#I hope you like it though!

[the-cooler-kizy-art]

could you draw Calypso in my cowboy au please?

@cowboy-iliad-au

No problem, dude! Here is my attempt at Calypso in a cowboy AU!

[giggly-squiggily]

H2D ARE REALLY OPEN?!?! (I'm just excited, am not yelling at you lol)

Okayyy so ever since S3 I've been craving something with genya shinazugawa and I was looking for the right person to ask and I believe that person would be you :3

Hm.. I dunno how to ask this as if it were a headcanon lol- so uh could you do sanemi helping genya go to sleep after like a nightmare? Or something like that- slight fluff if that's okay, if not that's perfectly fine! I headcanon this just cuz well, we all know sanemi loves his little brother and I feel like if he was in the mood he would actually be "nice?" to him??

Feel free to decline this request ofc <3

🐸 - anon

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

YESH! (No worries excited/happy yelling is always welcome!) This got a bit more heavy then planned but eh- we're rolling with it! I hope you like it, Froggy! (And don't worry- I do have some Sanemi Genya tickly antics planned in the future if you were looking for that :3)

CW: Swearing, sick-fic (nothing graphic, just a fever), angst, Demon Slayer Swordsmith Village Spoilers.

“He has a fever- we want to monitor him overnight in case it gets worse. I know you don’t want to hear it but I figured I’d tell you while you’re here.”

Damn that Shinobu! Why’d she have to go and give him the Genya update? It was absolutely plotted- she knew once she said “Genya” and “Collapsed” in the same sentence he’d freak. He was originally going off to train with Tomioka, but now here he was- sitting by his sleeping, flushed brother with a bucket of cold water and rags.

Damn her and her direct attacks at his soft spots!

Damn Giyu for being so freaking understanding and wishing Genya better health!

Damn the small part of him that couldn’t walk away when his brother got sick…

“You freaking brat- who told you to overwork yourself like this?” Sanemi growled as he glared at his brother, expression softening some at the pinched look he wore. “Genya?”

“Mmm…n-no. No! Stay away…please…no, brother-!”

Sanemi felt his heart drop. Was Genya…dreaming of him?

“Please! Brother-brother! Don’t take him away! Please-” Genya was squirming in the sheets, fists shaking as they clutched the fabric knuckle white. He was sweating- definitely delirious. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes as he weakly called out. “N-Nemi! Nemi, where are you?”

“Shhh, I’m right here. I’m right here.” Sanemi moved before he could think, closing the distance between him and Genya as he clutched his hand. “I’m right here…Nemi’s right here.”

“N-Nemi?” Tears leaked, racing down Genya’s face. “Ne-emi, I’m so-sorry!”

“I know.” Sanemi squeezed his hand tighter.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I c-couldn’t..I couldn’t s-save you…”

“You did. I’m right here. I’m saved…You did good, kid.” Sanemi spoke, voice hoarse from the sudden lump in his throat. “Don’t worry…N-Nemi’s here.”

Genya took a few shaking breaths, eyes hidden by the wet rag across his brow. When he stopped moving and his breathing returned to a sleepy pace, Sanemi carefully replaced the rag with another, pressing the back of his hand against Genya’s cheek. It was cooler- still feverish, but better. Good- he’d be okay.

“You saved me more times than you realize, Genny. You’re one of the only reasons I haven’t rolled over and died yet.” Sanemi spoke, voice barely above a whisper as he brushed his brother’s hair back, the same way he did when they were kids. “So get better, and stop worrying so much, okay? I’ll…I’ll try to be better for you. I promise.”

The next morning, Genya woke up fever free and alone. Strangely enough, his chest felt just a tad lighter than before. 

“Huh… think I dreamt of brother last night."

[gen0c1de]

Requested by @callmecaspurr

I appreciate the compliment! I've been having a rough few months and this brightened my day! You look stunning yourself! This screen shot is from when you asked this on my other account @weirdwizardofoz so that’s why it’s here! I’m sorry it took so long, I have a lot going on in my personal life right now but I decided today I would do it since it’s been in my drafts for a few months! It also helped me take my mind off my life! Sorry it’s so short! I hope you like it!

Vincent Sinclair Fluffy/Regular Headcanons

TW: fluff, mentions dead body (not his or yours), Bo being an ass once, mentions of killing, please tell me if I missed anything!

Not proof-read

Requests are open!

His love language is gift giving and quality time.

I feel like his work with wax and his drawing abilities mean he also dabbled a bit in woodworking too.

If you are a jewelry person, he will make you jewelry boxes and holders of all kinds depending on what your style is.

He will make a stand for your rings after making a perfect replica of your hand but with the knuckles a bit smaller so the rings don’t get stuck on the mold.

At times when you’re in his workshop with him and you take a nap he will pull out his sketch book and he will make a sketch of you.

Hell, if he doesn’t have a victim or if he’s waiting for a victim to cool off he will sketch you out without you being in the room.

How much time he has determines how detailed it is.

He’s also pretty cuddly in a way.

If he’s sitting down in his workshop he will happily allow you to sit on his lap facing him.

If you fall asleep sitting like that it will melt him like the hot wax he has.

If Bo is yelling at you for any reason, Vinny will silently appear behind you like your damn shadow and he will stare Bo down.

Bo: “Damn it Y/N! Can’t you d-“

Vinny appears behind you staring at Bo with rage in his eye.

Bo, terrified but too “manly” to admit it: “Never fuckin’ mind…”

Que you turning around to see Vinny looking innocent and his arms open awaiting your embrace.

He stays up late at night working on his wax figure.

It melts his heart completely when he finally is ready for bed and he gets in and you wake up a little and mumble for him.

Your arms out stretched still mostly asleep: “Vivi… want cuddles…”

He’s done for.

If you get hurt he will become mama Vin, patching you up calmly and planting a kiss to wherever got hurt.

If you’re crying he will be there with your favorite snacks and some tissues, be prepared cause y’all will be cuddling and watching your favorite movies/show.

If you also enjoy art you’re definitely more than welcome to help him with his wax figures as long as you don’t mind the dead body.

Would rather you not go out and help Bo with the tourists, but if you really want to and you know what you’re doing then he won’t stop you.

If you like to do hair and wanna play or style his hair, let him know first so he doesn’t get startled by you.

Will happily walk around the house with his hair done up all pretty.

He also has tons of masks that he made, but the one he wears all the time is his favorite because it looks the closest to him.

So if you take a mask and put on some nice makeup, he won’t mind.

Just ask if you can first.

He can nearly never say “No” to you.

Y/N: “Vinny…? Can I paint your nails?”

Vin nods.

Y/N: “Can I draw in your sketchbook? I’ll draw something small in the last page so I don’t take up your sketchbook.”

Vin nods and makes a mental note to get you sketchbooks.

The only time he will say “No” but without actually saying it:

Y/N: “Vivi? Can we get a pet? Please?”

Vin using sign language or writing in his notepad: “We have a dog.”

He will probably get you a small pet in secret.

Will happily make you matching bracelets or something like that, so you have something of his and he has something of yours.

If he’s been gone all day and it’s late when he gets back and you’re holding his pillow or in his shirt?

Gone.

He is GONE.

Gets flustered and giddy when you pepper his mask in kisses.

When he finally allows you to see his actual face, please pepper his face in kisses.

If you’re making dinner and he is done with work he will come up to see you and wrap his arms around you and plant his face in your neck.

He misses you when he hasn’t seen you all day, he has messed up a few things because he was thinking about you and not paying any attention.

Has a few drawings and paintings of your eyes and your eye color, he loves the color.

Doesn’t matter what color your eyes are, he loves them.

Loves holding your hand!

Seeing your hand in his and seeing the sizes between them!

[greenconvor]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Savage Opress & Ahsoka Tano, Darth Maul & Ahsoka Tano, Darth Maul/Ahsoka Tano (eventually)

Summary:

In a universe where The Wrong Jedi arc occurs before Eminence, twenty year old ex-Padawan Ahsoka Tano finds herself taking Obi-Wan's place on a mission to save Duchess Satine. In doing so, she inadvertently saves an enemy, unlocks powers she never knew she had, and finds companionship amongst the unlikeliest of people. Somehow, things take a turn no one could have predicted.

[morsartis]

Nightmares Marvus x Reader

Heart trying to escape out of your throat you sat up in your bed breathing hard. For a moment you could still hear the sounds of the alarms on your little rocket ship blaring in alert as you crashed into Alternia’s surface. But as you began to wake more you realized you were safe- Alternia long behind you. Trembling from adrenaline you shakily threw off your blankets and slipped out of bed. Your legs felt weak, fawn-like as you wandered out of Marvus’ guest room. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what had triggered the nightmare. It had been years since that night, you weren’t even on Alternia anymore. Trying to calm yourself you stumbled into the kitchen and took a seat at the island. It was nothing. Nothing at all. You had experienced much worse than the shuttle crash since then and came out on the other side. Out of all the nightmares you had had since then it baffled and frustrated you that the crash was the most frequent of all. Behind you was the shuffle of feet and you nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned to find Marvus shuffling into the kitchen.

“Hey lil buddy was up?” He asked tiredly, voice gravelly from sleep. Guilt over waking him nearly choked you. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You spoke softly.

“Nah, don’ worry bout it. What’s wrong? Y’look like you seen some shit.” 

“It was just an old nightmare. Nothing I can’t handle.”

That just made Marvus frown as he came to sit beside you, dragging his stool close enough your knees brushed. 

“Wanna talk bout it?”

“Not… Not really.”

Marvus sighed, reaching out to lay his hand on your leg in a soothing gesture. His thumb rubbed at the exposed skin, his cold hands remarkably grounding as you fought down the shivers of phantom panic. 

“I know I ain’t yo diamond or nothin’ but you do be knowin’ I still care bout you right?”

“Of course.” 

“But you still don’ wanna talk bout it.” 

“Its an old nightmare Marvus, comes back up every once in awhile. But its over now. That’s what matters.” 

“Still hurtin’ you somethin’ fierce though.” 

“Marvus.” You sighed. He glanced away with a clear scowl before shaking his head. 

“I don’ like seein’ you this worked up. ‘Specially when there ain’t a damn thing to do bout it.”

“I know. I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t.” He spoke voice surprisingly firm, you glanced up at him to find him staring at you intently, almost angrily, “Don’t apologize. I don like the thought of you jus’ hidin’ away til your thinkpan’s on straight. Ain’t right.” 

“People have nightmares all the time.”

“Yeah? Well you ain’t jus’ people to me.”

You could feel the tears burning at your eyes, the stress of your nightmare rearing its ugly head. For a brief moment it was as if the deafening screech of metal was all around you again. Taking a deep breath you placed your hand on top of his. 

“Thanks Marvus.” 

His other hand came up to carefully wipe the tears from your eyes. Movements gentle as his thumb caressed your cheek. 

“What can I do?” He asked after a moment when the tears just kept coming. 

“I don’t…” More tears welled in your eyes blurring his face, “I don’t know.”

What a terrifying thought. The realization you didn’t know what would make you feel better at all. His hand brushed across your cheek again, then past it until he was carefully cupping the back of your head. He tilted you forwards as he leaned down until your foreheads were touching.

“That’s okay. Lemme jus’ take care of ya.” He spoke, voice soft. He tilted away from you to place a kiss to your scalp. “Don’ worry bout nothin’.” 

A shuddering breath left you as he deftly moved to lift you into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck you buried your head in his shoulder. Tears were burning at your eyes, trailing down your cheeks more insistent than before as you wrapped your legs around his legs. 

“I’ve got you. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ get you tonight, babe.” Claws rubbing soothingly up and down your back you allowed yourself to cry openly. Sobbing without restraint into his shoulder as he carried you back to bed. He wouldn’t shush you, the comfort he offered was different than what Polypa offered as your moirail. But it was more than you expected to receive and genuine. So very genuine. You knew he’d cleave the world in two if you asked and it terrified you as much as it soothed you. 

But tonight you could admit that it was what you needed. To know you were safe, to know you were loved, it was enough.

[theredplague]

It is done! @actionjackson-org here is the fursona drawing, I had fun drawing them!

I didn’t notice until after I finished that in the reference they didn’t have a tail 😭😭😭 I’m sorry!

[the-drunken-huntsman]

I know you did Vilkas, but Farkas is not a carbon copy of his twin. He is gentle, Kodlak describes him as too softhearted in him journal. So, cuddly friend-shaped Farkas?

"Some people don't think I'm smart. Those people get my fist. But you, I like."

Farkas moodboard

[thealternateinfectionau]

Ruth's medicine

Thatcher wakes up in his bed and looks at the time. It’s about 7am. He sighs and gets out of bed. It’s always the start of the routine: Give Ruth her medicine, talk with Ruth and move on with his day. He doesn’t mind though. As long as she is doing well he is happy. He walks into her room where she is found on her bed, sleeping peacefully.

“Ruth…” He says, shaking her. “Wake up…”

She wakes up and looks at him. It’s hard to tell if she was smiling or not because of the mask though. 

“W-What….what is it? Is it time for the medicine already?” She asks Thatcher. 

“Mhm.” he pours the syrup into a cup and hands it to her. “C’mon, you gotta drink this. It helps you.” 

“It tastes really bad. Do I have to drink it?” She complains. God, she sounds like an eight year old.

“Yes, Weaver. You have to. It’s really not that bad.” Thatcher says, as he takes the mask off, slightly annoyed but concerned at the same time. She sighs and drinks it in one gulp. She grimaces at the taste. “Goddamnit…”

“It’s for the best, Weaver.” Thatcher says. He sighs and comes up with an idea. “Hey, how about this? How about we watch a movie together? Just you and me. Would that cheer you up?”

“....Sure. That would be nice.”

Later that night, Thatcher and Ruth were in the living room, watching any kind of movie. Thatcher let her have her mask off so she could eat. They eat popcorn, share a few laughs, all that stuff. Ruth then asks him something.

“Thatcher…why did you take me in? Why didn’t you run away from me like when you ran from that alternate…it…doesn’t make any sense?”

Thatcher sighs. “Ruth, I…it was still you. I didn’t want to leave you again…also, I'm sorry I did that..” 

“No…it’s fine. I would’ve done the same thing.” They both chuckle.

A while later the movie finishes and Thatcher takes Ruth to her room. He puts her mask on and is about to leave until Ruth speaks.

“Can you sleep with me tonight…? I’m sorry if it’s stupid but I just need some company…”

Thatcher looks at her and sighs.

“Sure.” Thatcher holds her close as they both fall fast asleep.

[seekforwarmth]

📷🌄🌈☕️

“You’re an angel, you know?” Liam said, playing with the cup of coffee in his hands. “For not giving up on me and for allowing me to heal and to be at peace with myself. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you and your support, Zee. I’ll spend all my life thanking you if necessary.” He looked down, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

“You don’t have to thank me, babe,” Zayn replied, a sincere tone in his voice. Liam looked at him again and saw the beautiful smile he had fallen in love with all those years ago. “I’m with you because I love you, I stand by you because I love you, and because I know the great man that you are. You’re not at fault, you know? Your mental problems don’t define you; they do not define us, alright?” He reached out to Liam’s cheek and pinched it. “Cheer up, though! Look at this incredible place! Let’s enjoy it while we’re here, okay? Don’t know when we’ll be able to escape to the mountains again.”

The two of them laughed as they continued sipping from their cups, watching from the porch of their cabin the majestic sunset in front of their eyes. Liam had seen it for a week ever since they arrived at their rental, and it never failed to take his breath away. 

“You know what?” He started as he placed his cup on the table in favor of taking his phone. “We should commemorate this moment. Let’s take a picture with the sunset and the mountains as the witnesses of our love.”

FANFIC DRABBLE EMOJI GAME

[inavagrant-a]

@bogachs | 💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship | prompt.

↳ Scaramouche & Pantalone.

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[heavyheavycream]

PART 1 of @pokefan-fa 's huuge feederism commission!

[ochiody]

preparations

based off this post by @letsplaythermalnuclearwar :)

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

btw, you can find these guys on inprnt! both as a pair, or apart :] You Choose.