#or like a hug. gentle yoinking

[lanternlightss]

HELLO my beautiful mutual. winged ven and his fellow winds for you(and maybe for wingfic inspiration✨(?))

AAAWWWWHHHHHHH

ohh this is soo so pretty and soo so soft hello !!!!! the little twirling and dancing around him 🥺🥺 venti’s little content :3 as he curls into the winds ..!!! everyone having fun !! lifting his hair around and rustling against feathers !!! he is going to be very fluffy after this /lh windswept venti times Two !!

the gentle way the wind arcs around is just so 💕🥺, especially the one by the metal spiked part of his wing. pats and prances upon !!!! ye !!!!!!!!!

[insomniasdelusion]

astro x artist reader where the reader is like "wait ohemgee he doesnt like pictures of him what if he doesnt like being percived in art?? what if he doesnt like me when he finds out ive been drawing him??????" but he like.finds out and is totally okay with it HELP SORRY IF THIS IS A LONG SPECIFIC REQ,,,,

Dude- this is so cute!! I love it <33

Warnings: none!

Astro x Artist!Reader

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A gentle thrum of music played in the air, soft and sweet just like the current moment you were in.

Astro had his upper arms wrapped around your waist and his lower ones massaging your upper thighs, head snuggled onto your stomach with a soft wispy noise that sounded awfully close to a purr.

You had a sketch book resting on his head, humming along with the background music. Your pencil making soft scritchy noises as you sketched out Astro, you didn’t do it often! You never showed him either.. you didn’t know if he didn’t would like it considering he doesn’t like photos. The flashing of a camera made him nervous, making his anxiety skyrocket and usually ended with him MIA for meetings. It was easier to just.. not.

Focusing back onto the paper instead of your thoughts you smiled softly, stars.. you loved this silly little moon. From the fluffy rim of his hat, to his second pair of arm, and all the way down to his two goofy little tails. You did small doodles on the edge of your papers, never really full sketch’s or pieces though. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable! But as people have said, to loved by an artist is to be remembered forever.. or something like that-

You didn’t notice your blue moon partner peaking his eyes open from your lack of movement, looking up at you to see if you had zoned out just to see you staring at the paper. His curiosity peaked slightly, wiggling up to see what you drew.

You jolted at the sudden movement, looking at Astro you moved the sketch pad closer to your chest blocking his view of the paper.

“Whatcha doin?”

You ask confuzzled.

“..was just wondering why you were staring at the paper, bad sketch..?”

He asked his voice a little raspy but no louder then a whisper, titling his head, you normally always showed all of your drawings! He loved to see you get so excited about and then go into detail about all of what you did.. it just made him so happy to see you happy.

“Oh! Nonono, just thinking is all!”

“..could I see?”

“I- uhm, I don’t think you’d like it Azzy”

You squeaked, a little nervous, Astro how very just blinked at you confused. He loved all your art! Even if it looked terrible!

“Mm.. well shouldn’t I be the judge of that?”

He smirked, a little sass lacing into his voice.

“Okay smarty pants, but still-“

You huffed back.

A beat of silence passed before your sides were attacked with feather light tickles, you shrieked in surprise before laughing loudly.

“AH- HAHA- A-ASTRO NO!-“

You yelped in between laughs as Astro sneakily yoinked your stuff. He stopped tickling you, looking at the paper his eyes going wide.

You breathed heavily, still getting some of the giggles out before hugging and look at the moon toon.

“That was so unfair!”

You grumbled, seeing him frozen you tilted your head, quickly realizing you don’t have your drawing book in hand your own eyes widen and your heart sinks with panic.

“I-I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have drawn you without your permission and I know you don’t like photos, I’m so so sorry Astro-“

You spilled at nervously, eyes shaking slightly. You felt so terrible, a good partner doesn’t go against boundaries! Why would you do that? You should’ve never made those-

A hand gently setting on your face pulled from your thoughts, you looked up your eyes meeting Astros periwinkle ones.. they had little white spots mimicking stars in them that made you want to fall in love all over again.

“It’s beautiful my moonlight.. I love it..”

He murmured, softly bonking his head with yours.

“Y-you do..? I was worried I’d.. make you uncomfortable”

“I do.. you draw so beautifully love, you made me look divine my dear”

He hums gently, wrapping his other pair of arms around you again, holding you close planting a sweet and short kiss to your head.

“Do you have anymore you can show me..?”

“Mhm”

You nod staring at him with a love filled smile, wrapping your arms around. You’re so glad everything turned out okay, even if it was a little silly..

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Man- I love writing for Astro he’s so just- RAAAHH

[random-writer-23]

~~~Soft girldad Logan, domesticity and fluff because I need him, what is this the 3rd Logan fic in 3 days?! I think I have a problem guys, not edited I just kind of word vomitted this one out so I could write the idea before I forgot it~~~

Girldad Logan would be the softest mf I fear, like solely based on the fact that he folded so quickly after kicking Rogue out of his car, like he drove what 10 feet before stopping and taking her with him, and like giving her food and making sure she’s warm and like she’s not even his kid. Shit she got into his car and almost immediately started insulting his trailer and he just let it happen. He literally just said yoink you’re my daughter now, So like imagine the care he’ll have for his own kids!!

He comes home after a long day at work, kicking his shoes off at the door, dropping his keys onto the side table by the door. Grumbling about some shit his boss said at work, rubbing the weariness from his face, when he hears the tiny pitter patter of feet running in the next room, laughter and warmth emanating from the living room and he’s drawn to it. Dropping his tiredness and worries at the door as he walks into the living room and sees his girls playing in the living room. His daughters jump up running over to him.

“DADDY” they squeal as he kneels down to their height opening his arms for the two of them to jump in to, he grunts as they dogpile on top of him wrapping their small arms around his neck burying their faces in his shoulder.

“There’s my pretty girls” He smiles holding them tight against him, his hands resting on the back of their head and he holds them tight, standing up and taking them with him holding them in his arms as his eyes finally land on his beautiful wife. “And there, is my pretty woman” He grins as she makes her approach, she’s positively glowing radiating a warmth he’s grown to need. She wraps her arms around him leaning into his chest and he stands there surrounded by his girls, his family and all the tension and stress from work seeps other of him in waves. His younger daughter squirms in his arms and he knows his time for a group hug is over. His wife steps away, a smile on her face as he bends down putting the girls back on the floor, they scurry off going back to playing with whatever toys they had before he’d entered the room. He straightens up finally able to give his gorgeous wife a proper hello. “And how are you doing lovely” He huffs his voice heavy with stress.

“I’m good” She giggles letting him wrap his arms around her burying his face in the crook of her neck. “How was work” She asks and he groans.

“Shit” he mumbles breathing her in.

“Oh my poor baby” she laughs running her hands through his hair and he grumbles.

“Yeah, your poor baby…. so sad and stressed… needs a little relief” He murmurs his lips finding the junction of her neck placing delicate kisses on the exposed skin weaseling his hands under her shirt resting them on the small of her back as she laughs.

“Logan” she murmurs warningly.

“What, what…” He says defensively lifting his head from her neck. “Is it a crime to want to love my wife?” He huffs, cupping her face with gentle hands.

“No, not a crime but” She doesn’t get to finish as she’s interrupted by their oldest daughter tugging on his arm.

“Daddy come play with me… please” she begs giving him her best puppy eyes.

“Alright alright Im coming” He smiles, reluctantly letting go of his wife, as he follows his 5 year old to the floor of the living room. “What are we playing?” He asks gently and the younger one squeals.

“Princesses!” The older one giggles clapping, as her sister she hobbles over to her dad, still a little wobbly on her feet, he reaches out towards her holding her hand so she doesn’t fall. He watches his wife out of the corner of his eye watching as she sinks down onto the couch a look of relief on her face as she finally gets off her feet. He makes a mental note to take care of her later. He doesn’t even notice his oldest sneaking up behind him with a fluffy princess crown, placing it on his head elegantly. He smiles touching it gently with his hands, and she runs off again to go get a dress for him to help her into. She brings back a pretty dress holding it out to him. He takes it helping her slip it over her head, putting it on her.

“Oh wow!” He gasps, “Look at you!” He smiles as she twirls around in her dress. “So beautiful!” He coos as she giggles prancing around the room. He watches as his wife stands up off the couch, his gaze perks up. “Where are you going?” He asks as the girls dance around together.

“I gotta go make dinner” She says softly and he deflates slightly,

“Oh alright, call me if you need me” she nods and leaves the room maneuvering to the kitchen, turning his attention back to his girls in front of him. His youngest holds a dress towards him whining softly.

“She wants this one” her sister translates, and he nods understandingly

“Oh alright” he takes the dress and slips it over her head and she squeals giggling happily. “Look at you two.. the prettiest princesses in all the land” And they laugh dancing around the room.

“Daddy we want music” the oldest insists grabbing his phone from his pocket holding out for him to unlock it, putting on the playlist of their favorite songs. “And now dance!” She squeals tugging on his hand getting him to stand up and dance with him. They dance for a while slowly wearing him down, he finds it hard to believe that such a simple thing as dancing in a circle would tire him so much, although he is like two hundred years old. But he brushes his weariness off, he’d dance till his feet bleed and he collapses on the floor if thats what it took to make his girls happy. He’d do anything for his girls, for his wife… for his family. He’d fight any villain, kill anyone, go through thousands of armies, and endure all the pain and trauma that led up to this point as many times as it would take to get him to this moment right here. Dancing with his girls, his wife in the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked food wafting through the air. He turns his attention back to the girls who had each grabbed one of his legs wrapping their arms and legs around him giggling to each other.

“I hate to interrupt your fun, but it’s time for dinner” His wife spoke up leaning against the doorframe that led to the kitchen. 
“alright we’re coming” he said gruffly, grunting as he made his way to the kitchen at a snails pace dragging the girls on his feet. In the direction of the kitchen, he makes it through the kitchen door, and smiles as his wife preps plates for everyone. “Alright girls go sit down” He says, and they hug tighter to his leg

“No we wanna keep playing” They whine.

“Come on girls it’s time to eat” He says a little more sternly, and they stand up reluctantly heading to their seats at the table. His wife places the plates on the table in front of each family member. “Thanks Darlin’” He murmured pulling her down towards him so he could kiss her. She giggled settling into her seat next to him, and he dug into his plate, the spaghetti she made settling nicely in his stomach, warming him from the inside out. Once he was done he sat in his chair letting his head fall back as his wife excused the girls from the table so they could go clean up their mess in the living room. He groans watching as his wife stood up, clearing the table and piling the dishes in the sink, he stood up quickly walking over to where she stood, wrapping his arms around her. “And what do you think you’re doing?” He asked his breath fanning across her ear.

“Cleaning up?” She says questioningly and he shakes his head pulling her away from the sink.

“Nu-uh” he huffs, “You cooked, I clean” he says softly, and she smile gratefully.

“Okay well while you do that I’m gonna go give the girls a bath and get them ready for bed” She smiles kissing his cheek and patting his shoulder as she leaves the room, the squealing of the girls in the other room can be heard throughout the house, and if he could bottle the sound and keep it, he’d listen to it everynight for the rest of his life. He quickly finished the dishes heading upstairs to the bathroom, where he opened the door and smiled at the sight of his of the girls splashing and playing around in the bath, his wife rinsing them off, lifting them out the tub, and wrapping them up tight in their towels, drying them off, he laughs drawing their attention to him, and they girls grin waddling over to him in their towels. He picks them up grunting as he lifts them, carrying them to their room while his wife follows behind. He putts them down on the floor of their room, his wife hurrying to the youngest to help her out of her towel, picking out her pjs and helping her into them. He watches as his oldest picks out her own pjs and gets dressed climbing onto her bed and jumping on it.

“Oh, love don��t do that” His wife chastises softly and she laughs thinking it’s a joke, continuing to jump around.

“C’mon sweetheart you heard your mom” He smiles and she slowly stops her jumping, flopping onto the bed, he smiles ruffling her hair, making his way to his wife, who’s tucking the younger one into bed, leaning over to give her a kiss on the forehead. He follows close behind bending down to give her a kiss on the head tucking the blanket tight around her. His wife moves across the room to their other daughter, and she skitters under the covers, giggling.

“Alright calm down love, it’s time for bed” His wife murmurs as he joins her by their daughter’s bed, “I love you sweetie” she murmurs kissing her head.

“I love you too mommy” She replies and Logan repeats his process tucking the covers tight around her body.

“Love you babygirl” He smiles kissing her. “g’night”

“G’night daddy, love you too” she giggles, and Logan follows his wife out their bedroom, turning the lights off and closing the door behind him. He makes his way downstairs flopping down onto the couch and turning the tv on, groaning as his body sinks down into the couch, finally letting the weariness of the day settle into his bones. He focuses on the tv, making room beside him on the couch as his wife makes her way into the room, tiredly plopping down onto the couch, he wraps his arm around his wife pulling her into his side kissing the top of her head, inhaling her scent. He smiles relaxing next to her.

“I love you baby” He murmurs and she tilts her head to look up at him, smiling.

“I love you too” She chuckles, and he smiled as she snuggled into his side, they lay there in silence, and he soon hears her breathing even out as she falls asleep in his arm, he chuckles softly kissing her head again. Sure the life he has is tiring, between his job and taking care of his family, he was left exhausted every night but he wouldn’t change it for all the sleep in the world.

[thevoidscreams]

Omg your writing is exactly what I want and need <3 Maybe some breeding? Guilliman or the Lion (it seems it would fit them the best). Wanting to claim and curious about if their seed could knock up a regular human. Keep up the good work ^^

Day 17

I love blueberry man

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x reader

Warnings: a bit of fulgrim existing, breeding, you get yoinked, your dad sells you to the imperium wattpad style, arranged marriage

The mirror reflected my image back to me as the serf did up my corset.

“You're a very lucky woman. Marrying the Lord Guilliman.” she cooed.

I hadn't felt all that lucky. I'd barely known him a month before I stood at the altar with him.

I could see my father's face in my mind's eye telling me that my husband had been chosen. As his daughter and the princess of our world it was my duty to keep our world from ruin.

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“If you don't do this, they will force our world into submission.”

“But he'll take me away. I'll never see you again.” I'd been crying as he sat me down and hugged me.

“He will be a good husband and this marriage will give us some favorable terms under the rule of the emperor of Terra. He promised us this and he is a good sort of man.”

“I haven't even met him yet.”

“You will tonight. He's our guest of honor at the banquet.”

I fought back tears. This was my duty, my people needed me.

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“Oh don't cry my lady. You'll streak the blush.”

The serf gave me a reassuring pat.

“I'm just so worried that I'll never see my family again.” I admitted in a wobbly voice.

“Oh dear, you'll have plenty of family once you marry Lord Guilliman. He has thousands of sons. And I'm sure there will be a few more along the way now that you're here.”

She said conspiratorially.

“I'm sure you're right.” I admitted.

He was quite fetching I had to admit. Lord Guilliman was a very handsome man and any woman would feel lucky to marry someone like him.

Besides, this marriage would be good for your world. The protection it would afford you from those awful xeno raids was just another thing you couldn't afford to give up.

“What's he like?” I asked absently, my mind wandering. I'd only met him twice now and both times had been with chaperones from both sides.

“Lord Guilliman is very noble, my lady, and he's honorable. Smart as they come too. He's quite gentle with us all as well. Doesn't put us littler baseline people down either.”

She nodded and began fixing my hair.

“Do you suppose he'll be a good husband? A fair one?”

“Oh he'll be the best no doubt. When he's not busy mind you.” I nodded.

“Of course. He has much to do.”

“Aye, he does. Now give us a turn. Let us see you.”

I gave a slow turn and all the assembled hand maids and serfs ooo'd and gushed.

“Well isn't she just the loveliest thing you ever saw?” One of them cooed. They were all so kind and it helped ease my nerves to know that I would have them to help me.

The ceremony had been grand, by all standards, even for someone from my station.

The Ultramarines, my new ‘family’ were giant men in giant suits of armor, my new husband introduced me to so many my head spun.

But my husband and his sons were not the only giants to attend. My new brother- in-law had come to see this, apparently, an odd occurrence.

They varied in personality vastly. But they came bearing gifts and well wishes. Their sons, who I was beginning to understand, were called legions, joined us as well.

Sanguinius and Vulkan had been the sweetest.

I adored them. They did a good job reassuring me as well that I was in good hands. That their brother would be a dutiful husband and that he would not mistreat me.

They did more to put aside any fears I had than everyone before. I couldn't help but trust them.

I looked to my husband who was speaking to another man in purple.

He was lovely, with violet eyes and long silky white hair. He seemed to be teasing his brother and I smiled thinking of my own family.

Hopefully, I'd be able to have a few children soon, it would soothe the ache I knew I would feel.

“So brother, your wife is a darling little thing isn't she?” Fulgrim chirped, I knew it was the set up to something more and I downed my wine.

“If you have something to say Fulgrim then just say it.”

He pouted and lounged in his chair more dramatically.

“I'm surprised you didn't marry her off to one of your captains, or one of your other sons. But I can't say that I blame you.”

“Her father would not accept anyone from a lower station, he was..adamant.”

Fulgrim laughed, it was a silvery sound. “Oh brother, you are so lucky you got to this world instead of me. I would have grabbed her up in a heartbeat. Perhaps I should marry again. To have a sweet little thing to warm my bed.”

“I didn't marry her just to deflower her.” I felt the scowl darken my face.

“Naturally not. But you will, will you not? As her husband you will have to perform and be dutiful. A wedding is only half concluded until it is consummated.”

My cheeks grew hot. “I am not going to discuss my bedroom activities with you Fulgrim. I will do as is expected of me as her husband. But I will mto be a lecherous pervert and run around giving away everything. If you're going to be disgusting, do it elsewhere.”

Fulgrim shook his head at me and sighed.

“Well how about this? Do you think you'll be able to? Will you be able to even make her a mother?”

I was about to reply with some very heated words but stopped. The question shocked me.

“I will do as my duty demands.” I told him simply.

I looked at my wife, she was much smaller than me. Half my height and so…delicate. Sex would be a minefield to navigate. I may not have known her well. But she had been kind, and I felt certain of her good character.

“Pardon me.” I pulled myself away from the conversation and went to my wife.

“They're about to make the speeches. We should return to the table.”

I turned to look up at my husband and nodded.

He offered me his massive hand and I went with him at his side.

“Have you enjoyed your evening my Lord?” I asked softly, he looked at me quizzically.

“I am your husband, there is no need for formalities. Call me Roboute.”

“Ah. Right.” I blushed. “Have you enjoyed the evening so far, Roboute?”

He smiled. It was a gentle gesture and my heart fluttered like a bird trapped in a cage.

“I have.”

People went up to a podium, one by one, giving their admiration and care in the form of stories and well wishes. I learned much from the stories told about his time on the battlefield.

His older brother, Horus, gave a very moving speech before he addressed me personally and wished me luck dealing with his stubborn blood.

People laughed and it was all in good fun. Even Roboute laughed and stood to embrace his brother.

My own family spoke, proud as anything and I felt teary eyed again as my mother wished me luck in my journey as a woman. Telling me how much she loved me.

A few tears did fall and my husband touched my back softly.

After the festivities, people either left or broke into smaller groups to talk.

“Where will we be staying tonight?” I asked Roboute.

He looked down at me and answered in a polite and quiet voice.

“My flagship. The Macragge's Honour. Your belongings will be moved there so we may leave in the next few days.”

I nodded.

My hearts hammered as I realized I would have to sleep with her in my bed, and we would have to at least try for a child.

Oddly enough, it wasn't embarrassment or discomfort that I was feeling. It was a rush like the thrill of the battle before it began.

I was anticipating this new turn in my life.

I swept her up. Careful of her dress and carried her in my arms. “Roboute?” She squeaked.

“Is it not a tradition to carry your wife over the threshold of her new home?”

“It is, but your ship is still in orbit. It'll take some time to get there.”

“Then I will carry you all the while.”

I could feel her heart racing, the same as mine. Was it excitement that made it beat so fast and so loud, or fear?”

I could only hope it was the former. I did not want my own wife to be fearful of me.

That anxiety was laid to rest as she placed her head on my chest relaxing into me. Some of my brothers whooped and cheered as I carried my bride away.

“Have fun brother.” I heard Fulgrim laugh. Oh I would..I hoped.

Roboute carried me the whole way just as he said.

His ship was the biggest thing I’d ever seen.

And his room was bigger than the main banquet hall of my father's castle.

He set me down and touched my cheek softly.

“I want you to be comfortable. Please if this is not something you want, I need to know. But otherwise I am intent to do my duty as your husband. And consummate our marriage.”

I shivered, he was being so kind. I'd heard so many horrible stories of new husbands just forcing that contact on their wives, but here he was offering me a choice.

“I would like..” I thought for a moment, trying not to imagine anything too lewd.

“I would like to try.” I breathed and he nodded.

“Shall I have a serf help you prepare? I am not so experienced in undoing clothes and hair.”

I shook my head. “Let me undress, then perhaps we could bathe and.. get used to one another.”

“A sound idea.” He agreed and began to undress.

His body was amazing. Perfect even. I couldn't help but stare as he revealed his body to me. Laying his clothes over a chair neatly.

“Are you going to undress with me?”

I stared at him dumbfounded and nodded.

He chuckled. “Is the view really all that good.”

My mouth moved before my brain and I blurted, “Oh yeah.”

Roboute blushed, and not lightly either. His cheeks were like the blood angels battle plate.

“I- um, thank you.”

I nodded.

I fumbled a bit gracelessly for the strings keeping my corset together.

I managed but I felt foolish.

I dropped the dress and stepped out of it, moving on the pins holding my hair. Quite aware of his gaze on me.

She was lovely, I hadn't imagined such a thing of beauty would be under all of those clothes. She rivaled even the most masterfully sculpted statues of my home.

I wanted to reach out and touch her skin, it looked so soft.

I resisted, not wanting to be too forward.

“You are very lovely.” I breathed and snapped my mouth shut, having not meant to speak the words aloud.

Her eyes sparkled, just as magnificent as the rest of her.

“I will take you to the bath.” I told her, lifting her until my arms. She gasped and I nearly put her down again.

But get arms snaked around my neck. I find that anticipation returning along with the question Fulgrim posed to me.

Could I give her children? I would have to try.

The bathroom was spacious and the tub would have more than enough room for us both, it could fit several of my brothers and I for a communal bath. But for tonight it was just us.

I ran the water, setting my little wife down on a bench.

“Shall I bring some oils? They feel wonderful after a bath.”

“I've never used them before.”

“I will help you.” I assured her.

Once the water was to an acceptable depth I stepped in, offering her a hand into the hot water.

The water was deeper than I had anticipated, it was like a hot pool.

Roboute took me into his lap and I felt like I was going to faint. He was my husband, but I'd never been alone with a man, other than my father, much less naked with one.

And here I was, sitting in his lap, naked as a bird and feeling all sorts of ways about it.

His hands ran over my skin, massaging soaps into my back and arms.

He was bathing me, like I was a kid.

“I-I can wash myself.” I stammered, he chuckled and it sent rippling little waves through the water.

“I know, but I want you to relax.”

“Oh.”

My hand reached for the bottle and I poured some into my hand, rubbing down his chest, my fingers brushing through the very fine blond hairs there.

He hummed and his hands scrubbed lower.

We spent our time like that, rubbing and bathing one another, I moved closer to reach his shoulders and found myself against something hard under the water.

“Hmm?”

He coughed and apologized.

“Why are you apologizing?” I giggled still confused.

I reached down to try and move the thing out of the way with my hand, grabbing it. Roboute groaned and it dawned on me just what I'd just done.

“oh….” I mumbled and slumped against him. “sorry…” his hand rested on my back.

“Don't be. It's yours to do with as you please.” He mused.

It was, wasn’t it? I ran my hand up and down the length of it. Exploring the velvety softness.

“It’s big.”

“What did you expect?” He breathed, seeming to enjoy the touch.

“Well, I'm not really sure. This is all new to me.”

Roboute sank into the water washing the soap from our bodies before standing.

“Let’s get dry, I’ll rub you down with that oil.”

His towels, like everything else, were massive. I got lost in the plush fabric and my poor husband had to help orient me towards the bed.

I sat on the edge and pulled the towel down to look up at him. He was actively drying his body and I followed his example.

While I was drying Roboute vanished back into the bathroom. He returned with a clay vase of body oil.

“Lay back.”

My body moved, I found myself unable to disobey the command.

He knelt on the bed next to me, his body causing the bed to dip. I had to put out an arm to keep from rolling.

Roboute kneeled between my legs, pouring oil into his open palm.

“Just relax and let me work.”

I nodded.

His hands ran over me bare chest and down my stomach, the oil felt warm applied by his hands.

The big pads of his finger tips massaged my thighs and I moaned as he worked the tension out of my muscles.

He was skilled with his hands.

I was so lost in the feeling I didn’t notice him bending low until his lips were on my throat, kissing and nibbling. My fingers combed through his hair, holding him closer.

“Roboute~” I gasped.

“Yes, my wife?” He purred back. His fingers sliding between my thighs, pressing to my womanhood.

His lips touched mine, one oil slicked finger pushing in. The oil acts as a sufficient lubricant to ease his way in, making me squeak.

“Shall we begin the consummation of our marriage my husband?” I asked, my voice tremulous.

“That was the idea, yes.”

I looked down at her, her body soft under my own. I had certainly made up my mind on the matter. I would bed her as frequently as I was able. We had to make our way back to Terra now, so that I could present her to my father. That would provide ample time to see if our biology was compatible. I was surprised to find that I was beyond hopeful that it was. She was a good woman and I was sure she would care for a family well. I’d also taken her from her home and her family. If I could not provide her with children.. The thought killed me inside. I slipped my finger in as far as I could, watching her writhe under me. Her breaths quickening as I pet her inner walls. The oils mixed with her natural slick. I was fascinated by the way her body pulled my finger back in after I pulled it back. Taking the oil I poured more over her. Tending to her gently. I felt pride with each sound I drew from her soft lips.

“The oil..” She sat up and I felt a rush of worry, was it hurting her? Was I hurting her?

“Yes? What about it?”

“May I see it?” She held out her palm to me and I understood, lifting the jug to pour some into her hand.

“What are you-?” I choked on my own breath as she grabbed hold of my cock, stroking me and kissing my lips.

“Is this good?”

“Very.” It felt good, being touched in that way. The strokes were a bit uncertain at first but steadily grew with confidence as my own voice joined hers.

“I need to prepare you to take me. May I push one more in?”

She nodded and kissed me softly. “Yes, please.”

My ring finger joined the middle and I felt her body stretching to accommodate the width of both. I watched as her face scrunched with pain.

“Breath, deep breaths, it'll help ease the pain.”

She obeyed readily, and my manhood twitched. Would she always obey so well? If so, we were probably going to be doing this even more than previously assumed.

“Good girl. Taking me so well. ” I praised, my fingers pulling out and pushing back in. I added a bit more oil and kept the pace slow and steady, letting her body acclimate to the affection.

I had her there for all of two minutes before her body tensed and her walls clamped around me, my fingers suddenly became a lot wetter and stickier.

“Good girl,” I crooned again, “cum for me, just like that.”

Her hand was still lazily holding my cock and I watched as a thick pearl of precum dripped onto her lower lips. I pushed it in with a thumb.

“I need you, my darling wife.”

Her eyes focused on mine and she reached up for me. Grabbing at me and smiling dreamily. “Then have me.”

I did, lining up my cock and pulling her onto it inch by inch.

If I had thought his fingers stretched me then I hadn't felt anything yet. His cock was thick and filled me completely.

I felt my head fall back and I cried out, but the preparations from before made it not only bearable, but after a point, completely mind blowing.

His cock pressed all the places he'd been petting before.

Making my already tingling nerves shout at the new source of stimulation.

Sunk to the hilt he stopped and I whined reaching up to take his cheeks into my hands.

“I will give you time to adjust, don't worry.” He promised.

I felt myself grumble, grumpily.

“I don't need time to adjust.”

He looked down at me, confusion morphing into understanding, then amusement.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” I whined again.

“Is my princess in need. Does she want me to make the burning ache go away?”

I did. I very much did.

“Yes, I need my primarch to make me feel good.”

His mouth descended on mine and he kissed me hard, his cock pulling out of me before thrusting back in.

“Like that?” He teased.

“Exactly like that.” I panted under him.

He wrapped his arms around the oil from my skin brushing off onto his.

He kissed me, his hips working a steady rhythm.

His body was hot, like the bath water and it kept me warm in the big room. His cock was also hot inside me. I wanted more of this, more love, more touches, more everything.

He seemed to be feeling the same, his eyes were closed tight and I kissed the tip of his nose. He faltered in his pace and I laughed, as he smiled and returned the gesture.

Neither of us lasted very long that first round. I came hard on his cock and he gave me the first of many loads.

The room was quiet, except for our breathing.

I laid in Robute's arms, kissing him over and over.

“I think they were right.” I spoke, breaking the silence.

“Who was right about what?” He asked, puzzled.

“Your brothers. I think you will be a wonderful husband.”

He hugged me tighter and pressed her forehead to mine.

“I will try.”

A month passed on our journey back to Terra. I had awoken the past two days feeling ill. Roboute took me to the Apothecaries on the third day. Fearful I had contracted some ailment while aboard the ship.

We'd been active almost everyday for that month. Except the past three and I was feeling needy again.

The apothecary came rushing in from the lab looking at his father and I with a look of awe in his expression.

“What is it?” Roboute demanded. His son stared at the database and he grinned.

“Congratulations, father.” He motioned to me and I thought I began to comprehend.

“Our mother is with child.” He announced.

Before I could speak Roboute had me up in his arms. Kissing my cheeks and face, laughing and cheering.

“Please, my son. May I have the results. Send them to me.”

Later that night Roboute called his brother.

“Brother! How is married life?” Fulgrim asked delightedly and sipped his wine.

Roboute sent the results to his brother. And watched as the fuzzy green image spat out the mouthful of wine and coughed.

“I guess we have our answer now. Don't we? Good night brother.”

Roboute terminated the connection and went back, intent on celebrating with his wife.

[misschivous]

I feel like Evie is unintentionally very touchy feely with people she’s close with and not in a hugging and cuddling sorta way but yanking you by the collar of your shirt/tie so she can properly lecture you or just empathize whatever monologue she’s going on , actions that give extra power to her words, she speaks with her hands 💯 like whole lotta body language

Here’s a list of things she does frequently under da cut

Depends on her overall dynamic with the person but I’m going to be using mainly Howdy, Poppy and Eddie as examples because Evie is the most….Evie with these three-

Lots of upper body touching- this is something I noticed when I would imagine Evie animated or interacting with characters she has an established dynamic with! Like with Eddie she’s much more affectionate with him considering how close friends they are, touching his face, squishing his cheeks, pulling his arm or just shoving him down into a chair, most of the time when Evie is doing this, she’s being a bit condescending and baby-ing Eddie slightly, Eddie just lets her tbh, like maybe SOME output but he quickly learns that Evie does NOT gaf, just looking out for him in her weird way, I love these two besties omggg.

Moving on, with Poppy I imagine Evie is WAYY less touchy, maybe more calm mannered too, I feel like the two women have a lot of respect for each other, Evie just has this overarching need to show Poppy more challenges to overcome that can make the bird a bit more confident and less timid! Poppy has an overwhelming amount of admiration for Evie, Intelligent and extremely witty/wise, the two just sit across from each other when hanging out, although Evie can be seen multiple times LITERALLY pushing Poppy to something that ‘doesn’t warrant this big of a reaction, trust me my friend!�� But other than that they are good hfhfh.

Lowkey Howdy is surprisingly but unsurprisingly the least showered by Evie’s touch out of the three but what sets Evie’s treatment of Howdy so different from the rest is that she’s WAYYYY less gentle about it, Yoinking his tie, holding his work apron for dear life as she verbally assaults the big caterpillar to quit on being a businessman, stepping on top of the counter so she could look down on him physically- but those are on the most intense days, usually just pinches at the material of his uniform judgmentally as she sits on the countertop, not always but if she has some time to kill, why not get comfortable when condescending such a naive individual, Evie gets more cockier as they spend time together hehehe it be pissing her off the way howdy just takes the verbal abuse with a kind smile, bro looks so captivated every time she goes off

I went so off topic but YEAH Evie can be very in your space depending on the situation, I feel like she has a extremely good sense for who will take her shenanigans and who won’t ‼️‼️

[no-ditches-no-bitches]

Copperchaos Headcanons..

— Ditch prefers hugs more then kisses (icky/j). Tre prefers them smooches

— annoy the shit out of eachother (gremlin rizz)

— ditch is always curious on what Tre is doing. All the time. “What’re you doing?” “Bitch I’m standing tf you want-“

— Tre likes to steal ditch’s jacket on occasions..

— Ditch is more of a summer guy. Tre prefers fall.

— ditch HATES winter. And Tre likes to drag him out into the snow when it’s enough to have snowball fights and stuff.

— both hug eachother while one of them is working (Tre’s probably gentle with it, while ditch can be a bit aggressive.)

— I think they’re probably around the same age but ditch is probably slightly older but idk

— Tre is the responsible one. Clearly..-

— Ditch makes fun of Tre (teasingly not bullying or anything- actually. Yeah. Friendly bullying.) a lot. And for revenge, since Tre is probably taller then ditch, yoinks his hat off and puts it on his own head.

— Tre likes tea. Ditch likes coffee.

— first date was probably ditch’s choice. It was ass. Probably idk.

((Yeah idk I rlly like this ship.))

[fujii-draws]

I’m so sorry to bombard your inbox yet again Fujii but I am losing my mind with homework rn and I must know what your headcanons on Dusknoir’s methods of comforting are🙃cuddling? words of affirmation? acts of service (fixing food or bringing blankets)? I need some escapism and a three month long mental vacation so bad rn fujii it’s absolutely unreal😭😭😭

Ask and you shall recieve!!

Okay in terms of comforting, Words of affirmation is Dusknoir’s go-to. On one hand, he does have a way with words if we’re both being honest! Main-game he is super clever with how he uses them to gain all of Treasure town/Lake Guardians’ trust. (AND THE ENTIRE, GRASS CONTINENT IF IM NOT MISTAKEN??? THE CHARISMA OF THIS WORLD RENOWNED GHOST.) But on the other hand… very good with his words in terms of being super deceptive, as well as persuasive. So that being said— I feel like he’d be articulate with using his words in a gentle, low growl. It does take awhile for both Ribbons and Aimilios in particular to trust his words again, but once they do, it’s… nice.

That being said— his second form of affection (to me at least) is physical affections. I keep thinking abt how wonderfully you put into that one post where Dusknoir’d give the best hugs, lest he trusts himself first. Very, very strong ghost arms, mixed with a soft, fat belly. He’s actually so perfect for iT—

…He’d be intimate with Grovyle and Celebi, as he would be gentle and soft with Ribbons and Aimilios. (At first because he doesn’t trust himself enough to put any real pressure despite how much the two tell him they’re okay… With him and his touch.)

…But once he’s over that hurdle, he continue’s to treat them so delicately because they are just. So precious and dear to him. And by the rare chance he does— he might cave and hug them very tightly near a close-call death situation, or if one of the kids are in need of comfort.

(He also… may or may not get to a point where he gets too comfortable with it, that the cloaked ghost-type just randomly picks up and carries the grass, fighting/steel, fairy type.) (Which he catches himself, slightly apologizing for being so… clingy. Yet continuing to carry the other three. Whom which allow it.)

(I CANT RLLY SAY CELEBI CAUSE AT THAT POINT HE’D BE YOINKING HER OUT OF THE SKY AND I THINK HE’D BE AWARE OF T H A T AHKFJCOSJAOFJ7) (She probably just joins in whenever Dusknoir is carrying Grovyle specifically, fluttering on his neck ruff, or when all three are being charioted around by the big ghost, with the pink fairy jokingly floating down and adding herself in, much to Dusknoir’s embarrassment.)

[somerandomcryptid]

Ok so this is a dreaming of death wip I did a while ago that I will probably rewrite at somepoint because the pacing's weird to me but I like the characterizations, and how I did Cryptid's inner monologue so I'm just posting it here :)

“Dream?” Their voice cracks when his name leaves their lips. He looks so…. Apologetic…It looks so genuine…

“I missed you….” He mumbles, and they're pulled into a hug, it's loose grip, gentle. It doesn't feel natural for him. Not after the months of crushing affection. His sharp fingers run themselves through their hair, scratching their scalp in a way that is all too relaxing.

“You're not mad at me for-” Wait. Sharp. They immediately grab his wrist. “Stop fucking with my head, XD.” XD’s lips -they're not his, get out of his body get out get out get out- curl up into a smirk.

He grabs their jaw roughly, pulling them onto their tip toes in a way Dream had done so often when he was angry. Apologize apologize apologize, their head rings out with immediate commands for response, I need to make it- XD was just fucking with their head. They knee him in the stomach, they would have fallen if not for his hand holding them up.

“You know you can't hurt me right?” XD comments amusedly. They roll their eyes.

“Worth a shot. Now let me go and-” The god interrupts them. Bitch-

“You still miss him so much. After all the things he's done, you still miss him. After you were so adamant of to leave him, to stop the pain. And then you still embrace what you think to be him like a sad little puppy. Tell me, little one, is the true reason you don't want to go back because you know you’ll always cave to him. You’ll always let him mold you into whatever you want. To break you just because he can, to fuel his own selfish want for affection. You're so desperate that you'd endure that? What we’re your parents like to make that w-”

“Get them out of your mouth. You don't fucking get to yoink me out of my life and then have the gawl to ask why I’m so fucked in the head.” They hiss out, grabbing the wrist holding their jaw and wrenching themself out of his hold. “Now get out of my head. And get out of his body for fucks sake.” XD chuckles.

“It's amusing you think you can order me around.” He starts pacing around them, god they hate it when he does that.

“Well it is my mind, logic would say I control it.” They respond, rolling their eyes, he just bursts out laughing, his smile way too wide for Dream’s face.

“When have you ever controlled your own mind, my little puppet?” ew. Hate that pet name. “I mean one doesn't even have to be a god to make you into a shell to fill with their own ideas. With their own wants. You’d break your own spine if it meant you felt like you belonged.” It's not true, it's not true, it's not true-

“Just get out of my head XD, I don't want to- I’m not talking about this.” XD laughs again, such a grating sound.

“You know it! You know your a fucking push over. You know you are so mentally weak!” His voice is even more gleeful now. It makes them want to slap him and curl up into a ball and die all at once.

“Just leave me alone XD.” They won't cry, they won't cry, they won't cry. XD’s grin practically gets wider, if that's even possible.

“Oh please do cry. You cry so enjoyably.” No no no no, they don't want to cry in front of him. They can’t, he didn't even say anything that bad. You don't need to- they wipe their eyes. Crybaby. Stupid fucking tears.

They properly curl up, burying their head in their knees.

“Please just wake me up.” It's embarrassingly a whine, but they can’t help it. They just need out. They need out, they need out, they- XD crouches down beside them, pulling their head out of their knees. He’s still grining too fucking wide. And they still want to collapse into him and just cry. No. Don't do that. Absolutely don't.

“See? Weak.” He coos.

“But, I suppose I’ve had my fun. For tonight at least.” With that they shoot up from their bed, gasping for proper breaths and their face sticky with tears. Fuck. That was hell.

They slide out of bed, it's in the early hours of the morning. But they’ve decided they never want to sleep again. Not if that fucker is going to taunt them in their dreams.They try to traverse the house as quietly as they can, they just want a drink of water, and maybe to burn their soul somewhere so they don't have to deal with any of this shit anymore. But when they get to the kitchen Sam is still up, tinkering with some kind of gadget, Fran sleeping on his foot.

Sam’s also not wearing his gas mask, it's the first time they’ve ever seen him without it. He glances up and clearly spots them, his eyes going wide once he notices that they’ve clearly been crying.He rushes up, disturbing Fran in the process, who looks dejected for a few seconds before following Sam to them.

“What happened? Are you hurt? nightmares? Are you homesick? What do you need?” Sam’s voice is going very fast, and he looks them up and down for wounds. They’re a bit taken aback. And they can't process that many things right now.

“Please slow down.” They mumble, rubbing their temples in an attempt to ground themself. They hear Sam let out a breath, one of those self regulatory ones.

“Sorry kid. I just… panicked.. that's all. Do you.. do you… how can I.. how can I make you feel better?” Don't hug him don't hug him don't-

They hug him. He tentatively hugs them back, like they're made out of glass and easily breakable, which they suppose they are for him. They can feel their eyes start to sting as just… everything comes crashing down at them at once. They’ve had these moments before, where everything they’ve been through just properly hits them again. But usually they happen alone.

“Kid.. please tell me what's going on… I want to help you…” His voice is soft, and it brings them some amount of comfort.

“I just…. I just want this all to be over… I just want it to be simple again…” They mumble into his chest, they can feel their tears soaking into his sweater, they really hope he doesn't mind. Sam sighs.

“I’m so sorry you got pulled into this Cryptid… you didn't deserve that…” He murmurs back to them. “But I promise I will keep you safe, I’ll try to make it at least somewhat normal for you. I promise. You're just a kid. You shouldn't be involved in all of this.” That makes them sob more, not because of their usual disgust about the idea, but because he's right.

They feel Fran nudge their hip before they can spiral about that too much. The let go off Sam so they can sit down and hug Fran, who curls up in their lap, despite being too big for it. So they snuggle against her, nuzzling their face into her fur, Fran doesn't seem to mind getting wet either, just seeming concerned with making them feel better.

They hear Sam sit down beside them, and the immediately lay their head in his lap, still with Fran in their lap. It's a bit of an uncomfortable position sure, but Sam runs his finger through their hair gently. And that combined with Fran helps calm them. At least a bit.

“I won't let him hurt you again.” Sam mumbles after a few moments. They almost say something dumb about fighting a god before realizing Sam means Dream, not XD.They don't have a response to that. “Do you… do you still think Dream is the good guy?” He asks, sounding almost afraid to receive the answer. Thankfully a smartass response comes to their head before a logical one.

“I think good guys and bad guys are a concept constructed by territory instincts. Actually! Overall it seems that most bases for morality are based around territorial and pack instincts. Oh fun fact actually! The conditions that create sapien life probably also create as byproduct discrimination due to differences due to sapiance being linked to extremely competitive environments such that learning new things rapidly and passing on such information becomes necessary for survival!” Do they start going on a ramble to ignore having to confront that question, to have to categorize Dream as… something? Yes. They don't even want to think about Dream, much less categorize him. So yeah they totally do it to distract themself.

But it is a genuinely interesting topic! So they manage to ramble for a while, and then that ramble somehow turns into a ramble about cat genetics, and to his credit Sam listens, he looks a bit sad looking at them, but he listens, and he does seem interested. The next thing they know it it’s 3:45am and oh god they’ve been info dumping about everything they know about evolution and cat genetics for almost an hour and a half.

“Sorry, I’m probably boring you.” They finally say, but Sam doesn't look bored or annoyed when they look up at him, his gaze is affectionate

“You're not. I think it's really cool you're so interested in this kind of thing. I didn't expect it.” He almost reminds them of their mom in how he says it, which is to say, genuinely proud and interested. They can't help but smile at him, even though they still feel bad for keeping him up so late.

“Yeah, but you probably want to go to bed by now.” They reply apologetically. He ruffles their hair fondly, but he looks almost sad.

-

God this kid. They apologize so much, for things that aren't even anything to apologize for, if Dream is the reason they feel the need to do this- He reminds himself to calm down as he feels the gunpowder rize in his throat. Those small sparks die down as he looks back at Cryptid, and his heart melts.

“It really wouldn't have mattered, kid. I have a really hard time sleeping anyway.” They still look so guilty.

-

HOW THE FUCK IS THAT 1.7K???? Idk but ughhhhhh why does the pacing have to feel weird when it's so many words.

Um anyway sorry it's unfinished and needs reworking I just wanted to post the original so it didn't rot in my docs

Writing Cryptid pov is very therapeutic and easy because they think in the same style as me :)

(Dreaming of death is an au of the fic Penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner)

[bolontiku]

"Exactly"

Avengers AU - Work Drabble

Characters: Steve, Reader, Bucky (others mentioned)

Posted: May 7th

WARNINGS: none

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

Steve knew EXACTLY when he fell for you.

It wasn't during a mission where you had a tendency to follow him and Bucky. Those moments were a plus, especially when they were so used to just taking a hit and keep moving. Not that you were exactly gentle with either of them, you would grab them by the belt or collar and 'YOINK' them out of the way of danger, trusting they could keep on their feet.

Which of course they did.

It wasn't when you bet Thor you could beat him at arm wrestling.

Which was interesting. The way you hid a lighter and flicked it on under the thunder gods arm briefly, enough to startle and distract him as you threw your entire weight and muscle behind your arm to pin his down while laughing.

Parker said technically– and Wade cut in shouting that you had victory while Thor laughed brasher at your cleverness.

There was a dozen other examples he thought of briefly but dismissed quicker. No. It was simple.

Too simple.

"STEEEeeeEeeEevieee baby!" You sang, dancing around the kitchen as Bucky smirked at him, enjoying the way you shook your hips as you prepared a coffee. "Bucky… hey!"

"Y/N… c'mere," Bucky called you over.

Your eyes flicked to Steve briefly but you nodded and moved.

lt was that moment that he realized you always looked to him; during missions, briefings, one of Tony's parties… you always looked for him and his heart melted. He only noticed because he was always searching for you in those moments too.

Bucky slipped an arm around your waist and dragged you close, "found a picture for ya," he hummed, thumbing his phone screen.

You leaned down comfortable with his best friend, why wouldn't you be? "IT'S A COW!" You gasped, a smile spilling across your face in pure delight.

He had once asked you why cows? 'Why not?' You had answered before continuing, 'I've always just loved them and their cute noses… lookit their eyes and tell me a cow isn't the cutest!'

You cooed at Bucky's phone and looked up at Steve, a blush spreading across your face as Steve stared at you with an unreadable expression. "Ach! I forgot my coffee!" You exclaimed and hurried to grab it before slipping out the room with– "be good boys!"

Bucky grinned at Steve who leaned against the doorframe watching until you disappeared. "When ya gonna say something?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Soon."

Bucky cleared his throat, "yeah? Cause she has a date with some lawyer guy."

Steve straightened, looking downright unpleased, "what lawyer guy?"

Bucky shrugged his broad shoulders, "guess Tony introduced them? Matt, something I don't know." Bucky did know. Matt Murdock the blind lawyer, technically it wasn't a date, but no one said it wasn't not a date. Plus, you were comfortable with the guy, allowing him to touch you, hug you… if Steve didn't hurry… he stood slowly and moved to leave when Steve stopped him.

"When? She told you?" Why didn't you tell him?!

Bucky blinked at him slowly and shrugged again before pulling out of his reach.

Steve pulled his phone out, pulling your text chain open, he stared at the selfie of you. You had sent it to him yesterday when you had stopped by the shop to pick up your favorite. Your coffee cup plastered against your smiling face.

He smiled at the picture, his heart sinking.

Why hadn't you told him?

[buttercup-art]

bold what your muses likes | italicize what your muse dislikes | if they’re indifferent leave as is

TAGGED BY:  @hyperionhugo (hi! I yoinked this from your blog lol)

TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do this!

TASTE

anchovies | applesauce | bacon | beef | beetroot | berries | bitter | broccoli | brussels sprouts | cake | carrots | cashew nuts | cheese | chocolate | cookies | fish | fruit | garlic | gefilte fish | grape flavor | ice cream | juice | mango | marmite | marshmallows | milk | mint and chocolate | mushrooms | nutella | olives | pasta | peanut butter | peppers | pickles | pineapple | pineapple on pizza | potatoes | pretzels | salty | sauerkraut | sour | spinach | sweet | tofu | tomatoes | umami | vegetables | whole wheat bread

TOUCH

baggy clothes | bites | bubble wrap | clammy | coarse | cold | cold metal | damp | fur | gentle hugs | gentle touches | hair | holding hands | hot | hot asphalt | hot metal | lace | leaves | light sheets | lip kisses | paper | plastic | rocks | rough | rough rocks | rough touches | sand | scratches | silk | skin | skin kisses | slimy | smooth | smooth rocks | soft | sticky | sunlight | thick blankets | tight hugs | tree bark | velvet | wet | wicker | wood | wool

SCENT

chlorine | chocolate | cigarette smoke | cinnamon | citrus | cleaning products | coconut | coffee | cologne | cooking bacon | cooking onions | fire | fish | flowers | fresh bread | freshly cut grass | gasoline | grapefruit | leather | lemons | linen | mint | nail polish | new books | new car | oranges | paint | perfume | pools | rain | seawater | smoke | sunscreen | tires | vanilla | wet dirt | wood

SOUND

bird chirps | car engine | classical music | country music | crickets | deep laughter | deep voices | distant chatter | dog bark | fire crackle | folk music | frogs | frying food | giggling | high heels | high pitched sounds | high voices | horse hooves on gravel | howling | klezmer music | laughter | loud sounds | loud voices | low pitched sounds | morning voice | nails tapping | piano | pop music | purring | quiet voices | rain on windows | rock music | snoring | soft voices | typing on a keyboard | violin

SIGHT

autumn | black | blue | brick buildings | clear skies | cloudy skies | corn mazes | day time | dull | field scenery | flowers | forest scenery | gardens | gold | green | hedge mazes | lakes | moss | natural lighting | night time | old buildings | orange | orange lighting | patterns | pink | purple | red | rivers | seaside scenery | shapes | shiny | silver | spring | stained glass windows | stone buildings | summer | sunrise | sunset | white | winter | wood cabins | yellow

[honorhearted]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?  Ben is well-groomed, so he tends to smell like the castile soap he uses for shaving and bathing. However, he doesn't bathe or shave daily, so he can also have a bit of an earthy scent from sweat.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?  They're well-worn and calloused from hard work.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?  Eating is almost a luxury some days, given how they have rations, so it depends upon what's available. Coffee, bread, salted pork, berries, and hardtack tend to be amongst the usual fare.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Not in particular. Ben may like to sing hymns on occasion, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's good at it. He's more like the type of singer who's decent, but falls prey to being sharp or flat on occasion.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? Ben is incredibly fidgety. Whenever anxious, he tends to rub his thumb and forefinger together, or pull on his saber. His bad habits all revolve around working without rest. He never wants to sleep or take it easy, and this also extends to eating and taking care of himself whenever under immense pressure (which is often).

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?   Due to his position in the a.rmy, he is expected to behave and dress a certain way. He has a typical m.ilitary queue and a well-kempt uniform according to his rank. If he's in town trying to meet with a member of the ring, he opts for less assuming clothes that are well-worn, threadbare, and not much to look at. He knows how to blend in.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO?  Despite his guardedness, Ben is actually very affectionate with those he loves. Throughout the series, he gives hugs and gentle hand, arm and face touches to Anna, Caleb and Abe. He's far more subtle with Anna since she's a married woman (the scandal!), but his love shines through for all of his friends. In the way of romantic overtures, Ben very much enjoys closeness with his S.O. Whether that be through cuddling, face touches, hand-holding, etc., he just wants to be a part of them in any way he can -- he knows life is fleeting and because of this, tends to be a bit impulsive and naively romantic (i.e. offering Sarah to run away with him).

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? On his back. He's a very light and restless sleeper, and since Ben wants to be prepared to leap into action, should they become vulnerable and under attack during the night, he never sleeps on his stomach.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? No. Ben is accustomed to stealth, so someone would only hear him if he wants to be heard.

tagged by: @caracarnn ~ thank ya muchly! <3 tagging: YOINK IT FROM ME. <3

[rachaellawrites]

@vcaudley left this an open tag and I liked the word options, so I'm yoinking this!

Gently tagging @lyssa-ink @moondust-bard @authorlaurawinter. Your words are day, night, lip, and glass

Rattle (The Willing and The Chosen)

Ella jumped when the clerk dropped her package onto the counter. The contents of the box clinked and rattled. Nick looked at her then, eyebrows raised. “Clothes?” In a panic, she blurted the first taboo answer her brain supplied: “Sex toys.” “Oh.” A blush spread from the roots of his hair all the way down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. “Ah. Um.” Grabbing the box, Ella hurried from the mail office, calling over her shoulder, “Okay, thanks, bye! Gotta take this back to the room!”

Flicker (A New Age of Magic, Book 4)

I wished I could see his face. Wished I could know if there was even a glimmer of panic, a flicker of fear, a bare second of the agony he had forced my friends and I to endure every waking moment. Instead, I had only his chilling, steady voice: “Cute. But I’ll pass.”

Murmur (A New Age of Magic, Book 4)

“No, no,” Farida murmured, pulling her into a gentle hug. “This isn’t your fault. No one was supposed to know – we were betrayed."

Fling (A New Age of Magic, Book 4)

Someone shook my shoulder; I was flung back into my own mind. “Shit!”

[droppingdonkeys]

What colour is your aura ?

Peach

shores, headbands, warm hugs, mugs, fruit baskets, blankets, sleeping cats. your essence is peach: you are a gentle, thorough heart who seeks to spread joy. you wish to create a home for others; you are the soil of the garden, hoping others will plant themselves and never leave. your thoroughness is always humble and you scarcely act alone. you are the tender. you are the homemaker. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of honey, marigold, cream, and apricot, who share your want to help others. you are also drawn to the efficient souls tawny and ashen, who will help you grow and stand on your own. however, you may struggle to get along with the shrewd personalities of lavender and honeysuckle who can be too quickly judgmental.

yoinked it from @mariiposas

tagging: do this if you'd like to!

[remembered-eleos]

Italicize what your muse likes. Bold what they love. Strike through what they hate. REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

Taste:

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Umami | Sour | Chocolate | Bacon | Vegetables | Fruit | Berries | Carrots | Cake | Cookies | Pretzels | Pasta | Tomatoes | Applesauce | Sauerkraut | Pickles | Olives | Potatoes | Ice Cream | Pineapple | Pineapple on pizza | Fish | Beef | Garlic | Spinach | Mushrooms | Cheese | Milk | Juice | Marmite | Beetroot | Anchovies | Gefilte Fish | Peppers | Wholewheat bread | Marshmallows | Mango | Broccoli | Peanut butter | Nutella | Mint and chocolate | Cashew nuts | Tofu | Brussels sprouts | Grape flavour

Touch:

Soft | Rough | Smooth | Sticky | Slimy | Hot | Cold | Damp | Wet | Clammy | Coarse | Fur | Velvet | Silk | Lace | Hot metal | Cold metal | Paper | Plastic | Bubble wrap | Wool | Wood | Tree bark | Hot asphalt | Leaves | Wicker | Sand | Rocks | Rough rocks | Smooth rocks | Hair | Skin | Tight hugs | Gentle hugs | Lip kisses | Skin kisses | Holding hands | Rough touches | Gentle touches | Scratches | Bites | Sunlight | Light sheets | Thick blankets | Baggy clothes

Scent:

Flowers | Sea water | Chocolate | Fish | Cooking onions | Cleaning products | Citrus | Lemons | Grapefruit | Oranges | Rain | Freshly cut grass | Wet dirt | Wood | Cologne | Perfume | Fire | Smoke | Gasoline | Tires | Paint | Chlorine | Pools | Fresh bread | Cooking bacon | New books | Coffee | Linen | Vanilla | Cinnamon | New car | Coconut | Sunscreen | Nail polish | Mint | Cigarette smoke | Leather

Sound:

Loud sounds | High pitched sounds | Low pitched sounds | Quiet sounds | Loud voices | Soft voices | High voices | Deep voices | Morning voice | Snoring | Rain on windows | Fire crackle | Crickets | Frogs | Typing on a keyboard | Horse hooves on gravel | High heels | Laughter | Deep laughter | Giggling | Purring | Dog bark | Howling | Car engine | Distant chatter | Bird chirps | Classical music | Pop music | Folk music | Rock music | Country music | Klezmer music | Violin | Piano | Frying food |

Sight:

Red | Orange | Yellow | Green | Blue | Purple | Pink | Black | White | Silver | Gold | Shiny | Dull | Shapes | Orange lighting | Natural lighting | Seaside scenery | Forest scenery | Field scenery | Patterns | Clear skies | Cloudy skies | Night time | Day time | Sunrise | Sunset | Stained glass windows | Old buildings | Stone buildings | Wood cabins | Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter | Brick buildings | Moss | Flowers | Gardens | Hedge mazes | Corn mazes | Lakes | Rivers

Yes orange is both bold and struck out.

TAGGED BY: I yoinked it from @amaurotine

TAGGING: Whoever wants to yoink this.

[timbertumbr]

Zoo Date (LMK X Reader)

Redson-

You had finally convinced Redson to go to the zoo with you. He was somewhat amused when looking at the various animals, that was until you got to the reptile house where they were holding a special event.

They brought out lots of safe reptiles of all kinds, from turtles to lizards to snakes, all being carefully monitored by the loving staff since some people tend to handle the reptiles not so kindly. They even had a place to wash your hands with soap and water so if you wanted to pet a snake after a bit, you could without hurting the bab!

"Awww, Redson! Look at all the boop noodles!" You coo as you extend a hand towards a snake. It flicks its tongue a few times before headbutting your hand which makes you so happy. 

Redson smiled, happy to see you were having fun while he looked at the various other reptiles within their enclosures that weren't so safe to people, like snapping turtles, poisonous snakes and a komodo dragon. (He low key wanted to pet the komodo dragon.)

While you were distracted by the reptiles along with everyone else, a few reptiles saw Redson and saw that he produced the most heat in the entire room. They not so sneakily moved to him, a snake and lizard climbing his legs while a turtle slowly made their way over to him.

He looked down at the animals in confusion, why were they climbing on him? A staff member soon noticed the sneaky reptiles and informed everyone to watch their step as they made their way towards Redson while holding a tiny snake.

"I'm so sorry about them, I have no idea why-" The tiny snake extends itself from the staff's hand and flicks its tongue at him before moving toward him. He extends a hand and lets the snake curl around his hand. 

"Its fine. Besides, I think I know why they like me so much," Redson responds, turning his hand as the snake slithered along it. The staff blinks and realizes how warm the room is when standing by Redson. Oooooooh-

"Say, do you think you can help with the reptiles today? We'll make sure they don't hurt you and you'll be compensated for your help," Redson thinks it over while the snake made eye contact with him and flicked its tounge. 

"Fine, but I don't need compensation," They blink surprised.

"A-Are you sure? I mean-" 

"I'm positive, besides, I have something else in mind," The staff slowly blinks before leading him back to the table, Redson scooping up the turtle that made it halfway towards him along the way. 

_________________

You had gotten distracted that you could buy food and feed the reptiles so you bought a bunch of food so the majorty of the reptiles could be fed. 

On your way back to the reptiles, you saw a small crowd gather and heard a familiar laugh. When you got closer, you saw Redson covered in snakes with a few lizards, he was still holding the turtle in his arms while several staff stood nearby just in case, it's not everyday they find someone willing to hold this many reptiles at once. 

"FEAR ME, REDSON, THE SON OF THE DEMON BULL KING AND NOW KING OF THE REPTILES! HAHAHAHA!" You blink before laughing your butt off. You approach Redson still giggling. 

"Hey, walking heater, or should I call you king of the reptiles?" You ask with a little bow, placing the food on the table next to you. Redson chuckles. 

"Both apply I suppose, considering they like me so much," He grabs a cup of turtle food after making sure it was food for that reptile and starts feeding the reptile. 

Kids of various ages approached you two, asking if they could feed the reptiles. You happily agreed, asking what reptile they wanted to feed and giving them the appropriate container to the kids while Redson gently moved his body so the reptiles could eat from the containers and so the kids could see the reptiles more clearly. 

A staff nearby grabbed a clipboard and started writing which reptile got fed and which one's didn't. You and Redson glanced at one another and smiled lovingly. This was a day to remember.

Macaque-

He was actually the one to bring you to the zoo after you mentioned how much you loved animals. So he asked for you to wear a blindfold while he brought you to your surprise, you agreed. 

"Are we there yet?" You ask teasingly, Macaque chuckles. 

"Almost," He brings you to the gate of the zoo and stands in front of you, gently taking the blindfold off. 

"Tada~" He makes jazz hands while your eyes adjusted to the sudden light. You gasped lightly when you saw the entrance to the zoo. Macaque smirked slyly, leaning over to you.

"So…? Do you like your surprise?" 

"Like it? I adore it!" You squeal, giving Macaque a hug as a thank you. He smiles and gently pats your head. 

"I knew you would, now come on! The animals aren't going to look at themselves. Well, maybe they are, depends on if they have a mirror or not," You laugh and follow the silly monkey into the zoo. 

You looked at various enclosures, especially your favorite animals while Macaque followed with a soft smile, glad to see you were having fun. 

You eventually make it to the giftshop where you both goofed around. Macaque approached you with a T-rex grabby hand and talked with a silly voice while moving the T-rex mouth.

"Well, well! If it isn't Y/N! I can't believe I'm meeting such a huge celebrity!" You laugh and shake your head amused. 

"Mac, I'm not a celebrity," He smirks and uses his real voice, putting the grabby hand back.

"I know, but in my eyes, you're the star to my world," You flush and giggle.

"You mean the sun?" Macaque shrugs.

"Eh, potato, potahto," He says before looking around the giftshop once again. You smile and do the same, gasping lightly when you saw a monkey plushie that looked just like Macaque. You gently pick it up and examine it, its really soft. 

With a goofy grin on your face, you approach the cash register to pay for it. Macaque noticed this and quickly grabbed some candy before approaching you and giving the cashier the right amount of cash before it even popped up on the screen. You look to Macaque and pout.

"What? This day is for you, starlight, so I'm paying," You huff.

"Fine, but next time I'm paying!" Macaque chuckles.

"Of course," The cashier hands you your bag of stuff, thanking them you leave the gift shop and out of the zoo. Macaque gently takes the bag with his tail.

"Yoink," You laugh as he moves the bag to his side so he can find the candy he got for you (and some for him but shh) when he feels the fuzzy plushie, how didn't he notice this? He gently pulls out the plush and looks at it in confusion.

"Uh, starlight, you do realize you have the real deal right?" You smile gently.

"I know, but I wanted something that reminded me of you just in case you get busy," Macaque blushes lightly before chuckling.

"You realize I can just give you a shadow clone right?" You flush from embarrassment.

"I uh… totally forgot you could do that," Macaque laughs. 

"How could you forget? Shadows are literally my whole thing!" He says amused, you pout, gently taking the plushie and hugging it. You weren't mad, you just wanted to hug the plushie. His laughter dies down and he gives you a gentle smile before patting your head.

"But hey, I appreciate the thought," You smile at him.

"Can we cuddle when we get home?" 

"Of course! Anything for you, starlight."

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[trop1cal-punk]

Lost and Found

Summary: Hermes gets yoinked but that was years ago and now hes someone else Word count: 1137

“Here he is! My little boy!” Joel held out his arms as a blob of purple drifted towards him, giggling. Joel caught the boy, pulling him tight to his chest, hugging him. The little boy trying and failing to hug his father back, arms too small to wrap around his torso. “Hermes my boy!” Joel exclaimed, now holding out his son to the sky, the sun behind him, creating the perfect circle around him. 

With hesitance, Joel set Hermes down, crouching down to his level. Hermes swung his little backpack off his shoulders. “Papa sent you stuff!” The little boy open his bag with a snap! The magnets pulling apart. 

Joel let his head tilt, acting surprised every time, even though he wasn’t, “Oh did he now?” Hermes nodded, “Mhm!” After fishing around for a few more moments, he pulled out a nicely wrapped gift. 

Joel ruffled the boy's hair, or at least tried, the helmet in the way prevented much of it. But better safe than sorry. Gently he takes the package from Hermes, watching the way his hands were so much bigger than his, a smile forming from it. 

“Thank you, Hermes!” Joel put the gift away, the toddler following behind him with a waddle. It took Hermes a second to catch up. Joel watched as more pride swelled in his chest, remembering not too long ago teaching the boy to walk. Then he tripped with a yelp, Joel quickly shot out his arms making sure nothing hurt his boy. “You alright there big guy?” He asked picking up the boy, cradling him in his arms. Hermes just yawned in response, his eyes fluttering to stay awake. Joel chuckled, starting to gently rock his child, “Tired are we?” Hermes just nodded. “Long journey huh? But nothing for my strong boy!” 

Joel crossed over to the baby room that stood in shades of purple. Different than the rest of his buildings, contrasting to the white but gold still throughout the room, tying it together. Joel gently took off the helmet, Hermes already fast asleep in his arms with a slight snore. Joel stood there for a moment, drinking it all in. The boy once a statue made from just sticks and mud now real, living, and breathing, it couldn’t have been any better. He wanted to be in this moment forever. A gentle breeze caused Hermes' hair to sway. The sun's warmth showered over them. 

With reluctance, he set Hermes into his bed, tucking him in. Watching before eventually retreating to get the small backpack and unwrap the gift from Sausage. Joel set the backpack next to the door. He then walked to the storage room, picking up the gift and carefully pulling apart the paper, which he then threw into the ongoing fire. He would be fully content ripping it apart, but he did that once and he had serval fireworks shooting out everywhere. Never again. Now to the good bit, he opened the chest. The first thing he noticed was the letter, usually, there weren't letters. Usually, they just communicate through Hermes or via the coms. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling. Joel tucked the chest under his arm, crossing to the living room table, taking a seat. Popping open the wax seal, he unfurled the letter inside. 

Dear Joel,

Keep Hermes for a while. Things are, things are happening here. Not good things. It is in our best interest to have Hermes stay with you for the time being. I will not have his safety at risk. Keep an eye on him. Message me straight away if anything suspicious happens there. 

Yours Truly

Sausage

Joel feels his throat closing. Sausage and Hermes in danger? Why wouldn't Sausage tell him what was happening? He's a god, there's nothing that could kill him. The gift didn't matter now. Thoughts swirled in his mind like a thunderstorm as he started to pace. The people he adores were in danger and they weren't asking for help. 

In his worry, he headed back to the purple room. Leaning in the doorway he watched as Hermes' chest rose and fell. He watched from the doorway, the curtains swaying. He slowly crossed the room, crouching beside the bed. He shakily brushed some hair from Hermes’ face. Gently he leaned over, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Right now all that mattered was Hermes’ safety, if it meant not seeing sausage for a while, that's how it was going to be. Anything to protect his boy. 

For the next week, Joel's eyes never left Hermes. But he was running out of rockets. If He left Hermes on the island nobody could get to him. They’d either need wings which not many had or swim up the waterfall which was impossible, no human could swim that far. Or so he reassured himself, that it wouldn't take him more than twenty minutes. 

But that's all it took.

The house seemed all too quiet. Then he noticed a chair out of place. “Hermes?” Joel called out adrenaline rushing through him, causing his voice to crack. He called out again, no response. He rushed to Hermes' room, he had just set him down for a nap. “Hermes come out this isn’t-” The words now crumpled in his throat. Hermes' little bed flipped over, curtains ripped, his little chair tipped over and missing a leg or two. 

He screams. 

The sounds of thunder makes Purpled jump, snapping out from any thought that was once there. The bitter taste of a memory still stuck on the back of his tongue. To distract himself, he watches the rain hit the window. The sky was dark and cloudy, as much as the rain brought him comfort, he missed the way the moon shone against the dark sky. Sometimes thunderstorms brought an un-scratchable itch to his brain. Something he didn’t want to dwell on too long. All that mattered was what was happening now and tomorrow. 

“Purpled, You alright?” The bed shifted weight as Boomer sat next to him. 

Purpled tore his eyes from the window to the smaller figure next to him, “Just, Just thinking.”

Even from under the big floppy frog hat, Boomer tilted their head up enough to look him in the eyes, “Do you wanna talk about it?” Purpled scrunched up his face, “I don’t think so.” He looked back to the rain, another thunder strike causing him to jump once more. 

He heard Boomer sigh, “That's just alright, but I'm not letting you be alone. No one is good on their own. Sticking together and all that stuff.” With a slight push, Purpleds head was now in boomers' lap. Not one of them said a word. The world was still. Purpled let himself relax. He was safe, he was with his family. Nothing else mattered.