#my little hoard that brings me joy

[silent-scribbs]

Hypothetically…?

+ Bonus Sepia reaction

[kriminalistic]

no talk me i angy

[camellia-thea]

initially this post had some commentary about interests right now. and then it turned into a ramble about personal healing in the tags. so the interest post is going separately.

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

This has probably been requested before, but I had this idea and wanted to share.

My personal headcanon is that Vox keeps his room super cold to help with all the electronics (I took an animation class and that room was always freezing!). So, reader naturally has a blanket hoard that they bury in like a dragon buries itself in treasure.

Not sure if this was something you wanted to write about, but wanted to share regardless!

BRO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS IDEA BRINGS ME JOY! YES! I saw a request the other day about the idea of Vox having his aquarium connected to his bedroom and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. Also, it drives me insane we only have the name for one of his sharks. In a high stroke of genius, I've decided the other shark is named Spark. Vark and Spark. This is my canon now, amazon be damned.

Cool Temperatures [Vox x Reader Headcanons NSFW Mentioned]

(NSFW writing under the cut. Minors stay away <3)

Vox was never one to get too cold. In fact, if anything, the infernal blazes of Hell proved to be a nuisance when it came to day-to-day life for the overlord. To combat this, Vox's room had every state-of-the-art cooling system known to every ring of Hell. A solid 27% of the electricity bill for the tower was consumed by the air conditioners and the aquarium from the meeting room that connected to his room above.

You need every blanket and hoodie in the Pride Ring to stay warm in his room. It was large, it was dark, and it was fucking cold. When you went into his room for the first time, it had been on your third date. You'd both gotten a little tipsy and were eagerly pulling each other's clothes off when the large double doors (dude is bougie as fuck) slid open when you were nearly knocked over with what felt like the fucking tundra.

Of course, Vox teased you with a shit-eating grin as he watched you shiver. You'd tried to complain about the ridiculous temperature as you attempted to pull your shirt back on, but Vox's hands were on your wrists in an instant. The way your body reacted to the cold was one of his new favorite things. He relished in the way goosebumps decorated your skin and he wasted no time in showing you just how much he appreciated how the cold affected your tits.

It didn't take as much convincing as he expected when he asked you to move in with him. Only after a few months of dating, he was already determined to spend the rest of eternity with you. He expected you to protest due to how many times you woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold because Vox kicked all the covers off in his sleep. He expected you to hesitate because of how much you hated getting out of bed due to the cold. But instead, you said yes immediately.

"Yeah, waking up in the morning sucks," you admit as he questions your willingness. "But on the mornings you haven't left early for work, it's worth it because you're there."

Vox was so unbelievably whipped from that day on. He went to the development team and had them make you a giant heated bean bag that you used obsessively. He'd lost track of the number of times he'd come home late after a long day at work, only to find you wrapped up in a dozen blankets and in your favorite hoodie, all cozied up on the shark patterned heat.

Sometimes you have to kick his ass for stealing your hoodies. He didn't need them! You needed them! You were going to turn into a popsicle, meanwhile a refrigerator might as well have given birth to your silly boyfriend. He just liked making you try to take it off of him. And he liked that it smelled like you.

[buggitino]

more headcanons about sebastian solace from the hit game pressure roblox

back on my bullshit and i promise i only talk about The Situation a little bit

☆ his third arm is more sensitive than the other two (i'm thinking that either the USHD doctors fucked something up during the operation OR it grew in wrong, nerve endings closer to the epidermis and whatnot, something like that)

☆ just hates being touched in general, he’d rather initiate that contact (need an update where he gently —> not very gently shakes expendables off (depending on whether and how much they’ve annoyed/flashbanged him) when they climb him) ☆☆ part of this is due to trauma, he cant trust anyone to touch him without hurting him ☆☆ the other part is that he’s got that fucking dawg in him (i’ll get to this in a second)

☆ unlike what his new voice lines are starting to suggest about his character (i’m not gonna talk about zerum again because i think everyone knows what's happening at this point and ive already thrown in my two cents) he does NOT hate the expendables. literally his first line upon meeting him in his shop has him calling himself your friend (as strained of a connection as it may be, he could very easily not offer items, not share documentation/info, and just take the expendables data and hoard anything he picks up to make it harder for them to get to the crystal) (like yes, it's a mutually beneficial relationship but if sebastian didn't care about or sympathize with the expendables to some extent, it wouldn't be). i really do think he just has a short fuse (i'm not going to bring up trauma again, however-) and says things he doesn't mean (e.g. “they deserved it. and frankly so do the rest of you.” (im coping with the mischaracterization of these new lines leave me alone)) as a means of protecting himself and pushing the expendables further away (both physically and emotionally)

☆ he’ll act like a brat once they’re done, but he lets younger expendables sleep in his shop (he cares about them but would never in a million years let them know that) ☆☆ if a younger one comes in with a bunch of adult expendables, he’ll treat them all the same but will secretly slip the younger one some extra batteries, gauze, something unnoticeable (he feels especially responsible for the younger male expendables cause they remind him of his little brother)

☆ sometimes he thinks he can hear his family's voices on the radio, just under all the static, calling out for him like a search party would. he used to cry over this but he almost got caught once by an expendable coming into the shop so he does his best to tune it out. it’s hard. guilt pulls at his stomach every time he hears a clip of his family, begging for him to come home, to respond, something, anything, and he ignores it.

☆ autism (cause i said so) - i'm including this one for the sole reason that he does the dinosaur thing with his third arm and generally keeps his hands clasped together in the secret dinosaur position (he just like me fr) ☆☆ hates bright lights (the only light he uses/allows in his shop is the one he emits) (its a very soft/warm hue as opposed to the bright fluorescents throughout the rest of the facility) (not to bring up the flash beacon, obviously nobody likes getting flashbanged and he's got angler eyes but sTILL)

☆ he used to hate eating fish (pre-op) and now he’s pissed cause it’s all he has available and the DNA changes made it so fish is the yummiest tastiest thing in the world (i like imagining him actively fighting the urge to eat whatever fish he’s cooked in one bite cause he refuses to acknowledge that he's changed on a level that isn't physical/appearance-based)

☆ calls grown adults “kiddo” (even the ones that are older than him) ☆☆ he gets a certain kind of joy from seeing the 40/50/60 year old expendables try to figure out just how old he is after they get called “kiddo”. it’s extra fun for him when they’ve clearly already heard the rumors and/or gotten a glimpse of his file

☆ the ring is just an accessory, a bracelet on the floor or in a locker he found and liked. assumed nobody was gonna claim it and kept it (shoutout to @/lotus.eaterr on tik tok for this one!!!!)

[theredtours]

MASSIVE TAYLOR SWIFT CD SALE! INCLUDES NEW ITEMS

Hello, and happy holidays! I'm Chloe, a big Swiftie, and even bigger CD collector. I've been collecting for the better part of thirteen (!!) years now, and in that time, have managed to end up with a... few... duplicates in my hoard. It's time that those repeats go to new Swiftie homes, where they will hopefully bring as much joy to you as they once did to me, and what better time than right before the holidays? So before I post everything (which will be under the cut) I just kind of want to give an overview of how this will work. A sort of FAQ, if you will.

1. To claim an item, you will need to message me. And yes, I do mean mean "message," not "ask." This way ensures not only that Tumblr won't eat your request, as it loves to eat inbox mail, but also so that I can then have a conversation with you about where to send the item(s). 2. I will only accept Venmo/PayPal as forms of payment. Venmo is the preferred method, because they don't charge any sort of fees, but I am aware that Venmo is not available internationally, and PayPal is the safest alternative. Shipping for one single item across the US is about $5, so that's all I'll ask for it. 3. I will ship internationally, but you must prepare for delayed delivery. Since it is the holiday season, I cannot guarantee that anything sent overseas will arrive before Christmas. Please keep this in mind before ordering. Furthermore, in this case, I will ask for the cost of postage in a second payment, and then will provide you with a tracking number in return. 4. If you are buying more than one item, I will combine shipping. Because I cannot possibly guess the cost of shipping for multiple items, I will send a second invoice for the cost of shipping, along with a tracking number for your package. 5. No returns/refunds are allowed. All sales are final, as the whole idea behind this is for me to lighten the load. I have multiple pictures of each item (most of which will not be posted here to avoid making this post even longer), and will send them your way upon request.

Items will be marked as SOLD as they are purchased, so make sure you are checking the post on my blog and not just via reblogs before inquiring! All purchases will be mailed out within three business days of receiving payment. I will also message you to let you know exactly when they go out!

Thank you for taking the time to read this; merry Swiftmas!!

ITEMS FOR SALE

Taylor Swift (Promo Version) SOLD

Beautiful Eyes EP (Walmart Exclusive) SOLD

Fearless Platinum Edition (Target Exclusive) - $25 - TWO AVAILABLE This version of the album comes with additional DVD content--specifically, it's two of the songs she performed at Clear Channel Stripped! The case has some minor cracks and the "sticker" is just a reprint for identification purposes, but both discs and all inserts are in really good condition! The second copy is basically identical, but I can send pictures if you're interested in seeing it specifically.

Speak Now (Starbucks Exclusive) - $30 Nothing on the CD is different from other US versions of this album, but this one, sold exclusively at Starbucks back in the day, comes with a fancy "O-ring" slipcover! Not many were made, so it's considered to be on the rarer side.

Speak Now (Walmart Exclusive) - $15 This version was sold exclusively to Walmart and contained a cute little coupon for Covergirl products! Unfortunately, this copy did not come with the insert, which is why I'm selling it off. The only notable differences between it and any other standard copy of Speak Now are the catalogue number and UPC. All the songs are the same.

Red SOLD

Red (Starbucks Exclusive) - $30 This Starbucks exclusive "digipak" version of Red folds in the middle, much like a vinyl record! It does have a small fold in the cover (see the first photo), but the CD and booklet are in perfect condition. This copy was sent to me with the second disc from the Target version of Red, so it will also be included with this purchase. You're basically getting the deluxe version in a cool, rare case haha. :)

Red (Costco Exclusive) - $30 Yes, there are a few minor case cracks on the front side (thanks, kitties), but the album is still sealed and comes with its insert! What sets this rare version aside from its peers is the hype sticker on the front, and the inclusion of a flyer that, while no longer valid, once allowed you to download 3 additional Taylor Swift songs for free!

Red (Deluxe Edition) (Target Exclusive) SOLD folklore: "meet me behind the mall" edition - $15 This version was sold exclusively on Taylor's website! Though it's no different than the one you can get at Target content-wise, it does have a different catalogue number and UPC, so if you're into that sort of thing, this is a steal. Plus, it's brand new!

folklore: "in the weeds" edition - $20 I'm only charging a little extra for this one for two reasons. One, it is a little more sought-after, so if it doesn't sell here, it's going to eBay. Two, it's the EU version (which means nothing content-wise, just catalogue number and UPC-wise), so it cost a little more to get it to me. This one also was a website exclusive, and it's sealed!

TTPD: Down Bad (Acoustic Version) - $10 Back in June, this was one of two versions of TTPD posted exclusively to Taylor's website. My post office lost my order, so I ended up contacting the store to get a new one sent out. Months later, the package mysteriously arrives! Here's your chance to own that surprise CD!

TTPD: Guilty as Sin? (Acoustic Version) - $10 This CD was also part of the lost package! It too likely has mysterious teleportation powers*, and for the fine price of ten bucks, could also magically show up at your house soon! *This statement has not been proven as fact by the author.

TTPD: The Manuscript (Collector's Edition) - $30 This one was sent to me by mistake when ordering another item from the webstore. They let me keep it, but I don't need it. Again, their loss is your gain! It's also sealed!

More to come in the following days as I downsize, but this is a good place to start, yeah? Please reblog so this reaches as many genuine Swifties as possible! Thank you in advance!!

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 (Intro)

Jewels, Money, Shiny things- stuff he's been collecting before he stumbled upon you. Now the only thing he's greedy for is you.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Cat Hybrid!Reader, Major fluff!, suggestive themes & heavy flirting, Primal themes (biting, grooming aka he licks her neck lol, scenting, manhandling), size difference because come on this is my content and you know my kinks by now don't act surprised

Additional Content: none yet

Masterlist: to be added

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Jungkook is humming to himself in a good mood as he cuts open a cardboard box delivered, knife cutting through the tape holding everything safely together.

Almost instantly you're in the room with him as well, ducking under one of his arms to catch a glimpse of what he's gotten delivered. "Hey- I've got a knife here, careful." He chuckles, gently pushing you a bit so you sit a bit further away as he pulls out the plastic wrapped item. "Oh, nice! I was worried it might be a little too small.." He mumbles more so to himself as he opens the vacuum packed item, fluffing it up as you watch with wide open eyes.

"You bought it!" You tell him, amazed, and he grins, opening another sealed back that contains a fitting pillow for the human-sized pet bed he'd bought for you. It was a little on the more expensive side for him- but to see your eyes sparkle like that, and watch you grab and drag is towards a sunny spot near his windows is enough of a reward for it.

It's something that you never really experienced prior to living with Jungkook. He's offering you more than just a home, or basic care- he offers love, a feeling of belonging, comfort and a sense of security.

His kind is, on earth, often times compared to dragons for their heavy and alligator-like tails and uniquely diamond-shaped pupils, but mostly for their behavior of collecting things. Food, money, candy- some even collect blankets or pillows or plants, there's nothing one won't attempt to hoard more of if it brings them joy or happiness. Jungkook himself is pretty tame for a Xiro- he only really hoards food and snacks at home, but has started to become rather fond of spoiling you instead of himself. He's got a whole collection of hybrid stuff- medications, supplements, snacks, collars and toys- it's all there, even emergency medical stuff, just in case, because you never know.

He's not only your owner after all, but your mate- lifelong companion, your protector and lover, and he won't ever give you a reason to complain about that fact.

He folds the cardboard box together to throw away later, before he walks over to you, playfully manhandling you around to lay in the, for him way too small, bed with you on top of him. "I might have to put it away again if you lay in it more than you want to be with me.." He chuckles, though you know there's a hint of truth in his joke.

Jungkook is awfully possessive when it comes to you and your attention.

"No, I'll always like you most." You purr quietly, and he offers a happy sounding growl before he closes his eyes, basking in the sun shining onto his body with you. "Nap time?" You ask, and he chuckles, nodding.

"Nap time."

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Your favorite way of cuddling has become to sleep almost on top of Jungkook.

He's warm, like the sun, and strong enough not to be fazed at all by your added weight on top of his chest either. It also reassures you during sleep that he's still there, and that you're not alone.

Jungkook himself loves it too.

He knows it's sometimes tough to adapt your body to his nocturnal sleep schedule- but very amusingly to him, you're totally capable of sleeping anywhere he takes you as long as he's in reach. It's made it very easy for him to take you to work for example- his job being what brought him to you in the first place, though tonight he's simply offering company to his friends at the small restaurant one of them owns.

It's then that a couple of police officers walk in, clearly not there for simple food.

"Sir- can I check your papers for her please?" A more elderly guy in official uniform asks Jungkook, looking at you who's currently sleeping rolled up in a blanket-burrito on one of the nearby chairs close to Jungkook. It's common for law enforcement to check ID's of hybrids these days, since a lot of them are illegally trafficked on to his planet, cases rising rapidly for reasons no one's entirely sure of yet. It's a little sad to him how earth and humans seem to try and 'get rid' of your kind so shamelessly- but he's no politician, nor does he want to really involve himself into this mess at all.

He's got you, and that's all that matters.

"Sure." He says, used to the procedure as he moves to grab his bag to fetch his wallet. "I only got her identification card with me though, I hope that's alright." He mumbles, pulling out the card in question before he gets out his own, already aware that that's gonna be asked next.

"That should be fine. Just gotta match up the ID tattoo on her to make sure if you don't mind." The officer says, and Jungkook nods.

"Yeah sure." He offers, moving towards you to carefully run a hand over your shoulder first as to not startle you on accident. "It's right here." Jungkook shows the inside of your ear, the officer matching it up by sight with what's written on your ID card, before he nods and gives him back his items.

"Thanks. It's just a routine thing- cases have been popping up left and right these days.." The man sighs, writing something down in a booklet. "Her medical records all up to date?" He questions, and Jimin nods.

"She's scheduled for tomorrow for her yearly vaccinations. They're expiring in two months I think, but we wanna travel soon so I wanted to get it done sooner rather than later." Jungkook chats, and the officer nods.

"Very good. If only everyone was like this.." the man sighs, watching as his coworker seems to argue a bit with a young man and his own hybrid next to him. "I won't bother you any further. Have a nice night." He offers, before leaving to aid his colleague in the argument he's involved in.

You move around a little, wiggling closer to his chair as he sits down again, both Jin and Taehyung emerging from the kitchen, sitting down. "Man, humans are a struggle.." Seokjin sighs, leaning his head on his hand. "Why can't they be nocturnal? I've been working all day, no breaks!" He whines, and you wiggle out your arm to reach out and pat the older man's head. He looks at you with squinted eyes at that, an action that years prior would've scared you-

But Xiro people are gentle giants, you've come to learn.

"Hah, if Jungkook wasn't written on all the documents I'd steal you right away." He complains, and Taehyung laughs at Jungkooks playfully angry face, his tail swiping from left to right.

"You keep your grabbing claws to yourself old hag." He insults the oldest at the table, who's mouth gapes open at the audacity of the youngest.

"How could you!" He scolds. "Younglings these days, wear a sleeve full of ink and think they're free to do whatever!" He shakes his head, making you giggle.

You love the carefree banter Jungkook has with his friends.

You love hanging out with them, their friendship something not commonly seen on earth anymore since the collapse. People aren't really too warm anymore on earth, rather concerned with finding a new villain to blame for everything wrong every day it seems like. So in a way, you're glad Jungkook chose to take you with him back when he volunteered to help give Hybrids back on earth their identification tattooed. It was a form of social work, a publicity thing created to familiarize humans with the Xiro people and their planet. It worked.. mildly successful.

Though it was a win in the lottery for you.

"I should probably head home, she needs to sleep in a proper bed." Jungkook says after a moment, and Seokjin nods.

"Hah, I always forget they sleep during the night. You could just leave her here though-" He offers, though he receives a glare from the younger alien.

"Absolutely not. Get your own, old man." He scoffs playfully, getting up to put on your coat for you. It's pretty windy on his planet tonight, so he's learned to bundle you up to prevent you from getting cold.

"Pah, I just might! Stupid kid." He growls, shaking his head. "Here, take those though. Poor thing is probably living off of nothing but pre-made meals." He gives you the bag full of boxes filled with what he knows are your favorite foods.

"I cook for her, thank you." Jungkook rolls his eyes, before he properly says his goodbyes, your hand in his as you walk home in the lowering suns of his planet.

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You remember how you'd met him.

He was intimidating to say the least- ink underneath his skin swirling around slightly, eyes sharp and piercings glimmering in the lights around him. His tall statue and rather muscular physique definitely didn't help his case either- so it shouldn't have been surprising to him how you'd glare at him as if ready to strike if he'd attempt to harm you.

"You're cute, really, but you gotta show me that pretty ear of yours." He'd chuckled softly, head tilted innocently and his smile almost docile.

A careworker wants to scold you, reaches out- but the man who's name tag read 'JUNGKOOK', holds out his hand in a silent demand to let him handle it himself.

"What can I do to make you more comfortable?" He'd asked, and your ears had slowly relaxed, surprise having caught you off guard. No one's ever asked you a question like that prior to him- you didn't know what to answer to that. "Hm?" He'd pressed softly, and you'd shrugged, looking around nervously. "Thats a pretty tail you have there. My kind has them too." He'd smiled, a grin more akin to a rabbit than the dragons his kind gets compared to, heavy alligator-like tail swaying behind him as if to show it off.

"...is it heavy?" You'd asked bluntly, and He'd laughed, shaking his head.

"Not really no. I guess because I grew up with it, I never really thought about that." He'd told you, casually readying his tattooing equipment while talking to you. "But as a child, my mothers would tell me how I'd always cause trouble with it. I'd empty any table low enough for it to reach!" He'd giggled, and you'd smiled at the thought of the younger version of him knocking down items from tables and shelves, too clumsy yet to quite think about it all.

"I burned mine on a candle once." You'd meekly told him, petting your own tail in search for comfort as you remembered the memory. He must have bright and colorful memories of his childhood- while you barely have anything worth keeping in mind, you'd thought to yourself.

"Well, you better make sure you don't get it hurt again, little thing!" He'd simply offered, before his surprisingly gentle hands had rubbed some numbing cream on the inside of your ear. "Or... maybe I could?" He'd asked, and at that, your ears had fully turned towards him, and made him smile. "Ah, adorable, really!"

"You'd.. take me in?" You'd asked, and He'd shrugged.

"I wasn't planning on bringing an earth-hybrid home-" He'd smiled, before the tattoo gun had buzzed to life. "But looking at you, I feel like I've found what I didn't even search for."

And today, the tattoo on your ear isn't just a Number.

It's also a memory, forever cherished by the both of you.

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There's a low rumbling sound in his chest as he holds you close to himself, nosing along the crook of your neck.

It sounds awfully like those CGI-Dinosaurs in movies back on earth- and you know he's just as dangerous as the directors of these sci-fi movies intended their creatures to be. His heavy, snake-like tail has you wrapped securely to himself on his lap, hands free to roam over your body as if he needs to re-paint your image back into his mind using only his fingers and palms. His tongue traces over your skin, marking you, seemingly on a mission to find the perfect spot, before his teeth bite the skin, leaving his mark on yoir body amongst so many others, chuckling when you begin to squirm a little at his actions, your soft cat tail a stark contrast to his own.

You're like the prey in the python's grip- but this predator has chosen to feast on you in different ways.

"Hm.. are you happy, little thing?" He asks you, and you nod, leaning into him, your soft cat ears brushing against his cheek as you purr- a sound he's learned earth's cats make when they feel good, making him smile. "I'm glad." He offers, laying down with you as his tail curls around the both of your bodies, warm orange glow from outside his home bleeding in and bathing you both in shades of gold. It doesn't matter though how warm the suns on his planet shines-

Your favorite sunspot will always be him.

"I love you." He says, chuckles right after it. "Thays how you say it on earth, right?" He wonders, and you turn a bit, looking at him.

"Depends." You say, chin on his chest while his hand runs over your head, coming to rest on your lower back where your tail is just about to begin. "What do you wanna say?" You ask, and he hums as he thinks.

"I asked Seokjin if he knew an earth-expression for deep emotional care and longing. A word or sentence to make sure your mate knows how much you want to stay close to them, both physically and any other way." He says, and you blush, turning your head to the side on his chest.

"Hm, guess that's love, yeah." You nod. "How do you say it here?" You wonder, and he smiles, hand running up and down your back.

"I commit my life to you." He says softly, hand still before you look up at him. "Thats what we say here- and that's what I say to you." He mumbles, and you can't help but stare for a good moment.

Jungkook and you have been intimate before. You've told each other that you deeply care, that you're mates, that you're in a relationship. But it's the first time you ever talk about love, about something so meaningful as.. well, this. And hearing it from him in such honesty makes your heart race like never before.

"Dont just stare, little thing. Kiss me!" He playfully growls, pulling you up and closer to press his lips against yours, laughing along with you as you roll around in the sheets, getting lost in love and happiness together.

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Humans would look at you both in absolute confusion if they saw you like this, you think to yourself.

Freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, you're halfway laying on the fluffy carpet on the floor, and also somewhat in Jungkook's lap. Well- your butt is in his lap, legs and upper body not- but he's positioned you like this himself, and you've got snacks and TV, so you don't complain.

He's humming the tune of the commercial playing to himself as he brushes out your tail with gentle strokes of the specially designed hybrid brush- your eyes growing heavy with tiredness after the things you've been up to not even an hour prior. Your neck and thighs still sting a little faintly from his lovebites he leaves every time you both make love. You don't mind them though, not one bit.

"Will you be okay later?" He asks, referring to when he'll put you to bed, while he'll go to work later. Jungkook would love to have you sleep close to him at all times- but sometimes, like today, he just forgets that you're not nocturnal like he is, and while you've adjusted somewhat to that, he should've saved up his physical acts of loving you for after he's done working, considering how much be tends to tire you out with that. He teases you a lot about that, but its also another endearing thing to him.

You never complain about anything. You adapt freely to his way of living- so he's doing the best he can to make it all as easy for you as he can.

You nod at his question, yawning as if reminded of your exhaustion, and he chuckles, hand smacking your butt playfully, causing you to whine in complaint- the skin still a little tender from earlier. "Sorry." He says- but you know he's not.

You stretch and turn on his lap, and he smiles watching you, hand running over your exposed stomach, before he leans in to kiss one of his bites at your neck. "Hm I don't wanna leave you here.." he complains a little, moving around to pull you properly on his thighs, though you just hug him, head leaning against his shoulder. "And you're freshly marked up too. Won't have to worry one bit about someone trying to steal you away from me " He purrs, and you just shrug, clinging onto him. "We could take the round bed I bought with us to my studio. Hm? You could always sleep there then, when I'm working." He offers, and you nod after a moment.

He laughs, before he gets up, puts you on the sofa for a moment to get everything ready for his plan. It's a great idea- that way, you'll be comfortable just like at home, and he'll have you close and won't have to worry about you.

When he later comes to work with both you and the round pet bed in a bag, his coworker just shakes his head with a slight smile, already used to the younger alien's actions from years of experience. You easily fall asleep under blankets he places over you after setting up the bed in the corner you choose for yourself, and he already knows he feels a lot better like this, knowing he'll be able to look after you more properly this way.

When his first client comes in, Jungkook explains that you're his- that you're his mate, not just a companion or pet as humans call it, and the young man is understanding.

"I've been visiting the carecenter in the capital." The man named Jimin says, as Jungkook puts down the tracing paper on his back. "I'm worried though- online research made it seem as if Algol isn't a good environment for them.." he mumbles, and Jungkook shrugs.

"She's perfectly healthy, and has been living here for more than two full cycles. Yeah, their circadian rhythm can sometimes make things a bit tricky, but I've gotten used to handling it whenever necessary." He explains, making sure to do his work properly. "You'll have to really study what they can and can't eat though. A lot of vegetables we eat here are poisonous to them, and some of them can't digest dairy well." He offers.

Jimin sighs. "That sounds intimidating." He huffs almost disappointed, watching you roll over in your sleep, tail limp as you're out like a light. "But they seem like such good company."

"They are." Jungkook agrees. "She's probably the best fitting mate I could've ever found." The artist shrugs, beginning to tattoo.

"I mean, they did mention in research that earth-hybrids and Xiro people are surprisingly very compatible, even in genetics." He informs the younger alien. "Have you heard of the couple that recently became parents? And the child is perfectly healthy too."

"Hmhm, I've heard." He nods. "Maybe it'll help our declining birth rates, at least a little."

"Have you thought about having one with her?" Jimin asks, and Jungkook nods.

"One day, probably. We both want that. But not right now. There's no rush." He says as he follows the lines he'd prepared on the skin of the older man.

"Understandable." Jimin nods.

And Jungkook doesn't stop softly smiling as he works, and thinks about your future together.

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[clowns0up-felix]

Coming back to tell you how much I love that little comic with the Chosen Hero and the Hero of Men. There's no dialogue, but it still has a strong sense of sadness and hope. And the parallels between the two are fantastic, I really wish Nintendo gave us more information about what happened between Skyward Sword and Minish Cap because now I'm really thinking about it and how whatever happened had to be pretty scary if the Hero of Men decided it was in everyone's best interest for him to yoink the Chosen Hero's sacred sword from its temple.

All those words to say your art is wonderful and I'm thinking about it and the piece of LoZ lore it represents. ❤️

Ohhhh my go yesssss I would give my life to know more about the hero of men,,, its literally crazy to me that there’s a link that’s just. There. No game no story no nothing. WHO IS THAT TELL ME?? Thinking about who he could’ve been is one of the joys of life but it tends to feel more like writing an OC than expanding on known lore, bc be barely have any,,,

Actually, Ill use this to ramble about what I do tend to think for him here, hope that’s okay!!

I love love love that u said that what was happening during the hero of men’s time had to be pretty scary, bc YEAH. To pull the sword of the first hero and first king of Hyrule (^.^) who probably would kill to not have fi be woken up is CRAZYYYY,,, either he’s oblivious or in a really bad situation,,, What is known about him leaves to believe that he was a knight tho, and they 100% knew about fis resting ground,, It is said that the world was about to be swallowed by evil, which makes me think Botw final cutscene or sksw final girahim type severity of monster floods. So I think hom (ill refer to the hero of men like this for now) link probably saw getting the sacred, legendary master sword as his only chance at saving hyrule.

Idk if he would’ve know himself to be the legendary hero reborn due to triforce mark, maybe he just stumbled across it in an attempt to hide some injured knights in the temple of hylia,,,, Side note on the temple of hylia, love the abandoned look in the comic but it doesn’t really make sense, does it? Bc why would sksw Link want fis resting place to not be well kept? Would he visit before his passing?

Anyway, he takes the sword defeats the monster hoards and gives hyrule a brief moment of safety. He’s made into a high ranking knight or maybe head of the knights (he’s probably rather young still, as that seems to be a theme for the chosen hero and priestess, so maybe late teens, and before having the master sword he was a knight in training?) and then, when the picori/minish come down to earth (i dunno from where, was that ever said? Just from the skies i thiinkkk,,,) he gets the picori blade and I think the light force from them. It’s similar use does bring up the question why hom link would use the picori blade over the master sword,, maybe because its a gift and the master sword is like this sacred sword meant to rest and that got him feeling bad hahaha,, Hom link trapped the monsters rather than killing them but I can’t remember if the trapped them in the sword or the chest or somewhere else hmm,,, the sword later turns into the four sword right? (I’m so sorry im too lazy rn to do research 😭) I don’t think hom link would’ve been able to use it as this tho, i think he never got it to a point like this, just used it to save the world once and then gave it away for the contest ^^ In one of the stained glass the sword he gets DOES look like the four sword but i am going to ignore that bc I think i can.

Also, for reasons that I can’t (don’t want to) talk about rn I personally would change it being the 50th anniversary of the Picori Festival instead of the 100th ^.^ also I think hom link would stay a close friend to the royal family partially to protect the holder of the light force which was sealed into his Zelda i think and passed down to her children and their children yk,, and don’t tell anyone I said this but he is alive during minish cap and ezlo was one of the minish that gave him the blade during the Force era ;)

I also think the minish weren’t really ever introduced to the public but instead kept in strict contact to the royal family and those they trusted, which is why during mc basically no one knows about them, and those that once did are already fairly old or dead.

I’m not gonna read this over, hope everything makes sense and is coherent

Thanks for the ask !!!!! Drawing the comic was so fun I’m happy u like it :D

[sweetteaanddragons]

A snippet from my “Elladan and Aragorn get stuck in First Age Beleriand” WIP.

. . .

“Elladan?” Aragorn asked urgently from the other side of the small camp they had at last dared. “Is aught amiss?”

Elladan could not quite help laughing, high and bitter, at that. “Aught else, you mean?”

Aught else besides the fact that they were mere miles from the worst battlefield in elvish history. Aught else besides the fact that they were several millennia away from home. Aught else besides the fact that they were desperately hiding behind the best illusion Elladan could sing up while roving hunting parties of orcs - and far worse monsters - hunted for the scent of elvish blood - a liquid they had all too much of, thanks to their wounded and currently nameless companion.

Besides all that.

Aragorn only regarded him steadily, concern in his eyes, and Elladan abruptly regretted that he was no longer little Estel, who would have blushed and looked away instead of looking at him with eyes that were uncomfortably like Elladan’s father’s in their seeming ability to peer into souls.

Because there was, of course, something else.

He looked away, into the dangerous darkness overlaying the trees. “It has occurred to me to wonder what my father will say if I have to tell him that I got you killed over a handful of rocks.”

“I would certainly prefer to avoid that as well,” Aragorn said dryly. “Although it is not quite a fair summation of events regardless.”

Elladan’s mouth twisted, but he didn’t protest further; Aragorn would not concede the point, and it would bring Elladan no joy if he did. Aragorn might have pushed the matter further, but their patient - or, more accurately, Aragorn’s - had the good manners to quite conveniently moan, drawing his attention away.

There were a great many other things to be more immediately concerned about, but it had been thoughts of his father that had put the stricken look on Elladan’s face, and he found it hard to shake such thoughts now.

There had been many times over the years when Elladan had been forced to bring the news to his father that another of Elladan’s cousins had fallen. In battle, to an illness they had not had time to bring them to Elrond to heal, on truly rare occasions to old age - it was always a heavy duty, but it was a duty he could bear.

He had never yet had to bear the news that he had gotten one of them killed, and he truly, deeply, devoutly did not want to begin with Estel.

There had been times, of course, where he wondered if he could have done something different - if he had ridden faster, left earlier, fought harder - but there had never been a true case for blame.

He had never before, for instance, gone into a troll cave with one of his mortal cousins and completely lost his head over an obvious trap.

It had been a set of silver pins that had caught his eye - pins hung with little bells, decorated with tiny sapphires, silver somehow untarnished.

They had looked exactly like the pins that his mother had worn when she had ridden away, never to return whole. They had been missing when they had at last found her, though it had not been until they were carefully packing her most treasured things away to send with her across the sea that anyone had realized.

It had not occurred to him to wonder how the pins could be so gleaming, here amongst the filth of a troll hoard. It had not occurred to him to think anything, beyond his rage that anything of hers should be kept in the filth and the dark.

He had reached to snatch them up, despite Estel’s warning cry.

And for his pains, he had landed them on the edges of the worst battle he had ever imagined, much less fought in. For a moment, he had thought them in Dagor Dagorath itself, until he had seen the banners.

He was still not quite prepared to accept those banners.

How they’d survived, he had no idea; his memory was not quite as perfect as an elf’s, and he was grateful for that hint of mortality now. All he knew was that it was over, Estel was still alive, and they had even managed to snatch one poor elf away from - from something’s blow as they went.

(A balrog. He was nearly certain that had been a balrog. He had screamed defiance at a balrog - )

Said elf had been barely able to stand, so Estel had dragged him with them as they ran, which could have been a mistake on a practical level if it hadn’t kept anyone from shooting them in the back for retreating with rather less organization than everyone else was.

. . . People had been surprisingly helpful, even.

But all of that paled next to the thought that they were in long lost Beleriand, home of a thousand dangers, and, if all those failed, millennia away from any time familiar to them. Even if Elladan managed to get home the long way, Aragorn certainly would not.

And then he would have to face his father and tell him he had gotten Estel killed over a handful of metal and rock.

Bad enough to get anyone killed in such a way; worse for it to be one of his cousins; unthinkable for it to be the last of his cousins, the current last of Elros’s direct line.

And worse than all of those for it to be Estel, who had chased after them as a child, who had played with his little wooden sword with such seriousness, who had grown up grim and strong and still so, so concerned with what he saw when he looked at others with eyes that scraped right through their souls.

His father, who had managed to forgive the Feanorians, might someday forgive him. Elrohir and Arwen never would.

Nor, for that matter, would Gilraen, who might kill him outright. He would probably deserve it.

[prophetofhope]

I am thirteen years old, sitting in my grandmother's kitchen. The television is turned to some news channel, as it almost always is between runs of Soap Operas and The Big Bang Theory.

GAY MARRIAGE FEDERALLY LEGALIZED the headline reads, with a background shot of the front of the Supreme Court building. There are hoardes of people gathered out front, with rainbow flags waving high. The camera pans past two men locked in an amorous embrace, and joy is written across every line of their bodies.

I'm trying to keep my reactions neutral, but my grandmother shoots me a knowing look when she says 'Its about time, ya know. I mean come on- it's 2015!'

I am filled with hope. The world that I will go into is more fair and equal for people like me. Surely, it could only get better from here.

Time passes. Things change, fluctuate. I become more educated on things like queer history, I become more aware of what it took to win that victory. I become more aware that what we have could be taken from us at any time. I start to see the patterns. I start to hear the dog whistles. I start to understand that progress is not linear. I learn more and more. I start to notice parallels. I realize this may all be harder than I anticipated.

I see the writing on the wall years before anyone around me. I sound the alarms, but I am told to calm down. My entire highschool career is spent debating 'devils advocates' and avoiding reckless drivers in the parking lot with MAGA flags flying from back of the lifted pickups their parents bought them.

I am twenty-two years old, just a little less than a month shy of my 23rd birthday, standing alone at work. My phone is tuned to a Livestream of the 2025 inauguration and I am physically standing at least five feet away, outwardly cringing at every new word. I can listen or I can watch- I can't bring myself to do both.

I am waiting for him to say something about trans people- about me, about my wife, about my best friend and so many of the people I hold dear- praying that he won't but knowing that he will, that fear of us is part of what won him the seat and he isn't likely to let up now.

"It will be the policy of the United States that there are only two genders, male and female," he says.

I swear out loud and silently thank the universe that I'm the only one staffing the store right now. None of this is unexpected but all of it is still devastating. It still wounds that thirteen year old inside me who saw only progress on the horizon less than a decade ago.

I am still filled with hope, though now it is purposeful- it is resistance. It is a cultivated and hard-won 'fuck you' to keep hoping for a good world even as powerful men vow they won't let that happen. The world I have grown into is not fair or equal for most types of people, but we have no choice but to keep going from here.

I am thirteen, and the future is bright.

I am twenty-two, and I am ready to fight for it.

[ivebeensetonfire]

Strength. Why is it, that I am at my strongest when it is in service of another? Why, when alone, do I struggle to bring my tenacity, my will, and my power to bear? Why is it so easy, when I know another can benefit? When I am exhausted, beaten down, fatigued, and broken, I know I have nothing left. But a single request, a hint that my little brothers may need my help, and a well is tapped deep within me. In a wink, my weakness flees, like a faint mist before the blazing sun. A flood of power, of strength, of vitality surges through my veins. I come to aid, a thunderous presence, bringing all my strength to them. Whatever opposes them, be it small, nigh insignificant, or large, seeming indomitable, I am behind them, and will do all I can to see them succeed. When it is over, the strength retreats, like a dragon taking flight back to its hoard. The exhaustion returns once more, sweeping over me as I seek my rest. Why when I need that strength to care for myself, is it inaccessible? Where does it go? And why is it only awoken by the plaintive cry of another? No greater joy have I had than this: to bring my full might to bear in service of another. So may we all, one day.

[a-cakehound-or-critter-a-day]

OUGH your art brings me so much serotonin i don’t even know how to describe it in proper words, i have a request for a cream wolf playing tug of war with a little hoard of cakehounds, i think that would heal something in my soul

best regards,

-crow anon

DAWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! <:') it warms my heart that my little doodles bring you joy!!! also!! bonus sketch hound!! as- fun fact I already sketched out a lil cake wolf doing this with a group of em before this was sent! 'xD

thought Id share this lil sketch for now while I work on a cream wolf version, and finishing this up for a day in the future >:3!! thank you so much again for the kind words and request!! <:3

[serene-sun]

˚⛰︎ミ☆𓆦𝕭𝖎𝖌 𝖗𝖊𝖉𓆦☆彡⛰︎˚

Pairing: papa of your choice & teen reader (platonic)

Genre: fluff! Comfort!

“Mm, sleepy.” You mumble under papas throw blanket that draped across you and him on his big leather sofa as a movie played.

He pets your head, trailing his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp. The feeling makes you uncontrollably moan.

“Cold…” you pout, wiggling more into his back against the couch.

“Come on Angelo, let’s go to bed, it’s far past your bed time.” Papa whispers, his words blowing strands of hair out of your face.

You moan more, too sleepy to move. Papa catches on and decides to motivate you.

“Oh, but guess what papa found in the closet?” Papa teases.

You perk up, unable to hide your love for surprises.

Papa leaves the room, only to return moments later with a familiar red blanket in his arms.

You gasp, recognizing the fabric immediately.

“Wher-?” Before you can ask where he found it, he answers, “ghouls were hoarding it”

You run off to papas big bed, and attempt to get on the tall matress.

“Jeez, it’s seen better days.” He shakes his head.

You motion for him to throw it over you, only to have a bit of sadness swell up in your heart.

It’s….so small?

Papa sees the look of disbelief in your eyes, and sighs softly with a soft smile.

“You’ve grown up allot!” He reassures you.

“But…” you give up, trying to figure out how the blanket shrunk.

“Oh, amore..” he says, brining you into a big hug across his bed as tears swell up at the realization that you weren’t a kid anymore.

“You know…I remember like it was yesterday that we had to franticly search for you under this raggy old thing you were so small.” Papa tells you, petting your hair once more

“It was like a mountain.” You try to distract yourself from any negative thoughts and feelings intruding.

“But amore, it’s just a blanket. I know it holds so many good memory’s, but it’s just fabric! Just because you have grown out of being a small little child doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to feel that love, or be treated differently. I’ll still give you a bath if you please, and you know I don’t mind when you sleep with me.” Papa whispers into your hair as he rests his chin on it.

“I didn’t think time would go by so quickly.” You sigh, the tears spilling from your cheeks.

Papa hums, “I remember how you would even take it to the trampoline, even on joy rides around, and of course down to the basement during bad weather.”

You simply nod, remembering all the years the toughen red fabric releases as you hug it more.

“Oh jeez, it’s late. Come on.” Papa motions for you to lay back down as he gets under it as well.

You can practically smell all of the summer nights on it, as well as the cold winter ones. The feeling of the blanket brings you back to the feeling of the winter cold on your cheeks, but the blanket would bring you that warmth that was of a humans body. It even gave you the faint hearing of the heat Turing on, and how it reminded you of coming home from school and plopping down on the couch that was perfectly over the vent. The big red blanket also brought you back to laying on the trampoline, and how the twinkly lights of the stars speared at the sun was swallowed by the hill side. And how the frogs and crickets sing their lullaby as the moon wakes up, or how the wind would play with your hair as the campfire would crack and warm your feet and hands. Even when you had it draped around yourself at the table playing card games with the ghouls, mountain would look at your cards and help you out since you insisted you ‘knew how to play’, never once, unlike Swiss, did he cheat though.

But now that you had grown more, You found yourself in papas arms falling asleep, even more importantly, wrapped around the warm comfort big red.

A/n: huh what I’m not crying and projecting my childhood trauma into my work??

[cookingwithsolomon]

All is (Not) Calm, All is Bright

Hello @cinnamon-bunni! I was your Secret Santa for the Obey Me! Holiday Exchange 2024. I had a lot of fun writing the dynamic for the older brothers, and I hope you enjoy! Happy Holidays! ❄️💜

I will also include the Ao3 link below!

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Lucifer is going to strangle his brothers. 

In this case specifically, he is going to strangle both Mammon and Leviathan for waiting until the last possible moment to tell him they still need to do their Christmas shopping for their younger brothers. 

Lucifer sits in his study, head in his hands as Mammon and Leviathan both trip over their explanations (and try to blame each other for waiting until the weekend before Christmas to do any of their shopping). 

“Enough.” he snaps, stopping them before any violence starts. He settles his gaze first on Leviathan, who gulps. 

“Leviathan, you’re usually more on top of your shopping,” he comments, knowing the third born was more inclined to shop online than brave the chaos of holiday shopping. 

“I-I had a lot going on this year!” the Avatar of Envy exclaims. “Between group comebacks and fan events and conventions, my schedule has been packed! I’ve barely even had time to game.” he pouts. 

Lucifer’s eye twitches as he holds up his hand, leveling Leviathan with a silencing look before turning his attention to the second born, who has been suspiciously quiet thus far. 

“And you?” Lucifer asks, already dreading the answer. 

Mammon shuffles his feet while Leviathan glares at him, clearly already privy to whatever has held back the Avatar of Greed from doing his share of holiday shopping. Lucifer finds this exceedingly suspicious, considering how much Mammon loves to spend his (and sometimes others, i.e. Leviathan’s,) money. 

“I, uh, just haven’t had tha chance.” Mammon says, avoiding Lucifer’s death stare. 

Lucifer buries the urge to scream and stands. 

“Then we will go now.” he says, striding over to the door and throwing it open. Mammon and Leviathan look at each other nervously before following their eldest brother out of his study and then out of the house, wondering what was in store for them. 

Leviathan gulps and takes in his surroundings, shrinking in on himself as he watches hoards of demons milling around the mall. Obviously he and Mammon were not the only ones who had put off their holiday shopping (but you didn’t see any angry elder brothers herding them around). 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mammon already taking inventory of his favorite stores, Lucifer watching him closely with his arms crossed. Levi swallows a snicker, knowing that if Lucifer lets Mammon free, no presents would be bought for their younger siblings. 

“Let’s stay together,” the Avatar of Pride suggests (orders). Leviathan doesn’t dare argue, resigning himself to an afternoon of torture (although getting to see Mammon tortured too brings back a little of his joy) and he begins mentally running through the list of gift ideas for his younger brothers and what stores they’ll need to visit in order to get everything done in one trip.

As the brothers begin their trek through the mall, Leviathan keeps his distance, watching as Lucifer and Mammon bicker in front of him. He can only pick up bits and pieces of what they’re saying, but he picks up something about a spending limit and how Mammon feels it “wasn’t part of the Christmas spirit!” and he laughs under his breath at Mammon’s antics, glad to not be a part of them for once. 

They make their first stop at a beauty store, each demon purchasing an item off Asmodeus’ (very long) Christmas list. Leviathan decides on a perfume he thinks would fit the Avatar of Lust; one that begins with hints of citrus and then settles into a more floral fragrance (he’s done a lot of research, okay?). He also helps Mammon and Lucifer with their gifts (those normies) to save them from Asmodeous’ wrath should they only purchase him gift cards (they’ve all made that mistake once; never again). 

Feeling proud of his accomplishment, Leviathan leads the trio to their next stop; a bookstore. Among all the brothers, Satan loves books the most, and has such an extensive list of wants that Leviathan simply settles for a gift card, knowing that it would suit the Avatar of Wrath better than choosing the wrong edition of whatever book was on his list (they had all learned from that mistake, too).  

Leviathan also purchases a book about the history of poisons and potions for Belphegor, who has a penchant for such subjects. He shudders to think what the Avatar of Sloth will do with such a book, and vows to stay on his good side for the foreseeable future. 

After making his purchases, Leviathan gazes around the shop, spotting Lucifer perusing the small collection of vinyl's that were offered, and Mammon absorbed in the latest edition of Devil Style. Not wanting to interrupt, he takes the chance to take a break and orders a Bufo Egg Milk Tea from the connected cafe and settles at a table to wait.

Mammon snorts at the article he’s currently scanning in Devil Style about the best ways to earn extra money quick. He’s tried them all and not one has worked! All he’s ever gotten for his hard work is being strung from the ceiling by Lucifer. He scoffs, throwing the magazine back on this display and looking around for his brothers. 

He sees Leviathan sitting in the cafe, drinking his weird milk tea concoction and scrolling through his phone, and Lucifer in the corner pouring over a vinyl Mammon knows he’s been eyeing for a while. 

He smirks, knowing the timing is right to sneak away to finish some of his own shopping before the other two notice. He’s been working hard this holiday season to save up, and the Great Mammon has things to buy!

After successfully escaping (walking out) of the bookstore, Mammon swaggers towards the clothing store he’s been eyeing since they first walked in, fully intending to pick up a coat he’s been wanting since last season. But as he walks through the door, a pair of red leather gloves catches his eyes and he pauses. He’s noticed over the last few weeks that Lucifer’s were starting to fray from overuse, and he knew the Avatar of Pride wouldn’t replace them until after the holiday season, or maybe even after. How Lucifer allowed his things to fray at all baffled Mammon. He swiped up the gloves and continued his path towards the coat rack where his prize awaited. 

Feet away from the rack, a flash of orange catches Mammon’s attention. He startles, and thinking it was Leviathan tracking him down, he throws himself behind a mannequin. Demons around him gave him strange looks as he comes to his senses and realizes it’s just a beanie (and one that Leviathan would definitely wear). Flushing from embarrassment, he snatches the hat from its display and pushes forward. 

Finally reaching the rack holding the coat, Mammon silently rejoices, sifting through the options to find his size. After checking twice and not finding his size, he begins to panic. He races to the front counter, surprising the demon working the counter. 

“H-hello, how may I assist you today?” they ask, clearly taken aback by Mammon’s frantic behavior. Mammon points behind him to the coat rack.

“Do ya have that coat in X size?” he demands, staring at the other demon as they turn to check their computer system.

“Ah, I’m so sorry, but it looks like we just sold out of that size.” they apologize. Mammon curses and falls to his knees. All that hard work and once again his plans were foiled! He gathers himself and stands, placing his other items on the counter.

“Just these, then.” he says gruffly, pulling out his card. At least his brothers would get what they needed.

Lucifer and Leviathan watch Mammon from outside the store, Lucifer holding a discreet bag containing the very coat Mammon had just been trying to purchase. Lucifer had noticed Mammon eyeing it throughout the year, both in store and online, and wanted to surprise the Avatar of Greed with it. Lucifer chuckles.

“He didn’t even realize I was in there with him,” he muses. Leviathan cackles beside him, rattling off about Mammon being a ‘normie’ and how ‘cringe’ he looked on the floor. Lucifer stays silent, watching Mammon purchase his other items, knowing exactly who they’re for. 

A soft smile adorns his lips; no matter how chaotic his brothers were, at the end of the day they always had the best intentions for each other. 

Keeping his face blank, Lucifer nods to Mammon as he exits the store with his bags. Mammon looks at him suspiciously, but Lucifer gives nothing away as they continue their shopping. 

After visiting a candy store to purchase gifts for Beelzebub (his weight in snacks between the three of them), the brothers decide to call it a day. 

“I’m exhausted,” Leviathan complains, slumped over the table of the restaurant they decided to eat at before heading home. Lucifer sniffs.

“I suppose you won’t wait until the last moment next year then, will you?” he says. Leviathan gives him a nasty look, but Mammon beams.

“I dunno! This was kinda fun.” Mammon says, diving into the plate that was just set before him. Lucifer and Leviathan share a bewildered look before agreeing. Maybe this was something they should do every year; they were able to bounce ideas off each other and cover more stores without getting sidetracked by their own desires.

After devouring their dinner, they finally head home, avoiding their younger brothers as they bring in their purchases, bidding each other goodnight. 

All things considered, Lucifer thought it had gone quite well.

And seeing all of his brother’s faces as they opened their gifts on Christmas morning? That made it all worth it. 

[meditativedeer]

autumn rules

embrace sad girl autumn with all your might seasonal depression is no match for my love of being cosy and joyful

source the softest thickest blankets ever I have a big green one wrapped around me right now

waking up in the pitch black for work or school? play evermore or folklore. I am not even a swiftie just trust me on this one ok

bedtime has never been more important - hot liquids and tv

find some broody academic creative outlet. I have returned to writing short films

this one is for my girlies who aren't in school right now; find a short course to do online preferably humanities subjects and sit in a coffee shop and STUDYY tis the season to be clever lalalalala

walking boots and raincoat and FOREST WALK bonus points if you bring a flask of tea or coffee

pumpkin carving I don't even think I need to say it

listen the Pinterest girls are geniuses take their advice just write out a list of autumnal activities to do just do it for the fun of it im doing it right now

bubble baf

porridge season throw some cinnamon apples or frozen blueberries or raspberries in there make a potion

ITS PLUM SEASON eat as many plums as humanly possible

so much tea

big chunky headphones

hoard jumpers and sweaters its ok to hoard some things and I am a firm believer that hoarding clothes is good for the soul SHOP SECOND HAND PLS

soups stews lentils baked salads noodles

get the bus and sit quietly

pls move and stretch do some yoga go to a class if you can afford it I have never once regretted spending money on yoga

listen to Phoebe bridgers and dye your hair or do something small to switch up your appearance honour this season by reinventing yourself a little bit have fun

spend time with family biological or chosen do an activity go on a walk with a friend go for food

try a new type of beer drink guinness

plan halloween costumes watch scary movies start a new show

get excited for Christmas no its not too early shut up

cut off people who eat your joy its so much easier than you think your world will not end without them it will actually be better and happier

[themculibrary]

Wintery Romance Masterlist

A December Story (ao3) - dot11 leo/jemma T, 21k

Summary: It's December at Shield Security Systems. Amidst the festive party planning and hoards of holiday shoppers, an IT worker (Fitz) and a temporary Admin Assistant (Jemma) meet while trying to prepare a career-changing presentation. When they find themselves working together during a month already filled with so much stress and obligation, tensions rise and tempers are tested. Will they realize how perfect they are together before the clock strikes midnight?

As a Rule (ao3) - Sunshines_Fabulous_Legs steve/bucky, shuri/peter T, 18k

Summary: What was supposed to be a simple journey into the forest to prepare for the autumn equinox leaves Peter and Shuri horribly lost. They must travel through dangerous territory to get home, unsure if they will get home, or even survive.

When a bearded stranger helps them find their way, Peter and Shuri start to have hope. Only to run into a strange man from the bearded man's past. With this pair, Peter and Shuri must fight against a group of hunters bent on chasing them all down. In this fight for survival, Peter and Shuri also discover secrets long forgotten; mysteries that have more to do with them—and the two men—than they would expect.

Framed within a poetic narrative with its own mysteries, "As A Rule" tells two love stories; but will both of them have happy endings?

awash in golden light (ao3) - glim steve/sam T, 1k

Summary: The snow-covered world around them is awash in golden light, on the brink of a new year, and Steve feels the newness, the joy and warmth, in the press of Sam's mouth against his, at the brush of Sam's eyelashes against his cheek as he leans up to kiss Steve over and over again.

Blanketed in Snow (ao3) - ashes0909 steve/tony T, 767

Summary: “I know you’ll say this isn’t the best time for me to point it out, but I mentioned needing a survival bag in this car last month,” Steve greeted.

“And yet…” Tony quirked up a half smile. “Pointing.”

Brightly Colored Little Treats (ao3) - Marv_with_a_v bucky/m'baku T, 2k

Summary: Bucky brings M'Baku another gift and M'Baku asks him out on a date. That's what friends do, right?

Ever Since We Met (ao3) - deweydrops loki/sigyn M, 73k

Summary: Modern-day Logyn AU. Grad student Sigyn is spending winter break scraping by working at a jewelry store, managing her two roommates, and adjusting to life in the city. When ambitious but lonely attorney Loki crosses her path one snowy day, they'll discover how to keep each warm during a winter of ice, snow, and record lows.

Falling Like Snow (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 10k

Summary: Tony shouldn't have been out in the forest alone. It wasn't because he should have feared the 'fearsome beast', it was because he should never have trusted good weather.

Five More Minutes (ao3) - ItsDrippingRed clint/natasha T, 1k

Summary: A shiver ran down her spine as the cold night air bit at her face and attempted to seep in around the edges of her leather jacket. It almost made her miss the comfortable warmth of the bar that Clint had eventually lead them out of.

Let It Snow! (ao3) - Must_Love_Dogs steve/bucky G, 891

Summary: The city is covered in snow, so Bucky and Steve decide to have a perfect snow day!

Love Will Thaw (ao3) - Boopoopeedoo wanda/vision T, 5k

Summary: Cold may have meant home, there may have been beauty in Winter snows, but cold also meant danger. Wanda could not bring herself to like it much.

Well, not until she became an Avenger, and even then, it had taken a while, through quite a few experiences. And not even so much the experiences, but the person with whom she had shared them..

Over the course of her relationship with Vision, Wanda learns to love the cold.

My Heart Melts Like the Snow (ao3) - fangirlSevera clint/phil, bucky/natasha T, 27k

Summary: Clint Barton, wandering contractor, Ren Faire archer, has finally put down roots. He's bought a house, lives close to his best friend, and has a proper boyfriend.

He's determined to have a traditional, merry Christmas and enjoy all the winter fun the Midwest can offer. He won't even let the occasional snow storm or the return of an ex ruin how well his life is going (much).

Soft (ao3) - Jennifer_Collins natasha/tony N/R, 2k

Summary: Natasha and Tony share a special moment during the holiday season.

The Secret Ingredient (ao3) - Brimstone_Assembly clint/matt T, 1k

Summary: After a rough night of superheroing, Clint makes Matt some hot cocoa.

Thin Ice (ao3) - 0_P_A_L steve/bucky, bucky/natasha T, 4k

Summary: Bucky takes to the rink to calm his nerves. Steve tries, but well... Steve tries. And Bucky almost can't take it.

Twelve Times It Snowed (ao3) - Deejaymil steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: It’s impossible, but Steve’s never taken impossible as an answer.

upon all the living (ao3) - ace_verity matt/karen G, 2k

Summary: Matt walks Karen home in the middle of a snowstorm.

Warm skin, cold snow (ao3) - Gabiisfics pietro/peter E, 5k

Summary: Pietro Maximoff walked carefree through the streets of downtown New York, enjoying the cold weather and the falling snow. He certainly didn't expect to find Spider-Man injured and freezing after a fight, wanting to help he takes him to his apartment to take care of him, just didn't expect the situation to get heated, not that he's complaining.

Winter Song (ao3) - sleepygrimm steve/natasha E, 44k

Summary: The Siberian wilderness served as a backdrop as two tortured souls found their way into each other’s arms. And a second chance in love.