#fk: fluff

[onsunnyside]

sonny. i am coming to you with a thought of fk ari in a big chunky sweater during the fall, and the scenery around the trailer park turns drastically and he just looks so big and beefed up but also warm and the sweater is big enough that you can literally fit inside of it with him

from white sunshine and humid air to colourful trees and golden rays 😌:

He wakes you up early so you can watch the sunrise, and keeps you all warm and snug under the blanket and in his sweater. Personal heater bf who smells like cinnamon bc of a new candle. He kisses your cheek softly as you blearily watch the sun peek through the clouds, "look at that. It's another day to love you, sugar."

[lexiene]

[ ✧ ° : thoughts # 24 : ° ✧ ]

Inspired by this couple tiktok vid ehehe ( /^ ▽ ^ )/

When you and Megumi go out for grocery cause you ran out of things like snacks and essentials especially your favorite pregnancy food for craving moments even though you are barely 5 weeks, already craving for more sweets. In which Megumi deadpanned when you demanded him to go out and buy.

It can't be helped though, cause he loves ya.

While in the store you were planning something for him that makes your feet giggling in excitement as Megumi grab and pulls out the small cart that will be using and he said to you that he'll start with the beverage aisle and kisses your knuckles (cause thats his love language dont ask me) and you nodded and kiss his cheek which painted his cheeks red.

Then your plan starts as you see a variety of balloons clipped in their stand you of course choose the dog one with the resemblance of his precious Divine Dogs.

You quickly unclipped the object and circle around the aisle to met his back facing you he was still looking at the beverage scanning for cheaper one.

You take your chance and slowly clip the balloon to his jacket. Locator secured.

You stiffen your laugh making Megumi turns to you saying 'what?' and you said 'nothing' you then follow up to him that you go to the baby aisle searching for toys for the upcoming baby you'll be sure to find him in no time. As he looked at you in questionable why are you giggling then proceed to the next aisle.

After you grabbed the cute baby toys you then search for your husband instead calling him you look up from the aisle and beam.

He's in the pasta aisle, with the locator floating.

As the time goes by, Megumi starts to suspecting something from you that you won't stop giggling everytime you approach him while you put down the things needed into the cart and saying your going to the next aisle.

Maybe your hormones just being extremely happy?

Then later on an old lady chuckle behind his back saying 'Is there something wrong?' he questions the elder then she pointed up and following her pointed above and froze in embarrassment.

Is that a balloon?

Was that with him all the time and he didn't even noticed?

The elder lady points 'What an extremely adorable thing floating around you young man, must be your lover's doing,' she chuckles again as his ears turned completely red and apologizes to her that he caused a distraction removed it from him but she didn't mind at all and said that was normal and entertaining.

Oh he's gonna serious talk with you.

Finally you grabbed the last thing from today's list and time to get or rather find Megumi in easy way as you search the balloon and noticed that the balloon was gone like completely gone.

Shoot. He must been noticed it.

As your hip met with clank of the cart behind you is your angry lookin husband glares at you and the balloon seating and tied in the cart so it won't float.

'It seems you planned this from the start and now you got me embarrassed' he torts at you.

You only stared at him and then completely laughed out which melt down his embarrassment into lovingly state. But still you apologize to him and adorably said because he was adorable on it.

He sighed to himself that he couldn't take you so much because it was your fault making him falling in love with you again. ( Tehee )

[romance-is-tragic]

Hey, Anna! I was just wondering if you could do a 'How the DC Legends would kiss y/n'. I'm working on a Leonard Snart fanfic and I'm having trouble describing how he would kiss/comfort my character who's going through a messy breakup.

Have a good day/night

Headcanons! How The DC Legends Would Kiss Fem! Y/N

Summary: See title. By the way, this is a select few characters from Season 1. Let us assume that this isn't the first kiss. Because I don't remember how to write first kisses.

A/N: I have been AWOL for several freaking years. Matters progressed. At some point during Covid, I kinda gave up on fanfiction because school got busy. But this was a cute little prompt I just had to pick up. (Totally not procrastinating on an essay here!) Took me fifteen minutes to do this. Not my best work, but I'm glad I got back into fanfiction. To everyone who still reads my younger self's work, thank you so much! Love you guys <3

PS. Thanks so much for asking @buckybarnesismylife! I'm glad you thought of me <3

Jefferson Jackson/Jax (Firestorm #2)

I see Season 1 Jax as... kinda shy? Kinda sweet? He likes you, he likes likes you, he likes likes you very much. But... PDA and whatnot, nope. He steals kisses from you when you're alone together.

Maybe he's in the engine room, tinkering. Or in the lab, doing... lab work. You're sitting to the side, reading a book, writing a poem, scrolling through Tumblr? Every so often, he gets up, places a kiss to your forehead, temple, cheek. You are this man's pomodoro technique.

And every so often, you pull him to you, place your lips against his. He's gentle. He cradles you close, a hand running through your hair. He draws it out. He enjoys it. You enjoy it. And when you pull away for air, a shy smile peeks through. And maybe even... a blush?

Leonard Snart (Captain Cold)

He is gentle with nobody but you. Yes, he's a slick sweet-talker, but with you, he's different. Softer. Maybe even sweeter. And he ain't afraid to show how much he likes you.

His kisses are casual. A kiss to your forehead as you sleep, a kiss to your shoulder as you work. Simple little kisses that send shivers down your spine. Now is that because of the cold gun, his frosty personality, or something else entirely? Who knows?

But his kisses are also very very not casual. Before missions, he holds you close. He feels the contours of your body under his hands. Such gentle hands, memorising every inch of your skin. A kiss to your forehead, on each eyelid, tip of your nose, then your lips. Long, hard, deep. A kiss to remember.

And after missions? Screw the kisses. He's just glad to know that you're alive. And well. And his. Okay, maybe some kisses. A lot of kisses.

Martin Stein (Firestorm #1)

He would not. Man is madly in love with Clarissa, and he would never dream of cheating on her. Shame on y'all for asking. (Did Martin ever cheat on Clarissa? It's been several years since I've seen the show... so... Someone tell me?)

Mick Rory (Heatwave)

I don't see Mick kissing anyone. Obviously, he is capable of affection, but it takes him time. He's more the huggy type? Maybe, just maybe, he places his lips against your temple as you sleep. He loves you. So so much. He's just scared to show it.

Ray Palmer (Atom)

Golden retriever vibes here. When this man likes you, he likes you. You tinker in the lab alongside him. The two of you work in comfortable quiet, the silence punctuated by the whisper of his kisses along your face, neck and shoulders. How this man ever gets work done, nobody knows.

But those are the casual kisses. On long languid afternoons, you lay in bed together, and he kisses you. Over and over and over. This man worships you and he lets you know. His hands pull you closer, he wraps you in his arms, and his kisses find their way to your lips. Over and over and over.

Sara Lance (White Canary)

Not typically the touchy feely type. When she kisses you, she means it. And they're not gentle either. They might start off gentle. Tender kisses against your lips, nips at your neck and collarbone. But then they get rough. Her lips working against yours, her tongue exploring your mouth. She pushes you into the wall, holds you there. You don't complain. Your hands find her hair, her hands find your waist. She kisses you ferociously, with an intensity you've never felt before. When she pulls away, your lips are chapped, bruised. Then the kisses get gentle again. Tender apologetic kisses against your swollen lips, across your eyelids and cheeks.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Nah Bro! (Teaser)

University Student Wooyoung x (F)Reader

Summary: No, he wasn't an idiot, he knew what he wanted and he always had, the only problem was he wasn't sure if she wanted the same. He was her friend, her biggest supporter, and her shelter on rainy days- but he was NOT her bro.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: *loading*

Est. Read Time: *loading*

Warnings: language, suggestive content, Woo's a perv and she ain't any better.

Rating: Mature

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

Slamming her hands on his door she let out a shaky breath, the intensity of her knocks increasing, this was not how she had expected her Sunday morning to go, breaking into the boy's dorms at university, slamming her fists so loud that the whole block may as well be awake. Was she risking expulsion, probably, but was he worth it- oh for sure.

"WOOYOUNG!"

"WHAT!" the door slammed open, revealing a dishevelled Wooyoung, in nothing but his underwear, eyes widening at the realisation that it was in fact not Yunho who was bothering him in his early hours of brooding, but the source of his heartbreak har come to him. Now, mind you, the man lived with other men and never in his life did he imagine the girl he had been simping for, his own best friend, would come up to him in his domain like this- "Is that my hoodie?"

She stared at him, no, she shamelessly oogled at the boy-man- she had spent bullying and playing around with in her younger days. In front of her was not her annoying, stupid, dumb, irritating best friend but a who the fk, what the fk, why the fk- her chain of thought broke at his question.

"Wh-what?" breathing out, still trying to catch her breath from the extensive running she had done up the flight of stairs- curse him for living in a building with no elevator- that and the sight before her had her all hot and bothered even more.

"Why-" shaking his head, he rubbed his face before crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame, did she look all adorable, flushed pink, hair a mess and in his hoodie? Yes, was he still mad at her, definitely- so he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of getting a quick reaction this time. "What do you want?"

"I- you- I mean- oh my god- we like- f*cked." the words jumbled up, tumbling out of her mouth before her brain could from the sentence "I f*cked up, my god, I do like you."

He knew what she meant, but he wouldn't be Wooyoung if he said so, hence the crooked smile that adorned his slightly puffy face, eyes heavy and droopy with sleep, "Unfortunately we haven't, but we could if you'd like."

Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @the-kpop-simp @mlysalt @spooo00oky

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

Prince Fluff's Father

Okay, so you guys can keep reading if you want spoilers, but.. if you guys wanna put in any, guess feel free.

But believe it or not, I have mentioned Prince Fluff's father 2 or 3 times before... you guys just didn't know it.

I may not have the event play out exactly like this (have Falspare less angry), but... Prince Fluff... is the son of the FISHER KING! Believe it or not, I planned this plotline ever since I introduced the Fisher King into the story.

Kirby and the gang aren't going to see Fluff any differently but Falspar...

Ya'know like Fishnet (cloth)- Fisher...

Yeah, I know far far-fetched connection but bear with me! This is just my way of connecting the game lore is to mix it with Arthurian lore, there are a few more surprises but the ones I have on the list.

Ribbon & Ripple Star's connection (Morgan Le Fay/ Dame Morgan)

Epic Yarn/ Prince Fluff's Connection (the Fisher King/ Fluff's father)

Planet Robobot Susie Haltman (Sir Icarus)

Moving on...

And a quick poll and more info on Fluff's father. (keep reading)

You know just enough to spook Falspar and make him wince and make him think it's the Fisher king at first glance.

After the whole incident (also mentioned here)... this was awake up call to the Fisher King. (I don't know whether to change his name to something else or keep him with a name.)

He magically isolated his planet, locking away Patchland and separating it from the galaxy & the war. (Also, so he can escape Uther's wrath for pulling away his support; so yeah all of that blame and anger went to Falspar.)

Basically, the land that suffered was not Patchland but the galaxy... Being cut off from the biggest source of good, destroying the galaxy's economy.

The Fisher King did do the work and eventually did become a better person... In a sense, the Pathland, (while still wealthy & stable in his rule) still suffered deeply inside. Tolling away regretting his actions...

A part of him does want to rejoin the galaxy, but he's too afraid that people will still see him as the man he was... the fear and shame kept him away from it all... Everyone!

He put the well-being of his kingdom and his people first... they loved their king. Patchland was prosperous and thriving while their king suffered in silence. He'd put on a smile and watched on in the shadows... Denying himself the love of his people and the fruits of his labor... (Basically, he was punishing himself for years...)

Until a certain, (Fluff's mom) had broken through the barrier by mistake... I have a cute love story planned out for them, but yeah, she was the only one who saw the king's hidden sadden.

Fluff's mom: Why do you suffer?

FK: Because I was a terrible man... I deserve to suffer.

Fluff's mom: Are you the man you were before.

FK:No... I uh-

Fluff's mom: Then why should you suffer?

Basically she's the one who "freed the Fisher King"

Yeah, long story short they fell in love, got married, and had Fluff... You're probably asking "Wait, hold on a minute didn't the Fisher King receive an injury that left him impotent." (unable to have children)

Yes, that is true... which is why he sought out a certain Yarn Wizard: *cough* Yin-Yarn! Who was able to magically create a son for him that was biologically his & his wife's. Giving her the child she's always wanted...

And the Fisher King... WAS THE BEST FATHER TO FLUFF! And loved him so much... He prepared him for the outside world. And told him of the man he was, before... regardless Fluff loved, respected, and adored his father dearly and never saw him differently.

Having a family gave him a newfound purpose in life... and gave him the confidence to return to the outside- Oh no, tragedy sets in... he falls ill (and slowly starts to lose his mind... the only thing he could remember was his wife & son.)- the price he had to pay for Fluff's birth... but he did not regret it at all.

Resulting in his wife & son having to see him lose his mind and his life fade away... bedridden. But all his plans to rejoin the galaxy and the GSA remain untouched... ready to be used.

Basically, the Fisher King's death plays out like this...

However, even though he passes on these plans to his son he gives him the option to never use them as well... knowing how difficult it would be for Fluff... being his son.

Even telling him, "Should anyone who has any grievance with me... accept it, don't deny it, and apologize to them, alright."

The Fisher King started off as an arrogant two-faced King but died a kind and loving man... he considers Fluff his greatest achievement... and his greatest regret is not being able to see the fantastic ruler he knew he would become.

He dies leaving his wife & son to grieve... two years later Prince Fluff's mother disappears... I know it's sad.

Prince Fluff looks over these plans but isn't sure if he can do it... though after meeting Kirby the gang he feels confident enough to do it... He's just going to need their support.

I'm not gonna reveal how this goes down just yet but... Flaspar was never able to find closure with the Fisher King incident... but perhaps he can find closer with his son. (>:3)

[onsunnyside]

SONNY!!!! I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION!!! which sonny's verse character would get this for reader? (i found it on amazon and now i need answers)

OMG I WANT THIS 👹

fk!Ari would definitely get you this as a gag gift. it's wrapped all nicely and you're fooled into thinking it's a cute lil delicate thing but nope !! "It isn't inappropriate! Look, it says tequila." He points to the small print, "Don't give me that face—it isn't lying anyway."

[firstkanaphans]

Hi. Can we get an U for AlanGaipa? I just missed them soooo much. Please. 🥹

[U] + AlanGaipa was requested by five different people and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why it was so popular until I remembered that Alan and Gaipa are the only FK characters with actual adult jobs. No one requested [T] (for any pairing), but it’s one of my favorite fluff tropes and I wanted to write it, so I added it here. Hope y’all enjoy!

[U]ndressing them after a long day at work + [T]aking a bath together

Alan already had the bath running when Gaipa got home.

“How was work?” he asked as Gaipa walked straight into his arms.

“Over,” he mumbled into Alan’s neck.

Alan stroked his back and placed a soft kiss on top of his head. “You should have taken the day off,” he said. Gaipa worked too hard. It was one of the only sources of friction between them.

“No, I–I think it was good,” Gaipa said, pulling away. He didn’t go far, though. His arms were still wrapped around Alan’s waist as if he couldn’t stand the thought of letting him go. “It helped keep my mind off of things.”

Alan was grateful for that, at least, because his mind had been on Gaipa all day long.

In the sudden silence, Gaipa turned his attention towards the bathroom. “Are you running a bath?” he asked, finally stepping away.

“Oh, right,” Alan said, rushing into the next room. Luckily, the water hadn’t yet started to run over. He turned the tap off just in time.

“This is lovely,” Gaipa said, following him into the room. The lights were off, leaving the room lit only by candlelight and there was a pleasant aroma wafting over from the bubbles in the tub. “Is it for me?”

“It is,” Alan confirmed and then he ushered Gaipa closer to him. “Here. Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

He began by slowly unbuttoning Gaipa’s shirt and the whole time, Gaipa just watched him. Gaipa was usually very self-sufficient—he worked hard and wasn’t used to being doted on—so Alan liked to spoil him. He slipped the shirt off of Gaipa’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he did the same thing with his pants and boxers.

Soon, Gaipa was standing in front of him completely naked, but there wasn’t any eroticism to the moment like there normally would be. Instead, there was just a warm feeling of comfort. Of safety. Of coming home.

Alan cupped Gaipa’s cheeks in his hands and pulled him in for a long, slow kiss. When he backed away, Gaipa’s eyes stayed closed for several seconds longer as if he wanted the feeling to last.

“Enjoy your bath,” Alan whispered. “I’ll pour you a drink and then I’ll get out of here. What do you want? Wine or beer? I brought both in because I know you don’t usually like wine, but—”

“You can’t leave,” Gaipa said suddenly. “You have to join me.”

Alan shook his head. “No. This is for you to relax. To get your mind off of thing. You—”

“I want to relax with you. Please?”

And so, after stripping himself of his clothes, grabbing a beer for both of them, and turning on some soft, atmospheric music, Alan and Gaipa climbed into the bathtub together. It was a very large tub and they settled in easily with Gaipa’s back pressed against Alan’s front, with Gaipa’s head resting against Alan’s shoulder. Gaipa exhaled as if the weight of the world had been lifted from him. Alan didn’t say anything. He just held his boyfriend in his arms.

“I can’t believe it’s already been a year,” Gaipa said eventually. Alan squeezed him tighter. “I miss her so much.”

“She would be so proud of you,” Alan said. The words were sentimental, but they were also true. Despite being left with enough inheritance to stop working entirely, Gaipa had chosen to go to the market everyday, carrying on the legacy his mother had left behind.

“I was thinking today about how different my life is now,” Gaipa said. “Not just because she’s gone, but also because of you. It’s ironic that I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. I just wish she was here to see it.”

“She knows, baby,” Alan said, gently kissing the top of his head. “She knows.”

They stayed in the bath until the water started to cool and afterwards, Alan dried Gaipa off, dressed him, and they got into bed together to waste the last few hours of the day. Tomorrow would be better, but for now, at least they had each other.

[oonajaeadira]

So at what time is it appropriate to pop into your inbox and ask about AwoooTwooo? Asking for a friend.

(It's me. I'm the friend. I just love how you wrote his little fox heart so much.)

I'm gonna try to slam down part two tonight.

I know I say I've been very busy this year and I have been, but dangs it's been nothing compared to this month. I've been building and producing 5 shows at the same time. AND as of this weekend, one of my best friends is finally leaving her abusive marriage, so I've been helping her with that and part of a support team making sure she's never alone. So it's been a lot. Mainly I've been devoting every non-dayjob hour of my days to making these projects happen and keeping my girl safe and supported. The only down time I've had has literally hopping on Tumbles and scrolling through. It's been saving my sanity.

Please don't think I'm trying to make you feel bad for asking! I THANK YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART AND MY BUTT FOR IT. It's a petty excuse to vent and put it somewhere. And to allow myself to hang on you and whine because dang I really miss just having time to veg out and have some fun without feeling like I should be working on something else and have three more weeks of it ahead of me.

So when I say I'm gonna try to slam down part two tonight, what I mean is that I know what happens in part two and I've got a couple of hours I can't really afford to work on it but fk it I want to, I just have to write fast enough to get it out before I fall asleep....

And if you of all people wanna know what's going down with Fink and Farrah??? Do you know how very much more that makes me wanna write it down???????????

I mean....your friend. I'm excited to tell your friend. Because any friend of Brandy's is prolly amazing and therefore I'm flattered that they wanna ready my schlocky fluffety fluff about two foxes in love.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

do you think kantbison will have a happy ending? like ik pretty well bison will never forgive kant he lied about everything at some point…

Oh yes, I am firmly in the camp that we will have our happily ever after. But there will be angst, massive misunderstandings and tears (after all, what is a FK drama without their tears - they cry so prettily). And I'm not sure about you anon, but when FK cries, I think every single audience feels it and becomes emotional with them.

Jojo has sold to us that The Heart Killers is a rom-com. What I think a lot of people forget is rom-com does not equal pure fluff, lovey-dovey moments and light-heartedness.

According to Oxford Dictionary of Literary terms (I can't believe I am resorting to checking the dictionary to make sure I'm not telling lies!) - romantic comedy is defined as "a general term for comedies that deal mainly with follies and misunderstandings of young lovers, in a light-hearted and happily concluded manner while usually avoids serious satire."

Recall some of the well-known Hollywood rom-com in the noughties and early 2000s (and I think @firstkanaphans touch on this on another asked - Hollywood no longer makes great (if any?) rom-com) including "10 Things I Hate About You", which THK is based on.

Others that come into mind include "She's all That", "How To Lose a Guy in 10 days", "Sweet Home Alabama", "50 First Dates", "Bridget Jones Diaries" and even the trashier (but still fun!) movies such as "Maid In Manhattan" (why yes, I have watched all of these in my teens/early 20s)

What all of the above have in common? - Fluffy, light-hearted & comedic scenes? - Yep! The leads fall madly in love? - Of course, its rom-com after all!

BUT, the listed movies all have misunderstandings and conflicts arising between the leads causing heart wrenching, emotional scenes before they reconcile and the leads having their happily ever after (even if the ending may be somehow unexpected - "50 First Dates" comes to mind - cause Lucy having to start her day daily watching the VHS tape that Henry makes for her; chronologically detailing their lives so far due to her permanent brain damage is still bittersweet despite Adam/Drew characters living happily together at the end with their young daughter!)

I also think a lot of us are having spill-over from Jojo (and FK) previous work of "Only Friends", which is definitely not rom-com. And a lot of us probably still have trauma (is that the right word?) from OF (I love OF cause of its different story telling and the actors gave it their all, but I am very much aware of its short-coming as well!)

Plus, Jojo is actually quite known for his comedic series (I think most of us know him from "Only Friends" or "Never Let Me Go"). If you have not checked it out, do give "The Warp Effect", "Mama Go Go" and "Dirty Laundry" a try!

So, anon, I don't think we have to worry (too much) - our 4 boys will sort themselves out (eventually). However, I suspect we are in for some episodes where it will be anxiety inducing (and us cursing Jojo) when we see our boys being all mopey/depressed.

[matchawrites-n-doodles]

To Give Back

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Chapter 1: The Spruce Blue Plush

Masterlist

Author’s note: I was going to turn this into a one shot but… I guess it’ll be a short series? I don’t know let’s just see how this goes. I have plenty of ideas on how this is going to be. I’m kind of winging it as well as planning some chapters. Hope you guys like it!

Also planet’s all made up and I don’t know what I’m doing. I just have this idea in mind and I cannot resist writing it. It has been a while since I did something like this. I’ll try my best to do more research so that I don’t fk up. But if I do, feel free to correct me.

Summary: It has been a year since you lost your friend and upon his wishes, you kept his armor in order to find his people to give back it to them and you got some secrets that will be unveiled to your new friend. (Sorry sucky summary but it’s the best I can do without spoiling the story)

Warnings: not much. Just fluff and even angst. Some violence. Mentions of blood.

Disclaimer: I do not own Disney or the Mandalorian or you just the story plot.

Words: 1,699

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You’ve only been on a planet for about week and luckily this day is just like any other day. Early in the morning where the air is usually cool and refreshing after a good night’s sleep.

Its multiracial citizens living their normal lives peacefully… in some days, but at least you’re able to rest easily while still alert for bounty hunters in case you know them or any other threats. As long as you keep your hood up and stay inconspicuous, it’ll be fine. It’s what the locals would tell you anyway. So far, there has been no problems.

You took a look at the town in front of you from your ship after checking what you need to stock for supplies. You’ve decided to leave the next morning after a well rested vacation and as much as you like it here, you felt that you shouldn’t stay too long.

With a satchel and your bag of credits by your side. Your hooded cloak on. Your staff set on your back, your blaster pistol holstered on your right leg. Your knife on your left hip. Your comfortable attire for easy movement. All hidden under your cloak with just your front slightly exposed. You feel all set to go.

Before closing the ramp of your ship, you took one more look at the closet that is next to your bed area on the right side. That feeling of melancholy starts to linger on your chest. You took a deep breath, head down. Your hands placed on your hip as you lean on your dominant side. You grunted, letting that feeling aside and started gliding down your ramp.

…

You took your time around the area, since that’s the reason why you came early and it’s where most vendors are open and there would be fresh produce and supplies at stock. Feeling the grumbling of your stomach, you settled on fresh fruit and your started heading to a fruit stand where a twi’lek sits behind. She gave you a smile, and you smiled back, looking down to look for your favorite fruits.

Paying the twi’lek, you smiled, thanking her before setting out to other vendors.

You enjoyed your little fruit snack until you spotted something at a different vendor that sells little trinkets, toys, and books. You hummed, eyes wandering all over the table and stopped, noticing a cute little handmade frog plush.

You picked it up, smiling at how cute it looks. Noticing the familiar spruce blue as it’s main color for the plush. You gave it a light squeeze, staring into the eyes as a thought floods your mind. You felt the sudden ache on your chest again.

The sound of tiny giggles snapped you out of your thoughts as your eyes trailed over from the plushy to a tiny green creature with large ears as big dark brown eyes stared at you with curiosity. Three little fingers reaching out to you. You felt your heart nearly leap out of your throat, startled at the sight before calming yourself, realizing that what you’re looking at is a little baby tucked inside a brown bag, all snuggled and safe, just a foot away from you.

As you look at its big brown eyes, you felt a small familiar connection to it and you crank your neck a little, tilting your head to the side, curious.

You find yourself smiling softly at the baby, gently whispering, “Hello.” Wiggling a finger at it, not planning to move any closer before a large gloved hand grabbed the little baby’s hand out of your reach and tucked it into the bag.

You jumped slightly at the sudden movement and your eyes met with a black t-shaped visor. Staring right into you, observing you. His tall stature feels as if he’s hovering over you but his body is facing the vendor and his head turned slightly as what seemed to be him glaring at you and your eyes would widen, realizing now that standing before you is a Mandalorian.

He stood tall, shoulders squared. His armor purely made from beskar from what you remembered to be the most toughest metal of the entire universe and… It rightfully belongs to his kind. Your mind remembering the armor that is sitting in your closet back at your ship.

You noticed how his hand is over the child, protectively as he stared down at you.

You obviously couldn’t tell what he’s thinking with that shiny helmet of his. Everyone should be afraid when one is at the presence of a mandalorian but… You couldn’t help but stare in awed.

You murmured ‘beautiful’ softly, accidentally in mando’a, only later held your tongue hoping he didn’t hear you but judging by how he reacted, he for sure did. He only stared at you still.

You felt flustered, quickly setting down the plushy only for it to fall over. You bend over to grab it from the floor and bumped your head under the table with a loud thunk. All that happened in a matter of seconds.

“Dank farrik!!” You whispered yelled, rubbing your head. You carefully stood up, minding your head this time and then using the table to lift yourself up. Placing the frog on the table again and making sure it stays.

You looked at older lady in front of you, nodding your head to apologize while she softly asked if you were okay. You felt the heat radiate from the tip of your ears from embarrassment. How are you even still here?!

You glanced back at the Mandalorian, seeing that he’s still looking at you, only you noticed how his head tilt to the side, sort of mocking you in a way before focusing on the items in front of him. You pouted at his reaction. Your eye trailed to the items in front of him. It looks like he’s also looking at the different color variety of frog plushies.

You look back down at the child, noticing how the little one is still reaching for the plushy that you were holding. You assumed that that’s why they’re here, standing pretty awkwardly in front of the vendor.

You figured maybe the lil babe wanted the one you were touching. You lightly squeezed the plushy. You actually wanted the plushy for yourself because of personal reasons but seeing that it’s the only one color, oddly enough, you decided to give it up.

You slowly slid the plushy to the Mandalorian’s side, smiling at the green baby, mumbling you can have it before turning around to head on your way. Just a few feet ahead, you paused for a moment before shaking your head.

…

It was getting close to night time and it was also starting to rain a bit so you hurried back to your ship so that you could put your goods away and enjoy the scenery in front of you.

At night, the town would light their lanterns and it would just look so beautiful even when it rains. It’s often that it would rain on this planet but tonight, it looks like it’s going to be pouring. You sighed, taking a one more look at the beautiful lit up town once more before closing the ramp.

As you reached for the button, you heard loud screams and blasters going off. The voices echoed throughout town. You whipped your head to the direction of the commotion.

Blindly grabbing your staff, feeling a bit uneasy. This is the first you’ve ever heard chaos unfold within the small, what used to be peaceful, town, in the week that you’ve stayed.

Luckily you had already dimmed the light of your ship’s interior so that you wouldn’t attract any attention. Your ship’s pretty hidden in the woods which is just behind the town, and people hardly go to the woods so you’re not too worried.

However, you felt a tug in your chest and worry begins to wash over you. Thinking back of the child and the Mandalorian. You didn’t really think much of it but it’s just something about them that draws you to them. Mainly towards the child by force but with the Mandalorian… Well, it’s much deeper.

You heard a child’s cry and whimper out in the distance and you turned your head, squinting your eyes as your noticed a very tiny figure hiding behind one of the houses. Holding closely what looks to be the same plushy from this morning. Your eyes widen. You grabbed your satchel and cloak, quickly putting it on.

You ran towards the child and when the child saw you, it whimpers and started running towards you with one hand reaching up to you.

“Little one! What are you doing out here by yourself?!” You shouted, concerned.

Your heart dropped when you noticed a trandoshan lurking in the shadows. Its eyes on its prey.

You gritted your teeth, “Get away from him!” You whip out your staff, as your snatched up the child, blocking the hunter’s attack. You kicked the lizard in the crotch, swinging your staff down with full force to knock him down.

The impact caused him to slam into the ground hard and as he was about to grab your leg, you slam the end of your staff to his scaly hand, causing him to yell in pain and spoke atrocities at you. Most likely calling you insults, so you swung your staff at his head once more to shut him up, knocking him out with the end of your staff again. Making sure he’s unconscious (maybe dead.) You huffed, leaning on the wall and placed your staff next to you. You looked down at the child.

“You okay?” You asked him, using your thumb to gently rub his hand. He cooed, grabbing your shirt for comfort, seemingly out of breath and scared. On his left, he holds the plushy that you left for him to take. He placed his left hand on your finger. You smiled, “Your dad must of gotten that for you. That’s good…”

Your brows furrowed, using your finger when you noticed dark splotches on the child’s rope. You gasped, realizing that it’s blood.

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Chapter 2: Safe Place

And that’s the end of chapter 1. Not bad so far. Hope you guys like it! Expect the next chapter maybe next week?

[sillysmileys]

All my SFM AUs: Info!

TWs will be above the respective story, in case you want to read about one AU but don't want to read about another; however, this post will have tags for all of the respective TWs. Pairings for each AU shall be posted separately, since some of them are a lil' wacky :-)

Trout Lilies. (SFM Good Ending)

Flower Kid slowly walked down the sidewalks, feeling dizzy out of their minds. They let out a cough, the streetlights dark and dim, the roads almost silent besides a car (that was definitely not following the speed limit, but FK was too out of it to judge at the moment.) speeding past. They raised their head, two bright headlights coming up next to them. The passenger window slowly road down, as coral hair slowly became visible. "Need a hand?" Nat said, smirking, "Or, a ride, in this case."

After the events of the Habitat, everyone must adapt back to their own lives. The story follows multiple Habiticans perspectives, and how they live their lives Post-Habitat. This will include multiple ships and pairings, however, most of them will be slowburns :-). Additionally, it will contain (mostly) hurt-comfort and fluff. The only OC who will receive much focus will be my Flower Kid OC; However, there is a different one every AU. One of my, if not the most, lighthearted au I have. Playing: House of Memories.

[TW: Death, Fake Self-Murk.] Calla Lilies. (SFM Bad Ending)

"A-Ahaha... the... the Doc just... just died..." Kamal said between sobs, "Can't... can't have shit in Wyoming." Local Self-Help Summer Camp: Forced to close down after gas leak. One casualty, Twenty-Three Alive. The one news replayed, over and over inside of FK's mind. One casualty, twenty-three alive. Nothing else could be done, FK repeated to themself over, and over, and over again. Dr. Habit was deranged, insane. Nothing else could be done. Nothing else could be done. NOTHING ELSE COULD BE DONE. They felt so, so guilty. Guilty that Kamal had to cover for them, guilty that Habit was dead, guilty, guilty, guilty, that they couldn't even tell the truth, and had to believe everyone else's assumption that the Doc was too unstable at that point, that he couldn't be saved, that after he came to terms with his ways, he thought that there was no other route for him but death. Yet... maybe Dr. Habit wasn't as dead as everyone thought.

This AU follows a much darker route; The bad ending of Smile for Me; Specifically, the 11/22 Collage Route :-). After Kamal and FK return from the Habitat, the rest of the Habiticans ask what happened. Or, try to. FK is still as quiet as ever, and Kamal bursts into tears whenever anyone tries to pry a single question out of him. In all, they just assume he jumped off the balcony himself, and FK and Kamal just happened to witness it. Two bright, orange eyes, gleam on from the shadows. Playing: Dumb Dumb. :-)

Water Lilies. (SFM The Habitat Rebooted)

It's been five years since the Habitat has been created. Five, whole years. Most of the old Habiticans have left the town by now, unable to look at it the same after so long. Well, almost all of the Habiticans. As "Flower Kid" drives on by, they stumble upon a poster flying in the distance. "THE HABITAT: A reopening." No. They can't go back there. They can't. That-- That place, took a toll on their mental health permanently. They can't. Yet-- Maybe it is a bit enticing. Run by Kamal, two co-owners involved... They were never treated for their past mental issues too, haven't they? And, plus... maybe they can finally end this horrible chapter in this life. Kamal definitely wouldn't recognize them by now, anyways. A beautiful flower's kisses died to the Ethylene; and the only survivor is a "LILI" left behind.

Water Lilies proceeds after the 'Neutral Ending'. It is an OC-Centered story, with 22 new Habiticans (That are still as weird as the previous ones), a very unstable Flower Kid, and some occasional cameos! It'll mostly feature a bunch of silly comforts and mostly hurt/comfort as well, and the occasional angst here and there. One of my least planned AUs, however, I am excited to begin writing it!! Playing: Bitter Choco Decoration. :-)

Lily of the Valley. (SFM Swap AU)

"Welcome 2 the Habitat! 4 all your happiness needs :v] I am Dr. Bora!" The PSA played on Music Kid's TV, as MK rolled on their side to avoid the sounds. Yet, eventually, they would have to wake up. Music Kid woke up inside of a... Paper Bed, taking a glance at the cello leaned up against the wall, the sunlight radiating down, providing a beautiful reflection on the instrument. At the door, had a weird kid, with a trench coat and green scarf. "OH HI! I mean, uhm, yo, you're that music kid right? Everyone's been talking about you." The kid said, putting their hands in their pockets, "You remember me right?"

Lilies of the Valley is a Smile for Me Swap AU, featuring all the habiticans slightly moved towards the right. While it does follow a (talkative) Music Kid, I tried to keep the elements of this story as similar to the canonical version, with my own little twists! Interpretations are very, very welcomed. Hope you like music theory! Playing: Candle Queen. :-)

[TW: A lot. Whatever you can think of, it's probably there.] Madonna Lilies. (SFM Beta Idea)

Yeowch, uhm, I'm not going to even give a sneak peek on this AU heh. I don't even know if I'll ever write a fanfiction on it, because the more I look at the script I have for it, the darker it becomes. Holy shit brain, what the fuck. Playing: Mesmerizer. :-)

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hi!

We have a lot of shared mutuals, and I also see you’re a fellow angst lover. ☺️

For the Drabble challenge, how about 19: I haven’t moved on

Thanks!

so i know i said that i'm done with the drabbles but there are two sitting in my inbox that got me all giddy to write so fk it

19: I haven't moved on | Drabble Event

✧ word count ➼ 591 ✧ notes ➼ post-war!levi, all hurt no comfort, i am in pain someone write me fluff :(

This world was cruel.

Although Levi couldn't deny that the world and society around him was currently moving in a direction of peace and prosperity, he couldn't get himself to accept this new, uneventful life. It wasn't that he missed the fighting or the deaths around him. He missed the people that used to be around him—those that had been forced to move on to the afterlife. On top of that, he especially missed your presence that brought him what little joy he allowed himself to experience.

It had been a year since the end of the Rumbling at this point. Levi had made it a habit to come to the docks of Marley that faced the direction of where Paradis Island was—his home, and where your body was laid to rest.

His mind wandered as he recalled the few good memories he let himself experience and they nearly all involved your presence. He remembered you dragging him out to the beach once it was finally safe enough to venture outside the walls, even though he provided more than enough resistance. He remembered you sneaking into his quarters or his tent during or after a failed expedition, needing that comfort over seeing so many of your comrades fall. He remembered you getting frustrated over trying to learn how to make his tea the way he does, but subtly chuckling to himself at how frazzled you found yourself to be over such a trivial thing.

He remembered holding your body as life faded from your eyes. He had knelt there for hours, desperately hoping that it was a dream that he would eventually wake up from—but it wasn't.

Are you watching? he thought to himself. Was it worth it? Was my survival worth it?

He clutched at a pendant in his hand that he had given you when you first began your relationship. He had to go off on an expedition without you and he gave it to you as a source of comfort while he was gone. Ironically, he was now the one that was desperate to draw comfort from it in your absence after having to take it off your body after you passed.

Are you—and the rest of the scouts that were sacrificed—watching?

Through his grief, guilt appeared. It wasn't just guilt over surviving while no one else did. He felt guilty because he knew that he was disappointing you by bathing in his own misery. He was alone and he couldn't find a way to let go. He didn't want to let go and he knew that would be breaking your heart if you really were watching.

Everything hurt. His physical wounds had long healed, but with every passing day, he felt like any emotional wounds that began healing simply began to open again. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to move. It hurt to think. It hurt to feel.

He looked up at the sky with an empty look in his eyes as he twirled the pendent around in his left hand. He let out a shaky exhale as he felt that heavy feeling in his heart expand into his stomach before radiating into the rest of his body.

He whispered underneath his breath, hoping that in you'd hear it from wherever you were.

"I haven't moved on."

He looked down towards the ground, feeling an unbearable pressure within him that made him want to explode.

I can't move on—not from these fading memories of you by my side.

A/N: my heart hurts. tagging @chaotic-on-main for cheering me on as i was sad from writing this

[kevin-the-bruyne]

trying to finish up my 'quick' (its now over 1200 words dear lord) FK valentine's fic and literally just uttered out a real life 'uggghhh' aldjsahfjh because they have SO many feelings.

And the scene I was writing:

As much as he loves being close to First, as much as he loves knowing that First isn’t unaffected by him, Khaotung feels a little bit of relief when they finally turn the corner of his street. He doesn’t want to be pessimistic, but the time to find out whether First could ever feel the same way about him isn’t now. Khaotung is ready for the night to end and to add today into his hoard of precious memories with First, the one he’s sure will be enough to last the rest of his life. There’s so much, First loves him so much, in his own way, of course there will be enough.

its fluff!!! its fluff!!!! chill the fuck out my bros!!!!!!!!!

[alyjojo]

August 🥵 2024 Monthly - Scorpio

Preshuffle: You’re getting a closer look and a new perspective regarding someone who doesn’t tend to follow through with things - and why - which may be different to your assumptions or things you’ve heard. Probably family, maybe a romantic partner, because 10 Cups is where you want to move towards.

Meditation: I’m seeing someone in a basement, full of tiny little metal pieces, in tiny little metal boxes on shelves. Could be tools, nuts & bolts 🔩 but one person is taking out each thing and dusting everything off, just to put it back, and the other person is sighing and smacking their head with their palm, exasperated with this whole process. Like why are we even keeping this stuff?

Main energy: 6 Wands

Victory! A relationship in your life is getting a fresh wind blown into it after what feels like a near ending. You’re in the car about to tell this person to fk off forever, but you don’t actually do it, and there’s a reunion here - that’s the success. Could be any kind of relationship, romantic or otherwise, they’re showing up as a companion. Someone close to you. If not the relationship as a whole, then some aspect of it isn’t working out, you can’t continue in the way you would’ve - which would be to let something go. You’re stuck with something, or someone, but it could turn out to be a good thing. Every Oracle here is positive 💜

What’s going on in August:

Page of Wands rev:

Someone is acting dramatically this month, when they probably usually don’t. Or at least, Queen of Pentacles doesn’t tend to act in this way as a rule, maybe yours does idk. At the bottom shows some emotional dramatics, this person is DONE with something or other, letting it go forever. Are they? No. They’re just mad about something and don’t intend to go through with whatever they’re planning on releasing. Could be a job, someone popping off at the mouth they’re never going back. They will, because they have to. Could be a friendship or something too, I’m not seeing conflict but that could be past stuff. Currently they’re not going anywhere and it’s all fluff.

4 Pentacles rev:

DONE FOREVER. Never coming back. Until like, maybe tomorrow. Just kidding, the beginning shows this has been going on for a while which is what’s brought it to this point. People don’t usually act out for no reason, so someone will reach their bs max this month and pop off at the mouth, probably without thinking. They’re never coming back to work again, they’re going to tell this guy what for and get the whole company in trouble, they’re gonna do xyz…no, they’re not, but you can be supportive anyway. Or just vent, if this is you. Someone *has* had about enough of something and does deserve to be acknowledged for that at least, even if it’s your person venting about work. Let them vent.

The Moon rev:

In someone’s anger or venting communication, you’re going to learn a lot about how they really feel. Could be towards you, maybe an ex you’re dealing with or some kind of home/family situation that’s been pretty unstable. Or this is/was your ex, makes sense because there’s a reconnection shown. Or a friend is going back to their ex and venting to you. I’m seeing two situations - one, a couple that has an ex lingering around that has to be dealt with (kids maybe); or two, a friend that’s venting to you or you to them - well-intentioned support coming from the other person that kinda knows they’re full of shit but loves them/you anyway. Or any variation of those, maybe all of it combined for someone. The clarity this brings through, is like a massive breakthrough where there was stagnation, and Spirit wants you to focus on that as a positive thing because it is. You may learn things you otherwise wouldn’t have learned, which helps you understand someone you care a lot about.

6 Swords rev:

You or they are returning to the thing that was sworn wouldn’t be returned to, because whatever was blocking this is going to be removed. Could be a situation with where you/they live, it’s been unstable. I’m seeing two people pick up and move houses, it doesn’t work out, and they come right back. This could be visiting friends too, some could live out of state. Or you do. This person doesn’t tend to do the things they say, or you’re used to them going off the rails when they’re talking about the world, but they’re actually pretty logical. There’s strong Sag/Cap here, a lot of bark and very little bite. Not that they couldn’t, they just don’t. I don’t get this being an issue for you, you’re happy about it. Or someone is.

The Chariot rev:

So there’s a return, but no follow-up or no action taken initially. You have cards of victory and reconciling, but the issue itself isn’t addressed or worked on. Temperance clarifies as being patient, taking your time, neither of you are coming at this from a hard or direct position, drawing boundaries and giving ultimatums - rather taking it one day at a time and seeing where it goes. New Day is a positive omen for this situation and it looks like things will be moving in a more positive direction after this blip on the radar. Could be a big blip idk, but it’s ultimately positive.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Capricorn, Aquarius, Cancer, Libra & Sagittarius

Oracle: ✨

11 New Day ☀️

A new day enables us to see in a brand new light. As can see more clearly once the shadows of fear and doubt are cleared away by the light of creation. Once the initial shock of discovering the duality in a situation has worn off, you can find comfort that there truly is no bad or good. It just is. When this is realized, the possibilities for the outcome of a situation become endless. This card also advises to wait. Everything regarding this situation has yet to unfold.

Venus Virgo - Discrimination 🤨

Moon Libra - Companionship 🤝

These may be signs either of you have or the message they bring. It’s very cut and dry with these two energies, you feel a genuine connection to someone else, you care for them and enjoy the time you spend together. But you’re also looking over things with a fine-tooth comb, observing, quietly noting details and probably working on the things you know you can work on - outside of their stuff. You may be offering to do favors or help out, making yourself available and giving good advice, because you care. Or that’s switched. For now that’s all it is, with the potential to move towards other things if that’s what it’s going to do, depends if it’s romantic or not.

We enter into August as:

The Emerald Stone 🧩

“The heart knows what the eyes cannot see.”

There are times when things happen to us and no explanation is possible. Often our journey brings us full circle, leaving many of us to wonder why. The Emerald Stone is inviting you to follow through in whatever is before you. Going back is not an option. Forward movement will change your entire perspective on life - for the better. You may now be able to hear something that you have been told many times. Your reward will be a closer relationship with yourself. If Emerald Stone sparkles for you, it is with the understanding that you are now developing a new perception of things. The Stone welcomes you out of the dark and into your heart.

What is to be learned in August:

The Lilac Key 🔑

“The last thing out of Pandora’s Box was hope.”

Change is coming. It is imminent and cannot be avoided. The desire to run from this situation is tempting. However this is a necessary challenge for you. You are going through the labor pains of birth. This may indicate a painful divorce or partnership ending bitterly. In all situations it represents a death of an old way of living, thinking, and surviving. Lilac Key appears when mere survival is not enough for you. Your will to live is what is forcing the change. It is a change of consciousness, which in turn will lead to a balance of harmony in all areas of your life. Cleaning up the past is a process that is often painful; yet hope and joy are the after effects. Remember, once the key has been used to open the door, once you have entered this new consciousness, you cannot go back. You will be left with a new way of living, one without keys - for where you are heading there is no need for locks 🔒

Purple may be a lucky color 💜

[onsunnyside]

I don’t know who this would be but it’s just so hngg 💦🥵😫

I mean fk ari for sure

if he's feeling silly 🤭 he'll make a show of lifting anything heavy (ehem... moving boxes), taking off his flannel, stretching his arms, and making those soft deep grunts 😳 but any other time (mayhaps you found a cute porch dining set at the thrift store) he lifts it with ease, muscles straining against his tight t-shirt, almost tearing the seams and walks off, turning around when he doesn't hear you behind him, "what are ya doing, sugar? let's go home."

[oonajaeadira]

State of the WIP Address

COMPLETED THIS WEEK February 12 : graceful | volcano | blanket – Fire Meet Gasoline February 13 : choice | snuggling | furry – Jack Daniels

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REPORT

Whoops so Monday was a big event for work and I spent a lot of the week dealing with its fallout [affectionate]. And the SO was feeling ick with food poisoning so there was more movie watching than writing. But at least two fluffs went out!!

I got some good news this week in that my summer is going to be a little less stressful this year than most and I'll have more free time. I question whether or not I'll actually be able to write though. Time has been strange with me lately. I seem to have more of it, but then it gets pulled into other things and evaporates much quicker. Bit odd, actually. I'm checking it out; may need to do some repair on the will/psyche. There seems to be a gear loose.

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STATE OF THE WIPS

Fluffbruary Oh, I'm not even half done. Am I gonna finish them even though it's no longer February? Fk yes I am. Do what you want forever.

Leave Off Your Wandering: Winter I really thought that winter would put me in the mood to write this except...winter didn't really come this year! But no worries. I'm still gonna write it.

Modern dom!Pero Working on it. It's been so long since I've gotten to touch it that I'll probably bog myself down with a reread and completely edit/rehash it. Don't think anyone cares anymore, but I'm gonna do it for me.

Alpha!Javi Ditto.

Losing My Religion Oh my gods I have been floundering with this plot for like two years. I've known what the next chapter has in store, but tbh, I wasn't quite sure why it was going to happen or what it was going to bring us to next, especially since Chapter 13 kind of jumped up and surprised me. But I have an ending now and something to work toward. So someday, friends. Someday. Your patience is appreciated.

GTTT PATS Ditto.