#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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[hinamie]

shhhh

[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

[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]

Right in the feels

Scott seeking out the softest hug from Tessa and nuzzling his face into her neck 🥰

[tutuandscoot]

Me: “I’m fine”.

Narrator: She was not fine

[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

[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.

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

I heard Eclipse was in dire need of cuddles, so of course I came to aid. I don't know why he needs it, but I will go and find out right now-

Oh boy oh boy chapter 9 here I come!!

Eclipse's design is based off of @themeeplord fantastic design and both of these characters comes from @naffeclipse awesome fic; Apex Polarity!

[urfavedumbcunt]

Putting her shirt on and having my brain go fuzzy bc it smells like her >>>>>>>>

[tutuandscoot]

Human ray of sunshine Tessa Virtue

naofanfun: 🇨🇦🏅👏🏻✨

[delicourse]

most wonderful girl named mold

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

missing them

[tutuandscoot]

♥️ Cuddle Appreciation ♥️

[quiverymango]

Y'know what? Screw it...[WoF-ifies your Fiddlestan]