#he just don’t like cuddles

[birdy-reblog]

@taking-the-time-to-do-this

[its-haughty]

“I'll kill every one of you who killed Kanna…!!”

(my sorry ass could NOT stop thinking about them and all i can muster is a sketch turned lazily rendered doodle whoops)

[wispscribbles]

Just gotta say I’m absolutely delighted you don’t give ghost chiseled ass abs, that man needs all the strength he can get and the meat on his bones feels much more realistic/healthy than him having vanity esc muscles :)

Manifesting your days are well!! <3

Big. Big man. Mountain to climb :)

Hope your days are well, too! Thank you <3

[mangostahiti]

[theborzoiarebackintown]

Lest anyone forget Mr Charles

[i-never-forgot]

Me, remembering that Grovyle takes the hit for Hero when Dusknoir attacks them at the temple but you don’t really understand why until Darkrai reveals later that you taking his attack to protect Grovyle was what caused you to be separated and to lose your memories of him in the first place:

[ancientpersacom]

Supergiant games depiction of Achilles somehow heals my mummy issues.

That’s a whole grown man why is he healing my MUMMY issues?

[sejarcus-archive]

Headcanon Marcus has to wear glasses sometimes, and whenever he does, Sejanus can’t stop staring at him with hearts in his eyes

[goodtimeswithollie]

Guys I do get that Jack does give off twink energy but that doesn’t mean we have to be stereotypical with it ☹️

[thidwicktails]

Daily positive:

My dog ✨

[its-still-shrub]

I don’t wanna be sick anymore, please?

[gravedigest]

Vaguely in the realm of HNMT.

2BDad things.

Thunderstorm trope.

“Dooooc?”

Sleep is hard to come by, harder to keep ahold of, hardest to let go. In that hazy state, he doesn’t know what’s pulling him away from the sweet comfort of rest.

“Doooooooc! Doc?!”

That’s panic. He hears panic.

He snaps awake.

Bolting up, heart pounding, scanning the room as he reaches for the gun-

“Do-o-oc!”

Deimos.

That’s Deimos.

He darts, all traces of sleep having drained from his body as he unlatches the barricades from the door, ripping it open to see-

To see…

Oh.

Oh, dear.

“What’s wrong?” He has to lower himself to his knees to make it to the same height as the kid, the poor thing’s face drenched in snot an tears, shaking like a leaf.

Thunder crashes, and Deimos nearly jumps out of his own skin, diving to burrow himself into Doc’s coat. Oh. Oh no.

He’s found something his little terror is afraid of.

When the lightning flashes through the cracks of the boarded up window, Doc presses his palms to both of Deimos’ ears, gun clattering to the floor.

It doesn’t help, the kid still jerks and sobs over the sound.

Right. Enhancements.

The wind is howling through the battered building, rain leaking in through the unstable roof, everything shudders as it holds out against the storm. Not the best place for someone’s first thunderstorm.

There’s nowhere to go that’s quieter, no deeper basements to afford safety, but the cubby that constitutes a bathroom doesn’t have windows. He heaves Deimos up and tucks him close, barricading them both in the enclosed space, hunkering down on the edge of the dusty, stained bathtub.

Deimos’ breaths are heaving, his own hand clamped over his ears now, face making a huge, disgusting wet mark that Doc can’t be assed to care about at the moment.

He’ll have quips about it when the storm passes.

For now, he tries to sort out the situation, figure out how to make the crying stop.

He’s been so easy to take care of, like a well trained dog, following Doc around and right on his coattails. The only reason he’d been barricaded in that room was an attempt at some mediocre safety, in case the nearby bandit camp caught wind of their stop. Futile hope that they’d pass up a hard to open box.

Perhaps that was a bad idea.

He can have some bad ideas.

He hasn’t noticed his own anxious rocking, not until Deimos starts to relax a little bit. Right.

“Do you know what’s happening?”

A shake of the head against his shoulder.

“It’s a thunderstorm. When there are a lot of clouds- Like we saw earlier, they…” How does he explain this? “… You know how you made static with your socks?”

“… Mhm.”

“It’s sort of like that. The particles in the clouds are moving, and it creates static. When there’s too much static?

“… Shocks.”

“Right. This? This is how we discovered electricity. It’s a lot of electricity exploding, so that’s why it makes that sound-“

On cue, another clap of thunder undoes all the calm, driving Deimos to crush his ears with his hands. Doc can tell he’s trying not to wail- it breaks through as a whimper. Doc keeps rocking.

“I know it must be very hard when you can hear as well as you do,” What can he do?

Christ, he hopes the temperature drop doesn’t cause a tornado.

Not something to think about right now.

The next clap is closer. It must be right above them.

“It’s moving fast, it’ll be over soon, alright?”

He doesn’t get a word out of the kid, just terrified shaking.

What can he do?

For once, his foresight gives him an answer.

He zips his coat up around the extra body, hefting the kid back up to make a strategic run back through to where he’d dropped his bag, grabbing it up and making a hasty retreat. Back in the safety of the bathroom, he changes his seat to be down in the tub, digging through the bag just long enough to pull his tablet-

And the headset.

Hooking it together in the dark is half a challenge, but- Yes, he checks the sound, then unzips his coat.

“Move your hands,” A rough shake of the head. “Just for a second, if it doesn’t work you can punch me.”

The promise of light violence tends to win Deimos over, but not even that gets him to budge. Doc goes for prying the little hands away instead, getting the headset pressed over his ears in the short, upset wrestle that ensues.

Deimos pauses.

… He’s heard music before, hasn’t he?

Doc’s too tired to recall, on the edge of pulling the headset off the moment Deimos shows distaste.

But the kid presses the cans closer to his ears instead, the next roll of thunder disguised in the sounds.

Alright.

Alright…

He leans them both back, the lumpy bag works well enough as a pillow, the kid a little furnace on his own. It’s not comfortable whatsoever, Doc’s back is going to be in agony when they have to move in the morning, but this…

Deimos’ shaking calms, reduced to sniffling and kneading his hands as he works out the panic, calming down.

It’ll work.

[birdblorbo]

Modern day stenbrough would absolutely be that one couple that sits together with an arm around the other, staring at their phone. Mostly Bill doing it to Stan, but there are special circumstances where it gets reversed (mainly when Bill is texting Georgie)

[kingkatsuki]

Just thinking about those soft, mundane moments with Bakugou.

[antaripirate]

concept: the night spire makes a detour to stop in london for a few days. after dinner with rhy and alucard, kell and lila collapse into bed together, exhausted from the long journey, falling asleep wrapped up in each others’ arms. at some point during the night, esa sneaks her way into the room (probably via the secret corridor between kell and rhy’s rooms), joining the two sleeping antari currently bundled up in the blankets together. the two wake with the sunrise (a habit they both picked up from their time at sea). when lila opens her eyes, head still nuzzled into kells neck, she’s confused (and let’s be honest, somewhat irritated), at the sight of the fluffy white ball curled up on kell’s chest. kell on the other hand, is thrilled with the addition, perfectly content to cuddle them both. this is how lila discovers kell’s love for cats.

[unfortunately-rogi]

After Thanksgiving