#tHIS IS SOFT

[sacredfixation]

I can’t stop thinking about how weirdly intimate this deleted scene is. Loki’s like, ‘ugh, the cream is weird’ and Mobius is like, ‘lol, shaving cream’ and it’s just this quiet little moment of domesticity in the middle of cosmic bureaucracy. Loki looks so comfortable and dare I say… happy? Like they’re in their own little pie-filled world.

And theres something so ridiculously soft about Mobius throwing out the dumb shaving cream joke and Loki, a literal god, just giggling like an idiot. Like, Mobius could’ve said ANYTHING, and Loki would’ve been like ‘hehe, you’re so funny.’ Bro was smitten over pie and banter.

[discountlittlebro]

that one bunny thing you did but with normal brothers where the little brother is sad abt something so the big brother kisses him all better

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I’ve done so many bunny things pls I don’t know which one this is referencing my brain is Swiss cheese I don’t even remember everything I post 😭😭

But I’ll try something??

Little brother going to his big brothers room with teary eyes. It’s stupid and he’s almost positive his brother is going to laugh in his face and send him away. When his older brother opens the door he looks like he’d just woken up, hair a mess and eyeliner smudged under his eyes, he’s squinting at his little brother before his face relaxes and he pulls him in.

“What’s wrong?”

Little brother bites his lip and looks away, hands clinging to the hem of his shirt.

“It’s dumb…like really fucking dumb.”

Older brother rolls his eyes and grabs his wrist, pulling him into the bed with him and wrapping his arms tightly around him.

“Yeah it probably is, but tell me anyway. Why are you crying at fucking three in the morning?”

“Ugh I…I got dumped. It’s so dumb. I don’t know why I came here, I just didn’t want to be alone.”

Big brother who nods, carding his fingers through his brothers hair in an attempt to soothe him. Little brother who sighs, relaxing into the touch. His brother is warm, and smells of some horrible cologne he uses to cover the smell of weed, it doesn’t work. The scents just mix together into something that is so undeniably him. It’s comforting.

“Do you remember when you used to come me crying as a kid? You wouldn’t go to mom or dad, it was always me. If your feelings were hurt or you broke something or you skinned your knees, you always came to me, remember that?”

“Yeah…that must’ve been annoying for you. Sorry.” His cheeks flush pink with embarrassment, he feels like a baby running to his big brother again.

“No, I liked it. You would come to me and ask me to kiss it better, remember? Big brothers kisses fix everything?”

“Yeah when I was a kid, look if you’re just going to make fun of me then-“ he’s cut off by his brother tilting his face up and pressing their lips together.

He’s frozen. His brothers fingers under his chin, his brothers tongue in his mouth. He doesn’t know how to react, maybe he’s dreaming. He’s not dreaming.

His brother pulls away, leaning up to kiss away the fresh tears that have pooled the corner of his eye.

“Big brothers kisses fix everything. Let me kiss it better for you, baby boy.” He mumbles, laying his brother back on the bed.

His hands are bigger than he remembers, easily wrapping around his hips and sliding up his shirt to brush at his nipples. His body feels hot, electricity tingling across his skin. His brothers lips are on his neck, sucking and biting marks into his skin.

“Big brother…hurts…”

“Where does it hurt? I’ll kiss it better for you. Tell me.”

Little brother can feel his heart beat in his ears, thumping louder than ever before. Still he grabs his brothers hand and guides it down his pajama shorts, pushes his big brothers fingers against the slick folds hidden away underneath.

“Hurts here..”

Big brother who laughs, lowering himself between his brothers legs and kissing his cunt through the shorts.

“Okay…big brother will kiss it all better for you.”

[angeart]

[bg-sparrow]

Oh hey new fandom, what up? Title: White Lyres Fandom: Once Upon a Time Pairing: Rumbelle! Woo! Rating: T Words: 1200 Summary: After the curse breaks, Rumplestiltskin and Belle remember everything—except for the part where they got married. As they navigate the gaps in their memories and try to hold onto the life they've built as Mr. & Mrs. Gold, the past begins to reach back, offering answers—and temptation—in a most unexpected way.

Written for the April 2025 mood board prompt by @a-monthly-rumbelling

[that-thing-that-feeling]

Charlie will be at Epic Cons this Saturday

[anaceshornyblog]

Thinking about the omegaverse hell polycule of Elias/Jon/Sasha. Sasha and Elias being fiercely competitive with each other in regards to Jon. Both of them wanting to make their omega happy, Jon meanwhile is just embodying the feeling of two cakes, basking in having two Alphas taking care of him.

Until of course they decide to team up and tease him. Jon’s subvocals wailing that he is just a baby, and to be nice to him.

[victoriousfidelity]

@lightsiided, from here.

"Give it a moment." She takes the glass back from her, free hand moving to squeeze Rey's arm. "And I'll spare you the platitude that this will all be worth it in the end; I know that you know that, but I also know that anyone saying that to me while I was in labour made me consider hitting them."

That's the thing: Sigyn's empathy here doesn't just come from her years as a healer, but from her own arduous labour with the twins. They were worth every second of the pain, but Norns - it had been like nothing else.

"If you'd like something that will place him back in your favour again, I could tell you about how hopelessly besotted he's been with you since the day you met," She teases gently. " Or would you prefer one of the more embarrassing stories from when we were younger?"

[maivalkov]

Chapter 33~

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[shady-tavern]

Hello! Hope you have a good weekend ahead! I Just wanted you to know that I have been reading all your stories and I love them all can you write another part for vampire's lullaby?

Hey there and thank you! So far it's quite pleasant and I'm very happy that you've enjoyed my short stories so far! I didn't quite end up writing a full fourth part for Vampire's Lullaby, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!

More under the cut!

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Annabelle was getting tired, but she didn't want the evening to end just yet. They didn't get to see each other as often anymore since they had started their rebellion and they had spent the evening catching up with each other.

Annabelle could admit that it sounded quite scary when Charlette talked about fighting the leaders of the night folk packs and groups, on getting challenged almost every night as she protected and won territory, intent on ending this war. Even with her allies helping out a lot it sounded intense.

"You seem tired, my love," Charlette said quietly, reaching out to brush cool fingertips over her cheek. They were sitting on the windowsill together, legs pressed against each other as they talked. 

Annabelle smiled, head leaning against the cool glass. "I don't want you to go yet."

"I've stayed until you slept and longer plenty of times before," Charlette reminded her quietly, hand falling down to take the one Annabelle had resting on her drawn-up knees. "I will stay now, too. We can talk more later, go to bed, my love."

"Only if you come with me," Annabelle found herself saying. Charlette looked briefly surprised then delighted, before she got up and pulled Annabelle to her feet as well.

The bed was just big enough to fit both of them and it took a moment of wriggling and rearranging limbs, before Annabelle came to rest with her head on Charlette's chest. It was different to leaning on a human, there was no heartbeat, no warmth seeping through clothes. Not even an inhale unless Charlette was speaking.

But she enjoyed it nonetheless, her arm resting across Charlette's middle, feeling her strength beneath her, one knee thrown over Charlette's long legs.

A gentle hand ran through her hair, applying just the right kind of pressure to ease away the stress of the day. Annabelle closed her eyes and allowed herself to go limp, pressed against her lover's side.

"Rest well, nothing bad will find us tonight," Charlette said quietly, pressing a kiss to Annabelle's forehead. "If you want, I will wake you before I go."

"Please do," she murmured and a calm, gentle quiet settled over the room. Charlette kept petting her hair and massaging her head down to her neck and shoulders and Annabelle felt like melting into every touch.

"You should come meet my family," she mumbled into Charlette's soft silk blouse. "I know they'll like you."

The vampire made a low humming sound. "How about we start with your hunter brother and go from there?"

Annabelle murmured a wordless agreement, feeling the heavy, relaxing embrace of sleep rise slowly to envelop her. Just as she slipped away, Charlette began to sing a quiet, lovely lullaby.

When Annabelle found herself waking up, it was to Charlette still in bed with her.

"Morning," Annabelle said, her voice croaky with sleep and Charlette smiled down at her, warm and loving.

"You sound cute," she said and Annabelle huffed in amusement, too comfortable to move yet. It was still dark outside and she knew she'd have to get ready for work soon, but for now she just wanted to stay like this a little longer.

Charlette's hand cupped her cheek and she glanced up sleepily, feeling lips press against her forehead. Charlette pressed slow, soft kisses against her temple and cheek and one onto the tip of her nose. When Annabelle smiled, she tipped her head with gentle fingers and pressed a kiss against that smile as well, tasting the shape of it.

They kissed for a long moment, enjoying each other's presence, the gentle touches of their hands and their bodies pressed close together.

"I have to go," Charlette whispered at last, pulling away to brush their noses together. "I can feel the sun rising."

"Come back soon," Annabelle said softly and Charlette hummed in agreement.

"I will. If all goes well, I might even get to see you again tonight." Then she grinned, fanged and vicious. "Once I take over this city, I will make you my Night Queen."

Annabelle couldn't help but grin back, hope and love bright in her chest. They were getting closer and closer to that day. "I look forward to it."

[shedreamfyre]

@arenagods / @sigilsongs asked: [ SHIELD ]: jahaegar of old valyria uses their own body to shield helaena from an attack.

Helaena's   heart   pounded   in   her   chest,   the   chaos   of   the   crowd   swirling   around   her   like   a   storm   she   could   not   control.   She   had   never   seen   the   people   so   angry,   so   feral   in   their   rage.   Her   guards   struggled   to   hold   the   mob   at   bay,   but   it   felt   as   though   the   walls   were   closing   in,   their   jeers   and   the   occasional   tossed   stone   becoming   more   dangerous   by   the   moment.

Before   she   could   draw   her   next   breath,   Jahaegar,   a   descendant   of   old   Valyria   and   fiercely   loyal   to   the   crown,   was   suddenly   at   her   side.   His   tall,   imposing   frame   blocked   her   view   of   the   approaching   attackers.   His   voice   was   steady   but   she   could   not   remember   what   he   said,   only   that   she   was   being   dragged   away.

A   rock   came   hurtling   toward   her,   but   Jahaegar   threw   his   arm   up   just   in   time,   the   sharp   edge   grazing   his   forearm   as   he   shielded   her.   Helaena,   trembling,   clung   to   his   side.   She   was   no   warrior,   no   dragonrider   in   this   moment.

Once   inside,   the   doors   slammed   shut,   and   the   carriage   lurched   forward,   leaving   the   frenzied   mob   behind.   Helaena   could   only   sit   there,   staring   at   Jahaegar   as   he   caught   his   breath,   blood   staining   his   clothes.   "You   saved   me,"   she   whispered,   her   voice   fragile   with   disbelief.   And   then   a   short   pause,   as   she   looks   at   his   arm.   "You   are   hurt."

[astrxlfinale]

“This cold heart of mine is yours to warm…” -Mei

In many ways, he could see how it's been a new adventure for her. Entirely unexpected, but utterly welcomed by the both of them. Belobog's rekindled warmth was introducing all sorts of new beginnings, and ever since a decisive day in the arctic tundra did a new bond find itself forged between the both of them. The sort that leads an amiable light to settle within the abodes they frequent.

Right within Goethe's old hotel would he find his breath being stolen away in what she admits.

The manner in which Mei's words pierce the moment, welcoming this new fate, allowing for their privacy to be a welcomed shell where these new instances could blossom in peace. For a moment it simply leaves Caelus speechless, his idle hands flexing, arching, trying to level this blissful sensation that runs within his veins due to what she said. Above that, the manner of trust that she places upon him.

He's come to learn how its just so.. honest. Fashioned in a way that would have grim aspects like deception utterly salivating. It stirred a protective drum within his own chest, echoing in the rhythm of his starry heart as reaches for her, allowing for his hands to smooth along the fabric of her jacket as they skim her shoulders. It was a simple wish to merely marvel who was settled before him, allowing their eyes to lock with the other.

"..If I'm being honest? Sweet as that sounds, with what you showed me, I just can't entirely believe it was merely frost there." Anyone could come to the natural conclusion by touching her. Even now he felt the natural chill her lower body temperature hosts. That certainly didn't deter the kindness in the many moments he has witnessed by Mei's hand. Heart like her's would redefine the very concept of 'cold' if that is the case.

Wasn't it no different than how he's redefining the purpose of the Stellaron?

"A fire burns your heart too, a kind flame." Caelus steps forth to admit. "..But if it's for anything else?" To slot himself in a way that can mesh seamlessly with her, that can challenge, bringing joy in ways both unknown and entirely welcomed.

He would be proud to situate himself in such a mold.

"That's where I want to be, Mei."

The hands upon her shoulders would carefully grasp along her shoulders, offering a squeeze that opens a vent of reassurance above all else. For an instant he'd get lost in the glacial glory of those eyes, letting the molten warmth of his own golden gaze shamelessly reflect the joy between them. As the distance closes as his mind played those very words on repeat, soon their lips would meet, entirely by his own volition as a tender kiss would grace Mei's lips. The moonlight spilling through the window would be their witness.

@bxd-kxrma

[mxtxkinfessions]

My memories are kinda vague and differ from my source such as I remember some of my time at the burial mounds. Such as baba trying to bury me as a turnip which is a memory I look back very fondly on and the soup a-ning brought. The memory of the town being destroyed are kinda foggy but I remember being with the lans and messing around with the other juniors and laughing over the dumbest things. When baba came back from the dead, I felt this weird sense of Deja-vu from him I couldn’t get. I felt he was someone important to me and I feel so bad for not recognizing him immediately

-a-Yuan 🌸

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[valiisthea]

Dion is going to find himself swiftly and firmly pulled into a warm hug; his face being squashed against Vincent's chest as they hold him tightly. A few minutes pass before they sigh and give him a finite squeeze- doing their best to translate as much of their love for him into that one action as possible. They won't let him continue the day without knowing he's loved and appreciated. "You looked like you needed it," they murmur as they let him go just to tilt his chin up with a leather-clad hand, sending him a small smile of encouragement before releasing him completely. Vincent is going to kill Sylvestre the next time they see him because this boy in front of them deserves so much better.

Random Dion Love || Always Accepting

@caeca-iustitia

Confusion is his first and most immediate response. As of late, it seems he's been the target of many hugging schemes - a show of affection he's never experienced with anyone beyond Terence before. Part of him almost disbelieves that it's something people do on a normal basis - but the ease with which others seem to pull him into their arms clearly states otherwise.

But, after the initial few seconds, he finds his body relaxing from fight or flight mode. Tense muscles unclench, the semi-frantic rhythm of his heart calms, and he brings his own arms up to hug back almost uncertainly. Almost as though he isn't sure he's allowed to reciprocate, despite the affection clearly being shown him, first.

"I - Thank you." He says after a moment, voice gentle and hardly above a whisper. He hopes, nonetheless, that his gratitude is obvious.

[spicymochi]

he is sitting and pondering

[nyctibiius]

she has been pickled for her crimes