#I swear I wanted it to be fluffy

[boba-beom]

my offering today is nerd!beomgyu who cant admit that he likes hearing u praise him and pat his head like a puppy 😁

stawp it right now omg I couldn't stop giggling during this cb live :< he's so cute ARGHHHH!!

I swear it's meant to be fluffy, but there's some suggestive undertones here. I can't help it when I see beomgyu, praise and puppy in one sentence 🫠

nerd!beomgyu who has a strong personality when you're not close with him, but over time you gradually attempt to upgrade from your acquaintance phase and eventually to friends at the very least.

nerd!beomgyu who silently sits in the library on campus and nods after you ask if you can sit with him—not looking up from his paper and you feel a little disappointed given that you dolled up a little more today.

nerd!beomgyu who chews the inside of his cheeks when you buy him food or his favourite vinyls when he surpasses the whole class on an end-of-sem test once again.

nerd!beomgyu with the piles of books on his desk and some scattered on his bed when he invites you to his place to study together, shrugging his bag off his shoulder and momentarily taking his glasses off after a long day. you hate to admit that you found him even more attractive than you already did.

nerd!beomgyu who blushes when you take your sweater off and it slightly lifts your shirt underneath, exposing your waist and just beneath your bra, only leaving him to hope that you'd wear a baggier shirt so he'd catch the view of it next time.

nerd!beomgyu who's stubborn and tells you to take his desk while he's on the floor leaning against the side of his bed, the both of you doing a few worksheets while he has his vinyl record playing one of the vinyls you got him.

nerd!beomgyu who stretches and you turn to see him, dishevelled hair shying over his eyes and his mouth ajar to let out a strained groan. that noise was something that would be engraved in your head until the late hours into the night.

nerd!beomgyu who asks if you're done with your worksheet, comparing answers but then noticing that you struggled on a couple, asking him to show you how he got the answers.

nerd!beomgyu who bites the inside of his bottom lip when you coo praises and pat his head, "wow, you're so good at this beommie. no wonder you're always at the top of the class."

nerd!beomgyu who retaliates when you accuse him of being into praises and innocent head pats. "oh you love this don't you?" "what are you talking about." "well the tent in your slacks says a lot, puppy."

nerd!beomgyu whose cheeks and tips of his ears are furiously blushing when you point it out and from the nickname, and now even more when you ask him, "want me to reward you with something else?"

nerd!beomgyu who squeaks out a "please." before you lay a light hand over his crotch. he loves being praised by you. he loves head pats. and most of all, he loves being your nerdy sub. and you know that too.

[eliashirsch]

icemav + kisses

[parisoonic]

after a long day

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

something about trust

Writing below the cut!

“How… does it feel?” Locus asked haltingly. Lopez shrugged. “<Weird. But I expected that.>” Locus hummed, his brow furrowed like he was lost in thought as he scanned Lopez’s face. Lopez grabbed Locus’ wrists, bringing his hands to his throat.  “What are you--?” “<One way to test it. Take my head off.>” Locus’ eyes widened, his expression turning panicked. He tried to pull his hands away, but Lopez held him steady. “<You are the only person strong enough,>” Lopez said firmly, giving the other no room to balk any further. “<If this synthskin doesn’t fix the problem, I want to know now, not later.>” Lopez could feel the way Locus’s hands shifted, his fingers flexing as he fought some internal debate. Lopez couldn’t read his mind, but the flicker of those marble grey eyes was telling as Locus looked at his hands around Lopez’s throat, then to his face and then back again and again. “<It doesn’t hurt, if that’s what all this fuss is about.>” Not strictly true, having his head removed wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling. But better to do it now, with some degree of control, than in the middle of a fight or an accident. The sensation of feeling everywhere his skin touched was strange though, the normally very localized sensors spread out across the surface of the synthskin. Was this how humans felt things all the time? No wonder they were so easily distracted. Neither of them moved. “You’re certain?” Locus asked finally, his voice little more than a whisper. Lopez raised an eyebrow and let himself grin just a little at being able to convey the sentiment properly. Maybe there were some advantages to the synthskin after all. “<I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.>” A nod, then the pressure. Lopez knew Locus was strong, for a human, but the feeling of his hands tightening around his neck and pulling at his jaw, the base of his metal skull…  His head didn’t budge, and the pressure eased. Lopez clicked his tongue, releasing Locus’ wrists. “<Good. That is one problem fixed, at least.>”

[triple-pupil]

So I heard that recently, the creator of The Backyardigans, Janice Burgess, passed away.

I loved that show and it's characters ever since I was little, still do to this day, it was creative and fun, I still love watching my favorite episodes and listening to my favorite songs.

I made a couple of doodles of the characters at least last year, so I'll try to find them (I don't remember where they are ): )

I hope she knew how her show impacted so many of us, even beyond the USA, and I hope she's resting easy.

[fisheito]

i wanted to see altaria rei then i started goofin around

[fl00f-rawra]

Some recent art of my sona. 2 of these are very obviously vent art lol.

[hawkwidows]

hiccup sobbing he's sooo pretty the marilyn monroe beauty mole is just the most perfect feature he's so soft and sweet and I am in tears about it once again

[nomsfaultau]

No tragic backstories don’t mean nothin which one is the biggest stinker. Heavy spoilers for The Lambs Wolves Wear anyways-

“Tommy” physically abusing and threatening Philza to bully him into submission/giving physical affection, frequently murdering people in Philza’s community in various ghastly ways, killing the livestock and razing fields Philza needs to not starve.

VS “Wilbur” obsessive stalker who offers to wear the skin of whichever family member (or Philza himself) that will make him love “Wilbur” the most, purposefully detonates the lie Philza depends on to avoid being eaten in a (failed) murder-suicide attempt, ‘helps’ by putting illusions to hide Philza’s wounds (meaning he has no idea how bad or even where they are to heal them).

VS “Technoblade” forcing Philza to watch his son die while desperately trying and failing to save his life, brutally ripping Philza apart piece by piece when he found out about the imposters and only tried to offer loving support (it was an illusion but “Technoblade” meant it and tries to kill him like twice more (three times if you count possessing his body and stripping Philza of bodily autonomy)).

VS Philza actively manipulating a bunch of heavily traumatized monsters by faking the affection they’ve never known, teaching them to be better people in order to make them more vulnerable to when he finally tries to kill them. Imprisonment, forcing a kid/monster back to their abusive environment, betrayal.

[corrodedcoughin]

Steve is giving Eddie a lift home, his van is out of commission until it stops sounding like a goat got under the hood and is mocking the driver from the inside. Anyway, car troubles aside Steve is driving Eddie back to his trailer. Eddie is giving him a run down of why he should watch Star Trek as Steve searches through the radio.

He stops as the introduction of blinded by the light comes on. Eddie isn’t a music snob but it’s obvious he gets a kick out of riling Steve up about his song preferences. He knows it’s coming so Steve gets himself ready to defend his choices when Eddie is turning it up. Steve thinks he’s done it, he’s finally cracked Eddie Munson into giving up the ‘metal is the only real music’ schtick he keeps up solely around Steve. He’s won!

Then of course Eddie subverts Steves expectations and is shouting ‘REVVED UP LIKE A DOUCHE ANOTHER RUNNER IN THE NIGHT!’ Looking so pleased with himself because of course he latches on to the song that sounds like the singer is saying douche. He’s banging his head and smiling at Steve, laughing all the while. He’s beautiful is the thing and Steve feels like somebody reached in to grab his heart and just twisted it. A feeling that is so far past painful it’s euphoric. So he just gives in and joins Eddie in the stupidity of it all, both of them slapping the dashboard and singing harder when Eddie’s favourite line makes its appearance.

Its pure unfiltered joy for seven minutes and eight second that Steve tucks away for safekeeping. It gets added to when Eddie takes his hand and kisses his knuckles when they eventually arrive at the trailer and leaves Steve with a blush on his cheeks.

[pencilofawesomeness]

Question how would Daphne be treated in the papalogia au? Because in the story it would be a 100% confirmation that the dragon she say is acno. Also with how obsessed she was I am shocked she didn't have a dragon slayer lacrima.

I've been overthinking this ask for a week now lol.

Okay so. In terms of the Magnolia area, and really all of Fiore, I don't think anything would change. Acnologia is still the only dragon to be spotted, and even though he's flying around, he does make an effort to not be seen. Arguably, he's making more of an effort that canon-Acnologia, who simply did not care. That said, there may or may not be other dragon sightings in other parts of the world, so Daphne may be bolstered in her obsession with dragons all the same.

I don't think it would equate to her getting a lacrima though. Not only are those suckers hard to find and risky, her fascination strikes me as... a mix between scientific and fanatic. Her love and obsession with dragons and learning about them, as well as proving them real, supersedes most rational thought and morals. I mean, she was totally cool in using Natsu as a battery, and given the opportunity, she would have poked at him more I am sure. She seems to me like the Mr. Crocker of Fairy Tail, except with the room to be really amoral and scary for it.

Some peeps know this already but I have flirted with, and sometimes am still flirting with, the idea of a mini arc involving Daphne, except if fanaticism was just a bit more dangerous. The fact that there is a bit more evidence of dragons out there, but the dragon slayers are more tight-lipped about dragons and their own magic in Magnolia, is enough to drive someone like that bonkers. I still don't have solid ideas for this so it may or may not happen in htryds at all; I just... really like mad scientist psycho antagonists, so if I ever get struck by inspiration and want to hit a dragon slayer or three with a really spiky stick... Consider this a forewarning >.>

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2024

Day 23 - On Cloud Nine

“Vi…”, Laqa whispered as he pressed a kiss to A’viloh’s forehead and gently ran his fingers through his long red hair, finally pausing to caress the smaller Miqo’te’s ears. “Wake up, we should go back…”

A’viloh, sleeping peacefully nestled between his boyfriend’s arms, stirred with an unhappy sound and cuddled closer to his chest, searching for warmth. The air out here had turned rather cold quite fast, which was not unusual in this area, but since they hadn’t planned to fall asleep here they were poorly prepared for it.

They knew that it could get dangerous out here at night, not only because of the regular monsters roaming around the area, but also due to an increase of strange, hostile undead nearby. They hadn’t moved far from the boundaries of Little Ala Mhigo but nonetheless it had been reckless to stay out here for so long.

They only had wanted to rest for a bit after a long day of hunting monsters and weapon training. On one hand living in Little Ala Mhigo had the advantage of not needing to hide their affection the way they had needed to back with the tribe. But on the other hand the sea of shabby tents that was Little Ala Mhigo was not exactly the most comfortable place either.

So they had sat down together under one of the gnarly acacia trees, as they did so often, and had dreamt. Dreamt all kinds of dreams. Dreams about a world where places like Little Ala Mhigo weren’t necessary. Dreams about a future filled with adventures and stories for the history books. But also dreams about a future in some beautiful and peaceful place, a home for just the two of them, happily together ever after.

So at least partially these dreams had already turned to reality. Together, finally, resting in each others arms, sharing kisses and words of love without any fear. Content and happy as long as the other is there, no matter the place. For a while at least, until bigger dreams and good intentions makes them loose focus of the only truth that matters.

I only want the best for you. / YOU are the best for me.

Don’t you think it would be nice there? / I’d follow you everywhere you want to go, as long we are together. To the end of the world and beyond.

I love you. / I love you more.

But for now they were enough. For now perfectly happy. For now nothing in the world mattered apart from each other. Everything else - the cold, the monsters - mattered so little, that they forgot time didn’t stop just for them. Too captivated in each other’s eyes, each other’s laughs, each other’s embrace, they hadn’t noticed the beautiful sunset had long vanished and made room for an equally pretty night sky. Carefree and blissful they had drifted off to sleep, dreaming a little more about their futures.

That was until such a dream had awoken Laqa. Barely awake, realising where they were, he hadn’t know anymore if it had really been a dream or a suspicious noise nearby that had awoken him.

“Wake up, Vi…”, he repeated, still with too much tenderness in his voice to achieve the desired effect. No, actually he didn’t want to wake A’vi at all. He looked so pretty and peaceful asleep. But it was to dangerous out here…

Carefully he turned A’viloh‘a face up and kissed it until the Miqo’te blinked sleepily and giggled.

“We should return to the settlement.”, Laqa said soothingly. “It’s too dangerous here.”

Lazily A’viloh kissed him back, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. “Can’t we stay like this forever.”

Warmly Laqa smiled at him. “I’m afraid we can’t…”

As A’viloh stretched his limbs, Laqa looked up to the sky, searching for the moon, trying to estimate how late it was, when he noticed something unusual.

“Look!”, he said excitedly, lightly shaking A’vi by the shoulder and pointing to the sky. “Quickly!Look there!”

One by one a handful of stars fell from the sky. Tiny sparkling things with long glowing tails.

Their eyes sparkling equally they watched, as these doomed little things fell from the sky.

“Quickly!”, Laqa repeated. “Make a wish!”

A’viloh didn’t need much time to think.

“I wish… —“

“Shhh…”, Laqa interrupted him and raised a finger to his lips. “If you say it out loud, it won’t come true.”

[skyloftian-nutcase]

botw Zora armour for the prompt?

(@wildsage00 @artisticgamer @luckybyrdrobyn)

Link wasn't sure what he had been expecting upon entering a divine beast for the first time, but it wasn't this.

Maybe he'd been expecting something akin to the shrines. Stale and warm at the same time, strange but familiar. He'd woken up in a shrine, it was the first imprint of the world that he had. As much as he loved the villages and the wilds, the shrines were somehow the most familiar things to him. That didn't necessarily make them homely, but... routine, perhaps, was a good word.

But he knew the divine beasts were cursed with the calamity's malice, he knew they'd be something to conquer rather than solve. So maybe he'd suspected a place filled with traps and danger, a place that felt terrifying or thrilling or unsafe.

Instead, it felt cold and haunting. Instead, it was damp and chilled not only his body but his soul. Instead, it made the armor he wore stick to him like skin, scales digging into his chest with a sharpness and pressure that stole his breath away.

Instead, it felt like a mausoleum.

He had barely stepped into the beast when he heard a voice whispering in his mind. It was eerily familiar, making his skin crawl and his heart beat harder and faster. An image of the statue came to mind, and his entire being screamed.

Mipha.

Hylia above. He heard Mipha.

He could see her in every corner of the beast, he could envision her pain and terror with every touch of malice that entered his sight. She'd smile around one corner, showing him what her divine beast could do, and then he'd turn another corner and find a piece of the calamity's horrors staring at him, startling him out of the memory and into action. Her voice cheered him on, guiding him through the beast, and he couldn't help but hope beyond all measure that somehow she was still alive, that this wasn't a spirit but just her using the beast to communicate with him while being held hostage, just as Zelda was doing from the castle.

His mind could barely remember her, but his heart ached for her nonetheless.

He wanted a piece of himself back. Zora's Domain had been the first true piece of his old self that had smacked him in the face. Everyone here knew him, knew him, knew the Hero of a hundred years ago, the person he was supposed to be.

And Mipha...

Link's hand rested over the centerpiece of his armor, over the scale Mipha had given to protect him. For a moment he could feel a smooth palm on his cheek, he could feel thin fingers caress through his hair, nails gently massaging his scalp. He shivered, hugging himself.

Please be alive. I'm coming, Mipha.

[racke7]

As I don't want to leave negativity on someone else's post, but saw something WILDLY out-of-character, when an actual in-character relationship is RIGHT FUCKING THERE.

Sakura and Shirou's kitchen-relationship:

Shirou: "I need to get there first and start breakfast, or-"

Sakura: *innocently smug* "Hello senpai, I got started without you"

Shirou internally: "Noooo, my kitchen-time is being stolen"

Shirou externally: "Ah. Well, if you've already started, how can I help?"

Sakura internally: "Yay! I won first-place, and I get to make senpai happy with my cooking now!"

Rin and Archer's kitchen-relationship:

Rin: "How dare you-!"

Archer: *smirking like a bastard* "Oh? Have I touched a nerve, Rin? Were you under the mistaken impression that your chocolate-chip cookies are in any way adequate beyond the bargain-bin at a kindergarten bake-sale?"

Rin: "... I will fucking END YOU"

Archer: *scoffs* "I should be so lucky"

[swiftsaltsweet]

Fic updates

Hunt for Kyoshi: Lord help me and this writers block. I know what must be done but the words I want aren't flowing like I want. orz (we are 7 pages into ch 12, but god it is hard). I plan on finishing Arc 1 around chapter ch 15 I believe.

Thief in the Avatar's Estate: Still on hiatus after finishing Arc 1. The first chapter in arc 2 (aka chapter 11) is 16 pages long *sobs* Not completed. Might split it into two chapters *sigh* Don't want to but que sera sera (just know where ch 12 ends is where I wanted ch 11 to end u_u).

Two Knives: Working on, hopefully, the final chapter of Arc 1 (I'm afraid of it being split into two chapters too TT0TT). This fic will have an interlude of Rangi's POV of the previous chapters before going into arc 2. Still need to write 1.5 chapters of Rangi's POV (wasn't planning to but....eh I kinda think I should now. 8U)

The Fire Sage Fiasco: Chapter 4 is started but not very far. It's more or less planned out though.

Kyoshi's PR Manager: Ch 2 hasn't really been written yet, but I did get the doc started. Wanted to wait until I finished Reckoning of Roku. And guess who did? Yay! :D No idea when the next chapter will release.

The Tragedy of Kyoshi: Has to be put on hiatus/back burner because of stupid Reckoning of Roku BS >_> Wah.....

Hyde in the Shadows (Wednesday fandom): I still have episodes.....I need to fix up. TT0TT One day you'll get updated again......one day.

The other Rangshi/Kyoshi related fics that haven't been written yet but are threatening to come out of the closet: Back! Back I say! 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

Chapter 1 of two unpublished Wednesday related fanfics: One day I'll get back to you too. TT0TT

Multiple chapters of a multi work Bellice fic: One day you'll see the light of day. m(_ _)m

[dragon-of-timeless-blue]

Anne is a Disney child and you can't convince me otherwise

Just, like, their lyrics in Bermud∆ Tri∆ngle:

If this isn't Disney child coded, I don't know what it is