#a home made of warmth

[coquelicoq]

it's about...longevity? stability? it's about natsume believing he'll be somewhere long enough to plant flowers and see them bloom. it's about him taking touko seriously when she asks him to tell her what flowers he wants to plant. it's about making something with his own hands, building a future with the fujiwaras. it's about him repairing a rundown home for someone else, restoring it because it's beloved to them, because it's the home of someone they love. it's about him seeing touko's joy and thinking about the youkai saying we'd like to look upon her happy face forever. it's about the box garden making him think of the fujiwaras' garden and his parents' garden, about the flowers being both the memory of flowers that bloomed there before, and the flowers that he and the youkai planted earlier that day. it's about him waking up in both worlds with sensei. it's about touko finding the petal in his hair. it's about him feeling how he falls short and the youkai saying, but you have such gentle hands...

[sincerely-sofie]

*Skitters up to you on all fours and drops this in your lap, then scrambles up the walls and onto the ceiling and immediately falls asleep*

Comic time! Lucky wakes up in the middle of the night and has a chat with Sen in this one.

[oddly-casual]

I’m gonna try and keep this as non spoiler-ey as I can, but one thing about Mutant Mayhem that I appreciated was that the sewers felt lonely. Every iteration of tmnt makes the lair feel lonely and isolated at times because the turtles are literally forced into hiding (except for Rise, their lair always felt like a home).

But in MM they took extra steps to make the space feel cramped and dark, no major lighting source aside from lamps, candles, and phone lights. Warm colors are scarce in the sewer and the pipes and valves take away any space they could’ve have had, not just in their home but everywhere in the sewers. It actually makes you not want to be in the sewers, because it’s all cold. Even the bars of the sewer grate look like prison bars! Every time they close the manhole cover it sounds like a door being slammed, like they are sealing themselves away.

Obviously this changes, and MM isn’t the first to do this, but it’s the first time watching anything TMNT related that I actually felt uncomfortable in the space that was supposed to be their home.

[comradesnufkin]

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[19catsncounting]

Wild idea: Alex Jones was one of Azazel's Special Children that he made just for funsies.

Research I didn't actually have to do but did: The Special Children Activation happened between 2006-2007 and Alex was kidnapped by Celia from her family smack-dab in the middle of that. 😃

[hymns-across-the-stars]

making you the patron saint of something

artificer ~ patron saint of houses

but not of homes. only the shells of what keeps us enclosed. houses can be decorated or well-built or crumbling or haunted but only a home can truly be warm; you are the patron saint of that lack.

~ ~ ~

mirage ~ patron saint of martyrs

the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

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Tagging: @savior-of-humanity @distrxst @heaven-said and after this point idk who did this so steal if you see pls <3 <3 <3

[lynxalon]

just faun

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[sheltershock]

Finally got the determination to do a row of crochet today. It’s still fun! And still a great excuse to watch YouTube videos guilt free!

I want to burn though my yarn stash but I have to finish this blanket first.

[allgather]

they had given kakashi the courtesy of someone delivering the news in person. he was the first to know, as he was next of kin. iruka only took a few missions every year, just enough to remain in active duty. they were usually low-paying, low-risk missions that utilized his medical ninjutsu. unfortunately, that very skill had painted a target on his back in this case. his unit had been ambushed, iruka had gotten caught in the crossfire. just when they thought this cycle of needless bloodshed had ended, another death was dropped at kakashi's doorstep.

he doesn't say much, not at first. after he hears the masked man infrm hi of iruka's death, the world goes quiet. it feels impossibly small, condensed in every halted thought in his brain & chest. he's sure the man is telling him the details, but he can't hear them as they spill from concealed lips. he does catch one phrase, however.

' iruka's body is in the konoha morgue ' a pause. he must have noticed how pale kakashi had become, how difficult it was to control his impossibly even breaths. The man then forces a letter into Kakashi's hands in an unfortunate sort of understanding. the details didn't matter right now. there were bigger feelings to swallow. The messenger departs, leaving Kakashi in a silent world.

kakashi often lamented over death, what could happen if he were to lose those he loved. but it was too painful to think that he might outlive iruka. he wasn't sure who he would be without iruka's warmth, guiding him from day to day. even now, as he opens to read the letter he cannot bare to retain any of the words sprawled down the page. the writing was neat, impresonal, full of facts. It was a bastardized memorial to the man they represent, lacking any of the warmth Iruka had maintained in life.

None of it made sense, so he crumples the paper in his hand. He tears it in half once, then again & again. He's not sure when the lamp by their shared door hits the wall, nor if he had been the one to throw it but he does know he cannot breathe. he cannot think of how his knuckles split when they go through the wall of their shared apartment. he closes his eyes to shut out every reminder of iruka's already suffocating absence that littered their home. burning lungs force out an ugly sob & before he knows it, he's on the ground. he can't stand, he can't breathe, he can't think. iruka can't be gone, it was impossible.

At some point, Naruto shows up. They had made plans for the evening to catch up, to grab a bite to eat... but news spread fast & grief was a terrible thing. He helps Kakashi clean up the glass & Kakashi washes his bloodied knuckles. together, they cry. they will have to plan the funeral in the coming days, but for now they remember iruka & grieve for all the love they had for him that no longer had a place to go.

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[anayatrugs]

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[klingercollection]

literally got so horny for dan fielding yesterday that i got a bit dizzy

[kittyeekcube]

soo i made a uquiz where we make a friendly exchange. u give me a little piece of yourself & i give you back a little playlist for u only<3 let me know what u got in the tags<3

[webism]

★★★ Thinking about the morning after a one night stand with Toji. Waking up to the soft sounds of him getting dressed and psyching himself up to sneak out. He keeps glancing back at you, though, wanting to rejoin you in bed and take you over and over and over again. He hasn't had sex that good in months. Maybe a year.

You're still sore, your legs ache from being hiked up over his shoulders for so long, pressed against your chest as he fucked you in the most nasty mating press you've ever been folded into. Your lips hurt, from the way he's catch them between his teeth and bite down. Hard. Your head hurts, from the dizzying orgasms you had, from the way you screamed his name until the sun started peaking over the horizon line.

And still, you want more.

"It's rude to leave someone sore and sad after fucking them like that," you make it known you're awake, sitting up in bed and letting the sheets slide off your body.

Toji is met with the sight of your chest, marked up with bites and hickies and what might somehow be the indentations of his nails. Still, he scoffs and starts to look for his pants just to realise they're hanging from your ceiling fan. "I'm not a cuddler," he grabs his bottoms and starts to pull them on.

"I don't want cuddles." It's a lie, you think. Cuddles with him would be nice: he's so big and warm and you fit perfectly in his hands. You wonder what his heart sounds like when he's still and calm. You wonder if he ever is still and calm. "What? You all fucked out?"

His cock twitches at the implication. You note the look on his face, the beginnings of hunger.

"Look," Toji starts, licking his lips. You're reminded of the mess you made all over his lips just hours before, how good he said you tasted. He's about to make an excuse, say he's got work or something, but Toji is nothing if not an opportunist. "Ah, fuck it."

And he's climbing back into the warmth of your bed and pressing his lips to yours in something heated and oddly... affectionate. You could close your eyes and pretend it's a good morning kiss, but you don't mind the way his cock is already hardening and pressing against your side, or the way he drags you out of bed and grumbles about how he needs a shower and if you want him to stay and give you good dick until you're full up and senseless, you'll let him make himself at home.

And you're still sore, but at least the scalding water does something to soothe the ache in your legs as Toji picks you up and drills his cock into you against the glass shower door. How good he looks with water running over his tight muscles; losing course over each scar of his and being jostled from his body with each mean snap of his hips into yours.

And he's an asshole, but not wholly horrible, so when you cum so hard on his cock that your whole body shakes, he's quick to clean you off, wrap you in a towel and take you back to bed.

Where he makes you cum one last time on his tongue before leaving <3 dw, he'll be in touch.

[reem-alajrami]

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and raised my children until they grew up and got married and we remained until this moment in one house, supporting each other through the days in a family atmosphere and a house full of warmth and reassurance.

Until the war came and made us lose our home and the security we lived in,

as we were deported from the north of the Gaza Strip to the south, where there was no shelter except a dilapidated tent,

This is my daily struggle to light a fire and use it to prepare bread and cook food with the firewood and paper available to us in the absence of electricity and cooking gas

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[bongo-clash]

Okay scribbled this out Super Fast and my justifications for this are in the tags BUT-

Short DPXDC Prompts #658

very powerful spectral entities serve on the Ghost Kings council to advise and assist the king in his duties. Some commonly powerful entities are collectives. Usually the collective consciousness of a city, a concept, or an ideology.

Two of those collectives that serve the Ghost Kings Council is Metropolis and Gotham.