#p.m. plushies

[pyllymursu]

Somehow I found myself hands full of plushie commissions despite not even having them open right now, but if this is what the people want, that is what I shall do 💪

So here's Palmon! Apparently doing Digimon plushies the size of a small child is my thing now, but honestly I don't mind because these are always a joy to work on ❤

(This one will be OOAK, meaning that I won't be making another one)

[ricochet-nuts]

Me n Bro

[zeemczed]

Also, HIMBO GOLEM PLUSHIE IS OUT GO GO GO GO

[dollettiee]

⊹ 𝓗𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 〟

          ꒰       𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 your husband, romantic yandere! hwang jun—ho comes late to find you sleeping on the couch after tirelessly doing your housewife chores

          ꒰       𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟(𝑠)      .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 husband! hwang jun—ho x housewife! chubby reader, unnamed/oc baby

          ꒰       𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡(𝑠)       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 mdni. yandere, romantic yandere, soft yandere, chubby reader, petnames (yeobo, baby) could be seen as non—squid game au, fluff, bit angst, brief mentions of insecurities.

          ꒰       𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 almost teared up while writing this :<< requested by two people and one of them is @cupid-4-hajoon and anon !!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 felt like it was stuck on a loop, a familiar rhythm you‘d grown used to. wake up, feed your son, tackle the laundry, put him down for a nap, and then wait for your husband, hwang jun─ho, to return home from work. it was the same, day in and day out.

tonight was no different. your two─years─old son lay sprawled in his crib, his small body snuggled into the blankets. his soft snores filled the room, his tiny fingers clutching his favorite plushie. you patted his round little belly gently, humming a soothing tune, and smiled as his eyelids fluttered shut.

he looked so much like jun─ho, it was almost eerie. the sharp cut of his eyes, the curve of his lips, even the shape of his nose. the resemblance was undeniable, like someone had taken your husband and shrunk him down into a chubby, toddler-sized version.

the dim glow of your bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room, illuminating your son‘s cherubic cheeks and soft, pouty lips. the starry designs you and jun─ho had painstakingly painted on the walls glimmered faintly, a quiet reminder of the nights you spent together building this nursery. jun—ho hadn‘t let you lift a single finger, his hands always on your back or belly, his worry about your health almost suffocating.

you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your son‘s plump cheek. he let out a sleepy sigh, his little fingers twitching in response. “goodnight, yeobo,” you whispered, the familiar term of endearment rolling off your tongue like a melody.

as you straightened up, your phone lit up in your hand. the lockscreen was a photo of you, jun—ho, and your son from your trip to london. he had insisted on taking it, his arm wrapped firmly around your plushy waist, pulling you close as if the gap between you wasn‘t already nonexistent.

the clock read 10:45 p.m.

you sighed ── your gaze flicking to the empty space where your husband should‘ve been. he‘s late again. he always came home eventually, no matter how late, but the waiting still gnawed at you.

you made your way downstairs, the weight of your day clinging to you like a heavy blanket. the curry chicken you‘d made earlier sat on the stove, waiting to be reheated. as you busied yourself tidying the living room, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror above the fireplace.

your full cheeks, softened jawline, and rounded shoulders greeted you. you tugged at the hem of your oversized sweater, feeling its comforting stretch over your curves. you’d always been soft—your hips wide, your arms pillowy, your belly plush—and while you tried not to let it bother you, the lingering looks from others sometimes made your chest tighten. but jun—ho had always loved every inch of you, his hands lingering just a little longer on your waist, his fingers tracing the swell of your thighs whenever you were close.

an hour passed, and you were on the brink of sleep, the television murmuring quietly in the background. your body sank into the couch, the day‘s exhaustion weighing down your eyelids.

you didn‘t even hear the door open, but the familiar touch of a hand on your shoulder stirred you. your eyes fluttered open, meeting the intense gaze of jun—ho as he knelt before you. his uniform was slightly rumpled, his tie undone, and his dark eyes were sharp, scanning your face with a quiet intensity that made your heart stutter.

“yeobo,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “why didn‘t you go to bed?”

“i was waiting for you,” you admitted, your voice groggy. “the curry— i forgot to reheat it—”

before you could rise, his hands found your wrists, his grip firm but careful. “shh. don‘t worry about that. i already ate.”

his thumb brushed over the soft skin of your palm as his gaze dipped to your rounded cheeks, a small smile tugging at his lips. “you‘re working too hard, baby. look at you ── you‘re exhausted.”

“i‘m fine,” you tried to argue, but the way his hand cupped your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, silenced you.

“no,” he said quietly, his voice laced with something darker, something unyielding. “you‘re not fine. you‘re tired because you‘re always doing everything for us. for me. you shouldn‘t have to.”

his words made your throat tighten, guilt bubbling to the surface. “but you work so hard too. i just want to make things easier for you—”

his other hand moved to your waist, his fingers curling into the plush fabric of your sweater as if anchoring himself to you. “it‘s not your job to make things easier for me. you‘re already giving me everything. all i want is you.”

“but i do sincerely apologize for not being . . a good father, or husband, and not being able to be here with you guys.”

the intensity in his voice made your chest ache, and you reached up to cup his face, your fingers brushing against the sharp line of his jaw. “jun—ho— baby, don‘t blame yourself. you‘re an amazing husband. an amazing father. we‘re lucky to have you.”

his eyes softened, but the tension in his shoulders didn‘t ease. instead, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper. “you don‘t know how much you mean to me. you don‘t know how much i need you.”

the words lingered in the air, heavy with an unspoken depth that sent a shiver down your spine. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him until you were flush with his chest, his hands gripping you as if he was afraid to let go.

as he carried you upstairs, cradling you in his arms like you weighed nothing, his lips brushed against your temple. “you‘re everything to me,” he whispered, the words a soft promise. “i‘ll never let anyone take you away from me.”

you fell asleep that night wrapped in his warmth, his arms like an unyielding shield around you, his presence both comforting and just a little too much.

© all rights reserved ! headers/layouts does not belongs to me ! don‘t copy, plagiarize or modify my works. all works are taken in a form of fiction, do not condone any problematic behavior.

[warframestuff]

PRIDE 2024

CELEBRATING INCLUSIVITY AND DIVERSITY THROUGHOUT THE ORIGIN SYSTEM!

There are wondrous vibes aplenty in the Origin System this month as we reach Pride 2024! Join us in celebrating the vibrant LGBTQIA2S+ community in Warframe! We are thrilled to honor and support our incredibly inclusive and diverse player base this Pride month and all year-round.

There are many ways for you to join in on Pride throughout June and onwards. Pick up in-game Pride items, support Warframe Creators, and so much more!

RAINBOW RAILROAD AND TRANS LIFELINE

In honor of Pride 2024, Digital Extremes is immensely proud to support not one, but two organizations offering aid to LGBTQIA2S+ people around the world.

Rainbow Railroad is a global not-for-profit that assists at-risk LGBTQIA+ people worldwide in reaching safety. Their mission is to protect vulnerable communities facing persecution based on sexual orientation, gender identity, and sex characteristics from systemic, state-enabled homophobia and transphobia.

Trans Lifeline is a grassroots hotline and nonprofit organization offering direct financial and emotional support for trans people in crisis. Their mission is to connect trans people with their community and provide the resources everyone needs to survive and thrive.

Both Rainbow Railroad and Trans Lifeline have received $10,000 CAD donations from Digital Extremes, respectively, to kick off Pride 2024! If you’re interested in supporting both organizations yourself, check out the donation pages for Rainbow Railroad and Trans Lifeline!

PRIDE IN-GAME

There are three all-new items available for Pride 2024! Add dazzling Customization like the Pride Glyph III designed by NimkeArts (He/They) and the Pride Display III designed by RoboMythos (She/Her) to your Arsenal via the in-game Market for only 1 Credit each!

Fill your Orbiter with neon Pride! The brand new Neon Pride Wings Decoration is also available in the in-game Market for 25,000 Credits. There is no limit to how many you can purchase, so that your Orbiter, Dormizone and Dojo can all be elevated with dazzling colors.

If you couldn’t pick up any Pride items from previous years ��� good news! We’ve also brought back the Pride Display I, Pride Glyph I, Pride Display II, Pride Glyph II, and Pride Celebration Color Palette back to the in-game Market for 1 Credit apiece!

These new and returning Pride items are available in the in-game Market until June 30 at 11:59 p.m. ET. If you missed out on the Pride III Glyph and Display, a code will be shared on July 1st for you to claim them both all the way until next June 2025.

FEATURED CREATOR STREAMS

Featured Warframe Creators will be celebrating Pride all throughout June! Watch these streams for 45 minutes each this month and receive Twitch Drops to even further enhance your Arsenal. Just don’t forget to link your Warframe and Twitch accounts ahead of time!

June 1 from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. ET - Miabyte (She/Her)

Drop: Ordis Reified Statue

Twitch: twitch.tv/miabyte

June 1 from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. ET - Nerdtured (He/Him)

Drop: Xaku Prex

Twitch: twitch.tv/nerdtured

June 8 from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. ET - Tibetansun (He/Him)

Drop: Fibonacci Floof

Twitch: twitch.tv/tibetansun

June 8 from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. ET - AuntieTan (She/Her)

Drop: Domestik Chapp Drone

Twitch: twitch.tv/AuntieTan

June 15 from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. ET - LadyTheLaddy (They/She)

Drop: Panzer Vulpaphyla Floof

Twitch: twitch.tv/ladytheladdy

June 16 from 12 p.m. to 2 p.m. ET - MjikThize (She/They)

Drop: Solaris Food Can Decoration

Twitch: twitch.tv/MjikThize

June 22 from 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. ET - JamieVoiceOver (She/Her)

Drop: Corbu Shawzin

Twitch: twitch.tv/JamieVoiceOver

June 22 from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. ET - SiejoUmbra (He/Him)

Drop: Warframe Articula

Twitch: twitch.tv/SiejoUmbra

MAKESHIP KALYMOS PLUSHIE

If you’re keen on making a feline friend, Makeship has your back! They’ve brought Albrecht Entrati’s elegant companion Kalymos to life!

The Kalymos plushie campaign is part of Makeship’s Pride event, with 100 percent of Digital Extremes’ net proceeds from sales going towards the Trevor Project, a not-for-profit organization committed to suicide prevention for LGTBQ+ youth. As part of the event, Kalymos will arrive with a Pride Flag cape, based on the flag design by Valentino Vecchietti. You can purchase the Kalymos Plushie today and help make this limited item a reality!

Please note that this is not a charity item associated with the nonprofit organizations mentioned above.

NEW TWITCH & DISCORD EMOTES

Enjoy new Discord and Twitch Emotes to celebrate Pride 2024 via BTTV! Flaunt sensational flair in chat with the Pride Citrine, Pride Limbo, Neon Pride Wings Emote (right), and Neon Pride Wings Emote (left) created by our very own Community artist TadaCharly!

PRIDE TIME STREAMS

Our weekly Prime Time streams are all about celebrating Pride throughout the month of June! So tune in every Thursday at 6 p.m. ET on Warframe’s Twitch channel to hang out with the community team, play Warframe and celebrate Pride!

[three-souls]

Plushie Restock time!

thank you everyone for waiting!! I will restock all the plushies this Friday (April 4th) at 9:00 p.m. (EST)! There will be more plushies restocked this time, so I hope everyone will be able to get the ones you want this time :) (just realized what day this is -- it's not a joke!)

There are about 190 daniil/artemy, 110 Clara, 60 Peter/Andrey for the restock :) Everything would be the same, the url would be the same for the plushies, though this time it would not come with gift charms. Thank you everyone!

[pinkpastels113]

the exception (1)

just a lil something bc i was getting anxious of not doing anything besides school and work for months... hope y'all like and that i can find it in me to continue (cries)

*****

When Chloe arrived home from school one evening, it was to find Beca passed out on her bed. The Bella House was quiet, all the girls not busy out partying cooped up in their rooms, and Beca had been too anxious, too lonely, to lock herself up in her small shared attic with Amy. She missed Chloe’s presence, her warmth, her smell, around her, and so had traipsed down to her room and collapsed onto her bed, staring off into space until the calm feeling of her nerves settling down from Chloe’s Dove body wash carried her away to sleep.

It was now eight p.m, and Chloe had just switched on the lights. Beca groaned, lazily holding one hand to her face. Chloe immediately apologized, switching off the light, opting for the lamp on the bedside table instead, a soft smile creeping onto her lips at the sight of her best friend scrunched up on top of her favorite stuffed plushie. She laid down her bag, sat next to the sight, and gently brushed aside Beca’s hair that was sticking to her cheek.

“Hullo,” Beca mumbled, still refusing to open her eyes. It felt nice to have Chloe touch her skin, however difficult it may seem now that she’s trying to hide her crush. She nuzzled her face against the plushie in her arms, ignoring the fact that she probably looked so stupid judging by the tiny giggle Chloe let out. “How was your day?”

“Good,” she replied. Chloe bit her lip to contain her smile, it was starting to spread too wide. “I got a lot of work done.”

“That’s great.” Beca didn’t have anything else to add, since she and Chloe are from different majors and frankly she didn’t have the energy to hold a conversation anyway, “I missed you.”

Chloe cooed, laying down next to Beca’s curled up form. “I missed you too, babe.” Her hand settled on Beca’s waist, knees tucked in behind Beca’s jeans clad ones. “So much.” Her nose buried in Beca’s hair in this cuddle position and her eyelids were beginning to droop as well. 

Beca felt so content in that very moment. She was safe, Chloe was back, and she no longer had to deal with her many thoughts all on her own. The world stopped to spiral, both of them drifting off into another dreamless nap.

[oscconfessions]

Happy Star and Exclamation Mark are smooching behind the scenes.

Now, you may be thinking something along the lines of "TheFourFan on Tumblr.com, what the fuck.", which I don't blame you for thinking, without context, I too would assume this was some sort of joke. But I must inform you all of the things I witnessed Sunday evening at 8:24 P.M.

Let me set the scene for a moment: I was relaxing in my room, watching Happy Star's Guide to Object Shows on my phone and Animatic Battle on my Kindle Fire at the exact same time because I'm chronically online and have an extreme addiction to object shows. I had been doing that for the past 13 hours, just mindlessly consuming as much OSC content as one human could ever possibly conceive to satiate my burning passion for object shows.

However, my OSC watching streak was abruptly broken when Happy Star and Exclamation Mark leaped out of both of my screens and began to passionately make out right then and there on my carpeted floors, directly in front of me and my Four, X, Paintbrush, and Airy plushies. It was incredibly sloppy and I'm 99% sure there was some crazy tongue action going on. They were so gay that my room became instantly tinted with the colors of the gay flag. They were so gay that the massive rainbow pride flag hanging on my wall immediately became a straight flag, as Happy Star and Exclamation Mark had completely absorbed all the gayness out of it during their homosexual make out session. They were so gay that homophobia went extinct.

I pulled out my Panasonic Lumix S5M2X Full Frame Mirrorless Camera with 20-60mm Lens Demo and recorded their make out session as proof that my crosship was actually canon and I wasn't crazy. The footage was 2 hours, 56 minutes, 18 seconds, and 55 milliseconds long. I was about to upload the video to Tumblr but then the camera INSTANTLY exploded, killing everyone on planet Earth. I'm currently writing this in the hfjONE waiting room as we speak.

I swear this all happened guys trust me bro

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[meaniemace]

Midnight Wishes And Arcade Games. P.H

Divider by @funfettified (<3)

Genre: Fluff, birthday fic

Warnings: none that I know of

Summary: birthday fic for my bbg @chiiyuuvv (happy birthday bb! <3!)

Pairing: Hunter x gn!reader (Romantic), xikers x reader (platonic)

Taglist: @camphxam (taglist open<3)

@pinievsev on Tumblr, please do not repost on other platforms or translate without permission<3!

Slowly, you cracked your eyelids open, groaning at the sunlight seeping through your curtains. Trying to reach up and rub them, you found the strong arms wrapped around you tightening.

"Hunter, you need to let me go," you laughed, receiving only a negative hum in response. Struggling to turn around, you were met with your boyfriend's sleeping face. "Hunter..." you tried again, to no avail.

After a moment of thought, an idea popped into your head, and you grinned widely. Slowly inching closer, you began to place small kisses all over his face, effectively causing him to let you go to protect himself.

Giggling, you quickly got up. Hunter pouted up at you, stretching. "No fair," he mumbled. You shook your head in response. "The birthday person shouldn't have to play fair," you shrugged, at which point he seemed to be fully awake. His eyes widened as he jumped up and attacked you with hugs and kisses.

"Happy birthday," you laughed, returning his hug, relishing in the affection for a few moments before pulling away, much to his dismay.

It took a minute to get Hunter to leave you alone so you could get ready, but he reluctantly agreed, needing to get ready himself.

Both of you were ready in a matter of minutes, eating quickly as Hunter rushed you out the door.

"Where are we going?" you asked for the ninth time. "You'll see," was the answer every time. Soon enough, you stood in front of an arcade, filled with people, lights, and laughter.

You smiled at your boyfriend, who looked more than proud of himself to have made you happy. He ushered you inside eagerly.

He won most of the games you played against each other, yet gave the prize to you every time, insisting on holding them for you anyway. You had about seven small plushies and what seemed to be a mountain of tickets by the time you reached the claw machines.

You came to an abrupt stop in front of one, eyes shining at the Kirby plushie perched in the middle of the bright claw machine. Hunter, who seemed to notice this, carefully placed your belongings down by the machine and got to work.

He groaned as he lost for the sixth time. "Hunter, it's fine really," you reassured, but he cut you off with a shake of his head, placing yet another coin inside the machine. At one point, you went to get you both some food.

Upon your return, you were pleasantly surprised to see Hunter holding the plushie with a proud grin adorning his face. "Happy birthday!" he chirped, handing you the light pink plush, which you hugged to your chest immediately, rushing to bring Hunter in a hug as well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," you rambled on, causing him to giggle and place a kiss on your head. "I'm never playing a claw machine ever again," he said, wiping the nonexistent sweat from his brow.

You'd been outside for hours, going back and forth from the arcade to a nearby café in which Hunter insisted on paying, much to your ego's dismay.

It was about 11:45 p.m. when you decided to head back. "We've been out all day," you concluded, laughing. "It was worth it," he replied, lifting up the bags full of plushies. You insisted on holding Kirby though, claiming it would be better off with you.

As you unlocked the door to your house and took your shoes off, you noticed how unusually quiet and heavy the atmosphere felt. The windows were closed, which you swear you'd left open.

Before you could voice your thoughts, the lights flickered on and you were met with the shouts of nine other boys jumping about happily and hugging you, wishing you a happy birthday.

The living room was decorated from top to bottom in your favorite colors, and on the table, you saw a cake bigger than you'd ever gotten before and heaps of poorly wrapped presents.

"You guys really didn't have to," you laughed, all giddy at the adorable action of your friends and boyfriend. "Hush now, child," Minjae joked, pulling you along to sit on the couch. Hunter perched himself right next to you, the rest of the boys sitting wherever they could around you.

Sumin lit the candles on the cake, and they all began singing happy birthday. You laughed as Junghoon and Jinsik sang dramatically, reminding you of that elephant from Sing.

"Come on, make a wish!" Yechan said excitedly, jumping in his seat. You closed your eyes and blew out the candles as the clock hit midnight. The rest of the night was spent with laughter, jokes, presents, and food.

At the end, all the boys ended up staying over, occupying your living room like some sort of campsite.

Safe to say, you were all exhausted the next morning, surviving through the day with coffee and energy drinks. Worth it.

[pyllymursu]

Here's something I thought would be a little project in midst of my commissions, but ended up being a 5-day detour instead

So, Arukenimon and Mummymon plushies! I tried to mimic the style of the good ol' DigiPals series here, although both of them ended up being more firm than the official plushies haha (I have no idea how Mummymon is able to stand on his own)

[unique-high]

Boyfriend Material | RIIZE idol! Sungchan x short! blk fem reader

—Spending time with Sungchan before his comeback.

genre: romance and fluff

Requested: @iamflawless303

a/n: there's this edit I saw of this drama (idk the name) where the lady stands on a bench and hugs the taller male character, so I wanted to recreate something like this for Sungchan and Reader.

Sorry for any mistakes.

Sungchan wanted to spend as much time with you as possible since he was preparing for a comeback and his schedule would be super busy. It's Saturday afternoon when Sungchan takes you shopping, he's holding your hand as you point out all the little shops you want to go into it. He laughs at how cute you are when you go, “No, no, no, I want to go in this one. No, never mind, let's go into this one first!”

He gently pulls you in front of him, his soft brown eyes staring into yours. “My love we have all day, we can visit all the shops.”

So you picked a shop called Moshi Moshi Gifts & Stationery Co. It's a small shop with very few people inside. J-pop music played from the speakers overhead. Sungchan looks around for something he could buy you, he knew you loved cute things, there were many cute things in the shop, but he wanted something perfect for you.

You were doing the same; you wanted to find something for Sungchan he could keep with him. Sungchan walks around the shop looking at everything, and you were looking at AirPod cases, Sungchan needed a new one, anyway.

Sungchan finds a plush couple piggy magnet keychain. He smiles at the pink and brown plushies. She'll love this! It didn't take him long to find you in the tiny store; you were at the back wall looking at the different Airpod cases. Sungchan stands beside you, You hadn't noticed your boyfriend standing there; he was just staring at you admiring your beauty. How did I get so lucky to have Y/n as my girlfriend? A small smile blossoms across his face. Feeling someone staring at you slightly jumped at Sungchan.

"Oh, geez, you scared me." you laughed.

"Find anything you like?" He tries to look at what you're holding, but you clutch it to your chest.

"It's a surprise!"

"Oh, a surprise?" He nods a little. "I have a surprise too."

"Let's see!" You bounce on your tiptoes.

"Noooo, it's a surprise." he laughed.

Sungchan hides the plush couple keychains behind his back. You both walk around the store some more before heading to the front. You wanted to pay for Sungchan's gift with your own money, but Sungchan was the type of boyfriend who paid for everything, He never let you pay even if you were treating him, he always paid. Before you two got to the front counter, you told Sungchan, "Let me pay for your surprise with my money."

But Sungchan doesn't want to hear that. "No."

"Come on, Sungchan!" You wiggled your shoulders. "It'll make me happy."

If it was something that would make you happy, Sungchan didn't want to take that away from you. So he agreed to let you pay with your money. You go first in line smiling at the ducky cartoon Airpod case you got for him. After you both paid for your things, Sungchan holds open the door of the shop for you to go out first, he takes your hand in his. That Saturday afternoon was spent going to many shops along the shopping strip and getting ice cream at the end of the day.

It was around six p.m. when you and Sungchan walked back to his apartment. You were talking about a show you wanted to watch on Netflix and Sungchan's only thought was getting to cuddle with you and kiss you in between the important scenes of the show you were going to miss because of him.

Once inside his apartment, you and Sungchan get changed into something comfortable.

“Do you want your surprise now?” Sungchan asked, plopping down beside you on the comfy couch.

“Yes, Please!” You're all giddy. Sungchan hands you the plastic bag. You look inside before pulling out the plush couple keychains. “Awe, these are so cute!”

“Like You.” Sungchan added with a quick peck to your cheek.

You picked the little pink piggy, and Sungchan got the brown piggy. Now you had something to put the spare key on to his apartment he gave you.

“Okay, now to your surprise!” You grabbed your plastic bag and hand it to your boyfriend.

He pulls out the ducky cartoon Airpod case. He gushes at how cute it is. A ducky wearing a straw hat.

“I love it, Y/n.” Sungchan hugs you tight and you melt into him. For a few seconds, he holds you closer to him like he wants your soul to be a part of his. He was going to miss hugging on you like this, so he had to savor every little second of you being in his arms. “I love you.” He kissed the top of your head. “So so so much.”

Your face grows warm at his words and his warmth crashes down on you, just like him, you were going to miss his hugs. His hugs always pulled you back home when you floated too far away. He's always been home for you. You were going to miss your boyfriend like crazy during his comeback. Lots of FaceTime calls and sleepy talks on the phone late at night. You'll miss his sweet face and sweet kisses the most.

Sungchan gets comfortable with you. You get Netflix open and start the series. Sungchan fingers played with yours as he watched the TV. He couldn't focus on the show that much, he'll sneak little kisses to the corner of your mouth and on the back of your hand. Sungchan's a little needy right now; he wants a little more like your lips on his. He gently grabs your chin pulling your attention away from the TV.

“I'm trying to watch this.” you pout.

Sungchan kisses your pouty lips. “Focus on me right now, just for a bit?” his voice is a little low. “Please, Y/n.”

You couldn't say no to him. He did say please. So you give your full attention to your boyfriend. Sungchan kisses you again, it's slow, it's makes your head spin and the TV show becomes white noise in the background. There's a steady rhythm either of you wanted to break.

You feel his lips pull into a smile and he chuckles, saying, “This feels like our last kiss.”

“It does. But we have tomorrow to kiss all day before you get swept away with comeback activities.”

“I want to kiss all night, though.” He said in a teasing manner.

“You're being greedy.” You poke him at his stomach.

He laughed. “Oh, Really?”

You nodded.

Sungchan kissed your forehead before pulling away. “Since we can't kiss all night, I want cuddles.”

“As you wish.” you said.

Sungchan lead cuddled up behind you on the couch. He fell asleep halfway through the show. You paused the series and turned over in his arms. You stare at your boyfriend taking in every detail of his facial features. Counting every one of his breaths it soothes you to sleep.

It's the next day around noon when Sungchan is making you and him lunch. He's singing your favorite song as you dance around the kitchen. You taught him the song over the summer when you and him took a mini road trip. That song will always be your favorite because of him and now it was his because he found little pieces of you scattered throughout that song.

Sungchan leans against the island eating his sandwich. You munch down yours sitting on top of the island.

“Today is our last day together.” Sungchan said, there's a hint of sadness that lingers in his voice.

You slowly chew on your sandwich. “Ah, don't say it like that. We'll see each other again after your comeback.”

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“I know I don't say this often, but you are my world.”

“Don't make throw up my sandwich.” You joked.

Sungchan rolled his eyes taking another bite of his sandwich.

“I love you~” you nudged him with your knee.

“I'm going to be greedy again.” Sungchan said. He cast a look at you. “I want a hug. Like a real long soul melting hug, that when you part from me, I'll still feel you.”

You put your sandwich down on the plate and hop off the kitchen Island. You ran to the grab a chair from the table and put it in front Sungchan. You were short and though short people's hugs were the best in the world; you wanted to be at his height for this soul melting hug. Sungchan's trying to figure out why you had gotten the chair. He watches as you climb up on it, your eye level to him now.

You held out your arms, making a cutesy face at him.

“Well, don't just stand there. You want a soul melting hug? I'm going to give you one.”

Sungchan sat his half-eaten sandwich on the plate next to yours. He then hugs you, pulling you off your feet just a little. He closed his eyes, his arms getting tighter around you.

Sungchan deeply breathes you in. He liked that you smell like autumn, with brief hints of summer lingering around.

“Is this soul melting enough?” you whispered.

Sungchan nodded. “Very.”

a/n: I didn't know where to fit in a cute short person joke between Sungchan and her and I didn't know any, so I did some quick looking around. So here's a bonus?

Sungchan made you mad, and he thought it was the cutest thing. He held out his folding fan at your forehead to keep distance between the two of you. He laughed, but you felt like he was mocking you and that made you really want to get after him.

“Y/n.” Sungchan choked on his laughter. “Short girl problem: you don't look scary when you are mad.”

“I'll show you scary, Sungchan!”

[cookiestar360]

Okay dokey, met you at your house about in a... Hour.

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12 seconds later there's a knock on the door. You opened it to see Pancake carrying Eostre in one arm and a suitcase in the other.

Pancake puts Eostre down.

"Daddy is going to be away for a while, so your uncle is babysitting you. I love you and see you later."

Pancake hugs Eostre, she smiles and then walks around the house, taking everything in.

"Okay, here's the suit case, it has her favorite blanket, plushie, toothpaste and brush, her Gameboy Color with Super Mario Land 2 in it, papers, color pencils, and clothes. She brushes her eat in the morning and before bed. She takes a bath at night. She goes to bed at 8:00 P.M. on the dot, if not she gets grumpy. No super sweet sugary drinks or treats, but she can have some of it. If there's any troubles call me. Got it?"

Yeah that should be fine!

I'll take care of her to the best I can!

[gothic-lottie]

Despite my usual fashion, Christmas Lottie has 4 looks only 1 of which is cool. The first and only good one is this outfit which I've already posted so let's see the bad ones!

I hate my face in this picture so I fixed it

Lottie #1, the family organizer: just got done making two types of cookies for all the neighbors and is currently yelling at everyone to "get in the picture before Mitas mauls me!"

(I made the skirt and a faux collar to match which isn't in the picture)

Then still got mauled…

Lottie #2, "how did I not get my autism diagnosis sooner?": Comprised of mostly things I've had since I was 12, this outfit is just one of my biggest special interests and yes, that is a pillow pet penguin hat.

(I made the pillow pet pillow case for Guenperess and modified the skirt)

Lottie #3, "Why am I awake?": Can be found laying on the floor or her pile of penguin plushies. Shouldn't be awake at the ungodly early hour of 2 p.m. but is anyway. Comprised of stolen pj pants from dad and a flannel that absolutely doesn't match, will probably do 2 loads of dishes after everyone else is asleep because of her horrible sleep schedule

(I made the flannel. It has sparkly buttons)

[burning-heart-otome-fan]

Headcanons for the Burning heart Otome boys!

Muto Takaki:

- he's already up at 5 A.M, you can hear him yelling across the training yard to some firefighters (mostly to Junpei) to be faster.

-in the morning, he drinks hot chocolate

- ever since the death of his girlfriend about 10 years ago, you can find him in his room, looking at a framed picture on the desk of her. He still feels sad from time to time and would spill tears in his room. Tho he would never admit it to anyone.

- despite his ambitious character, he has a soft spot for Soft ice cream. (He denies it everytime)

- he is an early sleeper. Be prepared to see him in bed at like 8 p.m

- muscle boi

Chiba Junpei:

- he has a soft spot for cats and dogs

- he is slightly embarrassed about his name "Chiba" because it sounds like "Shiba" the dog. He often got teased for it in primary school.

- he would flex a lot when he was still in military.

- sport lyfe - he would visit the gym a lot in his free time

-he likes bubble tea

-grab him Switzer chocolate and his heart is yours

- he loves cuddles but denies it in front of his friends

-basically touch starved

Hiromi Kikuchi:

- an energetic person!

-but once his energy reaches zero he his more of a gentle person.

-basically an ambivert!

-he lovesss plushies! Especially foxes!

- he eats take out food much more than you'd think

- boi can't cook

- let him ramble to you about foxes. Just do it. He won't shut up for an hour or more

- he was basically a straight A student at school

Hori Renji:

- He loves cats, he'd own one if it wasn't for his work hours

- he doodles in his free time, but throws them away soon after

-yet he still dreams of being able to draw someday... Won't you help him?

- he reads books in his free time

-touch starved. Really touch starved

- he's Bisexual. You can't convince me otherwise.

- he loves to drink cappuccino in the morning

- he also really likes bubble tea! Especially Mango!

- he works a lot for being the supervisor of the team

- I'm sure he will get a burn out eventually...won't you give him some love?

Matsui Senga:

- quiet guy, but full of surprises

- he only stays at the fire station to search for the truth of the hotel fire from 10 years ago, where his sister died

- kinda wishes that him and Muto would be on good terms but that seems far out of reach

-coffee for life, with lots of sugar!

- if you asked him...he could tell you a lot about the stars you see everyday in the sky. He has a special interest in it that he reads books of it in his free time to calm down

- he just waits for the right moment to ramble...won't you be the one to ask?

[ahopelessromantika]

"Merry Christmas!" a cheerful voice rings out.

Bemused, he blinks at his younger brother's female classmate who is standing just outside his bedroom door. 

"Merry Christmas," he politely replies.

The girl beams at him and hands him a gift.

"For me?" he questions, puzzled. After all, they aren't close.

The little girl nods at him, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She's five years younger than him, still in elementary school, and he's already in his third year of middle school. Her innocent doe eyes peer at him expectantly.

He decides to accept the gift. "Thank you."

She gives him another bright grin and rushes downstairs— to his younger brother in the living room, he presumes.

He looks at the gift in his hands. It is clumsily wrapped, but he can sense the thoughtfulness behind it as he carefully rips the wrapping paper open.

A miniscule smile pulls on his lips upon seeing a small, crudely-crocheted cat plushie.

He sets it on the cupboard hosting his model airplanes.

When he sees the girl again, she's already a young woman and not the small child he remembers. She's laughing with his mother, bumping shoulders with his younger brother, and clearly having a good time interacting with his family. Opting to observe instead of mingling, he settles in the corner with a glass of margarita in hand.

"Merry Christmas!" the girl— woman, he reminds himself— says with a tinkling laugh to a passing relative of his.

He wonders when it will be his turn.

Half an hour later, she traipses to him with a merry smile.

"Merry Christmas!" she greets him.

A sense of déjà vu hits him, and he gives her an amused smile.

"Merry Christmas," he quietly responds. "No gift this time?"

The girl— woman, he reminds himself again, but she'll always be a little girl in his eyes, the same lovely girl who unceremoniously gave him a handmade gift twenty-five years ago— chuckles and tilts her head at him.

"It's your turn to give me a gift," she says playfully. "After all, you never sent me a present in return for the gift I gave you in the past."

He hums.

"Sadly, I don't have anything to give you at the moment. But how about I take you out for dinner?"

Her eyes glitter in anticipation.

"As in a date?"

"If you'd like," he shrugs. "Tomorrow at 7 p.m.?"

"Make it 8 p.m. My shift ends around 7 and I still need to wash up."

He raises a questioning eyebrow. "Shift?"

"Yes. I'm a doctor."

"Ah." He lazily swirls the margarita. "So, is that a yes?"

She prettily smiles at him.

"Obviously."

He takes a sip of his cocktail and looks at her affectionately.

"Merry Christmas," he says again.

Her smile grows wider, the endearing dimple on her cheek in full display.

"Merry Christmas."

-by ahopelessromantika-

[scaratrina]

I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH but please have these!!

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER /💤 SLEEPING SIGN / 🚫 PROHIBITED /🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND /❤️ RED HEART /😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES /😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT

OMG IT'S NOT TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!! thank you!!! anyway i'm gonna start yapping

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

She cuts up fashion magazines and tapes the clippings to the inside of her closet door, calling it her “vision board.” Officially, it's for building her “aesthetic archive,” but in reality, it’s mostly an excuse to justify the chaotic outfit choices she puts together. They’re definitely questionable, and while she might suspect it, she won’t appreciate you saying it out loud.

As a kid, she used to host elaborate soap operas starring her dolls, which, to be clear, were mostly a mildly cursed collection of thrift store finds her mother gave her, plus one slightly tragic rabbit plushie. When she said two dolls were going to “get married,” what she actually meant was that they’d hold a two-minute wedding before launching into a plot involving betrayal, poisoning, political scheming, and at least one purposeful limb loss. She could recreate five seasons of Succession using Barbies and a shoebox, it's equal parts impressive and deeply unsettling.

She also enjoys calligraphy. She even bought a fancy pen for it and made a Pinterest board titled “calligraphy vibes.” Unfortunately, she never actually has time to practice.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

She’s a light sleeper. There’s a line from dog’s dinner that captures the reason behind it: “Momo doesn’t sleep around people because sleep is a surrender, and surrender is how you die. Those voices, soft in the daylight, can twist in the dark. She remembers the sound of breaking glass like a lullaby, the weight of a body too close, the breath of something that should have been safe but wasn’t.” And while "Momo's" internal voice often leans toward the theatrical, this part is entirely sincere. Yekaterina’s fear has no embellishment, and it resurfaces even in Momo. Her early childhood in Japan was quiet and sheltered, spent mostly at her mama's side. But as she grew older, that sense of safety began to erode. By the time she entered adolescence, she had already experienced violations no child should ever face, particularly from men who recognized her vulnerability and chose to exploit it.

Her sleep schedule today reflects that history. She keeps to eight hours a day, technically, but they usually fall between 8 a.m. and 4 p.m.. Because she works night shifts, she often misses daylight entirely during the winter months. There are no bedtime rituals, no tea, no calming routines, no medication.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

She’s been smoking since she was 13, snatching Irina’s cigarettes during that period when Irina was way too busy to keep tabs on her child, like genuinely too stressed to notice anything besides the next deadline and her own nicotine withdrawals. Irina was going through two packs a day, so when half a dozen cigarettes mysteriously vanished, she just assumed she had a rough day and chain-smoked through it.

Now Yekaterina has the classic morning ritual of coffee and a cigarette, the smoking breaks, time outs, all the rituals that smoking pretends to bring. She drinks on her job tbh and sometimes she just drinks herself to sleep. (why heal your inner self when you can do that hm)

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

I'm gonna yap btw, because I overanalysed the Japanese system school for this fic (mostly because I went through a whole different system and I need to know what the fuck I'm talking about haha) In school, Yekaterina’s favorite subject was Ethics-Civics, which is a legit part of the national curriculum, especially in elementary but sometimes during high school too. The subject focuses on teaching values like empathy, respect, responsibility, and the concept of kokoro (like heart/spirit), as well as how to function harmoniously in society. Yekaterina, being an outsider in a very rule-following culture, started off side-eyeing this class like it was propaganda, but then she realized it wasn’t about being good in the obedient sense, it was about asking the big questions: Why do people lie? What does fairness actually mean? What’s the right thing to do when nobody’s watching? She aced at it because she was fascinated by the human condition (still is) She also liked Modern Literature in uni because she wanted to understand the country that shaped her and ignored her. Literature gave her an honest mirror.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

Unshakable loyalty (but like, in her own cryptic way), which is the part of her I want to hover on in 'voodoo dolly', because her POV is extremely unreliable and Yekaterina doesn't really see it that way, but people around her might perceive it.

She has endured immense hardship in pursuit of a better life, so this woman is resilient. Despite the morally murky choices she’s made, she keeps pushing forward, adapting quickly to the shifting power dynamics around her.

Her adaptability is scary tbh, she can think on her feet, change tactics, and slip into any role, but she has no fixed self. That kind of mutability is the evolution that helped her survive the Borderlands.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

Her whole plan was to work in international relations or something like that, embassies, translation for high-level diplomacy. A good job, serious enough to make her mama proud, but Japan’s job market is brutal for foreigners, especially women (in MY Japan that I personally searched on the internet, I can't really know how things work there fr) After a while, trying different odd jobs y'know, she just needed more money because she was taught that mantra MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE YOU NEED MORE, YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY ENJOY BEING A CASHIER, A BARISTA, A SHOE SELLER IN A MALL??? and the last resort she took to fulfill that is all in my fic haha :(

She really wants to belong to no one and move without being questioned, just freedom of motion and identity.

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

She’s not open-minded, she just makes it look like she is. She'll entertain any idea if it helps her survive, but the moment something threatens her worldview, byeeeeeeeee. She’s inquisitive, yes, but selectively so. She doesn’t need to know everything, only what gives her leverage.