#fluff drawing prompts

[isjasz]

[Day 96]

Together they become GUY!!

(Context: On the stream yesterday they were joking about just combining into one player for decked out LOL)

(And Hermittober: Day 1 Frost ❄️)

[ministarfruit]

day 2: please be gentle ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[thelilfae]

helping a big ol lizard guy with his wounds~ 🩹

this is ambrose!! still writing him but hes a woodland hunter-scout type character- very soft & attentive <3 he thinks daisy is very cute also which is why he's embarrassed ehehe >:3c

[2-dsimp]

I was obsessing over your OCs again, and just had a thought pop into my head-

What if we started referring to Miki as 'hubby'? Or like our 'work hubby'?

I can imagine Miki walking past the officer's coffee station or like water station (idk, I don't work in a office setting. ;-;) and over hears us talking to some co-workers and refers to Miki as their work hubby just super casually. Like it's a norm for them to do so.

Make it even more interesting if we never refer to him as our work hubby to his face. owo

Cw: fem! Reader/ slight angst lmao

That’s the sound of Miki’s hopes and dreams being crushed by his very own work wifey. He’d be sulking like a sad sea dog for days and think that you all of a sudden don’t like him. Because you can’t admit that you call him work husband on the side.

[orobty]

Let them be sofftttt

[suzyandthefox]

G/t Content I found on Instagram

Artist is Mr.FishCorpse on Instagram

Warning the Volume is Loud

[tectonicatomic]

Just a little smooch between spouses🫰

[prettymediocrewizard]

ahh.... these guys (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[theoldoor]

commission so good you make fanart outta it BRO

aventurine is literally my art meth cuz wtf do u mean I DID THIS IN 10 MINUTES???

i gotta wait until the comm actually finishes cuz this is done based on the almost finalized version AND IM ALREADY GIDDIED UP AS HELL AAAAUUHHH

domestic vashrir/avenrir save me…. domestic avenrir….. oooooohhuhuhuhuhhh

(ART COMMISSION FROM LAKE19907 ON TWT/TIKTOK PLS GO COMM THEM THEYRE THE SWEETEST RAAGGGH)

Fenrir is the domestic guy. Awfully domestic that is - IP3 honorary member LMFAO

I just like to think the four flock to Aventurine’s house sometimes to have a little dinner together. More often when Fenrir comes around cuz yk how that man values quality time together. Well, he’d be the orchestrator of the cooking part - or just the only one who cooks. Aventurine will prepare the plates and cutleries + drinks while Topaz takes care of the dessert. Dr Ratio? He’ll clean the room and the table. Everyone has a role… omgfmgmg domestic IP3… im sicCCCKKKK

A little mishap happens once in a while, like this time Fenrir flipped the egg and forgot to catch it and yk who always clean up his shit. hell yea dr ratio ure the goat.

(fenrir got a beating afterwards)

[narusasuart]

Warm and soft

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 6 - Chrysanthemums

New floral bedspread

If you'd like to support my BAWKtobering by buying a commission or a treat for my spoiled, spoiled chickens, all my links are in my pinned- *i am immediately mobbed by a flock of chickens and dragged off stage in a cloud of feathers*

[puddingforg]

I know i said I was drawing requests but I started doing this before that so yk just take it

This is my official first post I hope y’all like it!

Anyways I present you my children :))

[entomolog-t]

Sals pet spider. I'm scared of spiders. But this is the exception.

BETTY!!!

She's such a sweet little lady!!

[milf-harrington]

29. putting ear over their heart, for steddie 💕

please enjoy some domestic fluff w the barest sprinkling of angst (like a tiny smidgen, barely a paragraph)

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The apartment was quiet when Steve got in, back from lunch with Robin down at the cafe by her university.

It wasn't the kind of quiet Steve was used to, the kind that lurked in empty hallways. A dreadful, empty sort of quiet that sunk into your bones like water in the lungs of someone drowning.

This was a new sort of quiet: radio playing on the kitchen windowsill, the window by the couch left open with Eddie's ashtray tucked next to the cord for the blinds. Music and voices and engines from the street wafted in on the breeze, immediately dampened when Steve reached up and pulled the window back down with a thud.

It was a lived in sort of quiet. An Eddie's-either-not-home-or-he's-asleep-somewhere quiet.

Considering the window had been left open, Steve was betting on the asleep somewhere option.

Trying to stay quiet, Steve headed down the short hallway and pushed open their bedroom door. The blinds were open, and the bed was half made, the pillows left piled to one side with their cases folded on top like Eddie'd gotten distracted halfway through.

Steve snorted, fond, and stepped back into the hallway.

Their apartment wasn't big- two small bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen/living room combination with enough space for a dining table in between - so it wouldn't be hard to track his boyfriend down.

And it wasn't, Steve found him in the second-bedroom-turned-"office", stretched out in a sunbeam, like one of the stray cats he insisted on feeding.

He had one arm sorta stretched above his head, the other resting on his tummy as he snored into his armpit, guitar and notebook discarded to the side. The vacuum was in there too, and Steve had to step over it to get inside the room.

Apparently, Eddie had made a valiant attempt at cleaning while he'd been gone.

The thing is, when Eddie cleaned, he had to make a whole thing of it- turn it into one of his roleplaying games, with outfits and silly voices, or else he'd never actually get it done.

His usual version of a cleaning costume was to just keep his hair out of his face with a headband made out of a bandanna, folded into the cliched little triangle and all, and a long sleeved shirt so he could dramatically roll up his sleeves.

Today, he'd gone as far as to put on an old apron he'd accidentally stolen from a past job working at a deli. The duster he'd shoved in the front pocket was dangerously close to slipping out, only kept in place by the angle of Eddie's hip.

The thing is- Eddie was, like, a really deep sleeper. And he didn't tend to move much. And he was sort of just lying there, bandanna wrapped around the top of his head, hair splayed out under him, head tilted just enough to show off the long-healed scars in his cheek. And Steve was, much to his own dismay, a worrier.

And it had been a good 3 years since the spring of '86, and he could literally see Eddie's stomach rising and falling with each breath but-

But.

Feeling ridiculous, but knowing he'd just get more and more anxious until it became an actual problem, Steve sighed and carefully lowered himself into a crouch. He reached out, intending to shake Eddie awake, just to make sure he would, but paused as his fingers brushed fabric.

If he'd fallen asleep in the middle of the day, on the floor no less, then he probably needed it.

So, sticking his tongue out in a habit he'd definitely gotten from the man sleeping on the floor right now, Steve carefully moved the duster and the arm laying over Eddie's tummy and threw a leg over his hips.

He knee-walked backwards until he was hovering over his thighs instead, and then carefully laid down on top of him, turning his head so his ear was pressed against Eddie's sternum.

It took a second to settle, for the sound of shifting fabric to stop and then-

thu-thump. thu-thump. thu-thump.

He laid there for a little longer, just listening, just checking, until sun-warmed arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. Steve didn't know if Eddie was fully awake, but he didn't say anything about waking up to Steve on top of him.

Instead he let out a long, pleased sigh. Dug his fingers into Steve's hair and gently scratched his scalp, movements slow and sleepy.

In a few minutes, Steve would sit up and ask Eddie what he was doing napping on the floor and Eddie will explain that he'd been cleaning, and then he'd gotten an idea for a song and he didn't want to forget it.

Then they'd get up, Steve hauling his boyfriend off the floor with dramatic grunts and groans like men twice their age, and finish cleaning the apartment together.

But for now, Steve just settled in a little more comfortably, listening to Eddie's heart beat.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 100

one-fuckin-hundred! Let's go!

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[high-sixing]

Prompt 2 for @5summersofstancest be here: Making a Home.

I seem to be on a Post-Canon roll this year. Stan and Ford decking out the Stan O’ War 2 to set sail: loading cargo, unpacking boxes, filling out their shelves.

Just one small problem… bed positions.

An easy fix though.