#i wish to be snug as a bug in a rug

[venear-tmblr]

as a cosplayer, morning photoshoots are my nEMISES. my photog will ask me to wake up before 10 because of lighting and i CANT DO IT.

[ziziheart]

jesstra doodle cuz i cant sleep

and then i coloured it because i still couldn't sleep

[lightdragon789]

Nash enjoying his Birthday with a chocolate and apricot jam cake and just reading a book.

Honestly, just wanted to wrap him in a blanket and just let him be in his own zone for a bit. Boi needs some RnR after all of this.

Also, he's offering a slice of cake to the other Bugs and the bois as well. He'll happily make more for the others ^^

Don't have much to say other then, I love Nash dearly and I'm always grateful to have him be a part of the Bug army. Cause without him, I would've have meet so many awesome people!

Have a great timezone everybody!

[aimfor-theheart]

i don’t want to work i want to read all the fruit fics 😣💔

[thewelllitweenie]

Every weekend I hope for this

𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺-𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇 | 𝖨𝖦: 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺_𝖺𝗋𝗍

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I please request cuddling with spider punk/hobie brown headcanons <33

As I have previously stated, Hobie is a bit of a cuddle bug, especially more so when he becomes exhausted from doing late night patrols as Spider-Man.

The type of cuddling he’s taken a liking to is either the sweetheart cradle/rom com; where either your face is pressed against his chest, all snug as a bug in a rug when you slot yourself comfortably into his side, whilst his arm careen over your shoulders to keep you close as his head nuzzles atop of yours.

Or the pretzel: where your legs and arms are interlocked and thrown over one another as you (or Hobie) tuck your head into the others neck and breath in deeply, reminding yourselves that you were alright, that you were safe from all harm that could ever dare to think of touching you.

But it wouldn’t be uncommon if over the course of the night that you both slowly slip from the others grasp to stretch into your own spaces whilst being hyperaware that you were within reaching distance for Hobie as he was for you in the instance where you’d need to feel the other out.

whether that be in the form of touching feet, linking legs, holding hands, loose spooning, facing one another with your foreheads touching briefly or even having your backs pressed against each other. Then and only then do you physically relax and return to sleep with full confidence that you’d be able to wake up to one another in the morning.

Cuddling with Hobie made you felt like you were being protected, loved, adored, treasured, safe, secure and all above all else: at home because Hobie is your home. He’s the one you come back to each and every time and the feelings you get easily doing so have never faded, as being within Hobie’s arms were probably your most favourite place to be as well as snuggled up against his chest where you could prep kisses along his jawline whisky wishing him a goodnight as he smiled softly.

Cuddling with you made Hobie feel as though he has a place to rest his weary head and tired limbs, knowing wholeheartedly that you’d cocoon him in your love and adoration for him. You made feel as though he could finally take a breather and allow himself to be present in the moment with you as you cuddled until one or both of you fell asleep; which is you, always because Hobie wants to make sure you go to sleep first despite your protests in wanting to stay up until he fell asleep. (He found this determination of yours adorable.)

Cuddling you had became a safe haven for Hobie and being in your arms is one of the many things he loves the most, where he knows you’re safe, where he knows your real as he feels the heat of your body warm him up and vice versa; you became Hobie’s safe haven and it’s one he never wants to leave because once he’s in your arms, he’s out like a light.

When you try to wake him up, it’s usually summed up like this;

You: Hobie babe, it’s time to get up.

Hobie: *groans, lifting his head away from his neck* five more minutes. *buried his head against your neck, falling fast asleep*

Yeah, you defiantly stayed trapped beneath him for a lot longer then just five minutes but you weren’t complaining.

[inkievoid]

Back on my Carlos brainrot so NSFW

Y’all know how like sometimes there’s a kink or orgasm denial? Not Carlos. 100% believe that man is into overstimulation. You will NOT feel your legs by the time he’s finished with you. Gonna have beard burn between your thighs by the end of it. He won’t even THINK ab himself until you’ve finished at least two or three times. And the aftercare would simply be DIVINE I know it

(God I wish he was real)

🦈 anon

Carlos gives such Pleasure Dom vibes it's crazy. On the first date he's extremely forward and wants to make sure you're okay with everything before you two get remotely serious or label anything. You tell him it's okay, you aren't against experimenting of course. Trying new things is how you know what you like. Jokingly you ask him his standard ratio

10:1... You think he's joking, obviously. But fuck if he isn't...

But the first time y'all sleep together? 🧑🏻‍🦽 (I'm sorry)

Designated pillow princess immediately. If you're not shaking by the end and any eye makeup you're wearing doesn't make you look like a raccoon then he clearly hasn't done his job thoroughly.

While you're cuddling after he's got his face in your neck, snug as a bug in rug. All you can think about while you're staring at the ceiling is 'How many kids does this guy want?' and 'What does he want on his pancakes in the morning?'

[passionateseadruid]

Snake kings bride interlude

Notes:

IMPORTANT!! READ THIS BEFORE PRECEEDING!! QUESTIONABLE CANNONICITY!! AND NON-CON DREAM MAKE OUT SESSIONS!!

I didn't want to leave my Snake king's bring fans hanging on the hiatus forever and I've been meaning to do this so... HERE YOU GO!

You opened your eyes and sat up on your bed.

Strange… You don’t remember going to bed last night. You turned to the side and didn’t feel the carpet on your feet. What was going on?

You floated, yes, literally floated down the halls and started phasing through doors. You saw Fenrir asleep in his room, tucked in his bed snug as a bug in a rug. You smiled and floated over to kiss his forehead. 

Next you went back into the hall and floated down the circus themed corridors until you came to the library where you found Nina and Renesmee sleeping. Renesmee was laying on top of Nina as the two slept on one of the couches. You floated over and spread a throw blanket over the two of them. You even fluffed a pillow and placed it behind Nina’s head. 

After that you went to the parlor and saw Styx on the floor reclining against the couch. Pluto had her head in their lap. You chuckled and moved the two onto the loveseat they were reclining against. You then fixed two ottomans; one for each of them to law their feet on and covered them with blankets too.

Finally, you floated up through the ceiling and into Lucifer’s room. Or at least… you think it was Lucifer’s room. All you could see was dark except for a dull light that emanated from his canopy bed. It had been so long since you were in his room. It looked practically the same. Well… apart from all the creepy photos of you that lined the walls. There were some of you while you were asleep; There were some of you in ball gowns; There were a lot of you in various swimsuits; There were even some of you from “Date nights” that you don’t remember going on.

“Wow… just… wow. Lucifer, we really need to talk about your obsession with me. This is getting out of contr-”

Before you could finish your train of thought you heard a strange noise coming from inside the canopy. It sounded like… humming? No, that wasn’t right… whimpering maybe.

And that’s when you heard it. You heard him call out your name in a desperate whine followed by a few quick pants.

“If you’re doing what I think you’re doing I’m going to hit y-” You were then cut off by a familiar voice. The voice giggled and you couldn’t help but take a peak. You floated above the canopy and fazed through.

On the bed was Lucifer as you already knew (Shirtless might you note) and straddling him in a silk nightgown was… you! You couldn’t believe your eyes! There was another you! You were smiling down at him. The other you giggled slightly and as she- (You? Us? We?) moved to kiss him you blinked and ended up right where she was. Kissing Lucifer… 

He deepened the kiss and flipped you both over. Almost as if knowing it was the real you now piloting the body. You sat there helplessly as he ran his hands up your thighs, rubbing circles on your hips. You wanted to run, scream, fight. You wanted to do anything to get away from this monster! But mostly you wanted to cry. 

You could do nothing but smile as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and explore the wet cavern like he was about to strike gold. He pulled back and started to kiss down your neck. You felt your throat tighten up as you felt your vocals chant a string of wet ‘I love you’s to Lucifer. 

You felt like you were going to throw up. This was vile and repulsive. Why was this happening? Why were you being violated like this? What had you ever done to the universe for it to decide to punish you like this? No one should ever have to go through this. She didn’t even wish this on her abuser, the man towering over her right now. 

With a jolt she sprung up in her bed. Her cheeks were stained with tears. She was shaking and before she knew it she was curling up and hurling onto the carpet next to her bed. She started sobbing as Renesmee rushed into the room. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She took a big breath in. “I’m so sorry!”

“Miss, please… It's okay! I promise. Accidents happen.” She held you, and rocked you back and forth as you sobbed in her arms.

....................

About 30 minutes later you wandered into the dining room as Lucifer was drinking coffee and reading the paper. You sat across from Fenrir at Lucifer's left side. You refused to look at him as Styx brought you some scrambled eggs (And you of course thanked them). 

“Lucifer…” You rung your hands together, trying to find a way to articulate yourself.

He looked at you lovingly. “Yes Darling?”

You took a deep breath and plunged yourself into the icy depths. “I’d like to speak to a therapist. I’ve been having some rather concerning dreams about some of my trauma and I worry that they might continue to grow if I don’t seek immediate treatment.”

“Dreams?” He tilted his head.

She took another breath and pushed forward. “I had a dream about us last night. It… reminded me about what happened between us right before Christmas.”

His face paled (If that was even possible). “Did… did you happen to have a pink nightgown on in that dream?”

“I… believe so?” She was trying to remember. “How did you know?”

He flung himself from the table. “Okay! I need to go talk to someone, but yes I will get you that therapist!”

He needed to talk to Sera! You didn’t know it (in fact you’d never know) but Hell was corrupting you, just like Lilith. It was turning you more and more into a Succubus. This was the first sign; dreamwalking. And If lucifer didn’t want this marriage to end up like his last He’d need a way to turn you into an angel and stat.

[awanderingmuse-fandom]

Off The Marshamallow Stick and Into the Campfire

Chapter 27

Fandom: Outer Wilds

Summary: The light of the exploding singularity is brighter than anything Obsidian has ever imagined. Breathtaking as a spark of hope when they thought everything was lost. Obsidian would know, they’d worn that feeling like a  second skin, loop, after loop, after loop. The feeling still holds them even as pure light, pure possibility, consumes them. Then, nothing. 

Obsidian wakes up…

Rating: Teen

Warnings:  Major Character Death, severe injury, trauma, Existentialism, aftermath of trauma, alcohol use, references to suicide, mentions of substance abuse

Characters: Player Character (Obsidian), Gabbro, Hal, Gossan, Marl, Gneiss, Chert, Hornfels, Riebeck, Slate, Esker, Feldspar, Porphy, Rutile, Micha

Tags: Aftermath of the End of The Universe, Cannon Continuation, Gabbro didn’t just sit on Giant’s Deep the whole time, Player Character and Gabbro are friends, Science Compels Us to Explore the Multiverse, everyone lives kinda, things I wish the game let happen, liberties taken with in game timeliness and mechanics for easier write-a-bility, physics, metaphysics, fluff, hurt comfort, slice of life, Multiple POV, Tragedy, Character Death, Echoes of Eye Spoilers, Suicide Attempt, Adventure, Substance Abuse, No Beta We Die Like the Universe, A Bit of Prose for Flavor, All the writers and artists in this Fandom are amazing and y'all gave me brain rot

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Obsidian startles awake at the sound of boots on dirt. They haven’t fully recalled where they are or what happened before they feel Gabbro stirring awake against them. Despite being half awake they relax slightly. Gabbro is here so anything else is fine.  “See Gossan.” Feldspar’s voice says over the short range radio in Obsidian's helmet. Their tone is  just a bit too harsh to be jovial. “Just like I said, snug as bugs in a rug.” 

[ourlittleforever]

okay i made a promo hour post for the first time in Forever. i am gonna take a nap now . and wish Xander was here with me. we could be snug as bugs in rugs .....

[helloagain-shinyred]

When do you think the next chapter for Hello Again will be out? (Ofc there's no rush, take as much time as you need!!) And btw Im in love with it!

Thank you! I’m so glad you love it :) Now for the bad news.

I’m gonna be real with you bestie, I made the mistake of watching those Trolls movies everyone’s been talking about and the moment I finished them the hyperfixation nestled into my brain and made itself snug as a bug in a rug. I had every intention of getting the next chapter of ‘Hello Again’ up soon but literally all I can focus on right now is Trolls. I too wish I weren’t like this.

TLDR hiatus continues because autism

[technomanceer]

Haters wish they were this snug (I am a bug under a rug)

[blueraine]

wish i was built for the grind but i’m built to be snug as a bug in a rug in bed with tea and butter toast

[cosmixeatzsillythingz]

🗡️Knight cookie headcanons!🛡️🍪

-Transgender, (Female to male)

-Has top surgery done, though when he didn’t he would NEVER take off his binder. Leading to back problems and an upset princess cookie

-Childhood friends with princess cookie, they both still have their friendship bracelets that they made when they were little

-He can’t sleep unless the room is VERY. VERY. Cold, then he can wrap up in the covers—snug as a bug in a rug

-He has all types of scars under his armor, one very special one from a certain dragon. (WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE)

-Gets very fucking anxious around pitaya because you know, his pet is their FUCKING TAIL😭

-He has not cut his hair and it is still very long and curly, a pain in the ass to untangle so usually he just shoves his helmet on and calls it a day.

-He doesn’t have many friends besides princess and fire spirit though they most likely are busy (Fire spirit just comes out of nowhere to talk to knight whenever he feels like it) and knight is often left with raspberry and madeleine when he's visiting

-Occasionally adventurer cookie goes exploring with princess and knight is forced to tag along. He doesn’t really enjoy it or adventurer in general. Too risky to be around princess

-One of the few cookies who actually know princesses real name (I hc princess cookie is in fact not her real name though she doesn't just tell anyone)

-Hates being sick or under the weather because then he can’t do his job right and he’s forced to stay in bed all day

-One of his few friends includes fig cookie though he only really talks to them when they run into each other whilst he’s in the forest taking a walk, he wishes his horse could talk as well

-He and Raspberry mousse cookie are frenemies, they either fight or genuinely enjoy each others company. No in between

-He unfortunately suffers from having a resting bitch face

-He does not tell others that he is trans unless he trusts them a lot. Just because he’s afraid of the backlash he might receive

-He allows for princess cookie to decorate his helmet sometimes, so he has a couple of stickers on there.

-He sadly has no style when out of armor. ((Adam Sandler, what are you doing here?)) but luckily princess doesn't mind helping out with this!

[falseobject]

i wish i was snug as a bug in a rug. im probably about as snug as a bird on an electric fence

[jamierthanyou]

i am SO comfy in bed rn you dont even know. im literally so snug in basically a bug in a rug. im not even having that bad of a post-9pm existential crisis on account of how cozy this is. wishing this shit on all of you tbh