨

i have exams until friday so in the meantime i'm drowning with my reviewers 🫠 but thank you for the cheers! 🎉

here's a quick doodle of this big babie that i did in between my reviews:

— sending much love to everyone!! ❤️‍🔥

drawing reference

[astraseraph]

[the-star-and-the-smols]

Feeling small

This is essentially just me writing g/t comfort for myself involving my sizeshifter s/i (Cass, she/they) and Sean because I'm a nerd who likes to be comforted by big Irish outlaw okay

Basically the first time he encounters me smal

(completely sfw! Just fearplay, a bit of angst, fluff and comfort :))

All it took was a few words, making my head feel thick, sending a chill through my veins. I found myself dwindling in the worst place I could possibly imagine: Van Der Linde camp. I ducked behind the tents as my stature escaped me, feet becoming inches within seconds, my little legs running as fast as they can carry me onto the shore of Flat Iron Lake. At that moment, I felt the desire to just bury myself under the dirt and hope for some quick and painless mercy.

"Cass! W-where'd ya go?"

I heard him calling out for me.

"Cass? Mary-Beth, have you seen Cassie?"

"I'm afraid not, Sean. Why?"

"We were just chattin', and she just... ran off!"

"I'm sure she'll come around, Sean. Just give her some space."

"But.." He sighed. "I'm real worried about her. I think she was cryin'. I just... wanna make sure she's okay."

My lungs ached. I heaved, panted, gasped as I collapsed onto the ground, a mixture of sand and dirt. I desperately tried to ground myself enough to stay conscious.

Steady. Steady. Breathe.

With no clue of what to do or where to go, I attempted to right myself long enough to get bearings on my situation, standing on wobbly knees. Luckily this part of camp was quiet in the evenings, less of a chance to get trampled.

Thump. Thump.

Oh no.

My knees buckled as I fell to the earth once again, trembling. Stop trembling. Stop it. You're making it worse.

My legs weren't working anymore; they'd long been tired out from sprinting and the panic that seeped through them.

Thump. Thump.

My vision doubled. I grabbed at my hair, clawed at my skin, anything to get me awake from this nightmare. My lungs felt like popped balloons, the ground quaking beneath me with each gargantuan step.

Thump. Thump.

"What the fuck?"

I dared to look up, his once unintimidating form now stretching far above me like a tower, growing smaller in the distance. I felt the world spin as I looked upon his face, etched with concern and awe, bent over above me, what felt like dozens of feet high.

"That you, Cass?"

His voice boomed all around me, the slight shuffling of his feet against the ground like tremors. I swallowed hard. God, what was he going to do? What was he going to say? What was he thinking? Horrific images flashed through my mind uncontrollably; I was completely at his mercy. Memories of being chased after, mishandled, dehumanized.

I nodded slightly, not daring to make eye contact.

He slowly lowered himself to his knees, the impact making me wobble.

"It's alright. I just wanted to check on ya. You okay?"

I shook my head, staring at his hands, watching their every movement. as his hands slowly reached out toward me, I flinched, stumbling back, getting a view of his face. How sympathetic he looked right now, mouth slightly agape, hands pulling back in surrendered position.

"I-I won't hurt ya, I promise! I just want a good look at ya, please. Make sure yer not hurt."

I couldn't break away from those eyes. His irises were magnificent pools of green, the whites of his eyes slightly reddened with emotion. I could almost detect tears pooling at the corners. I couldn't run from them forever.

"'Course, if-if ya don't want to-"

"Okay," I responded, sighing up at him. "Just... Just be gentle with me, please. I'm fragile right now..."

He pursed his lips.

"Of course I will."

He reached out again with one hand, this time more slowly, holding it in front of me with slightly curled fingers. I attempted to stand, pushing myself up with my hands, turning over onto hands and knees. Shoe making contact with dirt, I pushed against the ground, my leg wobbling, feeling my knee buckle under the pressure.

I couldn't do it.

"My legs are all worn out," I managed to choke out, trying to hide the desperate whimpers that come with my sobs.

"Tha-That's okay,"

he spoke in an almost whisper.

"Just- could I pick you up?"

Seeing no other choice, I nodded.

"Here, let me just..."

Fingers thick as logs reached around my small form, delicately gripping at the sides of my waist, firm but soft. I felt myself being lifted a few inches above the ground, and another hand came to lay flat below me as I was lowered onto it, my legs coming to rest in a cross shape as I sat down on the dip of his palm, the squishy flesh surrounding me comfortably. The hand cupped around me, fingers curling over me as I felt my platform rise.

Wind thrashed against me, whipping at my hair and coiling in my ears with a strange sound as he rose to his feet. I steadied myself with my hands on the soft of his palm, finding a certain comfort with the sensation. He cupped his other hand over me, shrouding me in darkness. The rays of the moon crept between his fingers, dancing across my miniscule form and the living floor and walls that embraced it. With each step he took, a soft boom and a small quake. I appreciated the security he offered me, though I wished I could see where he was taking me.

"You're goin' to be okay."

I was taken by surprise, noticing the gentle, deep rumble of his voice through his hand as he cooed softly. Knowing he couldn't see me, I gave his hand a gentle pat to let him know I appreciated the sentiment.

I sensed us nearing our destination as he turned around, and my platform shook one final time as he sat, gently lifting his hand away, exposing his face.

"There now, that ain't so bad, right? I need to get a good look at ya, make sure this ain't another one o' them weird dreams I keep havin'."

He cupped his other hand next to the one I occupied, lifting me up close to his face. Every detail was so massive, so all-encompassing, so.. beautiful. Piercing eyes with dilated pupils looked down upon me, studying with an intense curiosity.

"So tiny,"

he whispered, almost in disbelief, his whiskey breath washing over me.

I backed up slightly, trying to take everything in. Though he'd done well in trying to comfort me, the intensity of his gaze really didn't make me feel any better; I braced myself for crude remarks or rough mishandling.

"Why didn't ya tell me you could shrink, too?"

I hesitated to come up with a straightforward answer for him; instead I thumbed at his flesh, my eyes averted to the calm lake beyond, grounding myself with the sound of the water as it gently lapped against the shore.

"Please, talk to me,"

he almost whimpered.

"It-it's just something I can do, same with me being able to grow. I didn't tell you because I know what people can be like when they see a weak spot in someone."

He adjusted his elbows, brow furrowing.

"How do ya mean?"

"Well," I sighed. "Let me put it this way. People ain't always what they sell themselves to be. Or they're all friendly, they hide the part of them that's cruel and sadistic until they find your Achilles' heel. Then they change, and they aren't so friendly anymore, now they've got something they can wound you with, to use to keep you in line."

I try to keep eye contact with him as I tell him. He nods.

"I see what ya mean, Cass... Really, I do,"

he told me earnestly.

"But I swear on me life, I wouldn't dare hurt a hair on yer head, long as I live. I ain't that kinda person. And don't worry about none o' them folks in camp. I won't tell a soul,"

he reassured slowly, hushed. There was more than a tinge of vulnerability in his speech, that distinct Irish twang becoming more pronounced with his emotions.

"Thanks," I replied. "Please don't."

He shuffled his hand underneath me slightly, leaning his head further in to be closer to me.

"You're safe with me. Don't you worry. I'll take care of ya."

His hand cupped around me in a comforting gesture. Before I could think, I found myself instinctively leaning into the flesh, plush and warm. I felt his pulse through his palm against my back, grounding and somewhat intimate, in a way that felt pure and genuine.

"I got an inklin' you didn't make yerself so little on purpose,"

he admitted earnestly.

"Tell me, what happened?"

I felt the skin on my arms go cold as he asked me. I didn't want to tell him it was him that made me upset. Looking up at those huge puppy dog eyes, raw with emotion, I felt as though I just wouldn't be able to bear the utterance.

But lying direct to those eyes would only hurt worse.

"Truth is, Sean, just in the moment, somethin' you said... I guess... rubbed me the wrong way."

As the words escaped my lips, they hung on the air, imbuing it with a surreal thickness. I didn't know what to expect. In truth, I trusted Sean, but there was something deeper, more sinister inside me that taunted me with a chilling imagery of crushed bones, bruised skin and cruel laughter as I waited painfully for his response.

He sighed, warm breath meeting my skin.

"Ah, Cass, I'm so sorry. I was jus' jokin', tryin' to give you a laugh. I didn't think I was gonna hurt ya. If I had, I woulda said nothin' at all. "

"And I'm sorry... Sorry I ran away instead of just being honest about it."

"You can always be honest with me. I understand. I just... I like to make ya laugh and smile. I love it when ya smile. In the moment, makes me heart feel lighter, it does."

He chuckled quietly, a sudden thumb on my shoulder sending chills through me, making me jump. His thumb retreated as he studied my expression with worry. I couldn't help but smile up at him, hinting at him to continue with the gesture, to which he complied.

"I... I like it when you smile too. I like to see you happy. But you don't have to be happy all the time for my sake, y'know."

"I know."

I laughed half-heartedly, tracing the lines in his palm with my finger. "Bet it was quite a surprise, findin' me like this."

"I'd say so,"

he chuckled lightly.

"If I'd've known it, I would've watched me bloody step! Sorry if I scared ya there, by the way."

"'S okay. You're making up for it now, I think." I grinned, placing a hand on his thumb, taking notice of every groove in his thumbprint.

He froze, his eyes growing wider.

"Woah..."

He wiggled his thumb back and forth slightly, my hand still steady in place. We both giggled, my platform quaking slightly. It was surreal, being able to share a moment like this with him at this size. It felt a lot more... homey than I'd anticipated.

"So, when do ya think you'll be able to grow big again?"

"Don't know. I can't control my emotional shrinking that well, either. Might be a while before I get the strength to grow back again. I'll have to recuperate."

"Well then, in the meantime, what's say we go and get you some food, then, eh? Sound good?"

"Oh, that sounds divine. What sort of goodies are we talkin' here?"

"Fruits and cheeses and wines, only the finest for my lovely wee lassie Cassie!"

His tone got bolder and more playful, gesturing with his free arm.

"Oh, you!" I groaned with a grin, banging a fist against his palm playfully. I loved hearing my name come from his lips, especially in some stupid silly affectionate rhyme.

"Dunno where I'll put ya."

He scanned his clothes for a secure spot to place me.

"Don't have any pockets on me. Except..."

He turned to look at the back of his jeans.

"No," I sternly replied, trying not to laugh but failing miserably.

"Fair enough,"

he laughed along.

"Wanna ride on me shoulder?"

"Sounds good!" I replied, the warm feeling of butterflies in my gut rising as he grinned at my response, familiar and intense. So long as it was with him, I didn't feel so small after all.

(might write more onto this l8r. No proofreading babey we suffer our mistakes like men)

[akiiairhead]

Every person who had played Mouthwashing or seen a play through of it, knows that Daisuke is sadly six feet under. But some people aren’t aware of the small details that foreshadowed Daisuke’s death.

Later in the game, pre utility room vent incident when Jambalaya goes to Swansea to take the axe from him, a few lines in, Swansea takes a swing at the big screen with the dead pixel.

The screen was showing the sun with an orange hue, basically sunshine as the picture below shows:

Swansea takes a swing and breaks the screen. I don’t know why but that’s something for me try find out, but Swansea aims his axe somewhat near the sun if not directly at it, breaking the screen.

This may be foreshadowing Daisuke’s death as after the vent incident in the utility room, a few seconds later, they laid Daisuke down on his mat (?).

Swansea tells Daisuke to calm down and a few other things. Like this:

… 😭😭😭

Then Swansea uses his axe to kill Daisuke to put him out of his misery.

He used his axe to kill Daisuke just like how he used it to break the screen.. which was showing the sun… shining

Daisuke was Swansea’s sunshine 😭😭😭

Swansea thought of Daisuke as a ‘do-over’ for his own children because he could never take care of them again, so he took care of Daisuke until the end.

This game makes me cry so much it’s not funny. Swansea and Daisuke, father and son dynamic is so real.

[natsuki208]

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away.

[across-every-universe]

F/O list!

Romantic:

•—Main F/O ���•

Kaeya Alberich [Genshin] — ❄️ knight in shining armor ❄️

•— Partners —•

Alhaitham [Genshin]— tag: 🌿

Simeon [Obey Me!] — 🕯️ the greatest story ever told 🕯️

Leviathan [Obey Me!]

Satan [Obey Me!]

•— Crushes —•

Welt Yang [Star Rail] — tag: 💫

Kieran [OC] — 🌘 burn them all down for you 🌒

Platonic :

•— QPP —•

Kim Jihyun [Mystic Messenger] — tag: ☀️ you are my sunshine ☀️

•— Friends —•

DiΙuc Ragnvιndr [Genshin] — tag: 🦉

Data [Star Trek TNG] — tag: 🪐

this one’s a secret — tag: 🌻

Familial:

•— Siblings —•

Charlie — tag: 🔭

[loveydoveylex]

I KNOW, I know, I've posted this clip here before. but consider the following: I am Gay and must gush or I will EXPLODE.

HIS DORKY LITTLE NERVOUS GIGGLE GETS ME EVERY SINGLE TIME. I STILL DON'T KNOW WHO VOICED HIM HERE, BUT HE SOUNDS SO ADORABLE AND I WANT TO PICK HIM UP AND HOLD HIM SO GENTLY AND HAVE HIM BECOME A FLUSTERED BLUSHING STUTTERING MESS IN MY EMBRACE. (I will be equally as flustered so it's okay we'll both be lovestruck goofs)

HHHGHGJGGNHDNBBFBFN!!!! CRYING!!!

[piperslovebot]

Hiya, Poorni ❤️! For the ship headcanon meme, question 28 for Beric?

28. Why do they get jealous?

Buddy has never really had a proper relationship nor has he loved anyone the way he loved Eric, is he can be a little territorial at times to say the least lol.

But when he talks it out with Eric and the latter reassures him he has nothing to worry about , things are more than dandy.

Eric would get jealous because due to everyone telling him he isn’t “good enough” for Donna the past few years, he wonders if he’s “good enough” for Buddy and worries that the latter will leave for “someone better”.

He and Buddy would talk it out, and Buddy would tell Eric how amazing he is and he wouldn’t want to be with anyone else and would also kick the asses of everyone who made Eric that way.

[whatever-lmaoo]

Okay so I’m kinda stuck and I need y’all’s help🥹 For my idea we have a surprise for Bucky but I thought it would be cute to give it to him during a date. However, I’ve got two different versions of how it’s going to play out in my head and my brain won’t let me move on from the first scene until I have it figured out🥹 I’m an indecisive queen, so I need y’all to choose for me😍

[wideminded-dreamer]

ope thought too hard about josh playing the piano and hurt my own feelings 🥲

[sp00kymulderr]

AWAKE SO LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO TO BEDDDDD HONEY sweet dreams♡♡ GO TO BEDDDDDDD

Hi my sunshine my love 💞

I was sleeping and then I woke up coughing cause ugh I’m ill 🤒 and then my notifs told me you’d posted and 🥰🥰🥰 I had to see.

I’m going back to sleep rn rn 💤

[unusual-raccoon]

we won today!!!!!!

AHHHHHH Harry out here supporting us!!!!