#hug pile

[bunnidarling]

Omne trium perfectum “Everything that comes in threes is perfect.” Thank you

@iizuumi for capturing this sweet moment with Astarion and his boys for @thatcerealkiller and me.

Unedited (you can see the rest of their scandalous legs) image here

[eydilily]

cleaned up some slabtek today

[syea-say]

The finale of a never-ending masquerade.

AQ 4.2 spoilers.

[heavyheavycream]

feedist kintober 15 : guardian angel

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 327

You know what could be fun? In a slightly traumatic and horrible way? Crossover with JJ Tim. 

See he can’t stop the giggles, the laughs that are borderline hysterical as he holds himself in some mimicry of a hug. His fingers twitch like his mouth that’s smiling smiling smiling- electrocution is a horrible sensation that has many long-term effects. 

But there’s another child here- a pair of them, with almost theater-esque masks and claws that tap tap tap at the cold floors as they creep closer with a near air of curiosity. They’re cloaked in red and black and something about it is familiar but he can’t focus, he can’t stop laughing- 

“Well Jr-” the voice causes him to flinch, the sense of danger screaming in his head as a hand gives a too hard slap to the back. Joker Joker Joker Danger No No No Not Again- “Meet your siblings, aren’t they adorable~” 

[jaskieriswitchersexual]

With Hob having lived for approximately six and a half centuries, he's done a lot more sleeping than most living creatures (except maybe cats) and with that, he's probably met a significant number of the dreams and nightmares in The Dreaming at some point.

Hob is the quintessential dreamer, the dreams adore him, but his life has also not been easy and he's well-acquainted with the nightmares as well.

What I'm saying is, when Dream finally brings Hob to the Dreaming to introduce him to the family give him a tour of the realm, the dreams and nightmares come out to meet Hob like he's their old friend. Hob is strangely touched and also having the time of his life, while Dream is pouting that his creations have stolen Hob's attention away.

*edit* if you'd like to make a fic of this idea, please go ahead, just send me a link when you're done because I'd love to see it!

[theecholegend]

How would legend react if I just ran up and hugged him

Would i die

Despite what he may tell you, he wouldn't hurt someone over a hug. He probably even appreciates it

(And yes, that little fairy person is you Anon. Everyone from the inbox will be represented as a little fairy person)

[the-gem-twins-diary]

To the Gem Twins, which parent do you know loves to hug you both the most?

Shadow might seem a bit cold and distant sometimes but surprisingly, physical affection seems to be something shadow likes a lot.

[s2pdoktopus]

I said it's embarrassing that I made a lot of these but it's really cute in my head (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I wanna draw it

[yaolmao]

Hey I saw your post abt wanting smth to draw and if you wanna ranpo in your artstye is everything fr

Ranpo loves his dad very much <33

[spaltedrat]

what the polygun!!!

[edutainer2022]

Another story to tide me over through a blackout. Scott has a DNR and it nearly reaches a breaking point for everyone, but mostly for John. It's a Scott and John story, but Gordon has an important feature too.

Thank you, as ever, to @janetm74 for all the amazing support!

WHERE THERE'S A WILL

The doctors were considerate, compassionate even, given the family status and the scale of impending global and personal tragedy, but insistent - a decision needed to be made. Scott needed to be taken off the vent and if respiratory functions didn't resume, well... The hospital management were as discreet as possible, but the telltale glee was hard to hide when the doctors regarded "organ donor" on the esteemed patient's chart. A Christmas come early - Scott Tracy was young and extremely fit, and, of course, eager to save as many lives as possible as his last ever feat. It was the family's call.

Virgil seemed to barely hear the honeyed drone about a noble purpose of a life lived in service. His focus was on Scott exclusively - biggest brother's pale face and a limp hand, clutched in his both.

"Come back to us, Scotty! C'mon, don't leave me! Don't go!"

Grandma reclused herself from judgement, suddenly looking paper thin and frail, and every bit her advanced age, full of loss. She concentrated on keeping Alan from the worst of it.

Gordon raged and raved at the doctors. Scott would NEVER give up. Neither would they! Then Gordon raged and raved at a still, lifeless Scott, till completely exhausting himself and curling on the edge of the hospital bed.

Kayo and Brains were silent ghosts at the perifery of the unthinkable discussions. So were Penelope and Parker. It wasn't their place to decide, but it would be their loss to grieve a lifetime.

John knew. He felt like the tethers keeping him planted on solid earth were snapping and he was floating into the cold, dark infinity of space - lightheaded and nauseous. Detached and numb to everything. Because he knew. Attached to Scott's will was a DNR clause. Biggest brother didn't want to go on like that. To be a burden of failed hope. Always all too eager to race beyond the horizon. To follow Dad and meet Mom...

John knew, so he spoke up - for his brother couldn't. And just like that he felt the tether snap.

Virgil growled "NO!" and just clutched Scott's hand tighter. Grandma cried, for the first time in many years. Kayo steered Alan away and looked back at John like she was going to hunt him down and lurk in shadows later. Gordon raged and raved, for a good reason this time. He spat out names John didn't even contest and vowed to disown John if he went ahead with pulling the plug. Then he stormed out.

Brains looked at him like he'd killed MAX.

John felt about ready to disown himself. But he stood his ground - that was Scott's call, not theirs.

Deep down John understood. His own darkest fear had always been the loss of self. But it did little to feel better about loosing the beloved brother. The one thing worse was feeling like he was killing the beloved brother. Maybe more than one, if Virgil's reaction was anything to go by. Definitely more than one, for John knew he wasn't coming back from that.

***

The one thing Scott was apparently unable to do ever was ignore the brothers' pleas. He breathed. The dam broke then. The hospital bedside was a mayhem of happy hugs and happier tears, and cheers. The nurses had to shush the rowdy, extatic bunch down.

The Tinies flung themselves at Scott's still motionless, quiet form. Virgil never left his side, just adjusted the grip of the hand.

John bolted. He barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up. And then broke down completely, his knees buckling and sobs raking his whole frame. Grandma hunted him down later with a reassuring ruffle of copper hair and a lopsided squeeze of the bony shoulder. But John could barely look her in the eyes. He wasn't sure how he could ever live with himself again.

Scott still had a long way to go, however, from an unassisted breath to consciousness. Anxious tension hung in the air and John was feeling every inch of the taut rope.

***

Scott had been in and out of it for several days. Each movement of eyelids or a slightest shift of the fingers - an effort. There was never fewer than one family member by his side, within reach. Sometimes several at once, somebody curled up over his covers, somebody holding on to his hand or carding carefully through his hair. But never once did his waking window focused on a much missed lanky ginger figure.

Until that one moment, around lunchtime, when the private hospital suite was otherwise deserted. Murky blue eyes, still groggy and unfocused, landed on the tall frame folded almost in two, kneeling by the bedside.

John had his whole face pressed into the brother's knuckles, clutching them fervently. Dried out tear tracks seemed to have been staining his face for some time. Rugged stubble shadowed the usually clean cheeks.

Scott's fingers shifted lightly, tenderly, to brush his brother's face.

"Hey!"

Scott's voice was raspy, barely a whisper. John started, dropped Scott's hand like he was burned, and nearly jumped away to the window.

"You're awake! I'll go get Virgil!"

John was mumbling and stumbling over simple words, which he never did, normally.

Scott's brow frowned, clearly upset.

"Don't go, 'ohnny. Long time no see."

John's fingers fidgeted, he did his best to avoid the blue, tracking him relentlessly, if with strain.

Fingers, thinned after a long coma, beckoned the spaceman feebly.

"Grandma told me. Thank you!"

John keened and shrunk away.

"Don't!!! You can't! You should hate me!"

He stopped screaming only having noticed Scott winced.

"I pulled the plug! I nearly murdered you! How can you forgive me?!"

John's own voice cracked and tears were streaming liberally.

Scott turned his hand palm up, prompting his brother to connect again. His voice was small, but earnest.

"You fought for my choice, Johnny. Nobody ever did."

The sound John made at the back of his throat was pure pain. For everything Scott was meaning. A flash of ginger across the room and John was sprawled across big brother's chest, bawling his heart out. Scott lifted his arm against fatigue to hold his brother closer.

John gulped down a choking sob and lifted his face to be level with Scott's gaze.

"That was a one time thing, brother. Don't make me do it again! I can't!"

"Johnny, please..."

"No!"

John's eyes were glassy, almost manic.

"No! Listen to me, Scotty! If it were me, or Virgil, or Allie, would you give up?"

"Never!"

Scott's answer came as naturally as a breath.

"Right! You'd hope for a miracle till the end. And then you'd make it happen. So will we!"

John's voice grew steadier by the second.

"Brains, and I, and Eos - we'll push the edge. We'll think of something nobody has ever imagined before! You deserve nothing less than a miracle!"

Blue eyes were glistening with a sheen of moisture too, by then. John rested his cheek over big brother's heart, exhausted.

The door opened and Gordon slipped in, taking in the scene before him. The ginger's back tensed and Scott shifted a pointed gaze up at the Fish. Gordon perched on the other side of the bed and reached to rub a circle over John's shoulder blades, before reaching to clasp Scott's hand.

"It's okay. We're good! We ARE!"

John visibly relaxed and Scott closed his eyes, spent by the turmoil.

Gordon flopped himself over John's prone form, wrapping both brothers in a true squid hug.

Scott was out like a light, breathing calm and even, by the time all others trickled back into the ward quietly, adding layers to the Tracy pile.

[agent-gladhand]

Commission for @enamega!

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Good. In. All. Areas.

Literally two of the worst days ever. No sleep. Shaking with stress. Eating shit and working from 5am to 2am. My faculty. Fuckin'. Smashed it. Yes.

YES!

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

legendary find at target today

[steviesbicrisis]

Eddie: I’m kinda cold

Steve: *wearing nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt*

Steve: ah shit

Steve: *takes off his shirt*

Eddie: *panicking* WHAT THE FUCK

Eddie: ARE YOU DOING

Eddie: WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?

Robin: *wearing Steve’s jacket* you see Eddie

Nancy: *steve’s scarf around her neck* Steve doesn’t like it when his friends are cold

Jonathan: *wearing Steve’s sweater* you can’t fight it

Argyle: *Steve’s sweatpants on, over his jeans* because he will put them on you one way or another

Steve: *throws it at him* just take the damn t-shirt

Eddie:

Eddie: *nosebleeds*