#cuddlepuddle

[pughollowsanctuary]

True love...

Vinnie, a cream-colored Chihuahua, snuggling sweetly with Cio, a brown and white papillon.

[zonemarket11]

"I really love these videos; they give me such spontaneous happiness!"

[blackrosestore90]

Cute Cat T-Shirt

[lovesexplore]

Lotus cuddling positions

Recall that the postures you choose for cuddling should be determined by your level of comfort and personal taste. The most crucial thing is to cherish the intimacy and connection you have with your partner; there are no hard and fast rules.

Lotus cuddling positions

[icebrooding]

Open World Gamer™

[tiredthing-idk]

I feel like exhausted creatur spup

[paused-waterfall]

Cellbit: "Is everyone sleeping in the same bed?"

The Bolas Rojas cuddlepuddle theory is real

[rhinocio]

cuddlepuddle

[painted-bees]

Maybe weird but I really like how you draw characters all intertwined in group photos! Gives it extra depth and it's just really cool (I don't know fancy art terms, I just like how it looks lol)

aw, thank you!! I really love drawing bodies interacting in intimate ways, platonic, romantic...hugs, sleepy cuddlepuddles, anything with intertwined limbs and weightiness...smooshing...it's very satisfying to attempt in a drawing! :D

I am glad I am able to pull it off on a way that looks appealing, too! Thank you so much aaa QvQ♡♡♡

[pughollowsanctuary]

Cuddles can speak louder than words.

Twister, a very large fawn pug, sleeping while cuddled up to a Human’s leg. He has his chin on the Human’s ankle and his back leg draped over the human’s shin.

[docholligay]

The Traitor Baru Cormorant

I am losing my fucking mind over this book. I loved it. I adored it. This is what I want when I say I want ~queer women’s literature~. This is the lesbian fantasy I crave. Bless and thank to whoever nominated this. I screamed the whole time. This MIGHT be my favorite book the Patreon has voted in for me. 

If Coffee Shop AU cuddlepuddles aren’t for you and you love revenge, cold calculation, and acceptable losses, this is for you. It also doesn’t get wild with the fantasy jargon which I really appreciate.

read the rest on Patreon

[spectralgecko]

The urge to draw a cuddlepuddle of the moot avatars/pfps.

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[marointhemoon]

Here is your requested bullying about We'll Manage. <poke>

And I'm going to challenge you to write 500 words on cuddlepuddle.

And possibly on claim, especially if it's closing out the SatoReed saga.

So intrigued by watch the sky and best intentions and when, not if, we'll reach the other side.

As for your slice of life - engineer and astrophysicist, please. And Janelle, if no one else has asked.

okay okay okay.

prepare for olympic gold-winning yappery.

i don't have a chapter of we'll manage because the thought of writing amanda cole as anything other than a vapid bitch has me tempted to put my head through a wall. as a consolation prize, here's a 600-ish-word sneak peek of cuddle puddle:

Malcolm Reed has always prided himself on his independence. It's always been easiest to keep things formal, professional, and healthily distant, to the greatest extent possible. No close attachments. No ambiguity. No misunderstandings. No room for errors. That’s how life stays clean and in order. The Enterprise, as if by some cruel means of divine ridicule, has always prided itself on precisely those things. The military, of course, has its own way of forcing people together and leaving skin behind when it tears them apart again, but this particular ship has a little something more. These people like each other—very much so—and they’re very willing to express it openly. It varies somewhat by department, but the expressions of affection run the gamut from fraternal shoulder punches to too-long, soul-compressing hugs that make his stomach turn just watching them. Indeed, with all due respect to the rest of the crew, he's always been rather at odds with their touchy-feely tendencies. He’s never been a touchy-feely person, anyway; it’s unbecoming of a senior officer, besides. In the interest of avoiding the harassment of certain others, he’s kept the latter opinion to himself. At least some of his staff seems to have some sense on that topic. At the very least, between Zabel, Porter, and Pointer, the security team has maintained itself as a bastion of austerity against an army of lovers. Still, said army is large and powerful, and even his iciest personnel have their melting points: Burke for Zabel, Webster for Porter, and Fuller for Pointer. Hardly romantic in any of their cases—God knows this department is too small for that—but no less potent. With a power only describable as solar, Zabel melts into Fred, Porter into Jay, and Pointer into Corina. He’d be lying, though, if he said he’d rather not experience Fred’s full-chested laughter, Jay’s infodumps, or Corina’s yells of three-pointer-fuelled excitement on as regular of a basis as he does. Much to his chagrin, Malcolm Reed is indeed human. At the end of a long day of inconsequential things going wrong, there’s nothing that can force his hand quite like the beginnings of a soon-to-be-hellish migraine. Before he can think better of it, he comms Trip to let him know to expect him. His and Trip's... arrangement is nothing new. He hesitates to call it a relationship, or even a "friends with benefits" situation. There are benefits, certainly, but that's hardly relevant. It's hardly even his and Trip's, really. Certainly not exclusively. At some point, he and Hoshi conspired to make taking him apart a regular occurrence; Travis, to Malcolm's knowledge, helped them come up with the plot, but he’s always strikingly absent from these ad hoc sessions. He continues to make up for his absence in other ways, besides—he's plenty playful enough. As he makes his way down to Trip’s quarters, the insecurity sets in. It always does. There are some parts of Malcolm’s brain that he’s never quite been able to turn off, and his guilty conscience has always been chief among them. He knows Trip and Hoshi well enough—this has never been a sex thing, nor even an offer of a romantic relationship. They don’t require that of him any more than he asks for it. Still, protests that small, defensive, ever-insecure part of his soul. The stern, sardonic, stiff-lipped Chief of Security, off to be cuddled? The thought is equally vulnerable, equally intimate. It’s an argument he wages every time: if Trip didn’t want to do this, he would never have offered in the first instance. Trip doesn’t mind his clinginess—that, he knows—but he does.

re: the last chapter of claim, i'm working on it—i finally have a decent direction for that (not that i didn't; i just hated it.)

the other wips, though... hawhawhaw. i'll go in order of your ask.

watch the sky:

the squeakquel to that work i wrote about malcolm having a panic attack for seemingly no reason. you can already tell how dusty that work is. it's the work with the line, "Stepping into decon, it's honestly a little like a raccoon's staring at me."

additional fun fact: this work is a bit of a turducken, in the sense that my notion file for it has a whole other work nested inside of it. it went by the exact same name—it was just about hoshi having a psychotic break in the aftermath of her involuntary field trip to the xindi ship. ironically, i've made more progress on that work than this one, but i'm still dealing with the same issue: what the fuck is a story progression.

like i get to the bit where whumpee and caretaker finally reunite and whumpee gets some TLC, but idk where to go from there.

best intentions:

a work based on this post (why/how a keeper of the lost cities post made it onto my feed, i have no idea). the reason i'm struggling to write it is because i originally intended to write it about t'pol trying to fit in with the NX-01 crew. but i felt like that didn't really fit her character arc, so i kind of abandoned it. and then i was like "oh wait, what if i write it with worf or data with the NCC-1701 crew instead?!" but those have their own issues so we're kinda stuck at square one.

when, not if, we'll reach the other side:

a work whose title comes from "the graduate" by the arcadian wild (spotify link / youtube link). i've been sitting on this work for a while, too: this is a crossover between TNG and ENT where, somehow, trip tucker and william riker get to talking about the things they've lost over time and how they (primarily will) choose to continue to love and rely on people anyway.

my view of trip has changed somewhat significantly since i originally came up with this idea (which is part of what has made writing "cuddle puddle" so hard), so i'm struggling with how his characterization not only fits in with riker's but also within the story at large. does he choose to continue to love, nevermind as openly as he used to? is he still emotional when talking about elizabeth, or is he more closed off about his feelings on the subject?

engineer and astrophysicist:

so i've been doing this thing where i've been rolling a wheel on wheelofnames with every name of my NX-01 roster on it, then coming up with a scenario in which they talk to each other or interact in some way. if i can't come up with something, I roll a d100 and pick the corresponding entry from my prompt ask game.

the difficult bit is when i roll two characters i haven't fleshed out basically at all, then get the prompt "family." like why. because like:

what i know about the engineer: his name is grant fletcher (based on this guy), and he's a 1st-class crewman from queens. he's 26 at the time the ship launches. AND THAT'S IT.

what i know about the astrophysicist: her name is patricia o'malley, but she goes by patti (based on this girl). she's a sciences ensign from south bend, indiana, whose family and community is heavily irish. also she's 23 at the time the ship launches. AND THAT'S IT.

and like. i know part of the challenge (most of the point, really) is to come up with the characterization as i go, so as to kinda flesh the characters out via these little tidbits. but that doesn't make it any less like:

Lingua Franca:

fun fact: sometimes it actually is easy peasy lemon squeezy. kind of. or, at the very least, the issue you're having is the same minor-but-also-major issue you're having with most of your other works (okay, i've done the thing, where do i go from here?) and the solution is to just like. make a story beat map and expand from there.

imagine actually doing the solution, though.

lmao.

no but in all seriousness: LF is about janelle kelly chatting with another engineer, who was born and bred in france, and trying to communicate in french. without spoiling it in any meaningful way, it's a platonic meetcute.

but yeah, i think that's everything. i'm not going to apologize for rambling, because i presume you knew what you were getting into when you asked me about this many works. (i'm happy to talk about more of them, and/or in more detail, if you wish. <3)

thanks for the ask!

[delicateartisantrash]

Soooooo thoughts on when soundwave/lazerbeak/ shockwave/predaking learn about the healing properties of cat purrs

All i can imagine later is butterfly being in mild pain or uncomfort and just soundwave or lazerbeak getting ravage and the kitties to make a purring cuddlepuddle to “heal” them and predaking just curving around in the biggest purr murder circle guarding the chamber

congrats you nailed one of my major plot devices dead on

Their purring frequencies and the way cats behave with sound and energies are incredibly important to the story ;)

As for when....

Probably after the Predacon Sparklings are decanted and we [REDACTED] while Shockwave and Soundwave are busy with [REDACTED] and Predaking is just so happy ;)

Possibly? Before that and with Beaky. Depends on how these nerds progress through the next chapters heheheee

[captain-price-unofficially]

German cuddlepuddle after marching through Holland and Belgium, May 1940

[valentijnsstuff]

I really thought last week was gonna be chill but I overdid it again huh

Monday. Go to therapy, middle aged therapist asked how my date went that I was so nervous for two weeks ago. Tell her it was a huge dissapointment, but that its a funny story to tell. Do work. Text friends. Productive day.

Tuesday my dad comes over for lunch. He fixes some stuff he doesn't like in my house, without me having asked. We go for a walk, talk about jobs. A guy comes over for an intake to be my volunteer. He is a bit posh, but he is gay, ace and funny, and he thinks helping me is a fun way to do volunteer work. Go to queer focused trans support group in the evening. See some of the homies. Do my best to sit and listen, doodle drawings for my next porn comic. End up flirting with handsome transman from Italy.

Wednesday morning I go to my GP. I'm greeted with 'Wow buddy we heard you got into crisis treatment?' (yeh I was suicidal haha) 'You say that so matter-of-factly'. Have a meeting for a big gig in november. Spend the rest of the day chilling in bed, but also finishing work for comic deadline. Go to a transman support group in the evening. Get overwhelmed, bc I've been too productive.

Thursday I feel hungover, partly from taking half a Quetiapine. Try to mentally ready myself for the evening, because I'm giving a drag workshop with other drag artists. We have an interesting group of seniors and young people, everyone is shy but very excited about doing drag. A transmasc I matched on a dating app once is there, we flirt a lil. I go home and stay up way to late to take pictures of my make up.

Friday morning I skip therapy, because I am too hungover from the workshop, and everything before it. Spend the day purposefully aknowledging how miserable my body feels. Have a sleepy date night with poly girl. She cooks, we rewatch hungergames and cuddle. I am a bit put off by her boundless energy, but I regain some of mine as soon as the make out sessions start. Hot queer sex ensues.

Saturday morning, wake up in poly girls bed. Get up with them, but the sleepyness overtakes me and I go back to bed to take nap. They come and cuddle me when I wake up, it's nice and we both express how at ease we feel with eachother. I go home and get ready to chill, bc tonight is the big night in terms of a prestigious job that I have lined up. I give a workshop at a national museum for museum night. Everything goes really well, its a huge success, I get a lot of praise from the people I work with. But trough the rushed nature of the evening, I feel very flighty the whole time, and a bit scared I am going to crash really hard. Still totally worth it.

Wake up from a nightmare sunday morning. Ultimately I feel a lot less hangover than I thought I would. Get myself freshed up and go to poly girls house, because they are having a friend hangover. Immediately get infodumped on, now I do feel hungover. Two more poly people show up. Everyone watches me draw them as furries. We have a big cuddlepuddle, I get kinda sleepy and horny. I ask poly bestie if she'd like some when the others leave (she says yes). I'm a bit cautious, bc past partners never wanted to have sex twice a week. We have a good time, but when I go home, I somehow still feel horny. Spend the whole evening pent up, especially when having a call with the longer distance transman I have been flirting with for a few months.

(Bonus) Monday, sleep out till late, go to therapy. Have a fun session explaining my lore to a younger therapist who is a huge trans ally. I stick around the therapy building to do work, because it's a nice place to sit, with a garden. Have dinner at the house of a newly made poly friends. They are a huge nerd, who keeps telling me they are demi, but then continuesly flirts at me. They open the door with 'my other transmasc friend would definitely have sex with you' (hi buddy good to see you too). We chat about childhood stuff and make pizzas. At some point they propose cuddles and watching show, bc they know I like cuddling. We watch scavengers reign, and I somewhat taken aback how intimate they cuddle, but I act casual. We talk about our definitions of queer sex dynamics, while they are wrapped around my leg with theirs 😳 at some point we tickle fight 😳😳 before I go I mention I think I smell, they push their face into my armpit 😳😳😳 (can it get any gayer) I now have flustered feelings about all this. I dream about having sex with a transman later that night.