#I'M FEELING SO SOFT RN

[astrolavas]

thinking about the... potential clawthorne woodcarving mentorship.

+ bonus cuz also thinking abt how if hunter ever met dell's palisman and got reminded of flapjack, he'd probably feel bad abt making that association cuz he knows what it's like to be seen only as someone's different version (even though the bird wouldn't mind much so lol)

[novantinuum]

somewhere up above the stars the wreckage of a Universe floats past

an AU ancient lonely god Steven I have. his moniker is Astra and I am obsessed with him right now.

[mimikusu]

Will you?? 🥺🥺🥺

[akuma-tenshi]

this is my truth

[bottombaron]

there is no way that Guillermo’s pussy wouldn’t drive Nandor absolutely mad with power

[tititilani]

I've been thinking about this for a while and I realized that there are two scenes that actually really mirror each other really well that I didn't even realize.

The scene in the Devlin house when Crystal and Edwin are trying to work together and Edwin says "I could lose - We could lose Charles" is a fantastic way to show that he has slowly come to accept that he is not the only one to care about Charles any more but it also goes to show that Charles is, at the end of the day, his first priority.

He could have let Crystal smash the tape to possibly solve the case for good, as a "the ends justify the means" kind of move, even knowing he could have lost Charles. Lots of shows do it. But he doesn't. He stops her because even though he doesn't know how else to solve the case in that exact second, he can't risk it if they lose Charles. He even lets Crystal take charge to an extent up until the misery wraith/David shows up in with her preparing the tape.

Later in the show when Edwin is strapped to the table screaming and Crystal shows up to save the day and slide Charles his bag, something kind of similar happens. It's a bit more blink and you'll miss it but it definitely goes to reiterate it's the same for Charles, even if he's a lot more willing to accept new people and change.

Crystal slides him his bag and says "We need to help Edwin." and Charles' first response is to go "So do I." He doesn't say anything about fighting Esther or the snake or say something like "I need to help you" or whatever. He explicitly states that he needs to help Edwin. That him getting to Edwin is his first priority. And to further drive home the similarities, he even has to let Crystal actively save Edwin and doesn't fight her on it while he goes and fights the snake.

It doesn't matter that Crystal already basically said they would save Edwin - that's Charles' job. Crystal literally has to tell him instead what he needs to do.

I don't really know where I'm going with this, I just think it's neat how these two scenes are mirrors of each other and just shows again and again the devotion these two have and how unlike any other show it is. And also how both scenes used Crystal to help save the boys (or at least try to).

[patheticgirlsteve]

Steve loves Eddie's hands. They're beautiful and they're kind of impossible not to stare at, Steve thinks. He's not really sure how everyone else manages to pull their eyes away from them when they're playing guitar at The Hideout, or gesticulating with gusto during one of their Hellfire sessions, or when they're absently spinning the rings that adorn his fingers.

So, yeah, Steve loves Eddie's hands, thinks about them constantly. About what they would feel like holding Steve's hand as they sit together on the couch during movie night, or how they would feel cupping his face as he leaned in for a kiss, or how they would feel sinking into Steve's hair, tugging just a little.

So when Steve sees his opportunity to find out just how those hands feel cradled in his own, he takes it.

They've been at the trailer all day, smoking and just hanging out together with no expectations. These are some of Steve's favorite days lately, just spending time with Eddie, listening to him ramble about whatever nerd tangent he's gone off on any given day.

He specially likes days like today, specifically. Days when Eddie's writing music. He won't let Steve see what lyrics he's frantically scrawling into his notebook, but Steve gets to hear the music and that's enough for him. He's kind of honored to be allowed to witness what is clearly a very personal process for Eddie.

Eddie's been playing and writing and playing and writing and playing some more all day, and Steve sees his chance as soon as Eddie puts his baby back on her mount on the wall and flops back onto his bed with a wide grin.

Steve grins back and doesn't say anything as he reaches out and grabs one of Eddie's hands. He carefully starts removing the bulky silver rings from Eddie's fingers.

"What are you doing?" Eddie is watching Steve with an intensity that is hard to ignore, but Steve just continues in his task. He's on a mission and he will not be derailed.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Steve says, slipping off the last of Eddie's rings. They're sitting close, Eddie leaned back against his pillow and Steve cross-legged next to him with his body turned toward Eddie's like a sunflower finding the sun.

"It looks like you're taking off my rings. Why are you doing that? Are you trying to steal them? You could just ask, you know, I'd give you one if you wanted," Eddie doesn't sound upset, just confused and maybe a tiny bit flustered underneath his joking tone. Steve would check to see if Eddie's face has that delightful little flush that it sometimes gets when Steve touches him a little more tenderly than usual or flirts with him a little more overtly.

Steve would like to look, but he thinks he might lose his nerve if he does, so he keeps his eyes focused on Eddie's hands. On Eddie's long fingers, his chipped nails, his calloused fingertips. He places the removed rings into a small pile on Eddie's bedside table, in the little jewelry dish that Steve had gotten for him last month.

"No thanks, they're not really my style. I'm taking them off so that I can do this," And he pulls Eddie's arm out a little further from his body so that he can start massaging Eddie's palm with both of his thumbs.

"Oh," Eddie gasps and Steve feels a rush of satisfaction at how out of breath Eddie sounds. Steve chances a look up and is quietly delighted to see that Eddie is indeed blushing.

"Yeah," Steve offers a small smile as he turns his attention back to Eddie's hand in his. "I figured your hands must be cramping a bit after playing and scribbling things down in your little notebook all day."

Steve sees Eddie nod out of the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, um," Eddie says and Steve's heart is racing in his chest. "Thanks, that, uh, it feels good."

"Good," Steve looks up at Eddie with another small smile and releases his hand. "Other hand?" He holds his own palm up for Eddie to place his hand in, which he does bashfully.

"Okay," Eddie is staring openly at Steve almost like he can't believe that Steve would want to massage his hands, which Steve thinks is ridiculous because it's not like he's been subtle about his attraction to Eddie for the past several months.

Steve squeezes Eddie's hand quickly before he works his thumbs into his other palm and it's a little bit sweaty now, but Steve doesn't mind. They sit in companionable silence while Steve finishes the massage.

When he's done, he doesn't release Eddie's hand back to him, just sits with it in his own for a moment. He could do something now, it's a risk, but Steve's almost positive now that Eddie feels the same way about Steve that Steve feels about Eddie. And even if Steve's wrong about that he knows that Eddie won't give him shit for being queer.

So, why not? The benefits of being right outweigh the fear of being wrong and Steve makes up his mind.

"Steve?" Eddie asks slowly, but makes no move to remove his hand from Steve's grip.

"Eddie," Steve answers and brings Eddie's knuckles up to trace across his lips. Steve hears Eddie gasp as he places a gentle but undeniable kiss on the center of Eddie's knuckles, letting his lips linger for a moment before pulling back to look at Eddie's face.

For such a small kiss Eddie looks absolutely wrecked, his face is flushed, his eyes are blown wide, and his mouth is hanging open. Steve's eyes drop to Eddie's lips unconsciously and Eddie closes them with a swallow that makes his adam's apple bob tantalizingly.

"Eddie," Steve repeats and he inches forward so that his knees are pressed up against Eddie's thighs, his face hovering over Eddie's. "Tell me if I'm wrong, okay?"

And then he kisses Eddie.

He doesn't panic when Eddie doesn't kiss back immediately, Steve's kissed enough people to know that it takes a moment sometimes for your brain to catch up with your body.

He doesn't panic, but he does feel a huge rush of relief when Eddie does kiss back, sweet and deep and Steve feels like he could drown in it.

And when one of Eddie's hands comes up to cradle Steve's face while the other works its way into Steve's hair, it feels even better than Steve had imagined.

[flowerakatsuka]

wip while i'm at woooork~

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Thinking about Bad and Mike's discussion about hugging, specifically this quote—

Mike: Sometimes, when you're hugging someone, you can let your emotions out, you know? You feel... how can I explain... [...] Sometimes we all need a hug. Sometimes like, I don't know, sometimes when you have lots of problems on your mind, sometimes you give your loved one a hug and it gives them relief, you know? I think so, at least. * (Very approximate translation)

— and how it applies to q!Tazercraft.

Do you ever think about young q!Tazercraft fresh out of the orphanage with no one else but each other? Little Pac wrapping his arms around Mike and holding him as they fall asleep, them going from place to place to find shelter in abandoned shacks and buildings and huddling under the same blanket out of necessity but also because it's comforting to know someone else is there? Pac and Mike never growing out of this habit, especially after the events in prison and the kidnappings on the Island, always finding reason to stay near each other, always bumping shoulders and elbows or casually throwing an arm around each others' shoulders. Always tactile, always so expressive with their love through hugs and physical touch... :(

[skznccmlee]

Yes, I do want you to tickle me till I can't take it anymore

But if you let me lie in your lap and you pet me while casually lightly tickling my neck I will also be a happiness mess

[humbuns]

sorry I know nothing about enstars (I think I followed you for your ocs) but it is. SO important to me that your transmasc Niki has his tits noticeably out. I never see transmsacs with my body type who aren’t post op or binding really hard so like. thanks.

i truly am so glad to hear this tbh and all i hope is for you to continue to find stuff that represents you and me alike 🫶🏽

[starpros-sunshine]

Obligatory unobligatory self indulgent valentines day art

[hikeyzz]

good morning i can't stop thinking about my gf telling me my body was made to be worshipped as she kissed down my stomach and thighs end me end me end me end me end me end me en

[vorish-wonderland]

Could you please write Leona with some fearplay? Maybe mc wakes him up from a nap and he decides that eating them would be a good punishment?

Includes: soft/safe vore, fearplay, mean-ish pred

★✦Let Sleeping Lions Rest✦★

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You tripped over something as you were walking.

You looked back to see what it was, and-

...

Oh no.

You just tripped over Leona.

It's fine! It should be fine! Just... just as long as he... doesn't wake up...

Everything... should be... ok.

Just as long as he doesn't wake up.

You stared down at Leona, trying your hardest not to move.

...it seems like he's still asleep. Oh thank goodness...

However, just as you were about to walk away, you felt someone grab your ankle.

Aw, dammit.

"...heeyyyyyyyyyy... Leona." You nervously said. "Um... having a nice.......... nap...?"

"I was. Until you woke me up." Leona grumbled.

"Ahaha, yeah..... m-my bad." You nervously smiled. "I'll... uh, I'll be going now...!"

"No, you won't."

"What-?"

He yanked you to the ground, and then... uh oh. Oh no. Oh no no no. He just put your feet in his mouth oh no oh no no oh no...

"Ahaha, Leona, um... w-what are you doing...?" You nervously asked. "Can you l-let me go...? Maybe... ah, maybe don't try to eat me...?"

He swallowed.

"HAHA um, uh, hey, h-hey, Leona, you really don't have to do this!!" You frantically yelled.

Again, again, again, wow he is doing this surprisingly fast, even though you're about the same size as him...

"Leona! Leona stop, I'll do whatever you wa-!"

Welp, there goes your head.

Ohhhhhh no.......

"There we go. Have fun in there."

"W-WAIT, WHAT?" You yelled out in surprise and confusion.

And just like that, Leona went back to sleep.

You were kinda fearing for your life the whole time, because... you know, where you are right now.

"Oh hey. You're still alive in there?" Leona semi-jokingly asked.

"Y-yeah, um, I am...!" You said. "So...... a-are you going to... um... let me out now...?"

"Nah. Not yet at least." Leona patted his stomach. "You made for a good snack, by the way. Almost glad you disturbed my nap~"

"Ah, b-but you will be letting me out at some point, yeah?" You nervously asked.

"At some point... not sure when."

"...r-right..."

You really hope that 'some point' comes soon...

[averlym]

May I req soft parrlyn please

thank you for the req, here they are <3

[2aceofspades]

YOU! I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR JU!

*kicks door down and waddles over to you threateningly before I plop my hands on your face and give you a squish*

YOU ARE A GOOD HOOMAN AND DO GOOD WORK! Please know that you’re doing a good job and you’re making a difference in peoples lives because of the things you create. As such please take care of yourself and know you are OH SO LOVED. Thank you for being a good hooman.

Don’t forget it or ELSE. *points to eyes and then points to you*

Aggression affection delivered. Boom 👊🏼💥🧡

WAAAAH-

Aggressive affection appreciated thank you thank you 🙌✨💙✨🙌