#silly silly silly lion mans

[lychniis]

⚘ — DUE RESPITE.

i. SYNOPSIS : he demands his affection. it's long overdue, in his opinion. ( jing yuan x reader ) // evenfall event - prompt xi ( ❛ honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips.❜ ) + daisy.

ii. WARNING(S) : mild mentions of blood and one fucked up appendix, this is lowkey selfship coded, reader is a doctor and is lowkey tired too, jing yuan is just a wee bit touchy, a tiiiny hint of angst. very small but i swear but it's all fluff and sweet talking.

# masterlist

“Come here.” 

He smiles in indulgence, fingers pattering playfully over hardwood. You consider his request, sugar melting over your tongue with the passing moment. You reach out for more candy as the twisting in your gut persists. A wingbeat draws your attention again. Jing Yuan is still staring straight at you.

“Why?” you ask carefully.

“Let me kiss you.” Blunt, to the point, so unlike the lilting riddles he’d spin and confuse you with. You shake your head. 

“I smell of blood.” you’d overseen the surgery of one insistent patient, a short lifer whose stomach cramps stemmed from an inflamed appendix. Even after washing yourself down you can’t quite rid the tang iron rimming your fingertips. 

Jing Yuan laughs. To him, everything may as well be a joke. Or a threat. Or a simple amusement. You consider it the happy experience of going senile with age ( you had expressed it to him. He’d laughed even harder till the birds in his hair clear out and his shoulders shook and trembled like his being was wracked with earthquakes ).

“Trust me, I’ve smelled far worse.” he assures you, leaning forth to take your hand, his lips pressing up against the palm. “Come.” A tug. You’re a slave to the way his eyes shine. You hate how he has you so easily stringed up and weak for his words ( your heart is racing, it’s a traitorous little thing ripping away at your chest and stealing your breath and warming your cheeks ).

His large hands settle you easily on his lap, drumming staccato over your hips. His lips find your temple next. “Darling mine.” he whispers. “Darling mine.”

“Yes.”

Jing Yuan smiles and shuts his eyes, curling his grip around the hook of your legs. The action in firm, steady, half patient, half wanting. “Look at me.”

You turn your head away.

He presses his face to your hair. “No?” he intones with feigned disappointment. “I cannot see your face?”

“No.” you play along, reaching for more of the rock candy. Jing Yuan stops you, and it’s warm, warm, warm all over. There’s is something tempered in his gaze. It’s a lazy adoration. 

“Is there any way I can appease my beloved then?” he muses. “Should I beg on my knees? Wax poetry?”

You groan. “No, no poetry, Jing Yuan.”

“No poetry either? My, you are a tough case, aren’t you?” he’s sweeping you away from the floor, draped on his lap and his chest. Your grasp lays upon his heart. You feel it beat. Your head turns and you face him, lips pursing as you try to stifle back the flustered curl tugging at the corners. “There.” he whispers. A finger taps at your jaw. 

He lets you close the gap and steal away gaping kisses.

“I’m weak for you, aren’t i?” you mumble mournfully between them. Jing Yuan softens to it. “An utter fool. An idiot.”

“Maybe. But I’d be a hypocrite for belittling you for it, no?” he’s chasing after your lips again in a rare moment of greed. He’s not a selfish man. Jing Yuan would let himself be rend by a thousand swords or scorched by starfire if it means another lives a life in peace. It’s a simple truth nestled in him, so blatant in its presence yet artfully tucked away beneath paraphernalia and other quirks picked over the centuries. 

( Jing Yuan who’d let himself bleed, bleed, bleed. )

Your nose nuzzles at the column of his neck. You will not be thinking of tragedy today. “Just keep holding me.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners. He is flesh and blood in your grasp. he is whole. He is him.

The respite is welcomed.

❪⠀🎬⠀�� AINE SPEAKS ;;

working through this event like the damn aventurine boss jk jk. anyway i am ill for this man and i want him to hold me thank you.

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[myungheartz]

Stubborn kitty. // Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s reward for you helping him was trapping you in his arms.

tags: gn!reader, fluff, sfw, leona being a housekitty, a small mention of an injury

Recently, Leona got injured. It wasn’t anything serious, just needed to limit his arm movements to not worsen his state. Today, he just needed to wash his hair and despite your suggestions about helping him, he refused and insisted on doing this himself.

Now, he walked out of the bathroom, his hair soaking wet, a frown on his face. He let out an exasperated sigh as he sat down on the couch you were sitting on. You lifted your gaze from your phone and met Leona’s slight scowl.

“…Can you help me?” He asked, clearly not happy about needing help, a towel laid on his shoulders, preventing his wet hair from getting water on his clothes. Your eyebrows furrowed for a split second before realizing that he was asking for help with getting his hair dried up.

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, putting your phone down on the coffee table next to the couch. “Does your arm feel too sore?” You asked genuinely as you started to dry his wet hair.

Your touch was gentle, almost massaging his scalp with your movements, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back a little.

“Maybe.” That was his answer. Surely it must’ve hurt, otherwise he’d still be stubborn like a donkey and do everything himself.

After drying it you quickly went to the bathroom to grab a brush. “I’ll brush your hair too, ‘kay?” You said softly, sitting behind him.

“Whatever, just— Make it quick.” Otherwise, his heart will beat too fast and he’ll start liking all this even more, and he doesn't want that at all.

You started brushing his long soft brown hair, the braids that were usually by the sides of his temples were not there, it wasn’t all that surprising since he’d just gotten out of the shower. When his hair was all loose and wet he looked softer, his hair, despite being wet, still managed to look fluffy.

His ears were wet too, but you only gave them a few gentle dabs with the towel, not fully knowing if that’d be okay with Leona.

As you brushed his hair, you also gently undid any knots that were in his hair. You felt his body leaning in a little more into yours as you kept brushing his hair. At first, you thought it was just an instinct to lean into a comfortable touch, but as it turned out, he fell asleep.

Soft breaths and occasional grunts left his mouth as he slept. You were conflicted about whether to wake him up or not. He looked so at peace that you just didn't have the heart to wake him up.

You attempted to get out from behind his body and not wake him up, but it was quite the challenge as his back was pressed against your chest. It was quite baffling — How did he even manage to fall asleep in this position?

“Crap.” You whispered out as he twitched when you moved. You tried it again, and this time you succeeded in escaping from his sleeping form.

You carefully yet a little awkwardly positioned his body to something that wouldn’t make him feel sore when he woke up, hoping it wouldn’t get him out of his, usually heavy, sleep.

You heard something being uttered out just as you tried to take a step to leave the room to let him rest. “Stay...”He sleepily grabbed your hand and swiftly pulled you on top of his body, wrapping his arms around you as if you were a plush toy and not a human being. “Stay… F’me…” He whispered, his breath hitting your skin as he cuddled up to you, his tail unconsciously wrapping itself around your leg as if to keep you in place.

I guess that’s your fate now. Sleeping with him. It would be more comfy if not for his still slightly wet hair, but I guess no one really gets all their wishes fulfilled, right?

“G’night..” He whispered.

“It’s 2 PM.” You commented.

“Shush.”

[justablah56]

you guys I love them so much they're so silly to me

silly stupid boyfriends of all time btw

[spinnysocks]

mini kiburi x ushari fic :3

Every muscle in Kiburi's body ached. Scar just had to call a meeting after he, Janja and Reirei had their tails handed to them by the Lion Guard for the thousandth time.

The only positive thing about the sundown meeting was Ushari. While Scar berated them as usual, the snake gave the crocodiles the benefit of the doubt - they were being sent on nearly every mission lately and were likely overtired, of course they couldn't fight as well. The firey lion didn't like to hear that coming from his second-in-command, but it was better than having to hear his prolonged reprimanding.

“Tomorrow morning, you will attack Mbuni Woods, where there will be less backlash from the Pridelanders.” Scar announced. He set his gaze on Kiburi, then looked at Ushari who gave him a nod. “Kiburi, you and your float can rest, as long as you fight better.”

The crocodile leader stood tall. “We crocs can fight just fine. We won't lose next time.”

“You better. Now, all of you go and prepare for tomorrow… And I don't want to hear any excuses again.” The ghostly lion threatened before disappearing into smoke.

Kiburi sighed deeply and let his eyes close for a second. He hadn't been allowed to sleep properly in who knows how many days. The news, although extremely small and insignificant, was a relief for him and his float.

“Kiburi?”

He opened his eyes and glanced to see Ushari slithering towards him. They were the only two left in the volcano now. The atmosphere was strangely peaceful for once.

“I thought you might fall asleep there.” The cobra was joking, but there was something more in his voice that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

Kiburi turned to face him, feeling every sore muscle as he moved. He stared back at Ushari, for once in his life unable to think of a comeback due to his fatigue. “I should get back to my float before they start thinkin’ we’ll be on tomorrow's mission.”

He began walking down from the volcano’s ledge, each step slower than usual. Ushari caught up and matched his speed.

“I’ll accompany you.” The snake insisted in his ever-so-casual tone. Kiburi continued walking as he considered it. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to have company but he had to play it off.

“Don’t you need to return to your hollow for the night? It's getting dark.” As they exited the volcano, he looked up at the darkening sky where stars were beginning to show. At least it was a pretty night.

“I slept during the day. Scar usually has his best schemes in the middle of the night.”

Kiburi snickered. “Sure. What I meant was, why are you escorting me? I'm not some weak, pathetic animal who needs protection.” The words came out his mouth a little ruder than he intended.

“Of course not. You're the farthest from that… when you're not falling asleep on your feet.” Ushari responded, smirking as Kiburi snapped his weary head back up at the comment.

The crocodile leader stopped. “So you are here to protect me—”

“Relax. All I'm doing is making sure you don't walk into a rock on your way.”

The pair resumed walking. Kiburi smirked slightly. “Sounds like something my float would do. They’re a bunch of fish-for-brains.”

Ushari watched the expression on his face closely with curiosity. The crocodile barely ever smiled, but it was nice when he did. “But you like them?”

“Like them? Ha! They're my only friends.” The somewhat sad response sounded positive coming from the crocodile. Maybe it was just the fatigue.

The cobra raised an eyebrow at him, a smug smile on his face. “Am I not your friend?”

Kiburi looked back at him with a blank face. “...I like you enough. For you to be my friend, I mean.”

“I assumed we already were. Perhaps making friends with crocodiles is different from snakes. Although, a crocodile liking me is high praise to me.” Ushari hissed.

Kiburi glanced away, refusing to let the sudden redness on his face be seen. Even in his sleep-deprived state, he wouldn't let himself be uncharacteristically flustered. He could play it cool.

“Another reptile respecting me is high praise to me. I liked you from the moment we met.”

Ushari chuckled. “Not enough to be unspoken friends?” The hint in his voice was just like that of their first meeting — smooth and casual and yet producing so many feelings in the crocodile.

Kiburi dared to look at him again — if he was brave enough to fight, then he was brave enough to look at Ushari's face. “Oh, I don't think we're friends, Ushari…”

[ims0vain]

Poor guy, I couldn’t help but laugh though. 🤭🌧️💧👞🧦

[tabooi]

THEY'RE FRIENDS

[monocrowee]

flat colour jingyuan:3

[kit-kat-jo]

Rambley the Raccoon has my WHOLE heart i just want everyone to know this. just so it’s clear

[mahkinarya]

First pass for a Prowler haunting a cyberpunk Binondo, Manila. Story details below the cut.

Lore time baby: - She and her sibling (this universe's Spiderperson) are half-siblings, the illegitimate children of some rich jackass who abandoned their mothers - She discovered her sibling's existence via a tip and found them after their mother died. She became their legal guardian from then on and provided money for their welfare. She was often away, but loving. - She fell in with the wrong people when she was younger and became a hitman for hire - Her sibling moves to Manila on a senior high scholarship to a fancy school and gets bitten by a radioactive spider during a tour of a lab, you know the drill. - She wanted to shield them from her experiences in the dark underbelly of the city, and when they discover her identity + she realizes she very nearly murdered her sibling in a fight her worst fear comes true. She loves her sibling more than life itself, but when his faith in her utterly shatters she's at a complete loss at what to do and runs away - She gets yeeted into Nueva York and goes on the run until she gets captured

[silver-embersss]

the hyperfixation has me by the throat and so through the power of autism and peer pressure I present Phoenix, a few jokes about my Spirits Unleashed character that became an oc by complete accident.

more info below the cut :]

His name is Phoenix because that's my steam handle and that's how this started out lol

He's the son of Rookie from the Ghostbusters video game, and the general gist is after the destruction of the Shandorian Mandala, Rookie took some time off and came back to a very tense firehouse, as Egon starts to get 'spooky' a la pre-afterlife. With Peter's blessing, he takes off to England to start up a Ghostbusters offshoot there, and due to some nebulous circumstances has a child, who he raises with minimal interaction with the other Ghostbusters - not on purpose, they're all just busy and awkward with each other since Egon left.

Cue the events of Afterlife, and off in England, Rookie goes out on a bust and doesn't come back. His ghost leaves a letter for Pheo, his son, telling him to find Ray in New York and personally hand him the rest of the letter... So Pheo does. Rookie was claircognizant, and the letter turns out to be some ominous premonitions about an 'eternal darkness' and an 'evil spirit' and whatnot. Ray and Winston take Pheo in under their new apprenticeship program, as in the events of Spirits Unleashed, and, having inherited his dad's claircognizance and 'sensitivity' to the spirit world, he very quickly starts becoming an occult scholar like his uncle Ray, happy to live with Ray in the apartment above his bookshop with free access to all the cool stuff in the shop below. As in the game, Samhain escapes just like Rookie predicted in his letter, but Pheo saves the day, yada yada more game events.

There's a lot more but that's the basic plotline, anyway. I thought I'd give at least a little bit of context before I start posting stuff, as well as a VERY rough character sheet :]

[devilsrecreation]

Ya’ll remember the snake squad? Have some incorrect quotes (feat. Jormungandr from Ducktales) :)

Sir Hiss, about Fu-xi: Apparently we're getting someone new in the group.

Ushari: Are we stealing them?

Kaa: New or used?

Sir Hiss: Wonderful responses, both of you!

Sir Hiss: Anyone d-

Fu-xi: Depressed?

Ushari: Drained?

Kaa: Dumb?

Jormungandr: Disliked?

Sir Hiss: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people

Sir Hiss: We've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Kaa will and will not eat.

Fu-xi: Grass? Yes!

Sir Hiss: Moss? Yes!!

Fu-xi: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Sir Hiss: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Fu-xi: Worms? Sometimes!

Sir Hiss: Rocks? Usually nah.

Fu-xi: Twigs? Usually!

Sir Hiss: Jormungandr's cooking?

Inconclusive!

Ushari: How did you... test this?

Sir Hiss: You just hand him stuff and say 'eat this' and if they eat it, they eat it.

Ushari: ... I don't know how to feel about this.

Jormungandr: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Ushari: Why are Sir Hiss and Kaa sitting with their backs to each other?

Fu-xi: They had a fight.

Ushari: Then why are they intertwining tails?

Fu-xi: They get sad when they fight.

Sir Hiss: Kaa, I'm sad.

Kaa: *hugs Sir Hiss* It's going to be okay.

Ushari: Fu-xi, I'm sad.

Fu-xi, nodding: mood.

Fu-xi: I am strong! I beat Kaa at kung fu!

Sir Hiss: Anyone can beat Kaa at kung fu!

Kaa: Hey-

Sir Hiss: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right

Kaa: Looking right because you left

Fu-xi: Looking up cause you let me down

Ushari: Looking down cause you fucked up

Jormungandr: What is wrong with you guys

[generalsmemories]

i can have a normal day and suddenly at 3 AM while I wait for melatonin to kick in i get another epiphany but I'm also left groveling on the ground cause of said epiphany

[mumpsetc]

would like to see two as a little horsie..

Twony...

[flammedoudoune]

I don’t think I can ever forgive David Lowery for the Peter Pan live action remake. BUT he kinda went off when he said “you know what, Dev Patel would look so good as a medieval knight” and then he went and made a whole movie about it. Big W for David Lowery right there.

[the-alphaess]

a sketch page of various different alternative universe versions, including: genderbent anthro genderbent AND anthro at the same time

[aivy-saur]

Clinging onto my nesoberi and sitting plush for dear life whenever I'm falling apart. My emotional support fr