#cozy ideas
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fracturedporcelaindoll · 9 days ago
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Beautifully cozy ideas~
concept: it’s autumn and it’s raining outside. i’m in bed watching a film with a candle burning, my fairy lights on and a cup of tea.
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academic-vampire · 25 days ago
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𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 🕯️🍝🛁
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ruushes · 6 months ago
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sleepy space alien NO MATCH for the faerunian “snuggle”
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maviyenot · 7 months ago
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pepperchanart · 17 days ago
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Autumn background I made of the cephalopods!
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Now I want apple pie :/
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mienar · 7 months ago
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small town buzz
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diamondzart · 5 months ago
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Two goofy ahh muppets cuddling
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departmentofinteriors · 5 months ago
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captvreme · 1 year ago
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marinawoznjuksworld · 3 months ago
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mikichko · 5 months ago
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pairing: tf141 x reader cw: mentions of past trauma, mentions of body image issues a/n: no clue what this is. i just suddenly remembered that I can't fall asleep in open spaces, especially with other people around and this spawned. as always a massive thank you to xavi, @buttdumplin , for his wonderful encouragement. 💕
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you'd forgotten what a safe cozy home felt like. it'd been stripped from you long ago.
had lost sense of how pliant a body without tension could become, how slowly a heart could beat. or how the edges of a home were meant to be warm, not cold and constrictive. you'd even had the sense of comfort stripped from clothing you loved so much, outfits stuck on a looping cycle so that you could walk past mirrors without cringing. even in an empty house, you'd been unable to sleep with your door open. always fighting an impending sense of doom until you firmly closed it shut. it'd been your reality for so long that you'd resigned yourself from the idea that it could ever change.
and yet, here you are, eyes fighting to stay open as your head rests in kyle's lap. his fingers trace patterns absentmindedly on the exposed skin of your hip, your oversized sleep pants sagging just enough for his fingers to gain access. in the background, a soft melody flows out of the kitchen, intermixed with john and johnny's ongoing dinner discussion as they prep together. it blends nicely with the soft noise of the tv and the sound of thread being pulled through fabric as simon works diligently on his stitches. kyle murmurs softly to simon, who hums back a response too low for your fuzzy brain to make out.
you don't remember ever feeling like this before. sleepiness overtaking your body the same way your body soaks the heat up in the room, at a slow and gradual pace. the quiet conversation right above your head, the white noise of the tv, the clinking of plates, and occasional deep laughter that floats from the kitchen lulls you into a state of tranquility that your body's unfamiliar with. it's like your body becomes aware in that moment that there's no need to hold the tension any longer, there's nothing to be guarding against. at least not when you have four guards of your own surrounding you. so the tension leaks out of you, anxiety going with it, as your body becomes warmer and your body sinks into both kyle and the couch just a little more.
it's not long before the noise muffles and you're washed away into a dreamless sleep.
who knows how long you float in that state of warm blissful rest. at times you feel slight brushes against your skin, nothing alarming enough for your body to jolt awake but the whisper of something. maybe you dream it. soft, loving fingers on your skin to comfort you into a deeper state of relaxation. real or not, it helps as your body becomes soft and pliant against kyle.
sometime later, you'll wake up with your legs on john's lap, his warm hand wrapped around your ankle and rubbing the skin there in slow circles. kyle hand's is still on your hip, resting there as his fingers make small indents into the soft skin there while his thumb strokes your skin soothingly. simon continues to stitch, the sound of his pulls much shorter now as his thread has changed not just in color but length as well. johnny sits on the floor in front of the couch, legs outstretched under the coffee table murmuring softly at the tv as the truth seekers find alfie's soul trapped in the number station.
you're still fuzzy around the edges and can't help the laugh that escapes you at alfie's reaction to the creation of prawn cocktail crisps. you watch johnny's head turn to you as kyle huffs out a laugh above you, john squeezes your ankle, and simon looks up from his work to smile softly at you.
"have a good nap love?" johnny's cheek smushes into the cushion as he grins at you. he looks so soft you can't help but reach a hand out to confirm he's as soft as he looks. his grin widens, nuzzling into your hand and you hum back in approval.
john chuckles, fingers work their way up your leg rubbing at the muscle there, "plate in the kitchen for you sprout. ready whenever you want it."
simon doesn't let you answer. he's already traced the lines of your body, inspected the way you blink slowly as you fight to stay in this small moment of consciousness. "still needs more lie-down cap. barely keeping those eyes open."
john and johnny chuckle at your valiant attempt to look more awake but it only accentuates the sleepiness in your blinks. you feel kyle's hand lift off your hip, whining at its absence and turning your face into his thigh seeking more warmth.
his hand finds your cheek, fingers stroking the skin softly as he murmurs down to you, "go on sweetheart, we got you."
you turn your cheek towards his touch, humming happily as your eyes flutter shut. the soft sounds of truth seekers lull you back into your sleepy state, your breath evening out once again. the last thing you feel before slipping back into a blissful state of rest is the press of soft lips and a scratchy beard against your forehead.
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cozylittleartblog · 1 year ago
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is this the tragic clown the sims warned me about
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nordicchristmas · 15 days ago
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45 days left until Christmas is here 🎄🕯️❄️
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zu-is-here · 6 months ago
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Dark Roast Cafè ☆
The demon gave you a loan to open a cafe — and a week to pay off the debt... Time to summon staff ♪
Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish
Ccino by black-nyanko
Nightmare by jokublog
Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch
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rowansugar · 10 days ago
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My winter shop update is live! It is a cat-heavy one, with new totes, shirts, magnets, patches, standees, and even temporary tattoos! I hope y'all enjoy :)
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mienar · 1 year ago
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"as the sun sets,"
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