#soft hearts ⏖

[broken-dollhouse]

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[pt / e2r] psd[link] rentry[link] tags[link]

did system requests closed [link]

sabanigender[link] intersex adult

simplyplural templates and flags

anti endo anti prat [/end pt]

As an extra or miscellaneous note esp as our rentry is a wip ;

if our layout feels too similar to someones please let us know privately so we can work on changing it ^^ same goes for if we ever use a closed symbol especially as we can't find anything definitive about what is or isn't one

[mymercyprevailss]

[teenalien-xx]

[abyssyby]

sylus’s heart, too big for his human body, pounding like a war drum every time you call him yours

“hi, my love.” and he has to take a minute— take a quick breath before responding with a soft ‘hello’ or a nonchalant (or as nonchalant as he can manage) quip about having missed him.

“i’m alright, my dear.” and all thought ceases and his fingers freeze over the wound he was tending to. his anger fizzles away like the rain on the pavement when the sun emerges from the clouds. all strength leaves his limbs as he rests his forehead to your uninjured shoulder, where a small but tender kiss is placed, and revels in the sound of your breathing.

“my heart, please.” and he’s gone. anything you ask for, anything you want is as good as yours if he has anything to do about it. his money, his home, his touch, his time— all yours, yours, yours.

“my sylus.” and he is at rest. the world is quiet, there is only you, your warmth, your voice. when the memory of his name returns to you, and he sees in your eyes that recognition—and love, despite who he was, who he is and who he will ever be in your bonded lifetimes, he gives up his entire being to you.

he is yours, and how he wishes your greed for proclaiming it would grow tenfold, until even the mere thought of him belongs to no one else.

[ara-the-great]

Sylus wasn't one normally to pout. But when it came to you leaving he would become the most desperate man in the world just to get you to stay even if was for a little while.

It was your plan to just drop off the shirt sylus left behind in linkon and be off on your way. But here he was blocking your way to the door by leaning against the door with his large body ever so slightly tipsy.

"Don't leave yet." He leaned forward

"why?" You said

"You just came, stay for a while. If you want I'll drop you off myself. As you know it's not that safe in N109 zone."

"I came here just fine, I have a pile of laundry at my apartment. If it's not something important-" you were interrupted with him suddenly flicking your forehead.

"I haven't had the pleasure of your presence for days now. My heart isn't satisfied yet." He said softly. He refused to let you let you go so soon. You presence bought spring to his otherwise cold lair.

You laughed as you cupped his face "you are pouting my love"

"you always leave so soon." He pulled you in by your waist and nuzzled his face into your shoulder. "Stay just a bit more, at least stay till your scent lingers in the air. If not, stay till my heart calms down a bit." His eyes scanned your face as he pulled just a bit away. It was quite the sight to see the infamous leader of Onychinus begging and pouting.

"Sylus-"

"Let me live a bit sweetheart. Just stay for a while" he purred. He felt drunk on you. Your smile, your laugh, your scent. You were a walking temptation for him. And you were leaving

"Sylus how can I leave if you say things like that" you sighed

"But I haven't even said much yet. I haven't even heard much from you yet" He smiled knowing he was chipping away at your will to go home to whatever menial chores you had.

He leaned forward to capture your lips in a soft and tender kiss "Stay at least till I have prepared my heart for your absence"

"You are so dramatic" You laughed as you kissed him back your chores long forgotten.

[angelicbites]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

[i-hani]

（✿ᴗ‸ᴗ） . red pngs! .　 ﹢

[carbon-corrie]

Presenting Alpha-17 being the cool dad older brother by telling stories and instructing the CC Batch (plus Rex and Baby Boba) on how to out-sass any Natborn they may encounter!

[caldoderuby]

[spineless-lobster]

Hey so if you guys here any pained animalistic sobs and/or wails don’t mind that it’s only me thinking about the house of hades family portraits

[novelconcepts]

God, the little-kid panic-excitement of Van going “I’m gonna call my mom!” This woman we KNOW isn’t a present or really functional parent, but Van’s impulse is still to reach for her. Van, who has nearly died so many times, who is faced with a piece of tech that is designed to save her life. Who finds it broken. Who finds it just out of reach. You can keep going, but we’re gonna keep pulling that football before you can kick it. You must keep going, but the flames will just keep licking your heels. Of course she grows up fixing old tech. Of course she does. Of course she still dreams of flames. Of course she does.

[broken-dollhouse]

This exists in relation to all of our stamps.

Our stamps, with the exception of r/adqueer && explicitly [pro] e/ndo flags / creators , will cover nearly every term , however we are very discourse unaligned & don't care for it , meaning we won't engage in it at all. Us creating a stamp for a flag does not directly mean we endorse it , we create these stamps for others. Basically saying don't assume we are one way or another and don't bring discourse to us either. These stamps are a resource for others.

However we are very much autistic + intersex , which influences how we are as someone who has struggled with self-id for years , we find no reason to judge someone elses id unless they are actively harming someone else. Meaning we are generally neutral on good faith ids.

Posts with stamps ;

Assorted flags 1 [link] Gemstone trans flags [link] Lesbian + Gay flags [link] Lesbian + Sapphic flags [link] System flags - Butternuttered [link] Assorted flags 2 [link] System flags - Steamedbuncollective [link] Alter source flags [link]

[kawaii09225]

ᥴᥙ𝗍ᥱ symbols

๋࣭ ╰⪼ 𝖿ᥣ᥆ᥕᥱrs

𑁍 𓇢𓆸 𓇬 𑁍 ꫂ ၴႅၴ ᪥ 𔓘 𖥸 𖤣 ⚘

╰⪼ һᥱᥲr𝗍s

𐚁 ఌ︎ 𔘓 ‹𝟹 ᰔ ᜊ ᥫ᭡ এ ♡︎‪‪ ❤︎‬ ᡣ𐭩 ♥︎

╰⪼ s𝗍ᥲrs

⚝ 𖤐 ✶ ✷ ⛥ ✴ ☆ ⍟ ✦ 𖥔 ✰ ★ ☆

╰⪼ ᑲᥙ𝗍𝗍ᥱr𝖿ᥣіᥱs

ꕤ 𐦍 ;༊ 𐀔 ʚĭɞ ઇଓ ཐིཋྀ ꒰͡ ͜ Ï ͜ ͡꒱͏ ༊ ʚɞ

╰⪼ ᥲᥒіmᥲᥣs

𓇼 𓆉︎ 𓅸 𓆙 𓆡 𓅫 𓄇 𓃹 𓆌 𓆑 𓆨

╰⪼ ᥴ᥆𝗊ᥙᥱ𝗍𝗍ᥱ

౨ৎ ۶ৎ ^᪲᪲᪲ 𝜗𝜚 ྀི ೀ ၄၃ 𐙚 ꪆৎ ୨୧

╰⪼ rᥲᥒძ᥆m

࣪ ִֶָ☾. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ּ ֶָ֢.๑ˎˊ˗ .☘︎ ݁˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⪩. .⪨ 𖣂 ༉‧₊˚.

[teenalien-xx]

your love is like a studded leather headlock ♡

[sleepymarimo]

toji x reader // sfw!

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t remember the last time he was gifted something.

“you got me what?” he asks again, kicking his sandals off at your front door for what seems like the millionth time.

you rise from your couch, the wood creaking slightly as you do so. “just some stuff for you to keep here so you stop using mine,” you reply, the shrug of your shoulders indicating how little of a deal it is.

in the kitchen, you rinse out the glass you’d been using. toji’s footsteps are barely audible over the sound of running water.

“there’s a few pairs of sweats in the hall closet,” you tell him, setting the glass down to dry. “and some other stuff in the bathroom. shampoo, body wash, toothbrush…”

the assassin lets out a small huff, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway. “you tellin’ me i reek or something?” he accuses, more so to brush off the odd feeling building in his gut.

“maybe.” comes your playful quip, your head tilting as you rest your weight on the counter and look at him. “but seriously, you just come around so often,”- his nose wrinkles at that, as he knows he crashes here much more than he should- “that i figured i’d just get you your own things. it’s not like it cost me an arm and a leg.”

with a yawn you stroll toward your room, lightly poking his chest as you pass him. “plus, you use up all of my stuff, dummy.”

he grunts, his eyes following you until you’re out of sight. “i don’t need fancy clothes or any of that crap,” he murmurs to himself, taking a few steps toward the hall closet.

his large hands wrap around the handles, sliding the doors open until he sees a pile of clothes resting on one of the shelves. three black tees stacked atop three pairs of sweats, some boxers and socks in a little box, all for him.

he picks up a shirt without hesitation, the fabric smooth against his calloused fingers. his brows furrow in concentration, maybe unease. this is for him, it’s his, and maybe that’s why this shirt is the softest one he’s ever felt.

with a gruff exhale, he snatches a pair of sweats and a clean pair of boxers, his steps unhurried as he heads for the bathroom.

the fan hums above him as the lock clicks into place, his eyes immediately darting to the shelves to see the new toiletries. his stuff.

inside the shower, toji’s shoulders sag.

it’s as if the water is washing away his defenses, the rugged, nonchalant exterior he wears now melting away in the comfort of your shower.

toji pops open one of the new shampoo bottles, taking in the scent and pouring it onto his palm. he wonders if this smell reminds you of him, if you put some thought into each item.

while he rubs it into his hair, he thinks about if he should pay you back. it’s not like he asked you to get him all this stuff, but still.

even when you’d first started letting him crash on your couch, you hadn’t demanded much in return.

“just don’t make a big mess and be decent, alright?” he remembers you saying.

and he was just fine with that. free room and board just for something so simple? he’d be a moron to decline.

it was only after around a week that he felt a familiar itch. he wouldn’t be in your debt, wouldn’t wait for the day when you’d inevitably ask for something.

so, he offered what he always did- himself. that’s what women usually wanted from him, anyway.

his idea didn’t exactly go as planned. if anything, it made him feel more conflicted, made him wonder why the hell you kept him around.

were you just lonely? did you enjoy his company?

“oh, no… i don’t do that,” you’d said, holding your hands up, flustered but adamant. “you don’t have to sell yourself to me or anything. who does that? like, what?”

the water patters on the tile floor, his body and mind feeling more clear and clean than they’ve been in a long time.

when the faucet squeaks shut, he steps out and snorts as he sees a new, fluffy black towel hanging beside yours behind the bathroom door. he grabs it, rubbing his scarred skin dry and running it through the damp strands of his hair.

the new clothes feel like heaven, truly.

in your room, engrossed by your phone, you barely hear the sound of the bathroom door opening. toji’s steps are almost silent, his arms crossing over his chest as he watches you beneath the covers.

he’s amused as you snicker at some post, the dim screen lighting up your face in the otherwise dark room.

“let me crash here, yeah?” he suggests, though it’s more of an order.

you’re startled, rightfully so, hiding your phone against your chest while you sit up straighter. “oh, you scared me! new clothes and you think you’re all that, huh? too good for the couch?”

yet, even as you chide him, you’re peeling back the covers for him, grabbing the extra pillows and moving them out of the way.

a satisfied grunt leaves him as he spreads out on the mattress, careless of the space he takes up. he tugs the blankets over his person, settling in like a big cat.

he curls into you. you don’t mind.

while you scroll along with one hand, the other supports his head and absentmindedly strokes the skin of his cheek.

his eyes watch you, his breaths becoming more steady and even. he’d never admit how much it means to him that you’d gotten him new clothes, new toiletries, practically a new home.

it’s more than he deserves, but he finds himself wanting to take as much as he can get.

he’s yours, even if he doesn’t know it. and, as the days go by, he wonders if you can be his, too.