#mess hcs

[cringemesstickles]

Hey!! Idk if ive sent an ask b4, so if i have plz disregard this one, but could i get some ler!sam hcs? Lee!sam is so cute, but ler!sam flusters me sm 😵‍💫😵‍💫

YOU HAVE POOKIE IM SO SORRY OML

I’ve literally been working on that one forever but I was holding it off cuz I was working on some TFW hcs anyway. But because I completely procrastinated, I’ll hit you with some bonus hcs 🤭

Sam Winchester (Ler hcs)

(I had to scroll through so many angsty gifs before finally settling on this one… weird side plot, but I want my suffering known.)

He’s a big sweetheart… but we all know that

He gives the best aftercare, ong. Always makes sure he didn’t go too far or overwhelm the lee

Will rub tickle spots to soothe phantom tickles 🥺

100% uses his size to his advantage. It’s so easy for him to just grab the lee and completely annihilate them 😭🤚

Tickling style def depends on who he’s tickling and why.

If it’s to cheer someone up, he leans toward being sweet and gentle, but if someone is being a brat, he’s completely merciless. 💀

Since his hands are so damn big, he can cover more ground at once. It also means he gives really tickly squeezes 🤭

(perfect for when he’s getting revenge on Dean and needs to go after his hips)

One day when Sam’s temper was particularly short, Dean made the mistake of snatching a book out of his hands and making him lose his page. Sam absolutely went to town.

I’ve got more hcs coming soon cuz like I said, I’ve been working on some TFW ones 🤭

Again, sorry I procrastinated, Pookie 😭���😭

[stargirl230]

Muse // 心上人

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[kosmicprlz]

such fleeting moments on the surface

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[stars-and-clouds]

Astarion Romance Headcanons 🥀

SFW:

Side glances when you're besides him

Full on staring when you're not

Immediately looking away when you catch him

"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"

His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?

His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.

You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.

His kisses are tender and needy.

He likes the warmth of your hands.

Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.

He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.

When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.

"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).

He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.

He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.

Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.

"No one's ever going to love me like that again."

Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.

Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.

"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.

Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.

Hiding his jealousy, terribly.

He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.

"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.

NSFW:

He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.

"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.

"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.

When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.

Needing you everytime you're tender with him.

Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.

Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.

Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.

When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.

Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.

When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.

He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.

You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.

He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.

"Does that feel good, my love?"

The more you beg the more he loves it.

He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.

Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.

Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.

Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.

Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.

Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.

Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.

Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.

"Look at me.", he'll command you.

He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.

He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50833876/chapters/128419966 I am updating these hcs on my ao3, if anyone is interested!

[flowersdiceandlove]

I am 100% completely convinced that on Mount Yujun when Hua Cheng burst into thousands of butterflies that he did not mean to do that. That man was freaking out so bad at finally finding Xie Lian again and holding his hand and helping him and Xie Lian being right there that when he finally saw just the slightest glimpse of Xie Lian’s face and the thought of Xie Lian seeing him that his nerves took over and he burst into thousands of butterflies. All throughout the walk, Hua Cheng was trying his damnedest to keep it the fuck together (literally) but he just couldn’t anymore. You cannot convince me otherwise. He held Xie Lian’s hand all through the walk, but then he shakes Xie Lian’s hand off the next time they meet? Yeah, he’s scared he’s gonna explode into butterflies again and that would Not Be Cool and Ruin His Image he’s curating for Xie Lian as this cool reliable guy he can come to for help and depend on.

[one-eightfornine]

some one for all fluff because canon hates us

[boobilby]

New welsknight Hermitcraft video, just what the doctor ordered

[hatsbuckets]

price | gaz | soap

Simon Riley who is tense after missions.

Simon Riley who isn’t angry, not really—just wired, just restless, just stuck.

Simon Riley who sits in the hangar, the locker room, anywhere he can finally be alone. And he clenches his hands together, tight, tight, too tight.

Simon Riley who thinks about how everything could have gone better and still hasn't cleaned the blood off his hands, his gear still on. He knows he should move, should eat, should sleep, but doesn’t.

Simon Riley who doesn’t react when a wired sergeant eases onto the crate next to him.

Simon Riley who lets himself listen to one Kyle Garrick, letting Gaz's words fill the space, slow his thoughts, pull him back down.

Simon Riley who doesn’t answer but doesn’t tell him to leave either and eventually exhales, long, steady, just once.

Simon Riley who barely nods when Gaz claps his shoulder before standing up, not looking up as he goes.

Simon Riley who stays, his eyes locked on the floor, but not so unfocused as they were before.

Simon Riley who hears the next sergeant before he sees him.

Simon Riley who doesn’t move when one John Mactavish drops into a crouch in front of him, all sharp grins and teasing nudges.

Simon Riley who glares, scowls, huffs—but doesn’t walk away and lets Johnny talk, lets Johnny pull, push, prod at him.

Simon Riley who doesn’t want to laugh. But does as he feels the tension crack, just a little. and he unclasps his hands, lets them settle on his thighs.

Simon Riley who gets lost for a moment in the baby blue eyes shining with a smile in front of him, touching that panging place deep in his heart.

Simon Riley who watches as Johnny smirks, softer now, warmer now. Then he rolls his eyes when Johnny taps his knee as he stands up.

Simon Riley who almost lets him leave without a word. Almost. but he catches Johnny's wrist at the last second. He holds, just for a moment, just long enough to say�� Thanks.

Simon Riley who ignores the grin Johnny bites back as he walks off.

Simon Riley who sits alone but isn’t stuck anymore. He stays, for just a few minutes longer, then moves.

Simon Riley who ends up at his Captain’s office, where the door is unlocked.

Simon Riley who steps inside, quiet, unnoticed at first as he strips off his gloves, and his vest, and pulls his mask up to his nose and lets himself breath the cool air.

Simon Riley who sees Gaz, already lying on Price and sees Johnny, burrowed in like he belongs.

Simon Riley who exhales and doesn’t say a word and just sits down on the floor, back against the couch and lets his eyes slip shut.

Simon Riley who doesn’t flinch when a heavy hand lands on his shoulder.

Simon Riley who doesn’t let go this time—just catches it, grips it back. Simon Riley who lets his fingers curl over the rough, steady grip of one John Price.

Simon Riley who presses his lips to Price's hand, grounding, the lump that occupied his throat settling.

Simon Riley who lets the exhaustion slip in, slow and familiar.

Simon Riley who finally rests.

Simon Riley who is tense after missions,

But never too tense to be brought back by the boys.

Simon Riley who lets himself smile in the dark of Price's office when the captain snores, undeniably comforted by the sound.

price | gaz | soap

[ilikecheeseitslit]

He got news that the least likely to be a parent became a parent

He wants to call child protective services but he’ll just make sure to co parent as much as possible

[beastyeastfreak]

Shadow milk x reader miscommunication part 3

The aftermath

Link to previous part (read both or this wont make sense obviously lol)

Cw and Tags: Hurt/comfort, reader has trust issues, not as intense as the rest, smc has separation anxiety(me too man)

I decided not to do a bad ending because this felt cooler. I almost left out the comfort but i was convinced not to.

I dont have a song for this one feel free to imagine your own lol

🃏 - A clock ticking down the hall was like a metronome to the thoughts running around in your mind. An opera, you couldn’t tell what act it was on but it was just as bleak is the next. You had been staring at this door from the sheets since you were pulled into bed. The beasts form wrapped around you from behind, his arm more placed on your hip than holding on. You didn’t have issues sleeping, at least not since everything went down. All that turmoil between you… and he acted like it never happened the next day. You talked about it, then woke up the next day and nothing was wrong! Everything was fine, he wanted to take you to eat which you accepted with some confusion.

🃏 - You didn’t want him to pretend to be anything, if he was being authentic that was great, and odd, but great. He just moved on so fast, you expected something more gradual. You found yourself at square one again, before you knew the truth you blindly trusted everything he said, that trait earned slowly, you didn’t believe a word he said in the beginning. You had that critical thinking, now it was just plain untrusting. He was such a good actor, he hid it from you all that time, he was pulling your strings while he kissed your lips and called you his. You knew that he fell genuinely, but the line would always be blurred, the exact time he just wanted you would never truly be known. He would never answer either, whether he knew and wouldn’t say or didn’t know and couldn’t answer. He was lost, like you. For that reason, you’d never truly regain that lovestruck trust.

🃏 - Internally, you knew it was because you didn’t want to have that realization again, to feel your entire chest crumble as words tear into your ears, worming into your mind, the walls you had erected were on the ground and you only now realized it. You still felt it, that piercing feeling in your chest, even while he was cuddling you so closely and protectively as he was now.

🃏 - Some grandfather clock struck deep within the halls of this dark dimension, you doubted it was actually midnight but it felt late. You weren’t getting any rest, maybe some walking and some tea would help or just a distraction from your thoughts would do. You first glanced at him, all of his eyes were closed. You sat up steadily, ensuring you wouldn’t wake him. You sit on the edge of the bed, feet hitting the cold white tile. You glance back at him, blankets clumped in his arms in your place. You swear his sharp nails were cutting into the fabric.

🃏 - You wanted to reach out and pet his head, or kiss his cheek before you left but you knew he’d awaken. You instead left quietly, walking into the hallway of doors. You found the one that lead to your house pretty quickly, it was noticeably more adorned than the rest and covered in your favorite flowers. You opened the door, the aroma of vanilla replacing the milky scent of his world. You cracked the door, keeping the portal between his domain and yours open, as you walked away you heard the sound of the door clicking. You winced and your stomach balled into a knot.

🃏 - Your uniform was in his bedroom, you had work in a few hours. You leaned against a wall and groaned, placing a fist against your forehead as you walked forward. You prayed to the witches he’d wake up early, you entered the kitchen and began filling up your kettle. You placed it on the stove, heat beginning to rise. You leaned back your hips resting against the counter behind you. Bugs chirping and night-birds cooing somewhere outside. You watched the red of the stove before closing your eyes for a moment.

🃏 - The kettle began to bubble, your eyes open if only barely. You reach into one of your cabinets and pull out a box of teabags. Placing one in a cup before pouring in the steaming liquid. You then began to place everything back in order while the tea steeped, you turned the knob on the stove-

CRASH

🃏 - You perk up, now far from sleepy, and without thinking you stride towards where the sound was. You didn’t make it far before the person quickly turned the corner, Shadow Milk still in his pajamas with a distraught look across his face and hair disheveled. He tackled you in a hug, your confusion only grew. “Shadow mil-“ you began but he squeezed you and spoke. “You- i thought someone had taken you, silly goose!” He said half laughing but it just looked like nervousness. You awkwardly joined his laughter, “i just went to get some tea, its not like i was gone to war, or gone very long for that matter.” You say and break from his grip. You were a little surprised, he cared a lot about his appearance so it was surprising he didn’t magically pop his normal attire on before going to save you from some imaginary enemy. It only took a moment for him to snap his fingers and his entire look to change.

🃏 - You pick up your cup and throw away your tea bag, he comes beside you wrapping both arms tight around your waist, his face pressed into your shoulder. A tension in your face softened, you were still stirring your mug. You tilted your head towards him, “did you have a nightmare,” you murmur. “Mm..no…” he says clinging closer. “Are you sure?” You smile softly and take a sip. “No…” he replied. “I could have made you tea so you wouldn’t have to leave, i dont know why you want to be in this place so bad,” he moved his head so his chin rested on your shoulder. He sounded grumpy now, you turned to face him.

🃏 - “I didn’t want to wake you,” was technically the truth but you didn’t want to embellish anything. You shouldn’t, rather. “I haven’t been sleeping well,” you sighed. He leaned back, “pft- you aren’t sleeping well in my realm of Deceit, the most comfortable place on earthbread?” He teased, now floating again his arm over your shoulder. He was trying to be lighthearted but you staring down at your tea was answer enough. “Is it that? My dearest, i’ll change it, i will remold it to your liking!” You snap towards him, “what? No im not upset about the scenery,” you say quickly swallowing hot tea. The fact he was so quickly at the ready to change his own dimension for you shocked you. “But you’re upset?” He questioned your wording, crossing his arms, floating over you upside down.

🃏 - You took another sip and looked away, “just.. still getting over it all… i guess.” Your voice was meek, you weren’t sure what you were afraid of. Not him, just something unseen between the two of you. Some invisible force lingering between where you stood and he was lingering above. He was upside down but now becoming upright. A beat of silence passed but it felt like all the days you spent alone, you spoke again. “I don’t know how to trust you anymore.” You say plainly. “What?” He responds, you sigh. “What i mean is.. you know i used to blindly listen to you, i cant do that now it’s hard to get used to. Im still recovering.” You speak, eyes averted into your drink. You take another sip, looking down once the mug lowers.

🃏 - “What? Do you really think i’d pull another trick like that?” He chuckles, you stared daggers at him. It wasn’t outlandish to think that the beast of deceit who had tricked you once would do it again. Though that came with the acknowledgment of his behaviour then and now. He didn’t give in though, instead, surprisingly, he came up to you. “Oh, don’t look at me like thaaat, I wouldn’t, not to you at least.” His last remark quieter than the rest. He floated right beside you, one hand resting on your lower back, the other on your upper chest. “My spotlight,~” he coos. “Im being serious,” you say but you did like how he spoke. “So am i!” He said faking an aghast look, his hand on his chest. It was funnier without his makeup on admittedly. You knew he was physically incapable of being serious, unless it was dire he’d never drop the act. “Ehhhh i see you trying not to smile!” He grinned and hugged you tighter, his lips trailed up your shoulder to your cheek. You had to admit your lips did twitch upward. “Im trying to have an important conversation with you,” you caved. Your hand now petting the back of his head with a tired smile.

🃏 - “One we can have when the suns up, which is pretty soon if you didn’t know,” he quipped. You groaned, “is it really?” You cringed and closed your eyes, you hear him hum a confirmation. You were suddenly knocked off your feet, you let out a small yelp and widen your eyes to find yourself being held bridal style. “Which is why we have to get you to sleep, you have to be in tip top shape for,” he sighs then deadpans with an annoyed look “him.”

🃏 - You snicker, albeit only half the effort put in, “alright, i get it.” You replied now relaxing into his hold on you as he ducks into a newly formed portal, your cup phasing out of your hands. The portal opens in the bedroom, your nearly abandoned uniform hanging on the door nearby and the sheets completely messed up likely from him scrambling to find you. He drops you abruptly on the bed then floats over, the blankets magically flying back into place and tucking under the mattress keeping you in place. He gracefully slides beneath the sheets right next to you, he doesn’t invite or ask for you to cuddle. He pulls you until you’re chest to chest, dotting your cheeks with more kisses, exaggerated smooching noises with each one. Of course you could only close your eyes and accept the affection somewhat sleepily. You weren’t exactly thrilled at the idea that you had work and an uncomfortable conversation tomorrow but for now you were just ready to sleep. A spell of tiredness washing over you, you swear its actual magic.

[curiouslymyown]

Everybody called James crazy for going after Regulus but what they didn’t know is the two had been dating for months by that point

[hazardrookie]

re6 serennedy AGAIN! \>_</

[stuck-in-jelly]

Im gonna cry what do you mean Claudia was gonna have a little mini Terry charm on her bag

WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'lil wood bf' PLEASE

[artuurle]

Okay so about those headcanons-

I believe ascending to god-hood in Great God Grove is heavily Tied to a persons mental health, whole post is under read-more for the sake of everyone, poorly written ramblings by someone that struggles to write out thoughts below with some doodles (obviously spoilers too!) :

Aka dumb idiots who girl-rot (/silly) and don't handle their internal issues end up ascended in the realms hours to DAYS after the event instead of immediately after like in the case of King. In my headcanon this is because a gods new form is tied to who they are, and if you hate yourself, don't know who you are, or think you're nothing, it'll effect how you turn out, fighting with other aspects of how you see yourself for dominance. The harder the struggle to create a form, the more of a recoup period for said god to actually start being able to do things- think about it like recovering from exertion or from being sick.

This of course can lead to some problems for the said gods with more problems than others, like Inspekta:

He fears being nobody, dying, leaving nothing behind, and being forgotten- and when he ascended he quite literally lost his whole torso and his tail popped off! hands possibly representin' the others that propped him up! Finally waking up after ascending I'd take it he took his form rather poorly and actually needed extra time to recover *emotionally* before anything on top of the time needed to pop into full existence as a god. I believe when the other gods saw his entrance into the realm, it was quite literally him dropping in from a long ways up with a thud for the jacket and his head bouncing away (really silly, like a ball). while being able to put it together for the other gods he ended up really struggling about what he'd become in private.

Another god i believe may have had issues with ascending is not surprisingly, Click Clack. A god i feel in his human life spent making himself palatable and burying editing out how he felt about things and being unnoticed. Also wouldn't be surprising some of the burying editing came in during the time between him and Thespius ascended, his lover was above them now, after all! I actually drew how i envisioned his entrance to the god realm, because i'm biased.

like a sudden ink spill appeared after a while and he crawled out, exhausted.

anyway i've rambled incoherently enough hope u enjoyed my nonsense and the doodles [explodes]

[boarloved-art]

ghost girl wip.....ghost girl wip....ghost girl wip......