#It’ll be fun. :’D

[onifanss]

Yansae •

[skyloftian-nutcase]

After a month of Whump, it’s gonna be Fluff Time!!

Hello! This is Fluffvember, a month long event of pure fluff and comfort! This was originally an idea made by @/kjpurplepineapple, to follow a month of whump (whumptober) with a month of fluff, and I loved it so much I’ve just carried it on for the last two years. :) Figured I’d make some prompts so we could all have fun together.

RULES:

The prompts are listed in a numerical order, but they are not tied to any given day. Do whatever prompt on whatever day you like! If prompt #1 appeals to you but you don’t have time to get it done by November 1, do it any day of the month. :) You are also more than welcome to just stick to the order listed.

Writing/art can be pure unadulterated fluff, calm slice of life moments, easygoing reading… it can even be hurt/comfort! As long as the comfort heavily outweighs the hurt, all warm, fuzzy vibes are welcome. ❤️ The point of this event is to share nice vibes, both to our characters and each other. :)

You don’t have to tag me if you don’t want to, but it would be fun if you tag your writing/art with #fluffvember so I and others who want to indulge in comfort/fuzzy vibes can find it!

Without further ado, here are the prompts! Pick a theme/word prompts or a quote, or both!

Snow // “I’m stealing your blanket”

Blanket fort // “Come back to bed”

Nature walk // “I’m sorry, when did we step in paradise??”

Hot spring // “This hits the spot”

Apple picking // “Oh my gosh, you do not know how to cook”

Windy day // “Come closer, I can’t hear—ahhh too close, too close!”

Massage // “I didn’t know you could sing”

Bird watching // “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Homecoming // “I missed you”

Accommodating // “I’ve got you”

Teaching/learning // “It’s tradition”

Dog/cat/pet // “I can die happy now”

Friendly competition // “You’re going to love this”

In the rain // “Let me help you”

In the firelight/candlelight // “I love you”

Hug // “This isn’t a negotiation, friend”

Favorite book/story // “I wanted to share this with you”

Music // “I learned this from my parents”

Family time // “We’re very blessed”

Coming of age // “I’m so proud of you”

The Reluctant Softie // “UGH FINE I’LL DO IT”

Teddy bear/animal plushie // “Give [insert] a kiss for me”

Self care // “Thank you for believing in me”

Cuddle pile // “You’re not gonna let go, are you?”

Washing someone’s hair // “I can stay with you”

Infodumping // “I love hearing you talk about this”

Gift giving // “This made me think of you”

Inside joke // “I definitely missed something, didn’t I?”

Accidental acquisition // “Uh��� whose kid is this?”

Cooking as a love language // “Do you like it?”

[raddest-laddest]

i love when people headcanon hollow to be this sweet lil child who likes to take naps and pick flowers and loves their family and wants to make their father proud

and then ghost is just a fucking cryptid

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

I love that one of the roles fire plays in this series is to represent how all consuming desire can be, and how it’s framed as something that can be world ending when uncontrolled.

So naming unnatural, untamable green fire ‘wildfire’ is therefore a stroke of genius. It’s the representation of how we humans manufacture our own doom in the pursuit power, of how uncontrolled desire will eventually blow up in our faces.

And the fact that barrels and barrels of it sit fermenting under Kings Landing, Westeros’s breeding ground of maniac desire, and the capital the ambitious and corrupt flock to for what it promises? It’s perfection!

[phlurrii]

I know it's already been said but DAMN Decas powers are really freaking strong! They were able to create a barrier that blocked Meaus telepathy and she's an ancient mew! Does that technically mean Decas powers slightly surpass Meaus? Or at least just enough that the barrier can't be broken or sensed by her? But gosh they are a silly bab and I am stressed

Deca is very powerful, to be fully honest, Arceus created the “Bad Egg” to take care of any anomalies universe wide. The mew form, for both Noe and Deca is spawned by their environment, thus it’s important to remember they are not technically mews; just in that form. (Noe is more murky and we’ll see why in his arc.)

So it’s not surprising this lil guy can block out Meau’s telepathy, however their barrier is not impassable. A wingull could flap through it. It’s solely keeping already accepted psychic energy in and unaccepted energy out. Deca is just starting their life as a physical being, hence baby, but they’ve been around in essence for almost as long as Meau.

As remember, Missingno. arrived early, he wasn’t supposed to be here yet. Thus Deca was the only being that could do his current/2nd job, Noe showing up early messed a WHOLE bunch of things up.

Honestly, once we reveal all that good stuff this winter… rereading the whole comic should provide a completely new viewing experience with that information in mind. Especially regarding the nature of him and Meau being forever interlinked.

Anywho that’s all for my late night rambles X3 being so close to the arc I can let more things slip here and there, eeeee it’s gonna be a great pay off, but you all will hate me XD

[pepprs]

done w drivers ed!! :”~D

[a-spellmeyer-blog]

You're invited to my birthday party!! For cool people!! Like you!!

-Log

oh!!!! yay!!!! i’ll bring some sweets over!!!!! don’t worry about how i’ll get there, when there’s a will there’s a way!!!

[oasisofgalaxies]

I may be going to Dublin at the end of the summer. The chances of me seeing RTgame are low. But never zero.

[propertyofkylar]

french toast bagel for breakfast…no work tomorrow….hell yeah

[digitaldiseas3]

shockingly work has not been terrible today so far!!!

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Serenading people with lutes is not all it’s cracked up to be, and let me tell you why

It’s my coworker’s birthday tonight and she wrote ME a really lovely card detailing everything SHE loved about ME (my coworker is a sweetie, in case it wasn’t obvious — also, the whole card was about her thinking I’m hilarious and loving my one liners, told you guys I’m funny)

Anywho, I have little-to-no time to write her a card for her dinner tonight, so bring my lute to play her Happy Birthday instead

It’s a hoot, I’m a hoot, people loved it

There’s a cute blonde boy there who’s really intrigued in my lute so I start teaching him the diatonic scale, and halfway through he just starts tuning the lute like a guitar and I just—

p a i n

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

rain, blood, rivulets, runner, daughter, home, you

Regardless, Wilbur likes to come here a lot. It’s a pretty place, a few minutes walk from Pogtopia; it’s right in the wilderness, no buildings or houses or people around. Just grass, and dirt, and a few tiny flowers, and a lot of trees, and a big blue sky. Well, sometimes blue. Sometimes it’s kinda grey, and cloudy, and other times it cries small cold raindrops that splat into your eyes and make your clothes all damp and uncomfortable.

Wilbur doesn’t care if he gets wet, though. He’ll just come here anyway.

~~~

After several seconds of trying, Wilbur gives up, relaxing once more into this odd state of being. He realizes that his cheek hurts along with his neck, because his face is pressed firmly against this thing. It's probably stopping the blood flow right there.

AND!!!

For a moment, Wilbur's vision goes dark, and it takes several rasping breaths and hard blinks to rid it of black spots. Tommy is bleeding. There's blood on him. His eyes are closed. He's bleeding. He's completely still. He's bleeding. His eyes are closed. He's not moving. There's blood on him. There's blood on Tommy.

~~~

Nothing for rivulets!

~~~

Nothing for runner, either!

~~~

Dang. Nothing for daughter :0

~~~

After a few hours, Niki had stepped back, placed her hands on her hips, and looked around. She quite liked the place, if she was being perfectly honest. It felt cozy, similar to a home. It didn't feel like a company or an enterprise, devoid of emotion. No, it felt real. It felt personal. It felt like hers.

~~~

"You're so dramatic," Phil chokes out, chuckling.

AND!!!

"I'm fine," Wilbur assures, brushing off the hand that Phil didn't even realize had moved towards his son's chest. "I can stand on my own, Phil. You don't have to hold my hand."

~~~

Actually I’m gonna share a whole snippet from a story I genuinely forgot I’d started working on so aksvajdgsksgsh here ya go ⬇️

~~~

"Oh, mate... do you need water?" Phil glances at the table, finding a half-full glass of water just as Wilbur answers, "No."

"Are you hungry?"

Wilbur sighs again. "No. I just- Phil?"

"Yes?" Phil finds himself holding his breath.

Wilbur gazes at him for several seconds, and Phil notes with satisfaction that his eyes are no longer pink. His pupils are the usual rich-brown color that they aught to be.

Wilbur gives a slight shake of his head. "I want to go."

Phil stares. "You- go?"

"I want to get off of this couch. I want to get out of this cabin. I want to go, Phil. I want to-" Wilbur thrusts a hand forward, face twisting. "I want to go far away from this cursed land of snow, and never come back. I want to go outside."

Wilbur ends his rage-filled monologue, staring at his hands laid across his chest. His nostrils flare.

Phil watches him for a moment before dipping his head, beginning to shake with laughter.

Wilbur whips his head around to glare at him. "What?"

"You're so dramatic," Phil chokes out, chuckling.

"Wha- I've been confined in this place for weeks!"

"It's been four days, Wil."

Wilbur's eyes widen. Phil laughs harder.

"Only... only four days?" Wilbur questions, and Phil's laughter starts to subside when he hears how uncertain Wilbur sounds. "It hasn't even been a week? Only four days?"

"Yep." Phil nods. "A fever can really mess with your perception of time, can't it?"

Wilbur nods, at a loss for words. He stares back at his hands.

Phil chews on his lip. "You're feeling better, though. Right?"

"I guess."

Phil reaches forward, resting his palm on Wilbur's head. His son goes very still.

"You don't have a fever anymore. Still a little warm, but you're definitely getting better," Phil says, pulling his hand away. Wilbur relaxes instantly.

Phil feels a stab in his heart.

"Feeling- you said I'm better, right? So I can leave?"

"No."

Wilbur lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a whine. "But I'm better! You said so yourself, Phil! I'm doing better, see? Look, I can... I can stay at Tommy's, and he can keep on eye on me! Right?"

"No," Phil repeats, a small smile appearing on his face. "I'm not letting you leave until you've made a full recovery, Wilbur."

"But you said-"

"I said you're getting better. I never said that you were better. You still have a ways to go, mate."

Wilbur groans, letting his head fall onto his pillow in dramatic fashion. He squeezes his eyes shut. "I don't think I can survive like this much longer."

Phil chuckles, but his brow furrows with concern. "You're not going to be like this much longer. A week, at most."

"A week?" Wilbur's eyes snap open, and he cranes his head around to stare at Phil. "No. You're joking. Please tell me you're joking."

Phil opens and closes his mouth. "I mean... I'm not. You had a really bad infection, mate. You can't just heal from that overnight."

Wilbur stares for a couple seconds longer before laying his head back on his pillow, gazing up at the ceiling. He looks haunted—no. He looks scared.

Phil sighs. "It'll be okay, Wil. You'll get through this. Alright? Just trust me on that. You'll be fine."

Wilbur tries to hide it, but Phil can see how his breathing picks up; how his chest rises and falls with increasing speed; how his nostrils flare; how his eyebrows knit together in quick, barely perceptible movements.

Wilbur's starting to panic. And Phil doesn't know why. It's not like he's being held hostage or anything; he's just on bedrest. Nothing more. He's not trapped. He's not stuck. He's not-

Oh.

[warriors-rebound]

Wow I’m looking through the askbox and there are asks from last year I swear I’ve never seen before…

Happy year (and a bit) anniversary of our unofficial hiatus (also shush about the whole blog being on and off one anyways before that!)

Mayhaps I will be answering some asks later today >:0!

- Mod Dawn (jumpscare motherfuckers!)

[planetxiao]

guys come be my friend on tot my id is 202553277 <33

[bitterpngs]

ur latest posts abt doing ur art has been so relatable i just wanna say i believe in u u can do it !!

the struggles of being an artist 😔💔

tyyyy tho 💖💖💖 i appreciate it hehe

[latinokaeya-moving]

so funny to remember the range of my so called special interests is like. random starter character from anime gacha game to the historical changing perception of the farc during the colombian armed conflict. duality <3