#mushy’s life

[marmot-bee-person]

today my friend had really awesome dangly earrings (the important one was an inch-tall jar of fake honey and a tiny spoon, the other one was a leaf bout the size of a quarter with a tiny bee on it) and I was standing right behind them in choir and I am proud to say I resisted the impulse to reach out and grab it (it looked cool and I wanted to touch it okay)

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 4 : Wound Tending

Swiss needed someone to take care of him after his top surgery, and he trusted Mountain to tend to his scars as he had gone through the same before him 🥹

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! ❤️

[general-dweebous]

I love the idea of meeting the infamous Halsin your friends boast about, and he’s just smitten with you

Everyone always described him as such a flirt- charming, handsome, the whole package so to speak. Granted you underestimated what they meant when describing how giant he truly is. But most of all, you didn’t expect him to be so.. wonderful.

You knew your friends keep good company, so you expected you’d get along, but you didn’t expect to be sitting next to the giant bear of a man enthralled in conversation for hours. Had it truly been hours? It’s easy to make friends, but more of a challenge to find others you truly connect with, and Halsin was checking off all of those boxes.

And of course, his looks and overall stature combined with this personality make it difficult not to swoon over, but at the moment, you’re too elated simply connecting so well with someone else again. Who else would let you ramble about cute critters for 45 minutes straight?

What you weren’t catching on to, however, was that Halsin was absolutely taken with you. His eyes would drink in your features when it was your turn to speak, a smile stuck on his face as he listened to your nonstop train of thought, rambling on about another fascination of yours. Others tend to find these conversations a bit goofy, laughing them off, but you were invested. Even about the silly little things. And he loves it. He truly feels that he could watch and listen to you for hours and he wouldn’t get tired of your company.

The way his cheeks would flush a warm pink when you laugh at a silly nature joke of his.

How he would feel his chest warm as you seem to unknowingly lean in closer to him, letting your knees touch his without moving away.

Let alone the way his heart would beat faster as you take his hand in both of yours, turning his palm to face upwards as you trace lines on his hands, “I’m serious- you have earth hands”

“earth hands?” he’d repeat with a slight chuckle

“well don’t laugh at me!” you’d reply with a taunting smile, “it’s all in the shape; broad, large, square hands. It’s positive, don’t worry. It means you have strong values, or something.”

“Does it? What else does it mean?”

You’d pause, holding his one (large..) hand in both of yours, “Responsible, practical.” you’d say, your thumb almost massaging his palm. “comfortable working with your hands,”

Halsin’s face would flush again, subtly. He’d notice the way yours does, too, which doesn’t help his ever growing infatuation. His eyes are locked on yours, he’d be happy if you held onto his hand forever. He is almost instinctively flirty, following up with “to put it lightly, I suppose.”

There would be a moment of shy silence. You, trying to hide your embarrassed smirk by staring at his palm longer.

Halsin would be the type to forget anyone else is in the room, lifting the palm from your hand to hook a finger under your chin to get you to look up at him. Even sitting down he’s still double your size. His thumb would graze your lower lip as his eyes gaze into yours.

Unfortunately, there are other people in the room, and they ruin the moment.

“Halsin, have you seen- of course.” your mutual friend would say, rolling their eyes with a laugh. “Stop flirting with my ride home!” They’d tease as they grab your arm and pull you away. You know he’d be wanting to chase after you like some silly romantic novel. Another mutual friend from the group would plop down next to him, smacking him on the back with a laugh. “Careful, your eyes are practically turning into hearts.” They’d taunt. “They’re great, right?”

“An understatement.” He’d say with a warm smile, watching you leave, already hoping for the next encounter.

[disappointeddyke]

When is it my turn to live with someone I love by a lake in a cute little house overflowing with art and plants and music always filling the air and a garden full of produce and flowers in the yard and a tiny porch with a little swing bench to sit on when it rains and everything’s safe and everything’s warm and and and and

[ruporas]

honeymoon phase! (ID in alt)

[berrydoodleoo]

i am the emissary and i shall never die

[moonchild-in-blue]

Not to get mushy but. Have you thought about how lucky we all are for being here right now? Like, how many of us struggled so hard before, to the point of nearly giving up? And yet we're here??

What are the odds of a bunch of random weirdos all over the world happen to get into the same bands, and be active in a equally weird, supposedly "dead" social media, at the same time? And just happen to be "just" brave enough to talk to someone, and another one, and another one?

I mean really. Have you thought about it? This just doesn't really happen like that. There's so many of you I consider genuine friends. So many of us that have or will meet irl. Like??? Hello ??? This is crazy!! Genuinely bonkers!!! Idk man, I'm super in my feels and I appreciate tf out of you all.

I mean, wow. How lucky I am to be here right now and be your friend. Yall are so neat and cute and interesting and cool and precious, like WOW. I'm glad we made it so far guys. Let's be alive for a long time 🥹💙

[gloryfore]

mushroom season is the best season 🍄🤎

[mushiimune]

Sun when Monty introduces him to metal:

[marmot-bee-person]

Me: actually, I’d prefer not to go there because all of the furniture is really scratchy or uncomfortable and generally a sensory issue.

My mom: sounds like an excuse to stay home

Honestly you’d never think she’s raising 3 neurodivergent children and yes I know I said Lightning is neurotypical I somehow thought neurotypical just meant not ADHD whoops

I did stay home, by the way

[arkhammaid]

charles is the epitome of love. beauty. a miracle. he's everything his grandmother is and so much more, because he's still mortal. yet the immortal blood sometimes bleeds through.

charles is beautiful. not just handsome or pretty, he is a beautiful human being and makes even men blush with a mere smile.

charles is everything his grandmother is. he loves fast and hard, falling deeply for so many people, but only one of them truly owns his heart.

charles is a grandson of aphrodite, a legacy, something so rare in the modern world. charles is made of legends and stories, of myths and folklore, yet he carves his own destiny.

charles is someone who loves but also hates, and yet never at the same time for the same person. he's clear in his feelings. only with max, everything seems much more complicated.

or

charles is the grandson of aphrodite and his heart belongs to his greatest rival. only said man never notices it, and well, charles is also not quite sure about his own feelings for max, never has been.

OR

i have too many fic ideas that are inspired by PJO and/or mythology. do with this idea whatever you will, you will probably never see a full fic of it but i had to get the idea off my chest 🫠

[mpsansy]

All these theories on Gaster creating Sans and Papyrus have led me to this one reason on why

...

He wanted to be a dad so bad he made kids himself. WITH SCIENCE! And imagine the shock his peers felt seeing this skeleton who was once a loner carrying around two baby skeletons in their arms?

I'll tell you one thing? Asgore was at a loss for words and passed out. Seems like these babies are already making a good impression :D

[alicornze7]

Dumb thought:

what if they did an eye transplant

Carnival au belongs to @sm-baby

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

a bunch of y’all wanted to kiss Afton-Virus’d Eclipse (side-eyes @spaciebabie) so,, I’m not a simp hhhfjkdhs anywhere here’s a wip

[alluralater]

my dyke weakness is that one of the things i do when i get bored is make furniture. when i want to buy new furniture i just pull apart my old furniture and repurpose it and all the tiny pieces. funny enough, using the drill is my least favorite part. i love being able to be so precise and perfect with all of it. i draw up sketches and quick plans and throw all my tools across whatever floor along with my random pieces (cause if i can’t use everything from one project i use it for something else) and i just have to make something functional and cool. my mom hated that i would always do that. she loved what the things would turn into but never how i would go about the process. like with my old moped, she hated that i would work on it even though it was so relaxing and fun for me. i miss ripley. anyways so it was the same thing though with my moped like i pulled that entire thing apart bc it had been sitting for like almost 40 years. it was such a work of love to get it up and running again. oh shoot i forgot i was supposed to be making a point. so yeah maybe try and keep me away from all of your furniture cause i’ll redecorate your entire space and it’ll only end up costing you ten dollars lmfaoo

[fangswbenefits]

I really love Astarion, and I'm grateful I got into this fandom because I have so much fun here. Life hasn't been easy lately, and writing fanfiction helps me get through most days.

So if you enjoy what I write and if you find comfort in it, thank you. Thank you for giving it a chance, even if it's just smut or shit-posting. Especially if you appreciate The Arrangement as it's currently what makes me the happiest.

Appreciate you guys a lot 🩷