#polish bed

[jakekochina]

[justaz]

arthur being able to feel merlins magic whenever he uses it bc it makes him feel all warm and tingly and at first he's stumped about it and goes to morgana for advice bc hello?? merlin makes him feel weird?? and its only merlin. it only happens when he's around. it's gotta be his fault. and morgana is like "lol nerd you like him" and he's like "oh fuck" bc he has the emotional intelligence of a walnut and begins to notice the warm and fuzzy feeling grows stronger the closer merlin is and is like "welp. im screwed" and then a magic reveal later and arthur notices the feeling happens whenever merlin uses magic and he's like "oh. thank god." and finally realizes the feeling was merlin's magic, not that arthur has feelings for him. it becomes the new norm and then merlin is dressing him for the day and makes a stupid joke before ducking arthur's hand that was going to cuff his ear, he laughs and walked around behind arthur and the warm, fuzzy feeling returns and he's like "stop. no cheating." and merlin is confused and arthur's like "i can feel you using magic, idiot. remember?" and merlin is like "i'm not using magic tho" and arthur scoffs like "alright, sure, whatever you say."

THIS becomes the new norm of merlin and arthur bantering and then arthur accusing him of using magic and merlin insisting that he isn't. then finally the feeling happens when merlin is staring directly at arthur, comforting him in a moment of vulnerability, and arthur can see his eyes remain blue but he feels as he normally does when merlin uses magic. he still accuses merlin of using magic but merlin just rolls his eyes and once again insists that he isn't, arthur can literally see when he uses magic bc his eyes flash gold. did they flash gold just now? hm? did they arthur? arthur then rebuts "then why did i feel all warm and fuzzy?" and merlin blinks thrice before grinning like the cat who caught the canary. he won't tell arthur about his feelings for merlin, he'll let him flounder for a bit. it's always fun to watch him be an idiot and as much as he wants to kiss his stupid face bc finally (finally) his feelings are reciprocated, it's enough for now to know that arthur feels the same. arthur is infuriated that merlin won't tell him. merlin is highly amused at his stupid not yet boyfriend

[raiii-bee]

Wanted to mess with charcoals again, so here's a little Hal and Sunny based on a memory I have of my own dad.

[kkoct-ik]

painty doodle from earlier this evening

[evercelle]

i am not immune to saiharas new uncharacteristic eboy drip

[dreamingpartone]

at that place we sat together today again, I'll go to where you're going

[maretriarch]

Just in time for 4/13 here's the second line of my r63 dolls, this time CREEPover themed with bonus accessories! in an ideal world they would come in adorable recuperacoon shaped packaging. and probably a sopor slime making kit because kids love slime. which one are YOU picking up from your local Goreget today?

[scyllas-revenge]

Leap of Faith

aka an Only One Bed headcanon with no context whatsoever

because this popped into my head and I wanted to be able to write and finish something for once god damn it. @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book this is for you 🥰

Legolas/Human Reader (gender-neutral)

Word count: 663

Rating: G

Read on AO3

New!! There’s a part 2 here!

Legolas is instantly flustered at the sight of the single bed, his eyes darting between you and the pillows and back again. Despite himself, he’s half-contemplating diving out the window to freedom—but at the look on your face, he forces himself to take a shuddering breath.

You’re more than happy to share the bed, you reassure him: there’s plenty of room, and you’re a heavy sleeper, so he won’t disturb you. But he rejects the offer smoothly. Elves do not sleep like mortals, of course, and he need not lie down to find his rest as you do.

For the first time, he regrets it.

Legolas is a gentleman: he turns away quickly as you slip out of your traveling clothes and boots and slide under the covers, but the rustling of your garments and slide of fabric against your skin is so loud in the silence of the little bedroom, so intimate, that his heartbeat lurches in his chest. By the time he risks a glance back at you, you’re buried in blankets and pillows, looking more at peace than he’s ever seen you.

And now there is nothing to do but wait for dawn.

He pours water over the coals in the fireplace as your breathing evens out in sleep. He paces quietly. He sighs. Time slips by, and his eyes dart to you more and more often.

He’s curious. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. Legolas has so rarely been around mortals, and the way they sleep is fascinating. You’re deeply, wholeheartedly asleep—no wide-open staring eyes, no mind still active and wandering, elf-like.  

He’s curious. Your chest rises and falls under the blankets, your breaths even, calm. In through the nose, with the slightest snore, then out through the mouth in a warm puff. He finds himself stepping closer to the bed, transfixed.

He’s curious. That’s all. His elven eyes can make out the darting of your pupils beneath their lids, the slight parting of your lips. He leans closer, unconsciously. Perhaps you’re dreaming—and he hopes, with a sudden jolt, that you’re dreaming of him. And as though in answer, your lashes flutter restlessly, a single word escaping your parted lips: “Legolas.”

Oh, fine. He’s far more than just curious.  

Legolas is perched on the bed beside you before he is aware of it, his heart in his throat. Perhaps it meant nothing—very likely it meant nothing, for rarely was there sense to be found in mortal dreams. He should move away, and stop staring longingly at your sleeping form. You would hardly appreciate it if you knew.

Or would you? You had invited him to share the bed with you, after all.

Thoroughly defeated, Legolas slips under the covers to join you. Even in sleep, you’re enough to overpower him. And even in sleep, you turn toward him, clutching at his torso and pressing yourself close. His breath hitches.

Your hands clutch tight to his tunic as you nuzzle into his side, and Legolas curls against you, your legs tangling together. A shudder runs through his body.

He breathes in and out as evenly as he can, in imitation of you, and closes his eyes against the pillows, just as you did. Perhaps he can sleep as you do, just this once, so he can survive this overwhelming closeness. Keep his eyes shut tight and his mind closed off from the world, so he can outlast it.

It frightens him for a moment—the uncertainty of his tight-shut eyes, the lack of awareness of the wider world. How odd this mortal sleep is. It feels like a leap of faith. But your breath is warm and even against his neck, your hair soft as it splays against the exposed skin of his neck and collarbone, and his heartbeat slows, sleep—true sleep—stealing over him at last.  

This leap is an easy one to take, for he has faith in you utterly.  

[coolnonsenseworld]

Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰

linktr.ee/Mezzy

[diana-andraste]

Bed in mirror with nude

Bed in mirror

Eva Rubinstein, 1972

[syaolaurant]

The gift

...a continuation of Secrets of the Restricted Section

At this point, Sebastian may not have considered Violette his friend, he has only met her for more than a month, but already witnessed her using ancient magic to kill a troll. Perhaps that girl's power would be useful, he needs to keep her close...

Violette, who is still trying to adapt to this wizarding world, was grateful for all the help Sebastian had given her so far. She chose to trust him.

....

Also here's a malachite ~

[wiredalienvampire]

another friend slaughtered

everytime I think about the lore of abe being a midwife to the cattle at RF I end up wanting to cry forever.

[shu-box-puns]

Ok, but when Spidy was a baby, and he and Tsu'Tey were starting to bond, he would sometimes just start screaming in the middle of the night with no prompt at all and none of the people at Hells Gates would be able to soothe him until they went and called Tsu'Tey to "Get his pretty blue ass down here" who, unsurprisingly, would be the only one who could put Spider back to sleep. Long story short, Tsu would find himself more often then not sleeping at the Hells Gates next to Spiders make shift crib than at Hometree. *Cue a lot of fluffy scenes*

Man didn't choose the Dad life, the Dad life chose him :D

[pushing500]

It's time to get Kwahu back to running at Full Power Plus™ with a brand-new bionic arm

He's so happy to be able to hi-five people properly again <3

And it's not long until Mechi is fitted out with a new bionic, too. He's one step closer to matching Yamka!!

Look at him gooooo!! <3 <3

Aww, Mechi apparently doesn't cope with anesthetic as well as Kwahu does. I think this might actually be his first mental break of the series, if we don't count the cube ones.

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[blushes-and-gropes]

Thinking about kissing a pretty boy. Staring off gentle, tracing my finger tips up his arms and then wrapping them behind his neck. Slowly, as the kiss deepens, I reach up and grab a lock of his hair, lightly pulling it as I press my body against him.

His hips grind against me, desperate to relieve some of the heat building in his crotch. At this, I break my lips away from his and start trailing kisses down his neck, stopping every so often to bite down a little, drawing out gasps of pain and pleasure.

As I nibble his neck one of my hands leaves his hair and slowly trails down his body to his bulge. Gently rubbing and teasing his wet spot, I draw out another moan. My touch is just enough to keep working him up but never enough to send him over the edge. I play till he's a whimpering mess. His eyes, now teary, plead with me to let him finish as he buries his face against me.

[ahollowgrave]

Send 🪤 to see them with something they find hard to resist.

of course, of course !

Thank you for the ask @oneiroy!

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