#he's just a big softie is all

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

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[1hot-mess-express1]

Sylus loves music, I think we all know this.

He enjoys sharing his love with others, often curling up with you on the couch while the record player spins in the background, his velvety voice whispering little tid bits of information in your ear. He loves going to karaoke, even bought one for the house (Kieran and Luke are often roped into impromptu concerts when he’s bored), but he especially loves going to karaoke with you, looking into your eyes while he belts some corny love ballad at you, absolutely reveling in the way you flush and get bashful. He takes you to operas and symphonies, ballets even sometimes. However, his guilty pleasure is musicals. They’re so corny and lack the suave presence of a crowded theater, everyone dressed in their best as they wait for the strings to sing. But he loves musicals. He’d splay out on the couch in the middle of the night watching movies or recordings of musicals he’s seen a thousand times over. He manages to keep this from you for quite some time until one night he hears the light pattern of your feet across the hardwood floors reaching quickly to turn the tv off and attend to you, but it’s too late. Still rubbing the sleep from your eyes you ask drearily, “was that…moulin rouge?”. He flushes bright red and doesn’t say anything. The sight immediately wakes you up as you giggle slightly, curling up next to him and turning the tv back on.

[m--rtyr]

Brendan is the tallest guy in PD to me btw. random thing.

Farmer, defacto handyman, canonically is tall (thank you rebirth models having height differences), comes from a different village and is the farmer of this one so is probably the least malnourished.

PD hates to see a weird girl entering the village grounds because now the only guy who can move around their furniture on his own when needed is too distracted moving her furniture around. They can never get reliable labour out of him whilst theres a pretty girl for him to make eyes at.

It's also why he gets shot with arrows all the time. He's just damn hard to miss.

this has NOTHING to do with height differences and Brenmau. at all. though it is kinda because i love the idea of Garroth and Aaron, both big guys who are used to being intimidating because of their size, having to stand up a bit straighter when Brendan's in the room so the difference between their heights and his doesn't seem THAT different.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

i think it says a lot about who lando is as a person when every friend he’s made, he’s become close to their families as well. carlos, martin, max f (obviously), daniel (maybe), alex

like, families love him. more importantly, moms, who are supposed to have that mom instinct on whether a person is good or bad, love him.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 148

Danny is enjoying his vacation. He’s surrounded by so many creatures who are delighted to show him around, and there’s a bunch that are even called ghosts! Those ones seem to have deemed him as their favorite person, which isn’t hard, but they have also apparently decided that they have to follow him everywhere, including all the way home. And to whatever world he takes his next vacation-slash job as Clockwork’s student at. 

Oh well, he’s sure it won’t be that noticeable. 

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

Needed some soft clingy Zuko so here u go my loves

[im-still-watching-anime]

apollo: valentine’s day is a corporate holiday it isn’t even that special

trucy: you were just yelling and blushing for three hours because klavier got you a bear that says “i wuv you bear-y much”

apollo: that’s not fair those emotions were because i’m afflicted with feelings for klavier and NOT because of capitalism induced romance

[life-of-kalos]

( @asksableye ) Tussle bounds over, his usual smile dropping into a bit of a worried expression. "Um, hello?" He calls to the much taller man, "Your friend looks cold," Tussle glances between the man's face and the shivering woman. "If she wants, she can have my scarf. My mama gave it to me to keep me warm, but I, uh, don't really need it." He takes it off and offers it up with a smile, though his expression falls again with a realization. "It.. um, might be a little small, though..."

??? Seems to be unsure if he should accept the offer or not but ultimately decided any warmth was better than none for his companion.

“What about you? Wouldn’t your mother want you to stay warm?”

[jackie-gremlin-ghost]

Rewatching the series from the beginning, you gotta love just how fast Molly managed to work her way into Scratch's heart.

“I gotta get this annoying kid and her family out of my house.”

Two Episodes Later

“Welp, guess I’m a McGee, now!”

[deusfoundry]

SYLUS YOU DORK

[29625]

Oh, how I love Slider, a man of multitudes.

One day, I see a bright-eyed boy watching me. Curiosity fills his upturned gaze as his lips slowly form a smile, then it turns into a grin. Mischievous is one way to describe the toothy crescent moon smile that flatters his aligned canine tooth and the prominent tip of his nose. Youth and vigor surrounds the air around him, and the slight creases at the corners of his eyes perfectly complement it with the hint of softness beneath those jokey attitudes he’s got going on.

The other day, there is a vigilant, strong man whose piercing eyes stare into me. Though, his gaze seems to melt once it penetrates my skin, dissolving into a concoction of bold warmth. Bold, I’d say, because it’s the self-assurance that is backing up his vigilance. He is vigilant not because he is insecure but because he believes himself to be competent—and therefore responsible—to undertake the caregiver role.

At night, his face turns into something more. Or less, for that matter, because he doesn’t seem to be that interested in exploring what my existence might entail anymore. Like admiring a portrait of a noble man, I have no choice but to silently bask in the beauty of him, feeling his sharp, yet enticing gaze graze upon me in a passing.

Sinfully enough, this is where I am tempted to place my fingertips on the smallest cracks in the surface, no matter how narrow the opening seems to be, and slowly push through them as if to entice a virgin with a teasing touch. Something about Slider, particularly when his face falls blank from the lack of conversational (or human interactions and reactions in general) input, makes his whole personality a rather interesting one. Interesting in a way that makes me want to dive in him, sinking into him.

Writing him is, thus, my attempt at connecting with him through the lens of the fascinated. Fascinated by his prankish and spontaneous aura coloring his grinning lips a youthful tint of rose. Fascinated by his comforting and firm embrace that is both unyielding and forgiving. Fascinated by a glimpse of what’s deep inside of him that is waiting to be explored, touched, kissed and ruined; a perfect push-and-pull of vulnerability and secrecy, draped with the versatile faces of him.

In this case, it’s Maverick’s lens through which I am exploring the world of Slider, but that’s for another day.

[tohruies]

i would like to kiss karasu lots... and cuddle him lots... and make love with him lots… and tell him i love him lots and lots and lots…… 🥺💞💝💗💘💞💘

[softquietsteadylove]

Ohhh Gil, after being rescued by Thena 2 days ago, has nightmares wich she learns when she decided to stay for one night because it was storming outside. She has trouble waking him up but then she comforts him and learns about the story behind his claustrophobia.

For the wildfire one please

"No! No, help! Please, someone--anyone!"

Thena jolted awake. She was used to doing so when she was out in the wild, but she was at Gil's. It was storming outside in a decidedly angry way. She had radioed it into the towers and made her way to the cabin so as not to roast her ass with lightning (again).

"No! No!!"

Gil was in his bed, absolutely thrashing. The sheets look like they had taken on the fight with him and lost. He was covered in sweat. And he really sounded truly scared for his life.

He sounded like he had when he got locked in the cellar.

"Please!"

Thena threw herself off the recliner in front of the fire and rushed over to him. His pleas for help really did sound visceral and terrified. She all but slid on her knees to the bedside. "Gil!"

"I can't-!" he was full on screaming, and that was when he wasn't gasping for breath or panting from trying to scream with no air in his lungs. He was clawing at the t-shirt sticking to his skin.

"Gil, wake up!" she barked, shaking him by the chest. Those muscles were heavy, but she knew that from when he had latched onto her, hugging for dear life. She shook harder, digging her nails into his chest. "Gil!"

"Please, please, someone help!" he gasped. He was hyperventilating in his sleep now.

This wasn't good. He would cut off his own air at this rate. Thena shook him more roughly, pressing down on his heart. "Gil, come on! Wake up, just breathe! It's me!"

He flinched as she pressed harder. It wasn't gentle, but she was going to wake him from his nightmare no matter the cost. She winced, "sorry, big fella."

Gil shot up in bed as her palm connected with his cheek. He took deep, gasping breaths, his hand over where she had tried to claw her way through to his heart. "Wh-Wh-Wha-"

"Hey, it's me, just breathe," she whispered, putting her hands on his cheeks and forcing him to look her in the eye. The sky was quite light from the furious storm happening outside, not to mention the occasional lightning bringing a glow to the room every few minutes.

Her thumb traced over his cheek. She did feel bad for having to slap him like that.

"Th-Thena?" Gil gasped, gulping in between breaths. His throat was dry and rough from all his screaming. "What's-?"

She sighed heavily. He really scared her with that episode. She patted his cheek again before reaching for his canteen. "It's okay, just take a second, right?"

He nodded, accepting it from her and gulping the water down greedily. He tipped it up to get the last of it.

"Hey," she frowned, pulling it away from him to prevent him from waterboarding himself. "Not so fast or you'll hurl it up again."

He let her take it from him at least, slumping against the headboard. "Sorry, I must have scared the shit of you."

He sure did. But she settled back as well, sitting on one foot with the other dangling off his bed. "What was that?"

He scratched at his neck uncomfortably. "Never had a nightmare before?"

But she didn't take his little joke lying down, nor did she think he would expect her to. "Gil."

Just his name from her lips made him get the sad puppy eyes on again. The big guy had absolutely no ability to hide his feelings at all. He sagged. "I'm sorry I woke you up like this."

"Gil," she prompted him again, even moving closer. The bed really was a mess. "I've never seen you like that before."

He nodded, accepting that this conversation was happening, no matter what. "I don't get them as often as I used to. It happened probably ten years ago, now."

She furrowed her brows; he knew what scars she had from work--everyone did. But she had no idea he had anything that had sparked his intense claustrophobia.

"I was on search and rescue, and cave duty, as luck would have it," he started slowly, still trying to smile through it and deliver the story lightly. His hands were picking at his blanket pulled over his lap again. "We got everyone out, but when I was checking to make sure we got to the back of it, there was a tremor. The front of it caved in. I wasn't crushed, but it was worse--it took them a week to dig me out."

A week trapped in a cave could drive the best of them insane, no matter what training they had. Thena shivered at the thought.

"They tried to communicate with me. I was able to make small fires if I really needed the warmth. But the dark, the dripping of the water in there, not knowing when - or if - I would get out of there..."

Thena bit her lip, trying to think of what to say. Gil cleared his throat, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes again. Just the story was enough to have him in tears again. And she could see why.

"I was always kind of nervous about enclosed spaces, but since then," he shook his head, "I just can't. That, uh, that's actually why I moved here to the cabin."

That was why he didn't live at the station? She had always assumed it was simply a byproduct of his strength and ability to do both search and rescue and active duty fire fighting.

"I couldn't live at the station anymore," he admitted quietly. "There are so few windows, the rooms are so small and dark-"

"I know," she interjected, rushing to keep him from going on about something that so clearly pained him. She even reached over and put her hand over his in her haste. "It's okay, Gil."

He laughed faintly, sniffling up the last of his tears. "Real cool, huh?--a firefighter who can't be indoors for too long?"

She shook her head. It wasn't nearly the embarrassment he thought it was. The fact that he had come back to it after an event like that was exemplary. Something like that would have most of their own applying for retirement, if not an extended leave of absence. "I was a firefighter who couldn't go into fire."

Gil's jaw bobbed in his hurry to denounce the shit she was talking about herself.

But she smiled, tucking her stray leg up on the bed as well. "The rumours were half true--I did have a hard loss after a search and rescue gone wrong. I lost a family--even the kids."

"Thena-"

She pressed on; if she didn't get it out now, she never would. "I was separated from everyone, trying to read the wind in the middle of a dry lightning storm. I read it wrong and...this whole family just got...swallowed up--right in front of me. I tried to go in and get them but it happened too fast. They were already gone."

She shivered again. It was no wonder she had failed her psych eval after that--she would still fail it today, she was quite sure.

"We've all had losses," he assured her, also touching her hand in solidarity. "They're all hard. No one could blame you for needing time after that."

She shook her head, swiping her tears away before they could fall. If anything, Gil was stronger than her not just for going back to work in a way she couldn't, but for allowing himself the weakness to cry over it. "I tried, but...I chose perimeter duty. I let the rumors run wild because it was easier than explaining the truth--that I didn't know if I could ever go into a live one every again."

Gil reached and, to her horror, she wondered if he would wipe away some tears that had escaped her. But he caught the last of the trail of one, and then pushed her bangs away from falling over her forehead. She made a face. He chuckled, "you're tougher than you think you are."

"I am tough," she countered.

"You are," he agreed, smiling more like himself. "And you're even tougher than that, because you could have walked away completely."

She eyed him. She had never told anyone the complete story of her exile--not even her boys knew the whole story. No one needed to know, as far as she was concerned. "You didn't."

He shrugged, "I did, in a way. But you also stayed--because you had to, right? Because thinking of leaving the fight all together just isn't right to you, is it? Because you wanted to do what you could, even if it was doing daily routes and telling campers to put out fires. Because that still helps."

That sounded like some touchy-feely-bullshit if she ever heard it. But it didn't feel as condescending as it did from her old Chief, or as pitying as it did from her second hand when she had left the unit to him. Because Gil was so genuine with everything he did and said.

"So, we both have our shit," he shrugged. How did this become him cheering her up? "So what?"

She laughed faintly. He had heard her scream herself out of a horrific nightmare or two in their time together. He had never asked, and she had always been thankful for it. Now, she had returned the favour, so that was that.

"We're both tougher than that, right?"

She tilted her head. She had to admit, she didn't mind Gil knowing the truth of her story. He wasn't the type to whisper, and he had been nothing but sweet to her since they met, even when she was just a white wolf passing through his backyard silently. "Right."

Lightning lit the sides of their faces again, drawing their eyes to the window. Before the thunder followed, she frowned. He rubbed his cheek, "you don't pull punches, huh?"

The thunder rattled the window, but she didn't jump from the sound of it. She smiled, "shaking you wasn't doing the trick."

"Thank you."

She blinked, her eyebrows raising in surprise. "For slapping you?"

"For waking me up, no matter what," he clarified with another pat on her shoulder. "I appreciate it. And, y'know, if you want me to return the favour, I will."

She wasn't sure about that. But she nodded, accepting the kindness for what it was. She patted the hand of his on her shoulder. "Can we go back to sleep now?"

"Sure," he sighed heavily, going back to watching the storm. "If you think you can."

He had a point. They were exhausted, but they were also wide awake after all the excitement, and the heart-to-heart. She sighed. "We should try, at least."

"Yeah, guess you're right."

She looked at the big guy again, catching the sad, lonely puppy eye routine. He looked so pitiful sitting in his own bed. She rolled her eyes, so he would know she was being reluctant about it. "We can sit up for a bit--just a little!"

"If you're okay with it." He couldn't have sounded more excited about it.

She glared at him as she crawled over to the inside of the bed, slipping into the spot where she had spent plenty of time (without him also in the bed). "We are not making a habit of this."

"'Course not," he volunteered, just happy to have a little company. He even shimmied closer to the edge of the bed, to allow her more space to be comfortable.

Thena settled down and closed her eyes. Unfortunately, the bed really was quite comfortable, and it was terribly hard to resist letting its plush warmth lull her into sleep again. "Big softie."

"Yeah, that's me," he lamented with a big grin on his face. He also settled in again, propped up with his pillow and keeping his ankles crossed. He looked up at the ceiling. "Thanks, Thena."

"Hm," she tried to make it sound disgruntled (so he wouldn't think they were going to get all cuddly like this again). Her feet just barely brushed his sweatpants as she bent her knees.

"I'm glad you were here."

She was too. She knew those nightmares, that feeling of drowning in your own mind. She wouldn't wish it on anyone, and she had certainly experienced enough of them in the cold, quiet of camping alone.

Gil settled in and closed his eyes, lying on his back and with his upper half propped up in not that comfortable a way. He even had his arms crossed for personal space reasons. But he looked deeply happy.

Thena closed her eyes, resolving not to peek at him anymore. She frowned, listening to the sheets swishing, "my feet are cold."

That was the only reason she was pressing them up against his at the base of the bed, letting him know that she was right there.

"Sure."

[witchinatree]

i love people giving gerry the shitty hair dye still because ofc you do not have to be depressed to dye your hair, i dyed mine red just because it looks cool as fuck

but also i always kinda had a headcanon that gerry got mary's hair color and would dye it to match eric's instead... and if hes being raised by gee gee robinson instead maybe he has a different hair dye like purple or something

[storfulsten]

What you ever thought about doing a soft version of bombeep??

well thought is I've been asked about soft bombeep before actually but I never knew and still don't how to make a good whitty that would fit but whatever, just going with vibes now so ye lets go

slightly darker clothing and such related things bc reasons but also sometimes wearing cat ears and a mask in an effort to look less intimidating to people bc he's just a big softie obviously uwu

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Everyday I am bullied by a creature 1/20th my size to make an unreasonable amount of space for her on the bed and even then I have to hold her head so she doesn’t roll off the bed… and it’s the best part of every day 😍