#eepy-on-prompt

[chleb-uwu]

Shadow's time on the ARK has caused him to become heavily reliant on cuddles/physical affection, especially when sleeping.

As you can imagine, Shadow is extremely cuddly in private.

Absolutely. But he won't just admit it, even if the moment he falls asleep he becomes grabby >:}

[icyfox17]

Hiding face in neck for bucktommy 💙

Buck comes home from a shift, absolutely dead to the bone, but somehow still feeling quite content with life.

It was a busy shift. Non-stop calls to the point where Buck's pretty sure he's only had around three hours of sleep in the entire 24 hour shift, but they were all relatively simple and with happy endings.

It made Buck feel fulfilled and reminded him of why he loves his job. Even if he feels two steps away from just collapsing on the spot.

Tommy's there to greet him though and oh, Buck missed Tommy. They've only been apart for thirty hours, but that feels like a lifetime.

Instantly Buck falls onto Tommy, burying his face into his neck and letting his body sag.

Tommy catches him, hands already coming to massage the tight knot in his back shoulder without him even asking.

Buck sighs, sinking further into him and breathing in deeply. Tommy must've just showered. His skin is still damp and Buck can smell the pine of his shampoo.

"I love you," Buck mumbles into Tommy, suddenly overwhelmed with just how much affection he feels for him.

He can't see it, but he can hear Tommy's smile as he replies, "I love you too, babe. You have a good shift?" "Yeah, actually." Buck replies, breathing another content sigh. "Just tired."

Tommy's hands come to his curls, scratching them gently and Buck feels a shiver run down his spine. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

Buck whines, keeping his face pressed hidden in Tommy's neck. "Mm don't wanna move."

"The bed is much comfier, Evan." Tommy coaxes, and he does have a point, but Buck doesn't think he'll be able to move ever again. 

"Mm you're comf'," Buck mumbles and honestly falling asleep where he stands does not sound like a bad idea.

He can feel the Tommy's chest vibrate with his laughter and it feels warm. "Evan."

"'mmy."

Tommy starts to pull away and Buck makes an displeased noise, though doesn't do anything as he doesn't have the energy to fight.

Tommy keeps his hands on his shoulders, effectively keeping him upright, as he looks at Buck with an soft expression. "You got this." "I hate you," Buck says without any heat.

"I love you too," Tommy replies without missing a beat, and then he's lightly tugging Buck to their bedroom.

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[stealingyourbones]

(Inspired by @ayamari-no-goshi )

Ectoplasm can distill into a designer drug that gives a feeling of disconnection and tranquility of death.

Danny is used as a live harvester of ectoplasm for said designer drug at the Iceberg Lounge

[whumpitisthen]

Imagine keeping Whumpee in a cursed/magic display case 24/7. They're fed, they don't need to use the restroom, but there's not enough room to lay down, and they're completely deprived of human contact, and even if Whumper completely abandoned them, they can't die while they're in there, but is it really living, when they're trapped behind glass?

I thought about this a lot and I've come to the conclusion that this would be like being bound to an object entirely. Like living in a mirror, or being inside an amulet kept close around someone's neck. Caged, only ever being able to watch, but never even being allowed not to, never being able to sleep, or experience anything themself. All they have is what they see.

It would be indescribable torture to exist like that no matter what. If they are somewhere busy, watching over a street or something, all they can think about is how badly they want to be one of those people, free and happy. Meet with family, have dreams, goals, things to do, food to eat, hobbies to try.

But if they are abandoned, forever locked away somewhere where nobody goes, nothing happens, for years... Imagine setting free a whumpee like that. One that not only hasn't had an ounce of control over their life, but also not even a body to really speak of. How could a whumpee like that live? How would they act around others? How would they know that they need to eat and sleep eventually?

And what if its the worst of both worlds. What if they are fortunate enough to be stuck in a busy space — it's just unlucky that that place is a front row seat to the most demented torture of others, perhaps even people they personally know. They have something to watch, but they wish they didn't, they wish they didn't have to see all the suffering, they wish they could just close their eyes or stop existing altogether.

But also, being put on display is just a whole other flavour of awful. Imagine a fallen king... The kin of a rare species... The snitch... An example... So many reasons they could put somebody on display for, and have others stare at them all day.

[angeart]

happy soft kisses

[redxx95]

got a new commission YIPPEEEE

by @cubedmango <3

[whumpy-wyrms]

whumpees who are just so sleepy.. dozing off while whumper talks about how they’re going to hurt them.. too tired to focus on anything else.. maybe they lean into whumper, too tired to care, they just wanna go to sleep…

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 19 - Radio

Intercepted aliHEN transmission??

[rosy-crow]

😭 i am in fact allergic to just making sephiroth happy so make him cry first and THEN give him comfort /lh

OHOO WE ARE THE SAME MY FRIEND

Your wish is my command 😈

Writing Prompt

(TW for implied dark subject matter and war crimes + child death + crimes against humanity + typical war stuff)

“Sephiroth. Don’t….,” Angeal spoke in a tone that harbored an uncharacteristic coldness to it. Not due to Sephiroth’s presence or behaviors, but owing instead to a haunting of the mind. A memory. Recent and clawing inside his head. Sephiroth knew the thousand yard distance Angeal’s gaze was fixed on all too well and ignored it, turning away. He had learned to smother the shocks of war as a child.

Right now, fury was bubbling inside the cauldron of the hero’s heart and it was all he could feel.

“It’s not worth it this time. Let Lazard deal with this. The damage has been done. We can’t kill Heidegger’s men….,” Angeal urged as he leaned against the wall of a crumbling village hut to catch his breath. He dropped his eyes in shame and defeat shortly after.

Sephiroth clenched his fists until the leather sang. To weaken the enemy, he and Angeal had been sent to eliminate a key air defense system situated within the outskirts of an old Wutai village. Lazard’s orders had been concise and simple. The target was to be destroyed. Civilian casualties in the local area were to be avoided.

And then Heidegger had sent his troops. The Shinra Army’s dogs, Sephiroth thought. The murder-hungry men only uniform and composed when standing in array for the public. The crude morals of their idiotic commander had bled into their barracks and ranks like vile toxin.

When the bastards had arrived to “cause a distraction”, the village had been razed while Sephiroth and Angeal were taking down the tower, negating Lazard’s plans for his trusted SOLDIER duo.

One battalion of some 15-20 particularly drunken soldiers among the deployment had enjoyed the free show and then some more of their own accord.

The civilian bodies lying in the village center weren’t simply charred and lifeless. Oh no, there was a touch of sadism in the carnage that any man with eyes would have spied upon inspection.

“If we report this to Lazard, he can alert the President. They’ll be disciplined and with luck, tried for war crimes…..” Angeal said, trying to stay calm and reason with his friend. He knew Sephiroth doubted Shinra’s judgement and wanted to confront the men himself.

Sephiroth may not have been a real hero. He may have been comfortable with the killings of wartime. But he could not draw pleasure from pointless suffering, and Angeal knew this truth better than any other. Such behavior disgusted Sephiroth, drawing him back to a time in his youth when all he knew was laughter ringing in his ears during bouts of searing pain.

“Sephiroth….”

Sephiroth kept his back to Angeal and did not reply. He started off towards the smoky, ashen village that lay in ruin and despair. As he vanished into the haze, Angeal’s heart stood still with fear.

—

When Angeal found Sephiroth again, he merely found a boy huddled in the corner of a dark room, as if he were catching a glimpse of an unspoken past.

Sephiroth was sitting, hugging his knees to his chest, against a blood-smeared wall inside a trashed and half-singed room that had evidently once been the quiet living space of a Wutaian family.

Blood mingled with the ashes. It painted the brown tiles and broken furniture. It marked the bodies of at least ten mutilated Shinra troopers scattered in a pile on the floor. It caressed the corpse of a woman and a child who was likely her young daughter still caught up in her stiff arms.

Masamune was thrown to the side of the scene, dappled with crimson.

“What did….” Angeal couldn’t speak. The knot in his throat cut off his voice like a vice.

There was a long and dreary pause.

“….I heard cries….screaming….” Sephiroth’s strained reply was somewhere between shaky and hollow. “I came to see….”

His face raised up to Angeal and the latter saw blood dripping down porcelain temples, eyes bleeding with pearly droplets, and skin marred by blackened filth. Angeal couldn’t begin to describe the expression his friend wore. It was the face of someone who had given up on trying to understand the horrors of life. Sephiroth looked so painfully small right then.

“They hadn’t stopped….I just killed them….the men….they were drunk….” Sephiroth was fighting with his own words, forcing them out. “I don’t care that I did, Angeal….I feel nothing…”

“And the….mother and child…?” Angeal got ahold of himself and tried to avert his eyes from the ruined corpses. He was going to be sick. His steps led him to sink beside Sephiroth, trying to connect with the retreating figure.

Sephiroth looked at Angeal as the man took to his side. The hero pursed his lips, shifting his head in an awkward tilt to the side as he tensed every muscle in his body, grasping for control over his breathing. It ached so much…the puncture in his chest that had tugged down the dam behind his eyes. He didn’t want it to happen again…but speaking would….possibly…it….

“Shot dead. One of the soldiers. I wasn’t fast enough,” Sephiroth whispered, hiding his face away behind his bloodied bangs. “I was….confused and they took advantage of my hesitance….because when I came in….there was this little voice babbling and sobbing….I saw….the mother comforting her daughter…they were covered in blood…”

“Sephiroth.”

“I couldn’t…sav…..”

Angeal no longer hesitated. He reached over to draw Sephiroth towards him and the latter allowed the embrace, even nearly clinging to Angeal as if nothing else could ground them both right then.

“Angeal….the child…..she….”

“It’s okay. Just breathe.” Angeal spoke it like a gentle order. Stern and soft. Holding on tight and steady. “Breathe.”

“She kept….crying “mama” like she couldn’t feel her….mother’s comfort any longer…even in her arms….I keep hearing it….”

“Sephiroth.” Angeal firmly held his brother-in-arms and hushed him, sighed deeply as he felt Sephiroth shudder and war with his heaving inhales. The choking, cracked strain of his words was muffled and haggard against Angeal’s uniform sweater.

“It’s….not…fair….”

“Stay with me. Come on.” Angeal ordered again, somber and patient. He ignored the warm waters that melted into his shoulder. He simply held on, unmoving as stone. That was all he could do. It would work.

And it did.

When Sephiroth finally pulled back, his skin was stained with all the grief and salt of his lapse in composure, but he had managed to find himself once more, carrying a world-weary and worn out look in his stare in remembrance of the moment. Angeal nodded as solemnly as he would during a funeral service, his grip finding Sephiroth’s armored shoulder.

“Let’s go. Back to HQ. You need to eat and sleep, k? I’ll talk to Lazard….I promise…..” Angeal said. He watched as Sephiroth brokenly acknowledged the promise and hung his silver head.

“Okay.”

“We’re going to end this war, Sephiroth. We’re going to end this cycle of violence. I won’t give up until we do.”

And so, Angeal raised them both up from the fractured ground and led Sephiroth away from the cruel memory like a guiding star.

[chaoticspeedrun]

Purple seems to be a color people obsess over.

When someone tells you purple is their favorite color, they're just emphasizing the obvious, it is everywhere, from their shirt, to their phone screen, to the trinkets in their room.

It's like it envelops them whole, it becomes a substance of their being more than a color.

Even when it's subtle, when it's calm, when it hides, it is present.

Purple is attention grabbing, it's noticeable, our eyes are drawn to the color regardless of it's opacity, from the store apparel to the colors in the sky at sunset, even subconsciously, you notice it.

It's resilient, like the lavender as it is cut out into a bouquet and it lasts, it lasts for days, weeks months and even as it dries, and the color fades, it still remains, and even a year later the smell of lavender stays.

Purple stains when it touches, even when you can't see it, even when the touch is light, it's still felt, it still tingles, it still reaches under your skin to where you can't touch.

It still leaves a mark, and so you crave it, you crave purple.

You crave it loudly or in silence, only wanting it to know regardless.

[pineappical]

nbc ted and his stupid shorts 🥰

[fishyartist]

Ui idea tests, thrown together bc im eepy. Was planning on doing more but I spent all my days energy on the second one oops

[smokbeast]

"camping" #inktobertale2024 day 5

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

AU Prompt #8 - 💝💓

You stare up at the slumbering giant before you, painted in the soft glow of the moon within the forests of Beast-Yeast. Your body feels a subtle rumble with each rise and fall of the giant cookie's chest, yet nonetheless you steel yourself and get closer. " Shadow Milk Cookie..." You whisper, poking his cheek with your entire hand. He really had to stop sleeping in the forest, who knows what could happen to him? " Shadow Milk Cookie...!" Your heart almost catches in your throat when you see his eyes open, staring off into the distance before looking down unto your tiny body. It will never stop to stun you whenever you see him, his mere presence is just too... breath taking. " Reader Cookie...?" you can hear him sleepily mumble, a smile gracing his features as he stares at you with tired eyes. " Gee, whatcha doin' waking up a monster like me, hm? Aren't you afraid of getting eaten?" He teasingly cooed, trailing off into giggles at the end. " You know what I'm doing," You begin with a soft huff. " You need to stop sleeping in the forest when you go to sleep." " Oh?" He trailed off into a chuckle, slowly picking himself up. You almost lost your footing upon Shadow Milk Cookie's arm, yet he quickly relocates you into his hand as he props himself up with the other. " I thought you wanted me to get more sleep~ Somethin' about calling me a 'trickaholic'?" " That does not mean 'go sleep in the forest.'" You sighed, and yet you still accepted his sleepy morning kisses with open arms.

....

Or, silly morning fluff with Shadow Milk Cookie.

[prismaticpichu]

cute prompts, hm... how about Aerith gets Zack and Sephiroth to help tend her garden and, naturally, chaos ensues?

Shehdhdhdhd that is too cute!!!! A wonderful idea, my friendo!! 💖💖💖

*Zelda cooking music*

PLZ FORGIVE ME!! I DO NOT KNOW WHY THIS GOT SO SOMBER???? I’m getting an F- for tone accuracy lmaooo, but the soul of the prompt is still there??! Maybe??! 🤣💖

~

The garden had a heartbeat.

Strings of sunlight trickled from Midgar’s upper plate, the golden threads drizzling like honey over swathes of grass and the auroras of petals within. A distant waterfall breathed life into a breathing river, its pure waters lacing through the land like liquid diamond, clean to the point of reflection. Swarms of insects hummed overhead; shadows of fish and other marine life streaked the meadow below; the Planet itself seemed to sing here, pulsing, as if he could feel its organic rhythm somewhere deep in his bones, somewhere beyond.

“Hey…”

And his shadow, looming over this precious life, stretching like a stormcloud about to destroy it all.

Hojo’s voice thundered in his ears.

Mnnn, a clean kill, and in a single blow, too. Well done, Sephiroth. The President will be most pleased.

He closed his eyes, remembered.

Ah, so is this ShinRa’s new weapon? Well done, Professor… I’m impressed by the destruction already.

He strained them.

Weapon…

He inhaled.

Destroy…

Exhaled.

I assure you, Sir, there isn’t anything that my Sephiroth won’t be able to destroy.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Destroy…

“Seph.”

And a hand, resting on his shoulder, reining him back to the present.

Sephiroth blinked.

“…Hey,” Zack repeated now, crouching down so he could be level with him, lowering his voice just so. “You’re not gonna kill it, bud. I promise.”

Silently, he looked up at his friend, the most precious life there was to him in this garden. A life that was still intact, even after all the time they had spent together. A life that was not afraid of being extinguished by him.

Complete and utter trust.

“…If it’s any help,” Aerith added, joining him upon the flowers, “I wouldn’t have invited you here if I believed you were dangerous, Sephiroth.” She gave a gentle smile, warm and real. “Zack told me a lot about you.”

That got Sephiroth to break his silence, to hum. “…Oh?”

“Mmnhmm,” she hummed in return, her smile never faltering. “You’re a very kind man, Sephiroth. And I can see that; not everyone is as ginger around the flowers as you.”

At a loss for words, his heart throbbing with a numb kind of well, Sephiroth could only swallow.

He felt Zack’s hand tighten around his shoulder.

“…You can do it, pal. Give it a shot.”

And that hand never left him, nor did Aerith’s smile waver, as Sephiroth’s fingers grazed an angel-white flower, never destroying. Never killing.

The Planet’s heart beat on.

[le-agent-egg]

I wasn’t gonna do sakuraoi week but. I saw wedding as a prompt. And

The girls ever yaaaay

Bonus!!