#and i just want like. a hug. and a nap. and :(

[mangooes]

Lullabies

It was a quiet afternoon in the Onychinus manor — the kind of rare peace that made even the walls exhale. (Name) had curled up on the long velvet couch after lunch, her arms hugging a cushion, half-lidded eyes fluttering shut. Staryus, their pet husky, lay sprawled near her feet, snoring softly. The TV screen buzzed in the background, playing some random soap she didn’t really care about.

She didn’t even notice the soft pad of boots as Sylus entered the room.

But he noticed.

There she was. His wife. The bane of his sanity. The sunshine to his storm. Napping.

Alone.

Without him…?

With the smug grin of a man plotting sin, Sylus crept closer — his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. His white hair shifted with every movement, his black coat trailing behind like a shadow. He crouched just beside the couch like a dragon sizing up his prey, one knee on the cushions.

Then—

He leaned in towards her ears. A sinister smile tugged upon his lips.

“Gotcha.”

“—Mmfff?!”

Before (Name) could stir fully, Sylus pounced, sliding onto the couch and throwing one of his muscular arms around her head like a damn headlock. Her face squished into his bicep, muffled groans escaping as he laughed deeply, pulling her in like a human teddy bear.

“SY—MFFFGH—!”

“Hush now, sweetie,” he cooed mockingly, adjusting his grip like a possessive man in hunger. “It’s nap time. Let me soothe you.”

And then.

Then.

He began to sing.

Horribly.

“🎵~ Hush, my sweet little kitten, no more schemes today~

You tried to sneak a nap in, now you’re mine to slay~

Wrapped up like a burrito, in husbandly embrace~

Dream of snacks and mischief—while I lick your faaaace~ 🎵”

(Name) kicked.

Hard.

But she was still squished, muffled in his chokehold of doom. “YOUR SINGING SUCKS—MMFMFFF—”

His face scrunched up in mock offense, like the devil himself. “What was that? You want another verse?”

“I swear in the name of Astra, Sysy, I will—”

He kissed the top of her head dramatically. “Ahh, so much gratitude. A standing ovation. Truly, my talent is wasted on board meetings.”

(Name) wiggled violently in his grip, finally managing to yank her head free, hair sticking up everywhere as she glared at him like a furious kitten.

“Why are you like this?” Her brows were raised in question.

“Because I love you. The days feel way longer without you in my arms,” Sylus said innocently, and then suddenly tackled her again, pinning her back into the couch and snuggling into her neck. “And because you looked too peaceful sleeping without me… and here I thought I’m your sweet husband. Unacceptable.”

“You’re literally a plague.”

“A sexy one.”

“You’re suffocating me.”

“So? Don’t you usually ask me to be rough with you on bed?” he purred, brushing his nose along her jaw. “Which means deep down… you love it.”

She paused, her face red, flushed, a beat of silence stretching between them as his weight rested on her comfortably and her hands were trapped between them.

“…you,” she muttered. “You don’t get to make me feel like this.”

Sylus grinned, victorious. “Knew it.”

“Still no singing. Not the song.”

“Oh don’t worry,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’ve got a full album lined up for tonight.”

“Staryus,” she called out flatly. “Bite him.”

The said dog let out a huff in his sleep and rolled over.

Traitor.

And so (Name) lay pinned, Sylus snuggled into her like a smug dragon with his prize, singing god-awful lullabies while she hissed idle threats — and despite it all, her fingers curled into his shirt, smiling into his shoulder when she thought he wouldn’t notice.

He always noticed.

And he loved her for it.

- HEYAAAAA sorry for the short uh chapter not rlly one shot kinda ish, i’ve been busy with rls alot so i don’t rlly have the motivation to write 😞

[lxffy]

Hello! Could i get a marco x reader fluff, where the reader is an assistant doctor or like night doctor and is burning themselves out but hides well til they pass out in front of marco and marco got super worried and he takes care of them and freaking out like a mother hen. And when they wake he hugs them and goes plz take care of yourself i only have one you in this lifetime

☂︎ nevermore !

pairing: marco x gn!reader

notes: first time writing for marco … hope I did him justice! also I never know what to call this kind of post… is it a fic? maybe? yes? no?

In only a few days, an unknown illness spread like wildfire throughout Sphinx, preying primarily on young children and the elderly. Marco had quickly deduced it had transferred from a trading ship that landed a few days prior but would have never guessed it would take your small town by storm.

— the first night

It was the first time in a while that the two of you had to pull an all-nighter to care for sick patients. But the two of you were in sync, tending to patients with the utmost care and taking the right measurements to avoid getting infected yourself.

“Marco, where’s the extra antibiotics?”

“Right here, doc!”

Despite being his assistant, he always jokingly referred to you as ‘doc’ when the two of you were working, but the small smile that appeared on his face meant he truly admired your hard work.

But as the night turned into day, the two of you realized that the curtains of this epidemic were not falling anytime soon.

— missed check-ins

Days passed, and you and Marco were overwhelmed with patients from left to right. There was barely any time to rest—you were missing meals to take naps that lasted minutes before springing back up to take care of the next patient. The last decent conversation you had with Marco felt like ages ago, and only time could tell when you’d have another quiet moment with him.

You and Marco had designated times to check in with each other, but with so many patients that needed immediate care, the check-ins became scribbles on post-it notes scattered in the office. During a brief passing, Marco noticed something slightly off with your demeanor.

“Y/n, if you need a break, take one. You’ve been running around since—,”

“It’s okay, Marco. Don’t worry about me—see?”

You smiled weakly, trying to force your eyelids from drooping so low. You knew you could use a break, and yet the influx of patients was too great to ignore. Your only option was to keep on moving.

Marco frowned, wishing he was able to take on the burden himself. Just before he was about to say something else, another patient had walked in with a yelp. His face was plastered with worry as he glanced back at you, and you simply gave a nod of approval before heading to the storage to pick up some more supplies. You didn't want him to worry about you when there were patients' lives on the line.

— his regret

The long days of the mysterious illness were finally coming to an end, and with the help of a temporary assistant, the burden of the entire epidemic had slightly been lifted off of your shoulders. But before you could get to your last patient, your movements slowed and suddenly your world turned black. The last thing you saw was a frantic Marco headed your way.

He was absolutely distraught. He noticed your unusual movements from the corner of his eye, dashing in your direction with unrivaled speed when he realized you were fainting. Marco was never one to show his emotions so blatantly, but your limp body in his arms had his worst nightmares turning into a reality.

“Y/n? Y/n!”

You were alive—thank fuck. But you were knocked out cold which meant anything could happen. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead—a fever. How could he have missed this? His worries earlier were spot on, but they somehow slipped past him.

Marco was quick to take action. The remaining patients could be taken care of by the temp, so he took the responsibility of nursing you back to health. Within minutes, he’d gathered your things and took you back to your home.

As you slept, he took care of you with quiet fervor. He was never gone for more than a few seconds at a time, making sure he was watching your every move. When he settled beside your bed after changing your clothes into something more comfortable, he did something quite uncharacteristic.

Marco closed his eyes as his calloused hands gently brought your hand to his lips, and he murmured,

“Y/n, please—please, wake up soon.”

And as if on command, your eyes slowly opened. His head was down as he silently prayed for your good health. You watched him quietly, unaware that he could be such a worrywart. It made you laugh, but just the slightest bit.

“I’m right here, Marco.”

He lifted his head with such force, you'd think something had yanked his head up. But the look in his eyes told you everything. He carefully pulled you toward his body, his arms wrapping around you so tight that you thought he was trying to merge the two of you into one.

“You’re the only one I have in this life, Y/n. Please, promise me that you’ll take care of yourself.”

[bts-preference]

8. You haven’t seen each other in a while

Namjoon: When he sees you, a wave tsunami of relief and happiness washes over him. Caught off guard by such strong emotions, he begins crying but does not realize it until you begin wiping away the tears rolling down his cheeks. "Don't cry, Joonie," you coo as you start to tear up, too. He pulls you close again and buries his face in the crook of your neck - half trying to hide his embarrassment from crying in front of you, half just not wanting to let go of you yet. You stay like that until he feels steadier. When he pulls backs, he says, "I promise we will never, ever go that long without seeing each other again."

Jin: In anticipation of his homecoming, you and Jin had already decided on an evening of takeout, a movie, and cuddles. However, as you wait for him, your jitters get the best of you, and you end up cooking one of his favorite meals. By the time he gets home, the meal is on the table; the table has been set; candles have been lit; wine has been poured. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight, "(Y/N), this is all for me?" You try to play it off with a shrug of your shoulders, but he stops you by pulling you into his arms. "Don't do that," he says, "You did a fantastic job - I am so thankful to be home with you."

Yoongi: Not expecting him to be home for a few more hours, you are startled when you hear the lock on your front door unlatch and the door swing open. You rush to see what is happening and are greeted by him strolling in, just as nonchalant as ever, like he was just getting back from running an errand. "Yoongi!" you exclaim, closing the gap between you and wrapping your arms around him, "I've missed you." "I've haven't been gone that long," he begins to say, but when you hug him tighter he changes his mind. "I've missed you, too, (Y/N)," he says instead, practically melting in your arms.

Hoseok: "Now, (Y/N)," he says, as he empties the contents of a shopping tote onto your dining room table, "Don't say I never got you anything." Not picking up on your slight surprise by the amount of presents he brought home for you, he launches into an explanation of each item, especially focused on explaining why he chose it for you. "Thank you," you say when he finishes, extremely touched by the thought he put into each gift, "But you know you don't have to bring me home anything." "I know," he replies, shrugging, "But I can't help it - you deserve all this and more for putting up with me."

Taehyung: As you enter your apartment, just having been reunited with him, you ask him what he wants to do first. He doesn't respond (at least not with words), and instead, he kicks off his shoes before taking your hand - he leads you to the couch in your living room. To your amusement, he still does not say anything as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down with him onto the couch so that you're both laying down, suddenly cuddling. He grabs ahold of the blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it over both of you. "Cuddles, nap - just being with you," he finally answers, "Everything else can wait."

Jimin: And since he won't be home for a little longer, he decides to fly you out to see him. His staff picks you up from the airport and brings you to the hotel he is staying in. When you arrive at his room, you take a deep breath and swipe the keycard given to you - you hear the door unlock and you slowly open the door. "Jimin?" you ask, peeking into the room, where you spot him immediately. "(Y/N)!" he exclaims. He moves swiftly and you quickly find yourself in his arms, being twirled around while he manages to pepper kisses across your face before finally kissing your lips.

Jungkook: When he finally gets home, he finds you sleeping on the couch. And as excited as he was to see you, he couldn't blame you - after 1 delayed flight, bad traffic, and several other mishaps, he was getting home way later than expected. Knowing you have all day tomorrow, he presses a kiss to your forehead and covers you with a blanket. As he tries to tiptoe from the living room, though, he hears you call for him. When he turns back, you are sitting up, holding your arms out to him. Without hesitation, he rushes back to you and pulls you into his arms. "I'm sorry for making you wait," he breathes.

Author's Note: Alright, who wants to come with me to kidnap Yoongi back from the military? I can't wait 9 more days. /j

[pineconepie]

If there is an ask like this then ignore mine 👌

I be wonderin how those god parents would be reactin if their kid was like in constant pain after the ritual, maybe it kinda backfired. Like it could be horrible in some days or decent in other days but still in constant pain. The kids face havin that face where ya try to act normal when ya havin like the worse cramp or pain ever.

I like ya writin btw, ya deserve an applause 👏👏👏👏

Aww tysm!! <3

Winter would feel very guilty (while not regretting any of their actions). He'd be tending to every tiny need you have.

While he loves taking naps throughout the day, he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink knowing his little one is in pain :(( he'd just quietly watch you when you sleep. Even though he knows realistically you can't die, he still has a fear of that somehow still happening.

Spring would be the most emotional, without a doubt. He'd cry and blubber how sorry he is, even if he too doesn't regret anything.

He'd be too emotional to really leave your side; if you ask something from him, he's yelling for one of the others to do it, because he just doesn't want to leave. He has healing abilities, so he'd try his best to help with that, but it'd only dull the pain a tiny bit.

Summer doesn't know what to do, and is internally panicking. He's trying his best,,, but he accidentally makes it worse. Hugs you a little too tightly, pats you on the back a little too hard, talks a little too loudly.

He doesn't feel any guilt from the ritual, but he does feel guilt about accidentally making it worse. He's just the most physically strong god that he sometimes underestimates his strength, and overestimates everyone else's </3

Autumn is the most responsible about it. He's emotional, but he tries to hide it, believing it to be for your sake, giving himself a more calm composure. Sometimes you'll see it crack. When you cry in pain or clutch a sore area, his voice will crack and he'll need to step out of the room for a moment.

But he still knows the exact words to say, still knows exactly what foods to make you, how to alleviate the pain as much as possible, what kind of comfort you want, and what you need.

He's recited just for this moment ever since they all acquired you.

[sturnzsblog]

empty dreams and false promises 36

summary: y/n life changes and not for the best she is forced to move in with three people that she barely knows. She ends up falling for one of these strangers, but who will it be?

Warnings: mentions of death, stalking, drugs ( not actual use) and smut! this is for all parts of the story! please let me know if i missed any!

I stood by the tall glass windows at the gate, watching the New York skyline blur into fog. The sky was painted in heavy gray, almost as if it knew I was leaving something behind. My fingers curled around the strap of my bag, and in my chest, everything felt tight. Not suffocating like it used to—but heavy, like a door slowly closing.

Chris’s arm slid around my waist. He didn’t say much. He didn’t have to.

“You did good,” he whispered against my hair.

I turned to look at him. “I don’t feel good.”

He looked down at me with that patient, soft gaze he always saved just for me. “You will.”

⸻

Matt was snoring softly by the window seat, head tilted back with his mouth open. Jimmy sat beside me and chris whispering something to Chris about what he was going to eat the moment we landed.

“I need like… four breakfast burritos,” he muttered, making Chris snort beside me.

I rested my head on Chris’s shoulder, letting the hum of the plane lull me. The city I was born in slowly disappeared beneath the clouds.

I thought about my dad. About standing over his grave and not falling apart like I thought I would. I thought about the girl I used to be in that house in Brooklyn—the one who was always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I’m leaving something behind…” I whispered to myself, barely audible. “But also taking a piece with me.”

Chris’s hand found mine and didn’t let go.

⸻

The second we walked into Chris’s house, I felt it. That shift.

Before, it was a safe place to hide. Now, it felt like something more.

Home.

Jimmy ran straight to the kitchen. “I swear I can smell takeout. Who left food in here?”

Matt dragged the luggage inside, muttering about how he needed a nap. Chris lingered behind me at the door, watching me quietly.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s weird.”

“What is?”

“I don’t feel like a guest anymore.”

His eyes softened. “That’s ‘cause you’re not.”

⸻

IV. New Year’s Eve Begins

The backyard sparkled with string lights draped from the trees. There was a bonfire crackling gently in the pit. Music played from the speaker on the porch—old classics and soft indie stuff.

Lisa showed up first, a bottle of sparkling cider in one hand and mittens on both. Nate came running in five minutes later wearing a massive top hat that said “2026” in glitter.

“Oh my God,” I laughed. “You look like a New Year’s traffic cone.”

“You love it,” he winked, pulling me into a hug.

We were all bundled in jackets and hoodies, passing around hot cider and joking about how terrible Matt was at lighting sparklers. I took photos of everyone—Chris with a sparkler, Jimmy dancing like a dad, Matt pretending to roast a marshmallow on a lighter.

Then Chris came up behind me and wrapped a blanket over both of our shoulders. I leaned into him without thinking.

It felt… warm. Real.

“Hey,” Chris said, taking my hand gently. “Come with me?”

He led me to the side yard where the crowd and laughter faded. The night sky opened above us, stars barely visible behind clouds.

And then the fireworks started.

Red, gold, green explosions filled the sky.

Chris looked at me, his face lit in color. “I know this year wasn’t easy for you… but you made it. And I’m so proud of you.”

I didn’t mean to cry. I didn’t want to. But suddenly it all poured out—grief, fear, relief, and something I couldn’t name.

“I didn’t think I’d get through it,” I whispered. “But I did. I lost so much… but I gained something too.”

Chris pulled me in, holding me close. “You didn’t lose everything. You found yourself.”

His lips brushed mine. And then he kissed me—slow, grounding, while fireworks lit the night around us.

⸻

VI. Midnight – Happy New Year

The countdown echoed from the backyard.

“10… 9… 8…”

Chris and I returned to the group. I saw Lisa standing beside Matt, both of them holding sparklers.

“5… 4… 3…”

I stood surrounded by people I loved.

“2… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Cheers erupted. Fireworks screamed. And then Chris leaned in and kissed me again. I smiled into it.

Matt kissed Lottie. She beamed up at him after.

We all hugged—Nate, Lottie, Jimmy, Chris, Matt. It felt like every part of me was alive.

Hours later, after everyone had calmed down and the fire burned low, I walked into the kitchen to grab water.

Matt was leaning against the fridge, red-cheeked, texting someone.

“You and Lisa were cute tonight,” I said casually.

He blinked. “She’s cool.”

I smirked. “Matthew. You’re blushing.”

“I am not!”

“Oh my God, you are!”

He turned redder and let out a flustered giggle before practically running out. “Shut up!”

His bedroom door slammed, and I laughed until I had to sit down.

⸻

Later that night, I was curled up in bed wearing my dad’s old hoodie—the one I’d taken to New York.

The room was quiet. My journal lay open in my lap.

“I think I’ve found where I’m supposed to be. Not because everything’s perfect, but because I’m not running anymore.”

I put the journal down and padded softly downstairs.

Chris was asleep on the couch, his arm draped over the back, mouth slightly open.

I curled beside him, and he stirred, blinking once before smiling.

“You okay?” he murmured.

I nodded. “Yeah… I am.”

He pulled the blanket over both of us and tucked me in close.

The first sunrise of the new year spilled soft gold through the window.

I watched the light stretch across the floor, touching everything gently.

And for the first time in a long, long time…

“For the first time in a long time… I feel like I’m home.”

YAY!!!

all done

Janae 💋

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[everwhovian]

Let's take a break from angst and just find out how InHo and his little brother watch cartoons 🙏💔

Yes! Thank you! I love angst, but seriously, you guys bled me dry with all the angst!! For me, cartoons were always a rainy day activity! So Jun-ho will curl up on the couch while he waits for his hyung ❤️

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

The rain had been falling since lunchtime.

Not the dramatic kind, not stormy or loud – just soft and steady, the kind that drummed gently against the classroom windows and made everything feel slower, sleepier.

Now it tapped against the living room glass in a quiet rhythm, like a lullaby just for him.

Jun-ho had kicked off his shoes at the door the second he got home, his socks damp from the puddles, his school uniform already wrinkled. He tossed his backpack somewhere near the shoe rack and made a beeline for the couch, dragging the big fluffy blanket down from its usual spot on the armrest.

Cartoons were a must. Rainy days and cartoons just went together. It was a rule. Probably.

He scrolled through the channels until he found the one with the funny animation he liked – bright colors, silly voices, just the right amount of chaos. He curled up with the blanket pulled over his shoulders and the remote in his lap, letting the warm hum of the TV and the quiet rain soak into his bones.

Outside was all grey and puddles. Inside was soft and warm.

The cartoon characters were running through a haunted house now. One of them had fallen through a trapdoor and was shouting dramatically for help. Jun-ho giggled under his breath. He knew it’d be fine. It was always fine in the end.

He shifted deeper into the cushions, tucking his legs under himself. His eyes felt heavy, but he didn’t want to nap. Not yet. Not while the cartoon was still on. Not while he was waiting.

Because even with the blanket and the TV and the soft lighting – something was still missing.

He kept glancing toward the door.

Waiting.

And then, finally, the sound he’d been hoping for – the faint jingle of keys, the click of the lock, the low creak of the front door opening.

Jun-ho shot upright, blanket still wrapped around him like a cape.

“Hyung!” he yelled, already halfway off the couch.

In-ho stepped through the door, rain still clinging to his shoulders, uniform damp at the collar, the tired weight of his shift trailing behind him like a second coat.

He barely had time to close the door before something small and warm barreled into him.

Jun-ho, blanket and all.

“Whoa – hey,” In-ho said, laughing, barely catching his balance as two arms wrapped tight around his middle. “You a ghost now? You haunting the couch?”

Jun-ho just hugged tighter. “You’re late.”

“I’m five minutes early.”

“You’re still late,” Jun-ho insisted, his voice muffled against In-ho’s jacket. “I was waiting.”

In-ho smiled. His hand came up to ruffle his brother’s hair, fingers still cold from outside. “Well, I’m here now.”

Jun-ho pulled back, only enough to grab his wrist and tug him toward the living room like it was an emergency.

“Come sit. You missed the best part. The guy fell in a hole! But he’s okay. I think. You have to see.”

In-ho toed off his shoes, dropped his bag by the door, and let himself be dragged – still rain-damp, still exhausted – toward the warmth of the couch and the glow of the TV.

Jun-ho climbed back into his spot and waited, expectant, until In-ho finally dropped down beside him.

Immediately, Jun-ho leaned in, pressing his side against him, blanket half-draped over both of them now.

The cartoon characters screamed dramatically on the screen, running from a ghost that looked more like a floating sock than anything scary.

Jun-ho giggled.

In-ho let his head tip back against the couch, letting his eyes flick to the screen and then back to his little brother, who was already mouthing along to the next line of dialogue like he��d watched this a dozen times before.

“Did you already have a snack?” In-ho asked softly.

Jun-ho nodded. “Milk and tteok. Eomma left them.”

“You save any for me?”

“No,” Jun-ho said, then grinned. “But I can share my blanket.”

In-ho let out a quiet chuckle, dropping one arm around Jun-ho’s shoulders and pulling him in a little closer.

Outside, the rain kept falling – soft and steady.

Inside, everything felt warm and full.

And just for a moment, In-ho forgot the ache in his back, the noise of the city, the mess of his day. It all slipped away as Jun-ho let out another soft giggle, and leaned a little heavier against his side.

The cartoon kept playing. The rain tapped softly against the window. And In-ho, with his little brother curled against his side and the warmth of home finally settling around him, let himself breathe.

Just like this, he thought.

Just like this was enough.

[bexstevie]

stevie hums, cuddling up with jindallae as he listens to the other speak. "yeah?" he says, half distracted with getting himself comfortable again while also pondering the question of wanting to eat cute things. is cannibalism a form of cuteness aggression? stevie laughs, bright and pleased-- the kiss jindallae plants on his cheek following his eating confession has him cheesing. the blonde practically blooms under affection, pliant and malleable in the face of jindallae's endearment. the nip at his cheek has him squawking out in protest, but he doesn't move away. he elbows him in reprimand, although it's weak, and stevie flops further into jindallae's space like he doesn't even care anyway.

"a match made in heaven," stevie comments, the smile on his face syrupy with sweetness. sitting up a bit in his excitement at jindallae's agreement, his teeth are bright in the wideness of his grin. "a sous-chef? oh hell yeah!" childishly, he fist pumps-- as if there were any doubt jindallae wouldn't let him help even a little. stevie's persuasive, and he's finding that jindallae has a hard time saying no to him. "i'm a good learner! as long as i don't get distracted." which-- he hopes he won't. the kitchen can be a dangerous place, and stevie's a bit of a sucker when it comes to his boyfriend. how is he not going to want to hug him suddenly if they're that close? "i've helped a liiittle bit in the kitchen, so i've got some experience." stevie's managed himself as a teen, making dinner for him while his dad was locked up in his room working (or doing drugs. stevie hasn't figured that one out yet).

they probably should finish up here. it's been nice-- and the day has only just started, even if stevie is due for a nap. he huffs out a laugh at the handsy comment, shrugging his shoulders. "s'okay. you know i'm never going to say no to cuddling." like now, with stevie pressed against the taller like he's going to start running any minute now. stevie's like a dog sometimes, always needing to be touching someone he cares about. "good plan to me." he hums in response, though it takes everything in him to pry himself off of jindallae. he does, but stevie does so with a pout-- and a selfish nuzzle of his cheek into jindallae's shoulder before he pulls away. "if i lay on you any longer i might actually fall asleep. you've got like...comfort aura or something." the smile on his face is dopey and cheesy.

it's overindulgent (and grossly cheesy), but whenever the two of them have moments like this, jindallae genuinely believes that he'd be content if time were to freeze around them and they'd remain like this forever. this relationship has shown him that peaceful romance is possible for him, and now, he never wants to take any steps backwards. thankfully, he won't really have to. as far as he's aware, the both of them are in this for the long haul. no matter how far stevie travels, or how chaotic his career becomes, jindallae is hopeful that they'll be able to keep things alive regardless of distance.

he hopes that stevie feels that way, too. loyalty is huge for him. it always has been. as he intends to extend a herculean level of devotion to his boyfriend, all he can hope is that he receives it back. it's a pretty big ask, but he's never been able to understand why people can't come at romantic unions with as much passion as he does. if he can do it, why can't they? jindallae knows it's not that simple, everyone has baggage, but his point still stands.

the way stevie touches him, leans against him, and amplifies their physical affection elicits a deep, content sigh from jindallae. he feels every muscle in his body release any tension they were holding onto, which is a shocking feat for him. this sensation is so foreign, but he's learning to call it home little-by-little. "you know how they say that, when people are really cute, it makes you want to eat them?" he asks, then pauses, rhetorical. "well, i wanna eat you." he teases, then motions over to stamp a kiss onto stevie's cheek, then 'bites' it with his lips, kind of as if he's 'biting' into some ice cream, so he doesn't hurt him at all.

"i'm the best chef in korea and you're my favorite food. a mighty high honor, if i do say so myself..." jindallae laughs, then is overjoyed to see how stevie alights whenever he mentions showing him secret recipes and cooking some for him. the fact that his boyfriend wants to be involved in his craft means the world to him. he can never say no to him either, so when stevie asks if he can help, jindallae shrugs and nods his head. "yeah, you can be my sous-chef. we'll get you an apron and a hat; whatever you need. i've been told i'm a decent teacher, too, so who knows? maybe you'll become a chef someday too."

hearing how stevie wants the rest of their day to go, jindallae nods; happy to make it happen. "why don't we finish up here, go take our nap, then we can start prepping for dinner? i'll try not to get too handsy while we nap, but i also... can't make any promises." scrunching his nose, he knows that he's weak to how cuddly his sweetheart is... not to mention how sexy and attractive he finds him, too. "that sound cool to you, baby?"

[eaterofdust]

Toothless: comparison and art study

There is something to be said for the Toothless's of the non-book HTTYD with each being different from each other. The Animated Toothless is iconic in it's design, a cat-like predator which takes only one look for the viewer to know that he is fast. The Live Action Toothless is still cat-like, and yet... too human-ish, like the eyes of HTTYD2 Hookfang. It is the unholy offspring of HTTYD3 Toothless and baby Godzilla. The Live Arena is spikier and bulkier, with a more reptilian and classical dragon appearance and yet is recognisable all the same.

Action Toothless is most bland in colours, with an incredibly unrealistic nearly pure black hue and lack of patterns. The Animated version fares better, with a faint blue hue (which is lacking in these images but real all the same) and patterns across his back and wings. Finally, the Arena Toothless. He has pink around his maw and toes, and though lacking in patterns continues the blue hue.

Interestingly, both Arena and Action Toothless lack the exaggerated scales on their ear plates, instead having a more striped texture like a horn of some sort.

Neck wise, Action Toothless is the outlier, an 'S' curve to it whereas the other two- while still having a mammalian posture- are far more reptilian in their slant. For all three, they have exaggerated scales around the spines that begin only around the shoulder area.

For faces, Animated Toothless is certainly the most complex, a flat shape that slips into a slope at the bridge of the nose and a (mind you, flexible) beak shape at the end of the nostril. His spines begin at the "front" of his eye corners and ends at the end of them (please note the third eyebrow is also error, to which I apologize greatly). Arena Toothless has a rounded flat shape, bulging out at the bridge of the nose, and having a far more exaggerated shape and yet removing the beak element to it. He has the primary row of head spikes, starting from the start of the bridge of his nose and ending at his ear-plates. His secondary row of spines, hardest to see, starts at the front of his eyes and ends at the end of his slight head indent. The third row of spines start at the beginning slant of his brows and ends at his primary ear-plates. Action Toothless also loses the slight beak, instead having the shape but with lips. He has the least flat head and the most visible brows. His spikes begin between his eyes and ends at his first ear-plates. Action Toothless is the only of the free to have more than 4 protrusions to each side of his head.

There is little to be said on head shape: Animated is somewhere between a U and a V depending on expression, vaguely snake-like; Action is a lot blunter and thicker, with more defined cheekbones and having a narrower top. The Arena is merely speculative, but likely is a oval of some kind with the same general shape.

It's fairly obvious that Action Toothless is attempting to appear less dangerous and much cuter. Such a head shape is poor for his aerodynamics, as his original head shape gave him the arrow/jet-like physics, but this lesser head shape will result only in creating more drag for the dragon who's main (if only) hunting tactic is to dive at speeds to break the sound barrier.

Posture has previously been discussed for necks, but in terms of body shape they all follow the trend of a larger chest and thinner lower body (Do not ask what happened to Animated's tail. Please.) Arena has the thickest and shortest tail, held in a dinosaur position. His wings are small, curved with fin-like secondary wings. Action Toothless has a more sloped back, and a tail consistently held low to the ground. His wings are smallest, secondary wings mimicking that of the third movie with how they are nearly folded. Animated Toothless (only from the first movie as GOTNF does use a separate model) has the longest, thinnest tail that is usually either in contact from the ground or held up. His wings and secondary wings overlap each other slightly, with the thickest connecting skin to the body.

Looking closer at the wings of the Toothlessi, it's perhaps equally surprising as not that the Animated's are the most realistic*. All the wings have connecting tissue between wing arms, creating a near flat point until fingers begin to diverge. Arena Toothless has a bulky shoulder joint, and two claws that disrupt the general shape. He has 4 wing fingers, at least 2 of which seems to be fairly straight, and a wavy texture to his webbing. Action Toothless has an oddly thin forearm, 5 wing fingers (which is most realistic as they are fingers- something that Hookfang's design tried to mimic but failed) with the primary being far, far shorter than the secondary, making his wings also appear significantly smaller than they truly are. Said wing fingers are also thick, though not pictured here. The Animated Toothless has 6 fingers, the primary being longest and surprisingly thick arms!

*Fun Fact: The Live Arena Plush has his wings and is actually capable of gliding! It is quite enjoyable.

All Toothless designs contain heavy scale coverage of both front and back legs, and spikes to the front. Interestingly, the Animated Toothless is the only one to be plantigrade rather than digitigrade, as well as appearing to have a slight webbing to his joint though this is equally as likely to be a meshing error. Both Action and Arena go for sharp claws atop paws rather than the flexible and dulled claw of the animated toothless, and thick plating to his rear legs. Both Arena and Animated appear to be stockier than the Live Action, which has lankier, thinner legs.

There is little else to be said between designs. For Hookfang, I brought my own most pressing issue, but Toothless? There is nothing to be said for his head has already been examined.

The only real difference between Animated and Arena Hiccup is their shirt, otherwise a ditto. Action Hiccup differs in that he wears two shirts (see multiple sleeves), lacks a boob window and has a hood. Oh wait, no, the fur of his boots is also a different colour. With such a variation to the designs, it would simply take too long to compare everything and so I shall end on this:

Arena Toothless leans into being a powerful dragon, Animated Toothless leans into being elegant and the Action Toothless was bred into domestication over the time of Vikings to now.

There is such a lack of difference between the Hiccups there is nothing to be said- which seemingly most of the other teens do not follow in.

[ohhcinnybuns]

Tonight's thoughts: Chuuya Nakahara comforts Dazai Osamu as a tag on ao3.

[buwheal]

I try so hard to be nice. Seeing spamton so distressed makes me feel awful. I wanna reach through his screen, give him a hug and tell him it’ll be okay. But I’m nothing but a letter to him. Words on a screen he can easily ignore.

I want him to be happy, I want to whisk away every single bad ask and wrap spamton up in a blanket and give him the warmth and love he deserves. I really, really wish I could.

I suppose for now sending this will do. Thank you for the amazing stories, bu ❤️‍🩹 you’ve genuinely broken my heart for this poor man, I cannot wait to see more

But he hasn't. He doesn't ignore what you guys say. He really really cares about what you say, in fact. Easily ignorable, but he is paying attention. Anyways, thanks :-)

[krisalyce]

alright keepblr how do we feel about stray cat tam

[lavampira]

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[buddieroommates]

why is everyone having an absolutely miserable time right now the sun's not even setting before 7pm

[theanonymousninja247]

Pretty Random Turtle Thunks

Just finished watching the first season of 2003 TMNT, and my thoughts are as follows *ahem* Leo: babeh boy

Raph: babe

Donnie: babyyyyyy

Mikey: bb

[intertexts]

thinking abt new haven wards cuddle pile.

[imeanwhynotbruv]

Bitchin

Soft

Sad