#disgustingly sweet

[alymccart]

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*thrumming* Here's a thing I've been toiling away at for about a week. I really put a lot into this one. A first kiss after a few weeks of uncertainty. Charlie had let Vaggie use a room to herself, but for whatever reason, she needed to move and Charlie offered the couch in her room. Vaggie has been trying to be stoic, but is absolutely desperate for comfort and of course Charlie would pick up on that. Sometimes you gotta just let it all out, I guess. Very cathartic.

So, thoughts: HOOFIES. Those pajamas were 100% made by Lucifer for Charlie (and I want to make some now). I've still got another fan comic in the works, and it's not sappy romantic junk this time! Beyond that, I have more ideas for stuff, and maybe an actual fanfic accompanied by some doodles.

Aaannnnnnyway, enjoy. And thank you all for your very kind words. They give me life.

[territorial-utopia]

Oh hey look another wip from like, 2022 that I never shared 8,D So here's the next one in my animation study series where I try to copy a piece of animation I like (but use my own characters as the models instead)

Anyway, they're dumb, they're idiots, they're in love.

[lyss-sketchbox]

Why do you ship wriothesley and Neuvillette? Im making a joke presentation on these goobers, and i need some good ideas

Okay heres my reasons :

"Wow~" shamelessly checks Neuvi out

The umbrella scene is literally straight out of a kdrama (i know. Ive seen it. Theyve done it.)

Theyre so old married couple core fight me

Their color palette is so opposite but also complementary

Theyre both LITERALLY OPPOSITES OF EACH OTHER. Be it aesthetics, color, behavior, background, position, PHYSICAL LOCATION.

Like fr Palais Mermonia is on the TOP FLOOR of the Court. Neuvi's throne is ELEVATED so high above the stage. While Wrio's office is literally in the bottom of the ocean. THEYRE PHYSICALLY LOCATED ON BOTH EXTREME ENDS OF THE MAP VERTICALLY.

Which makes them visiting each other more sweeter because of how willing they are to cross that massive gap to see each other. AND WE SEE THEM ACTUALLY VISITING EACH OTHER (Neuv's story quest, Sigewinne's teaser trailer, that one Lantern Rite scene)

Even so theyre both so... understanding of each other, like take some time themselves to understand each other.

Theyre both badass. They both had cool fully animated cutscenes in the plot.

The expression 'it's lonely at the top' because they are both outcasts from society in a way. They both have extremely high social standings and is responsible for many lives. They are both at the top of their respective jurisdiction. But its lonely at the top.

But its okay they can be lonely together.

[98wingwing]

shelter

[almea]

[dasniichts-a]

“I’ll take that as a yes—plus, it gives me an excuse to look through the little pawn shops.” He’s clearly already planning, humming a little with the thought. “I was already considering it before, just something to help you keep notes for your work—actually in the window there was a rather charming little journal with a ribbon that matched your hair that marked the binding--” 

Yeah, he might’ve been thinking about this for a lot longer... 

They rest against his chest, the quiet swishing of their tail the only real sound or movement. That poke of their forehead has them scrunching their face before laughing, reaching up to caress his face. "I already f'er'give ya, ain't like y'c'n help it, after all." And then their features are flustered once more and they fumble over what they want to say. "I- ya- l-look I don't- mind it...if it helps y'know th' li'l things- I have a hard time sayin' t' y'er face."

[veinsfullofstars]

“Quit laughin’, ya bastard, I’m dyin’ over here! Get me some starsdamn milk, for cryin’ out loud!”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of Dark Meta Knight and Daroach, in which lunch is interrupted by a disagreement on spicy food and some improper use of the Sharing mechanic. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Based on a personal headcanon that DMK enjoys spicy food and Daroach vehemently does not.

Started 04/06/24, finished and updated 04/09/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK and DR sitting side-by-side enjoying some lunch together - a sandwich for the thief, a plate of spicy curry for the knight. DMK (his mask pushed up to the side of his head, bits of curry stuck to his face) idly eats his meal with a fork as DR picks up and scrutinizes a small bottle of hot sauce the knight had set aside, a brow raised in disappointment.*

DR: “Ultra spicy,” huh? Blech. How can you stand this stuff, Dark? Like, can you even taste anythin’ anymore? (Besides pain?)

Panel 2

DMK: Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad. Here, want a bite~?

*setting his fork upright in the curry, DMK pushes his plate aside and turns towards DR with the most mischievous expression, reaching up to grab the collar of his cape. DR turns his head sharply, dropping the bottle and the sandwich, as the knight starts tugging him towards him.*

DR: What’re you-? Hey! No! No! Don’t you friggin’ dare, Dark, I swear to Nova-

Panel 3

*DMK stands up and yanks DR down towards his face, a hand clasped on the back of the thief’s head to hold him there. DR flinches (VFX: two large exclamation points), knocked off his feet and holding his paws out in surprise. A wisp of steam rises from between them, curling into a little pink heart at the top. Text reading “*Face-to-Face SFX*” hovers behind DMK.*

Panel 4

*DR jerks away from DMK, red-faced and doubled over in pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his tongue hanging out with a fresh red burn on the end, steam emitting from his face in puffs. He frantically fans at his mouth with one paw while shoving DMK away with the other.*

DR: (breaking the dialogue bubble in places) AAGH!! Ow! Star-burnin’ son-of-the-void what is wrong with you piece a’- aaaughh dammit stars dammit ow ow ow ow!!

*DMK cackles, leaning away with one arm held up against the rat’s pushing paw, one eye shut and mouth stretched open in a wide smile, a single incisor prominent within and a touch of blush at the corner. Text reading “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA” hovers behind him surrounded by laugh lines.*

[skepticdoe]

Stan and kyle looking at any other couple and ragging on them for being disgustingly in love and shoving their PDA in everyone else’s faces while they both cannot physically and emotionally be away from each other for more than five minutes and HAVE to be connected at all times whether it’s through hand holding or brushing shoulders or through their secret language through eye contact

Pre-dating Stan and Kyle are insufferable and everyone’s sick of them because of it 👍

[caemidraws]

obnoxious and unsufferable...

[soymikki]

If you're Cold, He's Cold. Bring Him Inside (Your Jacket)

[cecililiess]

no children

Nightmare belongs to Joku Cross belongs to Jakei

[silverameco]

Locked in a Room - @wolfstarmicrofic - 718 words

"Sirius. Why the hell did the door just disappear ?"

"Hum. That's actually a great question Moonshine."

In an attempt to flee from Filch, Sirius had led them to the Room of Requirement. It looked quite cosy, with a large, plushy couch and a warm fireplace. It would have been perfect if not for the empty wall where the door had been mere seconds before.

Remus sat on the couch with an annoyed huff. Great, now he was even more angry with him.

"Come on, Moons, look at the bright side. It's basically your dream place. There are books, even."

Sirius was rewarded with a blank stare for his efforts. He was starting to feel his nerves get to him.

"Will you at least tell me what I did ? You've been like this for weeks ! Whatever it is, I'll fix it, I promise. I can't bear it when you're angry with me, Moony. Please, I'm dying over here."

He had let himself fall at the other end of the couch at some point during his rant. Remus was looking at him with wide eyes, seemingly surprised. Like he wasn't the one avoiding him all the time.

"It's not- you didn't do anything. I'm not angry with you."

Sirius had the sudden urge to stomp and demand answers like a child. He loved Remus' mysteries, but sometimes it was so frustating.

"Then what ? I know there's something. I know you."

He got closer to Remus, who raised his knees against his chest with his arms wrapped around them, like a barrier. His eyes were frantically searching Sirius' face.

"I can't tell you. You're going to hate me." he hid his face against his knees.

Sirius got close enough to put his hands on Remus' cheeks and raise his head again.

"Yeah, right. Like you thought I was going to hate you when I discovered you were a werewolf or when you told me you were gay. Haven't you learn Moony ? There's nothing that could ever make me hate you."

He hoped his sincerity was clear. Remus was looking at him with his lips slightly parted and his eyes swimming in emotion. His cheeks wore a light pink tint and his skin was so, so soft under his fingers. Before Sirius could register it happening, he was so close he could count the other's freckles, their foreheads touching.

It seemed only right than the next thing he did was pressing his lips against Remus'. He didn't think about it long enough to convince himself it was a bad idea. He just did it, like it was the only thing that had to be done. When Remus kissed him back, slow and soft, Sirius was pretty sure it was.

It didn't last nearly long enough. When they parted, Remus quickly moved to sit normally on the couch, bringing Sirius with him so he could straddle his lap. Sirius blinked and looked at him with a lopsided smile.

"What is it then ?"

"I love you." he whispered.

Sirius brought his arms around his neck and pressed his smile against his ear.

"I love you too."

They kissed for a long time after this. What started soft and sweet quickly turned hungry and passionate. Sirius was in heaven. He could feel Remus' warmth everywhere. He wanted to stay there forever. How convenient that they couldn't leave anyway.

"Hum, Sirius ?" Remus left his mouth to kiss his neck. "The door is back."

"Oh. But we don't have to leave right now, do we ?" he asked with a wicked smile.

"I suppose we don't." he answered, bringing his lips back to his neck.

When they finally got out, after what felt simultaneously like two decades and two minutes - even though Sirius knew it was probably two hours - Remus asked him what he thought about when he led them to the Room.

"Just that I needed somewhere to talk to you. Not my fault the Room thinks the only way for you to stop being stubborn is to lock you somewhere." he said with a proud smile.

[nottswitch]

fuck it i’m writing a cute little autumn coffee shop au with barista!theo and no one’s gonna stop me

[noriee404]

hc he’s ridiculously sensitive on the electro mark spot

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

be cruel to me, 'cause I'm a fool for you

[northern-passage]

You swear as the snow starts to pick up - you only just managed to clear the roof of the heavy snow from the previous night.

At least you got it done. No roof will be caving in on your watch.

You set the roof brush aside, groaning and stretching for a moment. And then something smacks against the back of your head, sending you staggering sideways in surprise. You whip your head around - a brief spike of fear, the urge to reach for a knife you no longer have - but you see the flash of auburn hair before Merry can fully duck behind a nearby bush.

"Are you kidding me?" you snap, though you relax slightly, embarrassed by the way your hands have curled into fists.

The back door suddenly opens, and Lea is standing in the doorway, giving you a concerned look. Drawn out by your yelling, no doubt.

You both turn to stare off into the trees, Merry peeking out of the bushes.

Lea steps off the porch, their boots crunching over the icy ground, giving you another look as you stoop down and start to grab at handfuls of snow.

"Ah. Did she get you?" Lea asks with a chuckle.

Merry laughs too, still watching you from the safety of the treeline.

You mutter under your breath, standing back up with a few snowballs gathered in your arms. Merry is quick, though, jumping up from behind the bushes and letting loose a few snowballs of her own. You manage to duck out of the way, but Lea gets caught in the crossfire, grunting as snow explodes across their chest.

You return fire, just glancing one off of Merry's shoulder as she darts farther back into the woods. You sprint after her, following her laughter and hurling more snowballs after her. But your pursuit doesn't last long - you break into the trees just in time to see Merry slip and tumble through the snow, down the short slope from the treeline.

You rush over to her, dropping your remaining snowballs and peering down at her, laid out on her back, staring up at the sky.

"You alright?" you ask, unable to stifle your laugh as you crouch down beside her.

"No," Merry says, draping an arm over her face.

Lea slides down the slope next to you then, looking a bit disheveled, shaking their head with a sigh.

"I think this is it for me," Merry says. "It's all fading... I see the light."

"Well don't go towards it," you say.

"I think I need mouth to mouth," she says.

"Gods," Lea scoffs, "you're ridiculous."

You sit back on your heels, putting a reassuring hand on Merry's shoulder.

"It'll be alright," you say, grinning.

Merry gives you a sad puppy-eye stare. "Are you both just going to let your wife die?" she whines, pulling on your arm.

"I suppose not," you sigh, letting her pull you closer. She smiles up at you, a cold hand cupping your jaw, and your lips barely brush with hers before she smacks a snowball against the side of your face.

You jerk back, cursing as she laughs, and Lea laughs too, a little too loud as you wipe the snow from your eyes. You give them a look, lunging at them and grabbing at their long legs, pulling them down to the ground with you.

"No!" Lea yells dramatically, laughing as you pin them beneath you. You scoop a handful of snow and shove it under their shirt, pressing your palm to their stomach. Lea gasps, grabbing at your wrist, wiggling beneath you and kicking at the snow.

Merry jumps on you then, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you off Lea.

"This isn't fair!" you laugh as it takes both of them to grapple you back to the ground. By the time they manage to pin you, all three of you are breathing heavy, you in particular soaked with snow and starting to feel awfully sore after the work from this morning.

Merry and Lea share a victory kiss, both of them breathless, Lea's hair plastered to their face and falling loose from its braid. They ease off of you then, Lea's hand going from your wrist to entwining their fingers with yours. Merry still leans over you, giving you a look.

"Do you need mouth to mouth now, too?"

You nod.

She smiles, leaning closer, her long hair tickling your face. You resist the urge to reach for another handful of snow, instead just lifting your free hand to tangle your fingers in her hair as she kisses you once, twice, nipping at your bottom lip before sitting back and finally freeing you. Lea hauls you up, your hands still locked together, though once you're on your feet they let go and slide their arm around your waist, holding you close.

"I'll put the kettle on," Merry says, starting the climb back up the slope towards the cabin. Lea hums beside you, brushing some of the snow off your shoulders and chest as you start to trudge your way after Merry.

"We'll have to warm you up by the fire," Lea says, their lips close to your ear, and you shiver, their soft laugh ghosting over your skin, a faint kiss against your jaw.

Merry is waiting for you both at the treeline, and the three of you walk back to the cabin together, bracing against the snow as you step out of the cover of the trees. You suspect it will be a long, cold night tonight. Lea's arm tightens around you, and Merry jumps up the porch and opens the door, ushering you all inside. It'll be a long night, but you're grateful for the company.