#i want to sleep on his chest

[mixreality]

I just NEED a Man whos GIANT like ThIs in my paTHetIC liFe P L E A S E e E e E

Am i asKInG TOO M U C H?????????????

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Minor DNI Go away; this Dante is for adults, please.

I don't know what to say... I have a set of these lined up to do and Dante was the first to be finished.

I like him in a pastel pink coat; not that I don't love the maroon, but I really like the pastel pink mod that I have installed for DMC 5 so that's what I used lol.

Here are some close-ups and the original reference. I also may have had his stuff slightly exposed in my sketch, but I decided against it.

So I had the actual Dante drawing done like a week ago, however, I have been working on the background since. I hate Dante's desk; WHY IS IT SO ORNATE. I got so mad about it and I know it still isn't right but whatever.

Hope y'all enjoy it..? Let me know your thoughts; this is the first time I have made semi-suggestive art (that I posted) lol.

MASTER LIST FOR TUMBLR

[tunamayojazz]

saw that fav ship trope: chronic sleeper x chronic insomniac tweet and guess what! it's them

[maleposting]

(artist is @/idonotexist_222 on twitter)

[erregiulydraws]

*thinks about vol 19’s sleeve illustration*

*thinks about vol 19’s sleeve illustration*

*thinks abo

Bonus:

[fizzytoo]

amaya sleeps in her papa's room more often than her own. adrien and rua can't stand to be without her even at night.

[valeriianz]

had thoughts about Dream being able to sleep, how soft and human he would look. for your consideration:

Hob announced his arrival from work with a long sigh, heavy with exhaustion, and leaned into the door as he opened it and stepped into his flat. He dropped his keys in the little bowl and toed off his shoes. He had just shrugged off his messenger bag when he noticed a pair of large black boots in the living room, stark against his off-white rug. They were about a meter apart, like they’d been kicked off or tossed aside without a second thought.

With one brow raised, eyes scrupulous, Hob deposited his bag on the couch and bent down to pick up first one boot, then the other, tucking them together and neatly placing them on the wooden floor next to a bookshelf.

“Dream?” Hob called out, straightening up and casting his gaze upon the room. It wasn’t like Dream, when he paid surprise visits, to not immediately be within eyesight of the door, let alone leave his shoes haphazardly on the carpet.

Hob’s eyes landed on the entryway of the hall, spotting Dream’s thick, long coat in a heap on the center of the floor. Worry began to creep in as Hob slowly stepped up to Dream’s mystical coat, his pulse thrumming under his skin. He stooped down, grabbing it by the collar and brushing it off with his other hand. The material felt luxurious in Hob’s hands, soft like cashmere or shahtoosh, but also durable– something akin to wool or even canvas. Hob’s fingers caressed the fabric, feeling the lip of the tall collar between his thumb and fingers. 

Gently folding the coat over one arm, Hob continued down the hall, stepping softly, carefully. 

Hob’s bedroom door was open, the rays of the setting sun streamed in through the window and lit up the entryway, revealing more dark clothes in a jumble leading into the room.

Swallowing, lips parting, Hob bent down once more to collect Dream’s t-shirt, his pants and, following the line of mayhem, his socks, taking them all into his arms. Hob wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he finally straightened up and turned, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Hob almost dropped all the clothes he had spent carefully collecting, his mouth going dry. 

There was a considerable, person-sized lump in Hob’s bed, buried under his thick gray comforter. The only indication that it was indeed Dream laying in Hob’s bed, was the mane of wild dark hair poking out from the mass of linens.

Hob took a step forward, then another, crushing the pile of clothes to his chest as he walked around the bed, his gaze transfixed to the top of Dream’s head– a smattering of black ink spilled on his white pillow. He held his breath as he finally came to face Dream, the only part of him sticking out was his nose and eyes, Dream’s impossibly long lashes draped down, threatening to brush the tops of his cheeks.

Hob felt his jaw drop, lips parting in wonder at this ethereal creature in his bed.

Dream was sleeping.

Or… it looked like he was sleeping. The shape of him steadily rose and fell, imitating breath that Hob knew Dream didn’t need. Hob didn’t think Dream needed sleep, either… or was even capable of it. Was Dream sick? Had he been injured?

Hob quietly deposited the bundle of clothes into a wicker chair in the corner of his room, turning back to Dream and leaning over him, slowly pressing one hand into the mattress next to him, and bringing the other up to lay it against Dream’s forehead.

Hob immediately felt foolish, of course Dream didn’t get sick, he’d nearly beaten it into Hob by now, how Endless never fall ill (not in the way humans do, apparently), but Dream did actually feel quite warm. Hob moved his hand from underneath Dream’s soft fringe, grazing his fingers down the side of his head, brushing the shell of his ear, cheekbone, and across his pointed nose, unable to get any further with the blanket folded up tight around half his face.

With his heart lighter than it’d felt in a long time, Hob couldn’t resist carefully hooking his fingers around the edge of the comforter, leaning in close as he pulled it down to expose Dream’s lips and chin. He looked softer, like this– human and vulnerable. There’s a trust here, Hob knows, his chest tightening, as his knuckles caress down the line of Dream’s jaw, free of blemishes and marble smooth. Hob swallowed again, his eyes flicking down in unrestricted interest at the line of Dream’s concealed body, cocooned in creamy grays. He looked back up, focusing on plush lips that are too red for Dream’s alabaster skin, like they’d been bitten.

Hob’s own teeth pull on his bottom lip, moving his hand to press a thumb against that mouth, barely touching, like a paint brush, dragging it from corner to corner.

“What are you doing?”

Hob huffed a surprised laugh, but didn’t remove his hand. Dream’s voice was lower than usual, thick, and rumbly, pulled from a deep slumber.

“Checking your temperature,” Hob answered in a whisper. His breath caught in his throat as Dream’s eyelids fluttered open, crystal blue eyes focusing right on him.

Christ almighty, he was gorgeous. Hob still couldn’t believe it sometimes, that he was allowed to see this, to be regarded by such beauty, such a divine entity. That he could call Dream his, and be confident in the knowledge that he was Dream’s, too. Hob felt himself begin to shake, his thumb was still at Dream’s lips, which had parted slightly when he’d spoken, his hot breath hitting Hob and causing something both carnal and pure to race through his blood, something devotional.

“You’re quite warm,” Hob tried again. Dream hadn’t spoken, only watched him, like he was waiting for something.

“Yes,” Dream’s voice ran over Hob in that velvety way of his; a warm tide crashing over him and lifting Hob up.

“I was seeking warmth. You weren’t home, and I know how pleasant you are after a long rest.”

“Pleasant?” Hob’s lips curled in a smile, distractedly pressing his thumb a little harder against Dream’s bottom lip.

“Tepid.” Dreams amended, parting his lips and allowing Hob’s thumb access.

Hob gasped softly as Dream bit down, his eyes blazing now, the black of his iris growing so there was no more blue. Hob hummed, his fingers curled around Dream’s chin, tilting it up.

There’s a tongue that swipes the tip of his thumb and Hob knows he’s lost, feigning nonchalance was never his strong suit when it came to this entity in his bed. His heart crashes against his ribs and Hob’s sure Dream can hear it, can hear the desire there.

A bare arm slips out from the pile of gray and latches onto Hob’s bicep, pulling him down. Hob goes along with a smile, getting one knee up on the bed, then the other, dislodging his fingers from Dream’s face to steady himself.

They lift the comforter together, allowing Hob to crawl in next to Dream. The shock of the sudden temperature hike against Dream’s bare skin makes Hob’s breath catch, desperately wishing he’d taken his clothes off first.

“Christ, Dream it’s like a furnace under here.” He’s never felt Dream radiate so much heat before. He truly was learning something new about this man– Endless, every day.

Dream’s long arm pulls the blanket back down, going around Hob’s middle and tucking it under him, coaxing Hob to be flush against his sinew body, usually firm with restrained strength, now soft from sleep. Dream’s chin tilts down, lips brushing Hob’s forehead.

“Could be hotter,” he murmurs, lips traveling down, his sharp nose nudging against Hob’s face, encouraging him to meet him evenly.

Hob is already panting, he’s sure he’s already sweating too, but he meets Dream’s mouth eagerly, pressing hard, getting his hand back on his face to cup Dream’s jaw.

“Well,” Hob pants as Dream wetly breaks the kiss, pressing his lips instead up Hob’s face and into his hairline. “I certainly wasn’t expecting this today.”

Dream hums, the sound reverberating down his body and tickling Hob’s senses. 

“I’m pleased I can still surprise you.”

[bookrat]

Pretty sure my little man has a case of abundism affecting the marble tabby coat under all those white splotches

[fatuismooches]

TO HEAL THE SOUL I BESTOW UPON THE MASSES SOME FLUFF....

Imagine a big snuggle sessiom with all the segments and dottore..... ough...... my life purpose would be complete.

All of them fighting to be RIGHT next to you (Zandy steals the spot anyway because of course he does)... peace and love :) joy and happines!!!!!!!

I EXPLODE!!!!!! if was real... i would go ACYUVDIHDONONDIBDVU and explode from so much yippe and joy.... :) - 🐓

ARGGGHHH YES!! YES YES YES!! Snuggling with all the segments is your life goal!! Ahh you know they would be literally fighting tooth and nail for who gets to take the two best cuddling positions, the space right beside you. (Zandy gets to lay on your chest as the two of you peacefully nap away, completely oblivious to the glares from the other segments. Little brat...)

LMAO I imagine in order to keep the peace and stop any further conflict you have to set timers... every so often the segments need to swap spots with each other so they all get a turn to be closest to you. They are very grumpy when they have to leave your immediate warmth, and they HATE compromising but... they'll do it for you, and wait it out until it's their turn again. (Or they could sneak into your room late in the night, neglecting their work just a little bit... too bad all of them had the same idea.)

You could try to include Dottore but... Prime will always have the spot closest to you, and no segment is ever getting it while he's around so, it doesn't work out very well... you should probably cuddle him individually because he doesn't like it when your attention is on another, much less a segment, while he's around...

[fuedalreesespieces]

arrow to the heart

[taka-chan]

when I was making that edit, the part about self love

"To love one's self is not the easy task we are sometimes told it is. We are all limited by something. We are all guilty of something."

hits just as hard as it did the first time, but when I first heard/read Vessel's message, it had irreplaceable effect on my perspective (he is so honest in this message, good lord).

Either way, for me back then, he changed the usual narrative about selflove that you see a lot—to just love yourself and how to do it—which often requires you to ignore the negative feelings (don't do that, kids). For me, selflove was always something that I picked up and put effort into and then it always failed anyway. Because it was hard.

It had a deep impact on my understanding of it, to hear Vessel acknowledge that it's difficult to love and care for someone that you are angry at, for someone you blame, someone that you find responsible for the bad turn of events. We are all limited by something. And yes some guilt can be cured by "if you wouldn't blame others for the same thing, be fair and don't blame yourself either" but sometimes we did terrible things we would blame others for, and would find hard to forgive.

For him to say that openly, we are all guilty of something, was a turning point for me, back then in august of last year. Mind that I was already in therapy for months at this time, but because I wasn't exactly open (just ask my friends how it takes 3-4 years for me to open up and there is still no one who knows everything about me), most effort just bounced off me.

The music first started it all, because it is so hard not to dive into your feelings, and I was facing a lot of surpressed emotions. But then his message opened a closed little door where I was hiding that I don't love myself because I am guilty of things that are very difficult to forgive.

Since then, in autumn of last year especially, I sure did go through the hurricane of "it has to get worse before it gets better" phase because facing everything as it truly happened was damn hard and sometimes I cried for days and didn't sleep for multiple nights. But now I did come out on the other side, much lighter (this bough has broken through, I must be someone knew hehe), and with a lot of work ahead but now I do know that my worst versions deserve respect and dignity and I will grant them forgiveness one day.

So no, Vessel didn't save me, or anyone, but he was the catalyst in my healing, the one who changed my direction from running in circles for years, to a very painful path that led me where I am now, which is not a good place but a better one.

[kelin-is-writing]

adding onto my earlier ask, I like to think dabis super clingy and whiny when he's sleepy. Like not full tired but just...sleepy. when he's tired he could probably fall asleep standing up tbh.

but when he's sleepy? he just wants you to hold him. doesn't matter if you're in bed or on the couch, or if he's in your lap or you're leaning on him. Whatever the situation he NEEDS to be held by you. Like. If you had to get up to go to the bathroom I'm convinced he would follow you in there, half asleep and holding your hand.

The man literally whines if you don't run your fingers through his hair and kiss him on the forehead, squeezing him real tight. sleepy dabi wants to be babied and he will genuinely get upset if you dont.

-🎃

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOH—

i have this headcanon in my brain, that dabi absolutely loves any type of way you hold his hands. he just likes how endearing and reassuring it feels, he sees it as something so warm and intimate to a level that he himself is surprised about it.

when you two are sitting and he feels your palm encircle the inner side of his wrist with your fingertips brushing the palm of his hand as he closes his long ones to cover yours? that easily puts him to sleep, because you gently graze the skin with your nails and that on him works like magic!!!!

or when you’re sleeping next to him and encircle his pinky with your hand? that’s so damn precious of you and he’s melting horrendously over how adorable his princess is, it also makes him have some of the best sleep hours ever literally, something about that little thing you do has him wrapped around your pinky.

which brings us to him being a super clingy baby with you but also loving it when the clingy one is you, dabi just loves the idea of you two being clingy to each others seriously.

and if you don’t cling to him for the next fourty minutes he gets all pouty and dramatic, starting to whine in a monotone sleepy voice about how you don’t love him anymore, which has you look at him petrified and confused “???” written all over your face.

if there was a gif to describe clingy dabi who’s sad about you leaving him for a second, it would be this one.

he now can’t sleep if you ain’t holding him by the way.

[rainintheevening]

Caspian IX & Caspian X

There was a time / I used to look into my father's eyes / In a happy home / I was a king, I had a golden throne / Those days are gone ... I remember how it all changed / My father said / Don't you worry, don't you worry child / See Heaven's got a plan for you /Don't you worry / Don't you worry now

- 'Don't You Worry Child' cover by Kurt Schneider & Sam Tsui

For @an-angels-fury because this song has been making me feel things.

[recreationalfanfics]

GHEJFEJFJHE, WHEN LOKI'S VOICE GOES FROM: "Hey, I'm just a funny lil guy♡ Just a goofy god♥️A lil silly dude!" to "I'm about to carry this show and make you yearn for me with the passion of a 1000 suns-"

and I love him for it.

[howtotrainyouragents]

Me, like I'm sitting at a cafe in a French philosophical film: Luffy, he kisses the homies good night, you know? He cuddles the bros to sleep

[phatkochi]

Fellas is it gay to think about your best friend's happy trail??? 😒❌🏳️‍🌈