#strictly fluff

[nervocat]

“Father Gallagher?” (no cws - wc: 271, platonic/fluff, gn reader)

He'd be that cool dad ngl. Like he'd be pretty laid back and not very strict with you. He'd let you hang around the bar with Siobhan and him when he goes around there to hang out and make drinks.

If you wanted, he'd teach you how to make drinks. Whether you did good or bad, he'd still say, “Good job, kid,” as he pats you on the shoulder or head or something with a proud smile on his face. Very supportive father.

Honestly probably adopted. I don't know how that works and stuff but I can't see him NOT doing that.

Likes to walk around Penacony with you and look at some of the things around even if he's supposed to be working. His Bloodhound duties can wait, his kid takes priority.

Are you feeling stressed? Sad?? Gallagher's there for you. Whether you just want him around, want comfort or just want to rant to him about things he'll listen. Might not be good at replying or comforting, but is definitely there for you no matter what.

If you also identify as trans or something he'll be very affirmative! You want your hair cut? Sure! Wardrobe change?? Of course!! And even if you're not he's very supportive either way. Will do any of the things previously mentioned for you as well.

Gallagher would do anything for his beloved child, he'd hate to hurt you in any way, shape or form. He loves you too much for that to ever happen and if he does, instant apologies.

He's very observant, and can notice when he does something not to your liking.

notes: can you guys tell this is self-indulgent (esp the ending) :// tis my bad! but!! I am not. Um. Not in the best of moods (hence my break, just not hiatus). BUT YEAH A FIC FROM NERVO OMG?? AND IT'S PLATONIC FATHER GALLAGHER???? Also since my thoughts aren't as coherent or smth this fic might not be the best of mine 🙏🙏 I BRING FATHER GALLAGHER UPON THEE❗❗(sorry if he's possibly ooc.. haven't written him before)

★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦

[scealaiscoite]

pride month prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “i know you’re pretty private about your identity, but i was wondering if you’d like to something small with me just to mark the occasion?”

— “i found this with your flag on it, and it made me think of you.”

— “the parade is on this weekend, do you think you’d like to go with me?”

— “did you really get a rainbow bandana for the dog/cat?”

— “last year you got plastered and sang lady gaga for an hour straight at karaoke, so i can’t wait to see what this year holds.”

— “i’ll never need a reason to show the world how much i love you.”

— “i understand that you want to be supportive and i appreciate that, but is covering the house in pride flag bunting really the way to go?”

— “come on, it’s just a drag brunch! who doesn’t like drag brunches?!”

— “i was thinking we could go out somewhere nice for date night this week. you know, just for the month that’s in it.”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

on my agenda today: read bllk / write sugu fic / farm sunday mats / brainstorm pinned & mlists……….

[volleyboyfriends]

i don't really care for oihina (duh, this is a kagehina account get your head out of your ass) and I am sure that for most people, kagehina and iwaoi make more sense.

BUT

i honestly think it is hilarious and so interesting the fandom just adopted this idea that hinata and okiawa definitely hooked up during the brazil arc— which makes COMPLETE SENSE? I would think it's stupid if it was just a proximity thing, but the fact that its NOT is so interesting!

hinata being alone, isolated, in a foreign country that he doesn't know the native language, working constantly and if not that, practicing and playing— someone like Oikawa, more than a familiar face, and they are grown adults? And we all know their relationship is decently friendly if not affectionate? come on now

i would LOVE a fic that has endgame kageyama finding this out for the first time, when everyone thought he knew, or better yet, hinata revealing it in passing to him after theyve been dating and just the pure confusion and turning into jealous sex would be so amazing.

and you can go ahead and kys if you dont think i wont read a fic about them being casual to try to forget about kageyama and iwaizumi and FAILING HORRIBLY

also its fucking hilarious that ao3 has an official tag called Brazil Fling for this specific headcanon— amazing ill take 14 of them

sorry i just had to speak i was gonna explode

[alaskasbignaturals]

York idly kicked the edge of the seat of Cal’s chair.

This is one of I think many more doodles to come from the amazing fic by @thesbian-who-writes​ (heres the fic)

I’ll have you know that I was on the floor in a puddle because I melted from all the sweetness and fluff and love its such a good fic... definitely becoming a new comfort fic for sure >:3

[it-happened-one-fic]

Square Dance - Just Where You Had Started - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: This is a dual purpose fic. I know I said the Vil dance fic was that last one, but I wasn't happy ending this AU without a conclusion fic. Secondly @pyroxeene, I hope you enjoy this dance fic! I cheated a little and combined square dancing with ceilidh dancing due to some research difficulty. I listed to "Kingdom Dance" from the Tangled OST by Alan Menken and was also heavily inspired by the Tangled dancing scene. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List

Type: Dance AU/ Female Reader/ Fluff/ Romantic

Word Count: 902

It was the final dance for the series of classes that had been held at NRC. A sort of celebration, the headmaster had called it. But it hadn’t been solely his idea. In fact, it had been an idea put forth by Lilia.

The ancient fae had declared that a final dance, performed by the entire school, would serve as a final way of proving what they’d learned and of causing all the students to bond.

Despite some reservations, Lilia was the one who had put forth the idea, so Sebek would follow along. After all, Lilia knew best, and Malleus himself supported the idea.

The heir to the Briar Valley throne had actually quite liked the idea when Lilia had first mentioned it. Citing that it would be a good time to share a more faerie style of dance and for you, the Prefect who’d performed for each class, to simply enjoy themselves for the sake of a dance.

And that's how it had been decided. 

The closest thing the staff knew to the dances of the fae were what they called a ‘square dance.’ So that was what everyone learned. And when it came time for the grand performance, lots were drawn to see who the Prefect’s final partner would be.

Sebek had stared at the long straw in his hand in surprise before he looked up to see you smiling at him from where you stood between the two designated callers for the dance. Lilia and Sam.

Malleus himself was the one who cast the spell that gave the magical band life as students formed the interlocking circles of partners. 

Your hand slipped snugly into his, and Sebek found himself glancing your way in a surprisingly nervous fashion.

He’d done such dances before, numerous times even, back in the Briar Valley. Lilia had insisted that he and Silver both learn them, as they were supposedly one of the greatest delights of the people who did not live as part of the Briar Valley Court.

According to him, these dances were a way to get daringly close to the object of one’s affections without ever ruining one's propriety. And at the time, Sebek had thought it was ridiculous.

But Sebek found that as the strings of the magic-led band began to fill the air, he no longer found it quite so silly.

In fact, as the music set a speedy tempo and Sam loudly announced the first steps, “Circle left and away we go,” Sebek found that he was oddly pleased that he was the one who got to be your partner.

And so the two of you whirled through the rings of people. Separating and returning to each other as if drawn by some sort of magnetic force, even though in reality you were just following the instructions that were being called out to all of the dancers.

Each time you were apart, Sebek would find his gaze dragging itself back to where you were. Laughing alongside the other dancers, you quite literally kicked your heels up and into the air as you locked arms with Ace so you could get spun into your next position.

There was a frenzied joy that seemed to fill the previously moody crowd as everyone spun through circles within circles of other dancers. Humans, fae, and beastmen alike were all laughing as they clapped along to the beat of the song and spun together.

Steps were missed, and the performance was anything but perfectly executed, but no one cared. It was as if, in this singular moment, all that mattered was the joy of being alive and with others.

People had long since forgotten who their original partner was and now whirled about with whomever they found themselves paired with. You and Sebek had nearly met back up numerous times to rejoin as partners again, but each time you were caught hold of by someone else and pulled away.

But the dance was still, somehow not chaotic. 

By now, even the staff members and callers of the dance were laughing. What had been a carefully orchestrated showing of what the student body had learned throughout their classes had become a joyful celebration of some unknown feeling.

Students followed the steps they’d learned during the square dance classes and followed the calls that Lilia gave as he took over for the amused but lost-looking Sam. This was no longer the square dance that the humans had described. This was a dance of the faeries, where one only followed the feelings in their heart and the beat of the music.

And through it all, Sebek still found himself seeking you out amid the laughter-filled throng of people. And there you were, spinning and laughing with your arms locked with Malleus’s until you spun away. Reentering the inner circle to dance on your own until you carefully made your way back out, ready to meet up with a new partner.

And it was there that Sebek finally caught you, half-breathless, as your hands found his, and you stopped as both the music and the performance abruptly ended. 

You laughed, half out of breath, as you looked at him with sparkling eyes, and Sebek understood what Lilia had meant by the dance strengthening the bond between fae and humans, just as he now knew why such a dance was popular with couples.

Because even though the performance was over, you had miraculously, or perhaps inevitably, ended up back in Sebek’s hold. Just where you’d started.

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[sysig]

These cute adults, wth (Patreon)

And a Bonus Fionna

Because she’s still a kid lol

[salsakiyoomi]

[12:49 AM]

thinking about miguel coming home late at night after patrol, to the apartment being uncharacteristically quiet, until he finds you, his daughter, sitting by the kitchen counter, resting your head on it. you give him a lazy smile, one that he returns as he heads over to you, ruffling your hair before moving to the bathroom to take his shower and unwind.

thinking about how he apologizes for missing dinner again after he had promised you that he'd return home early tonight just so he could spend more time with you — he was a busy man some, if not all times, the spiderman business took up most of his time, giving him little to no hours to spend with you, so that means whatever chance he got, he always spent it on you — he's a good dad, really, he tries his hardest, especially when it comes to you.

thinking about how he orders your favourite takeout to make up for the dinner he missed, deciding that the two of you were too tired to make dinner yourselves, not to mention that neither of you were skilled chefs — he promises to spend the rest of the night with you, probably binge watching your favourite show with you, saying that he'll take tomorrow off for a father-daughter day out.

thinking about how he asks you how your day was, how was school, only for you to give quiet hums and short replies in response, it's not like you were upset at him for missing dinner, it seemed more like something else was bothering you — so he asks you what it is, and you tell him that some friend of yours has been ghosting you for some time now, only for them to make a comment today that was the last straw for you.

thinking about the slight frown of concern on his face as he listens to you, cause how dare your friend ghost you? his amazing, beautiful and talented daughter who had the kindest of hearts — whatever, their loss, is what he tells you, tells you not to worry yourself about it and that you'll find better friends, ones that'll actually appreciate you.

thinking about him noticing how unusually quiet you are, how solemn your expression is, so he puts his arm over your shoulders and tugs you closer to him, muttering to you about how you're too good for your petty, childish friend who thought it was a good idea to lose you, and in his embrace, hot tears prick your eyes, but it's okay because his large frame covers yours like a blanket keeping you safe from everything the indifferent world has to offer.

thinking about how he runs his fingers gently through your hair as you sob into his chest, body trembling slightly in his arms as you mumble some incoherent stuff to him, words that he can't hear in between your cries but he listens anyway — miguel knew that you were always a lonely kid, an outcast and a bit of the odd one out, you didn't have many friends, never had many friends, much less close ones for that matter, but that's okay.

it's okay 'cause he'll always be here for you, he was your dad after all and there was nothing he loved more than you.

[clonedchaos]

So, an apology for not having my crossover story published by now like I wanted it to. It’s a huge passion project of mine and something I’m eager to show everyone, as niche of a topic/crossover it may be. But, school is keeping me busy.

For the time being, here’s a silly little snippet that has already been written along with a silly headcanon of mine with little to no relevancy to the plot, I just think it’s neat:

In this series, the Ink Demon holds a grudge against birds; in part due to the fact Bendy’s bird hates him. Ironically later in the series, he becomes a cat person…

Cats love to eat birds… and they also nap a lot and can be moody. Seems fitting for the rather grouchy king of the ink realm. Meanwhile Bendy never stops chattering like a baby starling. He 100% talked to that bird 24/7. (And no Ink wouldn’t actually eat the bird, Audrey would’ve gotten on his case about it)

The birb btw:

Silly bird that’s brought up in the prologue and maybe never again unless I find a reason.

[libbyrequiresescapism]

Kyle deserves more love. He also deserves some time off from shovelling the shit of the world lol

Good thing, he managed to find a cute patient girlfriend.

Also to clear up any confusion, yes, she’s an oc. She’s a civilian and her name is Penelope :)

[rosellerivers19]

Introducing dragon shifter x human trope with fluff!

Y'all know that trope where an alien or otherworldly being needs physical touch with a human in order to learn language and stuff.

See . . . I kinda incorporated that into my characters.

Allen is a Dragon shifter he’s able to transform into anything he sees getting a basic idea about their anatomy and what not it’s a skill all dragons hone since they’re young. When they have contact with that specific species they’re able to gain the same information they have such as language. They mainly use this skill to hunt for food or gather details about specific plants to be mindful of what they eat for the vegetarians out there.

Dragons believe Humans to be dead and humans believe dragons to be a myth

So Allen has never seen a human before Vira is the first human he met.

In order to be able to fit in with the human world (know mathematics common slang etc) he needs to have physical contact (and no this doesn’t really mean dirty stuff) it means the most contact as possible so hugs would work better than kisses. 

So that’s why each night after Vira’s parents go to sleep Allen sneaks to her room (they live in the same house he’s pretending to be a foreign exchange student) and they hold hands for 10 minutes since they have school in the morning. If varsha thinks really hard and Allen focuses on specifics he’s able to focus on important info like math,physics and basically all of Vira’s education. He needs to focus because he’s also able to see Vira’s memories. 

Because of this ordeal Allen and Vira are very used to physical contact with varsha slinging an arm around his shoulder. When they’re in big functions their pinkies are interlinked (varsha used to do that with her cousins so they wouldn’t get lost in a crowd). Varsha also takes advantage of this by being petty and resting her head on his shoulder through car rides as he looks annoyed because it’s good for his ‘knowledge’ 

Allen (The dragon shifter) WIP

Vira (the human) WIP

[imsuchabigmess]

edgy art kid

[newbornwhumperfly]

ofmd aesthetics • chag purim sameach (jewish edward teach) 💜💙💜

just a small belated purim gifte for @much-ado-about-whumping!!!

[secretworldofmadeline]

Hi, G / T Gravity Falls content? I need some wholesome Giant Dipper content. Also, Giantess Mabel Pines too. They are cute twins no matter what heights.

Also, Adventure Time G / T with Finn growing to be a 50ft giant hero of OOO.

Love Cartoon G/T Headcanons.

heyyy first of all just wanted to say thank u sm for the ask lol!! second of all, ive never seen adventure time sorry!! i think my boyfriend (@im-a-heartstomper) has tho so u can ask him? idk tbh

anyways i didnt rly know if you meant both of them as giant siblings at the same time or one being giant and one being tiny so i made it the latter. and i just did hcs, sry if that isn't what u wanted!!

giant!dipper pines:

if he grew randomly and was normal size before, he would TOTALLY boast about being taller than mabel. i do not make the rules. u remember little dipper? yeah.

he makes fun of her for being short all the time

he would still love to go on adventures with mabel and by himself!!

he'd also want to display real paranormal beasts in the shack (boss mabel) but all the creatures would be able to fit in his hands dghsjdgdhsj

his height makes him even more awkward

he's totally still into wendy btw and is even more insecure of it

giant dipper has a huge fear of scaring people he loves and doesn't want to hurt. (haha HUGE <3) like he hates when people feel intimidated by his size and he always wants them to know they r safe around him

except gideon fuck that bitch

he scares him for fun

we all know he loves mabel and is protective over her and because hes giant he feels like he can protect her even more which is so cute

he was prob teased and bullied for his size in school :(

he hates it when people make him feel like an outsider bc hes a giant

he for sure has an "i just wanna be like everyone else" mentality

which makes for a lot of good angst and hurt/comfort

he's altogether much more of a gentle giant

and hes BIG. like around 50 feet.

i cannot think of anything else LMAO i just love him soo much

giant!mabel pines:

mabels a BIG girlie with a BIG personality

like shes still super hyper and always running around the house and probably screaming and bouncing off the walls

which can cause. issues

cuz if u like scream and jump and ur a giant that can cause property damage

but its ok cuz that usually doesn't happen?

however when/if it does she always feels so bad

also she loves picking people up! whether its her brother or her friends, or even her grunkles, she loves holding people in her hands

like dipper, she taunts him for his height

her and her friends + dipper can do so much cool stuff bc she can just lift them up and stuff

wanna stargaze? do it in the hands of a giant, even closer to the sky

wanna climb this fence? she can lift u instead

mabel isn't actually that insecure about her size

she used to be a lot more but then she realized how awesome being a giant can be

she probably makes bad puns about being a giantess

yes she STILL HAS WADDLES

she carries him in her pocket and hands and has tiny stuff for him

her friends brag about her they're like "we have a BADASS COOL GIANT FOR A FRIEND SO THERE"

she loves carrying people in her pockets too

mabels sweaters are HUGE

her friends lay on them and are like woaaahh so soft and big

they also do her makeup. idk why we don't talk about g/t makeup scenarios more tbh but like on girls nights they totally would

although things are crazy she almost always has a positive outlook

and when she doesn't feel so good she still has her tiny brother dipper <3

again thank you for the ask! and im sorry i couldn't give u any adventure time content :(

[hermitagereheadcanons]

I feel like my tagging system is kind of lacking in terms of type of content, but I have a lot of trouble sorting things into subjective categories. Even just a vent or play regression tag feels difficult to decide, because a lot of my posts don’t have a distinct “this character regresses for fun” or “this character regresses to cope” theme.

I want it to be easier for people to both find and avoid specific types of headcanons but I’m not sure how to go about it. If anyone has tips, I’d love to hear them.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Foxtrot - Positively Reeked of Class - Strictly NRC Dance

Author Notes: The foxtrot was an interesting dance to learn/watch for this fic. I ended up basing the performance in this fic off of Caitlynn and Tadd’s Foxtrot to “Top Hat” by Ella Fitzgerald on Season 8 of So You Think You Can Dance which I highly recommend you watch, by the way. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.

Type: Dance Au/ Fluff/ Female reader/ Platonic

Word Count: 814

By now, dancing with Crewel was easy. He’d been my teacher for the majority of the dances that I’d learned, which meant there was little to no awkwardness between the two of us. In fact, I’d been surprised when Trein had been the one to teach me the foxtrot rather than my usual instructor.

Nonetheless, I’d learned the dance well and had figured out fairly quickly that Trein being my teacher instead of Crewel meant one thing. I was going to perform my graded dance with my alchemy professor.

What I hadn’t expected was for Crewel to have also choreographed the dance. Though, after some thought, it wasn’t surprising considering that Crewel and Trein butted heads when it came to the foxtrot.

There were actually three forms of the classy dance that brought old Hollywood to mind. The more elegant of the two was the one Trein liked best. Conversely, the more jazzy variation was Crewel’s favorite.

Naturally, we were going to be performing a foxtrot of the type that Crewel preferred. All that really meant was that we weren’t going to be forced to stay in closed hold, and our dance could take up more room and be a little more playful. This did not, however, mean it was easier than the other varieties of foxtrot.

Perhaps the best part about the entire experience was the incredibly fun style of choreography that Crewel had worked out for us. But then he’d been beyond smug when he’d strode into the room where we were to practice for an hour before performance time came, “Pup! I assume Trein taught you more than just that boring style he likes so well?” 

The grin on his face already had me smiling in return as I dutifully responded, “He taught me all three variations just in case. Though I can confirm we spent the most time on the slower style he prefers.” 

Crewel snorted at me but nodded, unsurprised by my words, “Figures. You and I will be doing what you may think of as the more jazzy of the foxtrot styles. Simply put, we won’t have to stay in hold and will be able to have more freedom.”

And just like that, we’d swept into choreography with an ease befitting two people who’d already danced several times together.

By the time the lights were clicked on for our performance to start, I was almost giddy. Despite myself, I was strangely looking forward to this dance. I never would have expected it, but I’d become quite close to Crewel over these dance classes, and now that we were almost at the end of the classes, I was relaxing into dancing more and more.

Jazzy brass filled the room, and I swept across the floor, meeting Crewel in the middle and allowing my outstretched arms to do a lot of the work for me. Foxtrots like this one were, oftentimes, even more of a performance than other dances. They were playful and lighthearted. At odds, with the more romantic, slower variations of the exact same dance.

The dance’s classy nature perfectly matched the alchemy teacher, who, despite being quite fearsome in class, was also incredibly lively. I suppose that only made sense for someone who was good friends with someone like Sam.

The entire performance it felt oddly more like I was gliding across the polished floor rather than taking precise steps. And there was the interesting element of the foxtrot of occasionally dancing at a fairly slow pace before suddenly speeding up one's motions.

We were both smiling the entire time. Even as Crewel stopped and proceeded to catch me mid-hop and lift me up onto his shoulder so that I was practically laying across his arm and being spun freely in a circle, with only his hand gripping my side to keep me up. 

It was a move that I wasn’t entirely sure I would have trusted anyone else to do. But with the number of times I danced with him now, the trust came naturally.

I touched down as the music began to trail off, spinning gracefully around him as his arm caught me and easily leaned me back into a dip just in time to end the entire dance.

I was still smiling as he pulled me back upright, patting me on the back, before we both turned towards the judges panel, where Sam was already standing and leading the applause with a wide smile

“Well, that positively reeked of class, Divus,” Sam was still chuckling by the time we reached the table, and Crewel separated from me to take his seat with an all too smug grin.

Trein was sighing slightly, but he looked towards me with a smile, “I do believe that I can easily say we are all of the same opinion. You did very well. Congratulations on passing another class, Y/n.”

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