#HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ONE<33

[transmascaraa]

NYX💃🏻 bet you didn't expect me here did you? (You probably did)

Anyways remember that one time you wrote this><

Could you maybe do that with Xiao?? Anyways gotta go back at texting you at discord lmao

Love you<33

bf!xiao headcannons!

you're not used to such kind words of affection...

bf!xiao x adeptus!gn!reader

author's note: OFC OFC I LOVE YOU TOO💗💗 i hope you guys enjoy this one as well as you enjoyed the one with gaming lol^^ (in the end it came out as smthn like js comfort but it includes praise soooo)

"is this what mortals call— praise?.."

-okay so where do i startttt

-at first, when he met you, he didn't understand AT ALL what showing affection meant

-so whenever you showed him affection(which you never received yourself) he felt warm but weird

-since he never kinda received it himself

-i mean after losing so many friends what do you expect lmao

-and he never really understood "love" as a whole

-the only reason you got with him was because YOU confessed, and he said he felt the same way, unknowing that it was literally love itself

-so after quite some time of him asking zhongli what it is and for his help, he understood it pretty much finally

-and seeing you a bit down one day was his chance to do his best to help you.

-you sat on a high cliff, your knees pressed to your chest, in which you buried your head.

-feeling somebody's presence, you lift your head only to see xiao sitting next to you, putting a hand on your back, gently rubbing it.

-but he didn't look at you, not yet, he just kept looking straight into the horizon.

-"i see you don't feel as... good.. as you usually do." to which you just hummed.

-"and... i understand that it can be tough sometimes.." he continued.

-"but i still think that doesn't make you any less of what you already are. the brave and... kind adeptus you are." now you were a bit surprised, to say the least.

-"you're.. beautiful/handsome/fabolous just the way you are and..." he paused to turn his gaze towards you.

-"you're really sweet to me." that's when he noticed your surprised blushing face that replaced the one of despair just a while ago.

-"n-no, xiao... but i'm not-"

-"you are. you're... how do they say it again... perfect..?"

-"i'm not, i swear-"

-"i swear on the powerful and almighty rex lapis. you... shouldn't change for anyone but for yourself. your role as an adeptus like me... i understand your struggles, but you'll get through it, just like i did. you're too strong to look at yourself so lowly."

-"xiao, no-"

-"i promise."

-you were a bit stunned by those simple 2 words.

-"huh?"

-"i said, i promise, if that's how it's said."

-you just hugged him tight, burring your head in the crook of his soft neck, letting him gently hug you in return.

-and even tho you didn't accept his praise and words of affirmation at first, they slowly grew on you after some time.

-you gradually got used to them, just as xiao got used to saying the phrases using them with you.

-and he always kept his promises.

~~~~~

i haven't written for one character individually in quite a while but damn this is long

in fact i think this is my longest one-character writing😰

it's not a bad thing smh if only every other was as long as this one lmfao

| @mariaace <3

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[luna-loveboop]

'I've never been in a dungeon before' and 'Who's Ganon?' have literally made some of the BEST reaction panels in Lu I just-

They are very similar conversations- where a Link is pointing out/asking about something that the others have experienced and they haven't. Which is really cool to compare and contrast but they all just freak out about it

Genuinely some of the best conversations in Lu

The lesson here is that apparently the Links will always be freaked out when one of them has missed out on one of the Zelda Fundamentals™

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Art by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :)

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[slightlymad]

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED — TAYLOR SWIFT ↳ my swiftie spring/autumn exchange gift for @actual-sleeping-beauty ! ♡

[buwheal]

Mr. Spamton, have you ever tried sewing before? The patterns some people draft up are bamboozling to the mind, for sure...

-Silly woman who tried, but only managed to stitch together lopsided "pillows" from t-shirts and stuff them with cotton balls

[bondilluns]

FRANK IT UP!!!!!!!

my commissions are open if you want to see your fav mcr pic drawn in my style!! ^^

[ID: A digital painting of Frank Iero in 2007, during projekt revolution. He's sitting on the floor and playing guitar. The instrument covers half his face, and only one eye is visible. He's looking up, frowning, in a way that resembles The Fallen Angel by Cabanel. End ID.]

[lnfours]

I NEED spiderman! Lando. I cannot stress how much he fits as spiderman.

oooooh anon… u know my brands. you know them so well.

also kind of inspired by that iconic scene in the amazing spiderman where peter climbs into gwen’s room from her window. you know i had to 🫠

the sun had freshly set over the city of new york, the lights in the city and the glow of the lamp on your desk softly illuminating your room through the bedroom window. you sat in the chair, chin resting against your knee as you read over the pages of notes in front of you, trying to make the things your professor covered in the lecture make sense.

you tapped the screen of your phone, the time shining back at you as it read 9:45pm. with a soft sigh, you checked the notifications briefly. nothing from lando.

he was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago. it wasn’t unusual for him to run late, but without a text? you were slowly growing worried. scared that something might’ve happened.

until there was a soft tap at your window, making you turn around. your eyes were met with a familiar mask. you smiled softly, leaning over and opening the window for him. the cool night breeze making its way in as he spoke, “i’m sorry, i know i’m late-“

“i was worried something happened,” you said, sitting back in the desk chair as he climbed through the window. he tugged the nylon mask over his head, sweaty curls stuck to his forehead. your eyes took in the small cuts on his cheeks, dried blood a signal as to why he was running behind.

“i’m fine,” he smiled softly, noticing your eyes tracing his face, “i should’ve texted. i’m sorry i worried you.”

it was the last thing on your mind now as you got up from the chair, making your way over to him and taking his face into your hands gently. he swallowed thickly, eyes scanning over your face as you assessed his injuries.

“‘ve got a first aid kit,” you said, “i know you don’t necessarily need it, but it might help with the healing process.”

he nodded, letting you walk away. you made a pitstop to the closet, grabbing the change of clothes and tossing it to him. he thanked you before you made your way into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink and opening it.

you came back into the bedroom to see him on the bed, clad in pajama pants and an old hoodie. the red and blue nylon suit he had once worn now sitting on the floor. you sat down in front of him, taking his face back into your hands.

you grabbed the tube of neosporin from the kit, along with a few bandaids. he let you put the ointment on, watching how delicately you worked on helping him heal his small wounds.

“what happened?”

“robbery at the jewelry store on 9th street,” he chuckled softly, “you should see the other guys.”

you smiled, letting out a soft laugh, “i’m sure you got them good.”

you stuck the small bandaids on his cheeks and his forehead, sitting back and moving the kit to sit on top of the suit on the floor. he grabbed your arms, pulling you on top of him. you laid between his legs, head on his chest as he twirled a strand of hair around his finger.

“sorry i kept you worried,” he mumbled another apology, lips pressed against the top of your head, “i should’ve texted.”

you shook your head, “it’s okay, just glad you’re okay. and that you’re here now.”

“missed me?” he smirked down at you.

“don’t flatter yourself.”

he chuckled, fingers tracing shapes into your skin. a habit he had picked up on a while ago. his silent way of comfort, a sign that he was here. that as long as you were waiting for him, he’d always come back to you.

[kimorasimz]

do not disturb..

[jimimn]

handsome ♡ (for anon ♡)

[sillywabbits]

Merry Holidays! 🎄🎁 💕 I participated in the lovely @wenchfry 's Secret Santa this year! And I got the lovely @moonliched as my recipient! 💕✨I'll take any opportunity to do a fluffy piece hehe. 💘💫

I really love your stuff and particularly your Mersun's design! I hope I was able to do your sweetheart justice! As well as your amazing y/n! ✨I love their braids ahhh

~Special thanks to @wenchfry for hosting us! 💘✨

[bebemoon]

holiday outfit: klara (the nutcracker) | requested by @allthestoriescantbelies

lacemade "princess mitte" pale blue corset dress

sandy liang "palermo" long satin bow in white

the row black elastic strap ballerina slippers

rance 1795 "laetitia" eau de parfum

german-made, hand-painted wooden nutcracker wearing a bright blue uniform, c. 197o

[static-radio-ao3]

light as a ghost (on my mind you weigh the most)

Like most stories, this one starts with a ghost. Or maybe it starts with a phone call. Or maybe it starts with a gun. Or maybe the story starts at the end. Or maybe it doesn’t start at all. Instead, it loops and curves and twists and turns until end and beginning are one and the same. But if the story were to start with a ghost, it would start like this.

[luna-loveboop]

There's a lot about Twilight's injury arc that makes me wanna cry but every time I read through it Legend is what gets me

Because Legend took his hat off out of respect when going into Twilight's room while he was injured

I don't I ever have or ever will read a "salty and traumatised and not-nice but still good" character as well written as Legend. Because he's mean and snarky and grumpy- and almost always at least one of his eyebrows is down. Twilight even saw him as a bully at first. (Ref. comic 'bully' in Lu archive)

But this is a warrior who will take off his hat for another who got hurt. Legend shows love in almost invisible ways, and his heart is guarded enough to have spikes. But if he's going to see someone who's injured he shows respect and care.

And he showed his care in other ways too- he has so much love for Twilight to show this much past his guarded heart

Legend is always wearing his hat- it is literally something he puts on just as much as his shoes or tunic.

He shows so much love for Twilight through his injury. And him pulling off/putting on his hat is just one small way that was shown.

*dies drowning in tears because legend took off his hat and it means so much and*

Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse au

:)

[poltergeist-coffee]

slimeriana yuri if you even care…

reblogs appreciated!!

boobs under the cut because idk if that’s something i need to warn people about,,, it’s suggestive??? aaah fem!qmariana is wearing an open button up shirt 👍

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Hey bestie sooooo lots of stuff happened and there was an opportunity I was really hoping I was gonna get, and I didn’t. On top of that it went to the same favorite people that get everything every time and I’ve just been feeling really upset and everything so if you’ve got any mingi comfort that would be great. I could just really use a lil virtual hug rn 😅. There’s a bunch of other stuff that led up to this but now im just feeling really hopeless and wanting to give up on my major even though it’s my dream. I think I kinda need to just sit and wallow for a bit and I’ll be fine but if you got any fluff I could use all of it 😅🩷

aw babes i'm sorry to hear that 😭🫂 you and me both honestly really need a virtual hug (nah a real hug actually) and well, i hope you get much better things than what you were aiming for! we never know where the flow of life is gonna take us so hoping for the best for you, always 🩷 and i hope you fight for your dream too! if you want to talk about it, i'm here for you 🩷

a mingi comfort fluff though, who am i to deny you? ;)

there are times in your life when all you want to do is lay down on a bed and sink through it into the void

or lay down on soft grass and hope the ground swallows you

you put a weight over yourself in the form of your blanket- the only physical thing weighing you down among a bunch of other invisible things

but that isn't enough

the warmth of it, the softness of it, it isn't enough

everything is silent. you can hear the static background noise- that's how quiet it is

could this go on forever while you gather your pieces together?

could time stand still for you?

no.

it never will

you're being swallowed by a bunch of thoughts

i'm alone in this world

no one will understand me

everything is over

there's no going back from here

and a bunch of other negative phrases that are murky in your head, but there in all their mighty presence

it feels like everything you've worked for is crumbling down in front of your eyes

everything is going wrong, wrong- where did it all start to go wrong?

you can't quite put a finger to it

all you know is that you are overwhelmingly sad.

the emotion 'sad' didn't make much sense to you- you always thought it was associated with some other emotion or feeling- such as when you lose someone dear and it's associated with grief

but now... you think you're starting to understand a little what's it like to be just sad. the plain old sad

it springs a little sarcastic laugh out of you and you have to purse your lips to keep another awful sound from bubbling out of you

but this time, your ears detect the familiar sound of footsteps in the house and you wonder just how deep in your thoughts you were to miss the sound of the door unlocking

you don't move. you don't make an effort to. you just hope that he goes to take a shower first or starts cooking. you hope he doesn't realise you're home already

you hope you get a little time to yourself so he doesn't have to see you in this state-

but a knock sounds on the door anyway and his voice calls your name, his eyes probably searching the darkness

you hope that he misses your curled figure in the blankets, but he's far too observant for that

he doesn't turn on the lights. you feel the edge of your bed dip as he sits there

"you're not hiding from me... are you?"

it's mingi. you could cry just hearing his voice

"no... just tired. i'll be out in a few minutes."

he doesn't miss the crack in your voice either

"do you want me to give you some space, or do you want me to stay?"

there's one thing you love about mingi. he always asks you what you need

and he always gives you what you ask for

if it's space you need, he will gladly give you it because he realises the importance of personal space and just sorting your own mess yourself

he won't question you until you talk yourself but he will keep reminding you that he's here

he's perfect in that way

but if it's him you need... he'll drop everything to be with you too

he'll either just hold you in silence or mutter affirmations

and for the first time in a while, you don't know what you need

so you tell him exactly that

mingi sighs deeply and gets up. you wonder if he's going to leave so you check through the little gap in the blanket, your heart beating anxiously

but he only draws the curtains apart just a fraction so he can see better

and then he's back, crawling in the bed next to you and asking if he can get in the blanket with you

you allow it. you scoot a bit to give him some space and he positions the blankets so he can hold you in his arms as he lies down next to you

you're slower this time as you make way to him and he notices that too. so he simply just holds you for a while

and you let the tears flow and wet his sweatshirt. you will apologise later, but for now, you can't stop it

his hand caresses your back repeatedly in soft, circular motions. his other hand is holding yours and squeezing it affectionately

you don't know how long you stay like this but at some point, the tears stop flowing and you move a little to wipe your face

"sorry for being a mess," you laugh and he lets out a short chuckle himself

"you know it's perfectly fine with me," he assures you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "feeling better?"

"a bit, yeah," you tell him. you take a few deep breaths

"what's wrong, love?"

"everything," you sigh. "everything's going wrong at the same time and it's too much, mingi."

mingi brings you back in a hug, this time stronger and a reminder that you're not alone

and you realise that yes- you may have been a little selfish when thinking that you were truly alone in this world

you have him

your constant source of strength, a pillar to lean on

someone who always nudges you in the right direction when you're lost

someone whose words of wisdom heal you

and someone who makes you laugh, especially when he's being goofy like now

"shall we take that little trip now? drop everything and run away?"

"oh, how i wish i could, but i can't run away from this," you sigh.

and just like that, you start talking. slowly, but gradually, you tell him the sequence of events

and he gives you the validation you need- that everything you're feeling right now... it's okay to feel that

he makes you sit in front of him and he holds your hands as you work everything out

he gives objective answers- he knows your strengths and weaknesses, and he suggests the best course

he also plans every possible direction things could go from here on out- something he's really good at

"and like i always say... it can only get better from here, right?"

"sure feels like an all time low, so... yeah?" you say.

"every time i think i'm at an all time low, life throws another one at me"

you laugh at that- he's relatable like this

"well... it can't get worse than this, maybe, yeah?"

"and even if something bad happens," mingi addresses the anxiety in your heart. "even if things don't go as planned and you have to give up something important, you should remember that you're a strong person who can get through this."

you nod, letting his words sink in

"i'm here for you, yes," he says, "but i'm only a guide and emotional support, yeah? whatever you do, it's all you. and you're incredible and amazing. you will get through this. i'm proud of every decision you will make moving forwards. i believe in you, love."

it's all you need to hear and a few tears spill again, but you smile through them as you look at mingi, the dark strands falling over his forehead, his eyes warm

mingi, the person who makes you stand on your own two feet time and time again

mingi, who makes you realise that you can face anything in this world on your own

and mingi, who'll be there when you return from your battles. who'll patch you up, kiss your head and hug you

just like he hugs you now, all warmth and love

he brings you outside so you can eat dinner and it gets better

you don't feel like you're drowning anymore

you're not out of that surface, no, but it's a whole lot better for sure

he talks to you and you address other things in between jokes and kisses exchanged

and when it's time for bed, he holds you, preparing you for tomorrow

it will be okay

you will be okay.