#they have the best cuddles

[tutuandscoot]

The way S hugs T in that photo they recreated at ISC 50th is legit one of the most emotional things I’ve ever seen. Is that not the hug of someone who is his favourite person in the world and he loves to effing bits ???in every other way that’s not officially family.

I don’t know how to explain it but it’s just so pure. The full embrace, the fact that you know he as the biggest smile on his face, the joy in the ‘I’m hugging my best friend’ of it all. It reminds me of the hug on the PYC podium just before getting their medals- the one I refer to as the ‘mum said we could have a sleep over!’ hug, just the child-like innocence and excitement in the simple things- not in that case simple they were being crowned king+queen but just in the fact they were standing there together and weren’t alone in celebrating their happiness, so same as here, just the simplicity of ‘I love you best friend’ 🥲🥲. You just know no one had to tell him to recreate that picture. He would’ve got to hand her flowers (this time surely ones he brought himself 🥲). The memories those two would have of that place. THATS WHERE THEY FREAKING MET (I don’t need to repeat it all it’s in T’s caption) it’s where they hugged and held hands and “kissed” for the first time ughhhhh😫. Just such a happy place for them it’s (in S case) literally his home and for T a very real home as well. Their home was on the ice in each other’s arms and they will always get to come back home to that happy place help me I’m feeling 🫠

Also the fact that T flipped the picture to make it match the original. 🥴

[tutuandscoot]

They’re so beautiful they make me cry 🥺

Beautiful practice video by latinaspitfire

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[pommegrantaire]

stay close to me

[hinamie]

shhhh

[2-rustywings-2]

Sleep

Might do more, but for now have these 🤲

I tried to capture that feeling of being a little kid huddled up to your parent as you fall asleep

[galeemdoesart]

Heyyyyyy

Long time no see! Uploading again feels suuurrreeallll. Hope you guys like this. Will probably post more as I am on vacation hehe <3<3

[tutuandscoot]

Me: “I’m fine”.

Narrator: She was not fine

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers More Character Song SKiT Dolce Character Message Cards

EDIT: The cards have all been translated by the wonderful @otomehonyaku ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡. You can find the translations for the M bros here, and the S bros here!

Do NOT repost the scans anywhere!

[tutuandscoot]

Human ray of sunshine Tessa Virtue

naofanfun: 🇨🇦🏅👏🏻✨

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Even More Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

Rio, to Agatha: I’d jump in front of a gun for you <3

Agatha: And I’d move out of the way, so you’d just get shot like a fucking idiot.

Lilia: Oh, look, a hole. *promptly walks directly into the hole*

Jen: Why did you- *lifting her out of the hole by the arms* WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!

Agatha, clutching her seatbelt: YOU CRASHED THE TRUCK INTO THE GIGANTIC MONSTER?!

Teen: I THOUGHT IT WOULD KILL IT!!!

Agatha, slumping over in her seat: You are INCREDIBLY stupid.

Jen, texting Alice: I literally want to cry right now.

Alice: Uh…quick,look at these baby dragons guarding the houseplants.

Jen: …

Alice: They’re doing a very good job?

Jen: That actually does help, thank you.

Rio: You ever think about how many songs are secretly about sex?

Alice: Wha- no, but now I am.

Agatha: What’s it called when you commit arson on a person?

Alice: …murder?

Agatha: Wha- no, that’s not murder!

Alice: Yes, it is!

Agatha: Okay, but when you set yourself on fire, it’s called self-immolation.

Alice, sighing: I guess.

Agatha: So immolation is when someone is set on fire.

Alice: Yes.

Agatha: So setting someone else on fire-

Alice: Murder.

Agatha: But if they don’t die-

Alice: Attempted murder.

Agatha: But if you argue that you didn’t MEAN to kill them-

Alice, covering her head with a pillow: Fine, aggravated assault! Now leave me alone!

Sharon: I got peer pressured into getting into a trunk the other day. They were like “Do you wanna see what it’s like to be kidnapped?” And I was like “okay!”

Rio, in a dreamy voice: Maybe we’ll be branded as suspected sapphic serial killers, where true crime podcasts will speculate on the true nature of our relationship for decades to come.

Agatha, COMPLETELY drunk: If you’re coming in to judge me, don’t bother. God and my mother have it covered.

Agatha, in the middle of a struggle with Rio: You know what I would rather have in me than this knife? That di-

Billy: What does ‘no te preocupes’ mean?

Rio: Don’t worry about it.

Billy: But I wanna know :(

*watching a horror movie together*

Jen, leaning against Lilia: Maybe it’s just because it’s been a second since I’ve been a kid, but I feel like the kids in this movie have a LOT LESS common sense than I did when I was younger. Like I might have believed in some weird shit, but I knew better than to get closer to the clown under the bleachers, even if he said he could grant me a magic wish.

Alice, curled up on the floor between them: *shudders* I don't know how she wasn't screaming her lungs out.

Lilia, absently petting her hair: Well, is this before or after it bites her face off?

Jen: What? Alice, burying her face in Lilia's skirt: Ew.

[kingstarkingslay]

Remus : ( quietly) Sirius…………

Sirius : ( looking up from his book ) Yes my darling wolf

Remus : ( fiddling with his hands ) um…

Remus : if you were an otter and I was an otter and we were sleeping

Remus : would you hold my paw so we wouldn’t drift away from each other?

Sirius : ( melts on the spot )

Sirius : yes I would my darling

[delicourse]

most wonderful girl named mold

[andreilscat]

im having some andrew as a cat dad thoughts so here they are

andrew minyard, who looks so scary and cold until you see him sleeping all cuddled up with the cats. seeing him with a cat carrier, taking them to the vet. anxiously waiting outside, a cigarette in his hand, while neil talks to the vet. andrew, who didn't ask for cats and possibly complained about adopting, but is now taking such great care of them. always making sure they are healthy and clean. buying only the best cat food for them and cleaning their litter box

andrew being the cats' favourite because he buys them more treats is so real to me. no matter where he goes – especially if he is away for a longer period of time – he always comes home with a bunch of cat treats

i think it would be funny to see andrew – who owns nothing but black clothes – fully covered in cat hair. i like to think that he complained a lot at first and asked neil brush them more, but at some point he just stopped caring. then, as time went on, he found himself feeling better whenever he saw a little cat hair on his clothes because it felt like he was taking a piece of home wherever he went

i think that whenever andrew is overwhelmed or irritated and just needs some peace and quiet he likes to sit with the cats and look out the window. cats love to watch the birds, the people that pass by, the rain and i think andrew would enjoy that as well. a cat on his lap, cool breeze on his face and it feels like the whole world just slows down for a moment

andrew and neil having tiny scratches on their hands from time to time because one of their cats turns into a little asshole when he is being playful. one too many belly rubs and you can say goodbye to your hand (andrew is proud of his son)

[rhiangalaxy]

Can I request either SQQ taking care of/comforting a sick LBH, or MBJ looking very bored/annoyed while actually thinking lovingly about SQH? Love your art! ❤️

Is Binghe faking it for headpats or is he actually sick? Only he knows that answer <3 Thank you so much for the request!

[ID: A Scum Villain Doodle. Disiciple!Luo Binghe, looking flushed with fever has his upper body resting in Shen Qingqiu's lap. He has a cool compress on his forehead and a blanket covering the rest of his body. SQQ looks down at him with a slightly soft but concerned expression, one hand resting in his lap whilst the other is rested on LBH's head. End ID]

[beccawise7]

Those morning hugs before the day begins are the best. ~beccawise7💜🖤

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.