#prompt: warmth

[cottoncandysuckerpunch]

@moronnation

cori's gallery pt. 2

"you leave them drunk at the house party for one second and you come back to this....smh"

"morgan i dont know where you and your boyfriend live....im calling ur ex for help if you dont get up"

"..."

*ringing ani karadeniz...*

"come on....pick up pick up....please tell me you know where morgan lives..."

[polyamships]

[ID: “Polyam Shipping Day / 14th of every month”. Next to the text is a red infinity sign that finishes in a heart on top. Above the text are rows of stylized hearts in the colors of both versions of the polyam pride flag (black, red, bright blue, light green, dark green, light blue, navy). /end ID]

August 14th 2024 is our 41st Polyam Shipping Day.

The optional theme for it is: 🥰 Warmth 🔥

This can be about cuddling for warmth in a survival situation or, on the other hand, the warm months of summer and how your characters deal with that. Perhaps you feel inspired to draw your characters in warm clothes or in a warmer climate than they're used to. Maybe it's about a warm person or a gesture that one of your characters encounters. It can also be about warmth as affection, enthusiasm or kindness.

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We’ll be tracking #PolyamShippingDay, and keeping an eye out for any @polyamships mentions too. We will reblog any polyam-positive fanworks featuring polyamorous ships of any configuration/type from any fandom. All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

You can also submit works directly to the blog or send us asks to let us know to check your blog for a post. If you’re posting on AO3, our collection name is ‘PolyamShippingDay‘ and you can post to the collection here. Only fanworks submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official AO3 collection, or fanworks posted to our Dreamwidth community, are guaranteed to be included in our roundup. Please also let us know what prompt you created for, if any - people are always welcome to create for past prompts instead.

We have a Discord - invite here - if you want a place to chat about your ships or what you’re creating for them.

We look forward to seeing what people create for it. If you’re enthused about the day, we’d be especially appreciative of any reblogs to help spread the word about the event.

[roses-and-revolutions]

DC x DP Idea

After several years, Danny and Damian meet each other again at a gala. But there was no heartfelt reunion since the moment they led eyes on each other it was all-out war. Damian takes out a sword from somewhere and Danny just starts throwing hands.

The fighting is intense, and blood is being spilled (what are those glowing green specks?). They are screaming at each other in Arabic as it's easier to slip back to your mother tongue when in rage right? This makes the fight more personal.

Most people don't understand what they're saying but those who do look at the boys then Bruce. Bruce then back to the boys again. Like B, we know you're stupid but you fucked this person twice.... did you NOT see the red flags the SECOND TIME!?!?

The fight ends with Damian on the ground with the sword grazing his neck. He looks up to Danyal with the fear of god in his eyes, knowing that with one swift movement, he'll be dead on the dance floor. But Danny's eyes were cold and tired, they were dead. No spark, no sense of life in those chilling blue depths.

Calmly, Danny spoke to Damian. His voice was crystal clear, cool like a mountain stream.

"Just because you jumped into the fire behind me doesn't mean you felt the pain I did.  Your hand was held above the flames while I was being burnt in the fucking fire."

Damian begins to cry because he knows that Danny is right. No matter what he went through, it would never compare to what happened to his big brother. Even more so, when he feels long lanky arms wrap around him, a cool hand rubbing his back soothingly, and whispers of sweet nothingness entering his ears.

He cries because no matter what he does he will never be like his big brother.

[ginpotts]

DOCTOR WHO: THE NINTH DOCTOR ADVENTURES Big Finish Presents ✧ STAR-CROSSED ✧ 2024

[justaz]

when merlin asks arthur for things, the king is usually inclined to give him what he wants but it is not always guaranteed such as when his emotions cloud his judgement. but merlin’s surefire way of getting arthur to give in? he steps into his space, lays a gentle hand on his arm, and says “arthur, please” and he folds like a house of cards.

[waiting-drives-you-crazy]

dean sucks sam's dick the same way he'd eat pussy; lover's legs on his shoulders and with an extra tight grip on their hips.

[vakariaan]

ultimate ships challenge - [1/10] cuddling scenes

[fiona-fififi]

Please may I have "Your hands are warm."?

Picture me asking like this btw

Well, this took me absolutely forever, but here's a silly little something that is basically just exclusively Buckley-Diaz family fluff. I know this probably is not what you had in mind, but this is where it took me. Hopefully, it's something. 💚

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Title: Warmth

Rating: G

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Summary: A tiny little fluffy snapshot of a Buckley-Diaz family camping trip and a chilly night out by the campfire. (Just fyi, the whole camping thing is mostly just vibes, I never actually really incorporated it in any significant way.)

Notes: The prompt "Your hands are warm" is from this list of Dialogue and “Scenario” Prompts.

Buckley-Diaz family, established relationship, fluff, ficlet, prompt fill

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Read on Ao3

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“Mmm, stay?” Eddie requests, snuggling down into the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and nuzzling into Buck's touch. “Your hands are warm.”

Buck chuckles at that, shifting his hands from Eddie's neck to cup his jaw and tilt his chin back gently, leaning over until they're practically nose to nose. “Don't you think maybe it's time to head inside? You're freezing.”

“Can't,” Eddie teases, grinning up at him with that silly smile Buck adores, “Chris isn't ready to head in yet.”

“Do not drag me into this,” Christopher argues from his spot by the fire. When Buck glances up at him, he is very obviously avoiding even a glance in their direction, and Buck can't help but snort a laugh.

“Your excuse just sold you out,” Buck teases, fingers still against Eddie's jaw. Eddie grins, big and goofy, and Buck can't help but tilt his chin back a little further until he can press a kiss to that pretty mouth.

“Mmm,” Eddie murmurs through a grin as they part, lips so close they brush Buck's as he speaks, “your lips are warm, too.” Buck huffs a laugh against Eddie's mouth at that as Eddie's grin grows and Buck tries to turn it back into a kiss, even as they both succumb to ridiculous giggles. 

“Ew.” Christopher's voice breaks their spell, the disgust dripping from his tone written all over his face in the scrunch of his nose and the grimace of his mouth. “NO.” He commands, as he launches a marshmallow at Eddie's head in response to their sappy display. It nails him directly in the nose, bouncing off both of them before it falls to their feet.

Eddie and Buck both only manage to dissolve into further giggles in response, Buck's shoulders shaking enough that he has to bury his face in the crook of Eddie's neck to keep himself upright. 

Christopher groans in annoyance and rolls his eyes. “Next time, I'm staying home,” he threatens, with a shake of his head, before he busies himself loading another marshmallow onto the roasting stick in his hand.

Buck barks a laugh at that, forever charmed by Christopher's teasing. “Oh, please, you're having a ball,” he counters, all smiles and red cheeks from some combination of the chill in the air and the warmth in his chest.

“I was until you started making out in front of my marshmallows,” Christopher shoots back, face serious as stone.

Buck full-body cackles in response, throwing his head back and straightening up in the process, and Christopher's face breaks into a grin at that.

Eddie grumbles, Buck's warmth suddenly too far away, and tugs at his arms to bring him closer again. Buck grins, a big, happy smile that stretches wide as he lets Eddie guide him back until he's draped over Eddie's shoulders, and Eddie's wrapping Buck's arms up under the blanket he's still cozied up under. Buck gives him a squeeze, and Eddie lets a hand grip tight to Buck's forearm, leaning back into him with a pleasant shiver. Buck presses a surreptitious little kiss to Eddie's temple, soft smile still dancing on his mouth. 

“Okay, kid,” Buck announces after a few pleasant moments of quiet snuggling, keeping himself draped around Eddie, “finish that one up, and then it's time to head inside. Don't want your dad to freeze.”

Christopher gives him a side eye, but he's very clearly trying to hide a grin, and Buck can't help the way his heart swells at just how well they all fit. He's not sure he'll ever get over just how much happiness their little family brings him.

Eddie, always the mind reader, squeezes his arm again to draw his attention, and when Buck shifts to meet his gaze, Eddie is giving him that soft smile Buck loves so much. “I love you,” Eddie mouths, barely any sound to avoid a scolding from Christopher, and Buck's own smile turns soft again for Eddie as he leans in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Love you, too,” Buck promises, whisper quiet, nuzzling back into Eddie's warmth as they watch Christopher continue to pretend to ignore them.

Buck's not sure he's ever been happier. 

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[wanderingmaskdragons]

dragon doodles: warmth 🧡

❤️ more on my ko-fi ❤️

[tohruies]

hi hi mrs yao !!!! christmas is coming up, are you going to celebrate anythinf with xiangli ? :33 btw, since miss coco doesnt have a tree, here's a little something to say thank you for being one of my lovely moots 🥺

oh! 😁 hi hello mr puppetgear! 😁 christmas celebrations with xiangli you ask! 😁 well actually! 😁 you see, i was th— *dies upon seeing the image you’ve attached to this ask* 😳😲🤯😱😱😱😵💀🪦

[aquiescentmoon]

You look like a person who would mutter, 'I am afraid that I am greedy for warmth'

[hoppipolla]

You don't have to force yourself to smile in front of me. Every time you joke, you're the one getting hurt.

KIMI TO NARA KOI WO SHITE MITE MO dir. Matsumoto Hana (2023)

[annalrk-art]

for the @bokumonoexchange winter warm-up; day 1 prompt snow/warmth with pony on the first snowy day of the year

[3am-tarot]

day two of the #TarotTropes spreads series: forced proximity . don't you just hate when you're stuck in an elevator / hotel room / snowed-in cabin / broken-down car / adventuring party / insert-situation-here and just can't get away from that person who's driving you crazy? yeah, me too. . use this tarot spread to pull cards for your OCs, inspire flash fiction or artwork, or whatever else your heart desires! and if you'd like me to share, feel free to use the tag #TarotTropes and tag me!

[writingdevil]

Farm [Hermittober24 Day Twelve]

( Prompt list created by @collierose1 )

When Tango builds and creates things,his passion burns into fuel for him to keep going,his mind zeroed in on bringing his ideas to life,to take a step back and simply marvel at the fruit of his labour.

His head can fall into a twisting inferno of insanity and chaos,but Tango welcomes these feelings, because it was those feelings that helped to push him to keep going.

But now though?As he's building Decked Out Two?The only feeling driving him is fear.A fear of sleep.

Because when he dreams,he's being forced to feel a passion that genuinely scares him.

The dream is always the same.He's always standing in the middle of this farm,his hair and clothes back to his signature red,yellow and orange.

He doesn't recognise this farm,but a sense of familiarity and comfort washes over him whenever he sees it.Like hours and hours of love and hard work had been put in to make it what it was.

He can hear cows and chickens,and all it takes is a quick sweep of the area to tell that this place was someone's home.Tango's home.

But that's ridiculous,right?Tango doesn't even recognise this place-how can he feel a pull towards it,to want to step inside and never leave,that everything would be perfect in this little farm?

Why does he feel that way?

He tries to move around in this dream,but he's always scared of what he's going to find,but thankfully,he never gets the chance to,as something more strange happens.

The door of the house opens,and Tango is met with a bundle of sunshine.Literally.

A figure steps out,and immediately makes their way to Tango.He's never had a dream where the figure doesn't go to Tango first.

The figure is tall,taller than Tango,and silent,as they approach,movements slow but not threatening, although that's only because Tango never feels in danger around this mysterious figure,only safe.

The figure gets closer until they're standing right in front of him,and he realises that the figure isn't made of sunshine,but made of feathers.Golden feathers.

The feathers shine so bright and Tango's hand always itched to reach out and run his fingers through the feathers,but he stops himself,for fear of burning the beautiful feathers with his touch. Then a voice in his head will remind him,'You wouldn't burn them.You know this.'

Then Tango is left to sit in the horror that his mind is keeping secrets from him.

This dream scares Tango.It fills him with a warmth that is too peaceful, too comforting,too nice,and Tango doesn't know how to deal with a warmth that he's never felt before.

But he has,because despite his best efforts,his face always smiles at this figure,and his heart starts beating faster and he wants it all to stop because he doesn't understand these feelings!

Joy,frustration,fatigue,even mild madness-Tango knows what they feel like,and he knows what situations will make him feel like that,but he can't understand how this little farm can make him feel so alive.

But it's not a farm,is it?No,there's a better name for this place,but Tango is too scared to figure it out.

Sometimes,the dream ends there.Other times, Tango will blink and the scene changes drastically, and then Tango will be consumed with a feeling that he has felt before-rage.

The golden figure is gone,and the farm is burning down.

Tango's voice is screaming and cursing,but it all feels muffled in his own head.The sky is dark,and smoke is circling around Tango as he feels pure, molten fury at the farm being burnt down.

Tango doesn't understand why.It had only been a simple house,made of wood and stone,with not even a big redstone machine within it.Its loss shouldn't of been a big deal to him.

But Tango is beyond furious,flames sparking and flying out of his hair as he screams out in grief for this farm,this home that they had built,and now it was being burnt down for what?What actions justify destroying this house of love?

Tango always wants to run forward in the dream, but he can never tell if it's to save the farm or to attack the culprit.It doesn't matter,because he never gets a chance to.

The second he feels arms wrap around him from behind,it suddenly unlocks all the fire in his core, and he's screaming and shouting and struggling against the hold,unknowingly burning the figure in his rage and grief.

Too much.

Too much confusion and burning that Tango doesn't understand,so much so that it makes him go insane,the fact that he couldn't figure it out.He's just left to burn in this love and the struggles of it, and he just wishes it would just snuff him out already.

But then the figure behind him actually speaks and says his name."Tango!Snap out of it!Tango!"

The voice is full of worry and concern,and won't let Tango go,no matter how much he fought.Tango feels hot tears streaking down his face,hating himself for how scared the person sounded,and how Tango was only contributing to that.

He feels his heart thumping wildly for this person. Why?Why should Tango care about any of this?It was just a stupid farm and an unknown stranger, but he knew it meant so much more,and it angered him that he couldn't figure out why.

Then there are soft kisses being pressed to his temple,and the voice is whispering,"Tango-Tango calm down!Look at me-look at me,Tango."

He wants to.He so badly wants to.He wants to know what this past life was,and who this kind person was,that wasn't afraid of his flames.He wants to know why.

But the fire still burns,and the golden feathers still torment him,and Tango knows he'll never get his answer,that this voice did burn up and die,and now Tango's brain was just taunting him-with this stupid place and its stupid farm,and Tango can't take it anymore.

Go home.

He wants to-but where is his home?He can't find it anymore.Where was his home?Where did they go?

It's over.

No-no,no,no!It can't be over!There was-There was too much love for it to be over!Tango wants to understand!He wants to learn and understand those golden feathers,and then maybe he'll figure out what he loves the most about them!

He called this place a farm,but that wasn't right, was it?They called it something else.What was it?

A r-

A ra-

Then he wakes up.

So now Tango tries to not sleep anymore,because he can't take seeing what could've been,but lost.

Maybe he should talk to Ren about this.He's heard that he's been hearing voices as well.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Blitz coming after a bad day of work (like mission antarctica or murder family, or maybe like a trauma retrigger) and Stolas comforts him

@lifea16

Blitz can't fucking take it. First he ended up on the fucking floor getting out of bed, then he burnt breakfast, then his coffee was stale. Moxxie kept getting on his nerves. He missed his target cause he was groggy, and then Millie made a poorly timed joke that made him blow up at her for no reason, making him feel like the asshole. It's like today decided to fuck just him up the ass as a special occasion. Especially since it's the fucking full moon tonight.

He climbs over the Palace balcony, it giving him more fatigue in his arms than usual and flops onto the ground, just staying there a moment. Stolas notices him from inside and opens the bedroom doors, walking over.

"Darling...are you..alright?" he asks hesitantly. Blitz just groans into the ground. "Would you like to talk about it instead of our usual romp?" he asks again. Blitz just sighs, "MMMggrrrnnnmmmm mmmm" he groans again.

Stolas pretends to understand, "Yes, I see. Well, I have some snacks of cheese sticks and hot sauce inside for some lucky imp but I suppose it won't be you hmm? Now I don't have to share".

Blitz whines and gets up to his knees, "Don't be selfish now, you royal prick", he points to Stolas and the owl leans down, smiling and placing a hand talon on his cheek.

"There you are", he says softly, making Blitz blush and scramble to standing.

"You aren't taking my cheese!" he says, hissing. Stolas laughs, "I didn't intend to".

Blitz cocks his head in confusion when Stolas suddenly scoops him up in his arms and walks him into the bedroom, setting him down on the couch and pushing the tray of cheese and hot sauce on his lap before he can even protest. He looks up at Stolas then back at the snacks and starts to greedily partake, dipping cheese sticks in hot sauce and munching them.

Stolas sits next to him, hands on his lap looking content. Blitz looks back at him and rolls his eyes, taking one of the dipped cheeses, "Open up birdy". Stolas widens his eyes, "What?"

He gestures the cheese to his beak, smiling, "Try some". Stolas opens his mouth and Blitz pushes the stick in his mouth and Stolas does a hooting laughter as he chews, then a "MMM", nodding.

"Yeah? You like?" he asks. Stolas smiles, "I do. It has a unique blend of flavors but they work well".

"Damn right they do!" he smiles as he continues to eat. Stolas grazes a finger down his horn between his back spikes, making him shiver, "Do you want to tell me about the day you had?"

Blitz thinks for a minute, about whether Stolas actually cares. Maybe he just wants to hear him talk. Like he has a voice kink or something.

"Yeah, sure". He goes on and on about his day, finishing his cheese and ending up with his legs across Stolas's lap. Stolas engrossed in every story and laughing at his misfortunes with him.

Then he suddenly realizes it's fucking late! Stolas let him talk all that time?

"But anyway, we should probably get this show on the road huh birdy?" he gives a sly smile but Stolas puts a hand on his chest and kisses his forehead, "No need".

"Uh Bu-" Blitz starts and Stolas kisses him so so softly, lulling him into a sense of security that he tells himself is false.

"Really, no need", Stolas smiles. And Blitz swallows his feelings for the bird again, feeling fucked.