#hes so cozy lookit him!!

[spotsupstuff]

how can a humidifier be so fuckin cute, i hope you enjoy that chocolate dear god...

only the best choco Orion the company can offer may match the sweetness radiating from this image

Because of you, if I spot Orion chocolate in the wild I will have to buy and taste it @spotsupstuff !

[joshybearhuggies]

Meet my Darlibg Son ✨Squash✨

This wonderful lil man is a sculpt I picked up at this years past Resin Rose BJD Expo. Sculpted by the lovely Logan of “Logan Dolls”. Sculpt name is “Jack-O-Leery.

✨Squash✨ has been an absolute joy bringing to life from the moment I purchased him. I believe he’s suppose to have been on a MSD (45cm-ish) body, the proportions definitely lend themselves. I popped this head on a Unoa boy body while at the con and almost had to tear myself away from the look. It was so gooooood! LOOKIT!

Ugh! So good right? The moment he fell into my world I just knew he HAD to be named ✨Squash✨ it just stuck. . .

I originally felt this style would stick as well… until I got home and plopped the head on a blind box BJD body by the name of ”Dividing Lines”. I was planning on selling this particular doll as I wasn’t bonding with them as hard as another of the same make. The sell didn’t happen because after this boy sat on it I WAS SOLD! 😂🥰❤️

Something about him being this short really fits the energy he embodies for me. I had old hands leftover from selling a “Summer Bird BJD Viola” a while back, this doll would also be of the MSD size so the hands aren’t exactly proportional for this smaller body. PERFECT! 🤩 I full on yelped from how excited and pleasing this was and the fact the hands don’t match the body is exactly the kind of mix matched ideal a doll named ✨Squash✨ would need.

After sorting his body, I took a random Sunday afternoon and gave him this fun, also mix matched, faceup. My intention here was to make him warm feeling, cozy. I also wanted him to be a doll I could have fun with, even if he sustains scratches later in life he’ll still be himself. Pumpkins have imperfections all the time so painting him felt so freeing. The possibilities are so endless, in a few years he might not even look like this and this makes me feel like he could grow with me 🥰❤️

The photo ideas I have for fall is just so endless, he looks so good even as just a head so I’m tempted to take him pumpkin picking and plopping him down with his brethren and taking a million pics 😂❤️

[sanjisblackasswife]

Randomly Flashing Your Pierced Tits at Them (NSFW-ISH?)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law

Sanji

You almost didn’t do it. This would have been detrimental—hell fatal, but Sanji has been a bit sick so Nami was on cooking duty as he was in your bed in and out of sleep

He hated getting sick, if anything he really wanted to just lay in bed with you all day, but he couldn’t risk giving his sickness to you.

“Feeling any better?” You touched his burning head nearly whining at how badly he must feel.

“No.” He sniffed sitting up. “I can’t feel or taste anything.

That’s when the idea popped up. Today was a great day not to wear a bra.

You climbed on top of him. Sanji immediately got hotter, he nearly protested you to not get close but you scoffed and kissed him anyways.

“Did you feel that?”

“I-I—I um—“

You pull up your top before he could answer and place his cold hands on your breast nearly making you hiss.

No more snot was coming from his nose, but blood instead.

He loved your jewlery so much he was toying with them with his eyes glued on how they shined on your beautiful little nipples. You laugh at his little praises of how soft they were

“Can you feel n—“

“YES!”

To this day Sanji believes your tits were the cure because he felt better the very next day.

Zoro

For this past week Zoro has been walking around the ship shirtless.

It’s not that you mind it it’s just not fair because his tits look so great and you wish he would get matching nipple piercings with you.

You and Zoro have been going out for a while and he has never actually seen you naked. There has been a few occurrences where he ALMOST seen you naked, but he quickly left the room before seeing anything.

So today you wanted to be a menace and just show him what you got and maybe convince him to get at least ONE

“Zo..”

“Hm?” He hums arms behind his head leaning on the wall of the CN.

“Would you ever get a nipple piercing.”

“What?”

“Would you—“

“I heard you.”

“Then why’d you ask.”

“…”

“No I wouldn’t.”

“Whyyyy—“

“Because they look stupid.”

Immediately offended you sit in shock

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Lookit.”

You just pull up your shirt like it’s nobody’s business.

Zoro jumps the same time your breast do and you laugh at his blushing face

“WHY’D YOU DO THAT PUT THOSE AWAY!”

“IM TRYING TO SHOW YOU THEM—“

“THEM?!”

“MY PIERCINGS! See look.”

You force his face to look at your jiggly pierced tits. He’d be lying to say they didn’t look hot. How eyes widened, cheeks red, and lips now dry.

“They’re…pretty.”

“I know right. Feel it.”

Law

You flashed them on accident

A happy accident.

You were in his room and you seen one of his kimono’s and you really wanted to wear it because it looked so cozy ! So you stripped and took off your bra too because you believed you might as well be completely comfortable laying around in his room.

You actually looked so good in it, your breast loooked amazing. You moved around and pranced in your boyfriend’s room in his clothes until you got tired and decided to take a nap on his bed.

Good news about that is you probably had one of the best naps of your life.

Bad news is you were tossing and turning so much the kimono slipped off a little

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

You jumped, Law seen you sleep and smirked. He wanted to scold or at least tease you for going through his stuff while he was away but his mind went blank seeing your bare chest as his kimono slipped down.

“O-oh! I’m sorry!” You quickly cover yourself as Law slowly approaches you and sits on the bed with and unreadable face.

“Never pegged you for a girl that had nipple piercings…”

You could see the blush on his face. Law was embarrassingly turned on seeing your little secret(s). He always suspected you had something to hide considering you always cover your chest a lot. He assumed it was a tattoo or something but this was even better.

“Yeah….you like em?!”

“I—uh…”

You took off your kimono again to expose your tatas and Law was not only speechless but feeling hot. You seen his fist balled eye’ing your breast so you grab his hand and make him touch one

“You’re my boyfriend Law, you can touch them..”

Bad idea because now that’s all he does when you two are alone or sleep.

Luffy

You were sitting on the head of the Sunny with Luffy laughing and relaxing when you got a bit warm and took off your denim jacket exposing your bra less white crop top.

Luffy wasn’t really the type to stare at your body, but since you both have gotten a bit more touchy with each other he does steal a few glances here or there

And that’s when he noticed your tits had—

“Y/N you have three nipples?! AHHAHAA!”

You furrowed your brows until you looked down and seen your erect nipples and piercings poke through your shirt on which makes it look like you have 3 nipples on each breast

“OH! No! Nonono it’s—“

“YOU DOOOO LOOK AHAHAH!”

Usually Luffy’s laugh makes you smile but right now you couldn’t get him to shut up and listen. He laughed damn near as hard when he was in Dressrosa.

You groan and pull up your shirt exposing your pierced boobies and waited for him to look at you. Once he did he finally started to calm down.

“These ARENT nipples they are piercings !”

“Huh?”

“I got my nipples pierced years ago—hey!”

Luffy immediately begins to fondle your breast. They actually feel really good bare. However when you got the piercings your nipples became very sensitive and your boyfriend started to test out that theory

“Why’d you get them? I mean they look cool but doesn’t it hurt?”

You couldn’t even answer him, he kept flicking and rubbing his fingers on your sensitive buttons making you bite your lip.

“These are kinda cool! They fit you.”

“Y-yeah.” You pull your shirt back down and Luffy pushes it back up making you jump as he got closer to cop another feel

“W-what are you doing!? Ah—…”

“Heheheh you like when I touch you here huh…”

“Luffy no!”

“Luffy yes! Common lemme…it’s just us! Besides you started it.”

Congratulations Luffy has a new toy.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 11

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You feel like you can finally catch your breath once Lee leaves for work. Even so, what happened in the car lingers. You sit with Hickory, playing with a feather toy, but find it hard to settle down. Maybe it’s because you’re not used to this place, or maybe it’s him.

Why did you say that? 'You just did. ‘It’s all for you.’ You cringe to think of it. You must’ve sounded so dumb.

The kitten tires and you watch him fall asleep. You move him to the cat bed in the corner and go into the bedroom. You want to sleep on the couch but Lee didn’t think it was a good idea. He told you if he found you on the couch, he might have to tan your hide, whatever that means.

You can’t get comfortable, not really. You recline against the pillows and scroll restlessly through your phone. You should sleep. You have to get studying done tomorrow and you never get very far when you’re exhausted. Your motivation to even start is tenuous at best.

Your phone buzzes. A message from Lee. You wiggle and press down before you can think. Shoot, he’s going to see that you read it. You won’t be able to lie and say you were already asleep. You’re not very good at lying anyhow.

‘Still awake?’

A simple message but it feels like more. You shift and answer it honestly. ‘Yes’.

He isn’t long to reply. You almost hoped he’d be too busy with work. You see the three dots pending.

‘Good, you in bed tho?’

Again, an honest answer. And once more, the dots.

‘Naked?’

You almost throw your phone. Oh god! Why– you can’t even think of it. Being naked in his bed. You just stare at the phone, trapped in the decision. Yes or no? Lie or the truth? You don’t know which one he wants.

Your phone starts to shake, more than just a message. You answer the video call but don’t say a word. You’re entirely unprepared for this.

“Hey, darlin’,” Lee greets, “ah, lookit you, getting cozy.”

“Uh, sir, yes,” you sit up completely. “I just… Hickory just fell asleep so–”

“Shh, shh, shhhh,” he hushes you as the chatter of voices babbles behind him. “I’m just taking a break.”

“Oh,” you blink at the screen, seeing yourself in the corner. You can’t see too much of him in the shadows.

“Sweet thing, I want you waitin’ for me naked.”

“What?”

“In the mornin’, when I get in, I’m gonna crawl right in and give you a treat.”

“Lee, sir, I–”

“Now, darlin’, I don’t got time to argue with you. Right? I’m workin’ hard here. Literally,” he snorts, “I gotta be here so I can keep care of Hickory, so you just be good girl for me and be ready.”

“I…” you bite your lip, “yes, sir.”

“That’s what i like to hear, blossom, you get lots of rest,” he smiles, “oh and, don’t be shy with that toy. You wanna make sure you know how to feel good, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum and give a frantic nod, burning with humiliation.

“I’ll be thinking of you. Prettiest girl I ever knew,” he makes a kiss noise and hangs up.

You lower your phone to your lap. You glance over at the night table. He left the toy there. You don’t touch it but tug at your shirt. You can only hope he’s too tired in the morning, or forgets all about it.

💮

A waft of cool air wakes you up. The blankets ripple over you and warmth crawls up your legs. You open your eyes and look down at the lump beneath the covers.

Lee’s breath fans over you, making your twitch. He kisses your leg, just above your knee, then higher, and higher. Up and up and up as he pushes between your thighs. You squeak as he opens you to him, his hand trailing along your pelvis.

“Lee!” You squeal as goosebumps prickle across your skin.

He hushes you just before his nuzzles into your warm cunt. His cool tongue dips between your folds and you quiver. You grasp the blankets in tight fists and arch your back. He laps at you hungrily, groaning loudly as he drinks you up. You’ve never felt anything like this, not even with the toy.

He stretches his arm up, tickling your stomach, then cup your chest. He reminds you of your nakedness as he fondles you, purring into you. You gulp and gasp, overtaken by the vibrant sensations.

His other hand tickles along your ass and up your thigh, pushing it against his face. You moan, eyes rolling back as you sink into the mattress. He slips his hand to your hip and suddenly rolls over, taking you with him.

You cry out and sit up, perched atop his face as the blanket falls away from you. He lays flat on his back, hand firm on your hip as he forces you to stay. You twine your fingers into his thick hair as you wobble atop him, lifting the brunt of your weight from his head.

He guides you, tilting your pelvis as he flicks his tongue, spreading it wide, sucking, and tasting. You follow his motion, easing into it, your delight driving your building fervour. Stupefied by your sudden awakening, you can’t stop. You want more. You’re almost there, that familiar peak fast approaching.

He purrs and gropes your ass. He encourages you as he buries his face against your cunt. You feel him moving beneath you, his arm reaching down his body. You flutter your eyes open and peek over your shoulder. He’s playing with himself at the same time.

He urges you to keep going, drawing your attention back with a pinch on your ass. You exclaim and clutch his hair. You rock over him, riding towards your looming climax. You hang your head back and whimper as your motion turns spastic. There it is.

You cum, bucking desperately until you crest the rise. You descend, slowing, rolling your hips as you cling to the after waves of pleasure. Lee turns his face away and puffs out, grunting loudly as he quakes beneath you. He bites into your thigh as his arm pumps faster and faster.

He stills, unclasping his teeth from your flesh. He juts out his square jaw and snarls. He slaps your ass and nudges you off of him.

You unhook your leg from over him and fall onto your ass, hiding behind your bent legs as you hug them. Lee holds out his shiny hand and chuckles. He still wears most of his clothes but his pants are halfway down his thighs.

“Wasn’t that a treat indeed, sweet thing?”

[flock-talk]

😭 this baby man hasn’t ever shown interest in sitting super close, he generally avoids the shoulder unless Newt is there and if he does sit on it he’ll opt for the furthest away edge. Lookit him getting cozy and poofty opting to cuddle in closer 😭

He was also making an array of kissy sounds and big smooches he was being so sweet 😭

[chevvsgotanumbrellatattoo]

Sleepless, Stormy Bracelets

Synopsis: you decide to go bother the boys, finding them very sleepy, hyper, and fixated on bracelet making.

Warnings: cuss words, mention of a b!ohazard symbol

Word count: 1,018

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HI BEANS!! This is a short little fic-let I came up with about four goofy little vampire boys who definitely still reside in the Cave in Santa Carla :3

I had so much fun writing this, and it made me even happier knowing that I was writing for a new friend (@checkitoutmikey , here u go!)! Also, big shout-out to @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 for proof reading and to my sib for hyping up my random bits of dialogue I am absolutely head over heels for.

Please bear with me, formatting wise. I have never done this before and I am.. very sleepy. Also, please give credit where credit is due!🥲

Enjoy!

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Dreary. Gloomy. Overcast. Drizzly. Any word along this vein would work, but it was not yet storming.

The day had crawled by. By 7 p.m., you couldn't stand it any longer, taking your bike out to the Cave to bother your boys a bit earlier than usual. It was still drizzling. The water on your face was a welcome change to the sweltering sun that usually enveloped Santa Carla. Dodging squirrels and asshole drivers, you made it to the cave, parking and ducking inside.

"Peaches!" Paul tackle-hugged you the minute your feet hit the floor.

"Hi, Pauly." You laughed. "Couldn't sleep?" He shook his head, still squishing the daylights out of you.

"I can never sleep when it's stormin'," he planted a giant kiss on your temple before wandering off to do who knows what.

"Hey, sweetheart." Marko called from his cozy position on the couch. It was easy to see that he was still very tired. You plopped down next to his legs, jostling the smaller vampire.

"Still sleepy?" You cocked your head. He nodded.

"Paul wakes us all up when he's hyper as shit—which just so happened to be at 3 in the afternoon." Marko yawned. "Just another hour would be fantastic."

"I'll see what I can do." You tossed a blanket over the dozing boy, finding Paul looking through an assortment of beads he very clearly pilfered.

"Check it out!" He beamed. "There's a bunch of really sick charms, too!" You looked at the amalgamation of plastic charms; dinosaurs, fruits, hearts, cards, numbers, and more.

"Have you made bracelets before?" You asked. The blond looked offended.

"Duh!" He rolled his eyes before adding sheepishly, "It's just been a while."

"Let's go set up in my corner. We'll make everyone a bracelet." Slight relief washed over you as he took the bait. Did he know you were trying to keep him semi-quiet so the others could sleep? Yes. Yes, he did. Did he care? Not a bit���not as long as he was with you.

It was 9:30 by the time the others 'rolled out of bed.' Yawning and rubbing the sleep from their eyes, the three made their way over to where you and Paul sat surrounded by an arsenal of multi-colored beads and string.

"Thanks for letting us sleep, darling." David pressed a kiss to the top of your head in greeting. You smiled.

"Not a problem." You grabbed your finished gifts. "Lookit—Paul and I made bracelets."

"We can see that." Marko grinned, still waking up. You smacked his arm, laughing.

"What do they look like?" Dwayne asked. You gave them all their respective bracelets, heart warming as their faces lit up.

"Sick! Thanks!" Marko immediately slid his on. The multi-colored beads matched his jacket, no rhyme or reason to the colors—simply put, it looked cool.

"We did all black for you, David. The charm was a last minute decision." Paul said. David smirked at the black and white biohazard symbol, chuckling. The sound sent a small chill up your spine.

"Is this glitter?" He finally asked.

"Shit, I tried not to grab ones with-"

"It's fine." David slid it on, just above his other bracelets, a silent thanks. You shared a look with Paul, both stoked that the hard-headed ring leader liked it.

"Paul, what's this little guy?" Dwayne singled out a bead.

"A rabbit. We couldn't find any jaguars. We chose the blue because it was the closest to gray."

"Then we did the greenish beads to look like grass." You added. Dwayne smiled, sliding it on and adjusting the rabbit to sit on top of his wrist.

"I dig it. Thank you," he said. Paul looked elated, having been very worried about the selection of beads for his brother.

"Paul, do you have one?" Paul showed Marko the bracelet you had made; red and light brown with a guitar charm. Marko grinned.

"What about you?" Dwayne pressed lightly. You stopped. It hadn't occurred to you to make one for yourself.

"I didn't make one." You shrugged. The four stared at you for a moment. You busied yourself with the beads, feeling like they were about to start singing 'Happy Birthday' or something.

Talk about awkward.

"It's alright, really." You insisted, standing. Paul and Marko stood with you, David helping you pick your way around all the beads.

"Why don't you go pick something to listen to?" David's syrupy voice was slick to the touch. You smiled, going off in search of Paul's rock-box and the impressive hoard of cassettes the boys had amassed.

It took 20 minutes to find the damn rock-box, and another 10 to find the box of cassettes. Why the four couldn't keep them both in roughly the same spot was beyond you, but you didn't comment, instead shuffling through the rows and rows of music.

"Hey, what'dyou think? Billy Idol or Metallica?" You called to the strangely silent group. They were still huddled in the corner, voices hushed and giggles arising from Paul and Marko. You rolled your eyes. They think they're slick, you thought, popping in Metallica and reading the inner pamphlet. The guitar scratched just the right spot in the back of your head, making you smile.

"Metallica. Good choice." Marko dropped onto the couch next to you. The other three perched in their varying spots around you, grins on their faces.

"What chaos did you commit now?" You raised a knowing eyebrow. Paul stuck his tongue out at you as David lightly grabbed your wrist, flipping your palm up and setting the bracelet in your hand.

"Your favorite colors," Dwayne smiled at the awe on your face.

"Boys, it's beautiful." You beamed. "'L B?'" David chuckled weakly.

"It's us. Our… moniker, if you will." He explained. It clicked.

"Lost Boys." The word was a breath.

"We have a piece of you to take with us everywhere," Paul showcased his bracelet for effect. "And now you have a piece of us." Tears welled up behind your eyes as you realized just how much thought went into making the bracelet.

"I'll never take it off."

[frozenhi-chews]

🎙Personal Podcast🎙

Lookit that I haven't even finished the comic and. Yeah. Kankri. Featuring a colored Pancak, finally! Who listens to him talk ad nauseum while drawing. No one knows why she likes him. Neither does he. This was so cozy to draw!!

This guy made me realize how much I love characters who just won't shut up. (I'm looking at you, Spamton and Wheatley. Especially Wheatley)

I just have. A lot of feelings for him. (Mostly how he deserves better as a character and how he's written)

Tagging: @axolotl-husband @dwdoesarts @speedstershipping @friezaforce @gideongrovel @eternally-smitten | lmk if you wanna be taken off or added on

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[starlitangels]

To Steer By

Lookit me, getting the next update posted before June lol 2.8k words

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6

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Chapter 7 - The Journey to Aria

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Avior woke to morning sunlight in his face. The corner window of the Star Palace’s library didn’t have a curtain to block it out. He was curled up in the reading nook with Estelle tucked safely in his arms. Since his transformation, his sense of smell was heightened, making him perfectly capable of smelling both of their pheromones sunk deep into the blankets and cushions around them.

Behind him, in the main chamber of the library, he heard, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” It sounded disappointed.

He twisted, careful not to jostle Estelle.

“Perfectly good corset cord gone to waste,” a familiar voice whispered. He heard the whispering of fabric over stone—the sound of someone scooping up Estelle’s wedding gown where it had been left on the floor.

Quiet footsteps clicked closer.

There was no hiding the fact that the Star Princess and her new demonic husband were cuddled up in a reading nook, so Avior could only settle for making sure Estelle’s modesty was covered by the blanket they were under. He checked quickly and tucked the fabric over her shoulder to hide all of her skin except her face and hands. Her starry makeup over her chest and shoulders was smeared, leaving glitter over everything. Including Avior. It was strange to see silver-white shimmering against the red of his hands.

A world-weary sigh roused Avior’s attention back to whoever was approaching.

Vindemiator had Estelle’s gown and corset in his arms. The scraps of the corset’s string were dangling out of his pocket. He barely glanced at Avior with a nod of greeting before also scooping up the absolutely shredded wedding clothes Avior himself had been wearing and torn off last night in the heat of his frenzy.

“I’ll bring you a dressing gown. These will be packed for the journey home,” was all Vindemiator said before sweeping away.

Avior growled lowly in his throat. He was the king. He didn’t have to explain himself or make excuses to his advisor.

So why did he feel like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar?

Estelle shuffled in her sleep. Slowly waking up.

What is it about you that makes me vulnerable? Avior thought, looking down at her.

Those grey eyes blinked open. Bleary and sleepy. “Morning,” she said quietly.

He brushed a few strands of her soft white hair from her face. “Good morning,” he replied.

She sighed. “We fell asleep in the library,” she said.

Then her eyes widened and she sat bolt upright, almost losing the blanket—and almost whacking her head against Avior’s.

“We fell asleep in the library!” Her mouth hung open and she stared at Avior. “The sun is up! The castle’s awake! There’s no way we make it back to either of our chambers without getting caught.”

Avior blinked. “Well… last night was our wedding night,” he reasoned. “I’m pretty sure anyone who might see us going back to our chambers kind of expected what we got up to.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not mortifying! I mean, you shredded your suit and my dress—” She craned her neck to look through the shelves where it had been left. “Wh… where is my dress?”

“You remember meeting my advisor Vindemiator, right? The half-demon who’s kind of magenta?” Avior asked. She nodded. “He came in and picked up your dress. And my clothes. He’s bringing a dressing gown, he said. I don’t know if he meant one for each of us, but I would assume so.”

Estelle burrowed into the blankets. “Did he see me without—”

“No. I made sure you were entirely covered.”

“Thank you.”

Avior looked at her seriously. “No one gets to see you that vulnerable but me,” he said. “Not if I can help it.”

She nodded.

They stayed where they were, cozied up together, until Vindemiator’s return. He had, indeed, brought a dressing gown for each of them. Estelle’s was pale blue with embroidered white stars. Avior’s was scarlet with a longer slit up the center of the back so his tail could move a bit freer. Once Vindemiator handed them over, he gave a brief bow and vanished among the shelves. The door to the library closed a few moments after.

“Get dressed, breakfast, and then begin the journey back to Aria?”

She nodded. “Probably for the best.”

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The carriage trundled down the path. It was a gift from Estelle’s parents. The carriage that she had always taken when she went out anywhere on her own. Built for her and designated as hers. The wood was painted white and there were constellations carved into it. She and Avior had the interior of the carriage to themselves. The carriage that Avior had travelled to the Star Kingdom in—dark wood stained even darker—was ahead of them on the road, Vindemiator, Cam, Caelum, and Scorpius occupying it. Vega was driving Avior and Estelle, Vindemiator teaching Caelum to drive the other. A wagon with supplies for the journey was behind the two carriages, driven by some Star Kingdom retainers.

Estelle had dozed off, leaning on Avior’s shoulder. He was idly playing with her hair, rubbing some of it between his fingers. It was soft and surprisingly thick. He’d never seen white hair that wasn’t delicately thin, until hers.

He could imagine himself falling in love with her. The groundwork for that was already being laid down, if he was being honest with himself. The demon blood he bore attached his protective instincts to her and just glancing at her dozing face stirred fond feelings in his chest. He wasn’t in love with her yet, but it wouldn’t be long until he was.

He wondered if she’d feel the same toward him. He hoped so. At the very least, he hoped she’d come to think of him as a friend.

Considering she was the one encouraging him last night, the foundation of her potential feelings for him seemed to be establishing itself too. Avior wanted to believe that they’d be happy together, if they were going to be married until one of them died.

At the very least, maybe they’d be fond of one another.

Vega poked his head through the window of the carriage from the driver’s seat. “We’ll be stopping for the night soon,” he said. “Just waiting to find a defensible spot to make camp.”

Avior nodded. “Sounds good. Keep me posted.”

Vega dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “Sire.” He twisted to face forward again and vanished.

Avior didn’t mind camping on the forest floor every so often when it came to traveling, but he’d probably leave Estelle in the carriage. As the only lady in the group, he thought it was important to value her privacy. If she wanted him to sleep in the carriage with her, he’d gladly do so, but if she wanted to be alone, he wasn’t going to make a fuss about it.

Being half-demon didn’t need to make him wicked all the time.

Especially not to his wife.

“Hold up!” Avior heard Vindemiator shout. The carriage lurched to a stop, the horses whinnying in protest at the sudden change.

“What’s going on?” Vega called.

“Downed tree on the path,” Vindemiator yelled back.

Avior nudged Estelle gently. “Princess, wake up,” he whispered.

She shuffled and lifted her head off his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Her voice was low and thick with sleep.

“There’s a tree that’s fallen onto the path. I’m going to go investigate it with the others. Probably just pull it off the road.” He eased his arm away from where it had been around her shoulders. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

He hopped out of the carriage and shut the door behind him, falling into step beside Vega immediately. The Star Kingdom retainers had leapt from the wagon too, but had taken up positions at either door of the white carriage. Avior had conflicting feelings about bringing Star Kingdom servants instead of his own on this journey, but he would never knock their loyalty to their princess. The fact of the matter also remained that his own staff was still minimal after the demon attack and he hadn’t had enough to spare to bring on the journey.

He and Vega pulled up even to the dark wood carriage, where Caelum was still sitting on the driver’s bench.

Avior paused. “Cae,” he said. The younger boy jolted and looked down. “Why don’t you go keep Estelle company while we check this out?”

“Y-yes, sire,” Caelum said softly. He scrambled off the bench and ran back to the white carriage. After a moment, the door to that carriage opened and shut. Avior glanced over his shoulder to see Caelum had safely climbed in.

“Have you ever considered that you and Vindemiator are too soft on him?” Vega asked.

“He’s young,” Avior replied nonchalantly.

“He’s plenty old enough to have started some sort of training years ago.”

“If you’re thinking about a knight’s training, I couldn’t disagree with you more. He’s too gentle of a soul. And that’s a beautiful thing. I won’t have you taking that away from him, understand, general?”

“Of course, sire.”

Cam, Vin, and Scorpius were already milling about the tree, arguing with each other about the best way to move it off the path. Or, rather, Vin and Scorpius were arguing and Cam was rolling his eyes at them both. The usual.

Avior ignored the three of them and went to the spot where the tree trunk had separated from its stump. In the half-light, it was difficult to make out anything, so Avior ran his hands over it.

His worries were confirmed as he felt several lines too clean, smooth, and straight to have been a natural breakage of the trunk. He looked at Vega. “This was cut,” he said.

Vega drew his sword immediately, twisting to look back at the caravan and running toward the white carriage. Avior took off behind Vega as his instincts snarled with fierce protectiveness of his wife.

Vin and Scorpius stopped arguing at the clanking of Vega’s armor.

—

Estelle jolted as she heard shouting. She looked out the windows on either side of the carriage to see men in ragged clothing, cloth covering their faces, coming over the ridges on either side of the road. They were armed. Some with cheap swords, some with spears, others with hunting bows.

She grabbed Caelum by the shoulders and pulled him to the floor of the carriage. “Get down!”

The boy yelped.

Estelle looked him in the eye. “Stay here, and stay down,” she said. “Promise?”

Caelum nodded.

She smiled. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

The sounds of her half-demon traveling companions snarling rose around the caravan. The clanging of swords joining quickly.

She crept to one of the doors and peered over the edge of the window. There were at least fifteen bandits. The half-demon Arians were outnumbered three-to-one. To be fair to the Arians, they were all holding their own. She hadn’t done much more than meet and briefly chat with any of them besides Avior, but she found herself impressed at all of their skills nonetheless. Especially the one called Cam—whose full given name was so long she couldn’t remember the whole thing at the moment—who had seemed more like the calm, emotionally-intelligent, pacifist type.

Seeing him fight made Estelle decide the pacifist vibe was definitely a choice he’d made, not his natural state of being.

Caelum whimpered as Vin—whose full given name she also couldn’t remember—cried out in pain and then snarled in renewed attack.

Estelle glanced down at the boy curled up on the floor of the carriage.

She pulled her deep blue traveling cloak off and draped it over him. “Stay here,” she said seriously.

Not waiting for a reply, she climbed out the window of the carriage, planting both hands on the roof. She used the ledge of the window to put her feet on and climb up on top of the carriage.

“Princess, get back inside!” Vega shouted.

“Princess, get back inside,” Estelle mocked in a high-pitched, nasally imitation under her breath.

She stood on top of the carriage between two tree branches.

“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered. “They were bound to find out sooner or later.”

She sucked in a deep breath and shoved her open palm toward the roof below her.

A pulse of white light surged out of her, rushing over the area and past the ridges the bandits had come over. In the wave of light’s wake, several balls of light coalesced into being around Estelle. Blue-white, bright, and the size of her fist. The battle paused due to being confused by the light.

Which was the opening Estelle needed. “Let’s get this done.”

With deft movements and flicks of her wrist, the balls of light went shooting across the area like falling stars. Each one targeting a bandit. She spun in a few quick circles as she directed her magic at the attackers.

Each ball of light struck its target with perfect accuracy. When one hit, the bandit fell. She knew she was mostly just knocking them unconscious, but that would be all she needed.

Vega jolted as the bandit he’d crossed blades with dropped.

Avior was just staring at his wife with a slack jaw.

Once all fifteen or so bandits were down, she moved her hands and fingers in a complicated but deliberate pattern. Violet light twisted and writhed in front of her. She cupped it in both hands. “Don’t close your eyes, boys,” she announced. Everyone in her traveling party was staring anyway, so she figured that, apart from Caelum, she was safe to release the sleep spell.

She clapped the light between her hands. A wave of violet glitter shot away and down from her, settling over the bandits.

“That should keep them asleep for several hours,” she said, climbing down from the roof of the carriage. She went over to one of the Star Kingdom retainers. “When you get back to the palace, inform my father that bandits are roaming the woods again. Tell him I recommended extra patrols and better infrastructure for those who are looking for work again. Clearly whatever my father implemented last time isn’t working. I don’t expect he’ll actually do anything, but at least I try to help my people.” She kept her voice low, but the way Avior’s head cocked to the side let her know that he could hear her. He was also the closest to her.

“Yes, Your Highness,” the retainer said.

Estelle gave him a warm smile and turned back to the rest of the group. “Let’s get the tree out of the way and keep moving, yeah?”

The half-demons all stared at her.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “Yes. I have magic.” She marched past all of them over to the tree. She’d never moved something as big or heavy as a fallen trunk with magic before, but if no one was going to help her, she was going to try it.

She started to move her hands in a different pattern. White light began to glow softly under the length of the fallen trunk where it was pressed to the ground.

Scrunching up her face, she started to try to lift it.

The weight of the tree resisted the push of her powers, wobbling and shifting, gaining a bit of height here and there before flopping back down.

Avior appeared at her side, bending and digging his hands under the tree and starting to lift. Everyone else except Caelum also rushed over and took up positions, heaving the trunk off the road. With the help of magic, they all got the tree off the road.

“Vin. Your brother’s in the white carriage if you’d like to fetch him,” Estelle remarked.

Vin nodded.

Estelle swayed on her feet. “I’m going to go sit down,” she mumbled, more to herself than anyone else.

Avior was beside her in an instant, trying to steady her. “Are you alright?” His gold eyes bored into her. She glanced up at him, holding his gaze as best she could with how tired her eyes were.

“All of those spells are ones that require a lot of magic. I’m just tired,” she replied.

The world tilted violently as her vision swam.

The last thing she heard was, “Estelle!”

Everything went black.

[spectra473]

Bullet points I made as I read

Damn, rat bastard bouta pop a vessel. Man goin insane.

Whoever that blue angler fish lookin guy is, love him!

YOOOO that's Viktas, Kyia's character! My baby boy! He's so cute!

Love how Cuda's pupil kinda breaks into squiggles like that when he gets upset. Might try to see if I can try that with some of my characters.

Green pentagon goober looks familiar.

SAM! SAM! SAM AND HIS MELONS- THE MAN AND HIS MELONS! HE GRACES US WITH HIS PRESENCE!

NOOO WTFFFFFF- MAN DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! Leave him and his melons alone! Pay him baaaack! TmT

Gotta love the tiny background details, it kinda feels warm and cozy to me. Even the sign writing is just a chef's kiss. You can tell how much heart was put into this.

Rat finna kill someone, grabbin the popcorn. Kinda love that stance, idk why.

The way the pannels are layered is SCRUMPTIOUS.

Wh- okay damn! Pop off! Flaunt that plot armor! Really cool page there!

Man now owns the place, give him the deed.

AWWW! That white square guy is too cuuuute! Wanna know who made him. Don't recognize any of the two yellow ones in the back, but they also look very adorable.

Oop, another dorito man, nacho cheese flavored. LOOOVING that outfit design, who made that? Also, a doctor and a broadsword… Those are two VERY different things… a little sus. Whats going on there??? I don't even remember the man getting injured. Buuut, will we finally get to see him fight with a sword?! Hhhhhh I've been waiting for this!!!

There they are! Soulofzurvan, Raisa-drawz, and Deltaqui! Amazing to see them here too!

Who's that fluffy orange guy at Sam's stand? Lil plushie guy!

CURTIS! THATS ME! THATS MY BABY- HE'S HERE! Aww- hi man! Oh my god he looks FUCKING ADORABLE in your art style! Love how you did his eye! My lil blue hexagon maaaan! THE POINTERS- AUGH HE JUST SO CONFUZLED- MY INNOCENT CHILD! You even shaded hiiiim! I actually adore this! Thank you so muuuuuuch!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Who's the white triangle with the strange paper hat? le goober.

Aaaaand cue the regal piano track, my man moves with that sauce!

Oop- okay- real right time!

Hound getting in on it too? Yaaaayyyy!

NOOOOO NOT THE SQUEAKERS! THEY CAN FEEL TOOOO! THE CHILDREN-

…Yeah, lesson of the day. Don't fuck with Blix. Understood? Yea-

Love how you draw big cat's action poses. He's just so fluid and agile- pleasant to look at.

Old man in UNIFOOOOOOORM! And lil boat! Awwwww!

Pft- LYCAN! Why does he have the best sense of humor?! I mean, lookit him! Goofy goober!

Cube being a badie, as always~! My girl thrivin! Slaaaayyyy!

Deadpan blix moment O-O

Watching these guys open up is so refreshing! Its like… Eating a lemon candy. Sure, it was sour at first, but now its just so sweet and warm! Gah- just some amazing writing! Worth the wait.

Poor Hound, not this again! He already feels bad enough!

Okay, Ly just keeps getting better. He's a WINGMAN too?! The best kind of silly! Awwww!

Our king's gracious toothy smile -w-

Cube is confirmed to be the best mom friend.

For an autism creature, man gives really good motivational speeches. I wanna pet him.

Nvm Hound did it for me lets gooo!

Pft- LY! STAHP!

Aaaaand that's it. Basically my thought process while reading it. Sorry if its too long. This part was so worth the wait, so good to see everything come together like this! Once again, thank you so much for including one of my characters! It really means a lot to me. Keep up the amazing work Pink! Can't wait to see where this goes next!

A storm arrived at their doorsteps.

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(Hi! Again, if you see your character in this chapter, feel free to point them out, but also please say something else about the chapter as well, other than “look at my character.” Your kind gesture will be appreciated!)

woo I worked hard on this one. It’s a shorter chapter, and is more of a chill lighthearted one to give the heroes a break from the angst and let them bond. But this is the first full chapter I’ve made while in college, so while it might not be the coolest one, it’s taken way more effort and I’m proud of myself :]

All background characters belong to their respective owners! (The grey flower is mine, a character named Atlas Iwasaki.)

the green pentagon is, again, Lium, belonging to my friend @iso-draws , only pinging them because he has a speaking part :]

[namjoonoftheday]

Today’s Namjoon is brought to you by: Cozy~

[sunnydayjackass]

What would a perfect date be for Jack, Shaun, and Ian? Or just Jack if that's too much

Lol not too much babes, you can have it all here.

Jack

It's difficult to go on traditional dates with Jack unfortunately but the pair of you make due and always still have a wonderful time together. I mean, C'mon it's Sunny Day Jack we're talking about here. Obviously at home dates are frequent- well planned dinners, spicy spa nights in the bath, movie or game nights, ect. You get creative as best the pair of you can and Jack is always so thoughtful when he plans these things.

That doesn't mean you don't enjoy things out and about in the world though. Places a little or significantly less crowded always work out best as you can have the little allowances of leaning against him, holding his hand, sneaking a kiss and some conversation. Places like the aquarium, park walks, things of the like.

With the aquarium essentially empty and the ethereal glow of the massive tanks, you hug Jack's arm to your chest. Pressing a kiss atop your head, Jack leans against you in turn- basking in this temporary semblance of normalcy. "This was a great idea, Sunspot. Thanks for taking me here." Jack hums contentedly. You pop up on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss and you can feel the quirk of his lips in a smile.

Should the circus come to town, the pair of you go. Sugary treats for you to sneak him bites of, you ride the rides-declining any stranger who offers to ride with you. Jack may not be able to win you prizes himself but that doesn't mean he can't help you. Standing behind you with an arm around your waist, he slides your feet with his own. His other hand holds your wrist to help show you the motion and trajectory to throw the ball and win the massive plushie hanging near the multicolored lights.

It's a little hard to focus, feeling his breath fan over your neck as he murmurs directions in your ear. You flush a little and your knees feel weak but Jack only chuckles. "Don't worry, Sunshine. Teamwork makes the dream work." And he helps you throw the ball, scattering all the needed pins as bright celebratory chimes and bells begin to ring. You're handed your prize positively glowing and Jack feels the warmth of your joy radiating onto him. As you walk through the park towards the ferris wheel to end your night, his arm is around your waist with his hand in your back pocket to give an affectionate squeeze.

Shaun

Shaun's ideal date would be a film festival of sorts, bonus if one of his projects is being shown. He's absolutely ecstatic to share this with you and his enthusiasm is infectious. You'll both get ready, dressed in whatever makes you feel confident as Shaun assures you this isn't some fancy affair but he's completely smitten with you and will be very open with public displays of affection; arm around your waist or shoulders, holding your hand, stealing smooches whenever he can.

You catch dinner at your shared favorite spot, splurging on a few cocktails or beers (if you drink) and chatting about his production or any others that look interesting. Needless to say hes touched and pleasantly surprised if you've been studying up on the event and the others/other films in attendance. "Woah, lookit you aficionado~." The grin on his face is from ear to ear and it makes you blush at the praise that follows.

At the showings themselves, there's not much shenanigans to be had- you both want to enjoy the films to their fullest. That doesn't mean you don't cozy up together during it though. Cuddled up with the occasional peck in the lulls of dialog. If it's one Shaun worked on, your full attention is on it to enjoy all his hard work in its fruition and Shaun can't help but steal glances. He's so lucky to have someone so supportive of him and his work, he knows a lot of this day was about him and he fully intends to show you how appreciative he is and how much he admires you- fully, later.

But--again if horror isn't your jam, Shaun would take you to a cat cafe. Joking that you both might make Moon Pie jealous upon returning home. But it's such a cute place and you make sure to bring something home for Moon Pie to enjoy. Granted, Shaun always adores how you dote on Moon Pie but it's still just so ridiculously cute to see you fawning over the cats or having multiple pawing for your attention. "Oh man, I should've known better than to wear black." You playfully groan, your shirt now absolutely covered in cat fur.

Shaun chuckles, untying his flannel from around his waist and drapes it over your shoulders. "You get used to it. But here, take my shirt." He winks. And goddamn if you don't look better in it than he does.

Ian

You've had years of dates with Ian. There's dates centered around him, dates centered around you, and dates that cater to you both. Healthy relationships are about balance and knowing eaxh other, keeping the fun and fire alive. I can imagine Ian being a classic romantic and any date he throughly enjoys or plans has elements of that in it.

The day starts with you sleeping in, Ian slipping out of bed and quietly getting dressed to tiptoe out of the house to run a few errands to kick this date of right. Going to the flower shop to get a beautifully arranged bouquet of your favorite flowers or if flowers aren't your forte, a pot of really adorably arranged succulents. Followed by a trip to the bakery for fresh cinnamon rolls and your preferred morning beverage; a specialty tea, artisan coffee, a vibrant smoothie, or fresh squeezed juice.

Getting back to the apartment he'll take care of the flowers and set breakfast aside to wake you. A gentle nudge to your shoulder and kiss to your forehead. He hates to disrupt you sleeping, you look so cute and cozy. Ian could easily be persuaded back into bed with you, to lounge lazily in bed with lazy kisses and honeyed words but the smell of cinnamon rolls is enough to rouse you after some time. It's a sweet surprise and he's rewarded with a barrage of sweet little kisses that have him blushing deeply with a warm feeling of pure love in the pit of his stomach.

Ian plans the date around the season; if its spring, a walk in the botanical gardens, summer is for a waterside picnic and maybe some live music at a local venue or bar, autumn you can bet is at a pumpkin patch or a nice little hike, winters mean going around looking at decorations and an attempt at ice skating. He may not be good but with an excuse to cling to you- a few bruises and laughs are worth it. The man has studied his romance movies.

As the night comes to a close, bursting at the seams of great memories made and spent in each other's company- you help each other into pajamas to snuggle up for the night. "I love you so much, thank you." You never really thought much of why he'd thank you but to Ian, he wouldn't be the man he is without you. And he swears by that.

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts

A Journey in the Dark

Remember that time Gandalf torched a bunch of random wolves right before they got to Moria? Pepperidge Farm remembers

Bro I would’ve loved to see the Gate-Stream and the Stair Falls back when Moria was at its peak. That sounds totally legit.

Frodo already knows that Sam will be upset about having to leave Bill. My heart. ;-;

Movie!Sam: “Bye-bye, Bill.” Book!Sam: *ANGRY BAWLING, THROWS ALL THE BAGS ON THE GROUND IN A TANTRUM, SITS DOWN AND CRIES*

Dude, Boromir is the one who threw the rock!! And Frodo told him off about it! LOL It makes sense that they changed it to Merry and Pippin throwing rocks and Aragorn stopping them but duuuuuude, there really is not one member of this Fellowship that isn’t an IdiotTM.

Wanna know how much Sam loves Bill the Pony? He’s weeping and cursing at having to leave him for Frodo. Wanna know how much Sam loves Frodo? He’s willing to leave Bill the Pony to save him.

FRODO CAN SEE IN THE DARK 8-O

Pippin literally just…threw a rock down the well. Wasn’t an accident or anything. He just saw a big hole and felt the urge to YEET.

Gollum Gollum Gollum Gollum

Gimli’s song! More dwarven poetry please!

BRO?? “He is dead then; I feared it was so” is FRODO’S line. HE’D been the one suspecting the worst the whole time!! Look at my man being smart and intuitive and also OW

The Bridge of Khazad-Dum

FRODO STABBED THE TROLL IN THE FOOT LET’S GOOOOOO

Sam stabbed an orc! Lookit my boys being epic!

The funniest thing to me is that Aragorn picks up Frodo like a sack of potatoes and runs for the stairs with him for a whole half a minute before they realize Frodo is actually alive LOL

“[Gandalf] seemed to be still standing guard by the closed door. Frodo breathed deeply and leaned against Sam, who put his arms about him. They stood peering up the stairs into the darkness.” Mmmmfff slay meeeeee

I mean, is Frodo leaning on Sam because he’s hurting and out of breath from being skewered? Is Sam holding him to keep him on his feet? Are they hugging each other because their Wizard is up there fending off the encroaching evil without them and, like scared children, there’s little they can do but hold on to and comfort one another?? All of it at once?? Yes???

Good thing Gandalf needed a breather or we wouldn’t have an excuse to talk about Frodo’s fancy mithril shirt in the middle of this escape scene

Legolas is the embodiment of “I fear no man. But that thing— *points at Balrog* —it scares me.”

GANDALF’S STAFF BROKE. A “BLINDING SHEET OF WHITE FLAME”. GANDALF YELLING AT THEM TO RUN AS HE FELL. AAAAAAHHHHHH.

“Frodo heard Sam at his side weeping, and then he found that he himself was weeping as he ran.” First of all, this is phrased beautifully, and secondly, HI, CALL ME GANDALF ‘CAUSE I’M DEAD.

Lothlorien

Aragorn, about Gandalf’s death: “I hate it when I’m right”

Gimli be like “Yes I know we just lost our wizard and someone you’ve known since you were very young but ROAD TRIP 8-D COME SEE THE TOURIST ATTRACTION WITH ME FRODO”

If I were any better at drawing landscapes I’d draw the reflection in the Mirror of Kheled-zaram. It sounds beautiful.

Frodo and Sam lagging behind the others and holding each other up mmmmmph

Legolas: “Uh, hey, bro, we might wanna… *points at Frodo and Sam*” Aragorn: “OH DIP OH SHOOT BOROMIR GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME OH MY GOSH FRODO I’M SO SORRY D-8”

Remind me to draw the two Men carrying the two wounded hobbits. Cozy.

Honestly that glade seems like a really lovely place to be after a traumatic incident like that.

*debates with myself whether to mention how ever so gently Aragorn stripped Frodo to tend his wounds and how surprised I am that the internet hasn’t sunk its filthy claws into that passage yet*

Legolas: “What a beautiful river! I’m going to sing a song about it.”

I mean if a tree yelled at you when you tried to climb it, you would be startled too.

“‘Yes, they are Elves,’ said Legolas, ‘and they say that you breathe so loud that they could shoot you in the dark.’ Sam hastily put his hand over his mouth.” SAM BBY

“Legolas ran lightly up, and Frodo followed slowly; behind him came Sam trying not to breathe loudly.” HAHAHA SAM BBY NOOOOOO

Frodo asks a question in Common Speech. The elf answers in Elvish. Frodo asks more questions in Common Speech without switching to Elvish like he totally could do instead.

On a scale of Haldir to Sam, how good would you be at crossing the rope bridge? I put myself somewhere below Pippin. I have a pretty good sense of balance, but it depends how taut the rope is.

Bro the blindfold thing makes me so mad. I understand why they did it, but still, bruh. Lothlorien, this is why I don’t like you.

“And talking Frodo’s hand in his, [Aragorn] left the hill of Cerin Amroth and came there never again as living man.” Me: oh ;-;

[a-hazbin-spider]

His squirming was evidently futile, though where credit was due, for a slight thing such as himself, he sure knew how to bend and twist around! Ah well, at least he’s not really whining for more than a few seconds of being grabbed. In fact, the little bounce on the sofa seemed to placate him a bit, by confusion or just the tiredness- nobody could say. But it’s absolutely doubled down by his coiling blanket here.

“Mmrh..? Nnno, I d’wanna go back t’nowhere wit’ Bossman. M’bein’ good.” Strangely he’s fine to omit. Perhaps he’d thought the lines would give him more energy- or perhaps a good blur through his next day. But now he’s just in a drunken lull so to speak. And quite frankly, comfy in his new spot. What- had he been doing again..?

“Yessir, m’behavin’. Buh- Y’nice n- n’ cozy. N’ cuddly, huh?” Easily, his cheek nuzzles up, and arms relax around the succubus. “Mmhm. I c’n- I’ll be back for my stuff though. It gets me through. I can’t- I-..! you’re so sneaky, lookit, you got m’legs!”

@a-hazbin-spider continued from X.

“Because I am not about to let you sssssnort five linesss of cocaine in my bathroom when you just drank an entire bottle of vodka!” It was a bit of a struggle to hold the squirming spider off the ground, but it was still enough, fiercely carrying Angel out of the bathroom of his apartment and toward the nearest couch, to which he lets him drop with a bounce, before, to make sure that he doesn’t get back up again, settling down right on top of him afterwards, nestling himself and his coils right into the spider’s lap. “Now calm yoursssself and behave before I call a cab to come and take your drunken assss back to the Hotel!”

[jumpinagain-a]

The recently paroled, former jailbird himself is currently walking around the nursery. Holding the little star while he chewed away on a teething toy. Yancy had insisted that Mark take a nap while he kept an eye on the little guy as he could probably use one. He had been so hesitant, scared even, to hold such a tiny babbling bundle. Now, he found he didn’t want to put them down anytime soon.

“Lookit you, little man! Youse growin’ so fast already.” He wanders to the crib, looking at the mobile hanging above. ”Youse gonna be destined for great things, and uncle Yan has a good sense about this stuff. Especially with papa Mark and all the people that care ‘bout you in youse corner.”

He bounces the child a little, gently patting his back. And there was no baby talk from him either, he was talking to a little man after all. ”Youse got the best possible papa around, little guy. He’d do anythin’ ta make sure youse taken care of and safe. He’s gonna do right by you. I know it.”

YANCY’S CHEST IS COZY AND WARM. star is happily burrowed against him, both fists curled around an orange star-shaped toy. he’s quietly gumming away, occasionally muttering something. gafafa. mmmba. daddy is the best but uncle yan has good snuggles. his voice makes his chest buzz, and his heartbeat pounds nearby, steady and reassuring. star thinks uncle yan must have the only heartbeat in the world. all the other ones are just copying. like how star copies sounds and noise. bmbmbm.

bounce bounce bounce! all the tummy ache from lunchtime goes away when he gets his back patted. all the wiggly bubbles go away and he’s sleepy. he lays his head down under uncle yan’s chin and yawns. an ka ya. uncle yan? kiki bees. kisses please. he feels a soft touch of lips to the top of his head. in return he lays still as his eyes droop slowly. he’s fast asleep in uncle yan’s arms in seconds.

[levis-little-nuggie]

5 aand 10 👀👀💜💜

MWAH MWAH

Kaikai my beloved 💜💜 Obey Me NSFW Asks

5. Is there a kink you’ve explored either through Obey Me! as a whole or with a particular character?

Monsterfucking. Is that a kink? I've read fics and drabbles about the demons being submissive and a Dom!MC and pieces where MC tops the demons and it's made me think about where I fall on the Dom/sub and top/bottom/vers spectrums. I'm cis female and am still very sexually naive, always have been, with pretty vanilla experience, and very ignorant. Before being in the OM fandom, I've never understood the desire of wanting to top others. I knew straps were a thing but just, could not grasp the concept of why people would want to use them.

Being in the OM fandom has really opened my eyes to my ignorance and the wonders and beauty of topping during sex.

And reaffirmed my somnophilia kink 😌 thanks Belphie

10. Are there any cards that get you hot and bothered? (Oh I see, this must be payback 🤣)

I spent SO FUCKING LONG going through the card archives for this 😭 bc I love you 💜 I'm posting them under a cut bc....well... you'll see

Sir Daddy 😌 and the second is him rewarding me for being a Good Girl

LOOKIT HIM SMILING!!! I want to spoil him and be the reason he smiles. The second one, I uh, it's uh, the look, the two fingers okay? The fact he's holding a plushie, I can't explain that part.

MY BOY MY BABY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. That first one, he's rescuing me after I've been kidnapped and that shit is my guilty pleasure. And the second one, I HAVE A THING FOR THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA OKAY?

i don't think i need to explain these two...

The first one radiates with my thirst for comfy cozy cuddles. Sleepy baby all wrapped up in big coat makes for the most amazing cuddles and him wrapping his arms around me, encompassing me in the jacket with him, snuggling for warmth on cold days. And that second one is like he's teasing me like the little shit that he is, lookit him sticking that tongue out 🥺🥺

[curse-of-vanishing]

zedaph has the cutest christmas skin lookit him he looks so cozy