#a soft ask box

[prettyboyprettyeyes]

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

[unboundprompts]

hello! unrequited-love-turns-requited prompts would be greatly appreciated 🥺

Unrequited Love turns Requited Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"You don’t have to say yes," they whispered, barely meeting their gaze. "I just needed to get it out before it eats me alive." The silence stretched until a hand slipped into theirs. "Who said no was even an option?"

"I thought I was too late," they said, their voice trembling. "I’ve loved you for so long, but I thought—" "You are late," the other interrupted with a smile. "But lucky for you, I’ve been waiting."

"Why didn’t you tell me?" they asked, their voice breaking. "Because you deserved someone better." They grabbed their hand, their touch firm but warm. "I don’t want better. I want you."

"You’re always there for me, and I’ve never asked why," they said, studying them intently. "Because I love you," came the matter-of-fact reply. "But you don’t feel the same, so—" "Who said I don’t?"

"I thought you were in love with someone else," they said, their heart in their throat. "I was," the other admitted. "Until I realized the person I wanted was standing right in front of me all along."

"You loved me all this time and didn’t say anything?" they asked, incredulous. "Yeah, well, watching you love someone else wasn’t exactly great either," they snapped. "I’m not in love with them anymore," they said softly. "I’m in love with you."

"I don’t want to ruin what we have," they said nervously. "And what if I told you I’ve been waiting for you to ruin it?" the other asked, their lips curling into a hopeful smile.

[trashytracktales]

oh. My. Gosh. The hair? It’s giving 2022 lando hello??

Truly his golden retriever era, when he still looked all wide-eyed and harmless before the villain arc hit... favorite version of him tbh, he looked so innocent and completely oblivious to the power he held ☝🏻🥲

[oceisastar]

I don’t read much dom character stuff, but I could see that’s how Sunday prefers sex (as he needs to have control) at least starting out.

Maybe service top reader with soft dom Sunday

Reader wanting to take care of Sunday (maybe they’re in love but haven’t confessed yet and this is just fwb or something) and Sunday instructing reader how to best do that

Idk I’m more of a dom but I’m trying because I love Sunday and wanted to make sure you got prompts xo 😚

MDNI {soft dom!top!reader x Sunday, emotional sex, loving relationship, hsr spoilers}

you are such a doll, thank you 😘

service top reader x Sunday is so fucking big brain like. I feel like Sunday’s need for control permeates every aspect of his life and it’s only in those moments where you’re topping him where you see the depths of his desire and how deeply he needs to be taken care of.

getting him to even admit he wants to be topped is a feat because he feels so safe having others at a distance—what’s more intimate than you fucking him? he instructs you with a clear, crisp voice, his heart pounding as you loom over him—he hopes you can’t hear it. prays you can’t.

his life has always been in service to someone else, his caretaker, robin, Ena. he needs someone to see past it all and take care of him. but he’d never admit that.

the closest he’ll get is when you’re making love to him and you hit that particular spot—he stutters, breath hitching, as he grasps at your shoulders with shaking hands and fluttering eyes, struggling to keep it together.

he needs this, desperation so raw and vulnerable it twists into a cry he can’t hold back and soon he’s sobbing in your arms. he tries to collect himself but when you kiss his forehead and fuck him harder, he has no choice but to let go and let you take care of him, even if it’s just for a few moments.

the first time this happened, Sunday became quiet, trying to maintain his composure, but each time, more and more, he began to cling to you, until he’s wrapped around you like a teddy bear, holding onto you for dear life.

no one else could understand—he wouldn’t let anyone else see him like this. but you somehow know how to break down all his walls.

[ourtubahero-blog]

Just us when Neil answers our asks.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Nonsense

Written for the prompt "Nonsense" by Sabrina Carpenter.

Draco took another sip of his drink, letting it fizzle in his mouth and burn on its way down his throat. He steadfastly ignored the way his heart thud, thudded in his chest whenever Potter glanced up at him, the corner of his mouth ticking up as gave him a hot once-over.

The flush crept all the way up his neck and spread over his cheeks, his whole body felt too warm, tummy swooping and tingling, like he was a bloody teenager. He took another drink, trying to stay relaxed.

Pansy was talking, something about her latest flame, but he could barely keep up, hoping that his occasional nods and hums were sufficient.

And she didn't seem to notice until Potter stood up and walked past them, nodding at Draco and grinning at him, tilting his head down like he was a little shy and Draco's heart jumped into his throat as he attempted to smile back.

"Parkinson," he greeted, "Draco," he added, voice soft and warm like he'd cast a spell that tied Draco's intestines around each other.

"Hey," he breathed, shook his head. "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Potter."

Potter's grin widened and it looked for a moment like he would say something more, but then he just nodded and kept on his way to the loo.

"Well," Pansy said with a sigh, sounding unbearably bored, "go on then."

"Pardon me?"

"Go on," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "I know you've been watching him all night. It seems like he finally made his move and it's time for you to make yours."

He sniffed and took another sip of his drink, "I've no idea what you're talking about."

"Right. You've no idea what I'm talking about because you've been too busy staring at Potter to listen to the words coming out of my mouth for the past hour."

And he wanted to protest, he really did, but they both knew that he had no leg to stand on. "Fine," he said, knocking back the last of his drink. "I will."

"Finally," she muttered but he didn't even dignify that with a response. He marched to the loo and opened the door, "Listen, Potter," he started, louder than he might have if he'd realized that Potter was standing at the sink, washing his hands and not in one of the stalls. "Oh."

Potter looked up at him, eyes fucking twinkling behind his glasses and Draco wanted to punch something, wanted to throw up, or bang his head against the wall, or... something. Watching Potter remain so bloody attractive while Draco fell apart was entirely infuriating. "I'm listening," Potter said, grinning even more broadly.

And Draco did the only thing that he could think to do with his tongue so tied, he lunged forward and grabbed Potter by the collar of his shirt and dragged him in to kiss him.

The water on Potter's hands soaked through Draco's shirt, but it was the furthest thing from his mind as Potter's mouth opened against his and he spun them, pressing Draco back against the sink.

His hands gripped Potter's shirt harder, pulling him in as he sank deeper into the kiss.

The other man smiled, his lips turning up at the corners and making the kiss a little awkward, but in a sweet way that Draco couldn't help but enjoy. "What?" he asked, still attempting to kiss Potter but wanting to understand that infernal grin.

"I like you," Potter said with a little shrug before he kissed Draco a little more. "I enjoy you."

"You drive me mental," Draco replied, in spite of the way that his stomach did back flips at the other man's words.

"Yeah?" he asked, still grinning.

"Yes," he grunted, all petulance and delight mixed up together. "You get my words all twisted together, you turn me into this daft idiot who can't get his head on straight."

Potter snorted, "Very convenient, seeing as I do my best not to fall for straight men."

He rolled his eyes and shoved Potter's shoulder before drawing him in closer and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Be mine?" Potter asked. "Not just sleeping in my bed or hooking up in loos," he clarified, "actually, properly mine?"

"Is that what you actually want?" Draco asked, thinking that outcome was certainly too good to be true. "With me?"

Potter chuckled and bumped Draco's cheek with his nose, "I don't see anyone else standing in this loo with me."

He blinked, pushed back the insecurity that he felt rising in his chest, nodded once and decided to let himself have what he wanted. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'd like that."

"Alright, then."

Harry nodded. "Alright."

[laf-outloud]

It looks like (far from shaving him bald) Jared might be growing his hair for his appearance on TB.

I've kind of missed his longer hair, even if he did look good on Walker.

It's floofy Jared!

FanExpoCanada

OMG! This is the best look!!! I liked his shorter hair at times on Walker, but this? Perfection!!! I hope he gets to keep it for The Boys and for whatever else CBS has him do.

[meteor752]

Now I'm kinda curious to see what Odysseus x Ares x Aphrodite looks like

It’s Aphrodite and her two bitches, one of which adores everything about her and one of which really wants a nap and some appy slices

No but fr, ‘Phro and Ares are in an open relationship and def take other people to bed, it separately or together. Aphrodite does it more often, but that’s mainly cause Ares is shy when it comes to asking people out. And while ‘Phro does like to do some freaky stuff in the bedroom, she can also be capable of matching the mood of the person she’s fucking.

So I do think the two would be, like, sorta gentle with Odysseus. As gentle as the goddess of lust and passion and the god of war can be.

The aftercare though, holy shit. Odysseus would be spoiled rotten once they’d finished, especially by ‘Phro.

So all and all, not the worst gods to be taken to bed by

[unboundprompts]

an enemy to lovers and one bed trope but I need their responses in the morning being strangled to eachother

One Bed Trope: Morning After Dialogue

-> feel free to edit as you see fit

"Get off of me."

"Is it weird I'm comfortable?"

"Jesus Christ how did we manage to fall asleep like this?"

"How the hell did you wrap your leg around me?"

"You've been laying on my arm all night and I can't feel it."

"I would've moved to the floor but you were using me as a pillow."

"I almost fist-fought you last night when you took the blanket."

"I have to pee so bad please get up."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to look you in the eyes after this."

"You snore. Loudly."

"I do not snore, you liar."

"We don't have to talk about it, just get dressed."

"It's too early for this, we'll talk about it later."

"I don't understand how I slept so good last night."

"Let's keep it professional, alright?"

"Don't get confused, I was only clinging to you because you stole the blanket and I had no other way to keep warm."

"We're not going to bring this up ever again, right?"

"I slept really good last night." "That makes one of us."

"My arm is still asleep."

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"How did the blanket end up on the floor? No wonder I was freezing."

"Go back to sleep."

"You're the only source of warmth in this stupid hotel, come back to bed before I get hypothermia."

[trashytracktales]

Can we keep talking about Landos praise kink? I feel like he'd try to act all dommy during sex but then he hears the smallest hint of praise and he's like yeah, never mind, and just gets subby and neddy?🫠🫠🫠 Like, he's fine without it, but if he gets any praise at all he depends on it

*FOAMING AT THE MOUTH* Hey, yeah. 100%!!

Just let a “you’re doing so good for me, baby” slip out, and the switch flips. Fast. Dude be folding like a lawn chair.

Scorpio men are a lil aggressive, obsessive, possessive (all the essive you can think of, really), intense, and emotionally fueled in bed. He wants to make you feel everything. And while he can be dommy and smug, I don’t think he’ll ever abandon his soft side, especially once the praise hits.

And please, for the love of God, don’t even get me started on eye contact while being praised... someone sedate me 🥴👍🏻

[jamiesfootball]

🌈 ALSO something soft as hell from secret nap club pleaaaase owo

He looked like one of those pampered Instagram cats that people dressed up like they were having a spa day. Face goop, eye mask, plush dressing gown, a glass of ice water with a fat lemon slice floating in it, and—

“What the hell is that?”

Jamie followed his gaze down to his arms and smirked.

“What, this?” Jamie asked, adopting the tone of someone who’d brought their prized poodle around to brunch. He wiggled his eye mask the rest of the way off his face, sliding it over his hair like a makeshift hair band. “You weren’t here; I needed something to hold onto to get me to sleep.”

“Is that a football?”

“Yeah,” Jamie grinned. He held the plushie out for inspection. “Mint, innit? One of my fans sent it to me.”

Roy accepted the stuffed football, twisting it around in his hands. It was soft as a baby toy, and sized to regulation, although the skinny arms and legs sticking out of it would probably make it hard to get a decent spin on it. Stitched on the front were two small circles for eyes and a perfect half parentheses smile, something so simple a kid could’ve drawn it on, blissfully serene and ignorant of things like transfer windows and Financial Fair Play regulations. It certainly appeared more well rested than Roy.

Jamie waited expectantly for Roy to praise his excellent choice in plushies.

“Huh,” Roy huffed.

Jamie bristled indignantly. “‘Huh?’ That’s it?”

He made to grab the ball back and squawked in protest when Roy briefly held it up out of his reach before letting him snatched it back. Jamie clutched the toy protectively to his chest.

“Nothing else to add to that? No remarks ‘bout me being too old to sleep with stuffed toys?”

That would be hypocritical of him. “It just means ‘huh.’ I figured if anything, you’d have one of those stupid stuffed sharks from IKEA that everyone won’t shut up about.”

Jamie sat up in bed like a primped-up vampire rising from his coffin. He asked urgently, “What stuffed shark from IKEA?”

Sensing that the remainder of his day was about to be hijacked for something stupid, Roy disappeared into the bathroom. He at least deserved a chance to rinse off the stench of contract negotiations first.

Approximately thirty seconds later, a body thudded against the door. The doorknob rattled, followed by a whine when it didn’t open. “Roy! We need to go to IKEA.”

[mirensiart]

Ooh, is that child of light I see?

YES!!!! I adore Child of Light so much!

Since I've been sharing old art lol here's an old crossover fanart I did of aurora and oot!link years ago 🥹💖

Like they both have fae/fairy companions + magical musical instruments + they grow up via magic during their game

Anyway, everyone should play Child of Light it's such a delightful game!

[roseytoesy]

Basic ideas for the nom-onauts universe

So yea, I have some fun stories out of order and I even have one that includes some of the octo agents. But know it did start with just the octonauts. Anyway goona ramble under the cut about some of the world building I'm mixing in some magic cause frick you I do what I want that allows for noms and silly g/t shenanigans.

In old sailing days there is a mysterious magic amongst the waves of the sea. Creating very rare mysterious or haunting creatures and allowing sailors unique abilities while on the sea.

This magic allowed safe noms in times of old. it was fairly private and unknown save for a few horror stories when some more predatory sailors were affected and their instincts went crazy.

All they had to do was firmly grasp the person they wanted to eat and focus on that contact, the other would then shrink.

With more recent pollution and technology that magic faded into stories and tall tales.

But the longer a crew is out at sea the more of the small bits of magic they can accumulate. especially as they travel.

It manifested in the crew in Tweek the most. allowing her to create an impossible technology that would allow the crew to shrink themselves with the push of a few specific buttons on their collars.

This magic also allowed her to create such unique Gups and come up with so many ideas too.

Its enhanced the captains strength a bit, kwazii is more agile and a faster swimmer, Dashi has amazing balance, Shellington can understand just about any language given enough time, Inkling is able to be outside of water for long periods of time, peso is able to tie and untie anything within a few seconds and some sounds.

and of course the crew can all understand creatures if the creature wishes to communicate with them.

everyone's collars has the radio button on the left, the bubble helmet button on the right and these little arrows that point toward each other like this >> << 1,2 on the left and 3,4 on the right

pushing the arrows in the order 1,3,2,4 activates the shrinking tech. reducing the crew to about 3 inches tall. with slight millimeters differences between the crew.

The shrinking allows them to be resistant to extreme pressures, fairly extreme temperatures (from -10 to 135 F), more resistant to any kind of falling injuries, immunity to acids, and resistance to caustic substances.

They still get uncomfortable and even hurt but can survive and that's the important part.

Unfortunately shortly after testing this new ability, barnacles was the first to feel its unique side effects. being an Apex predator only further heightened the urge to tuck away his crew.

Kwazii is the other member that is affected fairly heavily by the urge, he called it the hungry ghost due to some tall tales about more scary shrinking and eating experiences.

Peso and Shellington both somewhat feel it but not as strongly as the captain and Kwazii. Dashi and Tweek are fairly unaffected but can still tuck the others away when necessary. or if Tweek gets mad enough

The vegimals will have their own post, but just know that some lost food falling into the sea created the Eddimal species. If food is able to sink deep enough and not be eaten its transformed into a tough little creature. Though only with plant based foods.

Thanks to Shellingtons' heavy desire to find and care for a new species the magic carries some eggs of these creatures to the octopod.

The other octo agents don't get any special abilities or boosts other than their own life experiences and practices.

Speaking of the agents, Tweek eventually made them some shrinking tech as well, since the agents don't have those collars, she made little Band-Aid looking patches to be stuck to their collars, hidden under their uniforms.

To activate these "implants" (changing this to tiny patches) as Tweek likes to call them, is to push it once, let go, then hold it down for 3 seconds, let go, and one more quick push.

The octo agents dont use it very much if at all. Due to them working fairly separate and away from the sea they don't get those strong urges. The only ones to really be involved with the noms is Paani, Calico jack, and Professor Natquik.

That's about everything I could think of, Feel free to ask further questions! I'm frothing at the mouth thinking about all the shenanigans with this silly group.

[somegrumpynerd]

"(don't call them your boys!)"

He's a father in denial

This is extremely normal and regular what do you mean stop pointing out rivers in egypt

[thesupernaturalhouse]

You dont know how many times I've seen mischaracterization of Vee simply because she isn't overly expressive/happy with everyone

[sillys-little-blog]

Little Test Tube stimboad with soft stuff?