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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ hoodie ] sender pulls their oversized hoodie over receiver’s head and tugs the hood gently into place

[ cheek kiss ] sender leans in to kiss receiver’s cheek mid-laughter, just because they can

[ hand hold ] sender absentmindedly reaches for receiver’s hand while they’re walking, thumb brushing softly

[ forehead rest ] sender leans their forehead gently against receiver’s, eyes closed

[ nap pile ] sender and receiver accidentally fall asleep tangled together on the couch, limbs everywhere

[ spooning ] sender wraps around receiver protectively and mumbles half-asleep affirmations into their shoulder

[ little things ] sender braids a strand of receiver’s hair, ties their shoelaces, or tucks a blanket around them (feel free to specify the action to fit the dynamic)

[ slow sway ] music’s barely playing, but sender still pulls receiver close for a quiet, living-room dance

[ sleepy mumble ] receiver starts dozing off, and sender whispers soft things they won’t remember in the morning

[ clingy ] sender wraps their arms around receiver from behind and refuses to let go

[ kiss sandwich ] sender kisses receiver’s cheeks one after the other

[ chest pillow ] sender lays with their head on receiver’s chest, content just listening to their heartbeat

[ under blanket ] sender pulls the blanket higher and tucks receiver closer with a sleepy smile

[ you first ] sender insists receiver picks the movie or gets the last bite of dessert (feel free to specify to fit the dynamic)

[ phone photo ] sender snaps a candid photo of receiver mid-laughter and saves it like it’s a treasure

[ temple kiss ] sender presses a soft kiss to receiver’s temple as they pass by, as natural as breathing

[ hands in hair ] receiver plays with sender’s hair while they lay in their lap and hum softly

[ jacket drape ] sender silently puts their coat around receiver’s shoulders without saying a word

[ sleepy cling ] sender wakes up to find receiver curled into them, clinging like they’ll float away

[ morning light ] early sun streams in as sender watches receiver sleep, brushing hair from their face

[ surprise note ] sender tucks a little love note into receiver’s bag or book to find later

[ rain watch ] sender and receiver sit inside, curled up with warm drinks, watching the rain in quiet contentment

[ finger trace ] sender traces little shapes on receiver’s skin absentmindedly as they lay together

[ shared scarf ] sender and receiver share the same scarf and walk pressed together

[ tucked in ] sender gently tucks receiver into bed, kisses their forehead, and whispers goodnight

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ you’re my favorite place to be. ❞

❝ don’t go. just a little longer, okay? ❞

❝ you smile like that and i forget what i was saying. ❞

❝ it’s you. it’s always been you. ❞

❝ i like waking up next to you. ❞

❝ this... this feels like home. ❞

❝ you’re so easy to love, you know that? ❞

❝ you don’t have to do anything. just being here is enough. ❞

❝ stay here. fall asleep with me. ❞

❝ i made you coffee. extra sweet, just how you like it. ❞

❝ i could listen to your laugh forever. ❞

❝ i think i loved you before i even realized it. ❞

❝ i don’t care what we do, as long as it’s with you. ❞

❝ i missed you more than i know how to say. ❞

❝ you’re safe with me. always. ❞

❝ let me take care of you today, yeah? ❞

❝ i just really, really like being yours. ❞

❝ you have the kindest eyes i’ve ever seen. ❞

❝ being around you makes everything feel softer. ❞

❝ i’m not letting go first this time. ❞

❝ you make everything feel less heavy. ❞

❝ come here. let me hold you for a while. ❞

❝ i’d rather do nothing with you than something with anyone else. ❞

❝ you don’t have to be perfect for me to love you. ❞

❝ even on your worst days, you’re still my favorite person. ❞

❝ i didn’t know how much i needed this until you. ❞

❝ promise me you’ll always stay this close. ❞

❝ i feel like i can breathe when i’m with you. ❞

❝ you’re the calm in every storm. ❞

❝ there’s no one else i’d rather build a life with. ❞

❝ every day with you is my favorite. ❞

❝ you mean more to me than words could ever explain. ❞

❝ i’ll choose you in every lifetime. ❞

❝ you’re my soft place to land. ❞

❝ your laugh makes everything feel right again. ❞

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🌟⚜️🌟Stars Clouds🌟⚜️🌟

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They will leave, and I will stay. All alone.

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　𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕  𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕   𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆  𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕  𝒊𝒔  𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔  𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, and even he struggles with stringing them together. a small crack in that joyful tone they'd call a façade — a cleverly placed distraction from questions that he didn't want to answer, nothing truly gets under past katherine's nose ( ... ) it's what binds the unspoken to the preacher. she speaks for him. ❛ kathy, ❜ nightlight begins, tone thrumming with the softness of stars. he'd begun fiddling with their fingers, twirling them about, tracing the simulated ligaments woven beneath sapphire flesh. ❛ i ( ... ) do not know. i love being present, because you are here, but — something calls to me, they call my name, up there, ❜ his tone had turned forlorn, punctuated by an untouchable sadness.

the circlet of stars seemed to shimmer ﹠ blink, a strange familiarity to be beneath their gaze. it doesn't soften the ache that's growing within his inorganic nature, a misplaced pain — one that cannot be seen, but hurts twice as much. their lips tremble under the unknown depths of themselves, how deep is he willing to tread before he's engulfed by everything he's never known ? a hitched breath, something not quite a sob, yet, so close to pouring. nightlight allows themselves to collapse into quiet song, sonorous armor echoes of their woes ( ... ) he sings, sings, and sings his heart to the skies ﹠ stars that may miss him.

❛ i think i'm faulty, ❜ they whisper, as if damning enough — as if uttering it outloud could take them away from her. they're mourning over what can't be remembered, an inkless pen that continues to scratch on blank paper. ❛ a nightlight isn't supposed to do this. ❜

　homesick. that's what this foreign ache in their chest is best described as, how does something unknown hurt so much﹖ they have yet to understand. their light flickers for moments, reflection of their innermost turmoils. ❛ lot of thinkings ( ... ) the moon seems so far away tonight, ❜ it's almost solemn, swaying legs that dangled from their seat had stopped﹔ in a stand—still.

the link of their hands tighten, holding onto a silent hope that the lulling of their heart wouldn't pull them away from katherine. a small sigh, turning﹔ he offers a genteel smile, the one that brings the apple of cheeks high ﹠ blueish. ❛ i shall not let my mind wander again, i'll catch your words﹗ it can be our little secret﹗ ❜ that child—like mischief that glosses past can't be mistaken.

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

​​​​​​actions.

[ CUDDLE ]: sender wraps their arms around receiver on the couch and refuses to let go.

[ OVERSIZED ]: sender is wearing receiver's oversized hoodie or shirt with nothing underneath.

[ MOVIE ]: sender and receiver watch a movie, tangled up in blankets.

[ LAP ]: sender lays their head in receiver’s lap while scrolling on their phone.

[ SNOOZE ]: sender drifts off mid-conversation with their face buried in receiver’s neck.

[ COFFEE ]: sender brings receiver their favorite drink while still in pajamas.

[ STAY ]: sender pulls receiver back into bed when they try to get up.

[ TANGLE ]: sender’s legs are tangled with receiver’s under a cozy blanket.

[ KISSY ]: sender peppers sleepy kisses across receiver’s cheeks and neck.

[ SHOWER ]: sender pulls receiver into a lazy, steamy shower just to hold them.

[ HAIR ]: sender plays with receiver’s hair absentmindedly.

[ LAPTOP ]: sender works on something while laying on top of receiver.

[ NAP ]: sender and receiver nap together, completely wrapped around each other.

[ BUMPS ]: sender bumps their nose against receiver's while giggling under the covers.

[ COOKING ]: sender tries to make breakfast but gets distracted by receiver’s kisses.

[ SOCKS ]: sender steals receiver’s socks just to keep their toes warm.

[ BRUSH ]: sender gently brushes receiver’s messy morning hair with their fingers.

[ WRAP ]: sender wraps themselves in a blanket and waddles over to cuddle receiver.

[ DANCE ]: sender pulls receiver into a slow, silly dance in the kitchen.

[ FLUFF ]: sender brings over a pillow and throws it at receiver to start a pillow war.

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

❝ five more minutes. ❞

❝ you’re so warm, don’t move. ❞

❝ let’s stay in bed all day. ❞

❝ i made coffee. come get it before it gets cold. ❞

❝ you’re way too comfortable for me to get up. ❞

❝ we should order something and never leave the couch. ❞

❝ you have bedhead. it’s adorable. ❞

❝ come here, i need snuggles. ❞

❝ i missed mornings like this with you. ❞

❝ i don’t care what we watch as long as you’re here. ❞

❝ wanna nap on top of me again? ❞

❝ you smell like sleep and sunshine. ❞

❝ i stole your hoodie and i’m never giving it back. ❞

❝ your toes are freezing. ❞

❝ don’t fall asleep on me—too late. ❞

❝ i swear you’re the human version of a weighted blanket. ❞

❝ is it illegal to be this cozy? ❞

❝ i could do nothing with you forever. ❞

❝ you’re the best part of my lazy days. ❞

❝ come lay on me, i’m a pillow now. ❞

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every time i hop onto his side blog i bawl a little, because my baby boy shayla pookiebear nightlight is just a little twelve year old soldier that's never known anything outside of duty. he was literally MADE to serve, and to be released ( quelled, extinguished, ) once his time had come.

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ORIGINS (Extraterrestrial biology) by Elsa Bleda

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Sketchbook Log: Them 💛🩵

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　homesick. that's what this foreign ache in their chest is best described as, how does something unknown hurt so much﹖ they have yet to understand. their light flickers for moments, reflection of their innermost turmoils. ❛ lot of thinkings ( ... ) the moon seems so far away tonight, ❜ it's almost solemn, swaying legs that dangled from their seat had stopped﹔ in a stand—still.

the link of their hands tighten, holding onto a silent hope that the lulling of their heart wouldn't pull them away from katherine. a small sigh, turning﹔ he offers a genteel smile, the one that brings the apple of cheeks high ﹠ blueish. ❛ i shall not let my mind wander again, i'll catch your words﹗ it can be our little secret﹗ ❜ that child—like mischief that glosses past can't be mistaken.

Katherine joined her friend with quiet footsteps, sitting beside her boy made of light and resting her head on his shoulder. "Hello, nightingale." Were it anyone else they probably wouldn't have heard such a soft murmur, even as close as she was. / @foundling-guardian． ្

　　the voice that brings sound to their body﹔ vitality surges through. their being lights up from the nickname, moon—dusted cheeks tinted blue. lips spread into an adoring smile, their head obeys﹔ leaning back atop hers. their voice of bygone ages, is whispered within their spaces.

❛ hello, my katherine. ❜

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by the book, nightlights are considered biotech weapons. made from each constellations' mechanics, breathed to life by each of them. ( their appearances vary, and look like each of what the golden empire's constellations are. ) once they've served their time as guards, they would be released, and reborn into the skies as one.

tzar's empire in particular decided to give them life by using a star﹔ the energy that drives them, pure ﹠ blinding. he was raised amongst children, filling him with their laughter and optimism. it became the full driving force of what he embodies.

after being imprisoned within pitch's heart, nightlight fuses with this star sentience, making them one whole body﹔ making him whole. he becomes more human, more emotive. now composed of the purest celestial energy. his memories, after being trapped within the darkest of abhorrences, were purposefully forgone for pitch to not taint them.

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hiiiiiiii. soooo. i'll have to make another design for nightlight ( once he reawakens from the depths of pitch's heart. ) he'll have shorter hair and the ends are fizzled out.

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Jorge Luis Borges, "I Am Not Even Dust"

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final colored reference for @fastestlight >:3

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🌟Golden Christmas Star🌟