#Just Wanted to Write Something Wholesome

[shimmershy]

Just two siblings back from the dead, hanging out, totally not using this opportunity to torment one another for the rest of time! <3

Chara Week Day 4: Flowers

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Chara and Flowey from Undertale. They're on the Surface, with grass and trees and mountains stretching out behind them. Chara has golden flowers clustered around their left eye and speckled in their hair and on their hands. They're kneeling on the ground and smiling wide, holding Flowey's flower pot in one arm. Their other hand is outstretched in front of them and holding a camera. Flowey has a red bow wrapped around his stem and stickers in the shape of hearts, stars, and smiley faces decorating his pot. He looks annoyed as Chara leans their face in close to his to take a photo. /End ID]

[comfysofti]

Something with shifting mound that i came up with while listening to soundtrack of her movements :33

Each time, a new princess arrives in her hands. New perspectives. New warmth. New presences. All parts of her, all so different, yet the same. In this void, waiting for her to be complete. Some parts of her talked with one another, others were merely looking around, others were trying to talk to shifting mound herself. But what she liked to do, while waiting, was singing. Soft melody that filled the endless Long Quiet. It was a soothing melody

Her voice, yet again, echoes through the endless void, her eyes closed, other parts of her were somewhere at the distance. She didn't really noticed them in those moments. And she didn't wanted to disturb them anyway, so she kept her distance, sitting on the edge of the "hill" where the "cabin" supposed to be

Something that made her open her eyes was feeling of someone next to her. Her singing slowly died down, as she opened her eyes, looking at the princess next to her. The Damsel sat next to her, looking at her curiously, but when she noticed that Shifting mound stopped singing, her expression seemingly faltered for a moment

"did i disturbed you? I didn't ment to. I just wanted to listen to you sing"

She said, in rather apologetic tone. Shifting mound just smiles, soft laugh escaped her lips, as she gently embraced the princess

"you didn't, don't worry. But, if you enjoy listening to me this much... Why don't you sing with me?"

She said, smiling at Damsel, who looked at her with curious expression that quickly turned into happy, excited one even. She nodded in response, smiling broadly

"i would love to!"

She said, embracing Shifting mound in return

This was nice. Really nice. But, with no time to waste, the two started singing softly together, still in eachothers embrace. To shifting mound it felt like she was holding her daughter. Nice, soft feeling

The two kept singing, feeling the void with new notes, and new tones, as some other princesses joined

The next to join, was the Thorn, her tone, quiet, a bit tired, but gentle. Then the Spectre joined, her voice, like a million echoes, joined the tune. All of them, in eachothers embrace, kept sharing this tune through the endless void, as they waited for the last arrival. Or maybe not. Shifting mound is infinite as all of them are. They are different, but so familiar. Parts of the same being. And despite them being such, she couldn't help but feel like they were just a family. Her, being the mother and them being her daughters, that she loved and cherished. But there's so many more of them

Hopefully, all of them will be able to sing a new tune, through a new world

[delusinaldreamer19]

I hate to do this and I know that I don’t necessarily have to,

But I’m gonna announce a slight delay on the next update of my fanfic Of All The Unexpected.

Yeah yeah I know it’s not like I update every week. But my goal was to publish new chapters no more then 3 months apart, and I had published the side-story that was chap 12 because I knew I wasn’t going to meet that time frame.

Now, I still adore this au and what I’ve written so far of it, but its been giving me a bit of trouble lately. So, the formal reason as to why there is a delay…

I can’t figure out what I want to happen next💀

[boar-cry]

hm.

[silfigidigital]

a drawing based off @marinerainbow‘s idea!

[pidayforpi]

(Okay. Hear me out-

→ Dad Ludwig / Adopted Gladstone background

→ DT17 story (S3)

→ AU in which Ludwig really dies while in FOWL captivity (not necessary killed but maybe dies from old age)

→ Gladstone joins his family to save Ludwig

→ Confronts Bradford in The Last Adventure

→ Bradford breaks the tragic news to Gladstone

→ Watch Gladstone break

_(:3 」∠)_)

[spencer-is-dead]

There are eleven fics in the Melinda x Yor tab on ao3 and i shall make a twelfth (maybe (I don’t know im working on it))

[toxicrevolver]

Billy is an “anything is breakfast food as long as its breakfast time” kind if person.

Steve is a “breakfast time is for stereotypical breakfast food and nothing else” type of person.

Have a little drabble bcs I have 5 minutes of confidence in my writing.

Also. Imma have to blame @prettyboybillyhargrove for making me wanna write something cute and fluffy and domestic after giving me nothing but angst posts yesterday.

Billy wakes Steve up at like 6:30 in the morning because he wants Steve’s homemade spaghetti for breakfast after his morning run. Steve grumbles awake and looks at Billy with the cutest glare. “Spaghetti isn’t breakfast food Billy. Why don’t you eat cereal or an omelette or something normal for breakfast?” Steve questions. Billy just looks at Steve with his best puppy dogs eyes because he knows the art of getting his way with the one and only Steve Harrington. Steve ends up folding under the pressure of Billy’s gaze and grumbles fully awake. He slides out of bed and stumbles to get ready, meanwhile Billy silently cheers to himself while he puts on his running shoes and heads for the door.

It’s now almost 8 am and the entire house smells like tomato sauce. Billy walks through the front door and immediately beelines for the kitchen so he can praise Steve for his amazing cooking. Steve whips around and glares at Billy, a ladle held in his hand threateningly, “if you come near me with that sweaty nastiness and get sweat in my tomato sauce I will smother you in your sleep. Go take a shower, the spaghetti will be done when you get back”. Billy holds his hands up in surrender, a giant smile plastered on his face. He spins around and bolts to the master bath and takes the fastest shower he swears he has ever taken. No more than 10 minutes later Billy heads back to the kitchen where the wonderful aroma of spaghetti originates from. He pads over to Steve, landing a soft kiss on Steves shoulder before reaching into the cabinets for plates. “Thank you” Billy whispers in Steve’s ear, the smile never leaving his face. Steve blushes lightly, “its nothing really. I just hope you enjoy it,” Steve mumbles, embarrassment in his tone.

[thelasthalloween]

Okay but like. Dakota one day just barely being able to save Cavendish who winds up with a head injury that gives him amnesia and he forgets Dakota.

[katya-goncharov]

i just watched the new bbc famous five adaptation, and it's one of those shows that's absolutely terrible but in a really iconic entertaining way. it's so tonally weird and i have no idea why any of the decisions were made. i'm fascinated

[girlvinland]

You know how earlier this year I read that sapphic romance book about like, the woman who worked at a gym and the love interest who ghosted her fiancé on her wedding day and I hated it and hated pretty much all the characters and found it generally awful in terms of writing and well, everything? God. Everyone was so hateable in that one.

Lol. A month or two ago I got a YA book that I initially didn’t realize was by the same author (although I did learn early on), but it was like. So much better to me than the other, and now I kind of want to read her other YA books too lol. I think I just feel like maybe her writing style suits YA better or something bc whatever the fuck that gym one was was. Uffda. Tbf I was given it for free so I can’t complain a ton but.

[calronhunt]

sorry to anyone who thinks like any family dynamic is normal in kibby cats at all. A big part of this comic is the deconstruction of family dynamics and this includes found family. Crane, Condor, and Warbler is just one example of this where they call each other family but their shit is so fucked up and weird and awful and bad. Lain and the King is another example and is also fucked beyond belief.

My desire to write this is due to my own severe dislike of "fandom" found family and the trope on it's own in most cases. In certain circumstances it makes me genuinely uncomfortable and sick to my stomach, I'm admitting right now this is a bias I have. And later in the story after some trauma processing Lain does start protecting Warbler and I don't want anyone to think that Lain is going to become "her dad" or anything. Because from my own experiences with family issues, what I don't want is just "family again but with a different person." It would not be fair to Warbler to be put back into a situation where she is once again someone's child and just an accessory to them when she is just starting to bridge the gap to adulthood. the same way it would not be fair to lain to, once again, dedicate his life to someone else's protection when he's also just starting to become his own person.

i know this is inevitable because anytime someone sees an older person standing up for a younger person they're like "oh my god they adopted them." but they are friends. They are friends that become very close, but they are not family.

[lieutenant-amuel]

Okay, I got back to writing WBTL yesterday and now I think this story could’ve been a lot better if I didn’t write it from Valerio’s POV.

[wolfiihoney]

Nanami is the type of husband who… ᧔࿔᧓

︶︶⊹ ୨ I love writing about nanami ୧ ⊹︶︶

Part 2 of my “the type of husband who” series.

Unedited, srry loves <3

Nanami is the type of husband who refuses to text you and will call you just because you texted a simple "hi."

Nanami is the type of husband who makes sure to learn how to perfect your favorite coffee or tea, so when you wake up in the morning it’s already there waiting for you.

Namami is the type of husband who can communicate his feelings VERY well and will help you with yours.

Namami is the type of husband who always yearned for marriage so when he got it, it became somewhat of a badge of honor. (Gojo also got him a “The Best Husband Ever” shirt for a wedding gift because he knew Kento wanted to be a husband and Nanami wears it as a bedtime shirt😭).

Nanami is the type of husband who doesn’t show public affection, but he will hold your hand with the occasional little back rub.

Nanami is the type of husband who wants babies and a lot of them. He always knew deep down that he wanted little ones running around but pushed the thought away because of his job (that’s until he met you).

Nanami is the type of husband who loves nicknames and rarely calls you by your real name. He prefers "darling" and "love".

Nanami is the type of husband who likes to wake up early but hates waking you up early because he knows how much you love to sleep, so he’ll just lay in bed watching you sleep, rubbing your hair. (He’s a super, loving man).

Nanami is the type of husband who works way too hard and needs a vacation every so often. he always lets you pick the destination though. (he took you to Malaysia for the honeymoon of course).

Nanami is the type of husband who LOVES to cuddle and will randomly grab a book and your hand to go out and cuddle in the big hammock in your backyard (just imagine that seriously).

Nanami is the type of husband who loves giving you what you want and struggles to say no. Do you want those nasty chips that have too much red food dye? Go grab a bag baby. Want to spend all night watching princess movies and eating candy? He’ll go fetch the blankets.

Nanami is the type of husband who adores the colder seasons and will randomly come home with 4 bags of fall decor (he’s so wholesome).

Nanami is the type of husband who is oblivious to how adorable he is. he does the cutest things throughout the whole day and when you bring it to his attention he’s just like “Oh”.

Nanami is the type of husband who you will hear in the next room bragging about how “smart and amazing ” you are, You'll randomly hear him say “My wife made the most lovely bread today” to one of his co workers.

Nanami is the type of husband who gets shy when his students ask to see a picture of you because they can’t believe he actually got married. (he shows them a thousand pictures of you lol).

Nanami is the type of husband who loves back scratches. He doesn’t like to expect anything from you but he will expect back scratches.

Nanami is the type of husband who holds your legs up so he can vacuum under where your legs are (he’s way too strong).

Nanami is the type of husband who starts a little book club with just the two of you and he looks forward to it every other week.

Nanami is the type of husband who will secretly feel betrayed when you take a nice bath without him because that’s something he likes to do with you.

Nanami is the type of husband who loves to take care of you but also loves when you take care of him. (He likes being babied and you are the only person who will ever know that information)

Reblogs are definitely appreciated ♡♡♡

[silken-moonlight]

Part 4 of your werwolf best friend (Final Part)

A/N: This will be the last part of this short story! I am so glad for everyone who has loved it so far. I hope you enjoy the ending as well! (I am not used to writing happy endings, so I hope this is good.)

Also, a quick question for my next WIP... Do you guys enjoy the "You" in a story more, or would you prefer both characters to be named?

But now, back to the story!

Moon/Swan

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The two of you stayed connected because of the knot for a while. From time to time he moved his hips as you tried to catch your breath. Your heart was racing. Suddenly realizing that your best friend just had cum inside of you. While the panic began to settle inside of you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind. Holding you as close as he could anbd placing lazy but tender kisses on your shoulder.

Your mind was racing, what if you'd become pregnant? What if you caught feelings…? Well too late for that, you already felt something much different than friendship for him. Damn that wolf… The fear of him leaving you, he told you werewolves do this casually…does that mean he will ‘just’ continue to be your friend after fucking you out of your own mind?

Suddenly his hand began wandering again and you could feel his cock getting harder again. You moaned, unable to form a sentence as he lazliy contionued to fuck you from behind. You both laid on your side, spooning with cock and knot buried as deep into your hot cunt as it could go. Your breathing got harder when he pinched your nipples while nibbling on your neck.

“You're so silent…” He rasped into your ear. “Do I need to fuck my pretty girl out of her mind?” He asked while licking along your neck. “My mate…” You whimpered when he bit down on your neck, his hips picked up on the pace and he began to fuck his knot deeper into you. You were unable to answer, you felt like on the verge of bursting. There was such pressure on your cervix, but it felt weirdly good and you wanted to feel more. You wanted him to go deeper and to be rougher. When his teeth set your neck free he whispered softly: “I love you, I always did, and now you're all mine…” He was in a haze, your pussy drove him mad, your scent drove him mad….and he just came so deep inside you. He bred you, surely you know must have realized how perfect he is for you..

“You love me?” You asked and a tear escaped your eye. “Always, my knot does not swell for everybody…” He whispered and fucked you faster. “I…i thought you'd leave me after your rut is over…” His laugh was raspy: “I never let you go. I bred you, my mate. I want you, more than physical. I love you "I always did.” It was such a strange situation, you cried of happyness and out of pleasure while he fucked you to your next high. “I love you too..” You answered softly. He cursed and flipped you both over so that you sat on him in reverse cowboy. “Ride me then baby, make us cum.” You whined, leaning forward and arching your back, holding onto his thighs before carefully beginning to ride his cock. You never were on top before, but by all that was holy did it feel good…

“I'm going to breed you baby, you're all mine…” He moaned as he held onto your hips, helping you fuck him better. It took only a few more moments of your hips and both of you trembled under the immense pleasure. Once again the two of you collapsed and this time you were done for. Properly fucked out of your mind and so tired. Your bestfriend, no, lover, held you close and calmed. Both of you fell asleep right then and there….

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The following six months were very wholesome but incredibly stressful. You lost your job after you both forgot to call in your work. Since the two of you stayed his whole rut together fucking, which was over a week, and you didn't showed up your boss was livid. So you had to get a new job. You moved in with your best friend, quickly falling more in love with him than you thought you could. He was even sweeter now that you were his, endless evenings cuddling, hiking together…,the two of you were inseparable. You talked about the possibility of you getting pregnant…both of you wanted children…so you continued like that, taking the chances. And while he was a werewolf and maybe could smell his period, you told him you were late and that it was normal, it had not been. He had impregnated you.

So one evening you had just put the pregnancy test on his desk, unceremoniously. Just giving it to him while shifting around nervously. He stared at you, then at the test, back at you. Then he began to cry out of happyness, you cried as well. It had been a wonderful moment for the both of you.

And since then your boyfriend has treated you like royalty. Especially since you started showing. You loved being pregnant, despite all the issues coming with it. Often holding your belly.

When his next rut came around he firstly refused to sleep with you, afraid to hurt you. But when the need got too great, he built a nest. A proper nest out of pillows and blankets on your bed and basically worshiped you. He made love to you, placing his hand on your belly, being proud about having bred you. He was obsessed with it, the thought that he did that. That he made you look all this cute. He loved that he had made you glow like that.

Not even speaking about his family and pack who were more than happy. For the last part of your pregnancy you lived with him on pack territory, his pack was loveley.

Honestly you would have never thought this would happen, but you could never have been happier than with your loving -now- husband.

[alymccart]

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Alright, uh. Screw it. Let's dust off this account. I was embarrassed about even drawing this, and especially about sharing it publicly, but I'm slapping it up here. Why not. Been extremely burnt out lately, doing art professionally has pretty much killed my desire to do art for the sake of enjoying it (sorry, fans of my dead comic). Mental health has been shoddy. Actual health is eh, as well. I've been too busy to really think and have been so guilty about there being so much stuff to do in my life still that I haven't really afforded myself time to relax or unwind. My enthusiasm for anything has been in the dumps for years. I don't think I've drawn more than a handful of fanart pieces in over a decade (what you see on here is pretty much it), and I've certainly never drawn something like... this. Obviously, I watched Hazbin finally (didn't even realize the show was an actual thing now, though I did love the pilot eons ago; I don't tend to traverse into fandom discussion and discourse so I've been out of the loop). I'm actually nearing double-digit rewatches... and the OST has been on repeat for weeks. Well animated, beautifully written adult cartoons? I'm here for it. Musicals? Oh yeeahhhhh! A well animated, beautifully written adult cartoon that is also a musical??? *teakettle noises*

I'm ace as hell, but wholesome, loving, devoted relationships like this in fiction seem to hit me right at my core. I also cry at heartwarming videos and movies, but that's beside the point... I just... hrrrnnnnggg... Charlie and Vaggie's relationship has SENT ME. It has an iron grip on my soul and I cannot stop it. I feel like i'm 14 years old again. I want to write fanfiction. Is it 2004?? Where am I????? What the fffffasdfasfagghfgfjhdd????????!!!! Aannnyyyyywayyyy.... This art gave me stomach butterflies the entire time I worked on it, as well as an immense amount of joy, and I really hope this can maybe do that for others. And I still have... so many ideas........ so many....