#getting eepy again

[angelbvn]

EEEE HAII i’ve been waiting for you to answer mhm ^^ . eeee tha sleeby eeber ! i offer you my flesh <3 .

that’s true !! you need like ,, an angel pet ( cough cough ,, ) !! EUGH real humans are lame unless they want to own me , i guess :p .

i’m doing alright !! getting coffee n food YAYAY i love iced mochas . omnomnom . i sleebied alright ^_^ . muehehehehe .

hehe yayyy :D yummy morning snackie *nom nom*

:o tbh i’ve never thought of having an angel as a pet? it seems a tad harsh since im an angel too … orr more so if probably worship an angel more than as pet .. i think hehe

oooo yayayyy i hope u enjoy ur yummy treats :3 i still think coffees are bleh but i loveee ice so it is acceptable hehe

[crabsnpersimmons]

i like to tuck my sun and moon into bed when i get out of it, but after seeing your chibi sun and moon, i think of them every time i do now hehe!!

ohhhhh this is precious! thank you for sharing with me! blowing them kisses!! sleep well, little plushies ❤️❤️❤️

the minute i saw your photo i dropped everything to draw this:

shhh

they eepy

[maryymaruu]

Low power mode~

Eepy lil bugs for @redfirefox-55 ♡

[calmlb]

Domestic skk where Chuuya gets home after a long day at work, only to find the apartment empty, with no Dazai in sight.

The lights are off, not a sound to be heard, but Chuuya can feel Dazai’s presence— some kind of sixth sense they’ve both been cursed with since they were 15.

Chuuya slowly removes his coat & shoes, letting his eyes rove over the empty kitchen & living room, till his eyes finally catch the top of a familiar head of mussed, brown waves.

Tension he didn’t realize he was holding releases at the sight, & Chuuya takes a deep breath before padding around the couch. It would do no good for his own stress to add to Dazai’s, if tonight was indeed one of those nights.

As Chuuya rounds the sofa, he finds pretty much what he expected. Dazai is curled up against the armrest, looking small despite his gangly limbs.

What Chuuya hadn’t expected was for Dazai to be fast asleep— soft breaths puffing against the expensive fabric of the armrest.

Chuuya blinks in disbelief, but can’t help the fond smile that steals across his face. Dazai always has such a hard time sleeping, so finding him like

this was a welcome surprise. Especially compared to the more somber situation that Chuuya was worried he’d be faced with.

Chuuya removes his hat & gloves, laying them aside as he crouches in front of the couch. He shamelessly studies his partner while he can’t be teased for it.

Dazai looks peaceful— cheeks rosy with sleep, & unfairly-long lashes dusting his faint spattering of freckles.

Those freckles felt like Chuuya’s little secret, because the only way to know they existed was if one got close enough to see.

And it was no secret that Dazai didn’t let people get that close.

Chuuya finds himself brushing a finger over those freckles, following the perfect slope of Dazai’s nose, tracing his high cheekbones down to the contour of his smooth jawline.

Chuuya pinches Dazai’s chin between his thumb & forefinger, tilting it at just the right angle to press a gentle kiss to Dazai’s forehead. He bites his lip to hold back a laugh at the way Dazai’s nose scrunches at the disturbance, but he really doesn’t want to wake the brunet. He obviously needs the sleep if he fell asleep here, still in his work clothes.

Why is Dazai out here? If he knew he was this tired, why not at least lie in bed?

Chuuya absently brushes Dazai’s bangs away from his eyes as he leans into the touch, releasing a contented sigh.

Oh. Chuuya’s eyes widen. He was waiting up for me.

Or, trying to, at least.

This time Chuuya doesn’t stop the warm chuckle from slipping past his lips. He presses another soft kiss to Dazai’s temple, then carefully scoops him into a princess hold. He carries his sleeping partner to their room, smiling as Dazai nuzzles his face into Chuuya’s neck.

His partner really is such a cat.

Chuuya sets Dazai down on the bed, careful not to wake him, & draws the blankets up under his chin, just the way Dazai likes it. He doesn’t bother getting him into comfier clothes— obviously, he was comfortable enough to fall asleep as he was.

Chuuya does change his own clothes, though, & brushes his teeth before turning off the light & slipping into bed next to Dazai.

He turns to wrap himself around Dazai from behind, but before he can, he finds himself with a face full of mackerel.

Soft hair tickles Chuuya’s chin as Dazai snuggles into him again— always seeking out the nearest heatsource.

“I thought you were asleep, you malingerer,” Chuuya scolds quietly.

“Shh, I am asleep,” Dazai whispers, nose digging into Chuuya’s breastbone as he tries to burrow into his partner’s chest.

Chuuya rolls his eyes, but he can hear the grogginess in Dazai’s voice that tells him he wasn’t faking it. He doesn’t fight the urge to bring a hand up to card through Dazai’s fluffy waves.

Dazai doesn’t grant him a response other than to press himself even closer to Chuuya, so that they’re practically melded together. Chuuya smiles, pressing one more, languid kiss to the crown of Dazai’s head— pausing to breathe him in— before closing his eyes & letting sleep overtake them both.

Chuuya version

[crybaby-bkg]

“I thought I was supposed to be the old person in this relationship,” Toji’s voice rings out in the previously quiet atmosphere, makes your head whip up in surprise. your concentration is broken from your prior engagement, hands slowing as you can’t help the smile that grows on your face at his teasing.

“Crocheting is for any and all ages,” you snark back at him, taking in how he watches the way your hands still move rhythmically—yarn over, pull through two loops, yarn over, pull through the last two, chain four, repeat. “You weren’t talking shit when I made you that sweater for your birthday.”

“Yeah I did, cause it itched like all hell.” He teases, makes you stick your tongue out at him playfully. he wore that sweater everywhere, to the point you damn near had to rip it off of him to put it in the wash. (the only times he didn’t wear it was when he knew he’d get it dirty while doing his…business ventures, which you didn’t mind. you’d rather he go a day without wearing it than googling how to wash blood out of a crocheted sweater that took you weeks to make.)

by the time you snap back to reality, Toji has already crossed the room, standing in front of where you sit cross legged in the comfy recliner he brought just for when you crocheted. it takes you aback by how quickly he moved, so silently, face suddenly warm as you look up at him from under your lashes. his eyes are dark, shadowed by his fringe, his hands in his pockets, his head cocked to the side. he looks devious.

“What are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?” you ask him, finally pausing your hands as you rest them in your lap. but Toji doesn’t let you, no. instead, he holds them back up in front of your face as he sinks to his knees in front of you, his smile wide and evil, pulling your legs from under you as he settles them on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he croons to you, kissing the inner part of your knee, eyes still glued to your burning face. “Just keep doing your little old lady hobby while I busy myself.” without warning, he pulls your sleep shorts to the side, grinning when he’s met with the bare beauty that is your pussy. you shudder at the air that breezes past you, try to focus on chaining when he squeezes at your thighs with warm, veiny hands.

“But I can’t focus on counting my stitches when your face is between my legs.” you pout to him, hoping it’ll sway him to eat you out and then let you continue your project. but he doesn’t put his mouth on you until you start again, rewards you with a single wet, smacking kiss where you need it most.

“Guess you’re gonna have to learn how to multitask, sweetheart.” Toji grins before he licks a long stripe from taint to clit, your hands hiccuping in their movements. you can feel his smile more than see it, and come to the realization that he’s an evil, evil man. (you have to recount your stitches more than once, and even after you’re fucked out from euphoria and bliss, you still think you’re missing a few.)

[justdrawlynn11]

Dazzle had a nightmare where she was so bad that Sun left forever and ever and she couldn’t find him, after waking up she went to go see if he was there.

Sun is currently comforting his kid Dazzle while half asleep, she is currently clinging to him-

(Don’t mind his rays, they’re magically regenerating after bad parts were cut off-)

[soulshards]

Viera April 2025 #29 Secret

Better keep it that way.

Prompt Lists ∙ ∙ ∙

[egginfroggin]

Braviary's Wardens aren't available right now, come back later

I just think that Sabi and Emmet deserve to have a little nap right now, so here they are having a nap in Braviary's nest :>

(program: krita; time: about 50 minutes)

[sodapopbuoy]

THESE 2 <3333

[gingermintpepper]

There is almost nothing more important to me than the idea that the gods have seasonal forms. Like, they should all have regional forms too (and in actual art and depictions they do) but the ancient greeks had so many important seasons and festivals for so many things and I wish so hard that there were more modern interpretations of gods in seasonal attire.

[goosehadfood]

Yk when your tired and then you go honk shooooo @zondel

[nova-moshi]

When their relationship was all still new, it was somewhat awkward for a while whilst the Ancients all learned each other's sleeping habits.

They were all used to sleeping on their own, relatively speaking. A lot of them had experience with going out on adventures and camping under the stars by themselves, though with a whole group, it was an entirely new learning experience.

They all had to learn new quirks about their friends that weren't apparent in broad daylight.

Hollyberry and Golden Cheese snored a lot, despite the latter adamantly denying it. It annoyed Dark Cacao somewhat at first since he was so used to sleeping in silence.

The two night owls among them; Lily and Vanilla, sometimes stayed up past reasonable sleeping hours and didn't realize their conversations kept up the lighter sleepers among them. (Goldie and Cacao)

Some of them talked more frequently in their sleep than others, like Cacao and Hollyberry. It made for some interesting conversations come morning if anyone was awake to hear them.

And, White Lily has night terrors. Pure Vanilla forgot to inform the rest of his friends about it, so the first time it happened he sent sorry glances towards the others as he helped Lily calm down. He couldn't really explain the entire situation; that was Lily's right whenever she felt like it.

Subsequent occurrences of this happening involved more of them coming to help soothe Lily back to sleep, but in the end Hollyberry has the longest streak of it besides Vanilla. She'll shoo the others back to sleep and sacrifice her own to stay up with Lily if sleep doesn't come easily to her afterwards.

It takes a lot of getting used to as a group, but it's nothing good communication can't fix. And the occasional joys of staying at a tavern and getting their own rooms for a night.

Soon enough though, these quirks fade into the background as they all ease into a routine and get used to each other. Makes for some good memories to look back on- and opportune teasing material.

[smilesrobotlover]

Yeah

[maggotinadollhouse]

feeling very awfully tempted to make an evil Ragatha animatic to The Living Tombstone's "Cut the Cord" solely because of the sewing allegories and metaphors and this line:

“Is it so wrong to be selfish for a change?”

(AND DON'T FORGET THE "TAKEN MY KINDNESS FOR GRANTED - YOU'RE NOT WORTH ALL THE TEARS" LINE TOO)

...but we all know i'd never get it done because i'm stalling on two projects already now (a different animatic and a fic) and i'm a horrific procrastinator and i'm in the middle of preparing to move house soooooo life's hard 🥲 but I'll get there somehow!!! maybe!!!

ignore the photo i was experimenting with an ibispaint brush made of solely ragatha pngs

[rileys-battlecats]

*guy that hasn't slept properly in several days voice* damn why am i so tired

[falmerbrook]

@tescheer Week 3: Snuggle

I like to think of them as a little found family at some point. A weird dysfunctional one, destined to fall apart, but one nonetheless.