#so many hugs to you !!
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#dungeon meshi#laishuro#thank you for the tag#ever since the hug they were in the back of my mind#idk idk#I have so many thoughts#this made sense in my head#one of the similarities of falin and Laios that Shuro would fall for#being a (kind) healer#sorry it’s so sketchy#no patience anymore how do I get patience
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In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#bg3 tav#my art#gabby plays bg3#shadowheart#and#lae'zel#are also here#anyway tag ramble time just got the romance scene where you can hug him and on my knees.....this guy.....#astarion: hey i was kinda sleeping with you to save my ass but turns out im feeling real emotions now#matt marja: wtf. me too. this is so embarrassing for both of us we're idiots [tenderly hold hands]#i thought up matt for a campaign we may or may not play last year and deciding to play him in bg3 because i thought it would be funny#to put him against this guy who seemingly has many of his same issues. Best idea i've ever had. the emotional catharsis im experiencing#matt marja
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THIS FUCKING MOMENT
#maccadam#transformers#prowl#jazz#jazzprowl#momu fanart#fic fanart#LISTEN#L I S T E N#Prowl pretending to reach for a hug and Jazz immediately reaching back??#aaauuuuhhhhhhhh#the fact that Prowl hugs him and uses this peaceful little moment to snatch away the gun???#gun? Blaster? whatever you know what I mean#and listen#the fact that Jazz considered fighting Prowl for this blaster#like#correct me if I’m wrong#but I fully fucking believe that Jazz could easily just disarm Prowl there#I saw what he’s capable of#He can pull so many types of crazy shit#And Prowl is in desperate need of rest#Jazz could destroy him no problem but he chose not to#I#hmmmh
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"While it could use its psychic abilities in battle, this Pokémon prefers to swing its powerful arms around to beat opponents into submission."
#reuniclus#shiny reuniclus#pokemon#i think everyday about how this guy is so happy to have arms#meanwhile its counterpart gothitelle has to wrestle with the mortality of everything it loves#how many trainers do you think got sent to the hospital by a giant crushing hug once their duosion evolved#i like to think that while no network is created because humans aren't made like them they still enjoy holding hands with their trainers#this guy is so silly i love it cos it evolved arms to hug you back#i think it's one of the pokemon evolutionary lines i could reasonably have as a pet#reuniclus has an unimpressive 65 base attack but this doesn't stop it from beating things up and enjoying it what an icon
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Council of lovefools.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang yanli#jiang cheng#They don't have an actual sleepover in this scene but the vibes were so sleepover coded...I had to get them cozied up.#Late night talks with friends and family are some of the best conversations.#My siblings and I used to have room sleepovers with each other (Actually an excuse to stay up and talk about runescape)#Currently my flatmates and I also have really great heart to hearts late into the night.#Pondering shit like 'What defines confidence?“ and ”Why are people terrified of letting themselves fall in love?"#All that aside; There is a really great conversation between JC and WWX here. They are so close and yet so far way from each other!#Fundamentally they *agree* about many things - but JC now has to play the role of someone more 'mature'.#His temper is reigned in and he had to take a more nuanced approach. Whereas WWX can be far more reactionary.#JC has changed to become someone more mature (or at least he is trying).#Contrast this attitude with the scene *right* after where WWX literally goes baby mode with JYL. Rolling around going “I'm Fwee years old”.#When children are hurt we comfort them with hugs and warm food and a laugh. It's not enough when you're an adult. It's not simple anymore.#WWX is stuck in the past when everyone else is shifting and moving on! It's a depression allegory (and just...actual depression)#But we also get to see how some things have stayed the same. They still bicker about soup. They still tease. They are still together.#They all care for each other very much but they are struggling against trauma and are not equipped to talk about it.#You can't really blame WWX for being so protective over JYL. But JC is right: “You don't have a say in who she likes.”#It may have started as an arranged marriage but *she* is *choosing* what her heart wants. JC sees that. WWX cannot.#The final act of love is letting go after all.
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charmed, i'm sure
#homestuck#hom3stuck#jake english#dirk strider#dirkjake#jakedirk#admin draws#fanart#thats what you get for shrimping bro. i told you about the shrimping#to anyone whos been around for a while you can tell im quite obviously obsessed with that pose. that specific way of hugging urself#dirk was never escaping that#i need to draw some janeroxy too it bangs sm and i need to balance out this sausage party ive had going on in my head for the last xyz#how long has it been. how many weeks since ive seen natural light.#whatever.#id keep this to post in a batch with other drawings but it did well on its own on twt so i might as well post it here as is#feel like batchposting several basically finished drawings doesnt do me much good anyways. better serves smaller sketches on the same theme#ramble ramble
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Bear!Price
#Im really proud of the color#green is my fav....#HRGGHGHHH FLUFFY BEAR PRICE AAARRGHH#its plaguining my mind#akkskajasdkj#do you know how many time i have to stop when i draw this#because the cuteness aggression is so strong with this one#I WANNA GET A HUG FROM BEAR PRICE#gummmyart#doodle#captain john price#john price#captain price#bear!Price#captain john price fanart#John Price fanart#call of duty#cod#cod fanart
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this is. unfathomable. i’m shell shocked.
i’m hugging all of you so strongly right now. no matter what was going on, liam was such a big part of my teenage years and even twenties. he was such a big part of that band. he had such a big heart. there’s so many feelings i cant even put into words just racing through my head right now. my heart hurts for his family, his friends, the boys god the boys.
we all kinda grew up together with them and to see something like this is ungodly to even comprehend. this is such a dark fucking day. i don’t even know what to say. i never ever ever wanted to ever hear this news and to see it like this on a fucking instagram canva post from ABC news. i’m nauseous.
heartbroken
#hugging all of you#ALL of you i’m shocked#he was such a huge part of so many of us and god i fucking hate everything
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2.2
#vflower#v4 flower#v4flower#vocaloid#vocaloid flower#tenka willow#my sona#my art#ms paint#whole sona cameo just for this milestone#i was supposed to do this in august cus thats when i hit 2k but. oh well#thank you so much everyone for your support AAAAAAAAA#i seriously cant believe i reached this many 😭😭😭💖#although that piedmont miku really boosted it#i thought id reach this milestone in like. december or something#big hugs from me to you all
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Prompt 327
You know what could be fun? In a slightly traumatic and horrible way? Crossover with JJ Tim.
See he can’t stop the giggles, the laughs that are borderline hysterical as he holds himself in some mimicry of a hug. His fingers twitch like his mouth that’s smiling smiling smiling- electrocution is a horrible sensation that has many long-term effects.
But there’s another child here- a pair of them, with almost theater-esque masks and claws that tap tap tap at the cold floors as they creep closer with a near air of curiosity. They’re cloaked in red and black and something about it is familiar but he can’t focus, he can’t stop laughing-
“Well Jr-” the voice causes him to flinch, the sense of danger screaming in his head as a hand gives a too hard slap to the back. Joker Joker Joker Danger No No No Not Again- “Meet your siblings, aren’t they adorable~”
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#How did Joker get Danny & Ellie? Who knows- maybe they’re not even from the same dimension#Danny & Ellie as Harley & Quinn Jr respectfully#Tim is going to need so many hugs & might be codependent on these other kids by the time they’re found#Danny & Ellie are definitely feral but like not in a good way y’know#They definitely curl around/on top of tim/JJ like a pile of kittens before the warehouse is found#Sometimes with the hyenas too#You know what would be horrific/traumatizing probably?#If Tim became a halfa & his ghost form is even remotely similar in appearance to JJ#joker junior
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Ryunosuke's look down, scrunch not to cry, then tiny little smile and open expression is slaughtering me right now.
#ace attorney#tgaa#kazuryu#asoryuu#ryunosuke naruhodo#kazuma asogi#fuck. FUCKKKK this is so intense the friend he loves so much is back and he has so many questions but he's just so happy he is alive auuugh#i too am trying not to cry ryunosuke#new question: why the HELL are you not hugging one another right now?#tgaalb
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"How can it be your fault? Let's just let fate runs its course, whether it's your fate, my fate our both of our fates combined."
—I SAW YOU IN MY DREAM · Episode 11
#i saw you in my dream#i saw you in my dream the series#ryu ingkarat#putter phubase#yu x ai#isyimdedit#thai bl#thai drama#bl drama#bl series#my edits.#so many hugs today but then they got progressively more sad :(#what a stupid super power when all it does is give you anxiety#but also i stand by interpretation that all of this is an allegory for anxiety/fear of loss
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— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.
and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.
✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)
✦ featuring: alhaitham.
✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.
✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)
he didn’t know that it was your last day together.
he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.
he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.
he didn’t think he’d lose you like this.
he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow.
“please, please,” he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.”
the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.
“wake up, please,” he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—” his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain.
desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray.
please, please tell me it’ll be okay.
please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time.
please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.
“— just wake up, beloved.”
by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere.
no. no. this can’t be happening.
he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.
“alhaitham—”
his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?
“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.”
those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.
i love you.
he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.
until he can’t smell camphor anymore.
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every person has their curiosities.
they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.
for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.
after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?
alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things.
number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person.
he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.
and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away.
you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.
you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.
‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”
alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.
and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’
“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.”
“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”
“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”
those five more minutes were never five minutes long.
but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.
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alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play.
“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,
i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!
oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,
wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”
you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.
loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.
but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones.
a wish that you’d come back, somehow.
he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did. but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you.
a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.
he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.
“alhaitham, it's time to go.” kaveh calls his name softly.
alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,” he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.”
✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?
that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this
when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.
thanks for reading.
#—🖋#・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#astronetwrk#genshin x reader#alhaitham x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#alhaitham x you#genshin x you#emotional blabbering ahead in the tags beware#this is hitting me in a place i didn't know existed hjsjs#like. i haven't lost anyone but i have lost my life as i know it?#this past year was full of so many endings and i've been struggling in some way everyday#like i didn't know that the last time i saw my friends would truly be the last time we ever saw each other#i didn't know that i'd be bidding goodbye to my parents as i left home through an airport#ANYWAY ENOUGH DUMPING. ig i'm just telling you to hug the people you love tighter and cherish every moment you spend with them#time goes by really quickly and you don't know where it'll go#ily guys#ew barf feelings </3 /j
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Ah, childhood memories (Patreon)
#Doodles#UT#Handplates#Sans#Gaster#Having such clear external-view memories of what happened when they were young would probably give Sans a lot of ammunition lol#Not that they'd know any different - their poor memories honestly :( - but having such clear memories in places would have to be weird#Most people have childhood amnesia to an extent! Tho it's hard to say when that would've applied to them anyway with their sped-up growth#Not to mention the trauma#And it's possible that doesn't apply to Monsters to begin with lol - but it's all a moot point anyway since these are their only memories!#It's sad to think of how much of themselves are missing forever since Gaster didn't experience them :(#This is what happens when you get behind on your work >:0#I really wonder what their lack of memories/restoration of memories would do for their like/dislike of certain things!#Like how Papyrus says that sitting with Sans in his lap makes a lot of sense as to why it was so familiar and comforting#But also that knowing makes it sad as well :( Knowing recolours their understanding and interpretation!#Knowing Why makes things make sense but does it actually Help? It's a tough question - certainly it hurts in the moment#The little things Gaster has infected for them and for himself ♥ Like taking notes! Like chess and sweets and spaghetti and lab coats#And dark sweaters and cigarette smoke and hugs and intelligence - how many pieces of all of them have A Feeling attached#How many more have A Memory - and even more than that A Memory Lost and unrecoverable ughhh ♥#But the little things they can hold on to hehe <3 Like pinging Gaster for what they all know and remember#Why does he even keep coming over if he knows the reception he'll get? Lol#Feels particularly self-loathing and goes to get bullied as penance pfft
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My poster for MegaCon London 2024! 👻👻👻
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#luke patterson#reggie peters#alex mercer#jatp art#jatp fanart#my art#the con and the trip to london were absolutely amazing#i met so many nice people and got the chance to gift prints of these to the people I met and to Madi Jeremy and Owen!#as you can see I made this before Charlie jumped off but Owen was so kind to gift one to Charlie for me :D#they were all so happy and nice I still cannot comprehend it#I also made a keychain of the Reggie art I made (with his bass in Finally Free) and gifted that to Jeremy who was very cute about it#overall he gave me two hugs for the gifts and a high-five for my Reggie outfit :D#this seriously made my year already
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they have such a complex relationship
#my art#mouthwashing#anya#curly#i can't stop you but i'd rather this not be tagged as ship art#these two make me feel a lot#he failed her in so many ways but he was also the one she could rely on the most#on the ship#and she never hated him even though i think most of us rightfully would#i think they should be allowed one hug#after all they've been through
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