#the fluff part specifically

[crystallizsch]

Yuusha = Jamil's Charging Station

(help 😭)

[gracebethartacc]

say it with me everyone: Heart is not A Baby, Mind is not a Jackass, and Soul is not Crazy. (or alternatively Cool/Laid back 24/7)

They have layers like onions or however the quote goes idk

[virescent-v]

French Kiss

A/N: This is a combination of two requests I got: a fluffy fic of Emily telling you she has a crush on you and asking you out and a fluffy fic of Emily teaching you another language. Combining them seemed perfect!

Summary: Emily teaches you a little French ;P (Translations for the French is at the bottom!) Word count: 950 Warnings: nada, this is tooth-rotting fluff. :) Well, the only warning might be that I got the translations from Google, so if they're wrong don't yell at me lol Ps: If you haven't seen the tiktok of Paget speaking French....go do that first. 🫠😩🥵😵‍💫

You hated the fact that you never took a foreign language in middle or high school, when it was easier to learn. Now, it felt like grasping the semantics of another language was nearly impossible. 

You let out an exasperated whine, rubbing your temples. “Why does French have to have so many rules?” 

Emily chuckled, rolling her eyes at your antics. “It’s not that bad once you get the hang of them,” she said, rubbing your shoulders. “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.” 

You squinted your eyes, glaring at her. While teaching you, Emily would consistently throw out random French sentences, hoping the constant exposure would help you. It only further irritated you. “Says the one who’s been fluent in French for most of her life, and who has lived in Paris.” Another eye roll. 

Emily’s smile grew. “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” 

Another second of glaring might make your face permanently stick like that, so you decided to ignore her. “Moving on,” you said, looking intensely at the notes before you. “Possessive adjectives. Mon, ma, mes for the masculine, feminine, and plural my.” Your face scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed a little. “Easy. M’s for the my’s.” You felt your tongue peek out in concentration. “Ton, ta, and tes for you.” 

You tapped your finger along the paper, the rhythmic cadence a tactic you hoped would help you remember everything. A loud sigh. “Why do these languages have to have gendered descriptors for everything?” 

Another giggle came from beside you. “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” Emily exclaimed, forcing a more dramatic French accent. 

A loud pause. “Did you just call me an idiot?” 

You’ve never heard Emily laugh so candidly, loud and carefree. It made butterflies erupt in your belly, a deep blush heating up your face – not out of embarrassment, but because you made her laugh, made her nose crinkle and her eyes shine. It was one of your favorite sounds. 

You’ve had a crush on Emily for months, ever since you started working closely to her at Quantico. A shared case between your two units brought you together and you quickly became friends, bonding over similar interests and upbringings. 

You thought of the idea of having her teach you one of the many languages she knows as a way to spend more time together. It was an added bonus that you got to hear her speak another language; something about the way French rolled off her tongue was hypnotizing and…incredibly hot.  She had jumped at the idea and you became hopeful that she might have shared feelings for you. But after weeks of constant texting and a few study sessions, she’s never hinted at feeling anything other than friendship. 

“Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” Emily paused, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Hey eyes traveled across your face, taking in everything, like she was trying to profile you. “Comme rendez-vous?” 

You felt the air shift even though you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you. It was in the way that she looked at you, how her dark eyes had grown fond, intimate almost, as if she was trying to stare into your soul. You had an inkling of what she had said, rendezvous being an easy translated word.  

“Ask me in English,” you whispered. 

Emily turned more to you, grasped your hands in hers and looked you in the eye. “Would you like to go out with me? As a date?” 

Your smile was timid, growing as you watched her start to fiddle with your fingers in nerves. “Oui, Emily.” One of your hands came up and brushed hair behind her ear, watching her grin spread. “But I have a question for you first.” 

Emily’s smile turned a little more serious, a hint of nerves creeping back into her expression. You watched as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask of her. “Ask away.” 

You paused, schooling your features into something you hoped was more serious, letting her sit in her nerves for a second just to mess with her. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” 

You watched as Emily’s brain stuttered, her mouth opening for a second before she burst into another fit of laughter, her hand coming up to cover her eyes for a second out of shocked awe. “I’m glad Lady Marmalade taught you something in French, my god.”  

You two laughed together, the tension of finally admitting your shared feelings broken. As you calmed down, Emily gazed at you, all of her feelings for you finally shining through. You felt your entire being warm to the look she was giving you, finally overjoyed in being able to relish in the attention you craved from her. 

As your gazes locked and held, you decided to break out the one other sentence you had been practicing in French. The one sentence you were wishing you would get to use on her. Your hand cupped her jaw, another timid smile gracing your lips. “Puis-je t'embrasser?” 

Emily smirked, inching her face towards you, pulling you closer by your hips, before whispering, “Oui, s'il vous plait.” 

Your lips met in a soft, tender embrace, tongues lightly gliding over one another. It was the first kiss of what you both hoped was many.  

As you broke apart, a quiet giggle traveled up your throat, making you softly shake your head in exhilarated bliss. “I love French lessons.” 

Emily waggled her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk growing. “I can’t wait to teach you more French things.” 

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Translations: 

- “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.”  - Regardless, it’s a beautiful language. - “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” - I like speaking a language you can’t. You’re very cute when you’re irritated. - “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” - Because, silly goose, it’s the romance languages! -”Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” - Absolutely not! However, I do think you’re amazing. I’d love to take you out sometime. -“Comme rendez-vous?” - As a date? -Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” - Do you want to sleep with me tonight? -”Puis-je t'embrasser?” - Can I kiss you? -”Oui, s'il vous plait.” - Yes, please. 

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS:

Levi helping you when you're overstimulated in public places or trying to get you out of a party when you're too overly stimulated

STOP I ACTUALLY NEED THIS SO BAD

keep in mind that i'm coming from the POV of someone that is AuDHD but like

he'd be so good at reminding you to bring your fidgets and earplugs if you're going out in public, which esp helps with the forgetfulness part of the ADHD.

he'd also be able to tell like immediately once you start getting overstimulated. he could tell when you start dissociating and your eyes just kinda glaze over or how you're suddenly tense and much more curt with your responses. of course, you could just be overwhelmed in general, but he's def able to pick up when it's specifically from sensory overload.

if you absolutely cannot leave the situation (which is always his first choice), he'll remind you about your earplugs or remind you of whatever coping mechanism works to ground you. if nothing else, he offers that gentle, guiding hand to support you and not judge you when you're all like skdjfksjdf from being overstimmed.

as for parties? 100% he'll know ALL your tells and immediately work to get you out of there as soon as he could tell that you're beginning to get overstimulated.

and he'd be so sweet about it too, reassuring you that he's not mad or judging you for getting overstimulated, saying that it really was loud as fuck in there and that the only people not getting overwhelmed were the people causing the noise themselves.

[sysig]

Font of Inspiration (Patreon)

[almayver]

ALMA YOU'RE WATCHING NLMG???

I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE LIVEBLOGGING.

It is the one and only angsty show I will always stand by (says me who is so angst intolerant I had to skip to only the fluff parts on my rewatch-)

I really hope you enjoy though!!

(Just one tiny heads up: it's the ep 12, not ep 11)

Have a good day!! <33

I am!!!! it took me forever but finally I got my brain to work in the right direction.

Terrifying comments about the angst parts are terrifying but also i am me. I tend to rewatch the sad parts. So I'm ready.

(mentally making a note to get extra tissues for the last ep got it got it thanks)

Hope you have a lovely day and end of 2024 too!!! 🖤

[bugasaurusrex]

Here's a funny I came up with! Prince Fluff in @cochineal-leviat's RosenRot au with one of my favorite moments from Snapcube's Sonic fandub. Great combination.

[silvergyus]

tbh a pet peeve of mine is people tagging smut as fluff because I can never find good fluff posts in the fluff tags

[dykethevvitch]

new painting, to break in my new tablet! I got my first screen tablet yesterday!

[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.

[flaminaroundlikeastar]

GN!Reader x Any Male!Autobot💕

Fandom : Transformers

Series : Any

Warning : SFW // family friendly, wholesome, some teasing, lil bit romantic <3

Note(s) : I chose autobots because I want a peaceful interaction and decepticons ain't about chit chat xD they straight up kidnapping you / Y/N LOL(Might make it into a fic who knows >//<)

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You were sitting in your room, reading an old novel until you heard a sudden, but gentle tap on your window. You moved your head to see who is it. " Hey Y/N! It's almost time for our trip " he announced. " What trip?  " you thought to yourself, but then it clicked and you remembered that you indeed planned a trip about a month ago. " Ohh, that trip! Of course I'm coming. " you said as you put your novel aside and went to take a shower and put on new clothes. He was very excitedly awaiting for you outside, but he tried to keep it cool.

You stepped outside and locked the doors. " I'm here. " you said calmly as he opened a door for you to sit down on the passenger's seat. " Great! " he said as he turned on the engine and semi-quiet music. He was indeed excited, but not too much of course. After all it was but a short trip.

It was 20:40 (40 min past 8 PM) as he was still driving across the city. After thinking for too long, you decided striking a conversation with him. " Do you ever get tired after long driving?" You asked curiously, to which he replied, jokingly a bit " Well, you don't need to drive yourself, I'm giving you that real 'passenger princess' treatment over here ~ " to which you laughed a bit. He wasn't wrong there though. It's a big difference between being a driver and a passenger. After an hour or so of small talk, you decided to star gaze as it was dark enough to see the stars. After a long pause, he asked curiously " I noticed you like staring at stars a lot, is there a particular reason? " To which you responded with " Stars are beautiful, there's a vast amount of them, which allows me to relax a bit from real life worries. " you said with a faint, but a warm smile. " You know what's even more beautiful than that? Your adorable spaced out face when you stargaze ~ " he teased you a bit. " Stop it, you lil goofball " you said giggling a bit. " What? It's the truth, honey, your eyes are shiny like stars ~ ". That completely swept you away. You were blushing a lot, but tried hard not to make it obvious. He knew anyways. Teasing you, even in small amounts was always his favourite hobby.

It was 01:00 ( 1 AM ) and ironically you were getting sleepy. Normally you're a night owl, but for some reason you really felt like sleeping. After a short pause you asked him to stop so you could go into the back row to sleep in full body. There was a small pillow and a blanket, because he's fully aware of you feeling sleepy during night time trips. You absolutely wrapped yourself in that blanket and slowly drifted into a sleep state. The white noise and slight rocketing really gets you everytime.This was his favorite part of trip, as he really enjoys seeing you all wrapped up and adorable, like a napping cat.

By 07:00 (7 AM) he has already arrived home for about an hour or two now. He didn't wake you up though, just allowed you to rest a bit. After a while you opened your eyes. " Hey, good morning, how was your sleep? " he asked enthusiastically. " Good " you sit down to stretch a bit. " You look darn adorable when you sleep. Especially when you hide half of your face into blanket ~ " he teased you again. " Heyy, stop it, you silly " you said blushing a lot and being defensive about it. " How is that even adorable? " you asked out of curiosity. " You look like a cat napping, all cute, warm and vulnerable, heh, it's sure a view to admire ~ " he replied with a cheeky smile, well, at least you assumed that based on his tone, because he was still in his alt mode. " We should definitely do more trips heh. " he said enthusiastically as he let you outside, for you to head home.You two are definitely not forgetting it any time soon <3.

[camping-with-monsters]

Listened to The Stupendium’s “Neath!” enough to say “ah fuck it. Let’s make an oc out of this song.”

His name’s Cyrmic. Sometimes people just call him Ol’ Danderdilly. A bit of a curious existence— one that was believed to have such low odds that it was almost considered impossible, as he is half human and half cryptid!

In Bliss (which he’s debatably canon to it, not a whole lot of development has gone into his relevance, but he wouldn’t even be a considered character in the first act(??) but likely in a later act.), as long as both parties can consent and the cryptid is sentient (because it’s likely that there are cryptids that have mindsets closer to humans and others closer to animals) than a human and a cryptid can peruse a relationship. By default, humans and cryptids are not compatible to reproduce— but the gene for cryptids does in fact exist. It’s just a rarity. Most who do bare the gene usually don’t end up courting with a human for either the obvious reasons, don’t even end up with a human (which is more common than not) or just decide not to have a relationship at all. It’s a mixed bag.

However, in Cyrmic’s case, his cryptic parent did in fact bare the gene when courting with a human— and learned that the hard way. What kept them optimistic about it, we don’t know. Regardless, Cyrmic exists now. Not much going back on that.

Known to be kind of a peculiar character, Cyrmic plays the role of an oddball with a fascination for all things old-timey. He leaves a questionable taste in other’s mouths with his somewhat intimidating demeanor that’s both charming and suspicious which is reflected on his gestures and dignified dialect. Some people are led to believe he might be plotting something. But maybe they’re just not used to seeing something considerable as an eighth wonder. He’s not really trying to scare people. He’s just like that in general, and he genuinely means well!

But all in all, he’s looking for someone to love. Someone he can settle down with that can humor his curious point of view.

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

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[gingerbreadmonsters]

ginger, cracking an eyelid and thinking about opening requests for a little bit? its more likely than you think 👀👀

[altruistic-meme]

sometimes.... what I wrote........... was good...

[cloroxcasserole]

I tried I have no clue how bionic limbs work it’s just getting replaced ion even care anymore