There is something off with the water on Hermit Craft lately...
Hello ! I was watching Gem's 19th episode and when I saw this (↓) I was like "ohhh this is so cool !" so I grabbed my tablet and made this thing ! :D Honestly, the mood of her season is so inspiring, I love it...
Took my time with this one, it feels so good to properly work on a fanart and not rush it for once ^^
what are your avian boys’ favorite places to be kissed?? i love them so much omfg
Axes’ favourite place to be kissed is probably on his forehead. Every single time you give him a forehead kiss he gets that awed expression and it never fails to coax a content purr from him. It’s likely because the big ol’ crater in his head is scary and you kissing his forehead reminds him that you’re not scared of him.
Dusts’ favourite place to be kissed is definitely on his hands. He’ll blush if you kiss him in the other places, but if you kiss his hands he’ll practically just melt into a fluffy puddle. Usually, his wings will fluff up and he’ll have to choke down a purr. Hand kisses usually get you a smooch in return.
Red loves smooches on his scapula feathers (shoulder feathers). He takes a lot of pride in his wings, and they are very pretty, but they’re also probably the strongest part of him. He sustained a pretty bad injury to them from a while back, so specific parts of his wings are pretty sensitive to intent. Kisses to his scapula feathers are probably like the only way to make him super flustered easily.
Killer is heavily flustered by any kisses to his wings. It’s super intimate to him and will leave him with fluffed feathers– and leave you in his grip for an undetermined amount of time. Giving him wing kisses are a sacrifice– your freedom, for a flustered Killer.
Cross is flustered by literally any kiss. He simply becomes super flustered, but particularly enjoys smooches to the bottom of his jaw. It’ll earn you a quiet purr of happiness and a blush. He will also return the favour.
Milord will simply die if you kiss the scars over his socket. It flusters the ever-flying-SOUL out of him. He’ll definitely find a way to repay you for your kindness, and it’s common for him to be quite clingy for a couple hours afterwards.
Blue likes to be smooched on his cheek. It earns you a quiet “mweh-heh!”, a blush, and a smooch in return. It takes quite a lot of affection-showering before he completely melts with super fluffy wings and an expression of adoration.
Sans practically flat lines if you give him a proper kiss on his teeth. It’ll take a solid minute before he’ll react– scooping you up and snuggling into you, usually playfully peppering your face with kisses, purring all the while. Bonus points if you kiss him under the stars.
“Brown eyed people when the sunlight hits them at a certain angle”
Arthur who is in love with Merlin’s eyes. Who knows the man by them alone because no other gaze has ever been as honest and vulnerable as his.
Arthur who fully sees Merlin’s eyes go yellow and brown when the sun hits them. Arthur who is fully convinced it’s just another miracle of nature. He knows how sunlight sometimes distorts peoples eyes, he’s never seen them work quite so intensely as they do on Merlin. Because of course the sun favoured him. Of course Merlin was special. In Arthur’s eyes, Merlin was the embodiement of sunshine. Wasn’t it only fitting that the sun had found a favourite in him too?
Himbo Arthur who doesn’t realise Merlin’s eyes aren’t brown because he’s too busy admiring them when they turn yellow, even for a split second. Arthur who pouts when he tries to see if anyone else’s’ eyes can do it, and is disappointed when they can’t. Arthur who can tell Merlin apart from thousands just by his eyes, but never argues about their color.. it’s just..so.. Merlin, no matter the color.
Gwaine and Lancelot who are dying of repressed laughter when they overheard an argument where a noble accuses Merlin of magic because he claims he saw the servant’s eyes turn yellow and Arthur’s prompt defence being “oh I’ve seen that happen myself multiple times”
Maybe before I get my feet too wet I need to explain that this blog…will be shipping the Ghoul and Lucy romantically because I have an enemies to lovers (but like actual enemies to lovers) preference in my fiction
i had a dream that the clouds looked like you, pink in the sunset. you were the ghost of a lighthouse and when we fell in love all your shackles fell off in great grey chunks. we became fish-squid-humans, unkillable and round as the sun. our children were whales, and we grew past the size of cruise ships. i cursed poachers with my own blood; only to relent, knowing the pain of drowning just close-enough, warning them: do better. be well. don't make a mistake you can't come back from.
how quietly you've slipped inside me, little seal shifting me under the water. this little dance we are both stepping, our hands just-quite not-touching. like mermaids, sometimes i think our form is the shape of the ocean. sometimes i think we are too horribly human, too terrified of the rip and torrent.
i have thought about my hand in your hair enough, and the curve of your cheekbone, and how you wait for a moment to gather your thoughts before telling a joke. i have thought about the tension that grows in cables between us, a little spined bridge neither of us will cross unless the situation dramatically shifts. i have thought about the way you tilt your head when considering something i blurted, how you show just-half of your smile when you know more than i did.
what even are you two? she asks me, stirring her coffee, her brows knitting. i shrug noncommittally.
somewhere, we are mermaids, eternally. in this world, for now - i tell her: i think we're just... enjoying.