#give me a cuddle

[liloslittlethings]

when liam was still adjusting to louis' physical affection

[timethehobo]

Want to cup his cute lil face.

[clouvu]

It's been one of those weeks, pass the yuri‼️

[diamondzart]

Two goofy ahh muppets cuddling

[miammey]

Treatment plan: Tuskpir

[starflungwaddledee]

time flies when you're feeling loved. happy birthday, bandee! [x]

[chrissy-kaos]

Soo umm, who's.. down for cuddles 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[danidoodels]

no Tim it wont go away- no, its not just pollen you gotta tell someone-TIM NOO-

[liloslittlethings]

louis finding liam to give him a hug

(via Honda Civic Commercial behind the scenes part 1)

[fruitytboy]

I need a pair of booty shorts that say "emotional support dog" on the back

[tategaminu]

My vision for Zym in Arc 3

I gave him more features from Zubeia than Avizandum since I love boys looking like their mamas, I hc he will look more like his father as he grows but will mostly be on Zubeia's side (guess he will get the Santa beard as well at some point). I suppose he won't be extremely big in the third arc since Archdragons live a lot and are very very big so their growth may be slow? he will only be 9 after all. Adult Archdragons have reptilian eyes while Arc 2 Zym has sparkly anime eyes, so I guess they will morph into more reptilian as time passes, tried to do a combination here.

[lazy30]

Day 7 : springtime revival/healing

Rivals Duo prompt week

Thank you @simplepotatofarmer for making this prompt! 🙌 Seeing all artists here is so amazing! :D

I'm so sorry I can't make it all days and like super late too ;-; but maybe just maybe if you make another prompt like this in the future I will join again and doing my best 👉👈

If you wanna see the speed paint for this hehe 👉👈

[orangeheliophile]

Is my love enough?...

Cw: some cursing, fem!Atreides reader, arranged marriage, one-sided love, angst, bittersweet fluff, Feyd is head over heels for you.

Feyd has always hated physical touch. The kind of intimacy that one would share with their lovers. He felt himself shiver in disgust at the thought of being emotionally intimate with anyone or anything, really.

He never allowed his harpies/concubines to caress him in a soft and domestic way. It made his stomach churn, and he always threatened to slit their throats if their hands lingered for even a second too long.

He never wanted to be hugged by his brother and certainly didn't want any sort of touch coming from his uncle.

Sure, he would play with the slave warriors in the arena, and he let the servants apply paint onto his skin before every match. But he didn't tolerate any of that romantic intimacy.

Feyd-Rautha did not need to be vulnerable with anybody.

That was, until he met you; his arranged wife and daughter of Leto Atreides. You completely fucking bewitched him.

You were the sweetest thing he's ever met. Shy, a bit awkward and with a kindness he's never seen on other people. But you were not a delicate flower. You've been through many things. You were fierce when you wanted to be, yet decided to stay kind.

You had a weirdness to you that you only ever expressed when you were with your family; a weirdness that only ever came out with the people you trust and love. He was, unfortunately, not one of those people.

He only saw glimpses of your personalities, a small crack of light in the many walls you've built to protect yourself. He never knew that he would soon be the one to desperately want to see you. The real, true, and beautiful version of you and not just the quiet, nervous, and grieving version that is shown in the Harkonnen palace.

It made his heart squeeze, and his stomach churn. He absolutely loathed the thought of you being terrified and depressed. Yet it made his heart and stomach drop at the thought of himself being the cause of your miseries.

Yet the tension was still strong between you, and you didn't dare speak a word in fear of upsetting your arranged husband.

Of course, being arranged husband and wife, you had to display little acts of affection to prove that your marriage wasn't weak or easily broken. From time to time, you would hesitantly squeeze his hand and place a small, shaky kiss on his cheek; hoping this would satisfy the public and wouldn't make your arranged husband want to slit your throat.

Feyd-Rautha never thought he would completely melt to such small acts of affection.

Every small kiss, hand brushed against yours, every moment where you would lock eyes-Feyd could feel his heart beating a little faster as his lips would part in a silent hitch of his breath.

Over time, he believed he wouldn't be able to take it anymore; Feyd needed to experience the soft, sweet touch of your hand caressing his face, the honey-like taste of your lips against his and the warmth of your body tangled in his own-

And it wasn't just the physical touch, either. He longed to have silly conversations with you and to hear the music of your laughter dancing like a melody in his ears. He wanted to see your bright, warm smile shining when you saw him; he wanted to learn every habit and detail you had and write gospels about it and put them into the Harkonnen history and culture.

He fucking hated the fact that you both slept in separate bedrooms. The only reason he allowed it was because he valued your privacy; but that didn't mean he wanted to break through those doors and hold you in his embrace until he couldn't anymore.

You were the only thing that would plague his mind every second of the day and entirety of the night. He only cared about you; you and you only.

Feyd-Rautha would dream of you, dreams that would feel that they could make ones heart burst with light and love. He soon dedicated every kill to you; a promise that he would return to you safe and whole no matter if he fought a slave warrior or a soldier.

You were praised and worshiped without even knowing it.

You had him completely wrapped around your beautiful finger, yet it was almost laughable of how you didn't seem to notice-or care, in fact.

You still feared the Harkonnens, even your betrothed husband. And you had every right to, Feyd was not delusional. Yet, that didn't mean he didn't feel his heart being stabbed every time you scurried in the opposite direction whenever you caught a glimpse of him.

Feyd-Rautha believed he was falling completely in love with you, everything about you. Soul, body, mind, and all. He would kill for you. He would kill himself if he even thought of laying a finger on you. Yet you still feared him and were too deep into your sorrows to realize this.

But that was alright, he didn't mind waiting. Even if his mind and heart were practically screaming at him to tell you what he truly felt about you, but sadly, he would have to wait. He hated waiting.

But for you? He would wait an eternity. He would wait and count all the stars and the planets as his love grew for you every moment of the day and night. So that when you finally opened your heart, he could overwhelm you with the infinite love he had for you.

Perhaps Feyd-Rautha's love for you would be enough for the both of you. And that would be alright.

Every waking moment, he feels like he will die if you do not tell him you love him back.

[padsmoony04]

BOOM SHAKA LAKAAAA!!!!

Raw. To the point I'm melting. To the point that my soul is about to levitate and leave my body. every day, every night, for the 365 days of the year. Next question.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I take back my former Luo Binghe design. Big Buff Binghe is too standard. It's expected. The sillier angle to take is: manifesting his small, needy dog energy into physical form.

[liloslittlethings]

lilo hug at the last show (multiple angles)

(otra sheffield 10/31/15)