#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

[glitchfuzz]

more of these goobers weeee

[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 >.>

[weirdocvnt08]

Title: That Moment When You Gotta Use The Toilet In The Middle of The Night But The Air Be Too Cold To Leave Your Warm Bed

Relationship: R!Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi

TW: If this had a rating it’d be PG-13 bc of the cussing & butt touching but it isn’t meant to be sexual & is just these gay middle aged old farts being silly & unserious

Words: Under 700

Author is listening to:

Summary: It’s cold, so it only makes sense to use your spouse as your own personal heater 🙄👐 (I’m sorry if this seems like total crack but I swear this is fluffy and I’m just trying to be humorous </3)

~~<3~~<3~~<3~~<3~~

Leo opened his eyes as he awoke, his body feeling off and after a minute of staring off into space he finally realized that the thing he was feeling was him needing to empty the tank; in cruder words, take a huge fucking piss.

He took in his surroundings and after scanning his eyes around he figured it was some time around midnight with the lack of light seeping into their room and Usagi still cuddling his form instead of being in another position (who could’ve ever thought that even in sleep ADHD continues to do its own hyperactive thing).

He tapped the side of his husband’s face and after a couple taps his eyes shot open and after seeing it was only Leo relaxed his eyes closed again and release a low “mmh” in question.

“I gotta pee.” Was all he told him and Usagi understood as he rolled himself onto his back and took his limbs down with him. Free from his grasp, Leo pulled their blanket back and he immediately regretted the decision when his senses got attacked by the frigid air. Goosebumps simultaneously littering his skin.

“Fuck, never mind” he voiced, not wanting to bear another second out in the cold temperature. He covered his body again and scooted close to Usagi. He then flipped onto his side and wrapped his arms around his neck, snuggling comfortably against him as his body just seemed to radiate such wonderful heat.

He laid there, sleep coming back to him as his eyelids started to droop but no matter how comfortable and warm he is right now that fullness in his bladder was so annoyingly persistent that once his leg started to bounce in urgency he huffed and begrudgingly detached himself, quickly lifting the sheets and getting up from bed before he could even try to talk himself out of it.

After slipping his feet into his fuzzy baby blue slippers he exited the room and made his way to the other side of the house to get the bathroom. With his arms tightly clutched around himself to garner some of his own warmth, he quietly yet quickly walked to his destination but halfway there he had to take a double take when he saw his third oldest child making herself two softball sized onigiri with the leftover rice they had for dinner and spicy tuna filling. In normal circumstances there’s nothing really wrong with what she’s eating but lately Gumi’s been feeling sick in the mornings and it’s because she eats so late in the night and goes back to bed with the food not having been properly digested, thus causing her to experience an annoying case of acid reflux.

She must’ve felt his presence since she hesitantly turned her head around and jolted when she saw him standing a couple feet behind her. She nervously chuckled and attempted with an excuse that she was just prepping them for her to eat in the morning and not now.

He wasn’t buying it, so he told her to put it in the fridge and to go back to bed since she had school the next day. She sighed dramatically; as much as an eleven year old could which was a lot, and wrapped up the last of her onigiri. Before she could put them away though she boldly asked, “Can I at least eat one though?”

“Girl” he reprimanded in English but it didn’t detour her from continuing to try and get him to cave as she gave him her best puppy dog eyes and pouty lip. Not really having the energy nor the time really to stay and continue back and forth with her, he told her she can only have half before putting the rest away and needing to floss and brush her teeth again before going back to her room.

After she flashed him a quick half of a finger heart in appreciation, Leo left to make the rest of the way to the bathroom and finally do his business.

When he exited, Gumi was out by the door waiting for him to finish up so she could use it next, and before retreating back to his room he bent down to hug and wish her good night.

Back in their room, Leo shuffled towards his side of the bed and settled himself back under the covers. It wasn’t as warm as it was when he first got up but he knows just the thing to get him all toasted up again.

Usagi was back to laying on his side facing Leo’s way, making it much easier for him to get really close and wrap and arm over him while his other one slid under Usagi to fully wrap him in an embrace.

He snuggled against Usagi’s warm bare chest and breathed in the comforting scent of his clean skin. Another full feeling started swarming inside of Leo, except this time it was just pure emotion as affection rushed through him at the sleepy sight of his spouse.

Everything else of Leo was getting acclimated to the tepidity surrounding them except for his hands which were freezing cold from washing his hands.

He first warmed up the back of his hands on the center of Usagi’s back which immediately caused him to inhale sharply and jolt from his touch. He groaned tiredly as Leo used his body like some sort of heater then drowsily opened his eyes when he felt Leo’s cold hands travel down underneath his underwear and rest on the cheeks of his butt.

“Don’t wake me up to complain how I farted with your hands still in there ‘cus I never told you to put them there. Just to give you a head up.” Was all he mumbled out as he adjusted his head onto his pillow and sighed as he tried to fall back asleep.

The warning did nothing to pull his hand away and in fact just made Leo give the fairly glutenous globes a playful squeeze.

“I’m just trying to warm my hands up dude. Not my fault your dump truck is like the warmest part of your body.”

“I’m feeling violated and used right now.” He flatly feigned to which Leo only nuzzled his nose onto Usagi’s adam’s apple, jokingly replying in a deep raspy voice “You know you love it baby.”

A firm palm then tried to push Leo’s head away, and Leo only laughed as he dug his face deeper against Usagi’s neck, giving the area a few nips and kisses.

It took about two minutes for heat to absorb into his hands and once Leo felt that he’d stolen enough from Usagi, he ran his hands back up onto the large of his back and trace various random shapes; the most notably of them all being a good amount of small hearts.

Drowsiness soon started to take over Leo’s senses the more comfortable he got. He could feel the way his consciousness slipped in and out of slumber, and the well-known weight of his husband’s arm laying over him and the cozy heat now shared between them aids in quickly lulling him to sleep.

Usagi on the other hand awake with the little consciousness he had left, was thinking about how he needed to go to the store and quickly replace their broken heater with a new one before cold hands and feet being shoved onto the warmest parts of him become a norm in his life once again.

[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"