#FALL ASLEEP ON YOUR CHEST

[simply-ewok]

rolling over, half asleep, in the middle of the night and when you stretch your arm out you end up smacking ghost in the face, and you can’t help but fling yourself back with a loud gasp before realizing it’s just your man, who yet again, snuck inside and cozied up to you without stirring you (bc he hates waking up his baby) bc he was able to come home early and chose to surprise you. and after you relax and begin apologizing for hitting him you hear his low, growly chuckle as he sits up to pull you into his chest, kissing your forehead before mumbling into your sweet smelling hair “it’s all right lovie, di’n’t mean to scare you.”

[very-uncorrect]

Can't stop thinking about Sonic getting sad because he misses all the cute little things Tails used to do when he was little that he's grown out of

[valeriele3]

TWST x Reader who falls into a long sleep randomly once in a while

It was just a normal day in NRC or well..As normal as it can be

Everything is good, life is good, not that stressful

But then, slowly everyone started noticing how the Prefect and their little cat(Grimm) has been missing the entire day..

Panic soon arises in the school grounds and almost everyone in the school looking for their dear prefect(and cat)

A whole day passes with no sign of them..Then a week, a month, and almost 2 months

Everyone is starting to loose hope. What happened to them? Did they get hurt? Are they safe? Did they leave? Are they back to their original world? If so, why didn’t they say goodbye..? Were they really that unimportant to them?

It was another day of looking for prefect. They all decided to search again in the city and the nearby forest with another plan to meet up in the plaza at 8pm to report their findings

The clock strikes 8 and again, no news..But wait, one group is missing. The Adeuce is missing

Then suddenly, they all heard someone scream “Y/N! I FOUND THEM THEYRE DEAD!”

Panic, shock, horror, sadness, and anger is all they feel..They quickly rush to the area where they heard Ace scream

Once there, they find Deuce standing and crying, regret for not being with them in his eyes, Ace crying hysterically while holding onto a “dead” Y/N

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After everything was set, it was finally time for Y/N’s funeral..Some expressed their sadness and the others tried to hide it to keep up a front and look unbothered

They were just about to bury them when suddenly..The casket is making pounding noises? And someone screaming..Something like “Hello? Where am I?!! Is someone there!”

“Oh I can still hear their voice..” Deuce said sadly

“Same..” Ace replied

“Wait guys— Stop I think the prefect really is alive..!—“ Someone in the crowd said worriedly

The top/cover of the casket gets destroyed by Readers fists and they sit up still a bit sleepy

Everyone is shocked. Did the prefect just come back to life??

After a bit of celebrating and etc they asked Y/N who killed them and the prefect answers with “I was never dead. I was just asleep” they smile brightly

‘Asleep?? What human sleeps for that long?!’ The guys think

“I have this thing that I don’t really know but I randomly fall asleep once in awhile. It only lasts for a few hours or a day if I’m lucky but if it’s severe for some reason it’ll last for a few weeks or months!”

“Oh”

And everyone starts celebrating the return of the prefect again

~The End~

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“By the way guys..Where’s Grim?”

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[trainingdummyrabbit]

goodnight

[h-doodles]

Connection // Consumption // Possession is my way of Love & you are mine as i am yours, various - a web weave for it's quicker & easier (to eat your young) by @pinkcannibal 💖

[ickadori]

currently missing sukuna x reader x urame aka the best trio

ikr … do yall think sukuna lets uraume sleep in the bed with him and reader? and like, two arms are holding you and the other two are holding uraume.. or maybe uraume wants to hold you too hehe

[semiotomatics]

weird random 4am thoughts abt human bodies

sometimes i do wish i wasnt ace literally just bc im so fascinated by human bodies but i never get the chance to see any but my own!! like, ive been learning abt how hypermobile i am over the past few years, and i feel like i wouldve figured it out way earlier if id had other ppl to compare myself to. even just like, natural body variations are so cool to me. scars and birthmarks and wrinkles and stretchmarks and rolls and body hair and just! everything!

i wish nudity/the human body wasnt such a taboo in north american culture. ive even been tempted to watch porn literally just so i can see what other ppls bodies look like 😭😭😭 i do think thats why im so interested in watching medical/anatomy videos like the institute of human anatomy tho, and why ive considered going into the mortuary/funeral industry. i just think bodies are neat!

[seredelgi]

Is it just me or hearing the beating of Levi's heart when he sees Zeke waving at him gets anyone else all kinds of mushy feelings?

[sightofsea]

some day. SOME DAY (five years from now) I'll continue that alternate hlv case fic where Mycroft call sherlock a Bond girl in his own mind

[joosts-girl]

Joost got me reconsidering my stance on chest hair fr….

I MEANNNNNNN...

Tell me you don't wanna nuzzle your face into that chest 😏

[the-winters-prince]

This trip is gonna end up with us sleeping in the same bed together because you insist I am as fragile as a baby apple blossom and will die if the cabin temperature raises by 2 degrees

I need to feel your breath on my skin or I worry that your lungs have stopped working and I have to do mouth to mouth

[bloomchemy]

Between candy and a warm fire

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. Gn reader .

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Disclaimer: Reader is not traveller || mention of fire

Note: An incredible person helped me with the translation of this one-shot. Thank you so much Algol for your help!

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Soon, you could see your friend's camp, inserted in a large hole in the mountain. You crossed the broken bridge with your glider (you always wondered why he never tried to repair it) and, after a tortuous journey, managed to reach Albedo's camp.

The harsh weather in the mountains, for some reason, was never kind to you. Every time you had to undertake a new trip there, the fog thickened and the wind rose, not to forget the snow storms that caught you up in their gales whenever you set foot there. You always had to carry extra provisions in your backpack, which made it weigh twice as much as recommended for trips like these, but all that effort always paid off.

Considering the good taste he was known for, that camp was pretty… precarious. A couple of shelves full of unknown substances, books full of indecipherable texts, an alchemy table that emanated a certain aura of mystery (perhaps because you didn't know how alchemy worked, despite your friend explaining it to you a hundred times) and so many other scattered items that it would be impossible to enumerate them all… Apparently order was not a priority in his laboratory.

Upon reaching the cave, you decided to head in directly, since another of Albedo's great mysteries was: Why didn't his laboratory have a door? Wasn't it cold during those frigid nights and icy snowstorms? You preferred not to think too much about the matter, you would ask him later.

Glancing around the lab, you quickly managed to spot him on one of the desks. Concentrated on perhaps writing his conclusions or some procedure, he did not notice your presence, so you decided to call his attention.

"Knock knock" you called it in a singsong voice. Immediately, Albedo snapped out of his trance and gave you a small smile, as a form of saying 'welcome'.

It was strange to see him without the usual coat on him, especially considering the icy wind that was blowing through the place.

"Oh, you made it. How was your trip?" he asked with curiosity

"Tough, but safe. This time no hilichurl attacked me" you mentioned letting out a small laugh.

You tried to get closer to the fire that kept the place warm inside, but immediately your friend called you.

"Did you bring the materials that Sucrose received?" 'Oh, that's right' you thought.

Faced with such a reminder, you removed your backpack from your shoulders and extracted from it materials of strange origin, mainly flasks full of unknown substances and boxes with suspicious aromas.

"Put them on the table" he indicated.

And you did it just as he asked. After a couple more orders regarding his requests, you began to relax, and with the relaxation came a small gust of wind that made your body shake. You wrapped your arms around yourself to feel some warmth; you thought about asking your friend if he could give you a potion, a blanket, something to keep you warm, but he looked so focused that you didn't want to interrupt him.

"Please, hand me that book over there, the one with the green spine", "look in chapter four for the properties of this mineral I have here". With each request, you began to feel like an assistant more than a friend, which made you somewhat sad, since after that long and tedious journey, you received little or nothing of importance.

Suddenly an idea popped in your mind. You stood behind Albedo and began to give him a little massage, since that was a good way to tell if he had rested during the last few days. As expected, his back was far from relaxed. He, on his part, was startled for a moment by feeling your touch, so he decided to question you.

"What are you doing?"

"It's not obvious?" you responded rhetorically, with a sassy tone, to then ask him in a gentler voice "How long has it been since you slept?

Albedo took a moment to respond, unsure of his answer. After a few seconds of silence, he decided to speak.

"Three days"

His answer didn't surprise you at all. You knew well that his sleeping habits were not exactly healthy due to the dedication with which he treated his work. Because of this, a new objective crossed your mind: Operation 'Make Albedo rest', whose first step was to make him get up from his seat.

"Hey", you got his attention. "I'm a little cold, don't you want to come with me to the campfire? I brought sweets to share"

You weren't telling a single lie, the cold you felt was real and the sweets were waiting patiently in your backpack.

"Sweets, you say?" Your friend took the bait.

"Yes, and I'm only going to give them to you if you get your ass off the chair and come with me"

Albedo sighed, surrendered. His sweet tooth could be seen by far, so it wasn't too difficult to make him take a little break to recharge his batteries with a candy-flavored treat.

"Okay, but only because it's you" and finally he got up. "Are you saying you're cold? I have some blankets here, give me a minute and I'll look for them."

The ash blond disappeared under a desk and returned with a small stack of fluffy blankets. While your friend was looking for the blankets, you decided not to waste time and looked among your things for the sweets and desserts that you packed with great delicacy.

Once both of you were ready, Albedo offered you a hot chocolate to, as he said, 'warm up your body', to which you gladly accepted. After preparing the drink, you both sat on the ground in front of the campfire of his laboratory and covered yourselves with blankets to enjoy a well-deserved rest.

You raised your head slightly to look at him; his eyes were closed, possibly wanting to enjoy his well-deserved rest with you and your delicious gifts. You smiled sweetly at the adorable sight he was giving you. His closed eyes, his mouth half-opened, his disheveled hair after several days without fixing it... you wished that moment would never end.

Night began to fall, and with it your tired eyes, which were impossible to keep open after such an adventure through the mountains. The heat of the campfire and the warmth of the aquamarine-eyed boy's body didn't help, since they gave you a relaxing feeling as well as pleasant; it wasn't every day that you could rest your head on Albedo's shoulder, or receive the caresses of his soft hands on your scalp, much less feel the rapid beating of his artificial heart.

To your surprise, after a while he decided to say something.

"Suddenly I no longer want to continue working…", he declared. His words took you by surprise, since that situation was most peculiar.

"Do you want to sleep?" you asked softly in your voice.

"Maybe so…" he answered before letting out a yawn and raising his arms in a stretch. That movement made the blanket fall, for which you laughed a little. "Sorry", Albedo covered you with the warm cloth and proceeded to look for some pillows to finally get that much-needed sleep.

Returning with the pillows and, additionally, a mattress so you wouldn't sleep on the hard stone floor of the cave.

"Klee insisted on bringing this" he said referring to the mat, implying in some way that he didn't really use it.

After throwing the mat and pillows on the floor, he indicated you to lie down on it. Next, he imitated your actions but behind you, so he could loosely hug you. Immediately afterwards, he covered you both with the blanket.

"I hope we don't lose body heat like this" he mentioned.

Despite his carefully chosen words, you could tell his true intentions by feeling his heartbeat. What a beautiful melody.

You both cuddled together by the fire, enlightened and warm. You yawned at the same time, action that made you both laugh at such an unexpected synchronicity. You snuggled into his warm chest to feel his heartbeat and his calm breathing. He, on his part, began to caress your hair again, so the cold no longer existed, just that warm moment shared with your favorite person.

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Masterlist

[skitskatdacat63]

Back in my monthly depression era ig but. Thinking about social media and art, and how their relationship has fucked with me. I'm glad I started drawing fanart and I don't regret it. And I think I've really improved my skill this past half year plus. But man it gives me such a terrible complex. That paranoia of "who even would give a shit about this" and "when will people be done with me."

I think any artist always craves some recognition and praise no matter how much you say you draw for yourself. You can draw for yourself but it's still extremely gratifying and inspiring to have people's approval or thoughts on it.I used to draw for myself more and draw so much random art, but I discussed it a lot with friends and it made it more gratifying, to have that interest. And I lost that kinda, a lot. I feel like for a bit btwn losing that and drawing fanart, I can't really remember, I didn't draw as much bcs it just felt a bit unrewarded and it felt bleh.

And then I started drawing fanart. Which felt very rewarding. I'm happy I've not ever really felt the desire to make widely "appealing" art. If you look at even the first things I posted, it's extremely niche, and that's been a lot of fun! But it's also just made me so paranoid and self conscious. What if people get tired of this. What if people find it strange. What if people find it annoying. What if I'm being repetitive. Etc. It's really irritating bcs I KNOW people have told me they find my stuff interesting and that they like it. But my brain can't help but think, what is the expiration date on this, when will it become boring. I discuss my art with people and it's fun, but that self consciousness clings to me like a parasite. Like ah I better hurry this up and enjoy it while I can before they get annoyed and tired of it.

I guess this is all to say, I don't always like my relationship with art, and I hate the way social media messes with your brain. I remember for a bit I would post my art on Instagram and do the whole hashtag game. And then realized it was messing with my relationship with art so I dropped it. And then did the same thing with Twitter, than dropped it, etc. I just hate how I can't let myself enjoy anything. Idk maybe I'm just burnt out or something, but whenever I think of drawing lately, there's just this voice being like "what's the point of even drawing this, why would anyone care." I hate you evil voice in my brain!!!! It's not even a thing about notes, and I feel greedy even simply admitting any of this. I think it's more of a craving of a deeper connection and discussion. Which is what I always seek when I create art. But social media makes you think about numbers and attention and makes it unhealthy and makes you feel guilty for wanting something that's pretty reasonable.

Blah blah blah anyways don't reply to this like, oh you need to fix your relationship w art by taking a break from socmed! It's just this continual cycle and maybe one day I'll break it. But sometimes it just hits harder some days. I just want to stop feeling cringe. I hate it cause internally I'm like "I am cringe but I am free" but that only has to do with actually creating the stuff. Posting about it is the trap I think. Again though, it's natural to crave discussion and approval, but putting myself out there makes me want to curl up in a ball. I miss the days when I was younger and creating all kinds of random art and forcing it upon people with absolutely no shame. But now it's like. I toss my art into the room and shut the door and hide behind it with bated breath. And it often feels like any conversation I have just sates me for a tiny bit and then I go back to feeling empty. Is it ungrateful? Or is it just natural to want to keep having and partaking in a good thing?

Someone sent me advice on this feeling at some point, about how its better to talk to people individually rather than just on main. And I agree! I had a lot of fun the last third of last year. And for some reason it's just felt different ever since the new year began. I just don't know how to recover, and to start having fun like that again. I've drawn a lot of things I've immensely enjoyed since the year began, but for some reason, which I can't really parse, have had way worse self loathing and insecurity about it all. I just wanna recover my joy back :( is that too much to ask

Tldr; yay art improvement! Complex ideas! Much discussion! However: nay! Makes me feel cringe! Makes me feel like I'm running on limited time! Makes me crave too much!

[quietwingsinthesky]

if i imagine the doctor getting cuddled enough, it’ll fix me. that’s how that works.

[true-blue-sonic]

How are Espio and Silver's first few nights spent as a couple? Do they need to do any major adjusting to get used to sleeping together in the same circumstances, or are they both satisfied very easily? Does the sound of Silver's purring ever start to get annoying? (cause as a cat owner I can say that sometimes they get So Very Loud and it's a bit difficult to adjust to sharing the same pillow with them)

They'll have spent some time with each other before that, first during Rivals 2 and then during its aftermath when Silver is recovering at the Chaotix, but as a couple I do think Espio might feel a bit awkward about it all! It's not the first time he's got Silver snuggled up to him, and there's a lot to adjust to. Silver is very warm and fluffy, which is odd to wake up with huddled into his side, and Espio's bed isn't so big so it's quite the tight fit to squeeze them both onto the mattress. But I think what makes the biggest hurdle is the fact Silver's sleep schedule is garbage. He wakes up multiple times throughout the night, because he had to move around or fight off a monster in the ruined future... which would be alright if he went back to sleep again immediately, but instead he indeed begins purring and snuggling close to Espio because he's so happy to have Es beside him. And that is quite the surprising way for Espio to wake up to! Silver would know to not actively wake Es up when they discuss that in the morning immediately after the first time he pulls that, but he indeed just can't help his purrs and chirps. But I think eventually they'll manage to reach a point where Espio finds it quite hard to sleep without Silver making the whole bed rumble with his purrs! <3

On Silver's side, I think he might actually adapt somewhat more easily than Espio does. He's not alone and someone he trusts is sleeping beside him, which is doing wonders for his feelings of safety and feeling cherished. It does make him antsy that he can't scour around for monsters throughout the night, but Espio assures him he'll shoot right awake at the slightest indication of trouble. And when Silver is awake and knows to not wake Espio up before it is light out (something Espio regrets phrasing so specifically when he gets woken up at 5:30 in the morning), he likes studying all of Es' features and marvel at him. Eventually his sleeping schedule does improve and he can sleep throughout most of the night without issue, which is good for Es' sleeping habits as well. But whenever Espio wakes Silver in the morning he immediately starts chirping, and on the rare occasions he wakes up before Espio, Es is gonna get roused by a nuzzle and lots of purrs as well! So overall, I think they do both need to adapt a bit, but it doesn't take long for them both to find a rhythm that works. And Espio's heating costs in his bedroom tremendously decrease during winter, as an added bonus!

[virginiaisforhaters]

you ever get hit by a wave of queer affection so strong you have to sit down for a minute