#and then live domestically together

[yun-jin-noona]

Need a gay freak that'll roleplay Salvatore Moreau from Resident Evil 8 with me. And also he has a boyfriend, its me. I'm the boyfriend now.

reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

don't talk to robots. full stop.

[coffit0]

This happened in canon btw I was there trust me

[oobbbear]

Some silly drawings, characters from ghost in the machine by @venomous-qwille

If you can’t tell I like sunspot a lot heh ///••///

[pengujoon]

FLUSHED WITH FEVER

cont. geto suguru x reader, fluff. suguru is really clingy when he’s sick, he’s so hot he’s burning up, living together!au, intentional lowercase, really wholesome

a/n. suguru brainrot is really hitting strong huh

you woke up to a warm, sunny morning, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. but as you stirred in bed, you felt a familiar presence around you, but something was off.

suguru was nestled close to you, and his skin felt like it was on fire, radiating an intense heat. his cheeks were flushed with fever, and he clung to you as if your touch could cool the burning sensation that consumed him.

“suguru,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his forehead. it was burning up, and he groaned softly in response. his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, but he seemed almost desperate for relief.

you gently shifted so that you were facing him, cradling his flushed face in your hands. “suguru, you’re burning up,” you murmured, worry filling your voice.

he nuzzled against your hand, seeking comfort. “i know,” he replied, his voice shaky. “i couldn’t sleep, and i needed to be close to you.”

you couldn’t help but feel your heartache for him. “i’m here, suguru. let’s get you cooled down.”

carefully, you disentangled yourself from his grip, leaving the bed to retrieve a damp, cool washcloth. you placed it on his forehead, and he sighed in relief. you could see the agony in his eyes, but he held onto you as if your presence alone could chase away the fever.

you climbed back into bed beside him, and he immediately snuggled against your side, his body seeking the comfort of your touch. you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to bring him some relief from the heat.

“let’s get you some porridge. it’ll help you feel better.”

with a gentle smile, you disentangled yourself from his grip, promising to return. you went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of his favourite porridge, hoping it would help ease his fever. the scent of the simmering porridge filled the kitchen, comforting and inviting.

after a short while, you returned to his room with the warm bowl of porridge in hand. you found him still curled up under the blankets, looking miserable, but the moment he saw you, his eyes lit up at the sight.

“i’ve made some of your favorite porridge,” you said, holding it out to him. “it’s ready whenever you want.”

suguru’s gratitude shone in his feverish eyes as he accepted the bowl. “you’re the best,” he whispered, his voice full of appreciation.

you sat down on the edge of the bed and helped him sit up. but as you did, he couldn’t resist nuzzling into you, his head resting on your shoulder. he ate a few spoonfuls but seemed more interested in being close to you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he snuggled against your side.

“thank you,” he mumbled between nuzzles. “you’re always so good to me.”

you smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “of course, suguru. i’ll take care of you until you’re better.”

once he finished, you set the empty bowl aside and turned to face him. his feverish gaze met yours, and in that moment, you knew you needed to offer more than just comfort food.

you moved closer, your hand gently finding its way to the back of suguru’s head, fingers threading through his hair. you felt the heat radiating from him, but you didn’t mind. in this quiet, intimate moment, you leaned in, and your foreheads met. your touch was soft, and your eyes locked with his, offering a silent reassurance that you’d be there for him.

suguru closed his eyes, his hand resting on your cheek, and he whispered, “thank you for taking care of me.”

your heart swelled with affection, and you continued to run your fingers through his hair, giving him the comfort he craved. in this close, loving moment, you knew that your presence was the best medicine for him.

nanami in today's episode... mappa is never beating the gay for nanami allegations

[ruporas]

cheers to the future of humanity (and the future of us)

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun. The illustration takes place during the ship/home arc, specifically chapter 21. At the center, Vash is grabbing Wolfwood by the collar and pulls him into a kiss in the middle of a celebration. The pair is colored in vibrant warm hues while their surroundings are colored in cooler colors like green and teals. Luida, Brad, Meryl, and Milly are shown amongst the crowd, occupied in the celebrations as Vash and Wolfwood share a moment by themselves at the center. END ID]

[vincevenus666]

in the boss’s garden, daydreaming 🐞🔫💕

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I was wondering, does Fiddleford still have a wife in your Halloween au? And if yes, does she know about him being a vampire?

I've been sitting on this ask for a bit, but I think I should finally answer.

In my AU, Fidds is actually pretty old-- not like ancient or anything, but surely a few centuries?

Anyway, so way back, when he was human, he did have a wife and a kid!! But when he got bit and became a vampire, he actually outlived them :(

He tries to think about them often, but it's definitely one of the things he chooses to erase when he creates the memory gun

[jellofish-plant]

Home With You

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader

Summary: After months of living together, Jason Todd (Red Hood) and the reader have found a delicate balance in their relationship. Despite Jason's troubled past and his tendency to keep people at arm's length, the quiet, peaceful moments they share at home bring them closer. When Jason returns from a long night of patrols, he’s reminded of just how much he’s found in you a safe haven, someone who loves him despite everything. Together, they navigate the challenges of healing, trust, and love, finding solace in the simple act of being home with each other.

Warnings:

Mild angst, mentions of past trauma, hurt/comfort

[Masterlist]

You sat on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, a cup of tea resting in your hands as you glanced around the apartment you and Jason had shared for the past few months. It was quiet now peaceful, even but it hadn’t always been that way.

When Jason first moved in, things were... chaotic. His past, his time as Red Hood, his need for distance and solitude he had brought all of it into your life. There were late-night patrols, moments of tension when he’d come home covered in wounds, and silent dinners as he processed the things he'd seen that night. But over time, it had started to feel like home. Your home.

Jason walked in, looking worn out from the latest patrol, but when he saw you on the couch, something softened in his expression. He peeled off his helmet and tossed it onto the counter before walking over to you.

“Hey, you,” he muttered, a small, affectionate smile tugging at his lips. “Long day?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, nodding toward his tired, battle-scarred form. “I could say the same about you. Rough night?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, leaning against the back of the couch, careful not to jar your tea. “But it’s always easier knowing I’ve got a safe place to come back to.”

You smiled softly, standing up to wrap your arms around him. “You’re always welcome here, Jay. You know that.”

Jason held you for a moment longer than usual, resting his chin on the top of your head. It was these moments, when everything felt so simple, that made all the chaos worth it. It wasn’t just about the danger or the fights; it was about the quiet moments you shared in between. The slow mornings spent making coffee together, the late nights where you just sat and talked, and even the shared silences that felt more intimate than words.

Jason pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a mix of admiration and affection. “I don’t know how you do it. Live with someone like me.”

You chuckled softly, tracing the scar along his jaw with your fingertip. “I live with the man I love. Doesn’t matter what’s in the past.”

His eyes softened, the usual guardedness melting away. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do,” you said firmly, lifting his chin to meet his gaze. “You just have to believe it.”

For a moment, Jason just stood there, staring into your eyes like he was searching for the truth in your words. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Alright," he said quietly, "But if I ever mess up, you'll let me know, right?"

You chuckled, pulling him down for a kiss. "Always."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Jason allowed himself to believe in something good, something lasting. With you.

[dearwillbyers]

byler height difference you will always be famous

just a sketch

[dalbit0]

what if quanyin but w chickens

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Thinking about the ways different Alastor and Lucifer would react to seeing each other

Lucifer would brighten when Alastor walks into the room. He's glowing, he's grinning, he perks up whenever he sees him.

Alastor would soften. His body less tense, his smile genuine. He looks at Lucifer and he melts.

But either way as soon as they see each other they're suddenly the only thing that matters. Everything and everyone else is forgotten, their current mood, the person they're talking to, all they're paying attention to is the other. They always end up stuck together like glue, their eyes never fraying once they connect.

[cozybells]

I hc it takes some time until Dusknoir feels comfortable with this new life. Just relaxing, going on adventures, being loved. You know, even a blue sky seems gray when your head is a mess.

[fixinit-au]

Imagine this scene but Billford

[ohitslen]

Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

[pengujoon]

ARE YOU MAKING PANCAKES?

content. megumi x reader, toothrotting fluff, domesticity in it’s finest form. megumi just woke up and is clingy, and he has cold fingers. implied height difference, living together!au. intentional lowercase.

a/n. ch234 made me cry. megumi ilybb stay strong

sunlight painted the kitchen in a gentle glow, a canvas for the quiet morning. the air was fragrant with the promise of pancakes, their sizzling adding to the comforting ambiance. you hummed a soft melody, the notes weaving into the serenity of the moment.

amidst your culinary symphony, the faint patter of footsteps announced megumi's arrival. his hair was adorably tousled from sleep as he stepped into the kitchen, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

lost in your cooking, you didn’t notice his presence in the kitchen. it was only when you felt a pair of arms gently wrap around your waist that you jumped in surprise. 

"oh!"

his touch was a gentle contrast against your skin, a sudden coolness that sent a shiver down your spine. 

"morning," he whispered, his voice a rich rumble. "sorry, didn't mean to startle you. are you making pancakes?"

turning slightly, you met his gaze with surprise. "megumi, you're awake." a gentle laugh escaped your lips, your fingers finding their way to his arms, where they rested. "it's alright, you just caught me off guard. and yes, i'm making pancakes for us."

he nuzzled his nose against your neck, his lips brushing your skin in a tender gesture. his fingers played with a strand of your hair absentmindedly. "missed you this morning."

a soft smile tugged at your lips, his presence filling the space around you. "i didn't want to wake you."

megumi's arms tightened around you, his warmth enveloping you completely. "woke up alone. ’tis not the same."

you turned off the stove, nestling into his embrace. "i’m sorry. i wanted to surprise you."

his lips pressed a soft kiss to your neck, the contrast of his warmth against his cold fingers igniting a shiver. 

"i prefer waking up with you."

with the stove momentarily forgotten, you leaned into him, your hearts beating in tandem. "i’ll remember that."

his lips met yours, a kiss that spoke of longing and tenderness. his fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, the coolness of his touch a unique sensation. 

"you're enchanting when you're focused," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

blushing, you looked up at him, his gaze holding a world of tenderness. megumi's embrace was like a warm embrace from the morning sun. 

"being with you makes me happy." his lips found the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that ignited a warmth within you. "i want mornings like this every day."

you smiled, wrapping your arms around him. "we'll make that happen."

his lips met yours again, a promise of shared mornings and shared hearts. in his arms, the scent of pancakes mingled with the softness of your connection, creating a memory that you both would cherish.

[isolabellz]

home sweet home