#my brain is smol

[zombroach]

“Perfect isn’t easy…but it’s me!”

Inspired by medimedes from quazie’s lil pootis series.

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It’s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[timethehobo]

Dead tired again.

[clownsuu]

A FRANK EDDIE HOWDY TRUTHER. HOWS IT FEEL HAVING THE LARGEST BRAIN EVER

Your honor, they’re fruity-

Fluffy, wholesome, probably the softest shid I’ve drawn in a long long time NDHHDHDH

[flourish-of-steel]

small wolstinien doodle

[crabsnpersimmons]

Boop a doop doop. :3

a boop! i'll have Sun boop you back!

you're... uh, you're gonna have to get closer to him to get your boop, if he tries to walk, he will trip and fall

context: Clip's april fools prank this year was hiding away all of his and Moon's clothes and leaving them with cat onesies—Sun's is too big for him..

yes it is past april fools

no Clip has not brought them back their clothes yet

EDIT: and here's Moon's onesie!

[charmwasjess]

Head canon that Dooku started doing his fancy Padawan dinners tradition we see in Master and Apprentice because his first was Rael, who was this former starport urchin who had only been at the Temple five years and still had some ingrained scarcity habits around food.

[proteidaes]

When in doubt, make potholders!

(The loops feel nice!!)

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photoshop

[sysig]

my 2nd request !! The skeleton brothers wearing matching pajamas :D

Day 13 - The Friendship Brothers

[f3llow-colbaltblu3-d3mon]

[notkingyet2]

[theb00mbitches]

Meanie /j

Finished!!

I had a really hard time finding my footing with Moons design, mainly the colours since i’m more used to the warmer colours of Sun but yeah!! That’s him!! Look at the little fella!!

I created a side by side image of the two, mainly for design comparison but also because their eye placements were too perfect also now they get to stand next to each other!! hehe

Bit of characterisation: I think Moon is just veeeryy sleepy and while Sunmoths always looking for light, Moonmoth avoids it. Always. It’s just too bright for em,, his little eyes are too sensitive

Thanks for the positivity on my first Sunmoth post btw!! I know some of you guys might wanna be tagged so mwhahaha @basyacriptid @fluffbeast7 andddd @yes---but---no

I have a good few doodles of Moonmoth and one of Sunmoth that i’ll post soon! I also had an idea for an eclipse design, that being of a spider but I wouldn’t be sure as how it would fit into my AU… Anyways!!! Enjoy! WOO MOTHHSHSHS

[phantom248]

Sequel to this

Back with the shenanigans of chaos grimlins:

Li Lun steps on the ravaged battle field, focused on finding a way to deal with Wen Zongyu, and after being tossed around like a rag doll, he finally got an idea.

He stumbled towards Zhuo Yichen, his nemesis/ status uncleared/ex's current surprising companion in this battle, and put his hand on the other's knee, intending to shake him to consciousness.

He looked up, intending to say his piece, but faltered mid way.

There were horns. Very small horns on Zhuo Yichen's head.

Now, Li Lun had seen a variety of demons in his long life, but most of the time they came with signs of their demonic heritage with symbols that were only etched on their skins, never going beyond it. To see such mutation was rare. A mutation that instead of making the other look ugly, only belied his young demonic age in a very beautiful way.

Also, those horns were very smol.

He licked his lips, gathering his thoughts to say his strategy. Unknowingly though, his other hand lifted towards those horns.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Yichen woke up from his short spell of unconsciousness, and slapped his hands away without looking.

Li Lun continued explaining his plan, both of them refusing to acknowledge how his hand constantly staryed towards those horns and the later kept smacking him away. He probably had lots of practice.

"I will attract the fire of Wen Zongyu" his mouth formed words, yet all he could think upon finally touching those smol horns were how cold and smooth they were.

Zhuo Yichen casted a small glare. "Mind keeping your hands away from them?"

"But the horns are right there, why bother?"

"Don't you love choking me? Stick your hands to my neck only, no need to stray beyond that."

[kayzean]

My tired ass was not listening...

Help i genuinely forgot i had the cat petting emote equipped. That was completely unintentional. Never has an emote been more perfect tho.

Bonus:

Me whenever I see Crow:

[arty-tardigrade]

I've been thinking about him again lately.

[guestiguess]

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