#IT WAS SO COLD TONIGHT

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

it was absolutely freezing tonight but the moon was lovely and full and bright so i got inspired.

occasionally, on nights where his Harbinger duties are tucked and locked away, you and Childe steal away for a few hours, just the two of you. the icy temperatures are his favorite- it reminds him of home- and he gets to see you all bundled up in an overcoat, or even his uniform cloak. one day, he swears he'll get you some thick, warm clothes from Snezhnaya, if anything just to see you melt and fall asleep in them in front of the fireplace. then, of course, to pull you against him and snuggle his face against your hair as he admires your drowsy expression.

Childe tugs your hand gently, almost twirling you around as you make your way down the winding stone path, breath puffing into small clouds of mist. your gloves are thin- too thin for the chill of tonight- but his fingers are warm and sturdy, marked by calluses and tiny scars as he laughs and pulls you along, giving you that trademark grin that shows all his teeth and every freckle. he urges you along, encouraging you towards the top of a craggy, distant peak where the moon shines bright above the clouds, mist dancing at your feet. and he hugs you there. tight, secure, his nose pressed against your neck and inhaling with a blissful sigh. Childe looks at you with such adoration, a gleam of deep contentment and love in his azure eyes.

they close after a moment in a soft smile, drops of water and violet lightning whirling and crackling for a split second before you're wrapped in armor and claws and a strong, rumbling purr. Legacy nuzzles against you, chasing away the icy cold with his embrace. the full moon reflects in his crystalline eye as he gently kneads against your shoulders, trying to help the rock-hard muscles that come from the daily toil of living and breathing. but he soon just gathers you close, rolling over in the grass so you're tucked against his side and staring up at the stars- then him. you watch him instead with a smile, tapping each little mark on his crimson mask with your fingertips and listening to him croon and trill in delight.

when he's here, you have no need for the moon's pale glow.

[laurapetrie]

Late November came, and the cold kiss of the snowflakes.

L.M. Montgomery, The Blythes Are Quoted

[septic-salad]

Spring of 74'

My favorite thing is dressing him up in little silly outfits

[realstrap]

11/26/2023

Quick food ask, my gf and I are not well with all the cold weather aggravating our disabilities and we don't have the energy to cook

Could we get some help getting dinner for tonight? $35 Anything helps thank you

CA: $lezsalt or $sleepyhen

Vm: wildwotko

Dm for p@y pal

[dance-the-spears]

Thick Thursday?

[warmblanketwhump]

I write so much cold whump that it’s hard to get creative, but I did brainstorm this idea:

in a fantasy whump world, the whumper puts A under an ice curse. it’s designed to drop A’s core body temperature lower and lower, but not so low it’ll kill them—just make them miserable and feel hypothermic constantly.

At first the effects are minimal—they spend a few extra minutes by the fire, they need an extra sweater at dinner, there are cups of tea grasped by cold fingers. but the symptoms worsen as the curse sinks in its claws in. the normally cheerful A becomes pale and shadow-eyed, mildly irritable as they sit shivering by the fire.

at first, their friends just think A’s sick and being dramatic about it, rolling their eyes as A walks into another team meeting swathed in a blanket.

none of them realize that A’s not sleeping, growing weaker and weaker as they sink into a hypothermia that can’t be touched. nothing external can warm them, no matter how hard they try. their body temperature lowers, and A is absolutely miserable, consumed only with thoughts of how cold they are. no one realizes the ice that’s spreading inside them and chilling them through.

At night they bury themselves under blankets, wracked with chills that won’t go away. during the day, their limbs are so stiff with cold they can hardly move. soon, they’re bedridden under six blankets near a stove, lips blue and dark circles under their eyes. physically, they’re not in danger. but mentally, the effects of being so cold are taking a toll, and A has to be monitored at all times to make sure they're not trying to hurl themselves into the fire. the cold has stolen all reason from them, and their days are spent crying out for a warmth that no one can provide.

A’s shivering away as the whole team tries to figure out what’s wrong and what happened—which is exactly when the villain/whumper shows up, explains the curse, and makes their demands known.

comply? A lives.

ignore them? well, they’ll just have to see how long poor A can last while practically mad with cold.

[ozunomi]

its been SO cold lately where i live, especially this week, getting ready for school is Hell

anyway collector all warm and comfy

[cake-chad]

Something something Gideon always inevitably wakes up with Kremy on or curled up next to him because being cold-blooded he seeks out the literal furnace sleeping next to him every night.

Frost is usually nearby too, but only if they're sleeping outside and not in beds, he's not cold-blooded but he is a cat, of course he likes to be near a heater too.

And now that I think about it, Torbek would be there too, having gone through what he has and severly underweight, his circulation is terrible and despite having his own layer of fur, he just can't stay warm on his own, so he sleeps sandwiched between Gideon and Hootsie

Just. A whole cuddle puddle of all of them, Gricko curls up next to Hootsie, Twig sleeps under Gideons arm, and when Pigtunias around she acts as a pillow for him

I love cuddle puddles and I love characters who naturally make everyone more comfortable to sleep around them 😭😭

[thestarlightforge]

“COME WITH ME”

[pcktknife]

I had the worst sleep of my life last night I felt like I was being attacked by demons

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Been thinking a lot about characters who don't have tragic/complicated/lore-filled Backstories cause I just finished Neverwhere and Richard is just like some guy. Neil never explains why he's special and he can see door, he just does.

Tolkien never explains why Gandalf chose Bilbo. I don't even think we ever find out what career Bilbo had before going on his journey. He has no Backstory at all.

Rose Tyler was just a totally normal girl. So was Arthur Dent. So was... Another example, sorry I'm tired, I already gave you four.

Look, I'm not saying elaborate/tragic/mythic Backstories are bad, my WIPs are chock full of them, I just think writblr sometimes acts like they're mandatory and they don't have to be.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i love haircuts. i cant stop petting the back of my skull

[pretentiouswreckingball]

I need pathetic Regulus so bad you guys, I want him pining after James, writing in his silly little diary how good he looks today, I want him daydreaming about their wedding and drawing hearts at the margins of his notebooks with Regulus Arcturus Potter over and over again

[fairytalearista]

I saw a post that resonated with me the other day, and I'm now wondering if my experience is more universal than I realized. So, would you mind answering the following:

And, by "experience anxiety" I mean disordered anxiety, where your nervous system will go into disproportionate panic modes on a semi-regular basis. Bonus points if you have been diagnosed by a professional, but it's not necessary.

I also pulled out "trained in handling crises" as a separate options, because I'm more interested in natural tendencies here. You are welcome to ignore those options if you want to think of crises you are NOT trained to handle.

Please reblog to increase sample size, please

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: talks of having kids

Bakugou lays sprawled out on your bed as you flitter around the room, moving from your closet to your dresser and back in a hurry of movements. You’re doing a bit of spring cleaning (yes, even in the winter), and Bakugou decided to come over and help, even though he’s just been laying around the whole time.

He had a rough patrol yesterday, even sports a few bruises on his ribs, so you let him take it easy, throwing him one of your old pink scarf hat combos with the little bunny ears on top. You don’t expect him to wear it, but the image of him laying against your bed with the floppy ears on top of his head makes you smile anyway.

You go back to your drawer, pulling everything out in order to throw some stuff away and reorganize the remaining things. At the bottom of the drawer though, do you find some old clothes when you were a baby. It’s been here for years now, after your parents gifted them to you, just in case you’d wanna use them for your future kids. It’s just collecting dust in the bottom of your drawer though, honestly, and you pull the tiny little purple and white checkered onesie out, examining it and the little bonnet underneath with a small frown.

“Who the hell is that for? ‘Cause it sure as hell ain’t fitting your big ass head.” You hear Bakugou call from your bed, your head whipping around to face him and his cheesy little grin. You narrow your eyes and poke your tongue out at him, throwing him the little combo as you turn to get the rest of the baby clothes out.

“Says the one whose head almost tore his mothers cooter in half during birth.” Thank you Mistuki for the information, you think to yourself, smiling an evil little smile that Bakugou frowns softly at.

“And it’s my old baby clothes. My folks gave it to me when I moved out, said I could use it for my own future gremlins.” You smile when you pick up the little yellow booties in your dresser, another little bonnet with a tie underneath the chin, and a pair of shorts that were entirely too cute and tiny. “Think I’m gonna throw it out, though.”

“Why would you do that?” Bakugou asks quietly, suddenly behind you, his chest against your back as he gently plucks the shorts from your hands to examine them closer. You look at him from over your shoulder, at the soft look that falls on his face, how his rough thumb rubs over the still soft material in his hands, how his eyebrows lose their crease and his mouth tilts up just so in the corners.

“We’re not having kids any time soon,” you say, your voice tacking on a silent ‘right?’ at the end of it. Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a long while, but he blinks down at you, looking so ridiculously cute in your pink hat, holding your baby clothes. You hand him the booties in his other hand and he takes them, so gentle, with such care, it makes your stomach do somersaults.

“Maybe we should talk more about that.” He whispers softly, looking at you from under his lashes, his garnet eyes searching your own. You nod though, stroking gently at the shorts he still holds with tender care, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah,” you mutter, leaning up to press your mouth against his own. “Maybe we should.”

[bloodyarson]

okay but a thing i think about every time we have one of those few day periods where the weather is not fit for even a dog being outside is how the hell are homeless people surviving this. like i said in a previous post it's currently -40 degrees with the windchill and i honestly cannot imagine how someone who does not have a place to go inside and spend the night is supposed to not freeze to death. it makes me upset every time the temperature drops like this, i cannot imagine how many homeless people will be frozen to death in the next 24 hours if they somehow haven't already. the fact that there are hundreds of empty houses sitting there empty with totally functional heating while people are DYING from the cold on a street corner makes me SO FUCKING ANGRY while at the same time my heart is breaking in pieces for them. rest in peace to every poor person who will not make it through the weekend. i am so sorry.