#they make me soft (｡･･｡)

[veryusedatlas]

Outgrown.

A piece dedicated to the most recent chapter in my fic, and the piece that was the reason I started the fic :)

[sakyru]

[thatbugkidd]

The girls are bonding!!

Initially they would... Absolutely not get along. Uzi would be suspicious of Cyn, and reasonably weary considering that's the same body that was trying so hard to kill her before. Cyn would isolate herself and be snappy when they did interact, her own insecurity getting the better of her and imagining judgement and bite when it's not actually there. She just can't picture receiving anything BUT judgment after what happened.

For a long while after she was no longer under possession, as far as Cyn was concerned, she committed all of the atrocities. She felt responsible for everything that AS did. The guilt made it really hard for her to interact normally

But EVENTUALLY, they would start to be more understanding of each other, and likely bond over being the last surviving victims of the AS. Uzi would realize that Cyn is really just an awkward outcast like she was and would start being nicer to her (let's be real, uzi would definitely be a bit of a jerk at first 😭 not all of cyn's judgment is imaginary)

[terrorpyjamas]

big bro hobie >>>

[skialdi]

Sleep pile💤

[ramons-elevator]

I will never be over how much Fit loves Ramon

He started not super excited to have a kid. Why would he? He came from a wasteland of death. He knew this kid would die.

But yet the first thing Fit does everyday is check on Ramons home. Even when he disappeared, he checked. Thats how people figured how the eggs when missing was because Fit checked on Ramon first thing in the morning

Fit cherishes everything Ramon gives him. He was a garden on his roof just for flowers Ramon gave him. When he lost his sword Ramon made him, he apologized profusely and was heartbroken about it. He doesn’t touch anything of Ramon’s because thats Ramon’s.

Fit calls him his beautiful baby boy because he is. Ramon is the light in Fits world. He loves and trusts that egg so much. They can read each other like the back of their hands. Fit never doubted that Ramon was dead because Fit knew that Ramon was smart and tough. Plus Fit knows that Ramon isnt gonna die like that. Ramon is dying on his own terms and not anyone elses.

When everyone saw the eggs in the hospital, Fit kept going back to Ramons bed. Every chance he could he went back to check on him. Hell, he even started sweeping to “make sure everything is clean when they get back”. Any excuse he could make to spend a few more seconds with his boy.

Fit may not have planned on having a son, but even with the nicknames you can see Fit falling in love with having a son. He loves Ramon more than anything else.

[in-a-closet]

Because you’re the reason. Swear it. 🌿

[screechingfromthevoid]

Dorian with the crown keepers in some quiet taverns in quiet towns as they travel, he's always up late. He can't quite fall asleep well. So he sneaks out to a different tavern than the one they're staying at. He doesn't want to risk someone recognizing him in the morning.

At the new taverns, he goes straight to their stages. The emptier the better but it's not hard for him to convince a half drunk bard to get even drunker.

Sometimes he'd sit on the poorly lit stage and strum his mandolin and not say a word at all as he started to pluck out a tune. The chords are simple at first, something he heard in a dream. Every night spent working, adds another measure. Deeper swells and higher jumps. A mournful reverberation. He was stuck for a while.

Until he hears "glad you're not here... wish you were anyways".

Then, disjointed and seemingly unexpected, a reprise of that first plucking, an octave and a half lower. Still major, still jovial. Just. Deeper. Just... Realer.

I'll fix the transition later, he thought.

That's when the lyrics came. They weren't good but they spilled out of his mouth involuntarily. If it were up to him, those thoughts, those feelings would stay caged in his heart. Instead, a room full of strangers knew him more fully than his intimates.

Protector of air, guard of heart, bulwark of us

His simple plucked out tune, a dreamed up melody for a man he could only dream of.

You say you don't lead. But when I look to you, you're drenched in the boreal crux

A deep and quiet start to the encroaching swell, getting louder and higher.

Crowns of spiders couldn't tempt me astray from your due north

Trilled eight notes that felt like crawling legs and whispy silk on the back of the neck.

I thought you might be the wind caught in my sails. Always only you caught in my fibers

His last word carries a sour note, it sounded wrong, out of tune. Like he was.

A storm by another name, gold and red and melting black, tore us off course

Dorian's run was backwards, like he was free falling from a ledge. Accidentals plaguing it's decent.

It's harder than ever to orient through shades of grey and leave behind no remorse...

That reverberation was accompanied by a strain in his voice. Something that happened every night once he made it to that point. It came next to a swallow of something in his throat. That transition came to him, when Dorian thought about what got him out of his slump, he laughed. Bashfully, sheepishly. He always felt his face burn.

My heart aches. Stay steadfast. Fairer winds...

What a thing to say instead of I miss you.

I have stolen a world away. You are there, I am here. And all I want is to be together when we wake

His melody, their melody, picked up again. His fingers started to pluck staccatos in between the languid chords.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or so they say. This distance has only made mine bleed icar

Dorian wouldn't allow himself to end this with a confession. At least, not one of guilt. It wasn't supposed to be about his straying. It was supposed to be about Orym. It was supposed to be about the man he-

I look for the direction ivy green grows. I look to you still, to find my way.

Sometimes he ended the song with another reprise of his dreamy melody. Sometimes, his fingers would slip on the strings and rancid mistakes would ring out into the crowd. It seemed to depend on how hard they fought that day. How much more Opal stained.

Dorian would always thanked the crowd before taking up the coins that were haphazardly thrown on stage. He wouldn't set out a hat or cup, it wasn't about that, but there was always coin at his feet by the end.

He'd walk quiet streets and thought about Bertrand. Dorian understood now, what he said about walking alone at night. He stepped carefully up lulling tavern stairs thinking about picking up a bottle for a round of "what the fuck is up with that" with friend that weren't waiting for him. He slid into the room he shared with his brother, acknowledging every time that this was the first time they did that. They never shared a room or a bed as children. They didn't share much. Now fully grown, he felt they were more childish than ever.

Dorian curled into himself on his cold side of the bed and thought about how he used to have a pulsing heart beat on his skin. Whether it was across his legs, against his back, against his chest. He never felt loneliness like this before. He never felt the absence of someone before.

And he was worse for it

[glorfys-glorioushair]

A Gentle Touch

Oh hectaly how I love you ♥️

[mothgardens]

Gabriel was created as an archangel of the Lord. He was created with the responsibility of helping God trap Amara. He was never created to just exist in bliss, he always had a greater purpose. Gabriel never wanted that. He hated having that duty which he was made to account for. He left heaven and took on Loki’s persona as The Trickster to escape. He got out of the life.

Likewise, Sam Winchester was cursed to his destiny ten years before he was conceived. Then he was born with a responsibility of being Lucifer’s vessel. He never got to live a normal life; he always had to hunt and work. Sam hated the hunting lifestyle. He was persistent on getting his full-ride scholarship to Stanford; he was persistent on escaping. He got out of the life.

They were both brought back into the life by Dean Winchester telling them that they had to take back their responsibility.

{I’m going to shit myself.}

[notkekey]

There's nothing to fix in Book's hair but Force did it anyway

And Book looks extra baby here [x]

[adas-trashheap]

Soft boys

[yeyayeya]

I don’t see enough Feng Xin x Jian Lan content and it makes me sad

[echomimus]

a ghostleon kinda-prompt for u. how do they sleep??? what are the designated spooning positions?? is one of them a blanket hog? i must know

THANK YOU FOR ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

- leon steals the blankets

- all of them

- danny could get up in the middle of the night to grab a blankie from another room and leon would hog it in his sleep

- leon is the designated big spoon (they switch sometimes, especially if leon had rough trials ? but they like it better this way)

- dannys body is warm as fuck

[pollyna]

Something something Goose jumping on Slider's back when he's too tired to walk or to tired in general and Slider not stop moving until he's sure Goose is sitting down somewhere comfy where he can rest something something

[i-like-anything-water]

Re: Chloe&Mari parents

I think Mari would clearly be the one bearing and raising the child. Motherhood will sit well with her. She's got great examples in her parents and you know they'd be an asset as extended family.

Chloé would start out more like an aunt than a mother. She has no good groundwork for the concept of 'mother'. She would focus on other things more(bills, work, etc) , allowing Mari more time with the kidlet.

It would be interesting to see how Marinette would react to this. Would she allow things to stand and wait to see if Chloé might melt and progress on her own? Would she try to force the issue, wanting to show Chloé she isn't Audrey and can mother if she wants to?

In short: Mari's a born mom. Chloé's relationship with motherhood is... fraught.

Given their different family backgrounds, I think Marinette is the one who opens the topic about kids first. Chloe freezes the first time her wife brings it up and stutters her way through excuses and 'what?' and just shuts down completely.

I feel like Chloe isn't opposed to kids, she wants them actually. She wants a family but she's scared her family would turn out like the mess she had to endure while growing up. But she's gone through years of therapy and continuous positive support so she's not the same brat she was before. Her relationships with people have improved, her overall attitude and perspective on life and people are her has shifted into something she can be genuinely proud of and she's making amends everyday with the decisions she makes.

Kids, of course, are a different idea.

After her panic attack, Marinette doesn't open the topic again as she doesn't want to make Chloe panic or guilty. She really wants the three kids, hamster and house but she also wants Chloe to be happy.

Chloe is the one who opens up the topic next time, when they're preparing for bed. She's calmer now and she did communicate her wants and concerns openly to her wife. They discuss some more about it in the coming morning and days before arriving to a final decision.

Chloe isn't necessarily distant but she is being extra careful she's doing this whole parenting right. Marinette gives her constant reassurance that she's doing fine and the baby will be okay.

It's only when their first born starts talking and the first word that comes out is 'mama' while holding Chloe's thumb did Chloe finally believe that yeah, they will be okay. They will be the best parents.