#the mug is also on my shelf...

[woolysocks]

this photo taken to commemorate the 15 actual minutes i spent staring at this shelf while making toast because i love it so much

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 4

Story: clone sister story (original) Prompts: Bed rest — Mug of tea — Soft music

The door creaked open just as Lily's playlist hit “Into the West.” Sticking her bookmark into Eight Cousins and setting it aside, Lily reached over and turned down the volume on her phone until all that could be heard was a faint breathy voice singing, “Sleep now, dream of the ones who came before....”

Moving slowly and with painstaking care, Ivy eased into the room, carrying a tray with a mug of something steaming hot and a whole package of Oreos. The little girl stared unblinking at the liquid in the mug, as if willing it not to spill as she carried it over to the bedside table.

Lily shifted her phone, water glass, and various bottles of pain meds out of the way so Ivy could place the mug of...tea, Lily thought. It was the black one with the Christmas lights that appeared when it got hot, so she couldn't tell what color the drink was, but she would have smelled coffee or hot chocolate. And you know me better than that anyway, she thought.

Ivy looked around uncertainly for a place to put the Oreos, but Lily held out her hand with a smile. “Thanks. That's just what I needed right now.”

After handing over the Oreos, Ivy hugged the tray to her chest, staring down at her feet. She looked like she wanted to say something; she even opened her mouth a couple times, then closed it again in defeat.

Lily felt awkward too, fiddling with the crinkled corner of the Oreo package. The two of them hadn't really talked since the...accident. That wasn't really the right word for it, but she didn't know what to call it instead. Ivy had been around in the hospital, and had helped out when she could at home, but their parents were usually around too.

The last thing Lily had said to her little sister one-on-one was “Don't be stupid.” She wasn't sure how to act normally after that.

Finally, Ivy just whispered, “Sorry,” and scurried back to the door.

“Ivy, wait!”

Though she half-expected Ivy to keep going, she actually hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. She peeked over her shoulder through long strands of blonde hair, and Lily realized she wasn't wearing her usual pigtails. She hadn't since the accident.

She looked even more like Rose than usual. Not like five-year-old Rose, but like Rose had at the end. Lily wondered if Ivy were doing it on purpose.

With a hesitant smile, Lily said, “I can't eat all these cookies myself, you know.”

Ivy ducked her head, letting her hair swing forward. “I am sorry. I will go to the kitchen and find a more suitable snack—“

“No, silly,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. But for once, Ivy's quirks were endearing rather than annoying. “I mean I want you to stay and eat them with me.”

Ivy's head snapped up, staring at Lily with wide eyes filled with wonder and joy, like she'd never dreamed of something as wonderful as the prospect of eating a cookie with her sister. The intensity of the emotion sent a pang of guilt through Lily's heart. She really hadn't been a good sister lately, had she?

Slowly, as if she could hardly believe it, Ivy closed the door and walked back over to Lily's bed, setting the tray down on the floor. Lily carefully scooted closer to the wall and patted the bedspread next to her. “Here, come join me.”

Gingerly, Ivy clambered up onto the bed, obvious from her movements that she was trying not to jostle any of Lily's injuries. She perched precariously on the very edge of the mattress, until Lily wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close against her side. Ivy sat very still, her round cheek resting in the space between Lily's shoulder and collarbone. Lily wasn't sure if she were afraid of hurting Lily, or just listening to her breathing or something.

Lily didn't speak any words of apology or forgiveness. Those words probably needed to be said at some point, along with things like you're just as much my sister as Rose ever was and you don't have to try to be anyone other than who you are. But for now, she just peeled back the flap on top of the Oreo package and let Ivy take the first one.

As they munched on the cookies in silence, Lily realized that the playlist on her phone had circled back around to the beginning, and the jaunty tones of “Concerning Hobbits” was now softly filling the air. She brushed a few crumbs off the cover of Eight Cousins, then noticed Ivy's gaze was directed to the picture on the front of two girls sitting and reading together. One with dark hair, one with blonde. And the blonde girl's name was Rose.

“You probably haven't read this book, have you?” Lily asked quietly.

Ivy shook her head. “Mother only reads me picture books. This does not look like a picture book.”

“No, it's not. But it was one of Rose's favorites. I find it comforting to read sometimes.”

Strange. It didn't hurt to say Rose's name now, not even when Ivy looked up at her with Rose's eyes, Rose's face...and yet not. Because Lily could see now that it was Ivy looking up at her with those eyes. Just Ivy.

Lily smiled down at her baby sister. “Would you like me to read it to you?”

Ivy snuggled even closer and whispered, “Yes, please.”

With her arm still around Ivy's shoulders, Lily opened the book and flipped back to the beginning, ignoring her bookmark in the middle of the birthday party. She thumbed through well-worn pages until she got to the first chapter, titled “Two Girls.”

“Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her troubles, and a shower was expected.”

[possum-quesadilla]

Kinda tempted to show off my dvd collection bc I am very proud of it…

[dvilsdesire-a]

// I'mma just say that my hands are very Raphael-esque >.>

Also this is my PC set up in the new place lol :D

[handsome-john]

fake fans coming here for my moldhouses and gay cannibalism, don't know about my shelf dedicated to chickens (and various other birds)

[maiamaiden]

the boys are back

[onepiexe]

arrived at plant place b4 they open lol

[officialrapunzelfitzherbert]

guys look @ this garfield watch i got on ebay

[boomburstsofalola]

I DONT HAVE ENOUGH DESK!!!!!

2025 i need to just get another set of storage to move shit off my drawers so i can move my tv off my desk because im getting a new pc and my brother offered to give me a bigger monitor (plus the Lord and Saviour Dippy & his entourage takes up a solid third of my desk so i need to move my keyboard)

[volunruud]

i bought a new lotr mug today and i organized all my cups and mugs, i love stuff and things and objects <3

[nexus-nebulae]

life hack: buy dishes you think are really nice looking so when they inevitably can't be used for food anymore you can still use them as decoration

[simkoos]

i'm a huge fan of simple yet stylish furniture and ikea does it for me every time! this collection is based on a few items i've added to my cart (and never purchased) over the years lmao i hope you like it! 💛

all items are base game compatible (unless stated otherwise!)

this collection includes 51 decor and functional buy items!

uppland armchair - 19 swatches

uppland loveseat - 19 swatches

uppland sofa - 19 swatches

poang armchair - 19 swatches

jules dining chair (wooden) - 11 wood swatches

jules dining chair (plastic) - 19 swatches

nordli bedframe - 11 wood swatches + black & white

vikagrevsta dining table (1x1) - 19 swatches

vikagrevsta dining table (2x1) - 19 swatches

vikagrevsta dining table (3x1) - 19 swatches

malm dressing table - 11 wood swatches + black & white

malm dressing table (with mirror) - requires sp09 vintage glamour, 11 wood swatches + black & white

malm dresser - 11 wood swatches + black & white

lack side table - 11 wood swatches + black & white

lack tv stand - 11 wood swatches + black & white

lack coffee table - 11 wood swatches + black & white

lack wall shelf - 11 wood swatches + black & white

olivblad plant stand - 11 wood swatches + black & white

jattesta shelf - 11 wood swatches + black & white

ekenabben shelf - 22 wood swatches + black & white

lappland tv shelf & storage - 11 wood swatches + black & white

aurdal closet unit - 11 wood swatches + black & white

ikornnes floor mirror - 11 wood swatches + black & white

enhet cabinet (with mirror) - 11 wood swatches + black & white

lindbyn mirror - 11 wood swatches + black & white

bondskaret coat stand - 10 swatches

brogrund corner wall shelf - 1 swatch

tridsno floor lamp - 13 swatches

ledsjo wall light - 5 metallic swatches

bettorp led mobile lamp - 19 swatches

blasverk table lamp - 21 swatches

tvarhand table lamp - 19 swatches

flottilj desk lamp - 20 swatches

klunka laundry bag - requires sp13 laundry day, 1 swatch

bollbuske plant pot - 19 swatches

artbuske watering can - 1 swatch

kopparbjork vase - 20 swatches

vasen vase with lillies - 6 swatches

famnig hjarta cushion - 20 swatches

lindrande home scuplture - 8 metallic swatches

dundergubbe moving box (large) - 1 swatch, 4 variations

dundergubbe moving box (medium) - 1 swatch, 4 variations

frakta carrier bag - 1 swatch

kalas collection (plate, bowl, mug, cutlery) - 25 swatches

xl rug collection - 36 swatches

rug collection - 20 swatches

knoppang photo frame - 7 swatches

underhalla wooden blocks (toddler toy) - 6 swatches

s/o to @nucrests for not only testing everything but also encouraging me to continue when i wanted to give up and scrap this entire project. 😭💜

download on patreon!

[buckyalpine]

18+ Minors dni. Seriously, it gets feral in a way I didn't anticipate and I'm the pervert who wrote this.

Bucky sleeping naked. We're back to this again cause I'm a pervert and he's a cutie, I can’t help it. Why do I find it adorable. Sexy. So pretty. And the different of versions of this?

Imagine being Bucky’s roommate and having to deal with different types of Buckys. A shy, soft Bucky is always in the softest pj’s, cotton t-shirts and warm sweaters. He is truly the sweetest, more precious thing on the planet, always making you a steaming cup of coffee in the morning and hot chocolate at night.

You don’t think much of it when you slip into his room to return the hoodie you stole and you all but faint when you see him practically starfish on the bed, soft snores slipping past his lips, the bedside lamp still on along with the book his was reading half open on his chest but that wasn't what you were looking at cause-

You shouldn’t even be here, you should look away, you really should but it’s not your fault that he has the prettiest cock on full display with perfect, heavy balls in between plush thighs. You're not sure how someone so sweet and pure can look this sinful, nearly tearing the hoodie you're clutching onto the longer you wait by the door.

Idk why my mind went here but imagine he's soft but gets hard when he smells you. You're close enough in his room that your shampoo and something so distinctly you fills his senses. It's not his fault his senses are heightened. I mean imagine you see it happen. A cute little groan as all the blood rushes down between his legs, his cock now standing at full attention, stiff and begging. Leaking.

You're frozen on the spot, begging for your feet to move, just drop the hoodie and run, anything but no. He's still asleep, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his pulse starts to work a little faster, his hand coming down to soothe the ache, his book slipping off his chest.

You should definitely leave now, it's too intimate, you can't be here when he-

"mph" His sleepy movements are barely coordinated as he gives his cock a squeeze, his cheeks getting pinker by the second. He rolls over with his face now buried into the pillow, pressing his hips against the mattress for some relief.

I can't deal.

Innocent Bucky having a wet dream over you.

Innocent Bucky making a mess because of you.

Innocent Bucky acting normal around you the next morning, placing a steaming mug of tea in front of you while you stutter a thank you and he says you're welcome doll, like he always does.

Innocent Bucky still too shy to tell you that he jerks his cock off to you more times than you can count. That he adores you too much, he'd never be so crass to make a move on his roommate. He's still working up the courage to ask you on a date. Till then he's gonna fuck his fist and hump his bed and think of all the ways he wishes you were naked with him, your legs around his waist while he pounds you, filling you up while you scream his name-

-

Fuck boy Bucky shows himself off without a care in the world. You start to wonder if the man owns anything else aside from a few slutty pairs of boxer brief's. He's always manspreading and it's hard to act like it's an inconvenience when he's built like that. That being said, it's not like you've seen all of him. He leaves little to the imagination but it's not like he walked around naked.

You'd never openly admit you were a little curious.

You find out he's put your mug on the highest shelf again and you swear he does it on purpose just to mess with you. You grumble, ready to tell him off, walking right into his bedroom, his full legal name right at the tip of your tongue-

"Fuck-"

His chest rises and falls along with his soft snores, one arm propped under his head while the other is half one his chest. His thighs were spread apart without a care in the world and not a single piece of clothing covered his body, bed sheets also tossed aside.

Apparently the serum made him run hot.

Every single bit of him is on display, the only thing he's wearing are his pretty silver dog tags. You freeze, blinking, your tongue now tied, you were so annoyed with him and now-

"Y'like what you see angel?" His raspy voice makes you yelp as he keeps his eyes closed but the smirk that makes its way to his lips lets you know he's more than awake now. You have no idea when he woke up or realized you were there but you can't get your feet to move, voice caught in your throat.

He doesn't even bother trying to cover up, unbothered at the state you're seeing him in.

Imagine this cocky fuck going as far as giving his cock a lazy tug and he can definitely smell how wet you are. He knows you're getting wetter.

"Need something baby, cause I gotta take care of this or I won't fall asleep" He cocks an eyebrow, nodding down to his hard cock before looking back at you. He's not going to tell you yet that he'd been pining after you with the most desperate crush. That he keeps those mugs up high on purpose so you have to call him to get it for you.

"I-I

"Don't get all shy on me now princess, better lock the door on your way out unless you're gonna stand there and watch?" He gives himself another lazy tug, this one followed by a groan.

Fuckboy Bucky who loves the way you look like a deer caught in headlights.

Fuckboy Bucky who strokes his cock while you watch.

Fuckboy Bucky who lets out a deep, raspy, "Fuck baby, just c'mere" when he hears a desperate whimper slip past your lips.

Fuckboy Bucky who gets you naked with him, not wasting a second to get inside your pussy.

Fuckboy Bucky who runs his mouth too much and mumbles an unconscious "Fuck, i love you" when he starts to cum.

and cum.

and fucking cum.

Fuckboy Bucky who confesses his feelings.

Anyway.

Naked Bucky in bed.

That's all I want.

[claypigeonpottery]

I got an ask that disappeared at some point, about my existential crisis possum mug being wrecked and if I was making another.

this mug, I assume:

I did make a copy of this one, but forgot to take pictures lol. it’s still slowly drying on my shelf

I also carved a canine take on the mug too:

and I made an entirely different existential crisis possum mug just for fun

[finelinevogue]

bump

summary - you don’t like people constantly touching your baby bump

word count - +1k

pairing - azriel x reader

✨🌙💫🌟✨🌙💫🌟✨🌙💫🌟✨🌙💫🌟✨

The party was in full swing.

It had been 2 weeks since you’d announced to your close friends and family that you and Azriel were pregnant - after having 1 month living with the news just you two.

Somehow, Rhys had managed to plan and pull-off a party in that short space of time in order to celebrate your pregnancy.

It was relatively low-key, only people that were closest to you and your family having been invited - mainly because you didn’t want a huge thing made of it but also because Azriel was a mad-man at the moment and wouldn’t let anyone he didn’t trust with his life near you.

Azriel had been overprotective to say the least.

Just the other day you’d tried to reach for your favourite mug in a very accessible shelf above you, but Azriel saw what you were doing and instantly panicked - moving you gently out of the way and fetching it for you. To which he also proceeded in making you a tea as he didn’t want you anywhere near boiling water.

“I can make my own cup of tea, Az.” You sighed.

“I know you can, but I can also make one for you.” He replied. That was his usual reply nowadays.

“I’m not incapable you know?”

“I know. I just… I can–.”

“Yes I know you can, love, but I don’t need you to all the time, okay? I love that you want to take care of me, but I also don’t want to feel useless.”

“How could you be useless? You’re currently doing the most important thing that you could ever be doing.” Azriel placed a soft hand on your stomach.

But after shunning Azriel for being too overprotective, you sort of wish he would bring it back again in this moment.

This party was lovely, but it was also so overwhelming.

You didn’t realise how many people would be so interested in coming up to you and feeling your baby bump. Hands constantly touching you when they usually wouldn’t if you weren’t pregnant. It felt weird and uncomfortable.

“Y/N!” Layla called, walking up to you with a glass of bubbly in her hand.

“Layla, hi.” You smiled at your friend who had worked with you in the Velaris bakery for many years.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant.” She gushed, giggling a bit with excitement.

“Really? With the amount Y/N and Az sneak around every moment they get, I thought it was about damn time.” Nesta came up alongside you, rolling her eyes as is her and Cassian don’t do the exact same thing.

“Well with a mate like Azriel, I don’t blame you.” Layla wiggled her eyebrows and you gave her a small smile - feeling a little insecure that someone as beautiful as Layla was gushing over your mate whilst you were starting to look like an inflated balloon.

You felt Nesta give you a side look before wandering off into the crowd, leaving you to once again speak to Layla alone.

“So how far along are you?” Layla asked.

It would have been fine if she just asked that, but she had to go and put her hand against your bump at the same time.

You were far too polite to say anything but you really didn’t like her hand on your stomach. Not just hers but also everyone else’s who’d decided to just touch you without asking first.

It was starting to feel invasive.

“About 12 weeks.” You gave her a small smile, stepping back slightly.

Unfortunately for you she just followed, adding her hand back.

“Wow so you didn’t have any symptoms for a while then?” She asked, cupping the roundness of your belly with her palm.

It didn’t feel as comforting as when Azriel touched you. Nothing ever would, but there was something so overstimulating about someone other than your mate just touching you before asking. It felt a little violating.

Before you could get emotional about it in front of a crowded room you excused yourself.

You hurried as fast as you could out of the nearest door and walked through the corridors of the House of Wind.

The tears had arrived as you were walking, your heart beating fast and hands shaking with nerves.

Was it rude to not let people touch your bump? You couldn’t help but think.

Yet, at the same time you would never just go up to a female and put your hands on her pregnant bump - even if it was Feyre - You respect their boundaries too much. So why did you feel like getting upset about this was silly?

Was it the hormones? Because they had been making you feel slightly crazy recently.

You made it to the kitchen without bumping in to anyone.

You braced your arms on the kitchen counter and sunk your chin to your chest, letting out small whimpers as the tears fell.

There was no need to jump from your skin when Azriel’s arms snaked around your waist to hug you because you’d felt his presence the moment he’d appeared in the room. His cheek was delicately placed on the back of your head to still allow you the time and space to be upset.

Some of his shadows were already snaking around your arms in support and stomach in protection.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked and you had to laugh at his tone.

“Ask me what you really want to ask, Az.” You lifted your chin up and tilted your head to the side to try and see him.

“I’m not sure asking you who I need to kill is the right thing to say when you’re crying.”

You chuckled, kissing the side of his face.

Azriel let you turn around in his hold, not letting your waist go for a moment though. Now his head was tilted down to face yours.

“Tell me.” He said softly.

Your smile broke as your lips wobbled, trying to focus on not crying and instead talk it through with your mate.

“I hate it.” Your voice wavered.

“Hate what? Who?”

“I hate purple touching my bump.”

“Okay.” Azriel said but didn’t add any thoughts for you. He wanted to hear you say everything on your mind first.

“N-not you. But, people have been touching my bump all day without asking and I hate it. I hate it so much, but I feel like a witch if I tell them to get off. Like it’s just my stomach at the end of the day..”

Azriel moved his hands quickly from your waist to cup your cheeks, stroking his thumb carefully over your cheeks. His touch immediately stopped you from talking.

“Woah, woah, woah. No. Don’t do that. Don’t try and talk yourself out of feeling the way you do. It’s your stomach, love. It’s your baby. No one should be doing anything you’re not comfortable with - ever.”

“No I know, but…”

“No buts. Y/N, love, if you feel uncomfortable then that’s the line I draw. The next person to touch your bump without asking is going to lose their hand.”

You give him a stoic look, but part of you was seriously wondering whether he was being truthful.

“Will you stay with me for the rest of the night?”

“Or how about we don’t go back at all.” He raised his eyebrows in suggestion at you.

“If you’re on the same wavelength as me then yes - please!”

“Perfect.” He kissed you softly, both your chests warming at the touch, “You get the ice-cream and I will get the blankets.”

[sylusdarling]

Tender

Sylus x reader

✧Sylus takes care of you while you’re on your period

Content: Sylus x fem!reader, no smut, fluff, he takes care of you, overall very soft, kinda short tbh

A/N: This is how I cope with my period, needing a Sylus right now. Also! I do proofread but my eyesight isn’t amazing so please excuse any mistakes :)

Being sent to the N109 zone while you were in pain wasn’t your ideal day. Waking up nauseous and in pain really set the tone for the day. Forgetting your gun at home and having to turn around while you were minutes away from arriving at work, being sent on a mission by yourself and getting a small gash in your face by a wanderer. Truly, you’d rather be anywhere but here right now.

You were too tired to make it home after your mission so instead you resorted to the next best thing.

Knocking on the large door, you waited for an answer. You were expecting Luke or Kieran to answer but instead Sylus answered himself. He looked down at you with his signature smirk. “So what do I owe this pleasure, kitten?”

“Hey Sy…” Today you had no witty comeback. Instead you looked at him with a strained smile and your hand was clenching your stomach.

His brows knit together and moved to the side in order to usher you in. “What’s wrong?” He asked, voice laced with concern.

You stepped inside and followed him down the corridor. “I’ve just had a really exhausting day. And I got my period on top of it.” You let out a little chuckle.

Sylus’ gaze softened while looking at you. “I see, follow me then.” Outstretching his hand to you, he made a motion with his fingers telling you to give him your hand. Placing your hand in his he wrapped his long fingers around yours. He led you to his room, “Sit on the bed for now, i’ll run you a warm bath, alright sweetie?”

Obliging, you sat on his bed as he disappeared off into the bathroom. You could hear the water running faintly as you closed your eyes. You opened your eyes once you heard footsteps approaching.

“Tired?” Sylus asked.

You nodded, “A bit.”

He nodded in understanding. “The bath is ready for you whenever you’re ready. I’ll be in the study when you’re done.”

“Thank you.” Smiling warmly at him, you made your way into the bathroom. You stripped off your hunter uniform and folded it, placing it on the vanity. Stepping into the warm water, you sunk down letting the water envelop you.

You were grateful for Sylus. The Onichynus leader was seen as cruel and cold by the majority and to be completely honest you thought the same at first. But it turned out that he’s sweet and deeply caring. Sarcastic and blunt? Most definitely. But you wouldn’t ask for anything else. You were grateful you got to see this side of him that was exclusive for you.

Deciding you’ve had enough of the bath, you stood up and toweled yourself dry. Wrapping the towel around you, you opened the bathroom door into the bedroom. On the bed there was a fresh set of burgundy pyjamas with a note that read, “For you -Sylus.”

After throwing on the pyjamas you made your way down the hall to the study. Pushing open the door you were met with Sylus’ broad back. Looking at the shelf he skimmed through the books looking for one that piqued this interest. After hearing your footsteps he turned around.

“Hey kitten. Feeling better after the bath?”

“Much better. Thank you for the pyjamas too.”

“You’re very welcome. If you need any meds let me know, I’ll send out Luke and Kieran to fetch some.”

“That’s sweet thank you, but I think I can manage.”

He made a gesture towards the couch, “Take a seat.”

Taking a seat on the couch, Sylus made his way over to you from the bookshelf picking up a black mug from the table as he approached. “Here.” He outstretched the mug to you, “It’s some tea, It should help with your stomach.”

Reaching out with both hands you grabbed the mug and took a sip. “It’s good, thank you Sy.”

The crimson eyed man took a seat beside you with a book in hand. “What’s that about?” You asked.

“It’s a fantasy novel. About a dragon and his lover.” He said as he opened the it to the first page.

Leaning your head on his shoulder you peered at the novel. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a fantasy person.”

Sylus chuckled, “I like it. It’s a change from everyday life.”

“How are your cramps? Would you like me to rub your stomach?” Sylus asked.

You considered it for a moment, “If it’s not too much trouble?”

“Nothings ever too much trouble when it comes to you.” His hand moved to settle on your stomach. Softly, he moved his hand around on your stomach, the warm touch soothing you. You cuddled deeper into his side. “Read the book to me?”

A soft smile formed on his lips, “Sure, why not.”

He read the novel and his soft, husky voice began to lull you to sleep. The mug hung loosely in your hand as your breath evened out. Sylus glanced over at you and placed a soft kiss against your forehead.

“Sleep well, kitten.”