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had a(nother) nightmare
#deltarune#rouxls kaard#lancer#queen#art#lancer had a bad dream. rouxls comes in to fall asleep in the floor like he always does. queen followed because she needs to#Familiarize Herself with The Rituals and also hey her boy is sad#and then they ALL fell asleep in the floor literally right next to his bed#-- i had tire marks on the bedsheets but they vanished somewhere. damn it#this one isnt old btw i just drew this This Morning HEHEHEHE#its kinda scrungy but thats ok#ok 2 tag ship but not explicitly ship either if ur not into it#i love that half my 'qk' art can very easily be read platonically#i think thats an important aspect of their relationship is that they are good friends and coparents. and THEN they're kissing sometimes#this is hardly the first family cuddle and or sleep pile ive drawn. i never posted my favorite i dont think#i am just all about sleep and cuddle piles. did u know swatchlings love to sleep in piles (headcanon)#if one bird falls asleep in the cafe the odds are very good that one or two more will join them#theres a pile of birds in booth 4 all shoved in there haphazardly and eeping. swatch is coming with pots and pans.
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man's best friend
headcanon and sketch under the cut!!
#james potter#sirius black#animagus#padfoot#prongs#prongsfoot#platonic prongsfoot#friends cuddling#headcanon#sirus black headcanon#marauders#the marauders#dead gay wizards from the 70s#digital art#fanart#art#doodles#lgbtq+#fuck jkr !! all my homies hate jkr !!
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Take!!! A gamble!!!! That love exists!!!! And do!!!! A loving!!!!!! Act!!!!!!!!
#I recite this like a mantra honestly#when I'm not feeling great I think what loving act could I do today#usually its give my cat lots of cuddles and kisses#but sometimes I'll message an old friend to see how they're doing#or offer my coworker some of my lunch#love exists and love is all around us if you choose to believe it <3#platonically physically romantically there's so many ways we can love#I aspire to be a beam of light in a world shadowed by fog#<3#mick squeaks#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#sister calderón#red dead redemption community
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“It's like watching a car crash.” Steve snorts, watching Robin try to flirt with the girl at the bar.
Eddie glances at their best friend and lets out a soft laugh. “Yea, it is. But you can't judge babe.”
Steve gives him a scandalized look. “What's that supposed to mean? I thought you loved bitchy me.”
Eddie kisses his temple, “Oh, I do. It's just you were just as bad with me.” He nods at Robin and the goth girl she's flailing over.
“I was not!”
Eddie lets out a cackle. “Yes, you were. You flirted way too hard. I thought you were mocking me. You stumbled over your words when I called you cute—which made you even cuter—and I had to make the first move in the end in my van.”
Steve grumbles, “But I was smooth after that.”
Eddie swoops Steve in his arms and pushes him against the bar. He whispers in his ear real low, “Oh big boy, you were very smooth after. Gotta say that's the quickest anyone's got me into bed.”
Steve shakes his head laughing, but Eddie can tell he got a bit worked up. “Eddie I'm the only one who's got you into bed.”
“Hmmm, and you've ruined me for everyone.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s hips. Steve breaks and attacks Eddie’s lips with his own. Eddie moans openly into his mouth.
“God, I hope she gets her number soon. Can't wait to get you back into that bed.” Steve purrs.
They are both broken from their trance when they hear a crash. They turn their heads to find Robin profusely apologizing to the guy whose drink she knocked out of his hand.
Eddie snorts, “Okay, yea. You’re right. She's worse. It's like watching a train wreck.”
Steve puts his head on Eddie’s shoulder and laughs. “Yea, but she's our train wreck.”
They look at her fondly when Eddie says, “That she is.”
#steddie#stranger things#the trio are always at gay bars#it usually ends with them drunk eating junk food and cuddle on the couch watching a movie#they don't stay at the bar past 12#they all ache like old men#platonic stobin#robin buckley#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#fluff#bisexual steve harrington#gay eddie munson#platonic soulmates stobin#eddie munson and robin buckley friendship#aged up characters#my writing
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Thinking about teenage Sirius, wickedly smart with top grades, a rich heir to an old pureblood house, tall and handsome and haugty, drawing many admiring and envious looks that he appears to be above acknowledging. Popular, yet sticks to his small and close circle of friends, not really allowing anyone else close.
But even with them he's guarded about his own physical space; the old uncease is hard to shake, and it twists the want into knots. No matter how much he craves this intimicy, he struggles to accept it when it's given, and initiating it himself is even more difficult.
Padfoot makes everything simple, though. And so Sirius starts turning into him whenever he needs to be close - because asking for cuddles is so much easier for the dog than it is for the boy.
#sirius black#also love a sirius who hugs and leans on his friends without problems!!!#but ugghhgg been thinking about this version lately#😭😭#and!!! FOR YOU CAT!!!#cuddle the dog#!!! and also the boy PLEASE he deserves all the cuddles <333#also this can be platonic or romantic and whatever ship honestly#but ofc my heart makes this#wolfstar#james would not give up on his hugging mission + sirius is definitely the most comfortable hugging him#but remus would let sirius initiate it if he wants it which means NO HUGS and SO MUCH PINING#and LOTS OF puppy cuddles#they'll get there though <3
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Cuddle Buddies 💕
They’re so important to me!! 😫🫂
WAHHHHH
#newsies#character art#art#livesies#davey jacobs#jack kelly#newsies art#katherine pulitzer#les jacobs#crutchie morris#beloveds#my lovelies#cuddles#platonic cuddles#they’re all so good#for my davey/katherine friendship enjoyers#and my jack/crutchie friendship enjoyers#and ALSO of course my fellow les jacob’s enjoyers#he’s so underrated#he’s just a little guy!!#go to sleep#javey newsies#javey
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I got idea from your keiko story. What if reader somehow meets kid shigaraki?
ANON. I WANNA KISS YOU SO BAD. (Consensually of course)
Content: reader finds kid Shigaraki and takes care of him (sobs)
Genre: angst, a lot of fluff tho so it cancels out
“Okay, do I have everything? Keys, purse? Yep, looks like I do,” you reassured yourself as you set off to the store. The looming thought of the hot summer sun sent ironic shivers through your body, days lolling about on the couch sleepily when your boss wasn’t demanding every second of your time.
You locked the door hurriedly, determined to stock up on essentials, as well as some treats for your kitten, and set on your way. Your earphones nestled comfortably in your ears, drowning out the whines of crying children and rowdy school students by blaring your favourite music. It was a beautiful day nonetheless, birds twittering softly as the sun beat down on you. Your bag thumped lightly against your side, providing a steady rhythm alongside your music.
The trek was relatively easy; the local convenience store wasn’t even a 10 minute walk from your house and you were soon on your way back to your beloved princess kitten, Freya, with an armful of essentials (plus a few goodies). Music thudded from your earphones noisily, distracting you from looking properly where you were going until you nearly fell over from an unknown obstacle.
“What the hell?!” You were ready to cuss the fucker out, until you looked down.
A small child, couldn’t have been much older than six years old, stared emptily back. No. The look wasn’t empty. It was hollow, as if a child was stuck in a body it didn’t belong in. His hair was a beautiful powder blue, long and stark. It was ashy too, and slightly greasy. You assumed it was from days, possibly weeks, of parental neglect. Some of the thicker strands were matted at the back, and his fringe fell heavily over his face.
When your eyes connected, something shattered deep within your chest. Small orbs that would normally be filled with tears at the idea of being lost were totally empty. Despite the lack of emotion on the poor boy’s face, you could see some small flecks of red amongst the vast space of white.
Blood was everywhere; on his face, deep in his eyebrows, caked under his nails that he held oh so tightly. The poor baby was in trouble, and you were desperate to know why. You removed a headphone and crouched down, placing the plastic bags gently either side of you.
Each move was tentative and slow, like the shivering lamb in front of you was going to bleat and run away.
“Hey there sweetheart, are you lost? Did you lose your parents?” You questioned him softly. The boy tightened up at your question, before tears started to fill his waterline. His hands wrung tightly against each other before lifting one up to scratch his neck.
“I-I didn’t mean it!” He choked out. The tone of his voice caught you severely off guard; instead of being soft or rowdy like a regular child, he sounded strained. Not unlike nails on a chalkboard, you found yourself flinching. The scratching grew more intense as you looked on in anxiety.
“Woah, hey little guy! You could really hurt yourself doing that!” You brought your arm up to stop him scratching, before flinching backwards due to a blood-curdling scream.
“NO, PLEASE DON’T!!” He shrieked, hands covering his grimy face and fell to his sides. The petrified baby was trembling profusely despite having fallen to the ground in his fear. Tears dampened his once dry and crusty cheeks, little torso shaking in heaving breaths.
A beetle that was pottering near his hand’s disintegrated immediately, and the dots started to connect. You paused; you had to be careful about this.
“Okay, sweetheart. I promise I won’t touch you, but you might change your mind after you hear my quirk. Do you want to know what it is?” You remained on his level. Slow, and gentle. Like taming a wild kitten.
This seemed to rouse the boy from his oncoming anxiety attack as he looked at you tearfully. He seemed to consider the idea, before nodding his head dolefully. A large grin overtook your features as you presented your hand.
“My quirk is called equilibrium. It means that I can balance out quirks and maintain a constant state. In exchange for being able to being ‘immune’ to quirks, I usually end up with a killer migraine that lasts a few days. It normally depends on how strong the quirk is, so I don’t really use it a lot. Isn’t that cool?!” You asked him excitedly.
The boy looked at you with curiosity. You let out a small chuckle.
“So, what I’m saying is, you can touch me and I won’t disappear. I promise you,” you solemnly swear to him, extending your pinky finger. Tenko looked at it in pure fear, almost as if the devil himself tainted it.
“I understand that you’re frightened, but you’re dirty, walking around the street with no shoes. I want to help you,” you whispered to him gently. Tenko seemed to light up at your statement.
A tiny pinky extended to you, trembling but still willing. It wrapped itself around you, and you almost shuddered at the texture of his skin. Nonetheless, you continued to loop your fingers around his small hand until you were fully holding his hand. Tenko stared at you with tears pricking his eyes again. He could… touch you?! You smiled softly.
“I told you, see? You can’t hurt me,” you promised. Tenko couldn’t help the tears that trickled down his malnourished cheeks as he dove into a hug. Your eyes widened; just what the hell has this poor baby been through? Your arms shifted under him to cup him closer to you.
“Do you want to come to my house? It’s not that far, so we can get you cleaned up, fed and then find out what to do with you,” you murmured into his ears. Tenko thought for a moment before nodding, his shaggy hair tickling your cheek.
Tenko rearranged himself to wrap his arms around your neck as you grabbed the bags that you previously dropped and nestled his legs around you.
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The journey was only 10 minutes, and yet Tenko had dozed off on the way. His small snores rumbled softly in your ears as you fiddled in your pockets for the keys. Tenko jolted awake at the sound before realising where he was.
“Mph, are we there yet?” He whined sleepily, dry fists rubbing against his eyes. Your cat meowed at the new smell in her home, shaking the sleep off and meowing indignantly.
You set Tenko down with a slight grunt; carrying a small child and 3 grocery bags was not an easy feat. You knelt back down to Tenko’s level and gently rested your hand on his shoulder.
“Now, I need to know your name. I think it’s silly that we don’t know each other’s name, so let’s introduce ourselves before we start calling each other sillier nicknames,” you giggled, earning a small smile from the boy.
“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you,” you said warmly, holding out your hand. Tenko paused before giving you his hand back.
“I’m Tenko Shimura,” he mumbled back.
“Well Tenko, I think you need a bath. Am I alright to run you one?” You asked him. He thought for a moment before nodding his heavy head.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
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The bath water was an absolute godsend to Tenko’s fractured body. The soothing smell of your cherry bakewell scented bath gel calmed Tenko’s nerves as he glanced around the bathroom.
“Is the water alright in there, sweetheart? It’s not too hot is it?” You shouted from your bedroom, gathering soft fluffy towels.
“N-no. Its… nice, thank you,” he tried shouting back, voice cracking. He observed the bath water as he waded his hands through it. Once clear as diamond, the water slowly shifted to a murky brown. Chunks of dried blood dropped into the water, splashing back into Tenko’s face. He let out a whimper; he must look disgusting.
Your soft rapping at the door brought him out of his thoughts.
“Tenko? Am I alright to come in, little lamb? I can help you wash your hair if that’s okay?” You asked him gently.
“U-um… yes please,” he nodded back. You opened the door and smiled at him to reassure his jolting nerves.
“You’re certainly looking cleaner, little lamb! Look at the colour of the tub!” You giggled before feeling your heart pang at the tears forming in Tenko’s eyes.
“Oh no, I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you upset,” you rubbed his hair to comfort him. Tenko’s eyes grew wider as he started to sob louder in the tub. The feeling of something so simple as rubbing his head when he’s sad was so alien to him. God, you hated whoever did this to him.
“That’s it my little lamb, let it out. That’s a good boy, just cry until you can’t any more,” you crooned sympathetically, rubbing his head and wiping away tears.
And so, Tenko did just that. Cried. He cried until no more tears would come out, he cried until his head started to hurt, he cried for everything. For his mother, for his sister and for Mon. And oh, how he cried for his dog who provided more comfort than any member of his family.
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When Tenko woke up again, he was bundled up in blankets on a couch that felt worlds different than the leather one at his house. This was soft and warm, with needlefelt and crocheted cushions. He lifted his sleepy head up before jolting his hands away. But the crumbling of the couch never came.
Tenko glanced down and was met with a small pair of winter gloves, cut so that Tenko’s fourth and pinky finger were concealed.
“Ah, you woke up! You worried me for a second there, little lamb. You kinda passed out on me in the bath, so I cleaned you up and bundled you up on the couch,” you rambled on as you set down a glass of milk for him.
“Here sweetheart, drink up. You must have hurt your voice badly,” you nudged it to him as he readjusted himself comfortably.
“T-thank you,” he mumbled brokenly, voice still strained from all of the crying. He took the first gulp before realising just how thirsty he was. Next thing you knew, the glass was empty as Tenko huffed and puffed.
“Wow little lamb, you must have been thirsty, hmm? I’ll bet you’re hungry too?” You guessed. Tenko nodded his head quickly, scared that you’ll pull back your offer. You smiled at his slight change of demeanour.
“That’s alright, I’ll go make you something now. How does Katsu curry sound?”
Tenko’s eyes lit up.
“T-that sounds good thanks,” he mumbled happily, playing with his fingers shyly. You nodded at him and told him to get comfortable.
As you cooked, Tenko remained on the couch and looked around. Your apartment was cozy, filled to the brim with trinkets and photos of your friends and family. Soft knitted blankets dotted around the room, a large scratching post for your cat as well as numerous toys.
Tenko jumped as he felt a slight shift in the couch. The small black, white and grey cat he saw earlier was staring at him, sizing him up for a moment before nestling into his side. She kneaded the blanket that pooled around his knees, purring away.
Tenko thought for a moment before tentatively stroking the gap between her ears, pleased when the purring increased tenfold.
“I see you’ve become friends with my cat,” you giggle as you present two steaming bowls.
“She’s lovely,” he murmured shyly, petting her a little more confidently. You hummed in acknowledgement as you set the bowls down as well as some cutlery.
“Now, eat up. Then, we have to go to the police and see what happens next,” you smiled at him as ice flooded his blood.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Nothing is going to happen to you. You’re only a child, and you clearly didn’t mean to kill anyone. I’ll have to check if you have any more family that can take you in,” your tone softened as you looked at Tenko’s face.
“I-I don’t have anyone else. A-all of my f-family was in the… the-,” he started crying again, gloved hands coming to reach his neck. You took his hand in yours and rubbed it soothingly, before lifting him up and placing him in your lap. Tenko buried his face into your neck and sobbed whilst you stroked his hair.
“I know, little lamb, I know. If that’s the case, then I’m going to look into adopting you myself, if that’s what you want?” You looked at him as you asked him.
Tenko’s eyes lit up before dimming again.
“B-but my quirk hurts people. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I’ve already hurt so many people,” He whimpered. Your heart ached looking at the young boy.
“My quirk is perfectly compatible with yours, and as long as you wear those gloves then you have no reason to worry. You’ve already seen just how mean people can be with people with a quirk like yours. If you stay with me, then I can protect you and help you,” you lifted Tenko’s chin to meet his eyes.
“Sweetheart, it’s a cruel, mean world for people who society deem ‘villains’. You have been hurt and ignored by these people, and I want to make sure that doesn’t happen again. You’re only a small boy, you didn’t deserve what happened to you. It’s not your fault. It was never your fault. I can help you learn to control your quirk to prevent accidents like this again. I know it hurts now, but we can get through this. I’ll be there for you every step of the way.”
Tenko flung himself deeper into your chest and sobbed until his throat was raw. In the past few hours, you had shown him such kindness that it overwhelmed him, on a level that only his mother dared display. Throughout the day, you had a warm glow radiate from within you. Tenko knew he wouldn’t have anyone else look after him.
You cuddled Tenko closer to you as he settled down.
“Now, let’s eat before the food goes cold,” you smile.
“Okay mama.”
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“Tenko? Tenko, hurry up! You’re gonna be late for your first day!” You yelled up the stairs to your adopted son.
“I know, ma! I can’t find the extra pair of gloves you gave me,” he yelled back, rootling the Eraserhead backpack you gifted him. It was his first day at UA Hero Academy, and your nerves were just as shaky as his. He eventually found them, relieved at the sight as he readjusted his tie agitatedly.
“Do you have everything? Lunch, your creams, your throat spray?” You fussed over him, straightening his tie and smoothing his blazer lapels.
“Damn ma, you were rushing me out the door and now you’re gonna make me late,” he groaned, but cracked a light smile.
You looked at him. He had improved so much since you first took him in. His hair was cleaner, his skin had better creams, his lips were smeared in soothing lip balms and his allergies were nearly a thing of the past. The thought of the young, helpless boy you took in using his once destructive power for the better of society brought tears to your eyes.
“H-hey, don’t get all emotional ma! What’s the matter?!” He fussed, stopping when you smile at him.
“I’m so proud of you, Tenko. More than you’ll ever know. Now, go be the best hero that anyone has ever seen in UA!” You wiped your tears as you hugged your son, feeling him tremble slightly in return.
“Thanks ma. For everything.”
#tenko shimura#baby tenko#shigaraki tomura#tenko shimura x reader#NO COS POOR BABY#FUCK HIS DAD FR FR#ALL MY HOMIES HATE KOTARO#shigaraki x reader#hic#sob#he deserves the entire world#my baby#I want to cuddle him so much#play with his hair and tell him he’s alright :(#tomura x reader#platonic tomura x reader#platonic tenko x reader
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I've been listening to the song "Sweet Dreams" from the Chainsaw man soundtrack for 2 hours straight
and you should too
#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid mk#lego monkie kid mei#lmk mk#lmk mei#OUGH IT´S THEM#i love their friendship#this is all platonic#they cuddle#they like to#I feel that the series does not give enough importance to the friendship of these two#I'm still not satisfied with the interactions of the specials#THE HUG THEY GAVE THEM SHOULD HAVE LASTED LONGER AND IF YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE I WILL BITE YOU#i just think theyre neat#i swear im this close to make an animatic where i made them CRY WHEN THEY SEE EACH OTHER
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Hc that Polites has a massive squish (platonic crush) on Odysseus
a follow up to this post, this post, and this post. you don't need to read them to understand this post tho
It's difficult to explain because in a lot of ways it feels a lot like a romantic crush but it's not. He spent a few years when they were younger debating if what he was feeling was romantic or not but when he saw how Odysseus and Penelope acted, he knew that wasn't right. He had all the same intensity and the longing that they had but he just wanted to hang out, nothing more. It's a weird thing, to be laying in bed, kicking your feet, and giggling with joy like you've got a crush because you spent all day with your bestie but know that you never want it to go any further than that.
Admittedly, he was jealous when Odysseus was falling in love with Penelope. Who did this girl think she was?? Sure, she was smart, pretty, and talented but what about him? He had known Odysseus almost for their entire lives, did that mean nothing to him? Why would he not want to spend time with Polites in favor of this random girl he didn't even know existed until a few months ago??? It didn't make any sense. He was bitter and angry; he wanted to take it out on Odysseus by acting distant and closed off but he couldn't do it. He thought if he acted like he had other people he'd rather hang out with then Odysseus would realize what he was missing. But every time he came by, it felt so much better to let all the giddy affection that buzzed in his heart out. Polites found he didn't care one way or the other about Penelope when Odysseus was talking to him.
By the time Odysseus and Penelope got married, he had made peace with it. Penelope might be Odysseus' first choice now but that didn't mean that he would stop hanging out with Polites entirely. Seeing Odysseus' blinding smile as he celebrated with his new wife made everything worth it. If Penelope made him happy, Polites could be happy for him too. He finally stumbled home from the festivities feeling warm and content.
When Telemachus was born, it rekindled an aspect of his relationship with Odysseus that had been forgotten lately. His friend was stressed, sleep deprived, and bursting with love for his tiny son. Polites would let him lean on his shoulder while he rambled incoherently about how amazed he was that such a small person could fit so much poop in him. It melted Polites' heart that his friend felt so comfortable with him; that he would press into his side, half asleep, and finally let himself relax. Odysseus had always been very tactile in showing his affection for people, but it had been reserved more for Penelope lately. Polites' heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.
They sailed to Troy and the war slowly, very slowly, began. They stopped spending as much time together -Odysseus was needed by the kings- and as the years dragged on, Polites thought he had finally gotten over his feelings. The ones that Odysseus would unknowingly entertain but never understood the full depth of. When he laid in his tent at night and thought of his friend, no strong feelings came. Just two friends who enjoyed each other's company a normal amount. Honestly, he was fine with this. Odysseus wouldn't shut up about how much he missed Penelope even though Polites was right there with him and the unrequited yearning was starting to grow old. No matter how close they were or how much time they spent together, Odysseus would never return the level of feeling that Polites had for him.
After the ambush of Troy, the whole camp spent a night celebrating before they packed up to finally go back home. People were drinking, singing, making sacrifices to the gods, and admiring their new treasures. Everyone was having a good time- except Odysseus. He stumbled into Polites' tent and collapsed to his knees. Polites was by his side in an instant, pulling him into his arms so he wouldn't completely fall. His friend sobbed and sobbed as Polites gently rocked him back and forth. He didn't know where this had come from, not a single man under Odysseus' command had died, but he would spend as long as he needed to comforting his friend. Odysseus eventually cried himself to sleep, still in his armor and still in his arms. As Polites gently laid him down on his mat, his heart gave another kick of longing. It startled him -he thought he was over this- but when Odysseus refused to let go of his hand, even in sleep, he decided that he was more than happy to get pulled back in headfirst.
They start the trip back home. Time was running out until Odysseus is distracted by Penelope again. If Polites ever wanted Odysseus to feel the same way about him, he needed to do something now. But he wasn't sure what to do; he didn't want to do anything besides what they're already doing. Hanging out, talking, teasing each other, etc. He jumped at the chance to explore the island alone with him and to cheer him up. He was still not sure why Odysseus was upset but if he could help him... then maybe that'll be the thing that finally get Odysseus to return his feelings. It's a long shot but he had to try. And if not, then he still got to spend a day with his friend, making him feel better.
The club came from above and Polites didn't see the shadow until it was too late. There was a split second of wind in his hair. Then pain. So much pain. He was sure his ribs were piercing through his lungs. He doesn't remember calling out for Odysseus. He doesn't remember reaching out for him either. He only remembers the look of terror on his friend's face and the tears already pouring down his cheeks.
#:D#you're welcome!#i will happily be the captain of this ship lol#polites: cuddling/taking naps/holding hands/getting food/talking/spending the rest of our lives together: yes. kissing/sex: no#(lowkey based this off me and my long distance queer platonic partner. she's romantically dating as well and i am... so fine abt it)#not jealous at all#i need to talk to her abt it#anyway... here are some regular tags#epic the musical#odysseus#polities#penelope#odypen#odysseus x penelope#polites x odysseus#odysseus x polites#polites epic the musical#odysseus epic
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feelin like I need a good snuggle right now
I need someone to come up and hug me from behind and rest their forehead on the base of my neck
and then I’ll turn around and hug them from the front
and rest my chin on the top of their head
and close my eyes
and all will be okay in the world for a moment
#this can be platonic or romantic#I don’t really care at this point#cuddles are needed though#Ive got one irl friend that understands#we hug all the time for no reason#its the best#but I won’t get to see him until Monday#And that’s the last day of school#so I’ll have to be touch starved the whole summer#Im actually gonna die#therian#dog therian#canine kin#canine theriotype#canine therian#caninekin#dog theriotype#domestic dog therian#kit’s chatter
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My Aro Friend-Grief post is doing the rounds again, so I want to change the tone a bit. This is a Positivity Post(TM).
Reblog with at least one experience you've had with your friends or being aro/aro-spec that has brought you genuine joy! Let's get some hope passed around here!
#my friend has said that her future child will be named in my honour#my friend group also went on holiday to this massive house and there was lots of cuddling on the couch and cooking together#and honestly i think that was the Jam.#aro joy#aro grief post#aro experiences#aromantic#aspec#aroace#aro#aromanticism#friendship#platonic love#platonic relationships#arospec#we all doing ok?#we thriving?#aro positivity
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soft cuddles!!
#my art#draco malfoy#harry potter#drarry#drarry art#hp#hp art#its kinda shitty but i always love sleepy cuddles#this could be read as ship or platonic idc :)#was trying to play around with my shading idrk if it worked but#nobody look too hard at the anatomy / proportions (guy who has not taken a proper art class ever) (eyeballs it all)
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Human radiator
Fandom: Elena of Avalor
Characters: Gabriel Nuñez, Naomi Turner, Elena Castillo Flores, Mateo de Alva
Relationships: all four of them being best friends
Prompt: @flufftober - day 17 Only One Bed (kinda)
Word count: 427
Other: Fluff, Oneshot, Cuddling, Implied camping trip or something, platonic bed sharing, post canon, no context, Gabe's POV mostly because is anybody really surprised at this point
"Alright, so it looks..." Gabe brushed off his hands and paused.
"... actually not bad," Elena supplemented him with the right words.
"Yeah." He nodded, assessing their makeshift shelter with a judgmental gaze.
"So we're finally done? Oh thank goodness." Naomi dramatically threw away a stick and not wasting a minute, crawled under the canopy of branches and vines.
Mateo didn't seem completely convinced of the stability of the old stone wall their lean-to was based on, but an impatient "Well! Aren't you coming?!" from Naomi seemed to be enough to lure him inside.
Gabe looked over to Elena.
"I can take the first watch."
"No way!" Her answer synchronised with Naomi's cry.
"Nuh uh mister "not taking a coat to Maarsvik" you're staying in here with the rest of us!"
Elena nodded sagely and ushered him to go before her.
"Don't worry, we're alone here anyway. And I doubt there's anything out here to get us except for maybe mosquitoes?"
"And I call dibs on using you as a pillow," Naomi added as he squeezed into the tight space they got to call home for the night.
"Alright, alright," Gabe chuckled, making himself comfortable on the dry leaves and moss mattress. They all huddled together into one big bundle of arms and legs and chests, seeking warmth and any semblance of comfort on the five square metres that they got to share. Finally a shared relaxed sigh filled their little abode. That's when Gabe decided to add:
"By the way, I snore."
The silence lost its bliss. It has gained however, a whole lot of weight from the silent threats cast at him by everyone's glares. Gabe couldn't see them of course, but he could feel it well in his heart that they were there.
"Not if I smother you in your sleep you won't," Mateo mumbled half asleep.
Gabe chuckled and the atmosphere went back to being cozy.
"Very funny, Mateo." He rolled his eyes even if he knew they wouldn't see it. "Cause it was a joke, right? Guys...?"
The only answer he got was even and quiet breathing all around him and suddenly he started wondering if maybe standing a watch alone outside wouldn't be that bad.
But then he thought about the dark and cold and wind waiting behind the thin walls of their little hut and felt the warmth and comfort coming from his friends even strongly. His eyelids began to drop and he decided that maybe getting murdered in his sleep is something... he can worry about... in the morning...
Author's note:
You do not realise how badly I wanted to call Gabe a human radiator in the fic itself but. I imagine radiators are not a thing in the EverRealm T_T However I firmly believe that Gabe would make for a fantastic pillow and my goal was to not make it creepy or horny by accident in the fic. It's just an objective and platonic truth ✊
#blue's writing#flufftober#eoa#elena of avalor#los quatro amigos#gabriel nuñez#gabriel nunez#gabe nunez#gabe nuñez#elena castillo flores#naomi turner#mateo de alva#fluff#platonic#platonic cuddling#platonic cuddles#platonic touch#and if youre thinking#where are they what is happening how did they get there#where is the context????#there is no context#i just thought to myself 'hey wouldnt it be sweet if the amigos all got to sleep together like a pile of puppies'#and wrote it on the bus on my way home#enjoy 👍
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Love deeply platonic relationships where two individuals are practically platonic soulmates who care for each other deeply and have changed each other’s life significantly.
Hate it when the fandom sees is as romantic tho.
#its a huge annoyance of mine#proud bakudeku togachako platonic believer#maybe its cause im getting sick of the high amount of romance (canon and fanon) that is literally everywhere#when do i get to have my platonic soulmates that are portrayed correctly#like im sorry i dont look at their relationship and immediately wash it down ti romance#especially when its all ‘implied’ when their relationship has been so hevuoy traumatising they can’t be romantic because thats not how#theyve functioned this entire time#can this apso apply to lava#like lego ninjago lava#like yh no i aint hating on any of these shippers for any of these ships#but oh my GOD i need content that would fit canon#no i dont think theyd hide away in a corner and make out#and no i dont think theyd use pet names#except kai he definitely would call people baby randomly#and toga seems like teh type to say sweetheart or cutie often#but like in the way people say in a platonic sense#platonic#platonic soulmates#ugh i love platonic soulmates#its so mych cuter then romantic half the time when im looking for fluff#like please no i dont wanna see people making out and being committed i want people cuddling with no weirdness#this cant just be a me thing#please 😭
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im sleepy have a poll
#platonic cuddles and all. not trying to make a weird euphamism for sex#pomodoriwhines#the terror#the terror amc#excluding fagin the cat bc like. obvs#anyway good ight have fun
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Hear me out:
Percy can share his waterproof ability.
Apollo kids are immune to sun burns and can also share this ability.
Will and Percy exclusively use this information for the best beach naps of all time.
#the elf talks#pjo#someone: Nico where is your boyfriend#Nico: cuddling with my cousin on the beach#younger campers laying across the two of them for both immunities AND not getting sand in them#the best of all worlds tbh#if you can’t platonically cuddle with a friend for peak naps then what’s even the point
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