#hrrrnn

[rapidhighway]

for no reason, just to entertain my brain last night I was thinking, in the scenario where licho gets the me piece, knuckles just...dies, ig, and licho goes on to parade in knuckles' body forever while having a big city adventure, how Sonic would react...

[gifti3]

I cant take this much cuteness

[aesrot]

Mushroom ravioli!!

OUGHH they look good mmmmmmm

[ayesopod]

grrrr graaahh hrrrnn

[bisayawa]

freckles & blades & helping hands

✎___ husband!diluc × spouse!reader

✎___ a/n: domestic fluff (literally just a soft scene of diluc shaving his scruff), i aged diluc up a bit i think. use of the pet name honey. somewhat inspired by @/mmmairon's art of beefy, gentle, kind diluc :> 730~ words, not proofread; art by ary scheffer.

"do you need any help?"

legs swinging on the counter top, you lean in & stare, eyes glazing over the handsome lines of your husband's face on the mirror. he has a few crow's feet near his temples. whenever you point it out, he'll always say the wrinkles are evidence of you, you who make him smile & laugh & chuckle until his stomach hurts. it's evidence of a life laughter, he'd say.

the sharp stipple of the razor cuts through the silence.

"no, honey," he says, turning his head & angling the blade to the scruff on his jaw. "it's alright."

the words are spoken softly. it was jarring a few years ago, hearing words of buttercream & sweetness come from a man such as diluc, hulking, dignified, broad-shouldered, almost always with a dour expression on his face.

there was a handsomeness to the gloom before. the sharpness of brows, the bite of his frowns, the particular wrinkle when he scrunches his nose... but you have to admit, the allure is multiplied tenfold when he's all honeyed & dewy-eyed, softer than a cloud.

"i could do it for you, you know?"

his eyes never leave the mirror.

"i still don't understand this... fixation you have," he angles his face in an almost-quarter turn. "i'm just shaving, hon. it's no event you have to witness."

"of course, it is." you lean a little closer. "it's like an unveiling. my husband is showing his true face, one without scruff or stubble."

"an unveiling― ?" his shoulders shake & he puts down the razor for a few moments, small bouts of giggles floating through the room.

he rights himself.

"behave. i'm never gonna finished in time." his stern voice is all for show. he's smiling as he says the words.

a beat passes.

"but isn't it though? they'll finally see all your face. happy wrinkles & all."

he's struggling to fix his lip into a line, unable to stop it from curling into a smile. he's repeating your last few words, mouthing them out as he brings down the razor.

the silence after then is sweet, filled with curious looks towards his face filled with foam & other little chuckles.

"so..." your voice cuts through.

"so...?"

"could i do it for you?"

he taps the razor on the marble sink, shucking hair & foam off the blade.

"you don't know how..." another swipe of the razor.

"you could teach me." tap tap.

"i've..." swipe. "already started." tap

"just the basics." swipe. "an impromptu lesson, yeah? against the grain & all that?"

"it's with the grain, honey."

"right, yeah... i knew that... so are you gonna teach me?"

"hm..."

"oh? usually it's a big, disapproving hrrrnn..."

"you've catalogued my grousing?"

"yup yup, because i am a good spouse who tends to the needs of my husband."

he laughs at that, quietly. another wrinkle on his temple.

"alright, alright... here..."

he gives the razor, grasping it in your hand. he's gentle, careful, righting your hold of the blade.

"okay... here's how it should be..." he guides your hand towards his cheek, speaking in soft murmurs. "just like how my father taught me. listen."

he pulls down, a swipe against his face. hair & foam give way for his pale skin.

"there. let the blade do the work, honey. don't push too harshly."

he makes another swipe, his hand still guiding yours.

"here, just like this." swipe swipe swipe. "you wanna try?"

your small palm finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. brows furrow in concentration as the razor anticipates the next swipe.

"careful, honey, okay?" the warmth of his hand leaves. "i trust you."

shaking fingers steel themselves. the blade goes still before landing on the softness of his skin. it coasts across his jaw, cold metal kissing warm flesh. the line is carved against the shaving foam, no longer obscuring his face.

the swipe is finished. the trust was not betrayed. the result of your work is there upon the blade, as patches of coarse hair & crisp shaving foam.

"how was that?" you murmur.

"wonderful." he's staring into your eyes, not at the razor like you expected. "would you like to keep going?"

"yes, please." you poke at his newly shaven jaw. "i've never noticed your little freckle here."

"i have a few." he pinches your nose. "let's keep going. maybe we can find a few more."

[lizzarts]

Hrrrnn yes tell me about the Fade, Professor 😍

I'm normal about this old man and so is Lorant

[taptrial2]

when people arent niceys to minecraft villagers it makes me sad. they are literally your friends and they want to trade with you. and they go hrrrnn. why are you mean to them :(

[sifloopboning]

hrrrnn im gonna. post some kingedfrin art to feed my fellow warriors tomorrow. but which one do i prioritize finishing first... help me gay people

[hisuianhellion]

Pelipper NAB

A Pelipper flies in and attempts to take the nearest object!

( - @pebbin-on-the-sea )

Hrrrnn?

I know I just say a Pelipper here... Barry had me distracted. Um... Okay.

The fuck?

............. Where is Klaus' poke ball he was taking a nap. I needed to wake him up where the FUCK IS HIS POKE BALL???

[palaemonfire]

hhhrrrbbgg hrrrnn rrrrg ub got my…..driving test today…..fourth times the charm as they say ah hahahahahaha

[nat-20s]

Hrrrnn back hurty and yet I must continue

[asurastro]

🤛 also your call

Send '🤛' to hit my muse as hard as possible.

____

♫

*BA-DOOM!!!!*

Ordinarily, when Rex took a hit this forceful, he could get sent flying backwards through the air, or into orbit. Often with the intent to crash into a celestial object. At just the right level of emotional inflammation, Limit qualified enough to pull that off.

No slapstick this time, unfortunately.

The kinetic payload of the attack was a quantity to venerate. The residual shockwave traveling outward through the air in a tremendous radius would have done far more damage if not for the practiced hand at work. It was like when they circumvented the square cube law while lifting objects, through some secondary effect, the particulars unique to their respective powersets and the mechanics by which they operated. Something to preserve as much of their surroundings as possible.

"Hrrrnn...!!"

There was a gritting of the teeth on impact. He slid back a couple of steps, but he did not leave the ground on an unwilling takeoff. The shock of the blow reverberated across his body. Some percentage regulated and dissipated by his energy aura. Even at the height of his structural integrity, Rex still felt something. Reacted in some way.

Nick was working through... something, tonight of all possible nights. Rex endured in the hopes that after all the choice words, and the action taken just now, there might have been some kind of progress on that front.

"--Consider that one on the house."

To that end, there was no more levity from the cosmic contender. He was too fed up for such things, yet just patient enough that he continued to endure. If bearing a more ironclad demeanor during the proceedings.

[blockbourne]

@koopzilla cont.

He makes it onto his nubby paw tips and boot-clad toes shortly before the weight of his pack from a massive koopa's height lands directly on his back and shoves him back down into the rocky dirt. "Hrrrnn-nrrn-nnrnn!" Transit complains, the only reason why his spine is intact he owes to the red shell attached to it, diverting much of the shock of the blow into the tough half coconut shell of an exterior.

Flattened by the weight, he cranes his neck to try and see the larger beast's face, but the angle of him hovering over is too far up for him to make it much past his chest-line. Great-...was he just going to eat him now after tenderizing him with the beating? Wriggling in protest at the thought, he gave a few strained squeaks before succumbing to the pack's gravity and loafing in place to listen to what the other was going on about.

"...? Shi...yrsh?" [Our?] He wrinkles up his nose, confused at the declaration. His people were other yoshi-...and for the time being, the folks that raised him in Evershade due to said other yoshi turning him away from their pack for some reason unbeknownst to him. It was why he was so eager to find the all the others that E. Gadd had surmised were also stuck in blocks across the continent given the sudden disappearance of yoshi bones from a decade out of the general population.

The talk of loyalty has him even more confused, and he kicks slightly under his great weight, starting to lift himself up underneath it after catching his second wind. He could lift this-...but the uncertainty of what the other would do to him if he stood made him more mindful of taking things slow. "Yahawrsh? Yawrshi- awhoah?" [D-don't...know you. Just following route-...doing job.] He added, flinging his gaze up as high as he could strain to peer into the Koopa's downward glower. "Yosh-yoshi... yrrrshi, buh." [No trying hurt anyone-...just trying find the Block-Stuck. Suck in he blocks- like me. No belong anyone. Or-] He sinks further into the ground as he goes flat. "...yrhshiun." [..anywhere.]

A pause. "Yrrrr..." [-please don't eat.]

[the-afterhoursgoodgirl]

hrrrnn it’s not enough my finger’s too small mommy i need you I need your strap please please sir can mommy fuck me please 😭😩

ask nicely and see if he lets you, bunny 🩷

[aesrot]

hrrrnn the demons are trying to take over me <-trying to not make tma crossovers again

[jolikmc-thoughts]

Hrrrnn…  Ten pages in three hours is not my best work.  But, I think the story is decent enough, so I'm interested in continuing.

I think it'll turn out okay.  Maybe!