#fluffpost

[sweetcloudsandwich]

i think people misunderstand why we dislike the term impure regression. it's not that we don't think it's okay to have bad feelings and experiences while regressed, far from it actually. it's the term itself, and the way it implies there's a "wrong" way to regress. you can feel impure during these times, sure, but actually calling your regression itself impure furthers the idea that regression is meant to be all sunshine and happiness and that it isn't something people do out of trauma, and that if you have negative experiences while regressed that's wrong and bad. maybe we as a community should call it something else? idk man. id really prefer we not accidentally stigmatize ourselves, thanks.

[crimeronan]

i'm flaring and you know what that means. Complete Nonsense Time

anyway i've got purring witches on the brain again. as usual the thoughts involve the princess AU kiddos, more specifically hunter and amity. bc like. i am who i am as a person

in the past mostly i've just thought about the turbo autism potential of a tiny luz knowing she can scritch a tiny hunter behind the ears and he'll purr about it like a kitty. something that entertains her for hours. this morning i'm thinking about how once they're older, hunter is high-strung enough that he likely almost never purrs anymore and luz might've forgotten he even Can. until some night when there's less to worry about than usual and he's unusually relaxed and sleepy and starts rrrrring about it & luz is like.

oh.

oh my god.

hang on i need to put my head on your chest right now.

mhm. yeah i'm For Sure gonna fall asleep within the next two minutes and have pretty pleasant dreams for once. good night perfect angel catboy i am already snoozing into incoherence mmmfnghlblargbn

and also. amity sometimes purrs in her sleep. and luz is like. She Can Never Know About This. bc if i tell her about it then she'll figure out some way to Stop. and i want her to keep having happy dreams :(

[mikki-does-simp]

Words aren't worth shit. (Kuroiro Shihai x GN!reader)

surprise you guys, i came back from my grave for the kajillionth time! frankly, i'm slightly sick of interacting with almost of the MHA fandom, but my love for 1B seems to never ever waver, so i'll try my very best to stick to more longform fanfiction and post more-often so that the people who deserve it have actual content.

A/N: i wrote this in literally two adjacent blocks starting at 1AM and ending around 5 AM with a sleep from 4-4:30, so forgive any flow inconsistences or grammar/spelling mistakes because i say fuck the beta

edit: actually never mind next time i will appreciate a beta run more i left so many spaces that were just- *unfilled*

socially awkward kuroiro AND tactical manipulator kuroiro CAN co-exist, it just has to be written in a very specific way, though. despite that, with you, he feels like a cat covered in wet spaghetti, but like, in a good way.

Who the hell came up with the saying "a picture is worth a thousand words"? Or hell, who altered it to have it to relate an action? Kuroiro didn't really seem to convince himself of it, no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't like he was indifferent to works of art- after all, he considered himself a sort of artistic guy... but when it came to a flash, a picture in his mind, a memory- usually it only took up about thirteen words in his mind. He considered himself a writer. Dare he say a poet. He kept piles upon piles of journals of his writing, and where people could not suffice, pen and paper were his greatest confidants. As much as he liked pencils, pens were just- ironically more artistic; even if he had to scribble at the paper if he misspelled a word or accidentally placed the lettering way too close.

He clenched a few papers between his hands, skimming over the writing as he stood in wait for what might be a pinnacle moment of his life. There were too many mistakes in his mind- so many scribbles it seemed like a quarter of each page was just a section or a word, blacked out in ink. He sighed, inwardly admitting that staying up until two am in the morning writing this was a terrible idea it's not like the author is doing the EXACT same thing down to the hour, but he could just not wait. Thoughts seemed to be always running through his head at light speed, from dawn to dusk and in between his dreams like a sickness of his. This is when he started to pace around with the pages in his hand, having to really mentally prepare himself for what he set up on what seemed to be the first impromptu thought of his entire life so far.

Kuroiro had somehow deluded himself so hard that he decided that he was going to profess his feelings for you within the next moment. Or at the very least, his fond admiration for your pieces, large or small that create the entire puzzle. He had slipped a piece of plain notebook paper under your door, even; that's how casual he tried to seem about it, as it could mean a lot of different things under different connotations if you ask someone to meet you. It wasn't a fancy sort of greeting or letter like he would have spent countless hours imagining he would, but it would make due. His pen and paper were becoming restless in it's own right, sick of hearing the same thought in a different variant over and over and over again. He had decided to meet you about fifteen minutes before the dormitory curfew, as to both make it less inconvenient for you and to make sure he had an escape route if anything went wrong. Yet again, his mind seems to be in a race with everything around it, dreaming up every possibility. Every triumph, every pitfall. The churns in his stomach grew more intense as he began to doubt himself,

It didn't take too long for you to meet him, with the casually dressed notebook paper folded in one of your hands. You pocketed it, then closed the gap of distance between you and Kuroiro, standing in front of him with a curious look to the papers in his hand- and how he looked like how he was going to vomit up a hairball. It raised some eyebrows, sure; but you seemed to understand his nature- his mannerisms, his idiosyncrasies: you seemed to accept them as they were, with no complaints otherwise about who he was. Human. A breath of fresh air for a guy like him, really. He didn't even greet you properly for a moment, already seeming to clam up, enamored by your beauty. It took a couple seconds for him to actually remember why he brought the two of you here- but when he did, he slowly looked to the writing in front of him, starting to read it out. Unfortunately for you, it was incredibly difficult to decipher what he was actually saying- he used so many elusive synonyms that the average person wouldn't be familiar with in terms of linguistics, and he would often go back to read a part if he messed it up, or pause for a moment to try and figure out what he was trying to say himself. The more and more he talked, the more Kuroiro realized this the sole brainless idea he had in a very long time- at least in his book, so out of some sort of shame, he started getting quieter as he read. His posture crumpled up more than it was before, and he was mumbling so badly, that it was even hard for him to hear the words that were spewing out of his mouth as he tried to read back He dropped the small stack of papers, much to your confusion; then, much to his incredible embarrassment, he felt his legs start to buckle despite himself as he kneeled to the floor, covering his face with his hands and starting to mumble a little louder about how incredibly awkward this situation was and that you should just forget it ever happened. He couldn't anymore, everything seemed to catch up to him in his incredulity...

You kneeled down to the floor with him, starting to pick up the papers for him. His hand reflexively moved to instantly snatch the papers from you- to hide away and confide yet again in the caverns of pen and paper- but he stops himself, opting to ball his hand into a fist to do so as he starts on an attempt to quell his mild panicked breathing. He felt so... soppy. Dare he say even- pathetic in a way. It took a moment, but he eventually found the strength to look you in the eye, and they lock, the watercolor to his monochrome. You pick up the rest of the pages, and even if it is incredibly messy and out of order, you remember how he reached to grab them from you, and although it confused you on why he would do that, you respected him too much to pry; in a state where he was cracking on all sides of a sphere, where he looked so oddly vulnerable. If you weren't too preoccupied with being concerned about the way he was acting, it would have felt good, about how he seemed to trust you being within this state

"Hey..." you interjected, slowly starting to offer both your held papers; and your free outstretched hand over to Kuroiro, "Take the time you need. You'll find a way to say what you need to say... and I'll flag you down with signals so it won't- get lost within the waters."

You had sort of an idea what was happening- but you could ask for more context later, as Kuroiro seemed a little too nervewracked to answer your questions. He took the both of you off guard, as he shuffled a little closer, his own arms beginning to outstretch as he simply took your simple outstretched gesture to wrap his arms around you in a shakey but gentle embrace. In that very moment, he couldn't believe it but... no words could describe what he felt. He almost lost himself in trying to figure it out, but at the same time, you quelled the tide all the same as you held each-other there.

[themothcourt]

I have deeply admired your work since I discovered it (long enough ago cherry flavoured memories was getting updated), it helped me except a lot about myself and made me fall in love with hdg as a whole,,, I just want you to know that your work is very important to me and I hope you're doing good :333

AHHHH WHAT? JALFL:AKF:AKFLKF:LEKAFJAELKFKLF:AJFV:LAJV Thank you so much! I really appreciate the nice comments holy heck jasflkjadflfs.

Currently working on a few things, both non HDG unfortunately, but I'm glad you've been with me this long, it means a lot to me.

[pinkfloofytaur]

Camellia is so soft and fluffy she's perfect for cuddling with, and almost always open for it. She'll give you a hug, bring a paw around you, or if you just want to lay against her lower half you can do that too

[genderqueerpond]

Fluffpost

Pop! Goes the Weasel

The Doctor, Turlough, Tegan, and Nyssa; a bonfire; popcorn

Warmth

The Doctor, Turlough, and Kamelion; a bonfire; marshmallows

the birdwatchers

The Doctor and Turlough go birdwatching (inspired by cosmic-celery)

[freyito]

Fluffposting while I wait for the xfinity guys to get here...

Kenshi gets you flowers. 100%. Everytime he can, really. Yeah, he could see atleast the outlines with sento and all but 1. He can't see the color, and 2. Bringing a sword into a flower shop or in public with heavily crowded areas is most definitely ideal. So he always asks for help. Like he'll just gush about you to the worker or some poor soul he's asked. He always comes back with the most beautiful bouquets.

Johnny definitely gets you flowers too. Normally before a big ol date night. He like genuinely stresses out over which flower goes where. He doesn't yell at the worker but he's so goddamn particular about the arrangements, like he tells the worker the exact measurements and which goes where. And he makes sure they wrap them in the most beautiful paper, it has to match the bouquet or else everything's going downhill. He probably tips the worker like a $100 or something cause he's overly aware of just how picky he is. But rest assured it's the best arrangement you get (until he gets you another one.)

Bonus points! Kenshi's a lot more grounded when him and Johnny are out getting you flowers. Like Johnny still stresses the hell out but Kenshi speaks to him all soft like "I'm sure they would love whatever we get them", and once Johnny's initial panic for perfection is over, he describes every little detail about the flowers to Kenshi. And sometimes even pulls up meanings. Johnny has mad flower knowledge, seriously. And when the worker asks how they would like it arranged, before Johnny can go back on his painfully long description, Kenshi's like "any way is fine :)"

[the-character-is-proud-of-you]

i think i am experiencing what they call burnout so i domt know if i can do any affirmatioms just yet but ill try some fluffposting for you guys

[takami-takami]

I told myself I was gonna do more fluffposting on here for a bit to make things cozier, but I do have one take I need to get out there: I do think Keigo likes cock. Like I think he's a huge fan.

Applies to strap, too. When you pick out straps to buy together, he's peering over your shoulder and pointing out the more realistic ones. Doesn't even notice he's doing it. That's my hot take. Okay that's all.

[zph]

the next fic i will post later this week is something kinda special <- not because it is anything outside of my usual fluffposting but because it is the first fic i made that set the foundation for the birth of the zph blogue 💭

[sweetcloudsandwich]

i dont play crob or crk much anymore but the devilishly handsome employee at devsis that designed this one deserves a raise

[gentleeclipsey]

My brain is finally working again, fluffposting to resume after commissions are complete >:3

[mikki-does-simp]

RIN WITH AN FTM READER

romance *can* be implied, but it is also able to be taken as platonic! unfortunately can’t @ an anon user since i already answered the ask but uh, hopefully they see this!

Rin doesn’t start off with completely understanding this part of you, incredibly far from it; in fact, but he is willing to learn. His natural curiosity drives him, as he hadn’t really personally encountered many trans people other than you in his life due to his upraising, much less someone he knew quite closely.

When you first come out to him, you will most likely have to be quite direct about it, especially since he only knows basic terminology, some of it a little outdated. Despite this, once he understands; he is very respectful of what preferences you’d like, especially when bringing in others who may not be aware.

it takes him a little while to get used to your new pronouns or name, but he also catches himself every time once you tell him if he slips up, then he corrects himself and apologizes; it gets a lot easier for him as time goes on and integrating it into his life.

Rin is willing to part from his jackets and sweaters to give to you if you express that you’re feeling distraught with dysphoria about your chest or arms. They are incredibly warm, comfortable, and usually a little larger in size on him, even ~~as he doesn’t like that what would usually be his size hugs his own arms a little too *tightly*~~

If you show an interest in working out to look more masculine, he is willing to let you join with his own training. (I will forewarn people on this, he will try to slow down to match your pace and go easy on you at first, but it is quite difficult. His training consists of almost solely strength training with his martial arts, as he doesn’t often think about the aesthetic of his physique in that way.)

He would also direct you to Kamakiri and Tetsutetsu in that sense, and hey; those two beefheads hella know their way around the gym (CANONICAL GYM PALS!! gotta write about that sometime) and would also be hella supportive in both your gym journey and wherever you’d want to take your transition.

Moving around this subject, he tries his best to research and read about what it’s like being trans both from a research standpoint and accounts of other experiences, as he doesn’t experience this feeling himself; but he would at least would want to try and *understand.*

He asks you some of these questions personally as well, but he understands your need and want for privacy, so unless you’re open about it, he won’t pry.

Finally, (and the most important by far) is that while he understands that being trans is only a certain facet of your person as a whole, and he welcomes it with open arms; enjoying you as a person and trying his very best to give you both support when you ask for it and space if you need it.

I hesitate to write a tidbit scenario- as there are both many different ways to touch on this topic, and many different ways to be trans! (i would like to avoid either projecting my own experience onto it, or generalizing the experience a little too much.) if anyone wants to ask for something even more specific than this, feel free to send them in! I don’t have many asks anyways, so i’ll be able to personalize more for the real ones (my viewers) 🔥

[kavalyera]

time to fluffpost😁

[totally-yourz]

Rating:Explicit

Archive Warning:No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:M/M

Fandom:Buddy Daddies (Anime)

Relationships:

Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa ReiSuwa Rei & Unasaka Miri

Characters:

Kurusu KazukiSuwa ReiUnasaka Miri

Additional Tags:

Domestic FluffPost-CanonMutual PiningAffectionSmutAnal SexRimmingPraise KinkService Top Kurusu KazukiGetting Together

Language: English Stats:Published:2023-06-29Words:4,796Chapters:1/1Comments:8Kudos:68Bookmarks:4Hits:325

Summary:

As Rei takes care of the dirty dishes, Kazuki throws on his work uniform and takes his leave. As per usual, he gives Miri a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek before he rushes out the door. “Be good for Rei-papa and Anna-sensei!”

“Okay, bye-bye!” she calls back, waving before the door shuts.

Rei sets the dishes in the rack to dry and wipes his hands on a well-worn dish cloth. “Do you want to pick out your clothes for today?” he asks.

But Miri is still facing the door, tapping on her bottom lip contemplatively. She doesn’t seem to have registered his question. “Rei-papa?”

“Hm?”

“Why doesn’t Kazuki-papa kiss you too?”

— (or, rei has struggled with physical contact for most of his life. his new family changes this for him.)

[microposting]

what if i started g/t fluffposting again

i do have some news i should probably drop a few days in advance. starting next week im gonna be on some medical sexual activity restrictions for a few weeks so in the interest of uh minimizing bloodflow to the region i will be less active on this blog. i cant really make promises on how less active or for how long or anything like that, kind of playing things by ear. i really wanted to get this thing im writing out before then but thats seeming unlikely lol. thats all thx.