#it's fluffy I prommy

[dixenjackal]

Can it be Christmas yet puhlease

[pwurrz]

quincy doesn’t stop by the mansion very often but, lately it seems that every time he has, him and yakumo always miss each other. yakumo will be at his grandparents, or in town running some errands, and by the time he gets back, quincy will be long gone. it feels like it’s been forever since the two of them last saw each other.

so when their paths finally do cross again, yakumo’s more than a little excited.

he runs up to quincy and basically tackles him with a hug, a huge smile on his face when quincy’s arms wrap around him to return the hug when he’s done stumbling from the force of the loving attack. it’s only when he hears (or rather feels, since his head is pressed snuggly against the larger man’s chest) quincy chuckle that he realizes he may have gotten a bit carried away.

yakumo goes to pull away, suddenly feeling terribly shy, but quincy’s arms wrapped firmly around his waist prevent him from going too far. when he looks up at the forest guardian, he feels the flush in his cheeks intensify at the unbearably fond expression on quincy’s face.

quincy smiles even wider, gently pressing his lips against the serpent’s forehead before leaning down to give him a proper kiss, one that’s sweet and tender and filled with longing.

“i missed you too, little serpent. ♡”

[ellies-enrichment]

oh my god my editor for this fic is the slowest editor that has ever existed

*i am the editor for this fic*

[simply-windy]

all of your blogs are delicious and I get excited when any of them (that I have notifications on for) post :333/gen

Awwww! Thank you!!! That means a lot to me that you like my blogs!!!!

[flyingspicerack]

NEW UPDATE! BIG BIG ANGST!!!! MAO TRAGIC BACKSTORY REVEAL

This one actually has some big content warnings as it's heavy with angst and hurt... but there's some comfort and fluff to make up for it

Content Warnings: bullying, almost attempted suicide, parent death, depiction of panic attack

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[veilkeeper]

im gonna be honest roz is having a bad time right now

i think i've been pretty clear about this but i think it's time i made a dedicated post about how bad of a time roz is having as of early act 3, because we kind of left off on a high in act 2 and it's been all downhill from there. so let's summarize. roz enjoyers, read on.

first the act starts with the emperor reveal. this is fucked in and of itself, not just because roz is a githyanki and the emperor is a mindflayer keeping their prince subdued, but because it is confirmation that they have trusted and sacrificed for someone who has been lying to them, and they're kind of locked into a dynamic with him that they don't know how to untangle themself from (more on this in an upcoming post). especially since....

they're partial-illithid, and not by choice. this is the real trigger of basically everything that comes next, at least regarding their emotional state. this is the thing that makes them feel violated and isolated and like they can't talk to anyone, and is the real heart behind the insecurity they're bringing to everything else.

astarion really wants to do the ritual, and it is becoming increasingly clear that that's a terrible idea. everything they learn about it implies more and more that it's going to require doing something monstrous (because of course) and that it's going to change astarion in ways neither of them can predict. please look at the point above. roz is not really stoked about changes they can't predict or control right now.

but... even though they think it's a terrible idea to go through with the ritual, astarion really wants to. and while roz has trouble saying no at the best of times, theyre definitely not in a good state to do it now, especially since astarion is pulling out all the stops with the "manipulative boyfriend" bingo he seems to be playing. paralyzing fear of abandonment + targeted manipulation + intense insecurity = a not great roz

all of this is of course also compounded by the fact that because of where astarion is emotionally (namely, terrified that cazador is going to whisk him away and use everything he cares about against him), astarion is also not exactly forthcoming with the touchy-feely stuff either, so roz is getting absolutely no feedback from him that like... they matter to him, and that he isn't one of the many, many people who seem to be using them.

and then, halsin propositions them. and while i stand by everything i said in my long meta post about the polymance being good, actually, for roz specifically in this exact moment, i think they're saying yes more out of a desire to be desired and to just turn off their brain and do what someone else wants, and less because they think this is a good idea right now. halsin is a great guy who makes them feel safe, but they are not in a headspace to properly make a decision on this but... well. they did.

and raphael and the emperor (and soon gortash, i believe) are playing tug-of-war with roz's loyalties and roz is basically being forced to decide which Terrible Guy to trust for more than two seconds. because even if they don't trust any of them, one of them has to protect them from their tadpole long enough to actually stop the world from ending.

oh, and because it shouldn't be overlooked: they are being tasked with saving the world.

basically at this point every time i play i'm just thinking "is this the moment they have a terrible mental break down? is this the moment they have a terrible mental break down?" it's like pulling an elastic too far. they're going to have to snap sometime, right?

[scruffydogposting]

My toe bouncing stim is not going well with a puppy lmao

[poprockpanda]

Afraid to Fade (Out of the fire: Chapter 3)

tw for almost being sufficated, body horror, and dying in a dream

Tommy twisted the plastic bag’s handle in his hand and then he watched the bag spin as the handle untwisted. He absentmindedly fiddled with the bag as he fished his phone out of his side pocket. He quickly navigated to his contacts and tapped on his friend David’s picture. The phone started to ring and he pressed it to his ear as he waited for David to pick up.

The ringing died as David answered the call. “What’s up?” David asked.

“I picked up the snacks and I am on my way to the park. I should be there in like 7 minutes,” Tommy replied as he crossed the street.

“Okay, cool. I’ll be by the big tree waiting for you,” David said. 

Tommy opened his mouth to say goodbye and hang up but the ground beginning to shake made the words die in his throat. He nearly fell over as the ground was racked with one final quake and an impossibly loud thud.

Tommy willed his legs to turn him around to face whatever the fuck was shaking the ground like that. Not even 200 feet from him a massive thing was knelt smack dab in the middle of Wilson Street.

The sight of the thing that towered over everything surrounding it froze Tommy in his tracks. He lifted his head to look at the being’s face. They had an irritated expression on their face as their eyes scanned for something on the ground.

Tommy dared to take a breath after he realized that he hadn’t been breathing. The being’s eyes immediately snapped up and locked onto him. The hand that was draped over their knee lifted to reach out for him. Tommy turned around in a split second as adrenaline made his legs run faster than he ever had before.

“Tommy?” David’s voice reminded Tommy that he had yet to hang up and he accidentally tapped the speaker button when the ground shook. He gripped the phone as he ran down the cracking sidewalk. 

All too suddenly a flash of flesh blocked his exit and Tommy was running far too quickly to stop in time. The tree sized fingers curled around his body as his phone and the bag were bumped out of his hands. He began to scream for help as he was pulled into the air.

He struggled and squirmed in the crushing grip as the being inspected him with cold, uncaring eyes.

“Tommy! Tommy, talk to me! What’s happening?!?” David’s yelling attracted their attention to Tommy’s phone. They looked at it with a look of disgust as they easily crushed it beneath their fingertip.

They looked back to Tommy for a moment before placing their thumb over his mouth to silence his screams. They turned their head up to look around for anyone else but their search was cut short as a voice came from their walkie talkie, shouting something Tommy couldn’t understand.

Tommy could feel his life start to fade as his air supply was cut off. He started to lose consciousness as black dots flooded his vision. Air whipped past his ears as the being pushed themselves to a stand. They took one last look around as they began running back the way that came from.

He could hear the street cracking beneath their feet as he lost his last grasp on consciousness. 

Suddenly he went weightless for a moment before smacking against a hard surface. He gasped for air as he looked around the new environment. He couldn’t see anything, not even himself in the suffocating darkness.

With a click a blindingly bright light turned on above him. The light showed him where he was.

Is this a cage? Where the hell am I? Tommy looked around the box. It was barren and empty, nothing in it but him. He approached the plastic wall opposite him to try and see what is beyond the cage. No matter how hard he squinted, all he could see was the same darkness surrounding the cage.

Maybe I can climb out. Tommy tilted his head up just in time to see a hand far bigger than any he had ever seen reaching down for him. He stumbled backwards and tried to back away from the hand but his feet were stuck to the floor. He fell onto his back as he struggled to move his feet. 

His arms were as stuck as his feet and he could do nothing but scream and watch as the hand dragged him into the darkness.

He was weightless again as he was dropped into the cage on his back. Pain set his spine ablaze but he forced himself to sit up. Something felt…off.

He looked around him to see if anything had changed but it was the same barren cage and infinite black. His gaze fell onto his right hand as he realized what was wrong.

His ring finger was gone.

His heart raced as he grabbed his hand with the other. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from his hand as the flesh on his hand started to rot before his eyes. The flesh turned to nothingness, leaving only bone. He screamed as his bones began to turn to dust and disappear. 

He could feel his other limbs start to rot and turn to dust as he tried to get away from his arm. Before he knew it his entire arm was gone as he screamed with all his might. His voice started to die as the rot reached his lungs. He lost sight as the rot took over his face and covered his eyes. He only had time for one last simple thought.

Help me.

And then he was gone.

Tommy woke up screaming, pain scorching his raw throat. His eyes darted around looking for anything that would show him he was alive. He couldn't  see anything in the darkness, same as before. He stopped screaming as something wet fell onto his hand. He didn’t even notice that he had been crying.

He yelped as a massive silhouette shifted in front of him. In an instant it sat up and he was being stared down by two massive, yellow eyes. 

Their eyes.

The same massive yellow eyes that stared him down as he suffocated in their grip.

The being’s hand reached out for him again.

He started scrambling backward but he knew we would be too slow.

I’m too slow.

With a click, warm light filled the room. Tommy froze as he took in the realization that he wasn’t dead. He wasn’t in some dark void, he was on a bedside table with a lamp beside him. He lifted his arm to his face. It was perfectly intact, aside from his ring finger.

There was no sign of the rot and decay that had overtaken his body. He remembered the being in front of him and his head snapped up to their eyes.

He saw his captor’s eyes……but it wasn’t them. The eyes were sat on a concerned face. The snake alien’s face.

I-it was a nightmare. Just a nightmare, Tommy.

He was dragged from his thoughts once again with the sound of the alien’s voice. He felt his entire body untense as the alien spoke softly, their words and their meaning were lost on him. All he knew was that they were there and his captor wasn’t.

Tommy takes a deep breath, the feeling of his breath filling his lungs calming him down even more. The alien waved their hand slowly to get his attention before pantomiming scooping Tommy up and bringing him to their chest.

He debated their offer for a moment. The warmth would do a great deal of good but the idea of being held made him decide to refuse. Tommy shook his head and their expression softened further. They hesitated for a moment before slowly moving their hand toward him. 

His heart threatened to race but he managed to calm himself down as their hand pinched his makeshift blanket. They draped it back over him and moved to turn off the light.

The darkness returned but it didn’t feel as scary as before. The alien stared at him for a moment before laying back down. He also wanted to go back to sleep but he knew better than to think he was going to fall asleep again tonight.

He pulled his blanket over his head to at least try and get comfortable but he couldn’t seem to feel right. He sighed as he sat up. The alien’s breath indicated that they were still awake. He stood up and grabbed his blanket.

He walked back a bit and ran forward, propelling himself off the edge of the nightstand. He landed on the soft mattress, sinking into it slightly. He heard a small chuckle from the alien as he snuggled up against their side. A finger came to pet his head and ruffle his hair before disappearing again.

Tommy’s thoughts carried him lightyears away as he looked out to the darkness.

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[collisionxkiss]

Wrote a fic for the first time in forever

Check it out if you wanna <3 I'd rlly appreciate it!

[cleewii]

I'm personally a fan of gyu being a big softie around his partner bc while I am a horror enjoyer I also have a weak heart :(((((

Insults are part of his love language and he's never one to sugar-coat but he has a soft spot for his partner like he has a soft spot for Daki and would do anything to keep them safe and happy (though he has a pretty loose concept of "safe"...and "happy" lol).

I don't think he'd want a partner that's blind to the horrors of the world. Or any sort of short-term partner. If he loves someone he's not leaving them until his corpse has long decayed, and probably longer than that. Gyu might find someone that's fun to torment for a while, but there's no affection there.

Yandere scenarios suit him well I think. I can see him thinking it's best to keep his s/o caged in a room or building. He doesn't like to see them sad but he's convinced it's for their own good so he brings them all the treats and trinkets they could ever want to keep them... happy enough. The situation would be worse for his partner if gyutaro considered it temporary and that he'd find some other way to keep them safe eventually. He prioritizes their long term happiness over short term, so if they're miserable for a while they can just get over it.

OH GOD YANDERE GYUTARO!!!! see, i think he just innately has yandere-esque traits?? no matter how hard i try, i can’t imagine violence and unhealthy obsession NOT being important (or i suppose notable?) parts of a relationship with him.

not to say that every aspect of being with him romantically is horrifying or bad, of course!!

obviously my mans has never ever been in a relationship before, and because this plus the fact his views on humanity and charity are so twisted, I think he gets very obsessed and possessive of anybody who views him romantically. so, his violent nature just, well—I don't think he can help letting it slip out sometimes!

A person gets too close? yeah he's ending their entire bloodline immediately...

someone is mean to you? yeah, no, they're never seeing daylight again...

sigh... he's just very protective and prone to jealousy, but I don't think he'd ever take that out on his s/o. he'd dote on them just like he does daki! although, I think the part of his brain that punches this out of him is just a little bit toxic ❤️ but its okay tho cuz he can be a total sweetie and his love for his s/o is undeniable!!

[4arconinoma]

Started looking at more spider images/videos/facts recently to rid myself of my vague fear of them and started with tarantulas because they seemed the scariest

Now I have a full on tarantula hyperfixation

[saturnmortis]

[thestaticonyourscreen]

they just don't make blankets like they used to

[flygutz]

like, randy being in disbelief that someone would willingly take on any part of his identity. that someone would do it with PRIDE,,that BENSON would do it. bc bensons the most confident, comfortable person in randy’s mind.

but he also knows that benson wasn’t happy with the life he’d been living, and this feels like a gift he can give him - a second chance to be who he really wants to be. to literally embody part of randy’s potential (which was part bensons to begin with)

what about benson & randy getting married, & they never discuss last names but benson does the paperwork to change his & doesn’t tell randy. then one day a letter comes in the mail for a “benson bradley” and randy rips benson’s cut off tank top & jorts off with record breaking speed & efficiency

[catboymoments]

Honestly after all the designs you've made and posted, I'm curious what your character design process is?

(Also new pfp, same sapphic me that will gush over your designs)

I usually get a lot of my designs from following a few core principles!!

1. Simple and effective designs that aren’t overly complex

2. Limited color palettes

3. Reoccurring motifs and recognizable characters

Like for example. Lumata guys. I’m gonna draw them again ok I prommy. But Kay el is short and has sharp edges, similar to Yoko, but what makes them stand out from each other is he’s got a more slender masc muscular build, a more yellow/orange color palette and a reoccurring star motif. His bleached fluffy hair is meant to resemble the shape of a star, he’s got a subtle star shape in his eyes, his scars and broken nose and missing tooth showing a lifetime of hardship and fending for himself.

I could talk at LENGTH about all I’ve learned about character design over the years but I’m so tired rn. BUT. ALSL. check out Pinterest for clothing and face inspo and even general character inspiration to give them unique traits and quirks!

[tubbytarchia]

hello number 1 jimmy understander. do u have jimmy fic recs 🎤

Whoagh what high praise!! I don't actually... :(

Sorry anon... All I can offer are some rancher fics since I combed all the way through that tag awhile back (I'll read more Jimmy fics in time I prommy):

"those were kinder times" by SurrealSupernaturalist - 10k words of ranchers doing rancher things. Light angst, mostly fluff and hurt/comfort as Jimmy's healing, and the agriculture elements in this were absolutely encapsulating. Cozy ranch life...

dull&slow by canarydarity (AO3)- The ranchers are arguing for 6k words and it hurts a lot but it's very well written

strawberry wine (and all the time we used to have) by canarydarity - 2k oneshot that nails the vibes of "peaceful insignificance". It's comforting and I enjoy Tango's introspection a lot

to build a home by pastelitey - Series of mostly fluffy scenarios after the ranch gets burnt down, 10k words. There's a few moments within here that made me feel a lot of things though