#ughhh this is adorable

[hoult-nicholas]

JOE KEERY as STEVE HARRINGTON STRANGER THINGS | 1.03 Holly Jolly

[lazy-ahh]

THE SOUND OF YOUR LAUGHTER

pairing phainon x gender neutral reader

sometimes, love feels like déjà vu. phainon isn’t one to believe in past lives—until he meets you. from the first moment you laugh at his jokes, something clicks into place, like a half-remembered melody. battlefields become stages, market strolls turn into something sweeter, and suddenly, he’s rewriting all his old rules.

phainon had always been one for theatrics—flourishes in battle like a performer on stage, dramatic declarations that sounded more like poetry than strategy, jokes delivered with a smile just a little too pleased with itself.

he was a man who sometimes spoke in metaphors, who turned even the simplest observations into something lyrical, much to mydei’s exasperation. most people either rolled their eyes, sighed in exasperation or awe, or just ignored him entirely. mydei certainly did, his patience for phainon’s antics as thin as the edge of a titankin's blade.

but then there was you.

it happened during the chaos of nikador’s attack, the city trembling under the weight of the titankin’s assault. phainon, ever the showman even in the face of danger, spun his weapon in a wide arc before slamming it into the ground, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the earth.

"and here we have the mighty mydeimos," he announced, voice dripping with exaggerated grandeur, as if narrating some ancient gladiatorial match, "facing down the beast with all the enthusiasm of a man reading tax reports!"

mydei didn’t even dignify him with a glare, too focused on the fight—but then, cutting through the clamor of battle, came the sound of laughter. your laughter. bright, unrestrained, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

phainon turned, just in time to see you wiping a grin from your face before shooting back, "ah, careful, sir phainon! i'm afraid if you make this spectacle even more interesting than it is, then this arena might become overflowed with guests! though honestly—" you dodged a swipe from a nearby enemy with an easy spin, flashing him a look that was all mischief, "—at this rate, the rest of us might as well be background dancers in your grand performance."

the battlefield clamor faded for a heartbeat as you twirled your weapon with a flick of your wrist, enough to catch his eye. "though..." you punctuated the word with a sharp strike against an enemy, clean and efficient, "...i must admit—best show in town." your voice softened just slightly, the tease giving way to something warmer as you fell into step beside him, shoulders brushing. "wouldn’t trade my front-row seat for anything."

the admission slipped out between breaths, genuine beneath the playful lilt, and for once, phainon’s answering smile wasn’t performative—just soft, just for you.

the sharp clang of dan heng's (temporary) spear striking titankin armor rang out nearby, followed by his trademark sigh—the kind that said 'i'm surrounded by idiots' without a single word.

"they're really putting on a performance, huh?" the trailblazer called over the chaos, their voice dripping with amusement as they parried a blow. "what's next, matching outfits? poetry under the stars?" their teasing lilt carried even through the battle's din, punctuated by the trailblazer's poorly suppressed snicker.

phainon could practically hear the eye-roll in dan heng's voice as he deadpanned, "focus. unless you want to be crushed before you could beat that level you've been so determined to beat in the simulated universe." but the slight upward tilt at the end betrayed his own reluctant amusement—not that he'd ever admit it.

meanwhile, you—completely unbothered by their commentary—just flashed phainon another grin, your blade carving a neat arc through the air as you quipped, "what can i say? some things are worth the audience." your voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as you stepped back-to-back with him, "though between you and me? they're just jealous they can't pull off the dramatic entrance like we can."

your voice was light, teasing, but there was something underneath it—a warmth, an admiration that slipped through despite your playful tone. like you weren’t just humoring him, but genuinely enjoying this, his antics, the way he turned battle into something grander. like you saw the poetry in his movements, the rhythm in his words, and couldn’t help but dance along.

(and if your cheeks flushed just a little after saying it—well, you could always blame the heat of battle.)

something in his chest tightened.

it wasn’t just the sound of your laughter—though stars above, he could listen to it forever, could bottle it up and keep it like the rarest of wines. it was the way you matched him, quip for quip, your words sharp and playful, your eyes alight with mischief. suddenly, he was the one caught off guard, the one laughing, the rhythm of battle momentarily forgotten.

but that wasn’t the end, no.

even after the battle with the false nikador, after the dust had settled and the adrenaline faded into something quieter, you stayed. the market bustled around you—vendors calling out their wares, the scent of spices thick in the air, sunlight filtering through colorful awnings—and yet, phainon found his attention drifting back to you again and again.

you weren’t just cheerful; you carried joy like it was something natural, effortless, like sunlight. when he pointed out a particularly garish trinket with a dry remark, you laughed, not out of politeness, but because you genuinely found it funny.

when he mused aloud about the impracticality of amphoreus’ winding streets, you countered with some absurd observation about how it was clearly designed by someone who loved getting lost.

and something about that—about you—settled in his chest like warmth after a long chill. it was unfamiliar, this careful attention to his own words, this sudden awareness of how they might land.

he’d never second-guessed a joke before, never lingered on the shape of a sentence, wondering if it would make you smile. but now? now he caught himself measuring pauses, weighing words, chasing the sound of your laughter like it was something rare and precious.

(he didn’t know what to call it. he just knew it felt like standing at the edge of something vast—something bright and terrifying and beautiful.)

and phainon couldn’t shake this strange, lingering feeling—like the echo of a dream half-remembered upon waking. it wasn’t just familiarity; it was something quieter, something older.

as if in some other life, beneath some other sky, your laughter had been a constant thing. as if your paths had crossed countless times before, written in the spaces between stars, only to converge again here, now, in the golden haze of amphoreus’ sunlight.

the thought settled in his chest like a secret. how strange, to look at you and feel the weight of centuries. how wonderful, to meet you anew in this lifetime anyway.

and as the days unfolded—as he watched you grin at street vendors, as he caught the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed, as he memorized the rhythm of your footsteps beside his—phainon found himself whispering silent prayers to titans.

not for victory, not for glory, but for this: that whatever comes next, whatever lives may wait beyond this one, the universe might be kind enough to let him find you again.

phainon thinks—no, knows—that if there was one thing carved into the very core of his being, one thing that would survive the collapse of stars and the turning of ages, it would be the sound of your laughter.

not just the sound, but the way it unfolds: how it starts as a quiet huff against your lips before spilling over, bright and unguarded, like sunlight breaking through stormclouds. the way your nose scrunches just slightly, the way your shoulders shake when it really takes hold of you, the way you sometimes press a hand to your chest as if trying to contain the joy of it.

he’s a man built on dramatics, on grand gestures and louder words, but this—this undoes him completely. every time he coaxes that laughter from you, it feels like stepping into the holiest of temples.

like catching starlight in his palms. like if he could just live in these moments forever, curled around the warmth of your joy, he would ascend to something greater than any godhood.

(and maybe, in another life, he did. maybe he knelt at altars built for quieter things, prayed to the curve of your smile instead of any titan. maybe he’ll do it again, in every life that follows.

the thought doesn’t scare him. it feels like coming home.)

a quiet little offering for you today—this one’s shorter than my usual works (holy, 1.3k words??), but sometimes soft moments don’t need many words. just phainon, hopelessly enamored with the sound of your laughter, spinning poetry in his head like a man who’s never known devotion until now. there’s something longer simmering in the drafts, but this piece felt ready to slip into your hands first. and if you have any phainon cravings of your own? consider this an open invitation. my ask box is always listening (PLEASE I AM BEGGING THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH MY TINY BRAIN CAN THINK OF). mark grayson’s 28 pending requests might side-eye me for this, but—well. the heart wants what it wants, and mine is currently orbiting amphoreus's puppy of aedes elysiae like a lovesick fool. (truly, what’s a writer to do?)

[macdenkeepsmealive]

Dennis Reynolds - The Gang Gets Extreme: Home Makeover Edition

[kunikiiida-kuuun]

I noticed that both Kunikida and Dazai have a gift bag and their attack animation is throwing presents

[ancient-qveen]

Ihsahn's ✨pretty✨ hands and nails

-gifs made by me (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

bonus gifs also made by me. all from this 1994 documentary, which i had seen before but in shit quality until today :D

^my honest reaction to being asked if im obsessed 💀

[den-ai-d]

Linus done!

Truly, I was cooking with the werewolf idea. Now if only there was someone who would do us all a favor and make a werewolf scenario mod for him...

Two down, three more to go before I release the next update for my mod! Early access available on the ✨ PATREON ✨

[st-pop]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING OF THE PIRATES♥️♥️♥️‼️

[evelyn-and-art]

hawakan ang puso at maniwala na ikaw lang ang s'yang inibig. ikaw lang ang iibigin, sinta...

~ Ikaw Lang by Nobita

(originally a valentines' wbk ships [2] special from me but with OPM, the other pairing is umetsuba which is also up for viewing if you're interested ^^)

[0deathpainting0]

for me?

sukuna // choso // mahito

anon request that i smashed with my previous piece

summary: you order them a plushie and don’t think they could be any cuter when opening it

warnings: swearing, so much fkn fluff, some suggestiveness

a/n: on a big fluff kick rn and im not mad at it!!

w/c: 1.4k short and sweet

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sukuna:

w/c: 612 haven’t wrote for him in a min and i missed dude so we’re gonna get some more of him soon

You’re buzzing with excitement because your package is finally out for delivery. You’ve had it custom made just for Sukuna and you’re hoping it gets here before he gets home. You watch tv and play on your phone trying to distract yourself into not thinking about when the delivery will arrive. There’s a ding from your phone and you smile that the package arrived and it’s followed by another ding.

kuna: omw home

You squeal and rush to the front door to retrieve your package. You want to open it so badly but you can wait for a couple more minutes. When you hear his keys in the door you pull it open and jump into his arms. He grabs onto you with a grunt as you start to pepper his face and neck with small kisses. He carries you through the doorway and kicks the door shut.

“Alright, alright,” he pulls you back and sets you on the ground. “Was just gone a couple hours.” you grab his hand and yank him over to the couch.

“Got you a surpriseee.” you coo putting the box in his hand.

“What is it?” he looks up at you.

“Open it and find out.” you nod quickly.

He mumbles under his breath but you wave him off and plop down on the couch next to him. You watch as he tears the tape and begins to open the box. You're scooting closer and nibbling on your lip hoping to get a glance at it. He pulls out a bag and you both groan. He pulls open the bag and you gasp when he pulls it out.

“Oh it’s perfect!!” you look at it as he holds the plush in his hands. “What do you think, Kuna?” he slides his eyes over to you.

“What’s this?” he looks down at his hands and then over to you.

“It’s a plushie,” you lean into his side.

“Yeah but why’s it got all my tattoos and shit?” he flips it over and you bite your lip.

“Cause it’s cute.” you coo grabbing the plushie. “Ohhh look at you both,” you hold it up next to his face.

“ ‘m not cute.” he glares.

“But you areee,” he watches you kneel on the couch before you press your lips against his cheek.

“Alright,” he groans as you bring the plushie to his other cheek and press it against him.

“Mmm kisses for Kuuuna.” you continue to shower him with kisses.

“Come here.” he pulls you into his lap, thankful it gets the plushie off of his face.

“Do you like it?” you softly pout and push the plushie between you both. “They even got your little scowl.” you coo at the plushie and look up to be greeted by said scowl.

“I don’t scowl.” he watches your smile widen.

“No?” you tilt your head. “Then what’s this?” you press your fingers to his snarl and furrowed brow. “Like a pouty baby with his plushieee.”

“You done?” he blinks at you.

You shake your head and start to pepper his face with kisses. He groans and digs his fingers into your sides and you let out a small squeak. You kiss up his forehead and kiss away his scrunched brows. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you hold him closer to you. He chuckles and takes the opportunity to press his face against your covered tits and you gasp.

“Kuna,” your tone scolding. “Not in front of the plushie.” he barks out a laugh.

“Fine.” he grabs the plushie and throws it across the room. “Better?” he grins, lifting your shirt and attaching his face back to your chest.

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choso:

w/c: 426 was genuinely cheesing while writing this 😔

“D’you order something?” Choso walks through the front door with a small box in his hand.

“It’s here!!” you jump off the couch and pull him over to you. “How was hanging with Yuji?” he watches you practically bounce in front of him.

“Was good. I missed you.” he dips down and presses his lips to yours. “What’d you order?”

“It’s for you.” you nod. “Come open it.” you pull him to the couch and watch as he stares at the box.

“Well I didn’t get you anything.” he furrows his brows.

“S’okay.” you nod. “I just really wanted to get this for you.” you offer him a soft smile.

He looks at you with flushed cheeks and then down to the box. He starts to delicately peel back the tape making you bounce your leg in anticipation. He pulls out a bag and opens it with even more care before he pulls out the plushie you ordered. You could melt into the couch when he shows it to you with raised brows.

“Looks just like you.” you coo. “The little buns,” you pinch its ears.

“And my face tattoo.” his finger brushes against it. “You ordered this for me?” he pouts.

“Course I did. Ugh look how cute you both look.” you stand and he looks up at you from the couch with the plush in his hand. “I could die Choso.”

“Don’t do that.” his pout deepens.

“I won’t cause then I won't get to see your blushh.” his cheeks redden even more.

“Stop,” he brings the plushie to cover his face.

“Cho I can’t,” you whine. “You’re so cute.” he peeks at you over the plushie. “You’re killin me,” you fall back onto the couch dramatically.

“Don’t leave us.” you crack an eye open and see him hovering over you with the plushie.

“I could never.” you pull him down to you and press your lips against his softly. “Let’s go find a place to put him.” you hum and lift yourself off the couch.

“In bed with us right?” he tilts his head and keeps the plushie held firmly against him. “He can cuddle with yours?” he grabs your hand and you melt.

“And I’ll cuddle with you.” you nod leading him to the bed. He lays down with his plushie curled against him and holds yours out to you. You lay opposite of him and scoot closer so both of your plushies are touching. You lean across and place a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re so cute.”

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mahito:

w/c: 428 AHHHHH n e ways dropping some super soft mahito in a lil bit 🫶🏻

“I didn’t order this.” you hear Mahito mumble in the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen and see a box open and him looking inside. “Did you?” he raises his brow and pulls the plushie out of the box.

“I did.” you walk closer. “Ohhh look how perfect.” you preen. “They even got your eyes right.” you look up at him with a smile. “And all your little stitches.” you brush your hand across its face.

“This is supposed to be me?” he tilts his head and looks down at the plushie once more.

“Yeah, ‘s just as cute as you.” you wrap your arms around him and he shakes his head.

“Cute as me.” he scoffs. “Why’d you buy this? What d’you want? Hm?” he pulls back and squeezes your cheeks.

“Can’t I just give you cute gifts, Hito?” you pout. “Come down here I wanna kiss your face.” you grab onto his arms and his grin widens. “Please.” you push your bottom lip out.

You go to push him back and he looks down at you amused. He wants to see what you’ll do so he allows your hands to back him up against the counter. His eyes widen when you box him in and reach up to kiss him. You groan when he tilts his head up and resort to pressing soft kisses against his neck. He shutters when you follow the line of stitches across his throat with soft touches from your lips.

“Wanna kiss your face.” you mumble against his skin.

He backs you up to the other counter once more and lifts you up so you’re sitting on the edge. You hum and pull him back against you and cup his cheeks. You press small kisses to the stitches on his face and continue up to his forehead. You pull back and look at him and smile when you see his flush.

“Look at your blush.” you whine, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks.

“ ‘m not blushing.” he flares his nostrils.

“You areee.” you kiss each of his cheeks. “I might have to order another with pink cheeks.” you chew your lip as his eyes darken.

“ ‘m about to make your other cheeks pink.” he scoops you off the counter and starts down the hall to your room.

“Wait, don't forget the plushie.” you reach out for it. “He’s gotta come to our room.” Mahito sighs but turns around nonetheless. “My baby Hito.” you grab onto the plushie before a gasp falls from your lips at the loud smack against your ass.

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masterlist

thx for always indulging me in making these men soft ugh ily

[mrsoharaa]

Barou Shoei is definitely the type of arrogant shit head that is rough and crude around others but is completely soft and tender around you, his beautiful partner. 😭❤️

[v4mpyinred]

!! P3 SPOILERS !!

I don't think I've seen anyone talk about this line from right after Mitsuru's father dies, and it keeps me up at night

Like this is so incredibly sweet! He just picked her up??? I always imagine Akihiko carrying Mitsuru back to the dorm and comforting her that night 😭💜 He cares so much for her and is so heartbroken when she's grieving.

Sigh... I could write an essay on how Akihiko, who's gone through so much, is ALWAYS the first one to speak up / be there for someone after a death (Ken when he was grieving shinji, junpei & chidori, all the strega deaths etc) but I'll save that for another day

[wildsaltair]

if anyone says Russell Crowe is not as good looking as he used to be, please direct them to this picture

[natasha-in-space]

So I'm replaying Ray's After ending rn, and it got me thinking that what I adore so much about Rika as an antagonist is just how damn scary she can be. I always found those who cause harm with good intentions (at least in their point of view) much scarier than those who hurt you with pure intention on hurting you. I think the best example of it is this CG in particular:

Look at that. Such a loving, gentle expression on her face. Probably kissing his forehead. Because she loves him. Heck, without any context, this CG looks even sweet, if you think about it. And yet, all that is while Saeyoung is forcefully sedated on a powerful concoction of drugs even a trained agent like him can't do anything about (and Saeyoung WAS definitely trained to deal with this sort of thing, hence it's mentioned that this is a 'special' kind of drugs). He looks miserable. Bags under his eyes, his expression pained and troubled, even his hair is paler than usual. All that as a direct result of her actions. But she's utterly blind to it. What's scarier, is that she knowingly shuts off her understanding of what's really happening. She's not oblivious to it at all. She just chooses not to see it that way. Simply because she doesn't want to.

Rika is the type of antagonist that will cup your cheek into her warm hand with the most loving of smiles on her face, all while you are getting elixir poured down your throat. Even whispering to you that you're doing great, that the pain will soon pass, and that she can't wait to see you reach the happiness she knows you deserve. I won't be surprised if she even cried genuine tears of compassion during some ceremonies for her believers. All while being the sole reason behind their suffering.

And that's... God, that's terrifying to me. I love that about her.

Rika Kim, they could never make me hate you

[misslovasstuff]

HIM BLUSHING HIM BLUSHING HIM BLUSH-

[ketilinisnothere]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62282623/chapters/160950025#workskin

🗣🗣⚠️CHAPTER 4⚠️🗣🗣

[The fanfic belongs to @sauce-salad-bowl ]

This one i made two!!!

Okay so, first, poor froggit he has me worried :C what did they do to the adorable innocent little guy?!??😭😭💔💔 let him gooo :((

And he made us a warm cup of coffee or chocolate i don't remember lol

And the note?? uuugghh SO CUUTE!!!!

WE OFFICIALLY MEET ANGELA!!!!!! YYEEESSSSS!!!!

She's so sweet, she's so cute 🥺 i want to hold her and take care of her like a little sister i never had <3333

[balkanlila]

everyone talks themselves into a life that suits them best