#He needs to RELAX

[zingtastic]

The sequel to my previous post, in response to this:

He’s grateful—he needed a reason to take a break.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Tsk, tsk, we'll fix that.

Some slight TOTK spoilers below

It was subtle at first. A skipped breakfast here, an hour less of sleep there. Yet when business began to rise, there was more and more to do. He enjoyed helping people, as someone with his title should. The people of Goron City and all its passerbys were important to Yunobo, especially when the town's economic renewal rested ultimately in his hands. A responsibility he was more than willing to take on no matter the cost. Even now, as he ran himself ragged some days, did he not notice that the cost would be him. That he would have to skip meals to take care of a business matter or lose sleepover the long hours of mining he chose to partake in. But you noticed. You didn't know Yunobo to be as soft spoken as he was now. His tone delicate and heavy with sleep. His eyes, even sleepier as you began to notice the deep crags sitting under them. Of course you'd ask him if he was alright, his answer always usually an enthusiastic "Yes! Just fine!" but the exhaustion in his voice and the immediate slump of his back afterwards was more than enough for you to know he wasn't being honest. It wasn't until you quite literally found him asleep at his work desk, stomach angry from hunger that you knew something had to give. You took it upon yourself to make several arrangements for the next few days. Quiet conversations about what's been going on with your Goron beau turned into friendly helping hands. For all that he's done for Goron City, they were all willing to give back. Upon wake up the next day, Yunobo began his routine as he usually would. Boulder Breaker at his back, he made his way to the entrance of HQ to prepare for another lengthy day of a some trade deals and plenty of mining. "Hold it, Sage of Fire" your voice called after him, stopping him in his tracks. He froze at your words, you didn't ever really call him by his goddess written title, so he knew you were serious. Your arms were crossed over your chest, though your smile was far more gentle, "You're not going to work today." Yunobo tilted his head in confusion, "Huh? But I have such a busy ahead." Your hands slowly slid into his; with a worried brow your voice grew quieter, "Don't think I haven't seen the way you haven't been taking care of yourself, Yuno...you barely sleep anymore, barely eat even. And I know what the importance of a rockfilled belly to a Goron is." His large fingers curled around your smaller ones, guilt bled into the roundness of his face. You leaned over, trying to catch his falling gaze, "I've already arranged for Slergo and Offrak to work with the crew and take care of a few things for the next few days...everything else Bludo promised to step in for." The sigh Yunobo lets out is lengthy, but you can see in the way he looks at you that he understands he's not escaping your plans. He nods with a small smile, "Okay, okay. I'll take a few days off." In those few days you make sure he gets three square meals - all taken care of by Cooke, who was eternally grateful for the timely supplies of stone cuts YunoboCo he receives on a weekly basis. The hours he spends chipping away at the mines is spent instead soaking in the hot springs, a much needed luxury to ease the tension and tiredness that plagued him. You would find out from Yunobo that he spending all that time in the mines to give his crew a break. Meanwhile, a little digging let you know that the YunoboCo team was actually also concerned their boss was doing too much work (and that they were more than willing to do their fair share) - they just didn't know how to bring it up with him. On the third day of Yunobo's staycation, you were pulled into a extraordinarily warm embrace, "...Thank you for all this, really. It's been nice to take a breather." Your heart rattles in your chest, and you try to will yourself not to tear up. He really does deserve to rest with how much he’s done not only for you but for everyone in the city. Returning his embrace you lean your head on his chest, " I’m glad...keep in mind I'm not the only person you're important to, Yunobo...there's a whole community that depends on you." He begins to explain that he knows, and that that's exactly why he's been going as hard as he has - but you put your finger to his lips, "But they won’t have you if you don’t take care of you first.” Yunobo sighs once more, but it ends in a knowing smile. You’re right and he admits it. Your hand finds his cheek, “You do so much already - you don’t need to everything all at once.” His palm lays over your hand, you can see endearment swimming in his irises. His opposite hand lifts you easily at your lower back and you’re swept in a quick, tender kiss. When he lets you go, he still holds your frame close, his expression soft as he scans your face, “I think I needed the reminder.” 

[aithusarosekiller]

I've convinced myself that the finale is gonna be the EXACT same as last time

Harry gets Andrew out

Andrew votes Harry

They all go 'wtf Harry'

He struggles to defend himself bc he had convinced himself that he was safe and is just realising that if he wins, he's stealing money from people who trust him (specifically Mollie) so he gets caught and voted out

The remaining faithfuls win

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

[survivoirs]

@eisiramdeus - there's no use glaring at me like that. / @ mando LMAO

The Mandalorian's silence only continued for a brief moment more before he just sighed. "Then stop fooling around. We have a lot of work to do before we raid the warehouse tomorrow. You should be going over the plans again. Not trying to play grab ass with me."

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Sokka, trying to be more friendly to Zuko after becoming Aang’s firebending teacher: relax, guy, I like gay men

Zuko, sweating profusely: that’s nice but…I’m not gay

Sokka, who has been daydreaming about kissing him, KNOWING his fantasies were based off of some fact: [squinting] I don’t believe that

[puppyeared]

What did they do to you

[yourdreamg1rll]

[chlorophyll-tints]

he is simply the guy ever :3

[ruporas]

cheers to the future of humanity (and the future of us)

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun. The illustration takes place during the ship/home arc, specifically chapter 21. At the center, Vash is grabbing Wolfwood by the collar and pulls him into a kiss in the middle of a celebration. The pair is colored in vibrant warm hues while their surroundings are colored in cooler colors like green and teals. Luida, Brad, Meryl, and Milly are shown amongst the crowd, occupied in the celebrations as Vash and Wolfwood share a moment by themselves at the center. END ID]

[nelkcats]

Blob Meditation

It was no surprise that Sam had the worst temper among the three of them, Danny thought it was because she worried too much, Tucker thought it was accumulative stress. The thing is, nothing she did helped with calm her down, which was why she suggested her friends to leave her alone for a few minutes, she didn't want to punch them.

They agreed and Sam sat on the castle stairs, she was stressed about her parents, college and Danny's safety. She was thinking about how to get him to move with them to Gotham, where Jazz was working but Danny wasn't comfortable with that. He wanted to help as much as they did, and it was obvious he wouldn't be able to contribute anything if he moved.

The fact that he had to hide from vigilantes who never paid him any attention before also frustrated him.

As she was thinking, some blob ghosts came bounding up to her, she pushed them away and continued on, but they swarmed and enveloped her. In a few seconds all her stress was gone and Sam looked at the blobs in dismay, though they gave her an idea.

Frostbite commented to her that the Blob ghosts were relaxing due to the fact that they purify, negative emotions were part of that. Sam smiled and offered Danny his business idea, the halfa looked at Sam doubtfully but hesitantly accepted.

Soon there was a new business popping up in Gotham. A relaxation and meditation center run by a young man, although it seemed to have a confidentiality agreement if you became a member. Strangely, both Rogues and regular people were attending.

The Batfamily became suspicious and sent Red Hood to investigate. A few days later, Jason was a member and was as calm as they had seen him in years, not even angry with Tim or calling him replacement for a whole week. Bruce began to worry that he had been caught in some kind of mind control.

Sam was happy that the business turned out good, seeing the room full of Blob ghosts was not surprising, they all floated around Danny and his "clients" happily, she guessed they were feeding well, Danny also seemed happy to contribute something to pay his University and their shared department so everyone was winning.

[dykedvonte]

Hancock: Mama Murphy this jet be straight bussin' fr fr no cap

Mama Murphy, not understanding a damn thing he said: Thank you sir, I love when you visit Mayor Hancock

[fandomrose]

Sunday - Love Hypnosis

Sunday hypnotises you (consensually) to relax you.

No spoilers.

No description of reader or readers troubles so project what you are personally struggling with as you see fit.

No angst just fluff. I thought this concept would be cute. I've seen many a yandere Sunday hypnotises you, and that's great but consider - consent and fluff.

(This isn't a jab, I too enjoy a yandere fic from time to time but I also want to see fluff and I haven't seen this done in a fluffy way yet.)

I don't know why I'm mildly obsessed with this man but I am. (Cough Cough, I read maximum ride as a kid and now I automatically fall in love with winged characters. Cough Cough.) I need him to hypnotise me please and thank you.

(I have a few fics in the works that I need to finish but I'm struggling.)

As usual enjoy. Love ya 💙

"Darling?" Came the light and airy tone of your beloved. Though there was a hint of worry in his voice as he took in your face down, slumped form. "Are you alright?"

He could tell very well that you were not alright. But he would coax an answer out of you one way or another. Though the only answer he received was a groan.

"Darling." He sighs but chuckles at your obviously aggravated self. "Allow me to help you." 

Your body goes limp as you let him move you from a sofa to your shared bed. "My darling. Tell me what's gotten into you."

He chuckles as you groan out a single word relating to your issues. "Life."

"Oh, my darling. You'll let me soothe you for the night won't you?" He only felt it was right after the many nights you had soothed him. 

Patient, kind, understanding. Three words that when asked by others what you think about each other, you'd both say about each other. A pure give and take without a scoreboard, that's how you operated. You were both busy or stressed for one reason or another so that's how things had to be.

The simple love you shared was enough most days but sometimes things went wrong.

Sunday had performed hypnosis on you before so he knew it worked but he'd never engage unless you agreed. You knew the question he asked meant he wanted to soothe you via hypnosis, and with the state of your mind you would happily agree. 

"Please do." 

He wouldn't offer if he didn't have the energy you knew this, a rather large argument took care of that when he'd overworked himself then passed out after hypnotising you once and a medic had to be rushed in. Needless to say, you weren't happy with his carelessness. And seeing how upset you were he agreed to be more careful with his health.

You didn't want to think anymore so as you lay there looking up at him with your tired eyes and weary mind, he smiles. He caresses your face and hair before taking a deep breath and reciting that familiar chant.

"Oh triple faced soul, allow me to take hold of this one's mind and soothe them of all worries and burdens. The word Beloved will be the catalyst for control."

With that simple incantation your mind belonged to Sunday for a short while. Your mind felt fuzzy and slow but not unpleasantly, the way it would when you achieved complete relaxation. 

Like he had done before, he would take you through your nightly routine with this hypnosis.

"Beloved, follow me to to the bathroom." He helped you up while your body automatically followed his words and stood up. 

Walking was about the most complex task you could complete, he wasn't Xipe Themself, so his power only went so far. 

"Beloved, lift your arms." 

You do as told and he aids in stripping you, ready to be cleaned. 

"Beloved, sit on this stool and close your eyes." 

You again do as told his voice muffled through the layers of hypnosis, but soothing nonetheless. "I am going to wash your face first darling." He always narrates what he does before doing it as not to startle you.

You felt a cool, wet, cloth glide over your face and you can't help but sigh with satisfaction. You feel it gently caress your cheeks and softly rub your eyes tickle behind your ears. You hear the cloth being rinsed and wrung, the muffled sounds of the water soothing you further.

"I am going to wash your upper body now darling." And, as before, you feel the damp cloth glide over your neck and upper body, letting him move you has he sees fit. Soft humming coming from him lulls you deeper into his hypnosis. The cloth glides down and caresses your chest before moving to wash your back. You'd make sounds of relaxed satisfaction if you could but your exhausted body coupled with the hypnosis has made your brain devoid of any thought or control. Just how you want it. 

He moves back to the front of you with a new cloth. "Beloved, spread your legs, I need to clean you." 

Your body complies without hesitation and that's what he does, making sure to be extra gentle around this sensitive area. He is thorough but doesn't linger long this time, not wanting to spark anything in you this evening.

Standing to switch the cloth again, "I'm going to wash your legs and feet now darling." Still being as gentle as ever his hands and the cloth slowly makes their way down your legs massaging them as they go. A light massage is given to your feet as well before he finishes and pats you dry with a towel before he deems your body clean.

"Beloved, open your mouth wide." 

He orders next, your mind too fuzzy to think of what else could be doing. You hear more water then feel a hand on your chin. "I'm going to brush your teeth darling." Then light scrubbing of your teeth and tongue can be felt, he is thorough with this area too. Not wanting to be the reason you have cavities he takes his time. Not too long later he finishes with you. You can hear things being put away and muffled sounds of him walking around you, maybe inspecting you. Before he stops in front and, 

"Beloved, open your eyes and stand up. Its time to go to bed."

You're led back into the bedroom now that he is satisfied that you are clean. "Beloved, are you ready to sleep?" 

Compelled to answer, you do. "yes"

"Beloved, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes"

"Good, let's get to sleep then shall we." 

The sounds of fabric and draws is all you hear for a moment before he guides you into bed with him. 

"Beloved, lay down." 

When he's satisfied you are comfortable You feel his soft skin against yours, the wings on his head lightly brushing your face in reverence before he pulls them back. It isn't often he blesses you with his naked body, the vulnerability gets to him at times. 

Once you've laid down and he's pulled you close he asked one more question.

"Beloved, are you ready to be released from hypnosis?"

"Yes"

As the words leave your lips he begins the incantation to remove his influence on your mind. 

"Oh triple faced soul, this one has completed this ones tasks and can now be freed from the shackles of my control with no burden."

Everything goes still as your senses return slowly, reacclimating you to reality. A few minutes pass of him softly stroking your head and neck while you come back to him.

"Thank you Sunday" a soft whisper conveying how grateful you are before you promptly pass out the exhaustion and relaxation hitting you full force as you melt into the bed and his arms.

"Oh my beloved, I'd do anything to see you happy and relaxed like this more often. I am grateful for all you do for me so it's only natural. I love you, so much my beloved."

He whispers to your sleeping self, pressing small kisses to your forehead, cheeks and nose. Watching the small twitches at the contact makes his evening and he feels like he too can finally relax.

[rhapsoddity]

Preening time!!

Grian's always happy to help Jimmy with preening, it's a good excuse to have time to gossip

[beanghostprincess]

You've lost your family twice, have been groomed, and both mentally and physically tortured, but of course your depression comes from not jerking off for a while, Denji. Of course.

[mrsoharaa]

Men spreading their thick muscular legs, leaned back super comfortable on the cushioned sofa while tilting their head back to exhale a long, weighted sigh of distress or relief-- with their voluminous arms stretched out along the top of the couch.