#HE'S MELTING LMFAO

[the-nexus]

Squeaks.

@radiodaemon

Oh.

Oh no.

Alastor couldn't possibly expect Lucifer to remain composed after emitting such a precious, soul-stealing little squeak. The King's eyes were alight and he was unable to control himself. Hands squished the Radio Demon's cheeks together and the most unholy, un-kingly, unmanly squeal erupted from him.

"Oh my stars, that was so adORABLE~♫" He kissed those lips, his smile now ear to ear. "Do it again! Please do it again, honey!!"

Was this really the King of Hell.....?

[shaanks]

You'd been deep in conversation with Beckman for the better part of an hour when your lover sidles up behind you, leaning into the sound of your voice. Shanks says nothing, doesn't interrupt, simply presses a lingering, tender kiss to the crook of your shoulder, the scrub of his beard warm and familiar as he settles in against your back to listen.

You hum contentedly and lean back against him, hand dropping to rest over his when he wraps it around your waist; Beckman responds to you, the gruff man betraying nothing of his reaction beyond the slight glimmering of warmth in his dark eyes--he'd never admit it outright, of course, but he dearly loves seeing his captain happy like this, loves that his friends have found such joy in each other.

Behind you, Shanks shifts, something light like laughter rumbling through his chest and against your back at something you said. You smile and nestle into him a little more tightly, that seed of contentment blossoming into something more steady and full when he squeezes you a little tighter in return. His chin shifts against your skin until you can feel the softness of his cheek resting further out against your shoulder. When you turn your head slightly to kiss his chin, Shanks sighs softly, almost dreamily, breathing the same contentment you feel out into the air between you.

Beckman, sensing the impending loss of his conversation partner for the evening, lights another cigarette, hiding the curve of a smile behind filter and flame as Shanks lifts his hand from your waist to tuck your hair back behind your ear. Affectionate, gentle.

"Everything alright, love?" You ask him softly, sweetly, turning to properly look at him at last, sinking into the endless deep of his warm, brown eyes.

Shanks smiles at you, wide and easy, and nods against your shoulder before turning his head slightly to press another kiss there.

"Just wanted to be able to see you while you're talkin', darling," he says earnestly, unabashedly, complete adoration etched across his beautiful features. He feels it when you blush, even before the heat rises to your cheeks, laughing as you grin; he watches the way your nose crinkles in giddy affection, commits to memory the little peek of your tongue between your teeth and the way your brows draw together just before a soft peal of laughter escapes you.

Beckman kicks his feet up on the table and leans back in his chair, exhaling a plume of smoke up at the sky to give you a moments privacy when you turn in Shanks' grasp to kiss him, to slide your palms against his cheek and into his hair, to really hold him for a moment the way he's always holding you.

The conversation dies then, for a time, but not unhappily so, the silence and warmth that ensues just as comfortable as the talking had been. When Shanks folds you in against his chest, mission accomplished and well pleased, the thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear sings to you a familiar song.

You're home, you're home, you're home.

[vcrnons]

user vcrnons' last straw.zip

[crybaby-bkg]

holding Bakugou’s face in your hands and singing the cheesiest songs to him and watching him try to complain about everything even though he can’t help but love how everything sounds and how pretty your mouth is and admire how your lips curve around that one word. gets so entranced at the sight and sound of you, he doesn’t even realize how heavy his head has gotten in your palm, how low his eyes are, and how red his cheeks have gotten <3

[sturnioloho]

u look pretty

[wazzappp]

Personal headcanon indulgence: Lisa does figure skating. This girl is SO stubborn I think she deserves to put that energy into efforts outside of ‘get a date with the strange car guy in my class’.

[3416]

people wanting perry on the leafs are so deranged.

[feuqueerfire]

Ever since I watched DFF ep 12 yesterday, I'd be doing my regular activities only to be hit with "my fucking White D:" thoughts in the middle

[chronomaza]

A madman's messiah

Finally got a chance to draw this guy, yes, Neowise is scared of him :). He was also my sleep paralysis demon once 👍

[legendary-cookies]

(Source)

FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPD

[starlytenight]

Happy New Year, have some drunken/tipsy old men

[ranger-kellyn]

rewatched the serpent's pass last night to take notes for my fic, and all night right up until waking up, i just. couldn't get over how unsatisfying the sukka reunion was. even with my silly shipper goggles on, i'm just like. it didn't sell me, and I don't know how much of that is me being in all likelihood demiromantic, and how much of that was just genuinely lackluster writing :T

like, right before their near kiss, her whole “I lost someone I cared about. He didn’t die. He just went away.  I only had a few days to get to know him, but he was smart, and brave, and funny.” just...........Doesn't do it for me. it's so tonally different from what sokka had just said, and also like!!!!! you knew him for like A DAY!!!!!! you did not have NEARLY enough time to care about him like that please be real dlkjfhdkj

[mrsoharaa]

voice kink with Miguel, Geto or Kyojuro!! OMG H E L P P P ! 🫠🥴😵‍💫

[tempportal]

open starter. mutuals only.

"Let's review the golden rule of roommates, shall we?" Five shoots them a snarky, sharp-edged smile over the chipped rim of his coffee cup. "If it isn't visibly marked with your name, or stored in your designated space, it's not yours — and thus, it's rightfully considered fair game for anyone else who finds it."

He takes a long, slow sip of his scalding-hot coffee, stuffing his empty hand in his pocket and leaning loosely back against the kitchen counter, mostly to make sure they see how much of a shit he really doesn't give about this entire conversation. "It's your own damn fault you didn't lay claim to the last Pop-Tart, anyway. Go out and get more if it's so important to you."

[threnodians]

dude is almost always absolutely zonked out 😂 💕

[dcwnrisen-aa]

Lips pressed against sweet smelling palm used to cover his face and his mouth , reaching out with a gentle hand to his bare hand and wrist to his lips for her more kisses. Lids fall low as he hummed his capitulations against flesh, ❛❛ no , absolutely no kisses. None at all. ❜❜ already he's gone completely against every word he's spoken with a hungry mouth. ❛❛ then, let me hold you. ❜❜

His irritation deflates by increments, the pout on his lips still present, but he feels a whole lot better now. Could he be dramatic? Absolutely, but it's hard to stay upset, even though it wasn't by much. When it's Saint, that he's upset with. He stops his wiggling, leaning back against his beloved with a quiet sigh, lashes fluttering low over his gaze. Grayson will admit he's susceptible to Saint's, well... everything and that's why he's gonna concede. Not because the thought of being held made his heart flutter.

Leaning his head back against Saint's chest, a soft rumbling vibrates in his throat and he has the faintest urge to have the man curl around him so wholly that he wouldn't recognize where they ended or began. The very thought makes him smile, and he pinches Saint's cheeks, golden eyes glimmering as he looks up at him. ❝ ━ I'll allow that. Its the least you can do, ❞ He sniffs delicately, laughter on grinning lips. ❝ ━ Hold me, I love being in your arms, it's so warm and cozy. ❞ Hugs usually were but nothing compared to being held by Saint, nothing in the world.

everything is alright in the world. / @villain-he