#best weighted blanket

[godsprettiestprincess]

He’s so soft and squishy and easy to push over but u don’t need to push him over bc he’s already on his knees.

[scrambledslut]

time to daydream about a 56 year old grumpy mass murdering man, sigh… 😓🤌

[moronic-validity]

I have been up for two hours and all I can think about is texting best friend Gaz like dude, fuckin tired. Can't sleep. Weighted blanket missing. SOS.

(just some thoughts bc I'm tired and not used to being awake before 10. 18+ due to a singular comment, but this is self serving fluff)

And Gaz replies, because he always does when it's you.

Be there soon.

You don't even check your phone when it dings, you know he's already on the way.

You try your hardest to try to get yourself back to sleep, but all the blankets and pillows in your house simply don't have the weight to help you relax enough to sleep.

He parks his car next to yours and lets himself in with the spare key you made him (in case of emergencies), and he kicks off his shoes at the door before making his way back to your bedroom.

You were covered in pillows, blankets, and every vaguely soft item you could find.

He snorted. You flipped him off.

He pushed all the pillows and various other items off of you (why the hell did you have a pair of slippers mixed in with all the pillows) and got comfortable, laying his chest across yours.

You sighed happily, finally comfortable enough to fall asleep. He was heavy, warm, and everything about him radiated safety.

"Need me to tell you a bedtime story too?" His chuckle reverberates against your chest and you nod, making him laugh again.

"Alright so, have I told you about the time I fell out of a helicopter?" You can distantly hear his voice as you drift to sleep, a welcome rest after 18 hours of stress.

You wake up at some point later in the day, Gaz's arm wraped around your waist, holding you close. It's comfortable, familiar.

You nudge him.

"Ky... Lemme up, need t' pee." He grumbles, stubbornly pulling you closer against him.

"Kyle, I'll piss on both of us, lemme up." Your threat means little to him. He's been covered in worse and it would just leave you with a mess to clean up.

You sigh.

"Kyle. I can feel your stiffy against my back, lemme up." His eyes snap open and he lets go of you, holding up his hands in surrender while trying to explain the concept of morning wood.

You wave him off, walking to the bathroom.

Single easiest way to make him wake up.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

how do you feel about peppino x vigilante? i feel like it has potential but i've never seen anyone else ship it

It is SO funny that u ask this bc i was JUST thinking about them, and how if i made a human design for vigi then id never be normal (oops). theyd be the most uneventful old man couple and i love that for them. thank u for this ask and for reading my mind so take this thing i sketched out a couple days ago

[teddybeartoji]

polar bear satoru who grumbles and huffs a lot in his sleep !! and when you aren't around, he has to sleep on top of a bunch of pillows since he's so used to sleeping on top of you !!!

POLAR BEAR SATORUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAHHHHH I ADORE HIMM:((((((((((((((( he'd be soo so clingy i think... would not let you leave the bed at any cost. he'd be fast asleep while having such a strong hold on you he just doesn't want you to leaveeee:((((((((((((((( AND THE PILLOWS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i would never not be around actually i'm sorry i'm built different i need to be there with him at all times i will never leave him alone he's my teddy bearrrr:3333

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

So, I have a glow in the dark blanket that is very soft and fuzzy. Since FL is a moth boy that likes cozy things, I think this is, like, his dream blanket. You come home from shopping, and hand FL a bag. Inside is a blanket, warm from being in the sun. Then you turn out the lights, and he goes from happy to ecstatic.

As with all my asks, I'm just brain dumping in here. Feel free to do as you wish with this idea.

-Awkward Anon

*looks left, looks right* anon do you happen to have any photos i would love to see such a blanket :)

Foul Legacy sniffs the bag you push towards him curiously, tilting his head and dipping his claws inside. carefully he pulls out a soft blanket, wings flittering in delight- another blanket for his nest! it's warm and fuzzy and covered in little star patterns, the very stars he can look up at and see in the night sky. he kneads his claws against it to test out the texture and strength, nudging his head underneath the fabric and curling up with a happy, content chirp, gesturing for you to join him. you just smile and shut the blinds, Legacy watching curiously as you cross the room and, with a single finger, turn out the lights

the stars on the blanket glow softly in the darkness, and Foul Legacy gasps in awe, crystalline eye glittering brightly

only then do you join him under the covers, a pair of arms immediately wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, pressed against a warm, rumbling chest. Legacy nuzzles the top of your head, nudging insistently into your hands until you scritch under his chin and behind his horns. he rolls over with a deep, warm purr, burying under the blanket and staring up at the faintly shining fabric, gently poking each star with his claws. you settle beside him, carefully grasping his wrist and bringing his talons to brush against a certain, familiar cluster of stars, and Legacy chitters delightedly as he traces the outline of a celestial narwhal onto the dark backdrop of the blanket

[tomkittycat]

my nest >:3

[saintrocklee]

kisame coming home from a long day and just collapsing onto you, a gruff ‘m fine mumbled into your neck as you take on his sagging weight against the couch. you had tried to ask what’s wrong but now the hulking mass of man you call your husband is slowly crushing your windpipe so all you can do is wiggle around underneath him until you can breathe comfortably and start to rub his head. this always turns him into a pitiful mess, groaning and burying his face harder into your skin as you hum into his hair and massage his scalp with your nails. one of two things always happens; he’s either out like a light which makes moving impossible which is why you always have a book nearby to skim while he catches up on some much needed sleep. or his groans turn into moans and there’s a whisper of shit darlin’ before he’s dry humping your thigh and nipping at your throat, your jaw, anywhere his mouth can reach without moving until it’s too much and he’s in your ear again shit let me feel you you’re so fuckin pretty and before you know it he’s pushing inside you gruff voice turned into something needy as he pants, so exhausted he can barely pull himself up but he’ll gather the rest of his energy to make you cum at least once before collapsing on top of you again with a short laugh and a kiss on the forehead.

[warpedpuppeteer]

Why is Oliver so fucking big?? Every time I see him I'm taken back like... he's so MASSIVE. He's like a titan or something. Just a giant wall of a human being. Double door refrigerator ahh type.

[bonemeal12]

Man someone else might’ve said this already but I have the idea of the yj98 team having “DPT time” where they all dog pile. Cause I have a similar arrangement w/ my friends where one person can ask to be “DPTed” and the other person will either squeeze them or lay down on them. Also cause they’re all very neurodivergent.

[happyk44]

Percy's fish brain loves being crushed by another person's weight

✨Deep sea pressure✨

[squarebracketsmileyface]

does jay ever get confused or surprised by his own emotions or actions? i feel like its even worse whrn you dont even know why youre acting like this, because you cant explain ky to yourself, let alone other people

I think so. I know he definitely doesn't really realise he's doing some of it in the moment, especially when he's angry. Like, he just lashes out without even thinking about it, then refuses to let himself feel like he's in the wrong in the moment, because that'd mean "losing" in some way, so he usually doubles down. But like, yeah, I feel like a lot of the time he doesn't expect to react as severely as he does? Like, he's fine fine fine fine, until he's not and he just flies off the handle and can't really do anything about it until he's landed again, and then he can start trying to pick up all the pieces, y'know?

He definitely beats himself up when he settles on "oh I fucked up" after he does something (and tries to get Alex to beat him up over it too lmao, uh, anyway 💀) yeah, if you asked him WHY he did something? Chances are he'll bullshit you about the explanation. Like, I feel like hell make it sound like he knows why he did it, but then if you actually start prodding past the made up, surface level shit he came out with, you'd realise really fast that he doesn't know why he did something.

Either that or sometimes you'll get a massive flood of every single reason he can possibly think of for why he did something? Like you know in Sorry, It's Locked chapter three, when Tim kisses him and he freaks the fuck out and runs away, and then after that he kinda gives Tim just this massive flood of every single thing that lead up to that moment of him panicking and trying to run away.

He's all or nothing, 0 or 100, nothing in between. Either he knows every single thing about why he reacted how he did, or he doesn't have the foggiest, y'know?

[dick-meister]

He is flat on his back, looking up at the ceiling and wishing there was a cute girl straddling his lap like a nice weighted blanket.

[cosmos-fudge]

the setup (autism nest) and what I've been avoiding working on for months the past 3 days :3

[vraska-theunseen]

babyyyyyy boy

[lovelyisadora]

I just got home and I sat down for all of thirty seconds before my giant cat came and sat on me girl let me breathe