#okay so i felt soft

[puppbun]

One of the most intimate things i think someone can do to me, is keeping me in subspace for a long time, even if its just for a day. Waking up and almost immediately getting fawned over and held. Letting me have something to suck on before breakfast, helping my brain stay all fuzzy by praising me for how well I suck. Please pick out my outfits and stroke my hair, tell me how pretty i look in the clothes you picked. Would you wrap a pretty collar around my neck? We dont have to go anywhere if you dont want to, but if we did, I’d have to hold your hand obviously (I might get lost!). Take me to cute cafes and ask me what I want before ordering for both of us. We could sit in the corner, I can stay tucked under your arm better that way, or i can sit across from you, feeling so light and bubbly. I can smile while we talk about anything you like and after we can go window shopping while I show you all the pretty things that catch my eye; we dont need to buy them, but showing them to you makes me happy. Maybe if you’re feeling generous I’ll get a new big plushie to carry home. 

When we get home why dont we have a hot shower together, my legs will probably be so tired i might stay at your feet but you dont mind do you? I’ll sit so pretty while you wash my hair and stroke my cheeks. Feeling the cool tiles against my back while you hold me and steal my breath while you kiss me under the water. After getting so cosy with fresh towels, feeling your hands all over me while you help me use my lotion, making sure i dont miss a single spot with your wandering hands. Getting into the panties and shirt you picked out before i try and make the bed as comfy as possible so you’re comfortable while I sit in your lap, laying against you, showing you my game on my switch while you’re watching tv. Your hand slipping between my thighs, shushing me, I’m just you’re pretty soft thing to enjoy. Maybe I just need to save my game and let you take my panties off, let me slide back down into your arms. Feeling your warmth, you know whats best right now. And what’s a better way to end such a nice day but fucking me into the mattress so we both sleep peacefully? 💗 🥺👉👈

[wikitpowers]

thinking about how tessa and jem will throw kit the coolest 18th birthday party in town; balloons everywhere, a huge cake with bi colours and oh! hats! they will definitely have birthday hats! and they’ll hire simon and his band to play all his fav songs, put up a bouncy castle in the garden bc they know that despite being of age, kit will love it (he’s a kid at heart) and they for sure will scream the happy birthday song with mina the loudest while kit covers his face, blushing with embarrassment (but he secretly loves it so so much) <3

[skitskatdacat63]

I don't know how I'd ever convey this in art but. Thinking very deeply about how in boy king au, a very crucial part of characterization is that Seb is a wolf in sheep(or lamb more specifically)'s clothing and Fernando is a sheep in wolf's clothing.

Seb is very unassuming, very delicate, seemingly very vulnerable and malleable. But, deep down, he can be very ruthless. It's in the the way he hesitantly declares war, with a spark in his eye and a suppressed smirk. In the way he challenges someone to a card game or a horse race, proclaiming that he's not great, but winning every round and prancing around the room and mentioning it ad infinitum. The way he's able to instantly turn the tide in a debate in one fell swoop. By showing all his cards constantly and letting himself be vulnerable, he's making himself invulnerable. No one would ever consider him to be able to make big moves, so he wins every single time, because no one even thinks to expect it from him.

Fernando on the other hand, is constantly committed to having a looming presence and harsh reputation, but deep down, he's soft. He knows what happens to people when they're vulnerable, and he's not going to let himself be taken advantage of. The way he keeps a brave face when being informed of the marriage proposal, but goes back to his room and cries. The way he proclaims that he was always going to be the rightful ruler of Spain, but confides to Flavio that he never thought there was any real chance of it ever happening. The way he takes himself so seriously in public, but inside feels so giddy whenever he can make someone laugh. Everything to him always feels unstable and ready to crumble at any moment, and he's not willing to contribute to that by letting himself relax.

I think thats why it's very difficult for them to get along at first, because they have completely different approaches to how they carry themselves and make their way through life. Seb is confused at Fernando because he feels that he's very bland and overly serious at first, but truthfully he's not really seeing the actual Fernando. And Fernando finds Seb to be naive and easily taken advantage of, but that's because he's never seen Seb at his most cruel. Seb really loves when he eventually gets to see Fernando being vulnerable, and Fernando really admires and respects Seb when he sees him being serious. I think it just takes a while for them to show the other their full and complete selves, even the parts they can sometimes be ashamed of. There's this very compelling dichotomy in Seb laying out all his cards, but still being very difficult to read, and Fernando keeping his cards to his chest, but his intentions often being easily seen through.

[bird-inacage]

Fort x Peat for Scentio Milk Collection

Aka the moment that sent Fortpeat fans into meltdown. I’m not going to lie, this needed to be on my dash somewhere for *cough* easy access.

[payasita]

I just want to say you were my first introduction to slay the princess so I partially blame you for my current hyperfixation/j thank you I am deranged over eldritch horror princess and Just Some Guy eldritch horror bird (they are everything to me)

OH I will ask: who is your favourite princess/voice and why? Mine is voice of the contrarian bc he just like me fr, and thorn bc 🫶🫶

WOO glad you're into it! Definitely up there with my favorite games of all time

god I'm gonna have to give you a list. this was a much much longer answer because I have several paragraphs to say for Many Of My Favorites but I'll spare this blog the vomit for now until I can structure parts of it better

fave princesses: Witch and all its routes, Specter and all its routes, Nightmare and all its routes

Fave voices: Stubborn, Skeptic, Smitten. special shout-out to Opportunist for consistently having the best dialogue in the game tho, he sucks and I love him so much

Favorite routes: Razor, Thorn, Damsel

LEGITIMATELY it's so hard to pick but for the sake of giving Some explanation, the razor has to be my favorite for how it exists as the purest subversion of both the story the game is telling (which is itself a subversion of classic monsterslaying fairy tales) and it sort of has to get kind of meta, but it leans into it SO joyously. you as the protagonist being constantly split because the story plot twisted itself so fucking hard that it just. Broke Everything

and the result is absurd and horrifying and slips away from any kind of growth or cogency until both protagonists are stripped completely bare, and it's weird and it's hilarious and no one is having a good time except for the very AGENT of shifting perspectives, no longer constrained by any world or singular force that matters!

and also. How could I not pick the route that gave us The Look™.

[pinkanonhopes]

i tidied my room. everything is gonna be okay.

[zhenja483]

Okay, I just finished watching TUA season 4 and WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL WAS THAT????

*sorry spoilers in the tags- I just need to get this out of my chest rn.

[bunnihearted]

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[thorniest-rose]

Can you imagine Steve having the urge to wear women’s clothing and makeup from being young but always ignoring it because it’s not the done thing. He tells Eddie in confidence and Eddie thinks it’s perfect. Subtly encouraging him to try things and confront it when they’re alone. Steve’s thinking about growing his hair a little and Eddie’s like “I think you’d look so pretty, baby.” He didn’t think anyone would ever react like that. The first time Steve actually works up the courage to do makeup and hair and wear a dress, he shows Eddie when they’re alone and Eddie nearly has a fuckin heart attack.

oh this is so lovely. I love the idea of Steve liking girl's clothes when he's a child. Maybe he sneaks into his parents' bedroom when they're out and tries on his mother's make-up and jewellery, spritzing himself in perfume, and when they go shopping for clothes, he wistfully looks at all the girl's things: the dresses and sandals and little skirts. But he represses it because he knows it's wrong to want those things and boys have to be boys, not girls, so he crushes all those desires back down and tries his best not to think about them. Or about how much he loves looking at and touching girls because he wants to be like them. Then telling Eddie about it when they start dating, knowing Eddie won't judge him for it. And Eddie doesn't, if anything he doesn't seem surprised. And he would encourage Steve so gently, not wanting him to feel insecure, or like it's anything to be ashamed of, saying how pretty he is, that he's already prettier than any girl Eddie's ever seen. So Steve grows his hair longer and he gets his blonde highlights again, and he starts wearing a little mascara and a tinted cherry lipbalm, starts wearing a necklace or a bracelet... subtle enough things in public that no one will say anything.

And in private, when it's just him and Eddie, he does even more. Wearing perfume, trying on dresses, heels, shaking his legs... and when Eddie sees him for the first time he's just stunned. Not because he's shocked at how beautiful Steve looks, but because he didn't think Steve could become even more of a vision than he already was. In a way that's almost unbearable. The makeup and clothes bringing out all of Steve's softness in a way that has Eddie's mouth filling with spit, his dick chubbing up so fast it's painful. He's standing there staring at Steve, mouth open, and Steve shrinks back, insecure, says "you don't like it?" but a moment later Eddie's crossed the room, his arms around Steve's little waist and he says, "baby doll you're fucking gorgeous" and Steve gasps, quivering, at the praise and the pet name.

And Eddie wants this to be about Steve, to be about showering him in adoration, but his hind brain, the one that's whispering to Eddie about what a pretty little housewife Steve would make, kicks into gear and they wind up fucking right there in the kitchen, Eddie slipping his hand between Steve's thighs and roughly pushing his panties to the side so he can finger him open, the whole time breathing into his ear about how he's going to fuck his pretty little pussy. As Steve shakes, flushing red, whimpering "yes Daddy, wanna be your good girl" and Eddie literally has to stop for a second, knuckle deep in Steve's tight hole, groaning "oh fucking hell" into Steve's hair, trying so hard not to cum in his pants like a dumb fucking virgin.

[sysig]

The most cherubic little golden-haired baby boy (Patreon)

[wintertimestoryteller]

Linked Universe x Reader Fairy Tale Collection

A gift for @luimagines , thank you for listening to my rambles and for writing the original prompt and all your work in the fandom so far, it's just the opening chapter in a full fic, and I'm not fully satisfied with it nor all that good of a writer an English is not my first language, but I did my best XD.

Once again, thank you.

-Just an Anon on a Stroll 🐚/WintertimeStoryteller.

Opening Act, Scene I

It was a cool, beautiful summer night, the fields of Hyrule beautiful under the moon's light, the stars shone, and the fire crackled merrily away. to the side there was the sounds of lighthearted chatter as everyone finished settling in for the night as Wild took over cooking duties, it's been a while since you've started traveling with the Chain and peaceful as it was, traveling on the road for so long and never knowing when you'd all be spirited away again by a portal to face the shadow and it's tricks could leave anyone on edge and homesick.

Hence, with a night as lovely as this, it was the perfect time for stories to get the group to relax, and today was your turn, everyone likes tales of many kinds, and you had many from your world to tell, as many as you remembered anyway, and it was always a treat to see the heroes of Hyrule look forward to you telling them and a balm to your soul and theirs. A simple and nice distraction.

"-And so the doorknob was placed onto the door, everyone in the family and village held their breath, a beat later. And the house was engulfed by a warm, golden light, one of the hinges moving on it's own as if to welcome them all back inside as their gifts returned, causing celebration to spread through the hidden village. Now finally reunited, they could step forward to a brighter tomorrow as one no matter what they'll face, the end." You finished, pausing to take a big breath and a sip of water to soothe your parched throat, trying to condense an entire one hour movie into a a different format can take a lot of time. At least you didn't add in the songs.

Flushing slightly as you try to ignore the eyes of your enraptured audience, had anyone told you a few months before that you'd be stuck in Hyrule with arguably some of the strongest men in it's history in what's basically an almost textbook definition of the Hero's Journey, you'd have probably laughed in their face. Now here you are, telling stories from your world around a campfire, with two long since dozed off Heroes by your side.

Honestly, even if without finding out just how you were going to set up your bedroll with Sky and Wind both pinning your legs down wasn't a minor issue, you probably wouldn't have it any other way.

"That was probably one of the more sweet stories you've told yet." Came from Twilight, ruffling your hair with a smile, Hyrule nodding from his side and chiming in with a head tilt, "It's fairly open ended though, isn't it? It's not like the problem was really solved. What if the house starts cracking again?"

"He's right, it can't have been that simple as just 'hugging and talking it out.'" came the scoff from Legend, derisive as he aided Four in sharpening the Chain's weapons for another day on the road. The smith lightly elbowing him on the side, making you chuckle.

Humming while shifting just enough so your leg won't fall asleep, you answer, "Well, clearly it isn't, problems like the ones told in this story aren't just solved in a day and all. It's difficult to break a bad habit, or to try not to strive for perfection or notice you're wrong. But it's a step in the right direction no? So it's worth something."

"I see, so basically like scars."

"Precisely!" Came your nod to Hyrule as you smiled warmly at him. His ears twitched, how cute, "Can't exactly swing a sword at a wound and hope it goes away after all, it will heal in time, even if the marks remain."

"Have any other good ones for today, o' lauded storyteller? Be a nice thing to fall asleep to, a beautiful voice telling us even more lovely stories." Came a faint nudge from Warriors as he winks, you lightly push him back with a small smack to the shoulder, playful in nature even as he leaned back, mock wounded, it brings a smile to your face, "Flattery will get you nowhere, I did say I'd rotate them didn't I? I won't go back to your favorite just yet."

"Worth a try anyway."

"Oh! Could we maybe have that one about the girl in the tower? It's been a while since you've told that one." Asked Wild eagerly as he handed you a bowl of soup, which you gratefully accepted, it smelled divine and honestly? It is a fantastic motivator in getting you to agree. Besides you can't really go wrong with Rapunzel, it's one of the classics for a reason.

"Or you could surprise us, no pressure." Chimed in Four from his side of camp, "You honestly seem to know a lot of them, why not tell us one you really like instead? To make it fair." He smirks a bit, "Although if one about a certain little brave mice is your favorite..."

"Don't think I don't see your angle mister." You make a small 'I have my eyes on you' gesture towards him, making the Hero of Minish raise his hands in surrender, you both giggle, "Well, I wouldn't say I know that many...", You chuckle sheepishly behind your soup, "I just heard many back home in many ways and my memory is decent enough, is all. Hm... Do you think it's getting too late for one more, Time? I'll retell the one from today later on when it's my turn again, it's only fair everyone gets to hear it rather than miss out since Wind and Sky fell asleep midway too."

The leader of the group, who had just returned from his shift with the Hero of Calamity and The First Hero and was just in the process of putting most of his armor down turned to you, voice steady as he inclines his head, "We'll need to move on early, but there's not too much rush so one more should be fine. Thank you, (Reader)."

"Oh? Find anything interesting?" Asked Warriors, helping Legend and Four organize and put away the weapons (and failing in snagging the fire rod, from what you can see).

"We discovered a village up further ahead, if we all wake up bright and early tomorrow it won't be that much of a walk. It's close by, but it's best if we rest here for today." He nods to you, smiling slightly, it really wasn't much, but it warmed you how eager they all could get for a story, "So by all means, the floor is yours. Let's see what you can come up with."

"No pressure at all with that, I'm totally not nervous." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Not at all, you have always done a brilliant job without asking for anything back in and out of the battlefield. We have no reason to believe it will be different now when you've been an incredible storyteller as well." Reassured First, coming by to sit by the fire, from the corner of your eye. You see Calamity nodding along, subtly sitting close and leaning against your other side, Wild giving him an amused look at his anticipation but wisely not calling him out on it as he all but threw himself onto Twilight's side, burrowing and getting comfortable underneath his cloak as the Ordonian yelped, almost dropping his soup. Swallowing the last of your soup (and your nerves) along with it and coughing into your fist to hide a blush, regretfully catching sight and ear of affirmations and nods around the camp as the boys rounded up against the hearth as the last of today's chores was done, you wrack your head for words and for which story to tell next.

Staying composed while having the unwavering support and attention of most of the heroes of Hyrule is quite nerve wracking and flattering in equal measure, can anyone blame you for being flustered?

You had already gone through most of the fairy tales from the West, from Snow White to Beauty and the Beast and Rapunzel and now Encanto, there's their original versions, the one's that weren't made into movies that is, but it would likely just put everyone on edge so we'll save those for another day, it's such a lovely night. You'd loathe to make it sour even if most of those had a good ending, but maybe... Something Eastern? To mix it up, a lightbulb goes off in your head as you grin, giggling, you have it! "Alright then, one more, since you all are so eager." You wink, "Usually the audience knows best. Now, let us start." Taking a deep breath, your voice takes on a lighter, soft tone, the heroes get comfortable, all of you miss the glare of crimson eyes deep in the darkness of the woods. Brief as it was, none would look too closely at a dark colored owl after all, "Once upon a time, there was a brave, noble prince, one day. A maddened, dying god attacked his people and he was cursed defending them, fated to die young..."

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"If you keep glaring like that, your face will get stuck in that ugly expression." Came a lilting, amused tune, poking the owl between the eyes, laughing as it attempted to bite them through the mask, "Although maybe it would be an improvement to that horrible, nasty mug. For a shape shifter you sure don't make good use of your abilities, are you sure you're up to the task? Having an awful looking performer not playing a wretched character is bad for business."

"Silence." Hissed the owl, flying out of their shoulder and, in a twisting, distinctively wrong surge of shadows. A form like a man's stand in front of the masked figure, unnaturally sharp teeth bared into a too wide smile, "You have your job, I have my own. The question is whether you'll deliver or not. Are you ready?"

The voice hummed, smirking as they pat the Shadow's shoulder, lightly pushing him away, "Don't worry your pretty, wretched head about it. You gave me all I need, play nice once they get here. And I'll give you your rupees worth, I'm not know to disappoint." They look up at the moon as the wraith snarls, but vanishes, laughing as they open a leather bound book, "What a lovely night indeed... Now, let's set the stage, and have some fun, shall we?"

Opening Act, End Scene I.

[llondonfog]

Hello~! I love your writing style! I wanted to send you a request from your post with the settings prompt list. <3

Can I request 30: the base of a large waterfall featuring Sebek? Maybe he's on his way to go fishing and he starts thinking about family stuff?

setting prompts ! | (30. at the base of a large waterfall)

briar valley is known for its mountains, fangs that stretch and yawn as they pierce the soft underbelly of the sky. it's an unforgiving terrain, equally suited for an unforgiving people— change is not welcome here in a land where the winters are harsh and the memories that haunt the frozen shadows harsher still. and yet, there are some that persist: the salmon, for one—

you can see them from where you sit at the base of a frigid waterfall, leaping, graceful forms that duck and weave through the crystal-clear water with single-minded determination as they swim against the current, against the natural order of things

— and your parents, too.

you are old enough now that when the adults around you whisper quietly, you listen, your keen fae ears pricked to the tune of their thorny, poisonous words. you are old enough to understand that your mother chose a difficult life for herself— one of inevitable struggles and pain from both outside and in. you are old enough to understand that your mother will be cursed to see hundreds of sunrises without your father, your siblings, or even yourself by her side.

you are not old enough to understand that she accepts this as a blessing.

you wonder if she thought like the salmon do, of what must lie beyond the top of the waterfall— was she too driven by the promise of the unknown, of something better than the relentless crush of an insular environment that threatened to choke and freeze the life out of any vibrant thing that dared to stand in its path?

you wonder if she found it.

you wonder if you will ever be as strong as her; you are frightened that the water might drown you first. you can already feel its numb grip deep in your heart and in your bones, and you wonder how much of you is already at the bottom of the waterfall, claimed forever by the valley.

the salmon reach the top of the mountain, and you return home empty-handed, belly aching with a hunger that will not be satisfied.

(you are not yet a salmon; but one day—

"if you do not call the strength that you have lilia's love, then what else do you call it! do not make fun of our mentor again, silver!"

— you will be.)

[i-mybrunettelady]

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[moonchild-in-blue]

you & i can form a soft girlie (gn) support group. it’s just a giant cuddle pile with comfy blankets and tasty snacks while listening to tender-hearted tunes.

Omg can we actually? I'll have you know I cry embarrassingly easy. If someone puts the Spirit or Tarzan soundtrack is absolutely over for me 🥺

We're gonna need a good stash of kleenex, balm (for the nose) and ibuprofen (for headaches) hahaha

[sorrowingsoldier]

The “home” motif and buddie kill me constantly. Eddie always having a place he could call home but never feeling comfortable in it until he moves to LA with Christoper and started a home on his own. Filling it with things that are his, with his love for his son, with friends and family. A place he decided to settle down at, after running away from his reality for so long until he couldn’t anymore. And instead of his reality eating him alive and making him miserable, it brought his closer to his son, to the family he loves, to new friends and family. And eventually, to Buck. Who, at first, invited Eddie into the home of his girlfriend that left to Europe and eventually left Buck behind. And through that initial invitation, he brought Eddie some peace and relaxation and helped him in a way his other core family members didn’t know how. And so, in turn, Eddie brought Buck into his home. Buck, who had a childhood home but it was never a home meant for him. It was an escape for his parents where they placed their children and gave them enough care that they’d survive. And then when Buck was finally able, he left and moved and moved and moved and never had a home. His home was through postcards, through photographs that he never kept and sent off. And then he moved to LA, created a family, lived with roommates until he got on his feet and after being left once again he found an apartment. And that apartment was a partial home, but his home exists in exchanged keys, in a two bedroom house with a yard, in a child with fluffy hair and a man with brown eyes. Eddie and Buck’s home is a house, but it’s also each other, and it’s also a child, and it’s all the moments they share and wills signed that’s probably more than either of them could have hoped for.

[robinsnest2111]

augh the absolute need to be held and pet and showered with love and gentle praise is so STRONG tonight 😭