#( i loved doing this one )

[busymatches]

a Ekko/Ezreal painting for @orewing <3

ty for getting me to draw them being cute together!!

[doctorsiren]

Wonderwoman mia…

You are so smart

[little-pup-pip]

Can u make a Spongebob one pleab??

Definitely!!

[bagog]

If you're still taking the reverse trope prompts, may I have too hot to cuddle for (m)Shenko? Absolutely happy to have Shaun featuring as well if the muse strikes but absolutely not required!

Sounds like fun! Lemme see what I can do:

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The air inside the Citadel apartment was crisp--frigid, even. Kaidan padded around the kitchen barefoot, wearing one of Shepard's too-small-for-him shirts and a pair of sweatpants, once in a while rubbing his arms to try to smooth out the gooseflesh there.

Shepard and he had planned on a staycation in their apartment while Kaidan was off from his duties, and so the fridge was well stocked. This wasn't exactly how they'd imagined it going, however.

"Alright Shepard," Kaidan called, walking up the stairs with several food items in his arms. "I've got marjan fruit, grape leaves, rye toast, and corn porridge. Any of that sound good?"

Shepard lay in their bed, looking bedraggled. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes, and a fine sheen of sweat made him look... sticky. The Ifter-Manatoit fever was not a good look on him.

Despite his husband listing off some of his favorite foods, Shepard stared blankly up at Kaidan, shaking his head. His throat dry, he rasped, "Sorry, I just don't think I'm hungry."

"Okay," Kaidan smiled, but there was a watchful caution in his eyes. "Well, I'll keep it all up here, just in case you decide you want something."

"I just..." Shepard cleared his throat, swallowing dryly, "Just want to sit with you, if that's alright."

Kaidan nodded warmly and set the food next to the bed. He fetched his book from the bedside table and slid into bed next to Shepard. His husband scooched over and laid his head on Kaidan's chest, hooking one leg over Kaidan's and holding him tight. Kaidan kept one arm behind Shepard's back, softly stroking up and down his spine, while he held is book in the other hand.

Shepard was asleep--or as good as asleep--in minutes: soft breath against Kaidan's chest. Kaidan could normally pass several hours like a sieve with the right book, but today he found his mind wandering.

It was like there was a radiator wrapped around him, cuddling up to one side. It wasn't till sweat dripped from his hair onto his shirt that Kaidan realized how much of Shepard's excess heat he'd been absorbing. He sweltered for another thirty minutes before gently shaking Shepard awake.

"Hmuh?"

"You're still burning up, Shepard," Kaidan placed his sweaty palm against Shepard's sweaty forehead as if to confirm. But when Shepard pulled away, the imprint of his body was left as a wet patch running down Kaidan's side, his sweats and t-shirt soaked. "I imagine its gotta be uncomfortable cuddling up like this."

"I already feel awful," Shepard declared, pitifully, "Worth feeling a little more awful to be... I mean... You are not awful. You are good. You are a good. You're worth it, you know?"

"Shepard, you're delirious," Kaidan intoned, but there was a bit of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "I have an idea, I'll be right back, okay?"

Once he moved away from the bed, the air conditioning of the apartment once again had him shivering as he made his way into the master bathroom.

A few moments later, he came back and shook Shepard awake once more. "Here, come with me. Shoulda had this idea two days ago."

Shepard stumbled out of bed, Kaidan supporting him under a shoulder like the old soldier needed a patch up. In the bathroom, Shepard stared down into the hot tub with a questioning look.

"Do... I smell that bad?" Shepard rasped.

"Ha!" Kaidan exclaimed. "No comment. But no, let me help you in."

"Too hot," Shepard shook his head. "No hot tub. Please?"

"It's alright, it's not hot. Just... temperate. Not quite cold, but definitely not hot. Lean on me, there you go." Shepard stepped into the water with Kaidan help and sank into the water. The sound of relief that came out of his mouth as he sat and let the water lap up and over his shoulders was pure relief.

Kaidan quickly peeled off his own sweaty clothes and tossed them in the hamper before carefully stepping into the cool water.

"Now we can still hang out and be comfortable," Kaidan said, but he couldn't keep the shiver out of his voice as he took his seat next to Shepard and put an am around his husband's shoulders.

"You... cold?" Shepard said, dreamily. "Nooooo. Here." He wrapped his arms around Kaidan beneath the water and laid his--admittedly still damp head--on Kaidan's shoulder. Between the heat radiating off Shepard and the coolness of the water, Kaidan stopped shivering and stopped sweating. Shepard snoozed against his shoulder, and Kaidan let his head fall back against the tile.

Shepard needed rest. Shepard needed to cool off. And Shepard needed Kaidan. Kaidan smiled to himself that--at least this once--he was able to give Shepard exactly what he needed.

[kumaronoa]

would you watch his movie? :3

[drailky]

Can we see more XChara please qwq🩵

as you wish, my fellow followers !!

MORE BOYFRIEND MATERIAL !!

[kodapopp]

sketchpage for @stardustfoxart 🐶

[lavendarlily]

21 for jazz and danny

THIS WAS SO CUTE AND FUN TO WRITE

21. holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

Jazz sat on the park bench, reading her book. She glanced up towards the playground to make sure her brother was still accounted for. Sure, she was only ten, but her parents were far too busy with their work to come out with them today, so they trusted her to watch over Danny. The park was only two blocks away, and it was the middle of the day. As long as they came home in an hour, they could keep spending their Saturday’s like this. 

Danny noticed her look up and gave a cheerful wave that Jazz returned. Most big sisters didn’t want anything to do with their little brothers, but Jazz loved Danny. It was them against the world. She knew, even at a young ten years old, through anything, she could turn to him, and she hoped he felt the same. But, he was only eight after all. He only cared about his toy rockets and looking at his picture books of space. 

At the end of the day though, she’d rather catch up on her latest novel than rough around with the other kids on the playground. 

After some time had passed, Jazz checked the silver watch her parents had gifted her for her last birthday. Time to leave. With a sigh, she closed her book and hopped off the bench to collect her brother. 

She watched him say goodbye to the other kids, then joined her side. They took the familiar route home, Jazz always keeping a careful eye on Danny, making sure he never strayed too far or ran off into the busy streets. 

They were coming up on their block, and he ran ahead slightly, before looking back to make sure Jazz was still in view. This street had a small brick wall, maybe a foot or so in height, that ran the perimeter of a large apartment complex. He dutifully jumped upon it, placing one foot carefully in front of the other. Usually, he waited for Jazz to help him up, but it seemed he was big enough now to do it on his own.

Still, Jazz’s instincts kicked in and she sped up to his side, grabbing his hand as she walked beside him. Even if he didn’t need it, it gave her peace of mind. After all, if Danny hurt himself, she knew she’d be responsible.

Even if her parents didn’t notice. 

They walked like this to the end of the block, Jazz still not letting go when they reached the end of the wall. Danny paused, and looked at her. 

“You can let go now. I’m gonna jump.”

Jazz considered it for a second, then let go of his hand and stepped out of the way. Danny performed a small leap off the short wall, but landed too far forward and ended up on his knees. 

“Danny!” Jazz cried, rushing to help him up. She quickly inspected his body, finding his palms and knees identically scraped up. Expecting him to start tearing up like most eight year olds would, she was surprised when he dusted off his shorts like nothing had happened.

They were Fentons after all, and Fentons were tough. At least that’s what her dad would say all the time. 

Determined to avoid any further incidents on the short remainder of their journey, Jazz gently grabbed Danny’s hand again, mindful of the cuts on his palm. 

“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” she said, leading the way home. 

doing drabbles from this ask game!

[srslyartsy]

Baby Betta 🐠 Paint Marker 🌊 July 25th, 2020 🧜‍♀️

BB🐝

[rottenette]

an art piece i did for a local band in which my friends are in :) (they put it on shirts yay)

[austajunk]

Junko with B3?

Join now! Just think of all the Despair we’ll get to before lunch. :)

[itsjaywalkers]

thank u very much zee and celia for the tag <3 @dykegore @deermessrs

type your name followed by “core” into pinterest and post the first nine pictures, with a quote from a book of your choice

You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough.

If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio

my dashboard is filled with ppl doing this so i’m not tagging anyone this time!! mostly bc i'm not sure of who's done it already and who hasn't.. but feel free to do this if u want (and tag me <3)

[mspaint-flower]

miku piemontese

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

(You can hear it here)

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[raggedytiger]

this is so bad but i permanently cropped the file so brutally that i can no longer edit it. whoops! also panels 4-7 were fully coloured but it looks better without for some reason. pomni (penny?) is such an ugly crier. i love my horrible failgirl accountant