#a soft thing

[jtl07]

darling, call me yours

“Is it okay for me to call you that?” Beatrice asks, her voice only loud enough to fit in the space between them. Ava’s hands give her away, clenching tightly into Beatrice’s shirt in want but Beatrice still waits, ever patient, ever faithful. And Ava knows it’s not just a question of permission, that sewn within Beatrice’s words is a second inquiry - a prayer, even - for Ava to believe, to believe in what she means when she says it. or: Five times Beatrice calls Ava 'darling' (and one time Ava says it to Beatrice)

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[0sbrain]

alternatives for ai to design ocs

hero forge

picrew

the fucking sims 4

your local furry artist

bitmoji

shitty photoshoped collage

DeviantArt bases

zepeto

making edits of your favorite character

searching "dress up game" on the app store

learning how to draw

[absterstuff]

this is the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen jesus fucking christ

[sonny-angel-444-diva-cup]

[theereina]

IG: trapezoidmouth

Vixen Beauty

[jennifercheckwannabeme]

Cute pink gifs 🎀

[medea-of-colchis]

Russian silver gilt & clam shell powder compact c. 1950s

[yuist4r]

[hinamie]

oversaturate

[angelicbites]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[444prilsbae]

“…it’s also the moment before I get a really good idea of pure clarity. Like, when everything moves out the way, everything in your mind is completely blank and your mind is elevated. That’s eusexua and that is the only place I want to be now.”

[spoiledlg]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

match my freak?? How about you match my emotional intelligence, my understanding and considerate nature ?? That'd be cool.

[s2pdoktopus]

You know those fanfics where Zidian evolves into a magic snake? That's the idea but it's the fuzzy worm thing.