#KINDled

[holy-puckslibrary]

just a lil firefighter!sid fluff for y'all :)

gif from @ehghtysevenarchive + per this ask and others

Surely, the chief of Canada's oldest fire department has more important things to do on a crisp morning, the last one preceding a fresh week, than this. He most definitely does. And, yes, Chief Crosby is known for his pragmatic approach to, well, everything.

But neither carries weight here—not when she calls.

Leaky faucet, dead car battery, unreachable spider... It doesn't matter. One ring, and he's rushing home. He can't pin-point when the pattern began, likely sometime shortly between the day you moved into town and his first off-day, but it's a routine he's come to enjoy despite the extra strain on both his schedule and his body; Sidney never thought sharing a property line could be so tedious or time-consuming.

He knows he shouldn't enjoy the distraction as much as he does. You aren't together, Sidney doesn't ever allow his imagination wander that far, but he can't help it. He can't help but help. He rarely turns down anyone in need, which has done wonders for his reputation within the community, but with you... With you, it's different, and embarrassingly so.

He doesn't have the words to explain it. Not that he needs to, it's written plainly across his face.

There's a reason you're regular fixtures in the town's gossip column.

When he arrives on scene—not ten minutes after his F-Series crawled down the gravel drive—Sidney shakes his head and laughs. Collecting his cell and his radio, he slips out of the truck, watching as you fret like a mother hen.

Still in your slippers, you're stood at the base of a decently-sized red spruce wedged between his yard and yours, your crumpled face angled up into the yellow-green needles. You're the very picture of worry, wringing your trembling hands and muttering to yourself.

A stray kitten caught in a tree, that's what's got you in a such a state.

"Well, this is a new one," he bellows in lieu of a greeting, slamming the door shut as his boots hit the ground.

Briefly, your glassy eyes dart in his direction. You're midway through your customary apology when he arrives at your side and quiets you, just as he always does.

"They're more than capable of holding down the fort for however long it takes to rescue our new friend, okay?"

"I know, but what if—"

"But nothing," Sidney huffs, and he dares to take you by the shoulders. And, externally, he ignores the way you shiver under his palms. "If I didn't think it was safe for me to step out for a couple of minutes, I wouldn't. You believe me, right?"

You nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth.

"Good. Now, how 'bout you keep an ear on this," Sidney sets the clunky satellite radio in your hand, "—and I'll grab the ladder from the shed?"

He doesn't really need your help monitoring the channel, but he knows you'll feel better if you feel like you're doing something. Like him, you find comfort in your utility.

In less than a minute, Sidney re-emerges, rounding the corner with a ladder in hand. You're in the same spot, now fidgeting with the radio, anxiously dumping it from one palm to the other and back again. He follows your gaze to line up the simple equipment necessary for the rescue operation.

Sidney's heart swells as you quietly step forward to spot him.

Lucky for everyone, the ball of orange fur is on the branch nearest to the ground. Sidney needs only to step up onto the first wrung to safetly coax the frightened creature into his waiting hands, he's back on the ground not long after.

He gives the kitten a gentle parting scratch under the chin, then transfers the purring fluff to you. The soft bundle takes to you immediately, nuzzling into your chest like that's where it wanted to be all along.

"I think he likes you," Sidney observes with a cheek-numbing grin.

Your lips are tipped up at the end and there's fan of happiness rooting itself around your eyes. Your mouth opens to reply, but before the words come—

"Well, would you look at this?"

Across the quiet street and a few houses to the left sits an audience of two. Both of which are now cooing as loudly as two ladies in their sixties can manage. Coffee cups in one hand and their cellphones propped up in the other, they fawn over the two of you as if it's live theater.

Sidney curses their sons, who he'd completed the explorer program with as teens, for enabling this technological torture.

"Smile, you two! Oh, Denise is just going to eat this up," one of them, a spitfire in a 4'11 frame by the name of Mrs. Bouchard, exclaims to her co-conspirator, Ms. Johnston.

Then, to no one's surprise and Sid's chagrin, they giddily type out their respective messages to the local paper's equally-nosy editor-in-chief.

"Looks like we're front-page news again," you hum bashfully.

The tabby mewls in your arms. You curl into the little bundle of fur, lips landing between its delicate ears.

Sid studies you in his periphery as he slips in and out of heady contemplation, ultimately deciding he doesn't mind as much as he once did. "That we are..."

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eek! wait, why do i luv them already 🥹

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[yueichihara]

I'm just sitting here, eating leftover cake from my mum's bday, drinking some mate, when I come across Rafayel's catch 22 kindled.

So you see, I got Zayne and Sylus since I started playing at that time and had enough diamonds. I'd watched streams and a lot of videos for the other cards. Yet, somehow, MC biting Rafayel's neck completely eluded my search. I HAD watched Rafayel's, I was pretty sure I did.

Despite that, I'm sitting here, mouth hanging open at MC's boldness... girl, biting his neck is something I should do, not you 😭

[patchworkmelody]

Some vessels o mine! Though not that lower left later instar Kindled. I'm not happy with that one, I'll keep working on him

[iamshaquiry]

What have I done…

[deepspaceivy]

k-idol boyfriend caleb shared by @pinkcrispss via twitter

[moldwood]

You're making a game??? Where can I find it? Do you have a tag for it? I love your art!!

i actually am making a game and i was extremely surprised to get this ask because i didn't remember posting anything about it, so it's very funny and such a great coincidence that you asked anyway!! my friend @geopvnk and i are working on this project together. unfortunately exethanter is not in it :']

here's the characters who are though!

these six make up the party, and we're very excited for people to get to know them!

there isn't much more that we're ready to share at the moment as we've only just started revisiting this story after some time away, but we'll be posting about it under the tag "kindled." it will be a long time until we have more official updates, but we hope you look forward to it!

[panda-paco]

Stars are also on Earth

Birthday gift for Kindled from Sebastian. Happy birthday, Kindled!

A whole left-hand painting. Video of the process on the comment of this submission of my Telegram channel: https://t.me/panda_paco

I'm getting better of my arm/wrist problem, not at 100% yet but at least and I'm resuming little by little my right-hand drawings, but I need to go very slow on it, plus I will keep practicing left-hand drawings from time to time.

[holy-puckslibrary]

sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

oh, nothing... just them playing house doing a mentorship day and stirring up the rumor mill... another tuesday!

gif from @ehghtyseven

Sidney remains cautious around the local amateur matchmaker, adopting a level of vigilance, one not unlike that of the state he experienced while on duty, whenever she and her cohort openly collude on his behalf. Unfortunately for him—and anyone else audacious enough to be single in their vicinity, their movements are as unpredictable as they are assured to occur.

He could be milling around the market down the block from the station, or waiting for his order at the hole-in-the-wall café beside your shop—even his mailbox was fair game. Blissfully alone one minute, and the next? He's center stage as Halifax's Most Eligible Bachelor, unwittingly sifting through a rolodex of eager contestants, many of whom present in name only.

Their community wasn't remarkable small, but it was quiet. So, Sid could understand the appeal. The residents, many of whom were nearing retirement or already had been for several years, had little else to fuss over. It wasn't uncommon for a single person to become a central topic of conversation at the bingo table or the church pew. Everyone got their turn.

But, of the community's ever-dwindling pool, Sidney Crosby is most definitely the favorite, with you not far behind.

When you arrived, Sid breathed a sigh of relief. Fresh meat meant that, at least a little while, the heat would be off his back. He could go about his business without a peanut gallery or having to stand trial over the state of his (non-existent) romantic life.

It felt somewhat callous to hope for someone else's life to be probed and scrutinized the way his has been, but his reprieve was long overdue. And it wasn't as though he intended for you to fend for yourself. He knew firsthand how relentless Madame Matchmaker—as she liked to be called—could be, and therefore, he could be a vital resource and a nice shoulder to lean on.

You were receptive to his aid and grateful for his kindness, and while Sidney anticipated this alliance of sorts would be largely one-way, he was pleasantly surprised to realize a positive, unintended consequence—a deterrence to meddling. With you by his side, Sidney was approached significantly less.

You both were.

And you knew why. It wasn't hard to connect the dots; appearing together effectively marked you as "off-limits," and, therefore, not worth their time or help.

However, it soon became clear the rouse worked a little too well. And, unwilling to fabricate a half-truth or outright lie, the horde of Cupids found reason to descend with renewed fervor. This time, with a fresh initiative: to bring their fantastical assumptions to fruition.

Today's doings were further fodder, and the pile of pooped toddlers curled between you being the chief culprits.

For nearly eight hours, you looked and behaved like a stereotypical nuclear family out for field trip. The day began with a breakfast spread seated at your breakfast nook and a leisurely stroll through the neighborhood. Then, a trip to your shop for a light lesson in floriculture and an introduction to bouquet arrangement, before the four of you made your way to the station for an edu-chat on fire prevention and safety. And, of course, a gear try-on and (assisted) turns with the fire hose. (Sidney wishes he would've snuck a photo of you donning his helmet.)

As the sun slipped closer to the horizon, you crumpled onto a bench framing the park in the center of town.

Managing two children together for Mentor Day seemed less daunting than going it alone, and it had been—but at what cost?

The hushed giggles just within earshot are measure enough.

"We're never going to hear the end of this, are we?"

Sidney hides his splitting grin behind his hand, all too aware of the typical spectators not two yards from where you're sat. It was best to find amusement in their meddling whenever possible.

"Definitely not," he concurs.

You lapse into comfortable silence, as you usually do around this hour on one of your back porches. The fading sun paints the town square in a buttery golden light soon after. Neither of you can resist stealing glances, open and lingering, too eager to watch the color dance across the other's face to worry about public perception and speculation.

Tired eyes tracking over your face, Sidney hums, "Today was a good day."

He watches you nod in agreement, a dreamy little smile pulling at your mouth. Behind the children's heads, your warm fingers tangle in his. His heart thuds when your hand gently squeezes his three times.

"Yeah, it was."

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someone let me give him kids! now!

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[kylominis]

I need more clingy Xavi [♡]

[katsukiizmoon]

*coughs* as the number one katsuki with a kindle supporter... I. I just. Hnngh.

Katsuki grunts on the couch from his spot. He uses his thumb to flick to the next page on his Kindle and chews his bottom lip. And you're... turned on.

He's so comfortable splayed out on the couch, topless and in sweats. Blonde locks of hair fluffed up and messy from a recent nap. A small blanket is draped over his lap. The low hum of the AC fills the house but if you listen quietly enough you can hear him breathing or adjusting from time to time.

Katsuki's gotten so.. so beefy in the past few months. He's bulking— some shit to do with the gym. What it really means is that your big, hot, pro hero lover is eating his fill. And oh god it is doing things to you.

He's been so relaxed lately. There's something about the little pouch of chub over his lower tummy. The way his chest and arms look. Probably the best part about all of this is that the doctor said he's actually healthier this way. Being too lean puts strain on the body.

Your feet wiggle in their place as you gawk at him. Previously you'd trotted your way across the cool flooring and into the kitchen for a water bottle refill. But it seems that your mind has.. other ideas.

Katsuki swipes to the next page and you slink into the living room, water bottle forgotten to mingle with the counter. You come to an abrupt halt and let out a strangled noise when you face him. If you thought he looked hot from in the other room.. fuck.

There's a pair of reading glasses he bitched about getting perched on the bridge of his nose. Ruby red eyes sleepy and half lidded, yet his lips are slick and glistening from his tongue. He glances up and raises an amused brow.

"Can i help you?" Katsuki drawls, kindle now resting against his knee.

You're on him like butter on bread. You plant yourself on across his lap and kiss him silly. There's no need to hesitate, lips parting to swipe your tongue over the seam of his. He's startled at first and puffs out a laugh into it before he falls back. Your hands firmly press on the expanse of his large chest, then slide their way down the sides of his ribs.

You pull away, both gasping for air.

"You are just. God." You huff out, flushed and warm all over.

"I'm god?" Katsuki snickers, hands finding their way to your hips. He gets a kick out of this, you think.

"You're – yeah, something like that. Just-" you moan "- baby you're gonna be the death of me." You finish. You're going to kiss the fuck out of him again as soon as you get ahold of yourself.

[bea-lele-carmen]

✨️Kindled ✨️

[moldwood]

And we terrify each other and act obscene The world is just a used pinball machine Strange fluids occupy the shine on your lips Is this what it feels like to feel like this?

[kindlingw1tch]

:3 drew this for valentines day and now its march 1st lol oopsies

[joellesolo]

Onyx Storm spoilers

Xaden: Yes, the table is broken. Now, what do you need? Ridoc: You two totally broke it, didn't you? Like that armoire no one was supposed to notice getting hauled out of her room during first year? Mira: The what?