#fluffy a z

[golswia]

Serpent’s Love

[fluffylord]

not a single decent thought inside my head

[arkolovesgoku]

i’m in love with orange jacket Goku

[pandamonyum]

Official Art | Reverse 1999 x Discovery Collab

via: Yatagarasu_Meru on twitter

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OH SHI-

[m1ssunderstanding]

Biggest DA on the Teeniest Little Guy

The Tortured Boy Band Member Society

Model Wife Energy

Hare Krishna to your Pussy

Johnathan Van Ness-> Jesus -> Rasputin Pipeline

Commercially Flopping, Spiritually Ascending

Fluffy Cunty Cutie

DILF

Antique Gen Z

[4townlove]

4⭐Town Moments that make you fall in love him even more.....

Robaire spotting you hunched over your desk working at your laptop, your mind obviously buzzing with your genius as you get work done. You'd come over earlier since, according to you, his inspiration inspires you to work harder but youve been sat there for hours with the same slight frustration on your face. Smirking, Robaire sneaks up behind you and presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, laughing warmly when you jump in surprise and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, a pleasant and loving distraction....

Jesse waiting restlessly for you at a local cafe for brunch, his leg bouncing under the table and his bright eyes narrow as they scan the street back and forth. When he sees you in the crowd, your bright smile and glowing delight to see him too, he stands quickly and embraces you with all the brilliant warmth of his love. it is as if the sun is shining brighter now that you're here, and as you eat, he can't take his eyes away from yours, nor let go of your hand or shake the smile blossoming across his face...

Taeyoung holding your hand as tightly as you hold his, both of you shoulder to shoulder as inch reluctantly through a haunted house together. youre about halfway through when you share a look of mutual regret, only to be scared out of your minds when a worker dressed as a giant zombified grizzly bear jumps out of the shadows. your heart is racing but when you finally stumble out the otherside of the house, still clinging to Taeyoungs hand, you both burst into peals of laughter at how terrified you were and the thrill of it seemed to glue you even closer together...

Aaron T beaming with pride as he presents you with a giant studio lined with huge white canvases and in the centre beside him is a kids pool filled with balloons filled with paint. you grin at his enthusiasm and idea about spending the afternoon making abstract splatter paint, but when his back is turned, to pick up a balloon aim and throw it intime for an explosion of yellow paint to erupt on his shoulder and the curve of his neck. for a moment he's stunned into silence, but then he beams, grabs three paint balls and chasing a now screaming you around the studio, both of you launching balloons at each other and shrieking with laughter as the room blooms with color...

Aaron Z sitting beside you beneath a near perfectly filled moon on the beach. its midnight, and besides you both on the shore, there is no one and nothing around besides thw sky, the moon and stars, the cool sand and the ever crashing waves of foamy ocean that pulls away just before your feet. it doesnt take long for you to sigh with contentment and rest your head on his sturdy shoulder, and feeling you rest against him, Z grins a blush to himself before leaning his head against yours, watching the perfect night with you pass in gentle peace.....

[bigfan1811]

this pic goes so hard

[marvelobsessed134]

Rizz you up (Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader)

Summary: at a party sitting with the Young Avengers, America bets that Kate doesn’t have rizz. And the archer wants to prove her wrong.

A funny fic that’s also really cute lol

“I guarantee you don’t have any rizz. Girl, when was the last time you had a girlfriend?” America asked, taking a sip of her Fanta. They were all sitting at one of the couches in the Avengers Compound. Tony decided to host a party to celebrate the formation of the new team. They were the center of attention.

“I do too ‘have rizz’ which, by the way is really cringey, Chavez.” Kate replied.

“No because she’s right. You get no play whatsoever.” Kamala butted in. The raven haired girl rolled her eyes, “Shut up, Kamala! I can get play. I can smooth talk my way into any girls’ pants.”

“Then prove it,” America said as she leaned back on the couch, a smug smile adorning her face. “Fine.” Kate rolled her eyes and then searched the room. Her eyes landed on you. Your short red dress and hair flowing over your left shoulder.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off you as she walked up to you, straightening her suit. You were just leaning against the bar, sipping a virgin margarita. She couldn’t help but admire the way the dress shaped your ass.

Kate licked her lips before clearing her throat behind you. You turned to see the archer. She looked very attractive in her black suit. “Kate Bishop. What an honor to meet you.” You gushed as you held out your hand. She shook it with a smile.

“Thank you. Can I ask what a pretty thing like you is doing at a bar all by herself?” Your cheeks were a light shade of pink when the words came out of her mouth. “Well, I somehow got invited to an Avengers party and now I’m here. I don’t have anyone to go with so I just went by myself. I don’t even know why I did.” You explained.

“Well then, I’m glad I found you.” She said before sitting in the stool next to you. You sat down as well. “Say, what’s your name, pretty girl?”

“Y/n.”

“What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.” Her voice was lower as her eyes raked over your body making you shiver. Her hand went on your bare thigh right below the hem of your dress.

“How about we go on a date sometime, huh?” She asked.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Kate Bishop.” You responded. The two of you exchanged numbers and before she left to go back to her team, she grabbed your hand and brought it to her lips, the action making you blush even more.

After you said goodbye since it was getting late, she decided last minute to walk you out to make sure you were safe. She draped your white furry coat over your shoulders before walking you out to your car.

After you drove away, she walked back inside to her team and sat down on the couch with a smug look on her face. “I clearly have rizz, so your welcome. And thank you for getting me a hot woman to take out.” She said while the rest of the Young Avengers’ jaws hung open.

[lowcallyfruity]

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[vattendrag]

Used my rainbow pen for the first time and I'm already obsessed

[imperfectercell]

I love the fluffy Cell design!! May we see more of it

For you, my little friend

[zylphiacrowley]

Game status: fixed! Tail status: restored! (thank you to the exceptionally kind Lia! ♥)

Now I just wait for his fangs to come back and he's p much back to normal.

[favuya]

Yamcha and Puar

[gatheredfates]

60. In Sync/Wordless Conversations

101 quick fluffy/soft/comfort prompts for brief fic snippets. I'm so sorry I intended for this to be fluffy but it IS my Thirteenth verse soooooooooo.

No matter what ruin comes of us. When I'm gone, promise me. Promise me when you sleep, when you dream of me, it'll be in colours of white.

There was a wreath of pearls in her hair. He noticed them like he noticed her, inoffensive and unobtrusive, daring to not make a spectacle as she lingered at the edges of the court, away from eyes like carrion birds overseeing a bloody affair. He watched the way she watched intently, encouraging smiles and polite handwaves as she ushered the other ladies to their entourages. She knew, as he knew, as they all knew, their place in the world.

A castle on the cliffs. A blasé ballroom. Piano keys struck as effortlessly as claws in skin, a tempo-count to the screams of the proletariat murdered beneath their barricades — a mercy granted to my chosen, their lord declared.

Here was the only place he saw white. The rest was a mash of purple-black stretching across the sky like a bruise, a pox of void that blotted the last few places of light. Infectious, it chased him from distant courts over shores and shelters; gorging, devouring, decimating until there was nothing left, and it hungered still.

The lord kept him because he was useful. He kept her because she was pretty.

He wondered if the pearls were plucked from maggots feasting on sticky oysters, an irony of value as desperate fisherman gnashed on the slime. Worthless as the gil that slipped between their bony fingers while snatched at chunks of bread. The lord knew how low they'd stoop — how little he'd have to offer before the pin-pricks of void in their pupils cannibalised them from the inside. A little waste for everything he wanted.

He laced them tenderly upon a crown of white-blonde hair. An offering. A dozen little souls chained in silk, so arrogant as to be loosely tied, priceless and worthless in the same breath.

'I can be frivolous,' it seemed to say. 'I can be apocalyptic.'

The boy didn't know his hunger then, mistaking it for foolishness. It was when his hand closed around her wrist and tugged her back from the crowd, when she jumped and tried to speak his name, when he silenced her with a finger to his lips. He knew he wanted her. He wanted her hands, her hair and her skin beneath his fingers. He wanted to know her, to love her. Devour her, pearlescent and magnificent in the white.

In the light.

He pulled her gently towards the door. Aryele turned her head, pale blue surveying the ballroom for just a moment, before her hand squeezed his. She looked to him, the expectation of her station abandoned for just a little while — the horrors of their pantomime discarded — and she grinned.

Lady turned memoriate. Pianist to murderer.

He grinned back, amber eyes crinkling in the corners.

No one noticed, no one cared, to watch them run. Only the lord residing over a dollhouse of doom, far too preoccupied with the dance — dead before he died. The first voidsent before the fall.

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Onesie swap :3