#and she’s not comfy with the idea of it

[koobiie]

bestowing my highest honor as an artist to ffxv (drawing the characters in fun outfits)

thoughts under the cut

RREAAAGHHHH SO EXCITED TO BE DONE WITH THIS!!!!! it took me forevarrrr but i soldiered through as an act of love. now excuse me. yap time

OKAY SO the concept behind this was originally specific fashion subcultures for everyone!l ike noct emo ignis dark academia etc. but then decided i didnt want to pigeonhole it all and just freestyled outfits i thought would look nice on everyone

noct - i do think noct would still be emo-ish but also opt for comfy baggy stuff a lot. something you could just fall asleep in on the spot. note the details of bass pro shop shirt (of course) XV necklace, little moon + stars accents, carbuncle + fish keychains. i also wanted his metal band logo shirt to spell LUCIS but i forgor some letters but its not very readable anyways

ignis - ignit ooohghh ignos ignaurs. sorry i made him serve so much cunt it will happen again. i drew him first cause that kind of inspired this whole thing i love him so bad if i didnt draw it id explode. not much detail to note except his collar pins are like his double blade thingies

luna - lunaaa the concept was “clean girl aesthetic” idk if that happened but im actually really happy with how it came out! might be my favorite of the bunch just because she looks so pretty and happy. your honor she should have been able to just be a normal girl and just. chill

prompto - prompotoooo i had trouble picking his vibe!!! my first thought was techwear?? because weeheeeehee he loves tech and well... you know... but then i realized i didnt really like the look of anything i saw + it was so bulky and dark and serious for him! ending up going with some more youthful and baggy. i was considering something more loud and colorful but ended up not going with it. i feel like in canon he'd be too nervous to have such a flashy fit and would want to just look "cool" to fit in with the boys lol. itty bitty details here - chocobo keychain, pompompurin and bi miku buttons, and his lanyard is kings knight themed! i also thought it was funny to write LUCIS on his shirt like you know those shirts that just say BROOKLYN or TOKYO or SAN FRANCISCO and thats it. thats what its like

gladio - okay i know this is going to sound like a lie but im not horny for gladio like at all, hes my least favorite, i think he's just alright. but also i KNOW in my heart of hearts that he would LOVE being a leather daddy and so i had to make it happen. main detail to note here is that his tank top has the motifs of a cup noodle! i didnt know what else to add cause you know.. hes the cup noodle guy.. but also i didnt want it to be so in your face about it with a big as logo so kept it subtle!

(side note the leather daddy gave me an idea for a post where its like noct and prom go to a gay bar all nervous but then they run into gladio and its like "p: GLADIO YOURE GAY?" "n: nevermind that PLEASE dont tell ignis we snuck out" and then ignis walks up and theyre all like WHAT THE FUCK!!!! caption would be "the gang finds out theyre all bisexual." probably wont draw it but i think its very funny lol)

iris - iris my sweetheart.... definitely leaned into the scene vibes here and also that one image of the blonde emo anime girl. details here - of course the moogle big ass backpack and keychain (can you tell i love keychains), but also her buttons are an iris (the flower) and also a crown with hearts (haha symbolism)

anyways oh god i didnt mean to write an essay down here. usually i keep this in the tags but this time i just had Too Much To Say. can you tell i put a lot of thought and love into this . anwyays. *walks off into the sunset and fuckig dies*

[nightlyrequiem]

Helloooooo :3c

What do you think about Valeria being a bit grumpy that reader isn't giving her attention, and reader just has to kiss her better -v-

Eventually when Valeria stops being stubborn she tackles reader into a cuddle :D

Have a nice day~

Helloo :3

I think I really like the idea of that ‼️

Valeria’s had a long day at work, so stressed and she just wants to come home to her loving partner. It’s a shame you can’t read minds and don’t know that she wants to practically fuse your ribs with hers.

Her replies are short and cold whenever you speak to her and you get the hint. Peppering her face with kisses. Valeria could never stay mad at you for long though and into end up on the floor, the couch, the bed, wherever. You better get comfy because you’ll be trapped in her arms for awhile…

[eden-writes-stuff]

@loveableprob

first of all, so sorry it took so long. I was about to give this up due to lack of ideas until I rewatched Gilmore girls, because Luke and Lorelai are so wolfstar coded. Secondly, I know it turned out a little differently than your exact original ask, but I tried to keep the main situation and circumstances and I really liked how this turned out and I hope that is okay and that you like it anyways (if not, please dm me)

Sorry for rambling

Wordcount: 427

Tags: Sirius rambles, fluff, light angst, shy Remus, gay Remus, Sirius is clueless about his sexuality

"Moons?" "Hm?" Remus didn't look up from his book as Sirius lay beside him on his bed.

"How come you don't date?" "I've never dated", he murmured, hoping to end the conversation quickly.

"Yeah, but that's just it. You're hot. I mean, at least all the girls say so. I'm sure you could land with a couple of them. I could give you advice if you want to. You know, how to approach them, what you could do on dates, how to kiss, and all that." Remus hummed, eyes fixed on his book.

 Since when did Sirius care about who he went out with? The only time a girl actually tried to flirt with Remus, Sirius made fun of her until she ran away crying. Not that Remus cared. Girls never really caught his eye, but how was he supposed to explain that to Sirius - or anyone for that matter.

"Is it your... monthly problem? Because I'm sure if someone just likes you enough they can see behind that. I mean, we all did, so why wouldn't your girlfriend? You will need to watch out who you tell it to, but we can help you with covering things up." Remus just shook his head. He really wasn't in the mood for this.

"Or is there someone specific you like?" Sirius sat up a bit. "An impossible romance! Written by fate! Destined to be together, but always held apart! It's not Evans, is it? James would kill you and I have promised him to help him hide a body if he ever needed it. But if it's anyone else I can arrange something for you. I'm great at talking you up. I'll be all like: 'Have you met Remus? He is really sweet to girls. He also has super soft hands and can always help you study no matter what subject. His hair always smells good," Remus raised an eyebrow at that, "and aren't these scars just too hot?! I mean, talking about badboy... He also has really comfy sweaters that you can steal and he will lend you his scarf when it's cold outside, even though he hates being cold.'" 

He paused and looked up at Remus, who was still staring at his book, desperately trying not to think too much of this. "'He's not the best listener though'", Sirius muttered, sitting up in his friend's bed. "So yeah, if you need help, you know where to find me." With that he left, closing the dormroomdoor behind him, leaving Remus with a heavy ache in his chest.

[ghostmoon1]

Dusted Rivalries - Chapter Five

Chapter Four | Master List | Chapter Six

Call of Duty Fic - Task Force 141 - Cowboy AU

Summary: You find a dog show being held locally in the newspaper, with a prize that can surely save the farm! But Simon is opposed to the idea...

Paring: You'll find out soon :3

Words: 2,072

Warnings: Swearing and arguments, mentions of smoking, Johnny being a flirt

A/N: RAHH I love this chapter quite a lot guys :3 I can't wait to move my focus back fully onto this fic, Comfy-Vember is a very nice break but I've been watching Yellowstone and now I'm getting more ideas for this. And a reminder, TAG LIST IS OPEN AND ALWAYS IS!!

Golden liquid you call it. Warm tea, warming up your insides on a cold morning. Sighing as the cool mug touches your lips, letting the liquid pool in your mouth for a moment to savour the sweet taste, then letting the warmth spread down your throat, feeling it warm you up like the sun. Pure heaven.

Until it was ruined by a thump on the dining table behind you.

Big bastard

You twirl around to see Simon throwing the newspaper on the table and slumping down in a seat, grumbling to himself as he takes out his phone. 

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” you mutter, more to yourself but he obviously heard.

“Shut it,”

You roll your eyes and grab the newspaper, sitting your tea on the table as you flick through the pages. “Hm… Dog show? Prize can include… oh my god up to ten grand?! That-”

“No.”

Simon's voice was sharp and cold as he moved across the kitchen to make his own tea. His movements were stiff, and tense. 

“What do you mean no? Ten grand could save the farm, John said-” you begin to argue back, but are quickly cut off by Simon again, slamming his mug down on the table. 

“I said no,” he growls, narrowing his eyes as he studies you, disapproval dripping off his features. You stare back, showing him that he didn't scare you. Well, he did a bit with the way he towered over you, but letting that show would only fuel his disapproval and judgment more.

“Why not?!” you argue, throwing the paper back onto the table and crossing your arms. You meet his gaze, fighting the urge to pull back and not be so stubborn. But if something like this were to work, it could help. He’d be eating his words if you got Dolly into it and won.

“She’s too old for that shit,” he snaps, putting his mug back down on the sink with a bit too much force. 

The words ‘too old’ leaving his mouth made you want to yank his hair and yell at him. “What. So, old dogs can't learn new tricks?” you bite back, anger coursing through you at the idiotic words you were hearing.

“Poor thing would break a leg if she tried doing the shit they do in those!”

“You just don’t believe in her.”

“I don't want our fucking dog getting hurt because of your stupid antics! This isn't even your place to be arguing back with me. If you want to do it get your own fucking dog!” he yells, striding across the room to get closer to your face, trying to get his point across. 

How satisfying it would be to just slap him. Of course you wouldn't, you’d probably be flying across the room within the next second if you tried. You settle on staring at him with a cold expression.

“Do you have any other ideas then? Or are you just gonna do shit nothing” 

“This is our fucking farm, our fucking home. Not yours. This isn't your battle,” he snarls before leaving, striding out of the room with anger radiating off him, it might as well left a sour smell behind. Your eyes stay on him until he’s out of sight, then sigh and bury your face in your hands.

Who knew trying to help would be so hard? He almost felt as stubborn as you, if not more. But what if doing this helped? What if you could save the farm, with the help of Dolly? Surely he’d be grateful after. If he wasn’t well… that's not your problem. Do it for the rest of them, they’d be grateful.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as John stepped into the room, walking past to pick up the newspaper. “What’s happening today, birdie,” he mutters, holding the newspaper out to read.

You huff and rest your chin on your hands so you can look at him. “The front page is talking about a dog show.”

“A dog show eh? Lemme see…” he mutters, glasses placed on his nose as he reads, his eyebrows knitting together as he concentrates. “Ten grand prize? Bloody hell… that could help the farm a lot.”

You nod, lifting your mug to your lips again, frowning as the liquid touches your lips. Bloody gone cold. “Simon doesn’t like the idea…”

“What’s the muppet got against a dog show?” He takes his glasses off and sets the paper down on the table again. He moves around the table to the kitchen counter, beginning to make himself some coffee.

“He thinks Dolly is too old. Has the mindset of ‘old dogs can't learn new tricks’,”

He hums in thought as he brings his freshly made coffee to his lips, the aroma staining the air. “He’s right about that, she’s an old girl. But that doesn’t mean she wouldn't enjoy doing something like that. She’s old, not unable.”

“Yeah, she’s smart, still active as a pup. She’d do well,” you murmur in agreement, aimlessly running a finger over the rim of your mug. You meet John’s gaze for a moment, studying the determination set in his features and the slight furrow in his brow he always carries.

“Think it’s time to teach the old dog some new tricks.”

You were heaving for air, hands placed on your knees to keep yourself upright. Your chest constricting in ways you didn't think were possible. You couldn't help but watch Johnny and laugh to yourself, seeing him running around the makeshift course you made to train Dolly with a treat in his hand to keep her following him.

“Old dogs’ more fit than you!” you tease, laughing as you watch him snap his head around to glare at you. 

“Bloody hell. I haven’t done this shit in a hot minute!” he yells back, almost losing his footing as he guides Dolly up a ramp, who was happily bounding over the course, nipping at the treat in his hand. “You're the one standing there doing nothin’! All outta breath and shit.”

“I ran around with her for an hour before you even got here! About time you're helping.”

He scoffs and pulls his hand back as Dolly tries to nip at the treat again, letting out a high-pitched bark of annoyance at him.

You sit down on one of the hay bales that you had carted up to the paddock behind the house. Setting the course up was hell, but if this all worked out in the end, it’d be worth it. Watching Johnny run around the course with Dolly was a sight you didn't expect to be witnessing today. You let your heart rate calm down, waiting for the thumping to stop ringing in your ears.

Soon enough Johnny retires from running around with Dolly, flopping onto the hay bale next to you, heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You watch as his chest rises and falls as he breathes, his mouth slightly open as he tries to take in as much air as he can. 

“Not as fit as I used to be…” he mutters, placing his hat on his chest and holding it there.

“You're still fit. Better than I am.” 

He lets out a chuckle and rolls his head over, looking over your features. The way your brows knit together as you thought, the sweat dripping down your forehead, the way your lips parted as you took in each breath, the shine of your eyes in the bright sun, the way his face reflected in your eyes.

“You ever get told how pretty you are, lass? Wee bonnie lass…” he mutters, noticing the way your cheeks become pink and warm.

“O-oh thank you,” you stutter, a smile spreading across your lips. He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for longer than they should have, feeling the way your cheeks become warmer under his touch. 

“You love birds done there?”

Your whole body jerks up at the newcomer's voice, your head snapping towards the direction it came from. Kyle stood near the gate, arms crossed over his chest with a singlet top on, his muscular arms in full view. You feel your cheeks become even warmer, your skin burning and turning more red.

“It's not. That. We-” you stutter and stumble over your words. Darn, Johnny for being even the slightest bit handsy at the worst of times.

“Hey, Kyle!” Johnny cheered, his grin wider than ever, ignoring the fact he just had you blushing and stuttering like a schoolgirl.

Kyle laughs and shakes his head, coming to sit on the hay bale with the both of you. “How’s training with Dolly going?”

“She’s like a pup. Gonna put me out of commission soon with how much she's dragging me around,” Johnny mutters, watching as Dolly does a lap of the paddock before jumping on the hay bale with everyone, panting and nudging Kyle's hand as she flops onto the soft hay.

Kyle rubs her ear, watching the way she rolls over and leans into his touch with a grin. “Worn the old girl out.”

“She’ll do well for the dog show. If she can’t win, I doubt any other dog can,” you chime in, joining in with adoring Dolly with love and affection. She lets out a happy whine of contentment, tail hitting the hay as she calms down from her morning of training.

“She’ll win, for sure,” Johnny says, watching her with eyes full of affection and love. Everyone knew she’d do well, their Dolly would win the show for them.

Simon's hands grasped onto the kitchen counter, his knuckles turning white as he looked out of the window onto the paddock where you had set up the makeshift course for Dolly to train on. He didn't want this. He knew Dolly could do it, he had faith in the old girl. But what if she got hurt? He’s seen what they do. What if she breaks a leg, and they can’t fix it? He can’t lose his old girl. She keeps him sane. Yes, so do the boys, but they make him feel insane sometimes too. 

He stared at you, Kyle and Johnny lying on the hay bale with Dolly in the middle, drinking up the affection and love she was receiving from everyone. He’d never admit how scared he was for her. That he could care about anyone, especially a dog this much.

“Don’t let it eat you, Simon,” John’s voice broke the silence of the kitchen, making him release a breath he didn't know he was even holding. His voice was like an anchor, bringing him back to reality, the present time where he was supposed to be.

“What if she gets hurt…” he mutters, his gaze not moving from the window as he unconsciously grips the counter tighter, enough to bruise his fingertips.

“She’ll be okay. The old girl keeps up with us when we go get the cattle in, a little dog show won't hurt her. She’s enjoying it. Look at her, lapping up all the attention,”  John says, joining him in looking out of the window at everyone else. “She looks happy.”

Simon sighs and rubs his face and leans over the counter. “I know… It’s just. She’s my dog, I picked her out as a pup. I can’t help but feel overly protective of her. If she gets hurt I can’t help but feel like it was me. I’m supposed to make sure she's okay and safe.”

John sighs and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently giving him support, trying to keep him grounded instead of floating off into his own mind. 

“I feel like it’s not only Dolly you're worrying about, is it?”

His jaw tenses and he keeps his gaze on the others, his whole body stiffening. “No. Just Dolly,” he grumbles before pushing himself off the counter and walking out of the room. John watches and sighs. There was something more behind it, he knew it. But he couldn't tell what.

With a sigh, John moved to the porch to continue watching you and the boys with Dolly, lighting a cigar before bringing it to his lips and letting the smoke fog his lungs, watching as he breathed the smoke back out and disappeared into the air.

[ Tag List: @sleep101 ]

[darkbluekies]

https://www.tumblr.com/darkbluekies/767206399177523200/i-just-came-up-with-an-idea-alternative?source=share

Reader awkwardly watching Hedwig and trying to mimic her to fit in. Making off handed comments about being so rich and getting gifts from her parents all the time but the way she says it is so over the top that everyone just thinks she's a weirdo :( she don't know how to interact with so many rich people who don't understand her situation.

Hedwig dosent like that you pretend or that her friends judge you and think your lying so she starts leaving you expensive gifts and accessories to wear. Pretty boxes tied with a bow on your bed in the dorm, all from your secret admirer.

She takes real pride in seeing you wear the things she bought you, it feels like she's laying claim to you even if you don't know they're from her

Honestly? Hedwig might be the perfect choice for yandere... if you ignore the isolation part shed probably do later on 😬

hedwig is a really sweet girl, i agree. I feel kind of bad that she's related to Edmund

If she went to this boardin school, it mean that she was a bit more out of touch with reality than she is in the canon storyline. but she would still be as nice, like:

"Oh, my God, don't you have this *ridicolously expensive designer bag*?" "No, I don't, actually." "Why not? It's very practical!"

And once she realises that you don't have money to buy it, she would get it for you, because 'the bag is so comfy and practical and you should have one too to carry all your stuff and avoid pain'.

It reminds me a bit of the scene in Young Royals where the girls buy Sara new, expensive riding pants because she was too poor to buy them.

She would kind of claim darling by her things. Because if the others see that Hedwig accepts you, they'd warm up to you. At least a bit. Thankfully, in a school where everyone is rich, they wouldn't care about impressing Hedwig and would leave the two of you alone

[saddled-on-stars]

Hello! Could you please do movie Beetlejuice with a(n adult) reader summoning him with the only purpose to ask for cuddles? She didn't expect the ritual to actually work and is extremely shy, so when he shows up she's absolutely embarrased for having him come over to do something as mundane as cuddling. Thank you!

Damn y'all are thirsty for Keatlejuice- (NO HATE I SWEAR, It's just that a lot of requests have been for Keatlejuice lmao) I really should watch the movie, lmao- Again, to tell you what I tell others for Keatlejuice and Toonjuice, I can't guarantee that it will be 100% accurate, as I've never watched the cartoon or the movies, but I'm hoping to soon! Please feel free to criticize if it isn't correct! BUT LOWKEY THIS IS SO CUTE I WILL DO MY BEST, DARLING! SORRY IT WAS SO LATE!! Happy reading! - Star ★

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★- Trigger Warnings: Explicit Language, *slight* Mentions of Perverted Boss, *subtle* mentions of cycle. -★-★-★-★-★-★-★- Key: ★ (This fic is specifically for a female reader!) ★ (Y/N) = Your Name ★ (L/N) = Last Name -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-

- ★ - Summoned Snuggles - ★ -

You're lying face-down on your soft, cool mattress, feeling the soft sheets beneath your fingertips. You groan into your pillow, exhausted from the day it's been; your boss had you working the 14-hour shift instead of your typical 8-hour.

He's already an asshole as it is, he didn't have to make it worse by performing his perverted acts like squeezing your hip and brushing your thigh, which you did not consent to. Ugh, he's such a fucking perv, and you're sick of it.

To top it all off, it's that time of the month for you. Great. Cramps take over your lower abdomen, causing you to hold your stomach tighter, and wince from time to time.

A headache begins to take form in your brain, and it causes you to rub your temples, despite it not doing anything to help the pulsing in your head. Ugh, you just wish this week could end; it's only Wednesday.

Your headache pauses for a brief moment, as a small, simple idea pops into your head, causing a small shy smile to spread across your face. His hugs were always nice. They seemed to erase any pain, mostly mental, but that didn't matter.

You finally saunter out of bed and stumble over to your closet, ready to change out of that fucking itchy uniform, with a button-up white shirt, that shows off your cleavage way too much, the skirt being much too short for your liking at all. You didn't like showing off your body to the public, let alone that nasty boss of yours.

Shutting your closet door, you lock it, afraid as if something were to come in and see you exposed, even though you know full well that there's not. He wouldn't be here unless you summon him.

Finally exiting your closet, after what feels like hours of having to stand with that throbbing headache, you plop onto your bed once more. You're now wearing a pair of comfy fitness shorts, a hoodie that smells like a foggy day in a way, and your favorite pair of fuzzy socks that reach up to just below your knees, providing perfect comfort.

That familiar shy smile returns to your lips, the corners turning up slowly, but that smile quickly fades as a wince comes through, due to another headache-cramp combo. You hold your head, and lean up against the pillows that are leaning against your headboard as you groan in pain. 'Ugh, I really want him here, but I don't want to bother him! What if he's busy? What if he doesn't want to talk to me? Does he even like snuggles?-...', your thoughts say as they wrack your brain. Suddenly, a jolt of confidence flows through you, as if your body's telling you that you need to summon him. Eh, what the heck, you're in a little too much pain to care. What could go wrong?

The bedroom is still dimly lit from the lamp on your nightstand, casting soft shadows on the walls, providing the room with that comforting appearance. You transition your legs to cross in a sitting position on your bed, excited for what's to come.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice."

You close your eyes and smile, knowing that he'll appear in front of you any second.

"It's showtime~.", you hear his familiar raspy voice say.

You open your eyes to see that startling, yet familiar puff of green smoke, and standing there is your favorite demon boyfriend; or really your only one for that matter.

"Howdy, Babes!", he says with a strange twirl, rather a spin on his heels, but it never fails to amuse you, causing you to giggle. Even though you've seen him countless times, you take in the sight of him.

He's wearing his typical striped suit, still spotted with green spots from here to there, but you don't mind. His hair, still sticking out in all different directions, looks even softer today, causing you to smile. His eyes are their typical deep ocean blue, and it never ceases to make you stare slightly, and those blue orbs still have the black orbs surrounding them outside of the eye.

"Hi, BJ.", you reply with a soft smile, your giggle ceasing, as you begin to fiddle with your fingernails in nervousness.

He notices your actions immediately and comes and sits across from you on the bed, using his finger to bring your head up from your lap.

"Why don't-chya tell me what's wrong, toots.", he says with comforting eyes, which isn't usually like him, but you like seeing this side of him too.

"Just-... A rough day at work, that's all!", you say with a fake smile, trying to brush it off. Oh no, you don't want to seem needy! Not. One. Bit. However, he seems to see right through that smile, and his smile slightly falters.

"Babes. I'm a dead guy. I've fuckin' seen a lot. A LOT. Did ya need me for something specific?"

No, no, no. You really don't want to sound needy, and you also didn't want to summon him for no reason. Oh boy, the truth is the only option left.

"Just-... uhm-...", you stutter as you're now chewing at your fingernails.

"A-Are you alright-... if w-we s-snuggle?"

Your eyes are squeezed shut, so much that you aren't able to see him extend his arms and pull you into his lap. You're startled at first, but eventually open your eyes, to see him with his back to the headboard, and he's inviting you to lay your head on his torso.

This is comfy for you. It feels like home, in ways you could never describe with words. Without another thought, grateful that he accepted your request, you let your arms wrap around his stomach, causing his hand to rub circles on your back.

"I gotchya, Babes. I've always gotchya."

"I know you do.", you reply as you snuggle deeper into his chest. "I love you, BJ."

"I love you too, Babes."

- ★ - Written by Saddled_On_Stars - ★ -

[damthosefandoms]

going through pics from stage door bc I’m going again in a week or so and just realized i never posted the pictures from when I saw the outsiders musical!!

feat. when emma pittman said happy birthday to me!! (and the teenager (not pictured) behind me who I let come stand up by the fence with us because it was her birthday too) (melody rose also said happy birthday to me but I did not get it on camera)

[zaacoy]

Short freenoodles focused comic inspired in part by takakmimi's freenoodles post on twt!!

[cutie-lumi]

tsumugi oba-san (for real this time)

[averlym]

,,, sun-dappled sheets...

[quietlyblooms]

my brain is just swirling with thoughts of chiyo and the sorts of friendships she’d have with certain characters and also how soft and smitten she’s feel waking up to someone using her as a pillow. i think the weight of another person would be so comforting to her, but the fact they’re laying on her?? holding onto her?? it’s too cute for chiyo to be normal about it :’ )) she’s gonna sleepily admire them and run her fingers through their hair, maybe absentmindedly rub their back or trace patterns on their skin. she’ll probably fall back asleep like that, too. she’s such a sucker for physical touch to begin with, but especially when it’s in a softly intimate situation like that. i feel like i’m rambling but man… it’s really cute to think about.

[profiteroleval]

A family can be the Island's number 1 public menace, his half-penguin half-mammal serial robber gf, and their crab child

[yourdeepestfathoms]

i love the fact that both Artemy and Clara can sleep in Daniil’s bed

imagine Daniil coming back to the Stillwater after a long, exhausting day, trudging up the stairs, ready to finally get some rest, and there’s these two conked out in his bed

(Artemy was definitely there first. Clara came second, saw him already asleep, and instead of, you know, going back to her own fuckin house, crawled right into the bed next to him and nestled against him like a kitten seeking warmth)

Daniil is just like, “what the fuck”

[dreamsy990]

i drew silly gijinkas of my dogs

the dogs in question

[musubiki]

i know its a cliche but i do like the idea that mochi growing up pre-coco didnt really know how to dress herself well, and wore a lot of grandma clothes (she still looked cute though) and even with her school uniform wore the really long skirt

and then when coco came around she was like "girl youre 16 if you dont dress cute asf now next thing you know youre gonna be 30 and cant wear young people clothes anymore" and helped her pick out cute outfits

and this is how the shorter uniform skirt and thigh highs were born and lime is suddenly Aware™️

[softquietsteadylove]

If you don’t mind, I’d love to hear your headcanons for the Ice Queen X Tyrant King AU as well🥹🫶💕 thank youuu <3

More Ice Queen/Tyrant King headcanons! Let's go!!!

Little Heiress lives in Korea again. She will hate Gil and Thena both until the day she dies. But she has resigned herself to the fact that going after either of them again will result in her death.

Druig is a hacker, like one of the crazy impossible ones in the movies. He taps into surveillance like it's nothing, owns a bunch of networks and servers. He doesn't show up to many meetings in person, but he and Makkari get together when they can.

Speaking of the Lightning Thief herself, she has many talents, but she chooses to stay contracted as a petty thief. She thinks it's more fun and it offers her more variety and the freedom to travel. She has no permanent place, usually renting in small slots of time. When she's in town, she stays with Druig.

Makkari loves hanging out with Thena and Sersi. None of them had all that normal a childhood, so she likes having girl friends to hang out with. Sometimes she breaks into their homes when she wants to have a sleepover. She doesn't do it to Thena anymore, ever since she broke in and they were getting busy in the elevator again.

Kingo really played it down at the time, but he was the one to give Gil Thena's building passcode. He told him that she was miserable, moping around like she'd gotten her heart broken. His instruction to Gil was "fix it".

Imo comes to America a lot more often now, entirely to visit them. And by them, it's mostly Thena. She'll show up and Thena will drop all her business for the day to visit with her. Imo says she's a good daughter. Then Gil will get home, find out they've spent all day together, having tea or chilling or shopping, and he pouts about being left out.

Gil once asks Thena if he's losing his edge. When she asks what he means he pats his belly and says maybe he should quit drinking beer or something. She says she doesn't mind any shape he's in, so long as that shape is alive (and she says she's not romantic).

He does go to the gym though, that is on days when he's not beating people up and disposing of bodies, since rest days are important. It's mostly because, ever since that French guy, he's been even more aware than usual just how beautiful and desired his fiance is.

He's asked Thena once or twice what she wants to do for the wedding. She says that she thought he would have an idea. They haven't gotten very far past that, since they're already quite married in spirit anyway.

They both have their ring tattoos on the left hand, while the physical rings are on the right. Thena takes hers off frequently, whether it's because she doesn't want to get blood on it or because she doesn't want whomever she's meeting with to know she has a weakness like that. Gil never takes his off.

Thena's favourite foods are tteokbokki, carbonara and traditional Russian solyanka, all of which Gil knows how to make deliciously. She grew up with a lot of Russian and European cuisine of course, and even some central Asian dishes thanks to her various nannies and caretakers. But once Gil started cooking Korean food for her, she hasn't looked back.

Imo shows her some things when she visits, but Thena has confessed multiple times with embarrassment that she's a terrible cook. Imo says that's fine so long as she has other things she's good at, like running the business.

Imo is surprisingly violent. She's run the family business for a long time--the business Gil's father married into, she likes to remind him. Imo has enforced so much in her day that she used to get called the Red Queen. Thena only idolizes her even more for it.

Although it's rare, if Thena and Gil argue over the course of a few days, she'll threaten to call Imo. Things resolve themselves quickly.

Gil likes bringing home little treats. Thena always says she doesn't need them or she's not hungry after dinner or something. They're always gone by the next time he looks in the fridge.

Gil loves calling Thena little petnames like Ice, and Sweetness, and Princess, and she even lets him call her baby here and there. But he makes sure to take time to lean in close and whisper Thena at just the right times.

They still haven't discussed the wedding plans, but if Gil were to ask her to go through with a Korean wedding, she would still say yes.

Imo calls the office sometimes and Thena isn't in, but she likes talking to Kingo--thinks he's funny. Thena tells her not to taunt her personal assistant, but Imo is like an orca who enjoys playing with her food before the kill.