#softly asks

[wonderingsoftly]

Haaaaaaai :3c

I found your account very recently, and it's like I've struck a goldmine..

The way you draw and write your characters, it's just the epitome of softness and AAUGHH.. I don't have enough WORDS but it's SO GOOD

THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD

I just finished reading "Not Too Big" and that's definitely gonna be bouncing around my noggin for a while, I can't wait to read more of your stuff O/////O

Hopefully someday I can doodle your ocs, they're just very cute and I LOVE THEM AND I LOVE YOUR ART AND IM SO EXCITED TO SEE MORE

I just think your stuff is neat and ye aa a a

YAAAAAAAAA!!! thank youuuuu!!

i've actually been a fan of your stuff for a while, so i am very touched that you think so highly of what i'm writing and drawing ;0;

(highkey you're one of the blogs that helped me feel brave enough to start sharing my own stuff)

i would! explode (positive!) if you doodled any of my ocs...i've got more of them i plan on doing once i get where i want to be with a different (not wg 😅) project i'm working on right now

ougghhgh i am very happy you reached out ToT you definitely made my day!!!

please feel free to send me an ask or a dm anytime if you ever wanna chat!! 💕

[tra1nchi]

save a horse, ride a cowboy.

Boothil with domtop reader,, why ride a cowboy when you can let the cowboy ride YOU. breeding,, dumbification,,, love bomb,, and stuff hhehe

yeehaw,,MINORS DNI!! Top male reader,, toxic ah reader,, manipulation,, mind control/altering,,breeding,,dumbifaction,, love bombing

Being Boothills mechanic,,hating him from how many hours you spend fixing his metal body,,hating his lighthearted tone once he comes back to himself,,the hand on the small of your back as he walks out was unappreciated!!

Him coming back from a mission so destroyed,, His system flaring up as he overheated,,even missing a leg!! Spending all night fixing him even through what was meant to be your day off!!

But you had access to his whole system,,staring at the computer infront of you,,swallowing thickly,, sliding your guilty pleasure folder into a USB,,standing up with a short breath as you put it in at the side of his thigh!!

He woke up with a start,,he felt different,,his face felt clammy,,his sharp teeth biting at his lips as he glanced over at you,,walking willingly into your open arms,,whimpering softly at the feeling of your hand in his long hair,,

"What's happenin' to me?" He mutters softly,,clutching onto your clothing,,something was wrong about the feeling coming from his backside,,not even noticing the USB sticking out of his port!!

Gasping when he feels your fingers dip in between his metal ass,,looking up at you with wide eyes,,his lips trembling as he realised you had willingly given him a hole!! >□<

His eyes met yours before he leaned up desperately pressing his lips to yours,,guiding you down to the chair,,whimpering at the sight of your smirk as he moves to straddle down on your lap,,his long white hair cascading down his back!!

"Please darlin' treat me like those girls in my mind.." His voice was pleading,,he felt hotter,,clearly his system was overheating but he ddint care at this point,,he wanted your baby,,and he was going to get it even if he had no ability to do so,,

Bouncing himself up and down on your cock,,moaning out loudly as he grips onto your shoulder,,looking down at you with a deep blush as you whispered affirmations in his ear,,but you were so rough with tugging his hair!!

The chair creaking under your weights as you swore he was going to break it with how desperate he was for dick,,the cyborg couldn't stop himself even as he overheated!! Mumbling to himself about how much he loves your dick,,drool running down his chin as he loses his bearings completely!!

"Cum inside, need ya' so bad!" His hands move down to grip onto yours,,his eyes filled with unshed tears as you couldn't help but indulge in his request,,

[willowser]

i think katsuki just answers his phone by barking out, "bakugou." no hello, probably doesn't even look at the caller id LOL when he hears it's you, though, i think he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was coiled in his shoulders, and says a lil, "hey," 🥺🥺

and i think when he calls you, and you answer with your sweet, "helloooo ??" he is so soft 😌 just mumbles out a quiet, "what'chu doin'?" and listens as you tell him, before saying what he needed to 😌

[askoverkill]

siffrent. parent + siffrin

transcript below:

Siffrent. Siffrin. Parent.

Wow! That sucks!

(Hey! You're being put on the spot here!)

But I love it! I love having a "Siffrent!" I love you, "Siffrent!"

...Uh, alright?

[kedreeva]

From my Facebook feed, it made me think of Bug.

I'm surprised they caught her, but tis the season. Seeing a lot of "found this peahen/peacock" posts around in the last week... people getting them as breeding season begins, and turning them out into the yard to 'free range' like a chicken.

As a reminder to anyone who is going to get (or KNOWS anyone that is going to get) peafowl: they ARE NOT CHICKENS. They're pheasants. If you put them in the yard like a chicken, they will leave like a wild pheasant. If they're lucky, they will be caught again by someone else who will get a free bird, or they will find a tolerant flock of turkeys to take them in for a while, but it's extremely unlikely you will recover them. Instead of doing this to a bird, you CAN just send me the money you would be throwing into the trash by losing the bird, and I will use it to properly care for the birds here!

[wellvak]

my most favorite moments from 3x9 ‘Penelope’

[moodyvoid]

Kurogiri finding out that Tomura isn’t a virgin anymore.

Kurogiri: “Did you use protection???!??!!”

Tomura: “Duh! Of course I did! I’m not stupid.”

Tomura lifting up his hands to show he’s wearing gloves.

Kurogiri: “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT.”

[fumblrer]

idt merlin realised just how much arthur cared for him. merlin was always very visibly vocal about how much he cared for arthur which was way out of his job description even without taking the magical lifesaving into account and i think arthur constantly saw that he was only subtle about his reactions

[triona-tribblescore]

Draw the rise turtles as trolls!! Or draw cute broppy plsss

Teenage ninja trolls uvu <3

[abusivelittlebunny]

The way oscar’s blush blooms across his nose bridge, cheeks and ears; his whole body going totally limp and eyes fluttering close…what a vision…

Cut to him and Lando in the McLaren private party both dressed in playboy bunny costumes getting passed around by wealthy older men sponsoring them and the boys earning their keep by entertaining their cherished guests. They adore how sweet and shy Oscar is blushing so easily from their attention, every grope at his ass or thighs or waist making him jump like a cute bun. Zak takes him in his lap and squeezes the nerves out of him showing the sponsors how docile Oscar becomes with a bit of pressure, turning soft as pudding when manhandled roughly and they all coo at his burning blush and heavy lashes weighing down his eyelids as he parts his legs and lets the men have their fun while Zak holds him secure and whispers praises into his ear

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

actually . for scientific purposes who do u guys think i would match with the best . in jjk ……. realistically ……. romantically ………. any thoughts 🐭

[anika-ann]

made-up fic title: ever so softly

Hello dear 🥰 Thank you so much for participating in the game 😍

Since my brain does refuse to acknolwdge the concept so far, you too get a little drabble-ish thing 🥹 This time only with 600 words, Bucky, and a flavour of angst with hurt/comfort 😇

ever so softly

warnings: mentions of blood and violence, anxiety, sensory issues and hypersensitivity and PTSD A/N: divider by @firefly-graphics

Sometimes, your hands shake.

You’ve got a tender heart, people would say; a codename for those who get overwhelmed with the world, with people, with the noise and smells and strange textures and tastes, with emotions; with anxiety.

Your own body, your own damn brain was often your worst enemy. You were your worst enemy and you hated it with passion, especially on days when you somehow had no energy left but for that and spiralling down the void of terror made of your own synapses.

On days like these, like on every other, Bucky holds you, whispering soft words of solace and encouragement into your hair, tender lips and gentle voice, creating a protective bubble of silence and peace, tucked safe and far away from the world.

On days like these, he embraces you closely – unless you cannot bear his love for the moment, despising yourself for it all the more – and helps you put together the pieces of your tender soul you feel have imploded inside of you and suffocate you with every attempt of breath.

He sooths you and promises – begs, in truth – to keep you. Loving you,

ever so softly,

reminding you that you can choose and do the same and until you do, he will. For both of you.

And on some days, you do too.

Sometimes, Bucky’s hands shake.

It is a funny little glitch, he supposes, once he has the capacity to be sardonic with himself, which is always; his metal hand, science perfected, precious chunk of vibranium crafted to faultless functionality on engineerism, and it trembles as much as his flesh hand.

Bucky Barnes is an old man; a reborn man, haunted by an army of ghosts and undead. Doctors in his old days called it shellshock; the fancy modern name for it is PTSD.

Some days, images of blood, violence and death run on the silver screen of his mind like the most messed-up horror flick, following him through day and seeping into his nights, sleepless; or worst, consumed by nightmares than never end, because they are memories of his own actions.

His soul weighs too much to bear, drenched with blood and guilt that no penance can wash away.

Sometimes, you help with the cleanse despite it.

You take his shaking hands – sometimes his very own, sometimes the glorified invention attached to his body – and lead him to the living room where on the shelves stand his little treasures; one supposedly beautiful thing next to another, small wooden statues he had carved himself, rough around the edges but otherwise delicate, a reflection of his gentle torn soul. You do not speak a word, you do no point, letting him see what you see. To make him see that what he only perceives as a pair of hands soaked in blood and wrongdoings, had made good and beautiful too.

And even in the dead of night, you walk him to the most special room of the house, of your home, his steps hesitant, but his heart too weak to resist. Helpless and already yearning, he can never say no.

In those no longer trembling hands, you gently place the most precious thing he has had a generous hand in creating, with utmost love.

Tears burning in his eyes, he cradles your baby, his baby, to his chest with one arm, his other curling around you, pressing you to his side, lips attached to your temple. You linger in your embrace until his tears of grief and guilt turn into ones of acceptance and happiness.

Because he loves and he is loved,

ever so softly

and every beat of his heart, your heart and his child’s, promise him that despite all the pain, everything will be okay.

I hope you enjoyed the little angst but with a sweet note in the end for a change🥰

Thank you for reading and @murdock-and-the-sea for sending 💕

[duplicitousfate]

We need more Sheri!

I couldn't help myself so y'all get Sheri sin 🙏

It's already up over on my ✨️Patreon✨️

It'll be up on BlueSky🦋 in one week as well.

[azrael08]

I happen to have the headcanon that Quark is actually a really good singer, but he just doesn't do it out in the open a lot. Like Rom knows about because they grew up together and heard him all the time, Ishka once told Quark that he could "earn a living worth of latinum" by actually pursuing it as a career, Nog knows cause Quark used to sing him lullaby's when he was younger, and Jadzia probably also knows about it because she caught Quark humming and singing to himself in the bar's storeroom one day.

Anyway, all this say that when Odo walks into Quarks on an extremely crowded and lively night to find a drunk Jadzia goading various members of the crew into karaoke he stays and sits down to watch only to be finds himself complete dumbstruck when an equally tipsy Quark starts singing a slow love song in an absolutely enchanting voice. Halfway through the song they lock eyes across the room right as a particularly lovey-dovey lyric comes up. Odo doesn't dare look away from the magnetic pull of Quark's hooded eyes and enlarged pupils looking straight at him. As the soft music swells all around them the room is suddenly empty, nobody but them between these walls and the vast expanse of space and stars. Odo starts to feel himself melt and finds that it's getting harder and harder to maintain his form the longer he watches Quark and the blush filling his cheeks and his tongue dash out to wet his lips and-

The moment is over as quick as it started.

The song ends, everyone claps and cheers, the night eventually ends and compliments are thrown left and right at Quark's singing abilities.

Meanwhile Odo's trying to figure out a way to simultaneously tell Quark he's never appeared more beautiful while still somehow insulting and degrading him without actually letting him know that Odo cares.

[valvarads]

ren “he wants that cookie so effing bad” akiyama

bonus:

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Good job."

TAIKAN YOHOU (2023). Episode 3.