#but also??? big warm and holdable

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hi

Can we have some prompts for what it's like to hug the tadc cast?

What it's like hugging the TADC cast!

bro i want a patty melt so mf bad ive literally never had one but it looks so yummy idc if its just a burger on texas toast i wanna eat that!!!!!!!!! short post btw!! (i say, as i make it longer than first intended)

CAINES:

very small and holdable. depending on the size difference you can just carry him around like its no big deal... feels just like holding a person since his body is human shaped... might have to move your head since his teeths are very large.... solid 9/10 imo

POMNI:

similar to caine thanks to her shape but i think she would be very squishy. she looks like she would be squishy, dont you think? i think its because of her design and her at the beginning trying to take off her headset shows shes kinda squishy n soft... but maybe thats just the digital worlds physics and everyone is like that... she looks like she would squeak if you squeezed her... 8/10 she gets one point off because sometimes the squeezing can be annoying but she cant help it

RAGATHA:

very soft and plush, said several times that i see her as a literal doll so she feels like one of those plush dolls. shes warm, i think... like sure shes a doll but she looks like she would radiate warmth, cant explain why.. like caine and pomni have normal body heats but ragatha is just a touch warmer.. 10/10, would love to cuddle with her and nap

JAX:

not squishy!! but not... hard... like he has a little give if that makes sense. like, normal average skinny person squish, i think. normal body temperature. oddly smooth which can be a little weird since hes a bunny, so you would expect fur... but no hes just smooth. but not smooth like a shaved person, smooth like a weird rubber. weird. 7/10 imagine it gets hot one day and he just. gets sticky. one time we accidentally left my dogs rubber ball out in the heat outside and it got sticky. sticky jax. sticky jax gets a 4/10

KINGER:

very. hard. now we're getting into the characters who arent that huggable, which makes me so sad because i love kinger sm. he cant really hug back. like sure he can hold you in his hands but thats a little different than being able to wrap his arms around you... hes hard, too, being a chess piece... not very warm.. however his robe does a bit to make him softer and a little warmer so its not too totally terrible as long as youre not like. CLINGING onto him... kinger i love you but youre getting a 6/10

ZOOBLE:

see where kinger has some saving grace with his robe, zooble is just. naked. plus i think they would feel like plastic, with the main body being like. solid hard plastic. their limbs are obviously also plastic. its like holding a giant child's toy... very cold, too, the only heat zooble has is the heat that comes from your own body... 3/10 im sorry zooble

GANGLE:

no body heat, but like at least its not hard plastic... but theres hardly anything there... can hold you back but you cant really feel it, like ghost touches pretty much... since gangle is just ribbons, what more did we expect? 4/10, extra point simply because gangle hugs arent as unpleasant as zoobles

[sunshine-draws]

"Won't you take my hand?"

∙⊱⋅ Hi! Hello! I would like to present my headcanons of the TWST characters and if their hands are warm or freezing cold like mine

∙⊱⋅Fluff, Headcanons, All students except for Grim

Heartslabyul

Riddle: He has cold hands. Dainty, cold hands. They're really pretty, don't get me wrong! He just chooses to cover them most of the time due to the poor blood circulation in them, making them forever cold. He wears mittens in the winter but gloves in public. Riddle doesn't like to admit he has cold hands, and if someone brings it up, they're in for a decapitation /hj. His hands are an overall 5/10 for holding, but 10/10 appearance-wise because it's cute when he wears mittens that have hedgehog patterns on them

Trey: This man has VERY warm hands. For some reason, they always smell like freshly baked goods and FEEL like something that just came out of an oven. His hands are relatively large, too! During the winter, just go up to him, grab his hands, and put them on your face. Just- Plop them on the sides of your face. Give it five minutes and your whole head will feel nice and warm. 100/10 would love to hold

Cater: Cater has warm hands, and are very fun to hold under normal circumstances. He'll take your hand in his, twirl you around, take a few selfies with you, and move on, but nothing extremely notable. However! All of his clones have REALLY cold hands. If Cater tries to tease you by surrounding you with clones, you can tell who the real one is by asking to hold hands with them. Cater is cute, I like him. His hands are 7/10 overall but are very comfy

Deuce: Also has cold hands, wears gloves to hide the fact. They're not as bad as Riddle, but they're significantly colder than Trey's. During the winter, I feel like he also wears fuzzy gloves and Ace pokes fun at him for it, but it's cute overall. His hands are very holdable otherwise, I rate them an 8/10

Ace: I am a simp. He automatically gets a 10/10.

JKJK— Ace has fairly warm hands! They're kinda calloused from his club, but his hands are super pretty! They're warm and comfy most of the time, but it depends on the weather since they could be really nice to hold at one moment, and then he would be trying to stick them on your back while you scream at how cold they are in the next. I love him, but he's a jerk.

... 7/10, but it's a 1000/10 for me because I'm down bad /hj

Savanaclaw

Leona: Leona has warm hands, that's all. Heavens knows if you're even able to get close enough to hold them to begin with, but his hands are TOASTY. Very large, warm hands. Am I biased? Yes. Absolutely. I want to hold Leona's hands very badly. 10/10. Chef's kiss. He would probably choke me if I tried holding his hands but it's okay /hj

Ruggie: His hands could be either-or. Most of the time they're warm, other times, they're just freezing and he's sticking them in his pockets to keep them warm. Ruggie also does the thing where he rubs his hands together when they get really cold, and I think it's cute because he tries to hide it when someone catches him. 7/10, but he gets a few bonus points because I'm biased and he's adorable

Jack: WARM HANDS!!! VERY BIG!!! COZY!!! AUGHH I WANNA HOLD THEM!!! Jack also has calloused hands, but they're SO comfy to hold. His hands are also MASSIVE, so he could just- Cover yours completely. Who needs mittens? You have Jack. I love Jack. Very good boy, 100/10. I am a simple woman. I want to hold Jack's hands and just keep them there.

Octavinelle

Azul: He has cold hands. Like Riddle, he doesn't like to admit it and tends to hide his hands in gloves. He claims that he wears them because it makes him look professional, but no. His hands are just VERY cold, and the Monstro Lounge has the AC going at full blast all the time, so he's shivering in the frickin lounge. Octopi live in warm waters. They can't handle the cold. Azul is trying his hardest, but his hands are a solid 3/10 at best, I'm sorry.

Jade: Jade also has cold hands, but they're not as bad as Azul's. It really depends on where he is, since they're usually warm when he goes out hiking, but their default state is most definitely cold. Jade's rather polite about it most of the time! He makes sure that he doesn't startle you by accidentally touching you with his... Bare, cold hands. I'm not sure what else I should say here, but I'm giving Jade a 5/10 overall, possibly a 6/10 because he's nice about it... Most of the time.

Floyd: Unlike Jade, Floyd has warm hands! They're calloused and rough, but significantly warmer than Azul's and Jade's combined. He sometimes gets pouty that he can't sneak up on people and shock them with freezing hands like Jade does (for troublemakers btw), so he occasionally just sticks them in a bucket of ice water to get the same effect. Floyd is a loose cannon. His hands are nice to hold when they're normal, but heaven forbid you fall victim to his ice bucket hands. 8/10 normally, 2/10 for the bucket hands.

Also! When the Leech twins pretend to be each other, you can figure out who is who by asking to hold their hands. Normally, the one with warmer hands is Floyd, unless they're super freezing. Otherwise... Yeah, that's still Floyd. Jade is the normal cold, Floyd turns into Elsa and laughs about it /hj

Scarabia

Kalim: WARM HANDS FOR THE SUNSHINE BOY. His hands are lovely. I love Kalim, and his hands are just the softest things you could ever imagine. Toasty marshmallows are what they are. I feel like Kalim ADORES taking your hand in his, keeping it nice and warm as you two walk. He definitely squeezes them whenever he gets excited too! Very sweet boy. He probably swings your arms while holding your hand and walking. 11/10 and like- A million points more for the enthusiasm

Jamil: Cold hands. Jamil has relatively cold hands. They’re usually warm because of the place he lives (both the Scalding Sands and Scarabia), but put him anywhere with air conditioning and his hands are as cold as ice. He is VERY temperature sensitive, and his hands can go from toasty to freezing after a few minutes. I have no idea what to rate them, so I'm giving him a 5/10

Pomefiore

Vil: Vil's hands are beautiful, but they're frigid most of the time. His hands are dainty and slender, but because of that, he has very little meat on there and the blood doesn't flow like a normal person's hands. They’re taken care of, his nails are gorgeous, and his palms are soft! The only issue is that he looks and feels like a corpse when he's sleeping— 9/10 only because they're freezing

Rook: I,,, Don’t know about him tbh 🧍 Rook's hands could be either-or. I think they're warm??? They seem like they're warm??? However, due to being a skilled huntsman, I feel like Rook can change his body temperature at will. You could either get nice warm hands to hold, or freezing hands that go along with his eerie smirk when he's trying to sneak up on you. ???/10, he kinda scares me- /hj

Epel: Warm hands! Epel's hands are definitely calloused and are a little red at the knuckles/palms. His hands are calming to hold, and even though they're smaller than most, he takes great pride when you hold his hand! Epel thinks that he can use this as an excuse to protect you while holding your hand, but in reality, they're just fun to squish and really pretty to look at. 9/10

Ignihyde

Idia: He has cold hands. Idia has very long, bony fingers, with little meat on them. His hands get cold easily, as does the rest of his body, so he just hides them in his hoodie. Idia's room is usually cold too, so that doesn't really help. The only part of him that's actually warm is... His hair. His hair feels like regular hair that was just blow-dried. I headcanon it just looks like it'll burn your hand off, but it just looks like that because of magic. Anyways, his hands are a 4.5/10 for me— They may look neat, but they're cold as heck.

Ortho: He is... A robot 🧍

OKOK IN ALL SERIOUSNESS! Ortho is made of metal, yes, but I feel like he has a function in there somewhere what lets him heat up and immitate body heat? Obviously he has sensors so that he doesn't overheat himself, but he can be warm when he wants to be! Ask to hold his hand and he'll warm it up for you! A very sweet boy, my son, I love him he's so precious. 10/10

Diasomnia

Lilia: Cold hands. He has freezing cold hands. Occasionally he just lays down in the middle of the most random places and pretends to be a corpse. Sebek has cried over him at least once, Malleus almost panicked at some point, Silver... Heck, Silver probably joins him idk- Lilia would ALSO stick his hands on your back, and giggle when you tense up at his ice blocks of fingers. 3/10 I'm sorry Lilia

Malleus: Malleus has large, pretty hands, but they're mostly cold unless he purposely heats them up himself with magic. His hands are beautiful and pale, with a slight blueish undertone? You can see some of his veins due to how blue they are and because of how pale his skin is. His hands are pretty, and if you want to hold them, he'll heat them up for you. 100/10 for you, but I doubt anyone else would be able to get close enough and would rate them a -5/10 because they just look freezing.

Silver: His are either-or. I feel like he normally has warm hands, but when he falls into a deep sleep, his body temperature drops SO low that he's also like a corpse. Like father like son, I guess? Anyways, Silver has big, pretty hands with both callouses and scars scattered on them. You would definitely feel safe if he held yours in his. 10/10 I want to hold onto his hands and never let go.

Sebek: He CLAIMS to have extremely warm hands, but his hands are lukewarm at best /affectionate. Sebek's hands are large and rough, also covered in callouses/scars. His hands could either be nice and warm, or freezing cold depending on where he is. 6/10, he's trying his best

[captainjunglegym]

WIP WEDNESDAY - 13/03/2024

Tagged by jon @bigassbowlingballhead love u pal <3

I am on somewhat of a short writing sabbatical I tell myself. I've posted nearly 75,000 words in six weeks which is a lot for me. So I'm taking this week to relax from my WIPs before starting to post scheduled oneshots and start a new chaptered fic.

That being said i wrote a 1500 word fic this morning which you can just have here lmao.

Summary:

Exes Alex and Henry meet at the funeral of Henry's twin George who was killed suddenly aged only thirty-five. They haven't seen each other in four years.

The wind is bitter as it blows down from the top of the hill. It’s March, so it’s that time of year where the sun isn’t quite ready to negate the feel of the chill early in the morning and late into the evening. It’s already eleven am and the sun does feel warm when the wind dies down. A few moments reprieve where Henry doesn’t have to pull his coat tighter around his body or wish that he’d worn something that was more wind proof.

They don’t really make raincoats that are funeral approved, however.

Still, he pulls his thin black pea coat so it doubles over him. It’s too big. It’s not his. It was too big for George too, but his brother loved to wear oversized things. Said it made him feel small and holdable.

The thought crushes Henry. What he’d give to hold George now.

Everyone else has already gone. His mother didn’t even show. Her grief is exponential, increasing and deepening at such a fast rate now that she cannot be touched. Losing her husband young destroyed her, but burying one of her children eviscerated her. Not even the scars of her former self remain anymore.

And Henry understands. More so maybe this time than when his father died. He loved his father so much, but George was his twin, the other half of his soul. Maybe this is what his mother felt. Maybe this is what it feels like to break apart. Except she isn’t haunted by her husband by every reflective surface, by every future birthday. By every photograph of his childhood, every fucking Instagram post. By every friend they had because they didn’t even have separate friendship groups. Everything they had they had together and now Henry inherits it all.

It's too much.

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It’s times like these that Henry curses being raised as an atheist. He wishes he could believe that something came after this, that he and George will meet again, but he can’t. People tell him that George is in a better place. A dark part of him agrees that six feet under some fucking dirt is probably better than living in a two bed on Peckham Highstreet. It’s a lot cheaper.

Henry gets the sudden urge to jump into the grave. It’s open, waiting for someone to come and cover George and seal him down there forever. Henry could just jump in with him.

“I didn’t think anyone would still be here.” A voice says from behind Henry, startling him.

He turns to see a beautiful man wrapped up in a warm black coat and scarf. It’s Alex, because of course it is. Who else would be so late to a funeral they miss the entire service. Who else would spring up out of the ground at Henry’s moment of despair like some kind of macabre dandelion.

“Right on time, I see.” Henry tries to snark, but his voice comes out small and fragile.

“My flight was delayed.”

Henry hums. “Nice to know George wasn’t worth flying out a day in advance.”

“Don’t.” Alex says, firmly but not aggressively as he moves to stand next to Henry. “Don’t do that, H.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t act like I didn’t care about him too.”

Henry feels crazed, like he wants to scream and tear off his clothes and jump into the lake and inhale the water.

He lets out a forced laugh instead. “Oh right! Of course. My apologies. Of course my ex-boyfriend who I haven’t seen in four years also cares about my fucking dead twin brother, so much so that he shows up uninvited at his funeral an hour too late. I’m sorry for being so insensitive.”

“H-”

“-No!” Henry shouts. It’s so out of character that it snaps Alex’s mouth shut. He lowers his voice. “No. I don’t know why you’re even here.”

Alex looks down at his shoes. “Would you believe me if I told you Philip invited me?”

Henry scoffs. “Pull another one.”

“It’s true,” Alex says gently. “He called me…after… He called me when, uhm-”

“-When George was stabbed to death in a pub in broad daylight?”

Alex lets that sit for a moment. “Uhm. Yes. He called me again to invite me.” He takes a deep breath and when he speaks again his voice cracks, “we were together for ten years, Henry. I loved George like he was my own family. We were a family.”

And they were. Alex had met Henry at university, and they fell in love almost immediately. Alex had transferred to London and George was assigned to be his ‘buddy’ and he’d always taken credit for introducing Alex to Henry. Always said that he’d have to mention that in his speech at their wedding.

The air leaves Henry’s body, but he doesn’t breathe out. It just evaporates in his lungs. He and Alex never got married. George never got to give his speech. And now George will never be able to give a speech at his wedding. Never be his best man.

But he has to give it to Alex. George was his friend and he know that they’d sort of kept in touch over the years, in an Instagram comment every couple of months. He never begrudged George of that. Their breakup was hard, and Henry got everything. Got their friends, their flat, the whole fucking country. Alex had gone back to Texas and not looked back. George was collateral in their breakup too and Henry knows that losing Alex was tough on him as well.

“H?” Alex is hesitant, but he gently takes Henry’s hand in his.

“I don’t know how to do this.” Henry says suddenly. “I don’t know how to do any of this without him.”

George was his better. The two-minute older brother who was confidant and sociable, who looked after Henry every fucking day for thirty-five years. Who literally and metaphorically held Henry’s hand throughout all of their hardships. Henry remembers their father’s funeral, how Philip was stone silent, and Bea was high, and their mother was vacant. How George, only eighteen, took charge and read a eulogy. He was a lighthouse built onto the rock, so strong and bright.

Afterwards George had cried, they’d both cried, in each other’s arms. But the next day George had got out of bed and forced Henry to do the same.

“It’s going to be hard; I know.” Alex says, squeezing his hand. “But you’re stronger than you give yourself credit. I mean. Look at me. You left my sorry ass.”

Henry thinks about how Alex had lost himself in his work and how their relationship had degraded over six months of broken promises and missed dinners and sitting alone in their apartment. And how it broke him down into nothing before he’d finally had enough. They’d both had enough.

He’s heard that Alex is doing better now. That he’s finally learning how to have that work/life balance that was only a dream to them back then.

“I’m all alone this time.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes I am. Bea has Michael and the twins. Philip is…well he’s Philip. Mum is completely vacant and our friends are all grieving.”

Henry knows Alex is going to say some placating bullshit like, ‘oh it’s okay you have me,’ like he doesn’t live thousands of miles away.

“You should come stay at the lake house.” Is what Alex says instead.

“What?”

The lake house was their place. Before everything went to shit, they often spent time there, sometimes with their friends, sometimes with Alex’s family, sometimes just the two of them. It’s a haven, really. A place where time doesn’t exist. All sunshine and water and blues skies.

“Come stay at the lake house. Get away from London for a while.”

“But my family-”

“-Be a little selfish for once, H.” Alex turns to him and looks him in the eyes. “I don’t have to be there. You can just come and unwind in the sun. Take a break from this all and have time to grieve properly.”

It’s insane. It’s irresponsible. It’s not possible. He buried his brother an hour ago, his family is falling apart again but.

But this time they all have their own families to fall back on. Their own spouses and kids. Even his mother lives with Philip and Martha and has them to look after her.

Henry lived with George, not out of necessity, but out of love. George who’s dead. George whose dirty tea mug is still on his bedside table and his laundry still in the hamper.

He can’t go back there.

“Okay.” Henry says. “Okay I’ll come with you.”

And, later, it’s hard to get on the plane. But once he’s in the air, he takes his first deep breath in weeks.

[End]

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[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Hunter x Hunter + Pokemon, let's go!

Like I mentioned earlier, this is the brainchild of my friend, @doodle-storm, who has completed only the Hunter Exam and Zoldyck Family arcs but knows a lot about Pokemon, with me, who knows all of HxH but barely anything of Pokemon, giving occasional suggestions. Enjoy!

We decided to do three Pokemon for the main five and only one for each of the more minor characters. I'll break it up into parts. My friend's thoughts are in green, and mine in purple.

Gon:

Togepi - "Because he's a cute egg boy! And he's filled with joy and happiness and they share it with kind people." "Aww. The spikes look like his hair too!" "Oh yeah! Also they tend to start to act like their trainers, so I can see them kind of jumping into things together."

Ursaluna - I told her a bit about Kon, who was sadly not in the beginning as he was in the manga. "He's a foxbear." "Ooh. Well, there aren't any foxbears, but there are bears..." "Maybe one that looks intimidating? Just because that's funny, and also Kon wasn't supposed to be... befriendable." "Right. Then there's Ursaring, but there's also this one, which looks more intimidating."

Wooper - "I feel like he needs a water type, you know, because of his fishing pole?" She was debating on Wooper and a few others for a bit. "...it looks holdable." "...you're right, it does. Okay, that's cute."

Killua:

Absol - "He needs dark types, I think..." She catches me looking at Absol. "Oh, right, Absol's your favourite, isn't it?" "Yeah." "I think that works. Absol shows up when there's a disaster, but it's to warn people. It's kind of misunderstood."

Sneasel - It was Lucario for a time, but she switched it at the end. "It's got the claws... also it can ride on his skateboard with him."

Alolan Raichu - "It is very important that his pokemon be able to ride on his skateboard with him. ...or!!! It could surf right next to him!"

Kurapika:

Gallade - "Oh, that looks right." "Right? It even has the red eyes, and it's a fighting type."

Cubone - "Hey, wasn't there a pokemon that... lost its family or something?" "...Cubone???" "That's it." "...yeah it wears its mother's skull." "...sorry."

Corviknight - "It also has red eyes." "He seems like he'd have a bird too." "Yeah. Also, you could give the Phantom Troupe a Tinkaton." "..." "...they attack Corviknights with rocks and hammers." "...why?" "Just for fun, I think." "...you're kind of evil for this."

Leorio:

Audino - "There aren't that many medic pokemon and they're all kind of too adorable I think?" "Oh but that would be kind of funny if he hid it behind his back or something." "That's true!"

Gimmighoul - "He needs his money. It's a little ghost!" "...oh. That's kind of sad actually." "?" "He only started really wanting money after he couldn't save his friend so... having the money pokemon be a ghost type is kind of..." We both became sad.

Stoutland - "It warms up to people really quickly and is loyal. And it has a moustache to improve its social standing!" "Hey, Leorio's always wearing a suit probably for similar reasons." (Also I insisted after seeing it was called the Big-Hearted pokemon, though I couldn't elaborate on why to my friend.)

Hisoka:

Hypno - "It led a child into the woods. Canonically. A small child." "Ah." "Like there is no doubt that was a child." "...checks out."

Meowscarada - "I want to give him the evolved weed cat. Something about its smug face." "...'looks like this man's arms have turned into flower petals'..." "Also, since it's a grass type, it'd be strong against Gon's team." "You want our boy to be weak to Hisoka???" "Well, at first! Then it's more satisfying when he beats him!"

Gengar - "Look at that face. That grin." She said nothing more. It had already been decided.

[merginyourface]

Rank the ghouls (and papas, if you're so inclined) from best to worst snuggle buddy

Best-> worst... I'll stick to the ghouls!

Swiss: He seems like such a perfect amount of clingy. Maybe a little protective and has no problem asserting himself in your space

Sunshine: small, holdable, warm but not too warm. Wants you to be comfortable.

Aether: hold me hold me hold me. Big arms. Will lay on top of. No bony ouchie parts to avoid. Also talks to you while you fall asleep in a deep baritone that rumbles your whole body

Cumulus: similar reason to aether but lower down because although her hair is very soft it's in my mouth and my eyes. I can't breathe. But at least I'll die wrapped in the personification of a cloud

Rain: a good tangle of limbs here. But bony. Very sweet. Purrs.

Cirrus: not really a cuddler I don't think. Will cuddle if you want to but prefers to sleep butt to butt. Must be touching. But not a lot. Which is respectable.

Mountain: very nice to cuddle with while awake. Attentive while he strokes your hair. But sleeps like a rock. Barely moves but will roll over on top of you randomly at some point in the night

Dew: I'm too hot. He's too hot. No blankets allowed, top sheet use only. Verbally berates you if you move too much. But very very soft and sweet in the morning.

[bug-crimes]

Rating Hermitcraft intros based on my synesthesia

aka it's 2am and I'm in hell, this is only gonna include the hermits that have actual Consistent Intros to their hermitcraft videos and also has absolutely nothing to do with how much I actually like their videos or even their voice!! there isn't a single hermit whose voice I don't enjoy in some form but I have opinions about their intros apparently so here we go,

(also I specifically have sound-texture synesthesia, sounds will have different textures associated with them, which aren't always.. real textures? in which case I might get a little abstract with feelings idk I apologize in advance)

cub: solid like. 5/10? smack in the middle pretty much, like super smooth paper, the kind that pen doesn't dry well on

doc: 9/10 his intro is. ough. if you included the goat tapes in his rating?? infinity/10 but this is just about his voice s o. his intro is like. being able to pick up a piece of storm cloud and squeeze it... a lil spark, a lot of rumbling fluff, very very nice to feel

etho: 7/10? I love listening to his voice in General but his intro doesn't have the Best Feelings of his voice, it's like. something almost crunchy that crumbles when you squeeze it

false: 8/10!! it is So Nice!!! a lil bouncy bouncy in your chest kinda like driving on a hilly road!! makes me happy

gem: solid like. 4.5/10?? feels like Too Much Grass. no I don't know what the fuck that means please don't ask (I love her voice in general tho this is purely just the intro sjjfjd)

scar: one that rly surprises me bc I love watching him but scars intro is only like. a 2/10 at best?? esp the hermits and crafting part feels a little like rubbing styrofoam together but it's Fine it's worth it for scar content beloved

grian: 5/10, middle of the road like cub! kinda like a freshly baked sheet of cake c:

hypno: 4/10? it's like. accidentally putting too much honey on crunchy bread in a way that's good when u want honey but not as fun when u don't

jevin: 8/10!!!! love!!!! it's like. you know those gifs of people jiggling gelatin shaped like animals. it's like those, esp if they're shiny

impulse: 6/10, I do enjoy but it is Pretty Average djjfd he's just!! sorta like an old blanket that is pretty worn but feels so familiar and nice anyways, it's Good

iskall: hrmgh. this is a weird one bc objectively I love his intro. but synesthesia disagrees and says it's a 3/10 at Best, like wet carrot peels?? I don't even know man I'm upset at myself for that one

joe: 8/10! it's like house siding! somehow this is a good thing!

keralis: yes/10 he just has a Good Voice it's So Good it's like rabbit fur

pearl: 10/10 brain happy moments,,, it's just smooth water!! like river water I think where it doesn't quite feel Real but it pulls a little and is just the right amount of cool

ren: 6.5/10? it's very fun skfjd he's like what I imagine it would feel like to smash a tiny round lightbulb mixed with bouncy ball vibes

stress: 7/10! first thought was like the handle of a pestle but honestly just any vaguely smooth Holdable Thing would probably work too, big emphasis on Holdable her intro is holdable

tfc: 7.5/10!! it's like. the stone of a firepit still warm from a fire,,, just really good vibes

beef: 9/10!!!! his intro is like a merengue it's so Light and Melts <3

wels: 10/10 makes me wanna cry happy tears sometimes it just hits So Good it's like when u get that itch u couldn't scratch

xb: 9999/10 literally I could just listen to his intro on repeat for hours it's s o good I just want to bury my hands in it

xisuma: 6/10 just full of scrungle. like a floppy ferret. or a frisbee??

zedaph: solid 8/10! a little bit like trying to hold fireworks, it always makes me happy :D

cleo: 9/10! I love the way she says hermitcraft it's just Smooth and Concave and feels like you can slide down her words it's v v good,,

[daincrediblegg]

Do u ever think about how BIG Hamish's hands are? Like in the scene where Fr. Paul's pinning Riley to the chair? His entire hands cover his shoulders I'm-💦😳👀

oh sweet nonnie. I'm not known as the biggest 2005 Pride and Prejudice hand slut for nothing. Hands and hand stuff is the lifeblood from which I draw so much inspiration for my horny bullshit, and I am happy to tell you that I have thought about Hamish's meaty meaty man hands a stupid enough amount that I have in fact compiled a collection of them in my phone. Which is a totally normal and not creepy ass thing to do. For science, you understand. For study. Which I will now happily share with you all for your interest and enjoyment and will discuss in depth in the tags no doubt because I could not fucking restrain this impulse if my life depended on it.

[postmoderne]

Suptober 21 - Day 3 - Rainbows

Destiel. Drabble. 442 words. Fluff.

“something to look forward to”

Dean looks at Castiel's hand and thinks... that's holdable. And also finds out that rainbows are circular.

It’s shit days, shitty days, even shittier weeks but sometimes even they get a break…  and the former angel’s hand is so close. It would be no hardship to just reach out, stretch out the tips of his fingers to touch and feel the warm skin right next to him. To caress long fingers, delicate bones, easy to break. Broken often, hurt in many a fight - ever since he became human. Dean balls his hand to a fist, making the angel’s hand ungraspable for himself. He takes a big slurp from his strawberry milkshake. Swallows.

“Might be a vampire.”, Sam says, not looking up from his laptop. “But not a nest. Must be by himself.”

“Might be.”, Dean repeats. He watches Castiel dip a fry into his chocolate milkshake. 

“I like how American this is. Fries and milkshakes.”, Cas states thoughtfully. “Burgers.”

“Is it?”, Dean asks. “But aren’t French fries… French?” 

“Hm. Belgian maybe. The potato itself is American.”, Castiel muses and puts the milkshaked French fry into his mouth. Chews. Swallows. His other hand remains on the diner seat. Close. Dean’s fingers buried within the palm of his hand tingle. 

“South American.”, Sam says. “Andes.”

“Sure.”, Castiel nods and eats another fry. 

“Hasn’t stopped raining yet, huh.”, Dean looks out of the diner window to his left. Castiel turns his head to look outside, as well. 

“British weather. American food. French fries.”, Castiel says with a small smile. Dean chuckles and looks at the man sitting next to him.. 

“Heh. A joke?”

Castiel grins at him. He’s been smiling more these days and it, predictably, makes Dean’s stomach flutter because it crinkles the former angel’s face up and the hunter longs to touch every single dimple and wrinkle on Castiel’s face with the gentle hands of a lover.. If only he could even muster up the courage to take Cas’ hand in his.

“Perhaps there’s a rainbow outside somewhere?”

Castiel cocks his head to the side. “It’s almost dark outside.”

“Yeah.”, Dean says, a bit embarrassed. “It’s… late, isn’t it.” Stupid, stupid. 

“From up high. When flying. One can see that-”, Castiel points to the sky, or, rather, the roof of the diner, with yet another fry. “Rainbows are circular.” 

When flying. Dean cringes a bit. Flying. Something that was taken from Cas. All because of…

“But I like the idea of it being a bow better. That there’s a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Something to look forward to.”, Castiel explains. 

Dean looks down where Cas’ hand still lies on the seat. Calmly, patiently. Fingers slightly spread. 

“Something to look forward to.”, Dean repeats softly. Smiles. 

AO3:

[sagegreensage]

"ay yo tell us all the reasons that Pirate is the top-tier most smoochable boi in your eyes"

(me, if I were a deep sea telescope fish, upon seeing this ask in my inbox /pos)

OKAY. SO UH. To save all who read this, im going to do this in bullet format so to minimize the risk of there just being a Humongous Wall Of Text. Also, I don't know how to add a 'read more' on mobile, so I'm sorry about how long it is regardless.

Reasons That Pirate Is The Top-Tier Most Smoochable Boi In My Eyes

Okay, so why is he so goddamned cute?????

I'm nearly in literal tears everytime i see a picture of him... He's so fricking cute.

I smile everytime I see or read that he's smiling.

And he has such a beautiful eye color! A warm, rusty red, his iris is black, and his pupil is white. Oh, gorgeous... So gorgeous.

I want to cup his face in my hands and tell him that in doing that, I'm holding my world in my hands.

He just looks so soft and holdable. I want to hold him. Not just his hands (which, btw, are so very cute~!) but all of him. I want to be the big spoon and cuddle him and hhhhhhh. he is so cute and soft lookingggg! Me want hold. (update: *hand. If he'd like, I can design him a hand. Or hook, if he wants. Or both! he can interchange 'em :) For the material of it, I was thinking an arsenic-free alloy consisting of cold-cast bronze and aluminum.)

i bet his lips are soft too... Really soft,,, I would very much so like to smooch him 👉👈 idc if we kiss and his lips are a little dry because of the beach air or the salty sea. I just want to kiss him. Above water and under water. (actually he likely uses chapstick... What flavor of Chapstick does he use..?) (Update again: mwah mwah >3<. yeehaw. he was not wearing Chapstick because he had just woken up so... Next time. but hhhhhhh. the rp. kissie kissie in rp :D)

I would literally swoon/happy panic (is it a gay panic if I'm male But Also female?... Pansexual panic) receiving his good morning and goodnight texts. Or just almost any text from him for that matter... Basically, it'd go like this. Every time.

[over text]

Sweetie Pie (Pirate): Good morning 💖

Me irl, before replying: ASDFGHJKL bro he so cute,,,,,!?

No but, for real: he so cute. How so cute?

The way he shows his trust... Being around someone with his gloves off and or his eyepatch off. An unspoken, subtle show of him trusting that you won't judge or think less of him.

I love his interests asdfghjkl. I've been hyperfixated on marine life and the ocean since 2nd grade. idk how long I've been interested in pirate stuff. It started before Pirate101, which was made in 2012, that just helped me express it. My grandma used to tell me she wanted to be pirate, so I think it was around when i was 4 or 5 that I began thinking pirates were awesome. hhhhhhhhh me want ramble about nautical stuff with him.

me want ramble with Pirate pls.

And Please. Please, let me introduce him to Pirate101. It was the center of my pirate phase when I was younger, which by the way, never died and Pirate just nursed it back to health. I'll pay for his Pirate101 membership. We will co-op fight our enemies together. The big bad stands no chance.

his aestheticccc. fucking Superb!!! Aw, man.... Seeing him dress in his pirate attire gives me Confidence. I would like to dress up a bit more extra. My aesthetic is either tired nerd with a decent closet or near full on steampunk techwear depending on how I feel. He makes me want to dress in more steampunk techwear.

lkjhgfdsa ANYWAYS. His aesthetic!!! I love seeing art of him wearing his aesthetic. Everytime I show my friends his drip they're like, "wow, he looks so fancy," and like, yes he do. His drip is fancy in that old way, which has then been stolen and worn by a pirate. And basically, that's the pirate drip. Except, unlike your average pirate wearing fancy vintage clothes, Pirate isn't dirty. Pie's clean and they smell very nice.

And the reason he likes pirate paraphernalia is just,,,, yessir! Yes! You love that ocean, bro! The ocean loves you too :) and so do I.

and he's a trans icon :) and not only that, he goes by he/him and they/them pronouns. Amazing!!

iiiii would die and revive for a trip to a store with candles/perfumes/colognes just to look for what I imagine Pie smells like. Odd? Okay, perhaps. but listen. I would die and revive for someone irl to love me like Pirate would. If i buy that scent, you best believe im either spraying the perfume/cologne on some of my pillows and clothing or lighting that candle whenever wherever. Anxious? Lonely? Sad? Empty inside? Pirate's scent fixes all, my friend. a lifehacc, if you will.

I know he has a slight accent, although he suppresses it: i would love to hear it. And when he just wakes up or is drunk, man, oh man. pls, me want hear his accent. (WAIT. when he woke up after he got his arm fixed and i came in the room, was his accent more prevalent at that time? 👀)

I want him to trust me someday enough to not suppress things about himself, like his accent and his purring.

why does he suppress his purring, btw? that's so fricking cute why suppress that? Well, I mean, I know he's ashamed of the fact that he isn't human, and that most humans wouldn't want to be involved with a monster, much less, love and date one. but he's so cute tho. seriously, he could for real just be a scallop with sapience, but if he still was himself I would still fucking love him.

he allegedly gets some of his things out of the trash? yesss. (insert (non)gendered word of choice)boss, this is me: "bb, let's go dumpster diving imma get a ring out of there and use it to be engaged to u someday " terrible no-good very-bad date idea: let's go to the dumpster of Dunkin Donut's. (no but they actually throw away hundreds of perfectly fine donuts every damn night. mind-boggling.)

celebrating Spooky Month together would be great. I would wear whatever he designed, heck yessiree. Man, it would be so cute.

Maybe I'll add to this list later but I think I kept you waiting long enough :3

didnt manage to get all the flustered pansexual panics he gives me or how my thought-process goes everytime I fricking see him but this was a list more for reasons Pie is a total cutie. not me, my butterfly-filled tummy, and my incessant simping 👉👈

[thetimecrystal]

Hii Mica and happy (late) Santa Cruz minus Arsechie Saturday 💖💖

I have two screaming men for you on the menu today in a variety of :O and D:

A tiny nerd who's very excited and I think it's adorable 🥺🥺🤲

some fancy schmancy moving picture too, he's adorable and I might be crying over him here a little 🥺😭💕

And while I am too tired and lazy to censory right now I still needed to include a major Middy 🧍 moment I also would like to poke the tummies 👉👈

I hope you are alright and doing okay friend. I love you very much and I am sending you a big warm bear hug and a kiss on your head 💕💕💕

hiii julia!! 💖happy (very late) santa cruz except [redacted] saturday!

they are all yelling! screaming even! very valid!! AAAAAA :D

and this tiny nerd, noticing his nickname out in the world! and looking very holdable and smoochable 💖🤲🥺also him all bundled up but with very ripped jeans?... your upper body is cold as fuck but your knees? your knees are Boiling /j akjhgkjg

and wow!! fancy!! and seriously 😭😭💖 i am here to weep over him and how absolutely adorable he is!! flailing a bit and singing (i am assuming) and just 💖😭 awwwww🤲🥺

and!!! middy!! (plus johnny!!) they look so [screaming] holy shit!! and i am here for poking their tummies too...

i was just reminded of this photo of the prettiest gf there is so here🤲

the style? the flowers on the brim of his hat? the fluffy hair? 🤲🥺😍

i hope you're alright as well <3 i love you so much too and am sending you a big bear hug right back and a lil smooch on the nose 💖🥺

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

It’s Inky again here again with more Momma Pomma content

What could possibly be better than going on a beach date with the two people you love most in the world? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

That’s what Sooga thought to himself as he sat on the sandy beach, watching as Pomma and Kohga splashed around in the waves. Truly, he had no idea what he had done to deserve the hearts of the two most incredible people in the world. That didn’t stop him from trying to figure it out, though.

Before he became too lost within his own thoughts, both of his lovers suddenly called him over, requesting that he join them in the water. Never one to refuse, he got up from his spot on the shore and made his way over towards the two in the water.

While doing so, he had accidentally splashed Kohga, who splashed him back right away. Pomma, having been caught in Kohga’s splash, splashed him in return. Within mere seconds, all three were splashing one another, playing around like little kids, all while gentle waves rocked their bodies.

Just as Sooga was about to splash Kohga, he felt an ominous presence behind him. He tried to turn around, but it was too late, as a massive wave suddenly crashed into him, forcing his entire body down into the water.

He tried pushing himself back up to the surface, but was unable to. The sheer force of the water kept him pinned down, and left unable to breathe. He thought he would be able to hold his breath until he was able to breach the surface again, but soon enough, he felt himself getting lightheaded. That wasn’t good.

In a panic, he began thrashing around, so desperately trying to get the oxygen he so desperately needed, but he couldn’t.

GASP

Sooga heaved as he pulled his head out from….somewhere. That was strange. He was no longer at the beach. And he wasn’t wet at all. He had no idea what was going on, until his eyes managed to focus.

He was in bed, with both Pomma’s and Kohga’s arms around him. The ‘somewhere’ he had just yanked his head out from just so happened to be the latter’s large chest.

Ah. He had been suffocating in his girlfriend’s massive breasts. Of course.

He was about to settle back down and return to sleep, when he felt the soft body in front of him shift.

“Mm…Sooga…? What’s wrong….?”

Despite his recent near death experience, Sooga couldn’t help but swoon upon hearing Pomma’s voice. She always spoke in a soft tone, but hearing her when she had just woken up was magical.

“It’s nothing…Don’t worry about it….Go back to sleep…”

“Sooga I can feel your….yawn….boner….”

“You can huh- Oh!”

Sooga pulled himself away from Pomma and looked down. Sure enough, there was a sizable tent in his underwear. But why did he have one? He was just suffocating in Pomma’s brea- Oh. That’s why.

“Pomma, I am so-“

“If you were having an exciting dream and needed some help, you could’ve just said so.”

Pomma let out another soft yawn as she slowly sat up. She was wearing a short red nightgown that Sooga swore was partially see-through.

Sooga looked at her with wide eyes. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Both inside and out. He couldn’t help but stare.

As his eyes glazed over her soft features, he found himself lingering on her breasts. He shouldn’t be staring at them, especially because they were the cause of his poorly timed erection, but he couldn’t stop.

“You know that you’re allowed to touch, right?” Pomma grinned at him as she allowed one of the straps of her nightgown to fall down her shoulder. That was enough to do it for Sooga.

He grabbed her shoulders and carefully pushed her back down onto the bed before straddling her stomach. Then, without skipping a beat, he cupped his hands around her massive tits and began massaging them. They were so soft, as always. So big, holdable, and squishy. They were perfect.

Sooga had seen a couple lewd magazines containing women throughout the years, though it was never on purpose, and they always seemed to portray women with large, perky breasts that didn’t contain a single stretch mark. Pomma’s were nothing like that.

Yes, they were large, of course, but they were covered in stretch marks. Some might’ve found them ugly, but to Sooga, they were beautiful. She also had marks on her stomach, thighs, and rear end, and Sooga loved them just the same. Each mark was as special and unique as the woman who lay beneath him.

After spending a good couple of minutes admiring Pomma’s breasts, he pulled the front of her nightgown down, finally exposing them in their full glory. They were even more beautiful like this, as he could finally see her nipples. They were big, soft, and just looked perfect for sucking on. So of course he had to test his hypothesis.

He cupped his hand around Pomma’s right breast and lowered his head. He hesitated for a moment, his hot breath teasing her, until she finally spoke up.

“Don’t be shy, baby, go ahead and help yourself.”

Sooga didn’t need to be told twice, as he immediately wrapped his lips around her nipple and began to suck.

Pomma hummed softly and tangled her fingers in Sooga’s silky hair. She loved watching her precious baby boy get like this. Even though Sooga was the one who had woken up aroused, he was still focusing on pleasuring her. What an absolute sweetheart.

Sooga closed his eyes and purred in response to the fingers in his hair. He loved having his hair played with. Especially by a woman who was so soft, so loving, so gentle. It only motivated him to further pleasure her.

He carefully took her nipple between his teeth, making sure he wasn’t being too rough, then began slowly pulling away.

Meanwhile, he pinched Pomma’s other nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Instead of tugging on it, as he was doing with his mouth, he slowly rubbed the sensitive bud between his fingers.

Pomma gasped in pleasure and tightened her grip on Sooga’s hair. “Good boy….Good boy, Sooga….Just like that….Mmm…”

He did as he was told, continuing to tug on one nipple while massaging the other. Beneath him, Pomma let out sighs of pleasure and breathy moans, her lips parted oh so sweetly.

Though after a good minute, she gently tugged on Sooga’s hair, signaling for him to stop, which he did immediately.

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Sooga. Such a good, good boy. You deserve a reward. Especially since you’ve been doing so much to please me, despite the fact you’ve been hard this whole time.”

She gave him a warm smile. A smile that made him feel more loved and valued than any words could. He didn’t need a reward. He would be perfectly content merely sucking on his girlfriend’s breasts until he fell back asleep. At least, that’s what he thought until he realized what his reward actually was.

Pomma had pulled up the front of her nightgown, exposing her bare, hairy pussy.

While Sooga himself much preferred to be well groomed in the nether regions, neither of his partners shared that preference. They both had massive bushes, but he never minded. In fact, he found it quite attractive.

Not even realizing that his mind had begun to wander, Sooga was snapped back to reality upon feeling the cool air of the bedroom against his hard cock. Pomma had pulled the front of his underwear down when he hadn’t been paying attention.

“Look at you….all hard and throbbing for me…” Pomma’s voice was almost whiny as she spoke, her fingertips gently brushing against the underside of Sooga’s shaft.

“Does my baby wanna fuck Mommy’s pussy?”

“Y….Yes….”

“Hm? Yes what, baby?

“I….I want to fuck your pussy, Mommy…”

“Atta boy~”

As Sooga readjusted himself into a better position, Pomma used two of her fingers to slowly rub her pussy. She was wet. Very wet. Having her breasts toyed with was a massive turn on for her.

Once Sooga was ready in his new position, Pomma moved her hand away and spread her legs open. He placed one hand firmly upon her waist and used the other to line himself up with her awaiting entrance. But before he began pushing in, he glanced up at her, just to double check that everything was okay.

“Go ahead, baby.”

Sooga didn’t have to be told twice, as he immediately began slowly pressing in. While he was carefully sliding himself in, Pomma wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a soft sigh. Sooga was a big boy. Very big. But she had taken him enough times that she didn’t need prep anymore.

Once he was about halfway in, Sooga stopped and looked down, wanting to make sure that Pomma wasn’t in any pain.

“You worry too much, baby. I’m okay. You can keep going.”

Sooga nodded, and once again began pushing himself in further.

“I can’t help but worry….I know that you aren’t weak by any means….but I’m still afraid of you getting hurt….especially by me….”

Pomma sighed softly and cupped a hand around Sooga’s cheek. “Hey….Hey….It’s okay. You’re not hurting me. If you were, I’d let you know. Right now, you’re doing just fine. I promise.”

That seemed to reassure Sooga, as soon enough, he bottomed out, balls deep in his girlfriend, who he couldn’t help but admire. The way her eyes had fallen half shut, the way her plush lips parted, the way her plentiful chest rose and fell with every breath. She was gorgeous. And he just had to let her know that.

“You’re so beautiful, Mommy…” He said as he began to slowly thrust. “More beautiful than any other woman I have ever seen…..Your body is just….It’s so good….It’s so soft…and full…”

Tears began to well up in his eyes as he spoke. He utterly adored the woman who lay beneath him.

“Mommy I love you so much…I never…I never thought that a woman could ever make me as weak and lovesick as you do….I would do anything for you….you’re so good…I love you….I love you….”

Unable to hold back, tears began rolling down Sooga’s flushed cheeks. Tears of love, joy, and admiration. It wasn’t the sexiest thing, but it was pure, raw emotion. And Pomma loved when Sooga showed her that.

“I love you too, baby. You’re such a strong, handsome, wonderful boyfriend. Now give Mommy a kiss.”

Sooga immediately did as he was told, pressing his slightly chapped lips against Pomma’s. And despite the fact Sooga was still slowly thrusting into her, their kiss was borderline chaste. Full of softness, rather than fiery passion.

A few moments passed, and Pomma slowly pulled away, a pleased smile playing across her lips as she began to speak

“Now, be a good boy and breed Mommy’s pussy~”

Those words lit a fire inside Sooga that not even the sun could compete with. After placing both hands on Pomma’s waist, he began thrusting into her at a speed that would make a pornstar jealous. His hips snapped against hers each time he buried himself deep within her pussy.

Meanwhile, Pomma tightened her hold around Sooga’s neck, squeezed her eyes shut, and moaned as she was plowed like a damn field. Sooga usually tried to be gentle with her, but when she brought up breeding, he turned almost primal. He did, however, save enough brain power to kiss all over her neck as he continued to thrust.

“You sound so good when you moan for me, Mommy….It drives me fucking crazy…..I’m going to breed your pussy so good….I swear….I’m gonna fill you with triplets….” Sooga muttered against her soft skin. All she could do was moan in response.

Sooga’s cock was throbbing inside of Pomma, and he could feel pressure in his abdomen begin to build.

“Fuck….I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna cum so deep inside of you….”

“Ah-! Let me see your face! Let me see your pretty face when you cum!”

Sooga, of course, did as he was told, and pulled away from Pomma’s neck, allowing her to see the honestly quite pathetic look on his face. His cheeks were bright red, his eyes were glossy, and he was drooling like a mutt. He was a hot mess. Pomma loved seeing him that way. And with just a few more thrusts, Sooga finally hit his peak.

“FUCK!!” Sooga cried as he came, balls deep inside of Pomma, pumping her full with his heavy load. All the while, he was in pure ecstasy, panting like a dog.

Once he had sufficiently emptied his balls inside of his girlfriend, he slowly pulled out, watching as his cum dripped out of her wet and creamy pussy. He wasn’t quite done yet, however, as he still had one thing he needed to do.

Without saying a word, Sooga used two of his fingers to roughly rub Pomma’s beautifully erect clit. Up and down, side to side, around in circles. Until Pomma came with a loud moan, squirting as Sooga continued to rub her through her orgasm.

Finally, the couple were satisfied. Thoroughly exhausted as well. Sooga flopped down next to Pomma and wrapped his arms around her before they both let out a loud sigh.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Soogie.”

“Are you two finally gonna go back to sleep now?”

“KOHGA?!”

[lavenderstar-creations]

ranking the ninja by how good they would be at cuddling

im touch deprived and this is my proof.

cole: by far the best cuddler. hes big but also soft. hes got pillow tiddies and big strong arms that were basically made for holdin. like laying on top of this mans or being held by him? basically heaven. hed just feel really secure and warm. might get a bit tough in the summer because hes so big and probably radiates a lot of heat, but its more comforting than it is unbearable.

jay: hes very holdable but could also hold you. he just seems like the kinda guy who enjoys cuddling and being close to you. he doesnt mind being squashed real close. honestly the only downside would be you gotta watch out for static.

nya: i wanna say shes probably a lil cooler to the touch, with her element being water and all that. so thats really good for summer. she probably likes holding you more than being held, but thats ok because shes another character that feels really safe and secure. she also has nice arms made for holdin.

lloyd: really similar to jay but this boy tiny, so its better for him to be held. like he enjoys cuddling, but its just typically harder for him to try and hold you because hes so small. i also feel like hed just kinda radiate energy off of himself without meaning to, because his element is energy. theres always the worry that that could translate to heat, which might make cuddling him a bit uncomfortable.

zane: good for cuddling in the warmer seasons but when winter hits? awful. its not like he can control it, but he does no favors for you in the winter. sure, in summer you could pile on blankets and still be fine, but once winter hits youre just gonna be freezing cold. theres also the question of if hed even be super comfortable to cuddle because hes a nindroid. sure he probably had some type of synthetic skin up until season 4, but would his titanium version even feel good to cuddle? because of all the metal?? maybe a full cuddle wouldnt feel. very nice, but being held by him or draping an arm across one another would probably be fine. being held by him would feel really safe, though.

kai: worst to cuddle for sure. its not because hes bad at it or anything, my boy just runs super warm. yeah its good for the winter and cool months, but summer?? absolutely unbearable. you could have as few clothes on as possible and still probably die of heat. i mean, i guess youll never really need a bunch of blankets. as much as it pains me to say, though, kai would for sure be bad to cuddle simply because hes too toasty. one cold season where having a higher than average body temperature unfortunately does not outweigh the other three fourths of the year.

[catboymingi]

[09:57]

navi/masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none

sometimes all you need for a perfect future is the love of your life

“mingi?”

“hm?”

“would you ever want to marry?”

you were in your boyfriend’s arms, still in your pyjamas as you cuddled him, held him close as he did the same with you, barely moving, the only movement you could feel being his chest underneath your cheek which was rising and falling with his soft, even breaths. if he hadn’t reacted you might have thought he was asleep, and if you hadn’t spoken up he might have thought so were you. but you weren’t, neither of you, just silently enjoying each other’s presence and the warm morning sun shining into your shared bedroom, leaving the bed glowing with a warm yellow-orange hue, making the two of you feel like cats seeking out the sunny spot in front of the door to take a nap. you were incredibly cosy, wrapped in your blankets that weren’t needed but were still appreciated, and the cosiness and incredible domesticity of this moment had elicited your question.

“why do you ask?”, mingi asked curiously, unsure where the sudden question came from, but not as shocked as you’d expected him to be. and he didn’t sound opposed, either, hadn’t immediately said no, something you’d feared.

“i just realised we never actually talked about what we want for the future. how we want to go on, how long-term we’re planning to be, if our future plans are compatible. things like that. that was just the first question that came to mind about that, but it’s more about general plans.”

this explained why you’d asked about marriage all of a sudden and he hummed in acknowledgment, thinking.

“i want to be long-term. i haven’t thought much about what i want, i guess, i’m pretty comfortable how we are right now, in our little flat with the jobs we have and the life we have. but i guess i should think about it, to like… see if our plans fit together, as you said.”

“i’d like to marry someday”, you admitted, “it’s always been something i wanted. the promise of ‘i’ll be with you, i won’t leave your side even if things get hard’, it’s comforting. of course i know divorces happen and everything, but i still think it’s a nice thought”, nuzzling your face into his chest because you were kind of embarrassed and part of you was incredibly scared that he wouldn’t want the same as you, because that would most likely be a deal-breaker for you.

“it is a nice thought. i haven’t really thought about marriage before, to be honest, but if it’s the right person then why not? i guess it’s not a must-have for me, but if it would make you happy then of course i’d marry you, some day. do you have anything else you really want? childhood dreams?”

“i think i’d like to go back to the countryside. get my own little house there, just move back to where i came from. it doesn’t have to be the same village, but i always feel like seoul is so hectic, so loud, there’s so much happening at once and you can never just go out and run. i miss that, i miss the freedom of feeling like you’re one of the only people in the whole wide world. but i know you love seoul, and i don’t want to make you leave just because of me”, you continued telling him about your dreams, your hopes and wishes, but in a way also the insecurities you held. the fear that one of you would have to give up their happiness for the other if you wanted to stay together.

“you really miss the countryside, don’t you?”, your boyfriend asked after he’d shuffled some so that you were no longer on top of him, instead the two of you were now face to face and he was looking at you with gentle, serious eyes.

“i do. i don’t think i’ve ever really felt at home in big cities, but i had to move for university, and i kind of just stayed here. i met you here, so it’s okay though.”

“if we get a house on the countryside i want an alpaca”, mingi told you, not actually suddenly because it fit with the topic, but sudden to you because you hadn’t expected this of him, not expected that he might genuinely consider moving and much less that he already had a plan for your first pet.

“an alpaca?”

“that’s been something i wanted when i was young”, a sheepish grin on his lips that you wanted to kiss so bad, but he was speaking and you were curious to hear what he was going to say.

“i used to love alpacas as a kid, i loved how soft they were and i’d tell my parents that when i’m big i’ll get an alpaca. i obviously can’t get one here in seoul, but if we move away maybe i could.”

he’d never considered moving away because he did love seoul, loved the endless opportunities, loved that there was always something to do, but he loved you more, and he was curious to see what living on the countryside was like, too. he’d always lived in seoul, different parts of it, sure, but he’d never not been a part of the big mass of people living in the capital, an anonymity he enjoyed, feeling like he was part of a big whole, like his individual mistakes weren’t so bad because for every mistake he made another person in seoul did something right. but maybe the anonymity and comfort of seoul could be replaced by a new kind of comfort, a comfort found in familiarity, in community. and, of course, in being with you in a place that genuinely made you happy.

“so an alpaca is on your future wishlist. any other things you’ve wanted but couldn’t get? or generally, things you want for your future. i want to know what would make you happy”, moving closer to finally peck his lips, shortly and sweetly, trying to show just how much his happiness meant to you. how much he meant to you.

“sunflowers. just lots of flowers, if i don’t have a black thumb. you know i need something to do, so a little garden is also on the wishlist. maybe i could even build a treehouse for our kids at some point.”

it seemed like he hadn’t even realised that he’d talked about having kids with you as an obvious part of your future, but that little word made you perk up, curiously and surprised again.

“kids?”

mingi wasn’t able to judge your tone, so he half backtracked, kind of insecure about something he wanted for his future.

“only if you want kids, too. it’s fine if you don’t, i just kind of really want a big family. or, not massive big, but maybe two kids, or three, i don’t know. but obviously this is your choice more than mine.”

“i love you”, you started your reply as you thought of how to continue, “and if i’m honest i’ve kind of thought about it too. when we were at the store two days ago and you helped this little boy find his mum, that was really cute, you were so sweet and gentle with him. not that you aren’t usually”, you quickly elaborated just in case he might get upset or insecure, “but that just felt… different. i don’t know how to describe it, but i noticed when you’re around kids you just… change, in a way. it feels like you adopt every single kid you’re around for the time you’re around them, and i love seeing that. but i’m kind of scared of everything kids mean. of the pregnancy and of not being a good mother, i’m scared of not being able to give them a secure environment. if i ever get kids i want to be ready, i want to have a house and a stable job and i want to be married to a man that’s going to stay and that’s going to work with me through all the hardships. and i guess i want you to be that guy.”

you were just rambling, really, but mingi got incredibly touched by your words. they were so honest, vulnerable, too, and they made his heart swell with love and adoration and a new, strange feeling. a really strong feeling of being home with you, really being home with you. in that moment he realised that he’d go to the ends of the world with you if that was what you wanted.

“i want to be that guy”, he said quietly and seriously, “i want to be there for our entire future. that’s how long-term i want to be. on your ninetieth birthday i want to be the one to hold your dentures as you blow out the candles.”

this image made you smile, both because it was silly and because it filled you with warmth.

“i want to spend my life with you. whatever future you want, as long as i get to be a part of it, i’m in.”

“you’re going to make me cry”, because tears were genuinely starting to form in your eyes, tears of appreciation and happiness and tears showing just how much his words touched you.

he just pulled you closer, craning his neck a little so your head fit in under his chin, so you could bury your face in his soft, warm skin as you fought back the tears, and his big, perfectly holdable hand rubbed your back.

“i love you. whatever you want, i want to be there. i want a home with you, i want a family with you, i want my entire future with you. if you want to move to the countryside, i’ll get a job on the countryside, and then we’ll get a house on the countryside, with enough room for if we decide to have kids, and a garden and a treehouse and an alpaca and your beautiful drawings all over the walls. i saw an article online a while ago, of this lady in i think poland that drew traditional patterns all over the houses in her village. i want you to paint our house like that, to put all your cute little knick-knacks everywhere. i want to make it a home with you, a home we can stay in. something that feels like us. i want my name on the doorbell, but then it’s our name. i want all of that, with you.”

your face was still buried in his neck and once his little speech was over he started kissing your head, softly and lovingly, a lot of small kisses that made you feel more loved than you’d ever had with anyone else before. mingi already was your home, but the thought of getting a new home, a physical place to call home with him made your heart speed up. he was everything you needed to be happy, but the joy you’d feel if you created a future together would be unmatched.

“i love you too. and i love your name. you really want me to get it?”

what you were really asking was you really want to marry me?, and he knew that was what you meant, his answer being a clear yes now that you’d put the image of a future with you into his head, the image of you in a beautiful dress walking towards him, the image of the two of you always wearing the ring that showed that you belonged with each other. he hadn’t been an especially romantic guy before he met you, and marriage had never been something he’d considered necessary for a happy relationship, but while he still didn’t think it was essential for a happy relationship he now thought that being together so clearly, so officially, so seriously might just make him the happiest man in the world. and the practical part of him knew that, especially if you decided to have kids, it would make things much easier. so yes, he wanted to marry you.

“you and no one else. except for maybe our little nuisances.”

the way he talked so affectionately of the children you didn’t even have yet had you press your head more closely against his shoulder, face now one hundred percent hidden in him, and had your heart clench happily and with a never before felt adoration.

“and your alpaca”, you added, lips brushing against his skin with every movement, and both this and the fact that you had so willingly accepted that you’d be getting an alpaca made him smile that huge smile you loved so much, even though you weren’t able to see it right now.

“and our alpaca.”

then, suddenly, the thought of the alpaca and your countryside house set a random bit of information free in him that he’d somehow forgotten about until now because it had never been important, but now it might just be the most important thing in his life.

“i might have a house for us”, in a voice coloured by wonder because life might just be playing right into his hands, and maybe starting a future with you could really be this easy.

you removed your head from where it was hidden at these words, looking at him curiously and with shining eyes, shining so brightly that he couldn’t help but kiss you before he explained.

“my parents are supposed to sell some uncle’s cousin’s twice removed or whatever’s house for his widow. i don’t actually know who he was or what the house is like, but i know that i never met them because they lived in the countryside and as a kid i wasn’t interested in watching cows chew grass all day. but maybe we could ask them to visit the house, check it out, because i know they’re desperate to sell it. and maybe we could get it for a good price, because i’m like, family and everything, if you want i can call them this afternoon? and we can visit this weekend.”

he’d talked himself into an incredible excitement, so that by now it sounded like it was actually him who wanted to move to the countryside and he was dragging you along, not vice versa.

“you’d really move away from seoul with me? like, you want to? it’s not just something you do to keep me happy now? because if you’re just doing it to keep me happy i don’t want to move, i don’t want you to start resenting me because i dragged you away from everyone and everything you know, i don’t want you to be bitter and angry and-”

you were shut up by him kissing your nose, and when he noticed this small moment of quiet surprise he took advantage of it and kissed your mouth now that it was no longer rapidly moving.

“i’d move to the end of the world with you without ever regretting it. i think a cute little house in the countryside really isn’t the worst option. and if it makes you happy then i’m happy.”

then, because your eyes were starting to shine in a different, suspiciously teary way again, he added: “and if we move to the countryside we can get a whole army of kids and no one can complain. and they can all ride on my alpaca.”

you surprised him when you grabbed his head and pulled him closer, hand buried in his hair as you crashed your lips against his, a passionate kiss that made it clear just how touched you were, how much you loved him, how much you wanted this with him, wanted a future with him, how grateful you were that you had him and would continue to have him.

“i’d love it if you called your parents about that. though we should maybe know where it is before we agree on a visiting time.”

“i’ll call them right now, what do you think? and then we can look for flowers we want in our garden. i think that’s easier to plan than an alpaca”, his signature goofy grin, “and we have to pick some that are going to look good in your wedding bouquet.”

in that moment you couldn’t have been happier, and neither could mingi, extremely excited about the possibility of being able to plan his future with you, an actual, tangible plan, as tangible as deciding on flowers for your garden of your first house.

“i think i love you”, you replied, causing your boyfriend to smile the beautiful smile he’d smiled before but that you’d missed, the one that made his eyes disappear behind his happy cheeks, before he replied: “and i think i love you too.”

and because he loved you so much he was going to marry you, and he was going to make it as perfect as you were.

[mango-dolphin]

seeing the emoji ratings makes me irrationally angry and i’m going to rectify this

listen i’m going to fucking make amends okay? emojis are Good. they are Fun. comparing them to their siblings is so fucking cruel. they’re just trying to live! leave them alone. here’s some ratings of my favorite emojis and i’m going to make more because fuck you and shut up they’re GOOD!!!!!!!!!!

Rat Emoji Ratings (Rat-ings)

soft, realistic shading! ears perked up, shiny & alert eyes, glossy fur, wonderful tail... she’s beautiful. she looks like a model. nice and plump. i love her. i’d love to take her home and name her Marina and the Diamonds! 10/10

funky and mischievous! a little wonky, but he’s only filled with love. he’s wearing mittens. i’m personally not a fan of google’s use of gradients, especially as it overcomplicates the image, but he’s shiny and happy all the same. good mouth, good whiskers. a widdle tail. 10/10

SHARP! BOLD! DEFINED! they’re Unabashed and Unashamed!!! they’re here and they’re unafraid! only 3 colors used, and the simplicity is effective! the image reads well, even from a mile away. They’re A Rat. They Are Here. 10/10

graspers POSED and READY! she’s reaching for something, i’m sure. a beautiful, off-white coat. while the nose and ears look a little off to me, the gradient work is much, much better than google’s. samsung knows how to treat a lady right. she’s got a purpose, she’s gonna go on a night on the town with her gf and she’s reaching? for the PERFUME! not that she needs it smh. i love her tail, as inaccurate as it is. fuzzy. 10/10

oh my goOHMY FFholy hs hoH M G IOD OHLY Fu Oh my GoOH he’s so Small. fufck. Fuck. he’s so goddamn small. LOOK. HE’S SO FUCKING SMALL OH MY GOD LOOK aoghh hh hh Look. Look at this little man. he’s so fucking small. look at his widdle face, his little man hands, his beautiful ears. 10/10. holy hsit. h

scruffy, rough, and tumble! this one gets into scraps! they are a big lump of ferocity and............. Love. they look like the protagonist of a simplistic indie game. they are a valiant warrior, covered in fuzz. you can’t even see their fucking arms. they’re Lump. simple and easy to read. 10/10

She’s A Lesbian. Apple and Samsung had a baby together and she has the best traits of both. she’s literal perfection. a subtle but appealing sheen, a brimming intelligence, a pinprick awareness. she’s beautiful. the WLW baby of a lesbians. 10/10

CHOMKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lil man have Chonky Taile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck. his face is shaped like an almond and he’s an alert fella. fuzzie tail. comnkyhky tiale.................. god he’s so fucking rotund 10/10

their tail may be crooked but they’re a rat with a purpose! soft and gentle, and yet they have depth. Edges. they’re firm and they know what they want. they’re also fat as fuck. they’re so good. look at them. look at their eye... small but knowing. they’re so damn juicy, filled with love. 10/10

a helpful lady!!! she’s also got a chonky tail, and she’s long and content. low to the ground, she’s ready to skitter over to help!!! she’s got good, little beady eyes, and lil whiskers for twitching. i’d trust her with my life. 10/10

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OH THEY ARE SO MOTHERFUCKING CHONKY

velvet fur....... fuzzy arms.......... fat. fat, fat. very fat. subtle pillow shading but they are SO FUkcn kiy gn gng  CHnykunky. look they have chin fat they are so FAT look at their EARS their eyes are so SMALL oh my GOD THey arer So FAT 10/10

a little abstract, but filled with a lot of creative ideas! round, imaginative, and all-in-all very holdable. i can also see this one as being an indie game protagonist, or perhaps a cartoon character. he’s just an enjoyable fella! maybe he and the twitter rat would be friends!!!! 10/10

baby sister of twitter’s rat!!!!!! she’s soft, sweet, and innocent. but WATCH OUT!!!!! she probably likes to skitter around and take naps!!! she deserves to be held. she is so warm and so good and i love her. i love the lineless approach, and it works extremely well. 10/10

[lvehui]

WHEN THE MOON MET THE SUN | JIHAN, CHAPTER FIVE

3:38 pm

Joshua notices that Jeonghan's hands are gorgeous and holdable, but he doesn't say those thoughts out loud. Instead, he simply watches Jeonghan pour a shit ton of creamer into his coffee and swirl it around with a faint smile.

"Hi babes, I got a triple stack of Belgium waffles here," a voice announces. Joshua turns to see that it's just the waiter, a tangerine-haired guy with chubby cheeks in a 50's diner costume.

Jeonghan waves his hand and pipes up, "Ooh! That's me!"

The hot plate is set down in front of Jeonghan, who sweetly thanks the waiter before they leave. He wastes no time, stabbing a bright red strawberry and stuffing it into his mouth with enthusiasm. Even the way he eats is cute, he thinks.

(Joshua can't say that either.)

"You don't want anything to eat?" Jeonghan questions, slight concern in his voice, after washing down a bite of his crispy waffles with a long sip of coffee.

"Um... no," Joshua answers. "Not really."

Just then, his stomach lets out a little rumble, equivalent to a baby lion roar, which gets Jeonghan's attention. "Liar!" Jeonghan dramatically gasps. "You are so hungry."

Joshua shrugs again. It seems to be the only thing he's capable of doing, besides looking like a complete idiot. "I... I didn't eat breakfast," he confirms, reminiscing how he woke up late and sprinted to work, not wanting to be late. The irony is, though, that he's skipping work anyways--- something that Joshua had not predicted.

He also doesn't predict Jeonghan slicing up the waffles, pouring syrup on it, and sliding his plate to the middle of the table, so that it's evenly between the two men. "There," Jeonghan says as if to say that his job is done.

"What are you doing?"

"Sharing," Jeonghan replies. He tilts his head and nonchalantly chews on some of his Belgium waffles, before pointing the prongs of a fork towards Joshua. "Because sharing is caring and I don't want to you die of starvation, Shua."

Then he goes back to eating, not even giving Joshua a chance to decline his offer. Joshua has a feeling that if he tries to, Jeonghan will be upset with him, so he gingerly takes a fork and takes a stab of his own into the bite-sized fluff. When he puts it into his mouth and chews, he's met with an airy, sweet texture tinged with a touch of ripe spring strawberries.

"This is..." Joshua swallows. "Good."

Jeonghan smiles and excitedly rambles, "It is! And can you believe that there's so much more food that's just as delicious?" He takes another bite. "Like, I want to try every food known to mankind."

A soft chuckle comes out of Joshua's mouth naturally. "How will you do that?"

Jeonghan cheerfully shrugs. "Maybe I'll go on another adventure, visit another country," he playfully muses, adding, "I've always wanted to see the Colleseum in Rome."

"The Colleseum isn't a kind of food," Joshua says, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, but its a place that I'd like to go," Jeonghan responds, turning to look out the window, and for a moment, he's in a dreamy-eyed state.

Silence floats through the air until Joshua asks, "Out of curiosity... why did you come here?"

Joshua feels idiotic as soon as he says it, but Jeonghan simply snaps out of a trance and turns back to him. Moving his lips as he submerges himself into his thoughts, Jeonghan finally tells Joshua with a chuckle, "No particular reason. I wanted to, so I did."

"For fun?"

"For fun," Jeonghan says. "I just took a dart, randomly threw it at the world map, and went wherever the damned thing landed, ya know?"

Joshua didn't know--- he didn't make decisions like that, randomly, coincidentally. He would say that Jeonghan was the kind of guy to go where the stars told him to go, but that answer didn't fit him. Jeonghan was the kind of guy who didn't follow a star, who didn't wait for a constellation to appear. He just went where his heart took him--- and somehow it landed in downtown Los Angeles.

But for some reason, Joshua senses that there's more to Jeonghan's story. He wants to know what the rest of that story is, but he doesn't push the man.

So he just nods, before looking at Jeonghan's hands again.

If Jeonghan's hand appeared out of nowhere, out of thin air, Joshua doesn't think that he would give it much thought. He wouldn't wonder where it came from.

He'd just grasp it, take it, and follow it like the North Star.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Once again, they're out on the sidewalk again. Jeonghan is ahead of him, but he twirls around here and there, walking backward to face Joshua, who follows with a fond look on his face.

"Jeonghan," Joshua randomly says. His voice is soft but audible if such a combination exists. Jeonghan turns around again, radiant as ever, Joshua thinks. That's a big chunk of his thoughts right now.

Jeonghan continues to walk backward, sidestepping a passerby. "Hm?"

Joshua picks up the pace and gets closer to Jeonghan, unknowingly. "Do you like music?"

"Do I?" Jeonghan repeats, his face lighting up, "That's like asking if I like to eat."

"Do you?"

"Passionately," Jeonghan cheekily responds, although Joshua has a feeling that Jeonghan's answer could go for anything the man does.

Joshua turns his head away from Jeonghan, quite shyly. "Then... let's go."

Jeonghan laughs, "Go where?"

"There's this store... full of records, and um, well, if you want to..." Joshua mumbles, his voice going from confident to semi-confident to confident again. "We can go?"

"Go to this store?"

Joshua nods fast. "Y-yeah, but like, your answer doesn't have to be yes. It can be no---"

"Let's bounce!" Jeonghan exclaims, bouncing on his toes in excitement. His eyes are sparkling. "I was starting to wonder where we'd go next, you know..."

And so to Mono Records they go, Jeonghan entering the shop like a little kid. The walls are covered in coffee-stained black and white newspapers, punk rock posters, and signatures, some famous, some casual vandalism. Throughout the store, there are shelves and shelves of thin, colorful vinyl records, ranging from Smokey Robinson to ABBA.

Joshua thoughtfully flips through the vinyl records, not looking for any particular one, simply looking. The atmosphere is neither cold nor warm, but fresh to him as he does so. He remembers when some of these songs would come on the radio, and he'd jam to in his room like a maniac. His mother would come upstairs and into the room, asking him to chill out with the stomping--- so he'd shimmy.

"Shua!" Jeonghan calls. When Joshua locates the man, he's across the store, jumping up and down so that Joshua can see him behind the shelves. "Come! Here! I! Wanna! Show! You! Some! Thing!"

The brown-haired man fixes his appearance before he goes to Jeonghan, adjusting his plaid shirt collar and straightening out his worn-out aviator jacket. (A terrible combination, he knows, but he's never really had a sense of style.) When he's done, he makes his way to Jeonghan, who has a vinyl in his hand.

"Can we play this?" Jeonghan says, waving the vinyl in Joshua's face. "Can weee?"

Joshua doesn't answer and instead tries to look at the cover, but it keeps moving in and out of focus thanks to Jeonghan. "...out loud?"

Jeonghan nods and replies, "No, I just want to stare at this cute cover--- of course, I want to listen to it out loud, Shua! What's a record store without a record playing?"

The soft Frank Sinatra in the background says otherwise. "There is a record playing---"

"Okay well this song, they need to play THIS song!"

Next thing Joshua knows, the particular vinyl is being shoved into his hands and his back is being pushed to who knows where. The guy at the cash register takes a drag of his cigarette before looking at Joshua with tired eyes, "You." Joshua turns his head. "I'm talking to you. The botched Bohunk," the guy says, annoyed.

"Yeah?" Joshua says, nervously.

"What do you need?" the other guy bluntly asks, voice deep.

Joshua suddenly remembers why he's standing there. He coughs. Awkwardly. "Uh, can you... play this please?"

The man--- Wonwoo, his nametag says--- slides out from behind the counter and takes the record from Joshua's hand, then walks off to the record player nearby. He pulls up the scratcher and removes Frank Sinatra and replaces it with the vinyl Joshua had been holding. Then he puts the scratcher back on and walks off, while Joshua finds himself listening to a familiar drum sequence.

Then the sound of an electric keyboard or some sort of Marimba.

We're talking away... I don't what, what to say...

"Shua, it's playing!" he hears from a familiar voice. Jeonghan is already rocking his head and the chorus hasn't even come in yet.

I'm to say that I'll say it anyway... today's another day to find you, shying away...

"'I'll be coming for your love, okay?'" Jeonghan sings, in his poor English, but lively and upbeat nonetheless. Honestly, it's endearing, the way Jeonghan points to Joshua as if he's cueing him. By this time, he's already broken out to a full dance, his limbs flying wildly around without a care in the world, with Joshua just watching him.

Joshua is feeling the second-hand embarrassment, but he can't fight the laughter spilling out of his mouth. He composes himself for a moment--- something he struggles to do--- but lets go once the chorus hits him.

"Take... on... me..." Joshua begins to sing, in a low voice, gradually becoming a bit louder as each second goes by until he's fully into the song.

Their fists jut out into the air as they go, "Take! On! Me!"

Take... me... on...

"Take! On! Me!"

And it's as if the Universe meant to slow time down, just for Joshua, who watches as Jeonghan's hair slowly flips through the air, every movement like a moving Polaroid, the sun shining upon him--- no, him shining upon the world--- like he was meant to.

"I'll... be... gone..." Jeonghan sings, and the rest fades into background noise.

In a day... Or two...

Maybe the Universe meant to give him a sign.