#extreme fluff actually

[chaosfairy18]

Of little rainbows

Swifty had thought he’d be into the pastel pink hair for longer, he had to admit. Okay, it was half a year now, but it had been a long thought over decision and now it was only a few months until he looked at the next colours and thought ‘I need that right now’.

And it would have been way more tedious if he didn’t have a boyfriend that was good with dying his hair and that cost a lot less than going to the hairdresser.

“Bum.”, he whined, sitting next to Bumlets on the couch. “Can you dye my hair? I have a vision.”

Bumlets raised an eyebrow, knowing very well what Swifty’s visions could look like. “Depends. Can you show me?”

Oh how he loved that Bumlets at least considered every idea he had, thinking it over if he could do it or not and not instantly saying yes or no, but really thinking about it. Swifty pulled out the reference he’d found, hair similar length to his and hair divided into pastel pink colours evenly, looking beautiful.

Bumlets took his time mulling it over, considering what he could do an couldn’t. “I think I could try. I’m not sure if I’d be able to do it that perfectly, but-“

Swifty didn’t even let him finish the sentence, already hugging him close. “Thank you, Dom.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

So here they were, a few weeks later, all the supplies in nice rows standing on their bathroom cabinet, Bumlets sitting on the closed toilet seat for the moment but ready to move everywhere around Swifty who sat in the middle of the room on a chair, ordered to keep his head straight as Bumlets worked the bleach into the roots showing under the bubble-gum pink hair.

Skittery was in the room too, not wanting to separate from his boyfriends for as long as this took. For the first half hour, he was even well-behaved, letting Bumlets apply all the bleach and talking with them while they were waiting for it to work and then wash it out. It was then, when Bumlets carefully started with the first colours, that he cuddled up to his side, sitting on the floor, playing with his hand whenever he wasn’t using it to fold tinfoil up or hold strands of Swifty’s hair up.

With a sigh, Bumlets stopped and looked down at his second boyfriend, who was obviously very aware he was being a bit of a nuisance with his actions, as evident by the big brown puppy eyes he was attempting to give him. “I need both of my hands, doll, I need to make Swifty pretty.”

“As if I’m not all the time.”, Swifty interjected, moving his head to the side.

“Stay still.”

Skittery didn’t apologize, but he did go to Swifty instead, sitting next to him and leaning his head on one of his legs, prompting him to card his fingers through his hair.

Driven by mischief, Swifty scratched him behind his ears and cooed: “Aren’t you a cuddly kitty today?”

Almost instantly, Skittery distanced himself from both of them, almost at the door. “I’m not a cat-“

“Could have fooled me, angel.”, murmured Bumlets, trying to work in peace.

“There’s a reason Tumbler named your cat after you, all these years ago.”

Skittery crossed his arms and huffed, looking even more like an annoyed cat. “Leave Skittles out of this.”

“I have so many pics of you two looking exactly the same, you can’t deny-“ Swifty turned his head to look at Skittery better, and Bumlets grabbed his chin with a tut.

“I said don’t move your head.”

“It’s Skitt’s-“

“No-“

“I don’t care who’s fault it is, just sit still, please.”

Swifty sat straight again, chin up, and just moved his hands in Skittery’s direction, flexing his fingers. “I can still scratch your head. Come here, kitty kitty.”, he teased, very mindful of keeping his head where Bumlets could properly work with it.

As he knew his boyfriend well, he had expected, that it would only take a few seconds of pretending he didn’t want it until Skittery was leaning against his leg again, closing his eyes and letting his head be pat. This time he didn’t tease him, enjoying the motions too much, and especially enjoying that he got to see Skittery almost melt against him, eyes closed and breathing getting shallower as Bumlets circled around Swifty, applying the dye everywhere he needed to.

It was almost meditating, just petting his one boyfriend’s hair while the other put all his planning into a wish Swifty had asked him for weeks ago, going about it with absolute precision.

“I think I’m finished.”, Bumlets whispered to him after a long while, Skittery seeming almost asleep in his lap by now. “Wait a few more minutes and then wash it out, I already got it done a bit ago and checked if it looked right. We can only really see, after you wash it out.”

Swifty nodded. “Thank you. Always fulfilling my every wish like a true Prince Charming.” He meant it, too. Maybe he was very spoiled, getting every need fulfilled after just asking, but he loved knowing that it was treated as more than just empty words but instead carefully considered.

Sitting down in front of him again, Bumlets kissed his cheek and forehead. “Then I hope you’ll be happy by what I did, my Princess.”

More time passed in relaxed silence, but eventually, Swifty had to separate the dozing Skittery from his legs so he could wash out the dye – even if standing up while a cat was sleeping on you was a crime punishable by death, of course.

“Skitts, I need to stand up.”, he whispered, softly lifting his head, Bumlets taking it as he sat next to Skittery instead, calming him as his face scrunched up, head probably slushy from dozing off.

“It’s okay, doll, you can keep sleeping soon, we’ll just finish Swifty’s hair.” He scratched behind Skittery’s ear, taking over the duty of patting their boyfriend while Swifty ran water over his head in the bathtub.

“Don’… feels…”

“Good?”

Skittery hummed as affirmation.

Bumlets could only smile, loving to see it when Skittery was completely relaxed, not worrying about anything, anxiety eating at him, just relaxed and a bit loopy, making him feel happy to be one of the causes for it. Skittery deserved the rest, the rest of his thoughts going everywhere and nowhere, the rest of feeling restless and a slight constant panic at the back of his mind. “We can all cuddle after, hm? That sound good?”

Humming again, Skittery turned his head further into Bumlets’ neck, nuzzling into him. He took that as a yes.

Skittery is shaken awake again with a kiss on the corner of his mouth and Bumlets gently prying his head off his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just need to help Swifty with washing and drying, I’ll be back soon.”, he promised, and Skittery rested his chin on his knees, watching the two. He didn’t quite feel awake, but everything was slowly coming back in, especially the thoughts of how glad he was to have them.

Swifty’s hair already looked gorgeous, as Bumlets towelled it off for him, then blow-drying it to give it some more volume, but the colours shone even brighter, as the hair was dry.

The only thing he could tell Swifty, when he came over afterwards, was: “You’re beautiful.”

It made his partner giggle and blush a bit, pulling him up by his arm to stand. “Thank you. Now let’s get to the living room, I heard you wanted to cuddle.”

Skittery let himself be pulled, still feeling tired, and knowing how fast he’d probably fall asleep with a blanket, a show, and their couch.

As he cleaned everything up, it took a few minutes for Bumlets to join them, and he kissed both their heads before sitting down next to Skittery, cuddling into the blanket as well. “Love my kitty and my rainbow.”, he gushes, teasing glint in his eyes.

“Love y’ too. Too sweet to me. ‘n Vin’s too pretty.”, slurred Skittery, already half asleep again.

“And I love you too. Though I think it’s Alejandro who’s too handsome.”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

They cuddled the rest of the afternoon, drifting in and out of sleep as a series played on their TV, taking all the time in the world to be with who they loved and cherished the most.

[sheikfangirl]

Blade Runner 2049 redraw with a angsty Zelink twist, dedicated to @rottencandyapp1es! She also drew her take on that iconic scene, check it out if you haven't already! 🔥

I am obsessed with the idea of toxic Puppet Zelink haunting and torturing Link all the time😭 HDGDNGDHS !!!!! Like....REALLY OBSSESSED!

[izuizzy]

I’m always drawing him in pain so have an AU where he’s actually good and his smile is actually PRECIOUS

[the-sussy-imposter2]

So i was thinking about making some characters and a story to post about here (with the purpose of comfort vore and so on, all that jazz) and i think i came up with the best thing ever.

It started as some characters to accompany my sona, and turned into a full circus. So. PLEASE. Let me know if you guys want the full thing.

(Btw, jest is my sona, and all these characters still need names !! Other than the tall shadow guy (billy, my dear husband :3) and the clown girl with the balloons, who is named bingo balloon, or maybe bingo baby. I havent decided yet, but im leaning towards balloon. Oh and the jack in the box flower, her name is bloomy)

If i were to go all out with this story, id rebrand this blog to "jests circus of delights" and share little comic scenarios of all these characters and their shenanagins (and maybe also allow asks and requests and stuff about the cast and all that, yknow, let people interact with it in a sfw way of course)

But i wanna know what you guys think :3 also, prompt for anyone reading or rbing, who do you think is pred, and who do you think is prey? (Also, for bingo balloon, shes canocially fifteen, so please just try and be normal and not weird !! This is sfw vore only, no matter the age of the characters, either)

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

Personal Pomni Headcanon:

Pomni doesn’t like being touched by other people because when it happens it feels like she’s losing what’s left of her autonomy.

She lost her entire identity when she entered the Circus. Her name and her body were all taken and replaced. She remembers that she used to feel like nothing even in the real world, perhaps she still feels that way now, maybe even more so if her only role in life is to play whatever is assigned to her that day, or go insane and give up what’s left of herself.

She has little to no control over who she is or what she does. So when a person touches her without consent she feels even more degraded. If she doesn’t even have control over who is allowed to touch her, how can she expect to have any control over her own life? It drives her crazy whenever someone reminds her of her own helplessness each time they casually grab her by the arm or pat her on the head, because in that moment it doesn’t feel like it’s her arm or her head anymore, it’s there’s. It’s not her body, it’s not her skin, because how could it be when someone else is clearly calling the shots. Nothing is hers when she’s being touched.

She feels like nothing if she’s being touched.

[keijiqahara]

★ 

bringing kaiser to an ice cream/gelato shop in the outskirts of a small town thinking you were introducing him to something new outside his experience of wealth (or well at least that's how all the romance books go right?) but when u arrive there the old couple who are the owners of the shop instantly recognizes kaiser and the three envelop themselves in a warm hug, leaving u so damned puzzled. what's going on?

[mamawasatesttube]

i have to speak my truth. i think timkon clone baby aus fucking suck

[the-river-runs]

My best friend Fandom has once again returned and asked me to post to Tumblr for her! Once again, I have permission to post this video and all edits were done by Fandom (http.redshoes on Instagram)

These memes are all based on Cryptid Sightings by @naffeclipse

She has a lot to say this time around!

A message from Fandom:

"Hello Naff!! And hello everyone :D

It’s me, your girl, your local meme and edit maker, Fandom (aka http.redshoes on Insta 😎)

I’ve come back to make another meme comp for you guys! I wanted to make this earlier, but:

1. I was busy saving/collecting ATSV content on Instagram like Pokémon to getting noticed twice by Jack in the Box ☺️

2. I had to create an Ao3 account (understandably ofc AI theft sucks) and was um. You know… being silly in the comment section 👀 (please don’t mind me if you ever stumble upon them - I react and appreciate the stuff I enjoy in weird ways 💔)

3. Was waiting for my friend here to finish reading so I didn’t spoil anything in the memes! We both loved the series so much and man. The Naff do be eclipsing fr in releasing chapters left and right biggest round of applause for one of my favorite authors here 👏👏👏

Naff, you did such a great job writing this fanfic. I’m going to repeat myself from the comment section BUT you need to give yourself a pat on the back, relax, take a break - just reward yourself. You deserve it all and I hope that you take care of yourself for all the hard work you’ve done 💞💞💞

I’ve also included the lovely artist themselves, @themeeplord , again in one of my meme comps.

It’s only one meme but dang they always draw Eclipse to be getting that gain 💪💪💪 (bc of how muscular he is haha.) Mad respect to all of the drawings they create - they’re always a banger to see.

(Most of the memes surround the last episode + epilogue so if you haven’t read those chapters LOOK ‼️ AWAY ‼️ Don’t get spoiled 🤯)

(P.S. for the imagine scenario that’s not a meme, this is what they’re saying in the audio:

“[Amused] You can hear their heartbeats? Come on, that’s a little far fetched.”

“[Soft chuckling] I can hear yours too… Your heart’s beating pretty fast.”

I’d like to think this would take place around the beginning of “The Episode Bedeviling Bodies,” where the Hunter is still trying to understand their dear friend and what they’re capable of. I thought it was fitting ngl and included it in the comp.

There were uh, more memes I wanted to include, but I’m running low on storage space atm. I’ll get back to making more after I’m done clearing that out ^^’)

(P.P.S. Okay I don’t have Tumblr obviously but 🕴️ apparently you guys really liked the SJ memes I made??? Because my friend’s been receiving notifs of it still??? Thank you so much you guys!! I didn’t really expect people to enjoy them that much 😭💘💘💘)

Now without further ado, enjoy the meme comp! >:D " -Fandom

[beanghostprincess]

A tale of daisies & larkspurs

For @sanusoweek || Day 2: Fairy Tale / WLW (pretend this was posted on time)

Relationship: Sanji/Usopp (F/F)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Recommend reading on Ao3 but the main ones are: Transphobia, gender dysphoria, child/domestic abuse, and violence (I swear this is happy too don't get tricked by my angst)

Chapters: 14/14

Summary:

‘I love you’, her mother always says. ‘My precious daughter. My angel.’ But her father’s words are still louder. “It is the only thing he will never be able to obtain.” He turns around to approach her numb body, as she uses her last efforts to hold on to Pedro’s armor. Judge doesn’t smile, but he has all the fun in the world when he frowns with disgust at his son. Son. “A true love kiss.” — Usopp smells like wild berries, daisies, and wood. Like ancient books, fire, and dirt. Like chemicals, poison, and deadly flowers. Like sunlight, wet grass, and thousands of thousands of songs Sanji hasn’t been able to hear. It is impossible to know what a song smells like, but she is quite sure they all have the scent of that music box Usopp made for her. She always brings gifts whenever she comes. It makes the princess feel less trapped and more… It wouldn’t be more, since she isn’t even a bit free. But it makes her feel free. Liberation, that’s what she smells like. Freedom.

Read on Ao3!!!

More of my works!

Check out @aimtodraw's fanart here!!! I loved it so so much and I had to hold myself back from screaming in the middle of work when I saw it--

Also @the-orion-inexpirience's art I asked them to draw quite obviously inspired by this fic!!!!!!! It inspired me so much to keep writing!!!

[abyssembraced]

@distrxst

I adore this horrid little beast <3

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PUBLIC GROUP [OMENSCAGE] Wandering Omen, Pleading Intellect

PI: You haven't heard about what No Significant Harassment did?

WO: All I heard was the complaining. Didn't he send an iterator something distasteful?

PI: Well, yes, but more importantly, he trained a purposed organism to deliver it!

WO: Why do that? Was it so distasteful that he was afraid to send it via the broadcast network?

PI: Just forward thinking. He's been experimenting with alternative communication methods.

PI: So that we all may stay in touch even once our broadcast machinery meets its end of life.

WO: What type of organism was it?

PI: It was based on one of those resourceful, wandering ones that go in pipes. An image should reach you in a few moments...

WO: ...

WO: I see...

WO: How do you even get a dull creature such as that to follow orders? I may consider asking him to teach me his ways.

PI: I wouldn't do that right now. Recent broadcasts from NSH seem like he's been on edge and stressed.

PI: I wonder what happened?

[littledesertfox]

I started writing a little Krebsdorf fanfic and realised how much I missed writing aughh😭 It's always been a hobby of mine, but I've also been pretty inconsistent with it and sometimes months would pass without any inspiration. It's so fun though!!

I'll probably post it on ao3 once it's finished and my account invitation has gone through (I signed up for a new one since I am too chicken to post it on my regular fandom account - also I haven't used that one in years💀), not sure if I should also post the full text on here or simply link it (I've seen writers doing both). There is a great total of 8 fics in the Krebs/Burgdorf tag over there so it's surely time to change that😭

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

A Touch Of Something New

Prompt: - ⋆ "please, i'm begging you. don't make me watch the nightmare before christmas again." (Credit to @/scealaiscoite for this writing prompt which you can find here!<3)

Summary: Logan has been overworking himself for weeks on end and Virgil has become increasingly more and more worried about him, at a time when he least expects it, he comes up with an idea on how to get him to take a break.

Ship: romantic analogical

CW/TW: self-neglect due to hyperfocus and exhaustion (forgetting to eat, sleep, drink water, etc.)

Logan blinked slowly at the screen in front of him, hands in his hair, eyes irritated and threatening to close. He looked down to the bottom right to check the time. It was 3:26 AM, he had been working for 5 hours straight. His movements felt measured and drawn out as he sunk down into his chair. He was so, so tired. The script he was working on for the next video was barely done.

He closed his eyes and the burning feeling in his eyes became worse. Everything ached and he so desperately wanted to crawl next to his boyfriend and sleep.

Virgil had been begging him to take a break for weeks, to spend time with him, to eat, to drink water, anything, just stop working for two seconds; he insisted he was fine, that he could go without it, reminding him that he loved him dearly but he couldn’t pull his focus away from this right now. He begrudgingly opened his eyes and turned his chair around to face their bed.

The room was dark except for the blue light from the computer screen. His eyesight was fuzzy, but he noticed that Virgil had curled up against a pillow, his pillow. He sighed and turned around, powering his computer down hazily, watching as his progress faded into a black screen. He stared for a second, wanting to power it back on and force himself to work until sunrise.

He shook his head and sighed, getting up out of his chair. The room spun for a few long seconds before he felt someone’s arms wrap around his waist and hook their head over his shoulder. “Are you coming to bed?” Virgil said in his ear sleepily. When had Virgil gotten out of bed? He felt like he was going crazy.

Logan rubbed his eyes with his palms and nodded. He needed to sleep. “Thank you.” Virgil whispered before letting him go.

They both got into bed and Virgil pulled him into him, hooking his head over his shoulder again, whispering sweet nothings in his ear in his half asleep state.

“You work too hard Lo, but I love you.”

“Thank you for coming to bed, it’s the first step towards actually taking care of yourself”

“I’m proud of you.”

Logan was barely registering what Virgil was saying, but sank into his touch nevertheless. “Mhmmm” he responded every so often.

When Virgil noticed the responses becoming few and far between he began to stop talking and started planting small kisses on top of his head.

———————————————————————

Logan awoke to Virgil running his fingertips along his arm and staring at him lovingly.

“Good morning” he said gently

Logan smiled, but it quickly faded as his worries for the script took over. It was like watching storm clouds roll in over a sunny sky. Virgil saw the look in his eyes and took his face in his hands. “Honey, please, I am begging you, don’t think about work, just for today.”

Logan feigned a weak smile.

“Y’know, it’s almost Halloween, which means Christmas is even closer, so I was thinking instead of you working we could—“

"please, i'm begging you. don't make me watch the nightmare before christmas again." Logan interjected playfully.

“No, not that. I actually wanted to just hang out today; drink hot cocoa and watch horror movies? and maybe…cuddle a bit?” He said the last part quietly, he was a bit desperate for more psychical contact at this point, considering Logan and him hadn’t had any time together awake for atleast two weeks straight.

“I’ll make the drinks,” he said happily, “Do you want anything while I’m in the kitchen?” Logan asked

Virgil shook his head, a little grin on his face, he was just glad he was taking care of himself for the first time in a while.

He left the room, and with the way that he was positioned, he watched as Logan, with a huge smile on his face, giddily prepared their drinks. He never showed too much affection outwardly, that’s just how he was, but whenever he got the chance Virgil would watch as he did little things to show how happy he was. Smiling like it was the last time he ever would, humming, melting into Virgil’s touch whenever he let himself be relaxed for a moment. Virgil found it adorable, those little moments of his.

Logan added multiple tiny marshmallows into Virgil’s drink, watching them melt a little, just the way he liked it. He added whipped cream into his, and walked back into the room to find Virgil smiling to himself.

“What is it that you’re thinking about?” He said, interested, handing Virgil his drink.

He took it, and looked down to see the white sugar of the marshmallows mixing with the cocoa; it was as if he could feel the love of all of these years suddenly encapsulating the room.

He looked up, still smiling. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. I just really love you.”

[deankarolina]

saw the results on that 'preferred level of toxic yuri' poll and ngl I think a lot of ppl on that poll are straight up lying or just unwilling to admit that their tastes aren't as edgy as they want to make it seem

the "most extreme" options are in a big lead rn and being around most of these 'toxic yuri' fandoms and seeing what the usual popular things are surrounding them like I'm sorry but a lot of you are lying maybe even to yourselves

[embright]

you guys just don't know how to write angst anymore. putting people who say they like "toxic yaoi" in my dni cause they have no idea how to actually write toxicity

[mantisgodsdomain]

Scarlet is extremely easy to pick up because he's constantly running on the life force version of power saver mode, which runs as few organs as possible while still letting him look Somewhat Attractive in order to lure victims, which also means he weighs the bug equivalent of 15 pounds soaking wet and a solid half of the organs that aren't specifically needed to run his body got cannibalized for life force a decade ago and Have Not been healed since.

[ai-the-broccoli]

I'm glad that it is at least possible that ---- has bigger feet than ----, because now I can make everything about Cinderella as usual