#in close proximity

[pirateshavefeelingstoo]

I want! My face! To be! By her face!

[pvtpunsart]

sometimes you gotta

[yesthatcasperjacket]

Fellas I'm going to be completely transparent here I'm losing my mind in a study room because I know more about a university in Southern Oregon than my own I think and then the fact that maps 1 exist 2 exist around me 3 are LIKE THAT, ADDING ONTO THE ABSOLUTELY WILD MEETING I'M NEAR,,, I'm fixing the whoopsies that's what matters most

[r-aindr0p]

Ahh even during daytime duties it seems Rollo can't get a minute of tranquility Aight I think I'll tag the vampirook and vamp hunter Rollo posts "croissant de lune" I uh didn't find anything better

[flowersforchar]

can’t believe they made a character who needs to worship something and a character who needs to feel like a god and then made them roommates

[cringefail-clown]

with friends like you people, who needs enemies

[redrosesandashes]

my friend: replies rudely to my request of help once

me: plans an entire letter of how tired I am of our half friendship in my head

[aventurineswife]

Hi, can I request reader sitting on a characters’ lap randomly? I’m thinking it would be in an established relationship. (I feel like most characters would mind about their personal bubble.) Dan Heng, Sunday, Aventurine, Kafka, and anyone else that you want to put in!

Make You Feel My Love

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Kafka x Reader, Romance, Intimacy, Tender Moments, Fluff, Established Relationship, Emotional Vulnerability, Comfort, Quiet Moments, Teasing, Lighthearted, Close Proximity, Soft Power Dynamics.

Warnings: Mild Sexual Tension, Suggestive Themes, Mild Innuendo, Personal Space/Boundaries.

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

Dan Heng’s usual composure wavers slightly when you suddenly slide onto his lap without warning, your back pressing against his chest. He freezes for a moment, unsure of how to respond, his gaze flickering nervously towards the crew bustling around the Astral Express. His hand instinctively rests on your waist, as if to keep you steady, but there’s an underlying tension in his posture.

“Is something wrong?” you ask softly, resting your hand on his, feeling the subtle tremor in his fingers.

“I… didn’t expect this,” he murmurs, his voice low, eyes darting away as if caught off guard. “You know how I am with… personal space.”

You chuckle, sensing his discomfort but also the warmth in the way his fingers slowly tighten around you. He might not say it, but you can tell he’s not entirely against it.

"You're not bothered, are you?" you tease, leaning in a little closer, relishing the quiet intimacy between you.

Dan Heng sighs, but it's not one of frustration. He’s resigned to the fact that you’ll always find ways to surprise him. "Just be careful. I’ll get distracted."

He doesn’t push you off, though. Instead, he pulls you in closer, resting his chin gently on your shoulder. In that moment, the quietness around you both feels more like home than any distance could.

Sunday's eyes widen in mild surprise when you casually climb onto his lap, making yourself comfortable against his chest. His halo shimmers faintly behind his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind the slight disruption to his usual serenity. Instead, his wings flutter slightly, as if they, too, are a little confused by your sudden shift in proximity.

“You're always so… sudden,” he remarks with a soft, amused chuckle, his fingers resting on your hips, a touch that’s almost tentative. “What’s gotten into you today?”

You settle against him, resting your cheek against his collarbone. The closeness feels natural, as if you've done this a thousand times before.

"I wanted to be close to you," you whisper, pressing your lips to his neck. "Is that okay?"

Sunday's usual detached demeanor falters just a little as his wings flutter nervously. His fingers tighten around you in a silent admission that he feels the same. His voice softens as he speaks, the gentleness in his tone revealing his vulnerability.

"It’s more than okay. You’ve always had a way of making me feel… at peace," he murmurs, his other hand gently brushing through your hair. "But sometimes, I wonder if I’m deserving of such comfort."

His inner turmoil is evident, but in this quiet moment, with you nestled against him, he lets his guard down. The warmth of your presence drowns out his doubts, if only for a while.

Aventurine lets out a low, amused laugh when you suddenly hop onto his lap, settling yourself comfortably as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His eyes gleam with intrigue as he adjusts his posture slightly, giving you a playful smile that doesn’t quite reach the guardedness in his gaze.

“Well, well, someone’s feeling bold today," he teases, his voice smooth as silk. His hands rest casually on your waist, a smile dancing on his lips, but there's a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

He leans back, giving you a teasing, almost exaggerated sigh. "I must admit, I’m a fan of surprises, but you do realize the risks of disrupting the flow of things, don’t you?"

You chuckle, a little mischievous, as you rest your head against his shoulder. "I think you're just enjoying the view, Aventurine."

His fingers graze your skin as he adjusts you on his lap, a smirk playing at his lips. “Perhaps I am,” he says, his voice suddenly low and full of meaning. “But do you truly think you can throw me off balance so easily?”

Aventurine may be a master manipulator, but when it comes to you, he can’t help but soften, the layers of his carefully crafted facade cracking just a little. As much as he feigns indifference, there’s a flicker of genuine warmth in his eyes.

"You always keep me on my toes, don't you?" he murmurs, a smile curling on his lips. "Well, I’ll allow it—for now."

Kafka barely looks up from her work as you slide onto her lap, crossing your arms over her shoulders. She’s seated with one leg casually crossed over the other, her dark sunglasses perched atop her head, her focus remaining on the data screen in front of her. But the moment you settle, a small, almost imperceptible smirk curls at the corner of her lips.

“Well, aren’t you bold today?” she says, her voice smooth and alluring, like she's savoring the moment. Her hand slides around your waist, pulling you in closer without a second thought. "You’re lucky I’ve got other things on my mind."

You can feel the tension of her muscles beneath her gloves as she adjusts you more comfortably, and despite her calm exterior, there’s a flicker of something warmer in her eyes. “Does this mean I’m distracting you, Kafka?”

She leans back just slightly, her free hand reaching to push some stray locks of your hair behind your ear. "I don’t mind the distraction, as long as it’s you,” she murmurs, her voice low with that same hypnotic, teasing quality she’s known for. "Just don’t think you can get away with sitting on me without consequences, though."

Her fingers trace the edge of your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine as she smirks knowingly, her gaze locking with yours. She’s always the one in control, but in this moment, she’s giving you the reins, letting you test the boundaries she’s usually so careful to maintain.

As you lean in, your lips brushing against her ear, she doesn’t pull away, her breath hitching just slightly before she regains her composure. "Careful," she whispers, "I might just make you regret this."

[hyper-alice]

I think it would be funny if Beanies has absolute shit coffee like the worst you’ve ever tasted but their hot chocolate is so good you ascend every time you drink it

Since Paul keeps going to Beanies NOT for the coffee but for Emma, while Pete has no reason to continually go to Beanies for anything but the hot chocolate

[markscherz]

Do you ever sing to the frogs when you're out in the field?

My mom & I moved to the TX coast from the high (& very, very dry) plains and there's so many frogs here! They like to hide from the sun under our porch and sing all evening, they go CHEEP TRRREEP, PEEP PREEEP. Sometimes I'll mimic them and we cheep at each other for an hour, and I think of tumblr's resident Frog Man every time.

all the time. So much that my colleagues get annoyed when they are following a frog call and then it turns out it was just me whistling to try to get the frogs to answer (and they often do)

[viviraptor-art]

i think you caught them at a bad time...

just playing around with lighting and color today, and nothing gets the creative juices flowing like these dorkwads

bonus:

[ruporas]

sleepy crew (ID in alt)

[inkyami]

As a foreigner, I am curious. What are the main differences between kokoshniks and other types of headresses?

Why thank you for asking!1 First and foremost, kokoshnik is a festive headdress of a married woman. It is essentially a hat and is meant to cover the hair — a huge difference in status (unmarried girls wear a single braid, married women pin hair around the head in two braids and cover it). It comes in an amazing variety of shapes depending on a region, though the south of Russia had their own amazing thing for most of history. We're used to see the ornate arch of kokoshnik, but the back was also very rich.

All the headdresses that have just a front piece and don't cover the top&back of the head would be a venets/koruna etc (wreath/crown) — a headband, a young woman's festive and wedding headgear. Those can also get ridiculously high and wide, but don't provide full coverage. They could also be paired with a braid decoration.

Now, the mixing up starts as early as late XVIII for aristocracy and XIX for everyone else. Thanks to Peter I's "embrace Europe, reject tradition" policy the upper class was pretty much entirely cut from Russian traditional culture. When the "slavic" style came back in trend (several times during wars) it ignored all original symbolism and was heavily changed to fit international beauty standards of the time. By the time of Nicholas II (and yet another wave of slavomania pre-revolution) every court headdress we see is clearly a headband/diadem in its structure but every description states "kokoshnik".

Important note: in 1830s court dress regulations there is still a clear difference between kokoshnik and a headband for married and unmarried ladies accordingly. However, every history text elects to call every headpiece a "modernized kokoshnik" In the latest years the "kokoshnik" (BUT ACTUALLY A VENETS/HEADBAND) became an insanely popular accessory in Russia and is made in tons of materials but in a very limited number of shapes. The results vary from beautiful to silly to atrocious (I'll spare you from looking at patriotic take on the mater). I'd love to wear one, but, to quote marquis de Custine, "it flatters beautiful faces and makes ugly ones even more so"

In short (HA) — kokoshnik is a full-covering headdress for married women. Every young heroine wearing what looks like a kokoshik from the front but sports a braid — wears a venets. Thankfully there are also a lot of artists dedicated to keeping the traditional crafts and garments alive, like Johann Nikadimus who does both replicas and modern designs and never fails to call things accordingly. Its breathtaking and very expensive, just like it was before. About southern kichka headdress

[not-a-heretic]

they should’ve run away to spain together

[hermiones-amortentia]

Harry and Ginny shippers: Hermione is such a great person. We love her.

Ron and Hermione shippers: Harry is such a great guy. We love him.

Harry and Hermione shippers: Ron and Ginny are worse than Umbridge, Pettigrew, darkseid, voldemort, Joffrey, Ramsey, combined and they are main reason ww 1, ww 2, plague, COVID happened. :)))

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