#bes is too sweet

[gildinbainas]

❝  do you even realize what you do to me?  ❞ /Beschu @ Atem

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY & PILLOW TALK PROMPTS

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No,  he  didn't,  and  that  was  probably  why  Atem  always  looked  so  confused  by  the  looks  he  would  get  from  @nvrcmplt.  He  didn't  understand  how  someone  he  had  no  recollection  of  could  look  upon  him  so  fondly.  The  shapeshifter  ( whom  he  now  knew  as  a  'hellhound' )  had  taken  to  being  his  shadow  although  Atem  wondered  if  that  had  always  been  the  case.  There  were  times  before  that  vicious  attack  in  the  alley  when  Atem  would  get  the  feeling  he  was  being  watched.  He'd  look  up  and  around  but  see  nothing  of  note,  chalking  it  up  to   his  own  paranoia  about  being  given  another  chance  by  the  gods.  The  Egyptian  Gods  had  been  cruel  to  him  before.  Why  should  he  believe  he  would  survive  this  time  around  without  having  to  ---  yet  again  ---  sacrifice  his  soul?  He  didn't  believe  it  and  therefore  was  never  fully  at  ease  with  his  new  life.

But  things  were  oddly  (  and  slowly  )  changing.  The  growing  paranoia  he  used  to  face  was  subsiding  some,  mostly  because  Beschu  was  always  around.  It  had  taken  Atem  some  time  to  realize  the  shaggy  black  dog  often  lurking  in  the  park's  shadows  was  the  very  one  who  had  rescued  him  that  night.  That  night  was  kind  of  a  blur,  with  images  so  gruesome  he  was  sure  his  mind  had  purposely  blocked  them  out.  But  he  remembered  fangs  and  claws  tearing  at  flesh  and  then  the  face  of  a  stranger  gently  brushing  his  cheek.  The  stranger's  eyes  had  seemed  so  sad  and  though  terribly  shaken,  Atem  did  not  run.  However,  the  fear  in  amethyst  eyes  had  forced  Beschu  to  back  off.  He  gave  Atem  some  space  in  human  form  but  kept  watch  as  a  hound,  often  lurking  but  rarely  seen.

Fast  forward  months  later  to  the  here  and  now.  Beschu's  hand  was  tracing  a  scar  on  Atem's  chest  that  his  majesty  couldn't  quite  remember  receiving.  He  supposed  he  always  had  such  a  scar,  but  Bes's  fingers  and  look  upon  his  face  said  otherwise.

❝You  know  something  of  my  scar.  Pretell,  speak.❞  And  it  was  most  unlike  the  ex-pharaoh  to  allow  touching.  His  touch  aversion  was  the  absolute  worst  and  yet  he  did  not  feel  disgusted  by  Bes'  touch.  Only  strange...  nervous  even,  but  not  disgusted.

❝That  scar  was  left  behind  the  day  I  found  you  dead  in  the  sands,"  he  answered  quietly.

❝Oh...❞  Oh,  indeed.  Atem  didn't  recall  much  about  his  death  day.  Just  nightmares  that  were  likely  about  the  incident.  Great  fires  reigned  down  over  Egypt,  children  screaming  and  then  he  could  hear  himself  gasping,  drawing  his  last  breath...  

He  looked  away,  but  it  was  Bes'  larger  hand  cupping  his  cheek  and  forcing  eye  contact.  "Please...  do  you  even  realize  what  you  do  to  me?❞  His  eyes,  though  oft  respectful  in  nature,  seemed  to  struggle.  Whereas  eyes  only  ever  looked  upon  him  in  sadness,  they  were  now  showing  a  hunger  that  had  the  monarch  quite  conflicted.

He  didn't  know  him.  That  is  to  say,  he  didn't  remember  Bes  at  all,  but  he  knew  things...  Was  well  learned  in  the  ways  of  Egypt,  its  court  and  the  gods.  Surely  this  could  not  be  some  act  to  catch  him  with  his  guard  down  right?  Surely  Bes  would  have  killed  him  long  ago  if  that  was  the  endgame  right?

Bes  eventually  lowered  his  gaze,  head  down  in  a  submissive  stance.  Eventually  Bes  rolled  over,  turning  his  back  to  Atem.  ❝I...  apologize.  I  should  not  push  so  much  when  you  have  been  through  enough  as  is.  I  apologize  my  pharaoh.❞

And   he  wasn't  wrong.  Bes  shouldn't  push  so  much.  At  the  same  time,  this  was  the  first  time  Bes  had  vocalized  his  desire.  For  months  he  followed  along  without  so  much  as  a  word  most  days.  His  eyes  were  oft  sad  but  never  anything  that  indicated  much  more  than  that.

Atem  was  afraid.  He  was  afraid  for  an  array  of  reasons.  No  one  had  touched  him  since  his  return.  He  hadn't  allowed  it.  Even  now  the  idea  almost  squicked  him,  but  he  trusted  Bes.  He  didn't  really  understand  why  either.  He  just...did.  And  so  this  time  it  was  Atem  moving,  inching  closer  to  Bes’  form on  the  bed  and  gently  placing  a  jeweled  hand  upon  his  shoulder.  His  majesty  chewed  his  bottom  lip  briefly  before  responding.

❝No...  I  do  not  know  what  it  is  that  sparks  such  devotion  to  a  king  who  does  not  exist  any  longer.  I  do  ---  don't...  know  what  I  do  to  you  but  perhaps...❞  He  breathes.  ❝Perhaps...  you  can...  show  me?❞

And  by  the  gods  he  knew  what  he  was  asking.  There  was  only  one  way  to  interpret  that  statement  but  was  he  ready?  was  this  the  right  call?  The  only  way  to  know  for  certain  was  to  take  this  chance...  if  Bes  was  willing...

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Cassidy is nervous to meet Abby,,

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[turndecassette2]

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Aang, you're really in it now...

This is Zu—I mean, Jian Li and Katara's second meeting in the Kyoshi Warriors AU. The first proper one, anyway.

Once they get through a minor difference of opinion or two (“I can carry my own basket!” “Never said you—” “I'm not weak!” “I didn't—” “Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean—” “Would you listen for once, woman?!” ) they'll become nearly inseparable.

For now Jian Li will carry Katara's basket all the way to the Kyoshi Warriors' dojo and, once there, they'll mercilessly tease Sokka when they see him in uniform.

[blighted-lights]

ravage is #1 personal space stealer and heater, 10/10 would recommend having him as an amica. usually he'd be sleeping curled around soundwave's head but the other cassettes are out harassing starscream on patrol, so soundwave's chest is free real estate

anyways send me asks with ur soundwave and ravage hcs and mayhaps i'll draw them soon

[kikker-oma]

hiihihihi do you have any fluffy headcannons for the chain? :))

Four and Wind are related

Wild hands out honey candies when people are sad

Wars let's tired fairies nap in his scarf

Hyrule sketches his brothers portraits to keep in a notebook

[spielzeugkaiser]

How it started-

How it's going!! They are a family and I am!!! also draw the hug you want to see in the show but they are forgiven because them meeting in brokilon was still soooo tender my HEART-

[effervescent-fool]

"too sweet is an objectively mid hozier song" well yes but also no. yes, it pales in comparison to the rest of his discography. but no, it is not a mid song. hozier is not capable of making a mid song and i am better than you actually

[beescake]

im a sollux kinnie and ur art is great. like a delicious meal. 1 million courses. my compliments to the chef.

AOGHHH TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE IT

in gratitude i present a little guy doing setup for the first time 🐝

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[turbo-tsundere]

*superglues them together*

Aka, eeeeh fok it. Here's some ougoku stuff I've been sitting on. Happy THOSE GUYS day.

[xero013]

Plushy fun🧸

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[deimcs]

I guess I'll grow used to the new me, horns and all. The people will see a curiosity, maybe even a beast hungry for their souls. But I will slay their monsters, keep them safe, and one day they will see The Blade of Frontier again!

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[ghostbeam]

Mech pilot yuuta and his mech that’s incredibly possessive over him. He takes to you as a handler almost immediately, excited for the help after his last few handlers were scared off. You’re not allowed inside, your constantly dodging malfunctioning limbs and faulty wires, but you’re not one to back down, and gaining her trust is just as important as gaining his.

Rika only realizes how important you are to Yuuta the day after you spend the night with him, and he’s left alone in the morning with an empty bed and a broken heart. You’re his handler. You’re not supposed to leave him. Not ever.

She lures you into her chest one night, faking some sort of lighting malfunction and allowing you inside for the first time. She keeps you inside all night, enduring all your yelling and banging on her insides to be let out, a nice gift for Yuuta.