#(I AM SOFT FOR THEM)
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chidraws · 12 days ago
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superwonder doodles!! I love them sm
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edelbleu · 1 year ago
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who says 'I love you' first
For me, it’s Nagi.
Reo will hold onto their friendship for as long as Nagi will have him, keeping his true feelings aside where he can’t get hurt again nor push Nagi away. So by the time Nagi asks him out, he’s been waiting long enough to know his feelings go beyond “liking" Reo.
Nagi says I love you in a lot of different ways. When he leans against Reo when they sit together. When he orders takeout from his favorite restaurant. Every time he praises him, even when he’s not around. Reo still needs Nagi to spell it out for him.
"I love you,” he says one evening where they’re watching a movie on Nagi’s computer.
“Aw Nagi, I love you too,” Reo answers with a quick smile.
“No, you’re not listening.” Nagi turns so that he’s fully facing him, waits until Reo’s doing the same. “I love you.”
Realization hits.
Nagi will kiss Reo’s cheeks and think about the contrast between his salty tears and his sweet, welcoming lips.
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icethewolf20025 · 2 years ago
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Warlock: I think, you believe in me more than I do
Crowley: You'll catch up. Life is difficult, but you are loved.
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halactic · 2 years ago
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Line work of Hatchet and Kazlis.
Listen… I am INCREDIBLY soft for them… and so is @slightly-gaming-obsessed !! I will ship them till the day I die.
‼️We need to get together and just type up their story on how they met… how they grow to catch those feelings for one another and then Kaz’s massive and tear jerking confession 😭💕 Let me know (followers) if any of you would be up for some soft lore.
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katsinspats · 3 months ago
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I think my copy of the game is broken they've been doing this for 30 minutes
Crop of the Biolizard edit I did bc it makes me laugh:
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cymk8 · 6 months ago
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comm of ye olde moonmaidens
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lotus-pear · 9 months ago
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hngghh domestic......
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fruity-hub-blog · 2 months ago
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If I had a nickle every time there was a morally ambiguous grey haired man who always wears a business suit with a red tie and has an affinity for the Packers Football team in a kids cartoon I'd have two nickles, which isn't a lot but it's weird it's happened twice.
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timethehobo · 16 days ago
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Needed some hug visuals so a scribbly with a ref. 🥺
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obihoebikenobi · 16 days ago
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Logan can't sleep.
It's too damn loud in the apartment. The sound of cars racing by, police sirens, whispers of the late night crowd wandering the streets from club to bar to taxi.
He can hear it all, sensitive ears picking up each sound through Wade's thin window panes. The flicker of lights doesn't help, adding to the sensation of too fucking much.
It makes Logan tense, makes his skin crawl, makes adrenaline course through his veins despite his attempts to tamp it down. For so long he'd been living in the outskirts of population, avoiding the influx resentful stares that came with cities.
So Logan can't sleep, hasn't slept, save for the few moments of overwhelming exhaustion dragging him over the ledge into the shallow depths of muted sleep. It's only ever for a short while, never long enough to cure him of the heavy-limbed pull of weariness.
Instead, he paces, watches raindrops trail down the windows, scours the apartment for something to fidget with until the first glimmer of sunlight replaces the dark and he can take the dog for a walk.
But of course, eventually Wade notices, because Wade notices everything.
Before Logan has a chance to protest, Wade has purchased a set of noise cancelling headphones, and an extra cot to shove in the corner of Al's bedroom which sits further from the busy street so he can try to sleep more during the day while she's gone and he isn't in danger of hurting her in his sleep.
Wade makes him a cup of warm tea every night, feeds Logan a full meal of pasta and bread, sets up black-out curtains and pulls them closed an hour or two before they head to bed. Wade takes him out on runs, lowers the temperature in the apartment a couple of degrees, runs Logan a bath a couple nights a week when he sees the anxious tremor in Logan's hands.
Wade presses himself close when they crawl into bed, holds him without teasing and Logan lets him do it without a cursory excuse.
It takes time, days and weeks, but it works.
Sleep comes, not easy but easier, and Logan finds himself relaxing into the schedule, into the grounding arms that curl around his side and pull him close under the sheets.
It's getting better because of Wade, the same Wade who looks at Logan like he hung the goddamn stars. Logan looks back at him the same way, because Wade is surprisingly gentle, and Logan hasn't felt gentleness in years.
There's a burning sensation deep in Logan's chest one night as he drifts in the hazy waves of interrupted sleep. Something like fondness, need, reverence, affection.
He decides to tell Wade in the morning.
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homeforclones · 8 months ago
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The difference between Season 1 and Season 3 of the Bad Batch
Season 1: Omega: Crosshair, can I have a hug? Crosshair: The audacity??? Of this Child??? Nothing would revolt me more than to show any kind of weakness to sate your neediness. Season 3: Omega: Crosshair, you're getting a hug. Crosshair: The charity??? Of my Sister??? Nothing would give me more joy than to be hugged by the Literal Angel that you are, though I am a lowly worm.
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the-odd-shu · 1 month ago
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Hey Hextech, is it gay to cuddle your co-workers?
A continuation of lab shenanigans.
Masterlist
Next part here!
Characters: Viktor, Jayce, Reader
(Jayce/Viktor/Reader) (POLYCULEEEE!)
A thread following the chaotic trio that is, laboratory illustrator!Reader, Viktor and Jayce being unsupervised in the lab.
Note; this takes place during season 1, and the reader is gender neutral with they/them pronouns.
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CONTAINS VIKTOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!
There's only one couch in the lab.
There are three desks, four chairs, one whiteboard, boxes upon boxes of chalk, and only one couch.
The couch which Jayce is currently taking a cat nap on and taking up all of the room of. The lab lights are dim, and Jayce looks so comfortable, sprawled out on his back, with his boots still on his feet, whilst his legs hand off the end of the furniture because he's just that fucking tall. He has an arm slung over his eyes despite the low light, and he looks stupidly adorable.
Reader is half tempted to turn right back around and try to find somewhere else to take a power nap. They can't be bothered to lock up their desk, and walk all the way across the academy, and then all the way home to tumble into bed. And their desk is a no no, since hey always wake up with a painful crick in their neck and Viktor's knowing grin taunting them for their bad choices.
The couch looks tempting though... and can they really be bothered to go wandering around campus looking for somewhere comfortable to sleep until their meeting later? The answer is no. No they cannot.
Besides, Jayce finished with the council over three hours ago, so he's had plenty of time for undisturbed rest. And clearly, if he didn't want to share, than he would have put his sizeable salary into finding another couch for the lab already.
Decision made, and sleep tugging at their eyelids, they shrug off their jacket, yank off their boots and carefully sit on the very edge of the couch near Jayce's hip. The worn cushion barely gives under their weight it is so old and devoid of stuffing. How Jayce is deeply asleep on the thing and continues to choose to nap on it since it was brought in, they had no idea.
There's enough room for them to gingerly lay down parallel to Jayce's body on their side. They're so tired, they hardly care. Everything aches. And Viktor isn't around to tease them for essentially 'cuddling' Jayce, which they clearly were NOT! Their back was to the man after all, with the cotton of their shirt barely brushing his jacket sleeve.
If they stayed still, he might not even notice. And they could have their nap and slip away without anyone even-
A sharp inhale of breath at their back has their body stiffening like a deer in headlights. Their tired eyes bug wide, and yet they manage to keep from throwing themselves off of the couch and taking the stupid nap on the hard, cold floor instead. Maybe Jayce won't even notice. Maybe they can pretend to be asleep already.
"You're going to fall off that close to the edge."
And oh fuck... Jayce's voice is deep and slurred from sleep.
Their mind screeches to a hault, when the couch shifts violently, and then an arm is winding over their side to drag them backwards. Jayce does not pull them into his chest, but he does give them enough space to be laying on their side comfortably. He's rolled onto his side too, and has shifted back towards the backrest to create more room. He retracts his arm, and his breath evens out.
Reader's mind spins. Jayce is a touchy kind of guy. Always pressing a hand to their shoulder when commenting on a sketch, or leaning up against their back in the kitchen with a quiet apology when reaching for something in an hoverhead cupboard whilst they're waiting for the kettle to boil.
He does it to Viktor too, so Reader know's it is just Jayce being Jayce.
They fall asleep like that, one hand under their cheek, their back to Jayce with a respectful pinkies worth of space between them.
Of course they wake up tangled together. Jayce's arm somehow around Reader, keeping them from rolling off the edge of the couch. Their head is tucked up under his jaw, and his breaths slowly ghost across their ear. It is the most comfortable they've ever been whilst resting on this couch.
Viktor is at his desk, when they decide enough is enough and they REALLY have to get back to work. Jayce audibly grumbles as they untangle themselves, before rolling towards the backrest and putting his back to the rest of the lab.
Viktor scarcely looks up from his work before offering a simply, "ah, you're awake. When you've finished cuddling, mind helping me out with-?"
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Viktor falling asleep at his desk.
Reader and Jayce have been quietly arguing over what angle, they should draw of a new project.
Viktor snores when he sleeps. Soft, barely audible puffs of air that are only really noticable when the debate dies down whilst both sides take a moment to breath and gather their thoughts for another round.
The sound draws both sets of eyes to Viktor's desk. Where he has passed out on his notebook, cheek pressed down against the pages, arms limp at his sides, and his cane leaned up against the desk beside him within arms reach.
Wordlessly, both decide to put a metaphorical pin in the argument, whilst Jayce steps away from Reader's desk and begins unbuttoning his waist coat, which has somehow become the unoffical lab blanket. Not only because Jayce is all to happy to lend it to either of his colleagues, but because it is big and warm and everyone secretly loves waistcoat priviledges.
On quiet footsteps, Jayce crosses the room to drape it over the man's shoulders. He doesn't stir, and the other two get back to their playfully fighting just a tad quieter.
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Reader not having the keys to get back into the lab, so they sit down beside the doors in the corridor to wait for Viktor or Jayce to come back. Of course, they fall asleep slumped against the wall, and Viktor and Jayce rock up together to find them. Viktor sighs, very put out.
"If anyone saw this, they'd accuse us of abuse." He mutters to himself, rummaging in his pocket for his keys.
Jayce bends down to rouse reader who was having a surprisingly good nap. They refuse to get up and just curl up tighter.
"Come back in ten minutes." They negotiate sleepily.
And Jayce is torn. They look really comfortable, but they'll certainly be feeling sitting on the floor later, so he's reluctant to just leave them there without a cushion at least. Of course, Viktor is quick to prod him along.
"Come on Jayce!" Viktor prompts. "If they're going to be a brat, treat them like a brat."
Which Jayce interprets as scooping Reader up into his arms instead of leaving them out in the hall with the lab door left unlocked.
Of course Reader wakes up immediately. Demanding to be put down, and squirming, Jayce just grins and hauls them inside whilst Viktor shakes his head at their stupid display. Jayce then unceremoniously dumping reader on the couch, and as tradition at this point, shrugs off his jacket to throw at their head.
"We should probably invest in a blanket." Reader grumbles, spreading the jacket over them as best they can before snuggling down.
Viktor deadpans. Somehow, he doesn't think the sentiment will stick for long. Not with his own secret love of waking up wrapped in Jayce's waistcoat, and not with Reader's visible relaxing form under the weight of the jacket, and not with the stupidly soft look Jayce is looking down at them with.
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Reader who drags Jayce down by his shirt collar or the lapels of his waistcoat to press a kiss to his forehead.
Reader who exclusively kisses Viktor's moles. As a rule they kiss both of them in farewell after a long day. On under his eye, and the other above the corner of his lip.
Reader who then has to go back to Jayce to bestow him with his second kiss because otherwise he pouts and demands that you play fair.
They're not dating yet...
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Lying in Jayce's bed after a rare evening of leaving the lab early. Sitting elbow to elbow up against the pillows, all three of them are reading books, and have changed into their night wear, with Jayce in the middle and Reader and Viktor on either side. Mainly because Jayce tends to roll a lot and will roll OFF the bed if given the chance, and Viktor needs easy access to his cane or brace at all times.
It is Reader who breaks the silence without looking up from their book. "Would you guys still love me if I were a worm?"
They feel two sets of judgemental eyes turn to zero in on them. So they play it cool and neatly turn a page. Their partners exchange confused looks.
"If it were humanly possible," Jayce started slowly, "maybe?"
"Absolutely not." Viktor firmly added.
Reader sets down their book offended. "Maybe?" They parrot back to Jayce, and then turn on Viktor who meets their gaze with a frown. "Flat out no!? Do you two even love me?"
"Of course." Viktor says calmly, "but if you happened to turn into a worm, I would not be best suited to offer you a comfortably, inhabitable environment, what with my long work hours and dangerous research. Therefore, it would be kinder to set your worm-self free, and let us both move on with our lives."
Reader stares back at him in betrayal.
"So you don't love me."
Viktor rolls his eyes at their dramatics.
Jayce tries to soothe them. "Well, look at it this way, it won't happen, so you won't have to worry about it-"
"Jayce, you both work with MAGIC!" Reader points out. "You have somehow turned magic into a power supply. There is a whole rune dictionary, and thousands of untold combinations that might very well turn the right candidate into a worm."
Jayce is at a loss for words.
Viktor sits back against his pillow and returns his attention to his book, "I still stand by my earlier statement."
Reader tsks and returns to their book to. "For the record, I'd build you both mud homes and take you everywhere with me. It wouldn't matter if you looked different, because you'd still be you deep down."
Jayce looks suddenly touched, and Viktor's hard expression softens a little.
"That is, surprisingly sweet, for such a weird conversation." The latter mutters, whilst Jayce leans in to land a firm kiss to Reader's forehead.
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BONUS AND SPOILER FOR SEASON 2:
For some reason, Jayce dragged Reader down into the Hexgate basement before the final fight, getting them to help him pull out all the batteries from the core whilst shit goes down on the surface.
And of course, final form Viktor comes to find them in all his robed, mysterious glory.
Jayce and Viktor having a fun little back and forth.
Reader: looking at final form Viktor with wide eyes.
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Reader: flushing under his intense golden gaze and ducking their head, fighting tooth and nail to keep from tucking their hair behind their ear like a school girl with a crush.
Final form Viktor: visibly amused, as he always was in the lab whenever he thought they were being stupid.
Jayce with horror in his voice as he follows Viktor's gaze to Reader: "No! Please tell me you're not thinking what I know you're thinking!"
Reader with visible guilt as they throw up both hands and motion to all of Viktor's tall, god-like glory: "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? HE'S HOT, AND HE'S VIKTOR! AND I AM MERELY A MORTAL!"
Jayce: "He is trying to kill us!"
Reader: "So? He looks hot doing it!"
Jayce: "Just focus! Please?!"
Reader: "Then tell him to conceal his itty bitty waist. I cannot focus right now, Jayce!"
Viktor: tilting his head as an unnatural angle with fondness in his voice. "It is refreshing to find that you still find my form appealing, even after such unnatural change."
Jayce just watching on in dismay: ...
Reader turning on him: "I TOLD you I'd still love you both if you turned into worms."
Viktor snorts in the background, whilst Jayce goes through the five stages of grief. He settles on dismay and points his corrupted hammer at Viktor's new form: "THAT is some sort of Eldritch being. THAT is VERY different to a fucking WORM, Y/n!"
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Next part here!
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marciaillust · 20 days ago
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bro fuck it im workposting. i did illustrations, i storyboarded, i directed. I did many cool things in 2024 and millions of people all over the world saw em. that has to count for something
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yubriamakesart · 9 months ago
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Shortly after uploading this I saw a post where someone mentioned how Mr. Qi is canonically a creepypasta character now. And like. Surely. If you've read my webcomic. You know I can't resist that.
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egophiliac · 3 months ago
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(breathing into a paper bag) FRALIO....
can't believe they gave us another guy. oh my god. so I guess Kelka is more, uhhh, more OOO then, and Fralio is Ankh? not that it matters too much, although they do seem to be doing something with the connected Riders so. who knows. anything goes! or if I may, anything gOOOes! god. of course they're the Ambition parallel. of course they are. oh my god.
fortunately there's nothing else they can throw at me right now that could possibly --
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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zivazivc · 1 year ago
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“Floyd, could you sing to me?”
The big brother looked up from where he was tucking the blanket under Branch’s feet. “Sure thing,” he said with a light smile.  “What would you like to hear? A lullaby?”
“I don’t know,” Branch mumbled as he nestled his head into the pillow. “You choose.”
Floyd could still see a crease of worry between his baby brother’s brows. He softly brushed a thumb over it in a silent reassurance that everything was going to be okay before he turned around to reach for their dad’s old guitar.
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I think Floyd would often sing to Branch to get him to fall asleep, usually the songs and lullabies their parents sang when the older four were still little.
I know in the movie it seemed like they all left right after their fight, but I like to imagine that they just stormed off to cool off and that they actually left in the following days. And that this was the last song Floyd sang for Branch that night. :')
Both Sides Now (specifically this cover by Voncken) Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They snow and rain on everyone So many things I would've done But clouds got in the way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's clouds’ illusions, I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancin' way you feel When every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughin' as you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions, I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now my friends, they’re acting strange They shake their heads, and say I've changed Well, something's lost, but something's gained In living life each day I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down And give and take And win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions, I recall I really don't know life... I really don't know life at all
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