#i love his raindrops

[critter-catcher]

It was raining the other night and I found such a pretty guy. This is a Giant American Millipede!

I wanna talk about these guys for a minute because they get a badrap.

Unlike centipedes, millipedes aren't venomous, in fact, they can't even bite or sting you! Millipedes have extremely weak jaws because of that they can only feed on soft decaying plant matter, fungi, and flower buds.

Of course, they aren't wandering around without any protection, they do have defense mechanisms. They can produce minor toxins or skin irritants, which this guy actually did after I held him to get a shot of his legs!

The thing is, unless you have sensitive skin or are allergic to what the irritants are made up of (which I'm not) then it's perfectly harmless. Even if you do have sensitive skin, the reaction is very mild and unless you're grabbing them, they aren't likely to secrete the toxin.

These guys get a bad wrap for being creepy and scary when, realistically, they're one of the most docile and harmless bugs out there! They're very cool to hold and feel crawling across your skin thanks to all those little legs (two per each body segment!).

As always, don't pick up any critters if you don't know what they are, or how to properly handle them!

[dwritesit]

page 1: a short raindrop engagement comic / fic

based on conversations with kirst ♡ thinking nonstop about raindrop husbands and then... well how did they get engaged??

my first time making a comic so bear with me folks (working on requests in between this project!)

Written portion:

...

Tick, tick, tick, tick…

The hands of the clock on the library wall flick around their orbit, though no one pays mind to their positions. Scribbling on paper, book pages turning with a quiet whush, a waggling tail occasionally meeting the bookcase as the reader absorbs the writings. 

It had been hours since Rain and Dewdrop first entered the ministry library. The fire ghoul wanted to read, the water ghoul wanted to draw. A chill had seeped into their bones when they first arrived early morning that dissipated as the afternoon sun streamed in through the large windows. It was cozy now, comfortable enough to sink and yawn into. 

Rain stretched for the hundredth time with a low groan, a knot forming in his lower back from being hunched over his drawing pad. Images had poured out in the beginning, mostly of his lover, but they dribbled into doodles as his mind began to drift. He sat back in his chair, blinking fast to try and rouse his brain again, peeking at the clock that read a time he didn’t truly care about. Then, he turned to the ghoul who had entered with him.

Dewdrop had started out in one of the plush, red chairs on the far wall of the library. A dark bound book capturing his attention. Then he’d moved to the table next to Rain until he became fidgety, then to the floor where he currently laid out, ankles raised and crossed over each other, his tail wiggling every time the book excited him. Rain stared at him, taking in his lithe form. The curve of his back as he rested up on his elbows. Legs stretched out in a way that Rain could only describe as cute. That long, dark tail, heart shaped at the tip that Rain wanted to reach out and grab - both because Dewdrop would certainly pout cutely, and tail pulling usually lead to other more sinful activities. 

The fire ghoul had one hand raised to his mouth, looking thoughtful, while the other was holding the book open, pointing a guide for Dewdrop’s eyes. Long, hay-colored hair was tucked behind his ears, and one bunch that never seemed to listen was hanging in front of his pointed nose. Rain wanted to slick it back, if only to see more of Dewdrop’s pretty face. He truly was a gorgeous ghoul. Warmth bloomed in his chest at the sight. 

I love him, was the only thought on his mind.

[aiuredsworld]

Potter and Malfoy at their favorite alcove

ps. This is actually inspired by WTTWOG. From the scene where they were at draco’s favorite alcove in the second library of malfoy manor. I wanted to visualize the scene ever since I read that part. The narration there was so good and it gave me a cozy warmth to my heart. The way its make you close you eyes and sigh with satisfaction after reading something so well written. Draco’d be watching raindrops while Harry’d be watching draco, but I sucks at drawing rain so 🤷🏻‍♀️

[wardog-of-the-endless]

War? Be Normal? About THEM?

You're Joking.

It's a PhayuRain in Wedding Plan post! I can't contain myself.

To Start With: HE? My angel? MY LITTLE GOLDEN DARLING?

Phayu how could you leave him for even an instant, honestly.

He's shining.

Also: I am NEVER over Phayu's little signature. NEVER.

Does my darling want flowers? Give my darling flowers!

How could you say no? He Is? The Most? ANGELIC?

Seriously give him everything. Look at him.

Well, I mean you are, obviously... Because you have stellar taste, don't you, Khun Phayu?

Yeah you do.

An Angel. The importance of looking reassuringly at your boy even though you're about to propose and might be freaking out a little bit.

I'm Gonna Scream.

Living in This Moment ETERNALLY, thanks.

Also, Phayu looking at Rain like he's going to cry? GOODNIGHT. GOOD. NIGHT.

Totally ok with Phayu literally gazing at Rain while glitter falls over them. Totally not chewing through walls at how he just.. looks... softly... at his boy.

Composure? I don't know her.

Oh look, the brat is back and Daddy is so ready to indulge him. Your Honor, They're HORRIBLE. They're Everything. T.T

Kiss me just to mess with my best friend, not because we're madly in love or anything.

!!! THEY !!! I AM SO FINE ABOUT !!THEY!!

Thank you.

[consumeroflemoans]

Having a photoshoot with Dan IL at the place where he used to be imprisoned is comedy gold to me

[mcdolann]

by @copperdonkeyphoto on instagram

[oblako]

absolutely obsessed with the visual execution of this part like are we all seeing this...

also these two panels:

[rainintheevening]

Do guys KNOW how sexy it is to say things like Since the day you rose before me out of the downs I have loved you, and that love shall not fail to their bros? Like do they know how ATTRACTIVE that is?

Okay, you don't have to be that grand, but say stuff from your hearts, my guys. To each other. Be sincere, no matter how silly you feel. It'll make you and friends better people. Also it's kind of the height of sexy. That and being kind to kids.

How a guy treats his bros tells me everything I need to know about him. But like, do they KNOW how much that means?

[moonschmoon]

dew is such a tease just let the poor boy have his lean

[revasserium]

What are some different moments a character might fall in love?

at the chime of a bell

at the first proper kiss

at the moment when the adrenaline meets up with the risk

at the pause before the drawing breath, when the world is full of hope

at the break of dawn

at the fall of night

at the pause after breathing, when the world is letting go

at the sound of laughter

at the sight of tears

at the length of a sidewalk, between far and near

at noon

at midnight

at 6:47 sharp

at the first page of a book

at the last swing in a park

at 12am, greenwich time

at the blip of a message, sent or received

at the bar in a hotel that everyone leaves

at the an airplane lounge

at the window seat

at the first light of morning

at the last light of night

at the sound of a heartbeat, thudding against skin

at the rhythm of breathing, again and again

at the mere thought of falling in love, or realizing that love is love itself, the kind of thing that unbinds us all, that it unifies more so than it divides, that no matter how this love goes, it is worth it to try, that to love and to be loved is a life-given right, and that right here, right now, is the perfect time.

[gloucester-carousel]

he's sending another now, actually

[doyouknowhowtowaltz]

I’m not particularly proud of this but it turned out pretty okay x I’m not really happy with the beast’s design in this soz, hope you like it :)

~*~

WOW! This is absolutely lovely! I truly cannot thank you enough! This is gorgeous, the grey dreary graveyard and the slanting rain, the chilling exterior and then the Beast and Enoch lit by the watercolor splash of light from Warren's cigarette, it's delightfully intimate and such a warm take on the scene! Enoch's earnest expression is utterly delightful, and Warren hiding his smile behind his hand under the guise of smoking is adorable. I always love seeing kiwi-ki's Enoch design! It's so cute, right down to his lil kitten pin!

[mvzli]

[wardog-of-the-endless]

(Mar)War? Be Normal? About Them? Part 2.

You're still joking, the remix.

Ok so people had a good time with my abridged PhayuRain meltdown and I thought I'd expand it. So there's a part 2. With more images. Because image max seriously cramped my style last time. (Bastards.)

Literally everything else stopped mattering at this point. Like, I was ready to go restart Love In The Air RIGHT HERE. Except hello? Blond Noeul/Rain, my beloved. Put him in everything immediately.

I won't fan analysis you to death (that's what I have Mar for). But I will throwback to us about the Teaser:

We're Fine.

Mini-meltdown about Boss styling for LITA/Wedding Plan vs Zomvivor.

Is anyone else going to suffer through unspeakable zombie horrors for the sake of their darlings, or is it just me? Literally all but 3 of my favorites are in this goddamn show I'm going to lose my MIND. But anyway.

Watching the teaser like?

I stand by what I said.

Give him anything he wants, he's precious. Mar said:

My SoulSister is right and she should say it, so. She did.

Remember how I said: Also: I am NEVER over Phayu's little signature. NEVER.

I'm not! It's so cute! HE'S STILL DOING IT. He's a famous architect and he's writing letters to his boyfriend and signing his endearing little scribble tornado! awful. terrible.

Heavily featuring @markmybirds

[anantaru]

— does he like it when you're being clingy?

including wriothesley, neuvillette, kaveh, scaramouche x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff & crack, lots of physical touch, established relationship, kissies, love sick genshin men

— wriothesley

as much as wriothesley shows off his strong demeanor for the outside world to see, he cannot lie to himself when it comes to you— because the duke likes seeing you be clingy with him and search for his vehemence.

to him, there was nothing better than having your arms all padded up around him while you kiss his little worries away— so for all he cares, let the outside world call him bewitched if they must, or caught in an angelic spell for that matter. to wriothesley it didn't sound bad nor did he really give a damn about what a so called nobody would say about his life, alongside the fact that he found it quite amusing whenever they did talk about him.

the duke was exceptionally gentle with you, but sometimes he just wants to be able to see you love him in a whole differing modus other than you simply uttering out the three delicate words— in fact, wriothesley too, cares about you so much that he's trying to keep you around all the time, having you enveloped in his arms like he always daydreams of whenever you were apart from each other— hoping that you'd visit him so he could listen to whatever story you might tell him about.

now, was this a new feeling? well, yes. simply put, it was one he had never experienced before. the man had always been faithful, protective and nurturing in his life, so when love solidified the senses of his body, wriothesley was able to finally share his love with somebody.

what you did not know was that wriothesley was slightly frightened in the early stages of your relationship, to someone like the duke it wasn't particularly a breezy walk in the park to open up to another individual and realize that for the first time in his life, he was able to trust someone undoubtedly without fearing a possible mistreat.

now, he admits his love to you when he felt ready to do so, and when he does spell out the three words that bonded a relationship anew, your lips curl deeper into a passionate smile as he kisses the sides of your mouth.

your company alone was an important determination factor of his mood, and although he doesn't want to trouble you with his work, nor was he really allowed to share important and confidential details, wriothesley was certain that you would always be there to listen to him no matter what crossed his mind.

interesting how his heart has not once melted in his entire life prior to finding his soulmate. that's why in his eyes, there is no truer language than the language of love.

a cruel world that has been so cold go him surely wouldn't give him such wonderful gift?

alas, it did— wriothesley could feel it in his bones whenever you held him close to your chest late at night, his ear shell quietly pressed right above your heart. the silent vibrations place a pure tepidness of passion on his soul when he finds himself gradually softening to it, on all occasions smiling as he falls asleep in your arms.

— neuvillette

in the early stages of your relationship, when you had first placed your lips on neuvillette's, the three letter announcement evaporates from his tongue as fluid as when sunlight enters the raindrops and emerges as rainbows from afar.

and yes, much to his surprise he didn't die because of it, who would've saw that coming? although the iudex wholeheartedly believed that he would suffer from a cardiac arrest due to the vast bursts of anxiety gradually chugging away his confidence.

"can i sit on your lap?" you smile gently, unsure whether his silence is that of enthusiasm or distaste.

neuvillette can hardly register it at first before he presses out a pathetic little yes when his excitement reaches the roof of his head and violently breaks through it, showing you those open and loving eyes that were the golden entry to his soul.

you hear a deep, breathless pant when you sit on him, witnessing how a hefty amount of redness catches up to his face until battering his ears, ultimately coaxing out a shiver from his spine.

don't misunderstand his unusual reactions— but neuvillette couldn't quite fathom that you belonged to him and sought out his body like that, it's always special when you nonchalantly rounded your hands on his face and replenished his energy anew, as if his frame was reborn in its most perfect form solely when he felt your trace.

and so, he cannot get enough of your warmth— no wonder when you remind yourself of the pure emotions that he harbored deeply for you.

instinctively, you rest your body against his chest, a soft glow rounding up your facial features, "ah, can't wait until you're done with this," you huff and point at his office desk being crowded by a bunch of papers as you press a small peck against the tip of his nose, ruffling his hair a little.

"it is rather late, you mustn't stay here," he insists, a barely distinctive curve of his lips turning all the difference in the choice of his tone.

"oh? does that mean you want to get rid of me?" how terribly skilled you were when you soaked your words in viscous sarcasm— so skillful in fact that neuvillette would always fall for it head first, or that's what you thought.

he raises a brow before curving one arm around your waist, leaning you against his chest so you wouldn't be able to move an inch, even if you tried.

"now," he playfully scolds, "you, my love, couldn't be farer from the truth."

"and here i thought you must know me by now?"

"i'm joking with you!" you panic, battering his cheek with little kisses as if he didn't know— but neuvillette sees how happy you were whenever you believed you fooled him.

he cocks an eyebrow at you, his mannerism in a questioning stance.

"apologies, aren't jokes supposed to be humorous?"

you scoff, "hmpf, now you're just mean!"

— kaveh

from an outer perspective, one couldn't possibly figure out who was clingier towards the other person— and even with someone being a close friends of the both of you, it's beyond the bounds of possibility to crown a winner.

you or kaveh? who yearned for the attention of the other more? to answer such difficult question, you should first know of the moniker a certain scribe has given you, in fact, within your friend-group kaveh and you had instantly claimed the title of most insufferable couple.

you might wonder, was that a bad thing? oh well, not at all!

and kaveh doesn't even attempt to conceal the priceless smirk on his face whenever he heard his roommate address the both of you as that— it turned him deeply fulfilled that everyone was able to see how crazy he was about you.

your heart feels full by his comforting arms that each throb rattles across your limbs and muscles, feeling weightless at the welcoming cradle— your love being whole, one touch and a gentle kiss on the lips and you feel on a bed of roses, tucked up in velvet.

"what is it?" kaveh leans at you, raising a brow at the way you peak behind his shoulder. during closer inspection, you catch up on a sneaky little smirk that frames his lips the more you focused on what's behind him, "c'mon baby, tell me," kaveh kisses your cheek.

"i think they're calling us insufferable again." you point behind his shoulder, specifically at a table with three people— one wholly focused on the cards in his hands and remaining unbothered while the others sneakily glanced over to you every now and then, whispering incoherent mumbles into each others ears with their palms covering their lips.

and your words don't achieve anything besides making him all the more amused when he wraps his arms around your waist, it's evident, very much so but kaveh was fond of the situation— perhaps he even prided himself on it, he has the audacity to act surprised though.

he laughs, nudging the tip of his nose against your jaw, "they're probably just talking about a way to beat cyno in tcg."

he continues, "we should leave early," and states firmly, "but i think alhaitham took my keys again."

"how does this always happen?" you note tiresomely before dropping your head onto his shoulder— a little too dramatically so that the scribe picked up on it immediately, revealing a triumphant smirk.

perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe that was unable to be compared, this sweet addiction that no matter what situation you were in, big or small, if it's the two of you facing it together, it was nothing.

— scaramouche

even if scaramouche doesn't straight out admit it to you, he likes it whenever you were clingy with him— and after a good while of you two being in a relationship, he will more and more show his genuine love of it until he’s practically playing with the thought of begging for more.

in the beginning it starts by how fast his cheeks flame red and his focus dwindling as you hug him. after that particular encounter scaramouche memorizes what you did and decides that this must be a proper way to greet you as well— maybe even give you a little kiss on the cheek if he's feeling like it.

scratch that, what he lacks was the courage to go that far.

but no matter how often you would greet him this way, the action alone send him spiraling, shyly snuggling closer to you, inch by inch, although not risking it to hold eye contact and instead averting his gaze as he attempts to indulge in it nervously— stiff as concrete with both arms frozen on each side of his body when you wrapped your limbs around him.

he leans into your touch and closes his eyes— how warm, it's as if the sun itself would shine down on him and prickle on his skin, you feel so whole, like a home.

your touch, it's difficult to explain besides the fact that it carries such passion, and before scaramouche could register it— what was once scarred long ago expresses gentleness all of a sudden. 

although not everything from his past could be forgotten, yet your presence made it bearable.

what was also a crucial task to scaramouche was his recent curiosity in understanding the concept of love and how he fell for it— while he ultimately came to the conclusion that the only way to understand love is to feel it, attempt to embody it, or embrace it in its complete form. 

next time, you greet him with a blank look on your face as he applies your method on you first, slightly catching you off guard as he welcomes you home almost wordlessly, taking your hand in his cold one when he pulls you into a hug— it is a silent engage and the way he practically dragged you into him made your forehead smack his shoulder.

thankfully scaramouche doesn't have to speak in order for you to understand what he was trying to signalize here.

what's following next would be considered even sillier than him blatantly copying you, but when the two of you walk alongside each other through the hustling streets of sumeru city, you flinch a little at a strong grab on your hand ambushing you, "hey, nope— hold on, stop walking and give me your hand dammit," scaramouche scoffs as he chases after it, when with a quick motion, he traps it finally and tangles his digits around your own.

"there's no fun if i make it easy," you wink, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his jaw, "i like the faces you make when you're mad, you know? your expressions are so cute."

"don't you realize you're wasting time like that?" scaramouche clicks his tongue before squeezing your hand in his grasp, letting out an audible hmph before turning his head towards the street.

"honestly? that's fine by me," you coo softly, smothering him with the attention he craves as more of your fingers dig into the soft flesh of his palm.

"as long as you still love me, of course."

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[gimmethatagustd]

pretty please | jjk

Jungkook is hopelessly in love. He's not shy about it.

○ Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

○ Rating: Mature

○ Genre: Exes to lovers, a hint of angst, fluff (?)

○ Word Count: 865

○ Warnings: Kissing, that annoying thing when your nips pop out cuz it's cold outside, JK being a Loser Boy In Love, written for @realityiagons

○ Notes: I'm so proud of myself for actually writing a REAL drabble under 1k like !!!!! CRAZY !!!

○ Post Date: July 9, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? Pretty Please - Jackson Wang & Galantis

“Can I kiss you?”

Jungkook thinks he sounds desperate when he asks the question, can hardly stop himself from adding, “Pretty please,” to the end of it.

He supposes it’s too late to worry about appearances. Any ounce of dignity he had left is a puddle on the ground, mixing in with the rainwater rushing along the sides of the road. It’s such a quiet night that Jungkook can hear the rushing sound of water pouring into the sewers at the end of the street.

You roll your eyes, arms crossed against your chest to hide the perky outline of your nipples poking through your thin hoodie. It’s too dark to notice them; Jungkook only sees because you’re standing under the pale yellow glow of the streetlamp Jungkook is perched on.

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Consent is sexy,” he insists.

Jungkook wants to be silly and roll his eyes, too, but they’re wide, round, and utterly eager, waiting to track each breathy inhale that lifts your shoulders and the twitch of your cheek when you try to suppress a smile.

You take a step back, and Jungkook leans forward. Your gravitational pull is the only thing ever keeping him grounded — and just barely. His leather boots slide down the slippery base of the streetlamp, which he stands on with one hand wrapped around the wet pole to keep himself from slipping completely off the base and onto his ass. He likes to think he looks like Gene Kelly, hoping to woo you back with his pretty singing voice while raindrops trickle into his eyes and drip off the tip of his nose.

“We’re wet.”

“It’s refreshing.”

You slip your fingers under the edge of your hood like you’re checking your hairline for the disaster you assume is there. “It’s ruining my hair.”

“You’re always pretty,” Jungkook insists, hanging onto your every move just like he’s hanging from the streetlamp.

Jungkook adjusts his grip on the pole. His wet skin rubbing against the wet metal makes a sound that’s awfully reminiscent of a fart. He does it again, just to hear you laugh, head thrown back far enough for your hood to fall off.

It’s sweet until your face suddenly falls, and your laughter dies on your lips — lips Jungkook knows taste sweet, knows feel just as soft as they look. He doesn’t have to imagine what it would be like to kiss them or to be kissed by them, to have them explore his body like he’s something worth finding out.

He remembers.

Sometimes, he wonders if that’s more painful than having to imagine.

“Why’d you follow me out here, Jungkook?” You frown, even as a shiver runs through your body. You wouldn't be so cold if you’d just let him hold you.

“I miss you,” Jungkook says softly. He finally lets go of the streetlamp and hops onto the ground. Muddy water splashes against his ankles, but he doesn’t worry about soiling his cuffed jeans. He can only put his energy into watching you chew at your bottom lip, knowing it means you’re nervous, not because of him, but because of how you feel about him.

“We shouldn’t.” You turn your head, giving Jungkook your cheek when he leans in slightly. He can’t tell if it’s a silent invitation for another kind of kiss or if you really are done with him.

“I know,” Jungkook agrees.

You lace your fingers with his anyway.

Jungkook has never kissed anyone in the rain before. It’s only sprinkling by now, the two of you having gotten caught in the storm at the tail-end, you barging out of the nightclub the moment you saw Jungkook with a girl around his arm. It’s only been a few months since your breakup. You haven’t moved on, and you didn’t give him the chance to admit that he hasn’t, either.

He doesn't think you've ever experienced a kiss in the rain. It's romantic, cliché, and seems like the kind of magical moment you would only share with each other.

Jungkook doesn’t know why he likes it so much.

Maybe it’s because of how you shiver when he pulls you against his chest, both your bodies siphoning heat from one another until you’re creating warmth from the friction between you. He pushes when you pull, making your bodies sway, and your feet stir more puddles when you rock on your tiptoes to keep up with the desperate way he kisses you.

He’s all hands, finding the curve of your jaw and the dip of your waist, then mapping the expanse of your back and cradling your head.

Your lips glide together, wet from rainwater and spit because you love kissing with tongue, and Jungkook will take anything you give him. He’s a puppy, so starry-eyed and lost, trailing behind you with a “pretty please” nestled on his lips, waiting to be devoured.

“I miss you,” Jungkook repeats against your lips, breathy and with his eyes closed.

You run your fingers through his soaked hair to flip the strands off his forehead and out of his face.

“I miss you, too.”

And you believe each other, just like always.

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