#they give me cavities

[shadowvestal]

❤️💜

[yuutaguro]

wip 🏗️ nanami, in his head: i want to marry this fool all over again 💛

[hyunpic]

hyunjin’s new bubble profile pic & background

[crazysodomite]

its a tough job market out there for a regular furry like me.

i dont fly, dont shapeshift, have no special powers, and im not functionally immortal. worst of all: i dont even have a degree.

when a goo creature gets hit by an industrial hammer it springs back to shape immediately and we all laugh and go about our day. when that happens to me... let's just say i feel bad for whoever is going to be scraping what's left of me off the floor.

can't even land a sanitation job. give a pooltoy a bottle of dish soap and a whole warehouse is going to be squeaky clean in 30 minutes while i'm fumbling around with a broom. can't fault them for it though. they love it.

everyone at the unemployment office audibly groans when i show up. but what do you really want me to do? im just a fucking goat

[alexiethymia]

butterfly kisses

"Now she finds her eyes drawn to an innocuous spot. She had no idea why she was even focusing there in the first place. Maybe because it was vulnerable, that it triggered some sort of prey instinct in her, that desire to chase and pounce. Maybe it was the fine baby hairs adoring the area. Whatever the reason, Momo does what she does best and gives into instinct. She kisses the back of Okarun’s neck."

Momo starts something she's not sure she can finish. At least not without bursting into flames from sheer embarrassment first.

[read on ao3]

Momo is impulsive. She’d known this about herself a long time ago.

Explore an alien hotspot, and subsequently get abducted, all because of a stupid bet? Check.

Decide to confront a who-knows-how-old demon granny because she’d gotten her friend cursed? Check.

Fall in love with said stupid best frie-…ahem.

.

.

Point was!

She was impulsive, and she’d own up to it. She wouldn’t make any lame excuses. Which is why she had no explanation for doing what she did just now.

It’s not as if she planned it. One moment she had been staring off into nowhere, and the next she finds her gaze drawn to Okarun. Nothing out of the ordinary there. It’s been a long time since she could even will herself not to stare at the boy.

Man, back then she had it so easy. She could tease to her heart’s content. Even as she would find her face reddening, the blush adorning Okarun’s face whenever either of them showed a piece of their hearts was just that charming that she could overcome any sort of embarrassment. Now, she finds herself staring him in the eyes more often than not.

She loved it when that happened, but at the same time, hated it too. Because Okarun would look right at her, straight at her soul as if he could see it, as if he was the one with the psychic powers and not her.

Nowadays, it felt like she was the one who had to hide with that full gaze putting her on the spot, as if there was no one else in the world but her. It felt like her heart wanted to leap right out of her throat and spew itself out of her mouth like a disgusting hairball. She seriously couldn’t stand it!

Now she finds her eyes drawn to an innocuous spot. She had no idea why she was even focusing there in the first place. Maybe because it was vulnerable, that it triggered some sort of prey instinct in her, that desire to chase and pounce. Maybe it was the fine baby hairs adoring the area. Whatever the reason, Momo does what she does best and gives into instinct. She kisses the back of Okarun’s neck.

He doesn’t so much as yowl like a scalded cat, as much as erupts into full body shivers. Even from behind, she can guess how his whole face burns just from how red his ears are. As expected, he covers the back of his neck with his hand and whirls around to face her.

His utterly scandalized look, as if she attempted to ravage him in a broom closet, almost makes her want to laugh out loud. Almost.

“A-A-A-YASE-SAN!”

Momo doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her want to coo, makes her want to softly bite those scarlet ears, or nuzzle her nose to his in an eskimo kiss. Once again, her heart feels too big for her chest. An inane part of her just wants to rip it out and throw it at his face.

“Ye~es, Okarun?” She can’t wipe off the smile on her face.

He pouts, although she’s sure he’d vehemently object if she pointed it out. (Adorable, just why in the hell is he! SO! ADORABLE! She fully understands what ‘squee’ means now.)

“Like I keep saying, Ayase-san, it’s not nice to tease, you know?”

At that, Momo sobers. She presses her palms to her eyes in utter frustration. Why is it that she always finds herself tongue-tied around him? Even if she feels hella uncool, it’s worth it for him. She doesn’t ever want him to misunderstand. Opening her fingers slightly to peek at his shuffling form, she whispers, “I’m not…or I’m not only teasing. I know it’ll sound like an excuse, but sometimes I just can’t help it. It’s because I care. I care about you too much that sometimes words don’t seem like they’re enough, you know? It’s a…it’s a sign of affection.” God (whichever one is listening), let the ground swallow her now. As always, she keeps forgetting her actions have consequences.

“Affection?”

Momo can’t place the flatness of his tone and what it means.

“So…do you do this with all our friends?”

God, forget that last wish. Just kill her now. Does he really have to make her spell it out?! “You dork! You don’t see me doing that with Jiji or that stupid woman do you? I wouldn’t do that with Vamola either, so…” If he makes her say anymore, she’d kill him instead. Glancing away, and back as she tugs on her hair, she notices him doing the exact same thing. A couple of fools they both were, seriously.

“Oh.”

They just ended up fidgeting and wordless before Turbo Granny threatened to puke – on them – because of how they were acting.

That was supposed to be that.

But Momo kept forgetting that actions have consequences.

And that she wasn’t the only impulsive one.

And that if she got herself abducted, the other half of this equation was the same fool who got himself cursed.

Okarun for all that he was shy and unsure, gave as good as he got. Momo knew that when it really counted, he would step up and surprise them all.

Luckily (or maybe unluckily in this case) for her, she would always count for him.

Maybe she let her guard down. Maybe she got comfortable having his hand in hers. She felt warm, fuzzy, and content.

That is before he suddenly kissed the back of her hand.

Like she was some sort of fairy-tale princess, and he was this courtly gentleman in those pocket books Miko loved reading.

She thinks her mouth was hanging in an unattractive way right about now.

He didn’t even have the courtesy to react! Instead, he kept going!

One kiss for each of her fingers, as if she had a boo-boo on them that needed soothing, before placing a soft one on her palm, dangerously close to her pulse.

It was probably deafening to him with how loudly she could hear it beat in her ears.

That comfortable warmth suddenly turned into a blazing inferno.

“Wha-”

“See you later, Ayase-san!”

Before she could grab and pull on his collar to have him explain himself, he left in such a hurry that could give even his Turbo-mode a run for his money.

What the hell was that?!

And it didn’t stop there!

Another life-or-death situation finds them grasping at each other like lifelines. He buries his face deep into her neck as if determined to make his home there, each breath taken as if he wanted to keep her inside himself. Momo didn’t begrudge him for it. Heck, she was probably doing the same thing!

She didn’t, couldn’t begrudge him for it - if not for his lips brushing her cheek, a kiss as light as a butterfly’s wing that she almost thought she imagined it, if not for the deeper one he pressed against the juncture where her neck met her shoulder.

She can’t help the sound that escapes her then, nor the full-blown shudder in response, nor the tightening of her grip against his shirt. Before she can collapse, shout, (she still can’t decide how she’s supposed to react), he suddenly lets her go exclaiming his relief at how glad he is to see her alive.

Another time when she has a fever, and despite the splitting headache, she cannot help the fondness she feels and the dopey expression she’s sure must be on her face when she sees him nearly about to cry at her state. She hopes he just chalks it up to the cold.

He is devoted as he replaces the ice-cold compress, but she feels far too weak to swat him when he gently brushes her hair away from her forehead to place a worrying kiss there.

Funny how she can feel his emotions from that simple contact alone. As much as she wants to, she feels far too sleepy to berate him. Okarun, that’s doing the opposite of cooling me off!

she burns

though eventually she gets better

Enough is enough. She has to get to the bottom of this. She would know how to react if he was only teasing. And yet she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn’t that. It wasn’t as if he suddenly became a Casanova overnight. He still blushed. He still stuttered. More often than not, he still couldn’t look her in the eye. So where was this sudden boldness coming from?!

She doesn’t know how she was able to tell. She doesn’t know what exactly she did, probably something badass no doubt, but Okarun is there calling her a genius again, and she feels like she’s on top of the world. He looks wonderstruck at her, as if she contained the entire multitudes of the universe within her. She almost gets swept in the feeling and lets his arms close around her before suddenly remembering.

“Wait a minute!”

“Eh,” he says, dazedly. He looks at his arms in return as if he doesn’t know how they got so close around her, before hurrying to clasp them behind his back. “S-sorry, Ayase-san!” Geez, it’s not as if he was caught stealing a cookie or something.

Momo suddenly feels frustrated again. It’s not as if she wanted him to stop! She’s just confused. “No! I mean, it’s not that I don’t like it. You can if you want to. Just give me a heads-up next time!” She consciously tries to uncross her arms. That didn’t really show she was okay with him hugging her.

“I really am sorry, Ayase-san,” he says, penitent, while rubbing his neck. He better not say that line right now or else Momo will implode and take him down with her. “I should make sure to ask permission next time-,” (squee, so there is a next time!) “-But if you’re okay with it right now, I really, really, want to.”

There it is again. She really can’t help but cave whenever he was being straightforward with her like this. Making a silly pose as if she was at her part-time job at the maid café, she gestures and mutters, “Go ahead then.”

He looked so grateful at her just saying yes that she couldn’t help but flush as he carefully brought his arms around her. His relieved sigh as he leaned the side of his forehead against hers brought a pang to her heart.

“…So why?”

She really hopes he can understand what she’s asking with just that. He hums a bit as he rubs comforting circles against her back. She suspects he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. She feels languid like a sunbathing cat, but tries her best to be alert to hear his answer.

He waits for a while as if gathering the words, and the courage to say them. “I really don’t know, Ayase-san.” She huffs at that. “You said before, it was a sign of affection.” She nods against his shoulder. She remembers. “And I just…care about you, so much. I don’t know what to do about it sometimes, how to contain it, so it just…gets out.”

She pulls back a bit to better see his face. “Kinda like your Turbo form?”

Okarun looks torn between hiding behind his hands under her piercing gaze, or to keep holding her. Ultimately, the latter wins out in the end so he has no choice but to face her as he answers, “Yes, I guess it is a bit like that. So, may I? Please?”

And what is she supposed to answer when he pleads so sweetly like that. Okarun almost never asks for anything for himself, so much that when he does ask, Momo wants to give him the entire universe and more. And yet this is enough for now, for him. Everything Momo wants to say gets stuck in her throat so she just ends up repeating herself. “You can. Go ahead.”

He smiles like something divine, as he cards his fingers through her hair and cradles her ears like an offering, looks awed as she giggles that she’s ticklish.

(Momo has always been a believer.)

She knows the power of rituals so why does this feel like something close to it? Okarun maps out her every feature with the pads of his thumbs and brings his forehead close to hers. She feels the coolness of his glasses and his breath against hers as he brushes his nose slowly against hers, rhythmically like a chant - one…two…three.

He pulls back slowly as he bestows a kiss on the tip of her nose, and Momo feels reborn.

-

Because it kind of feels like she lost big-time, she listens to impulse once again. Once when Okarun is transformed, she plants one right on him, right there at the center of his mask.

She feels smug for all of one second, before he pulls it away.  

“Momo-chan,” he buzzes, in that gravel-deep voice, the subtle contours of a growl hidden beneath the surface, “That means I can, right?”

Instinct drives Momo to run away, suddenly feeling like a rabbit, before he has a chance to pounce.

(Of course, he catches up.

And leaves his marks.)  

-

Ken has too many emotions, and not enough words.

If he can’t even explain himself to himself, then there was no way he was going to make any sense to Ayase-san.

Ken thought that he could do anything, give anything to aliens when he met them, to friends once he had them.

(Just chase away the loneliness please.)

He prayed to the gods.

He called to the stars.

And it was a girl who answered.

It was Ayase-san who answered.

He thought he could give away himself for the people he cared for if it came down to it.

And that still holds true.

For each of his friends, he could give away anything, be it his life or his balls.

Except.

It turned out he was more selfish than he thought.

He could give up almost anything.

Except.

Except Ayase-san.

He cared so much about her that it felt like he was choking on the feeling.

So much so that words weren’t enough.

A dark part of him, the part he pretends is due to the curse (oh but he knows the truth, it’s always been there, maybe since he met her), wants to keep her.

He was far too selfish. She’s already given him far too much.

A feeling of home, days of laughter, someone to stake his life on.

Someone here with him, in front of him, by his side.

Her touch (spirit hands or not) leaves an imprint on him. He wonders if everyone can see it. He’s far too obvious. (He hopes they can.)

Because the truth is, he wants to be marked by Ayase-san. He hates it, being alone. He wants to belong to someone; he wants to belong to her.

And if he was being honest, truly, deeply, embarrassingly honest. He wants to mark her too.

But he never wants to hurt Ayase-san, or cause her pain. (Oh my, he could never!)

As much as he wants to, he pushes back against his instinct bubbling close to the surface. It’s so difficult, especially when she’s so amazing, all the time. When she extends those hands, and brings him close, close to her heart.

It makes him feel greedy. He wants to bury himself so close to her, close enough for their auras to meld, for him to hear her heartbeat and know it as well as his own.

It takes every ounce of self-control he has to pull back the urge to squeeze, and bite, and mark. When the feeling fills him to the brim, pushing so close to the surface that he can feel it beating against his skin, he gives in.

Just an impression, to show affection for everything that makes her so precious. Her strong hands, her pulse, her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, everywhere, everywhere, she’ll let him.

He knows he can hold himself back. He will.

He can do anything if it’s for Ayase-san.

(He’ll do anything to her, only if she lets him.)

[queeny-v]

I wanted to recreate my first tiktok video! Enjoy these adorable goofballs 🥺🫶✨

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday 📝

Tagged by @hippolotamus @diazsdimples and @tizniz 😘❤️ thank you my dears for tagging me (and continuing to tag me even though I don’t always have anything to share xx)

Have something gooey sweet from my Buddie First Date WIP … which is almost done.

Prev snippet here

Eddie opens his mouth, then closes it again before he’s erupting into laughter. His eyes are crinkled, his smile open and wide, dimples out in full force and Buck is hit with a wave of love so intense he thinks it would knock him over if he didn’t have Eddie anchoring him.

If Helen of Troy had a smile anywhere near as beautiful as Eddie’s, Buck understands why Menelaus launched a thousand ships to see it again, and why Paris stole her away in the first place.

Eventually, Eddie's laughter dies down into a soft smile that spreads warmth through Buck's chest. He could watch Eddie like this for hours, lost in the beauty of his joy.

Eddie's eyes meet Buck's, his head tilting inquisitively as if trying to read his thoughts. “You okay?”

Buck nods his head. "Yeah," he wraps his arms around Eddie's waist and pulls him closer. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to be your last first date.”

Eddie leans into Buck's embrace, resting his head against Buck's shoulder with a content sigh. “Wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

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[kiss-this]

[orcelito]

ok forreal. in trigun 98, vash singing Rem's song alone while looking at the stars & then Meryl joining in as she goes to sit with him... means So Much to me...

they are Everything...

[sequs-art-box]

Sweethearts

[frnkiebby]

f u c k~🎃

[phoenixyfriend]

Actually crying over insurance-related bullshit rn

I'd like my $300 back from the transit fsa that didn't let the cards work and then when I made the purchase a few days later they said Sorry! Too Late! Even though it's Our Fault For Making It Not Work!

I'd like for my hours of checking with every possible person that I could use my $3200 on Invisalign to actually work out but NO apparently the dentist fucked up in helping me pay in a way that would work for the insurance claim

I am

I am so fucking mad right now I am crying

In every possible instance I've checked with the correct people and gone through it as necessary and every fucking time

Every time someone else has fucked up and it's my goddamn money that's being left in their fucking coffers

If the dentists can't fix this then I'm going to be out over $3000.

[stiffyck]

I've been bothering people with this in dms so much but that's not enough so I'm sharing my insanity here.

Scar who doesn't need physical touch. He's not exactly touch averse (tho you could see it that way), he just. Doesn't need the affection. He likes the occasional hand holding or a quick hug, but he also likes his personal space and freedom. Hugs and cuddles are too warm and too stifling and he needs his freedom for movement.

He's not sad about this. It's not anything tragic or awful. He likes the idea of cuddling and he loves seeing other people hug and cuddle. It's just not for him.

He also doesn't understand touch starvation. He's never experienced it and probably never will.

In 3rd life, in the desert. Grian noticing scar taking a step back when someone is standing too close, shying away from physical contact and never being the one to initiate it. He stops trying to touch scar, only when it's necessary.

He notices how much more comfortable scar looks after he stops giving him so much physical affection. But... this leads to grian maybe becoming a bit touch starved.

Grian telling scar in the desert he feels a bit touch starved and scar asking him what it means. Grian explains.

After that, grian notices scar holds his hands much more often. It's not much but it means the world to him.

Hermitshipping under the cut

Also. Comedic potential.

Let's take redscape for example (or scarian. Works both ways. Just imagine whichever ship you prefer sjcjdksk). Scar and mumbo start dating. But since scar can't really provide all the physical affection mumbo needs, he goes to grian. Mumbo gets cuddles and hugs from his best friend and he gets hand holding and occasional short kisses from his partner. It works for them.

Now imagine tho. The hermits thinking it's mumbo and grian who are dating. They will often see mumbo and grian cuddle or hug or hold hands. A lot of the times scar is even with them, but keeps distance a bit.

Sometimes scar holds mumbos hand, but that's about it.

It's actually scar and mumbo who are dating but they don't know that.

Or

The mumscarian option where they are all dating. Grian and mumbo get the affection they need from each other and scar is happy to just be with them.

Sometimes, when sleeping on the same bed, grian and mumbo will cuddle while Scar just holds one of their hands. Or not even the whole hand, just have their pinkies interwined.

Also scar definitely has a ton of plushies to hug close at night

[spoiledmilks]

i cant stand him he makes me sick

[mcytegg]

why did i actually tear up over a pangili clip,, theyre so sweet it actually makes me want to eat a lush unicorn bathbomb 🥹

[ellsieee]

I find Only Boo! adorable every week, but I found ep 8 especially adorable. Maybe it's because Kang is now flirting back so it's double the amount of sugar, but I could not stop awwwing the entire time. *Insert Meowth crying awwww gif.

As ridiculous as Kang's no kissing until Moo graduates rule was, it was used very effectively to bring the cute.

I love that Moo put the lotus leaves on their heads. So cute.

Two of the best food tropes together. Making a cute bento/dish for your sweetheart and having them eat it and say it tastes good even though it actually tastes terrible because they love you. 🥰

Guh they are so in love and adorable. I love seeing Kang feeding Moo the mushy lovey dovey lines now.

These two are so sweet and wholesome, I want to wrap them up in flannel blankets together and squish them.