#slack hands

[cookie-nigel-dolan]

Galliano  //   Slack hands  (Aquasky Remix)  –  1996

[brother-emperors]

I got. thoughts. about valens and voices in imperial roman history. but I also got a lot of thoughts about uhhhhhh choosing your brother for co ruling the Fratricide Foundation Story Empire. many thoughts about themistius' oration too

Brotherly Love, Themistius (trans. Peter Heather & David Moncur)

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / insta

[just-null]

Kokichi, similar to Noritoshi in the sense that they're analytical and kinda tsun, but that's mostly it. This is another Megumi and Noritoshi situation where, on the surface, they appear to be very similar, but you squint and realize they're extremely different.

Whereas Noritoshi isn't as bold because he still holds remnants of pride, Kokichi is just shy about it since it's so new. He won't back down from it, just hesitate.

[Long ass rambles under the cut! + bonus doodles.]

When referring to shyness, Kokichi leans into the awkward and stiff type. There's always confusion and slight fear in his eyes when he's experiencing something new or romantic. He doesn't want to mess up, but if he does, he just hopes it works in his favor.

Being born in a body where he was under constant pain and stress, someone touching him was the last thing he wanted. He'd never known the loving touch of another because the heavens decided he wasn't allowed to.

After meeting you, that yearning to be next to you became too much. To hell with his restrictions. He'd to do whatever it takes to be able to be with you even if he had to sacrifice others to do it.

In retrospect, he feels like he should've done it sooner. Being touched or even grazed doesn't feel like his skin is falling off anymore.. Plus having both arms and working legs is always a good thing. It's new and odd, but not terrible. His mind never once wandered back and regretted those he's thrown under the bus because why would it?

Unfortunately, when his body was being healed, Mahito made him healthy.. and that's all. Knowing Mahito, he'd leave Kokichi to struggle with catching up to the rest of his peers by working for his own stamina, weight, and strength from square one. Though Kokichi isn't complaining much about it. He'd still take this rather than being stuck in that god forsaken tub for a second longer.

He used to hate being fussed over because of his illness. He prefers to do things on his own and now he can. Yet, Kokichi still gets pitiful looks on other's faces when he's too weak to carry something. It makes him want to spit at them, he can use Mechamaru to do his heavy lifting for now. He doesn't need a beefed up body to do it.

Unless you're the "beefed up" one fussing over him.. He doesn't mind it when it's you. In fact, Kokichi feels grateful when it's you, endeared even. He never feels belittled or pitiful when its you.. Only you.

Judging by how he treated panda for having the ability to interact with others in person despite being a cursed corpse, Kokichi has a number of insults and creative verbal abuse he's ready to spew out once someone tries getting a little too close to you. Scratch that, he's rude in general to those he isn't familiar with.

Kokichi has a lot of anger for those he deems ungrateful. What do you expect from someone who thought he was gonna rot in a bathtub for the rest of his life to do? Not harbor resentment? Luckily, he holds just as much, if not more, love for you who he's unbelievably grateful for!

Your affection is so odd to him, a new experience that he never knew he could grow to yearn for. It's not terrible, quite the opposite. It's so wonderful he can't get enough. Every time you're around, he wants to have at least one hand on you at all times. Doesn't matter where, just as long as he feels you're around. Safe to say, he's extremely touch starved.

Oh how Kokichi would drop everything for a walk with you. He'd use every Mechamaru he had just to make sure no one disturbs either of you. Murder is just a side effect if they get too persistent. He just wants to spend time with you!

Though he likes walks, he still gets out of breath easily. Walking is nice, but he still needs time to get used to it. Offering to help will only cause him to lean against you, it's not too difficult, he doesn't weigh much for better or worse. He loves when you lend him a hand, it's just another reason to get close to you.

When you part, it's only natural that Kokichi gifts you a little trinket he made. Rejecting it will only reward you with the most devastated frown, so just accept it. If you get rid of it when coming home, it somehow always finds its way back to you? Destroying it will lead to Kokichi giving you another one.

Yes, it follows and watches you, but it's just to keep you safe! Who knows what could happen. Whether or not the little trinkets are subtle, all depends on how you reacted to him asking if it was alright to know your location at all times when he's not around. Kokichi is understanding if you're not okay with it. He'll just make his gifts extra subtle so you wont know he's watching.

He just wants to be by your side constantly, even if he's not able to be there in person. Watching you through a screen gives him a sickly familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it's better than not knowing what you're doing. He can even pick up little things about you this way for when he sees you next time! This is nothing but a win-win in his mind even if others beg to differ.

Kokichi never felt blessed. Not once since the day he was born, not until he found you. You who he feels is truly a gift from the heavens. You who he would give up everything to have. In a way, Kokichi is delusional. He sees you as the reason he got a heavenly restriction. It was as if other worldly forces tried to keep him at bay from pursuing you, but you're also the reason he broke his restrictions. He now has the body he wished for thanks to you, his drive, his motivation, his purpose, his love.

[extra shit]

Kokichi’s so fucking low key about being a chuunibyou. you're telling me he named his mech after an anime he watched. half his attacks have ultimate or ultra in the name.. HE MADE A FUCKING MECH. Your ass can't tell me he didn't watch anime while growing up and got inspired to make it a reality. He probably watched Evangelion or something.. Woah, anime dates with him where he makes your favorite creature and uses it to his advantage.. woah.

[Bonus Kokichi verbal abuse]

[intotheelliwoods]

This is part 2! Part 1 can be found here~

Masterpost

[katabay]

some sketchbook pages

[napping-sapphic]

No but listen if we were dating i could inspire you to do your daily mental health walk when you don’t want to which would also force me to do MY daily mental health walk when i don’t want to it’s a win/win situation absolutely no downsides

[meyerlansky]

izzy 🖕🖕🖕 hands

[gavramous]

farah gets the shakes sometimes. a thing from her childhood that's loyally followed her to now. her whole body will tremble, and if it's a bad enough episode, her teeth will also chatter.

and she hates it. it makes her feel so incredibly fragile, so intensely out of control. this thing that wracks her body when it's decided it's had enough, it's mortifying...

she's the commander of the ulf, there are so many people that depend on her. and there are some days where she dreads holding anything, for fear she'll break it.

she takes herself to hadir when she gets like this. he's the only one she trusts to see her in such a vulnerable state. she knows he won't judge her, won't loose faith in her or her abilities.

but then he betrays her, and she has no one to go to. she has no one to soothe her, to hold her shaking hands in theirs to lessen the trembles.

- - -

farah is surprised- elated, really, when she finds out that alex is alive. she missed him dearly. she had warmed up to him much faster than she ever thought she would, and she had mourned who they could have been had he not asked her to order him into that room.

but she doesn't need to mourn anymore. he's right back at her side.

he's at her side the day hadir dies. he stays with her when they get back at base. he walks with her to her room, follows her inside. he stays with her as her hands start to shake.

he kneels in front of her where she sits on the edge of her bed, and takes her hands gently in his, and holds tightly. he sweeps his thumbs back and forth across her knuckles. just like hadir used to...

and that makes farah finally break, she sobs, leans forward in pain, and rests her head on his shoulder.

she cries, and she trembles, and throughout it all, alex is with her. he holds her shaking hands in his steady ones, and tells her it'll be alright, tells her that he's here, he's got her.

[toosaltycoffee]

deh kr made me do this #2

[ineffableteeth]

I don’t know if Aziraphale and Crowley would have kids of their own

But I do feel like they’d babysit

And I actually think they would both be really good at it

Just imagine Crowley on the couch secretly reading to this little kid until they both pass out and Aziraphale walking into that

He’d never let Crowley live it down

[frog-with-no-therapy]

I want a spider X dcu but have Peter working at the league's base in space as a mechanic or a scientist, cause of course they will have the best material and information to help him make a way home. Except that Peter is weird.

Like, weird weird. Like, spider bite kind of weird with a hint of different culture from a different world kind of weird.

Listen most of his interactions with humans in their world is with them cause he's at the watchtower all the time, so his understanding of what is normal is a bit skew, and he probably also got used to acting more spidery, especially when in a lab or sm (courtesy of his time at the avenger tower where he doesn't really have to hide his spidery side)

Then you take into account him having a different kind of humour and a different set of memes and you have the whole justice league thinking he's secretly an alien

[razgooftin]

I hope they don’t get sucked into that upside down waterfall that would be pretty bad

[coffeeghoulie]

dottie im here for the women

can you give us some sweet, loving, hot sex between cirrus and cumulus? im in need of some girl on girl action. im not picky <3

so the outline for this was, in all caps, "cumulus just fucking loves her wife so much"

Cirrus deserves to be pampered, okay?

about 1.7k of Cumulus taking care of Cirrus, oral sex, and mentions of strapons and facesitting

"I went to our favorite store when I was out this afternoon," Cirrus says, voice filtering in past the open bathroom door, where Cumulus is finishing up washing her face, gently smoothing lotion onto her skin.

Cumulus pauses, perking up and sticking her tongue out at her reflection as she realizes how eager she's being. "Yeah?" she asks, priding herself on how even she keeps her tone as her stomach jumps. She knows exactly what store Cirrus is talking about, the toy chest tucked underneath their roost full of all sorts of their wares.

"You wanna try something different tonight, songbird?"

"You always have the best ideas, loon," Cumulus says. "I'm in."

"Cue, you didn't even see what I got," Cirrus whines, but even though Cumulus can't even see her, she can hear her smile on the air. Cumulus flicks the bathroom light off, stepping into the room she shares with her beloved.

Cirrus, as always, is a vision. Dark navy hair pooling over her exposed shoulders, the dusting of light spots on her grey skin that earn her Cumulus's favorite nickname, dressed in soft sweatpants and a tanktop, ready for lounging in bed. But there's an odd expression on her face, a furrow in her brow that Cumulus wants nothing more to smooth out with her kisses. She glances down at the bed, at an open package overflowing with soft blue tissue paper sat on the foot of it.

"Ooh, whatcha get?" Cumulus asks, keeping her tone bright, trying to get her love to smile.

Cirrus just gestures at the box, a foot long on each side, a few inches deep. Cumulus doesn't go immediately to the package, instead cooing as she presses up against Cirrus's side. "Baby," Cumulus whispers, staring up at her with wide eyes. "What's wrong, my little loon?"

"Just thinking," Cirrus blinks, leaning down to nose at Cumulus's curls, making a soft little noise as she breathes in the scent of her shampoo. Cumulus wraps her arms around her waist, just holding her. "I got you something," she whispers into her hair. "You wanna see?"

"I'd like nothing more," Cumulus says, reaching out with one arm to rifle through the tissue paper. The other stays wrapped around Cirrus's waist.

The first thing she feels other than the paper is soft, buttery leather, and then cool, solid silicone. She wraps her hand around it, humming softly as she takes the new harness and strap from the box. It's a much slimmer toy than Cumulus normally prefers, a little shorter too, a white, icy blue marble where it's threaded through the silver o-ring at the front of the harness, gently curving up, and that's when it hits her.

She turns back to Cirrus, a grin dimpling her cheeks. "Oh, baby," she coos. "What a lovely toy you've gotten me. Would you like me to use it on you?"

The grey blush deepens, begins to creep down Cirrus's throat, and she hums uncharacteristically shy.

Cumulus turns, taking her by the biceps. "Baby, I'd be more than happy to." She stands up on her tiptoes, nudging her nose against the line of Cirrus's jaw, pressing fluttering kisses there. Cirrus looks up, meeting her eyes.

"Sorry," she breathes, laughing softly as Cumulus's breath tickles her skin.

"Whatever for?" Cumulus asks, cooing as she presses a kiss just under her ear.

"Can't seem to ask for what I want," she shifts, and Cumulus smooths her hands up and down her biceps. "Have to make you guess."

"Hey," she says, hands moving up to cup Cirrus's cheeks, making the taller ghoulette meet her gaze. "I know you, Cirrus. We crawled out of the Pit together. I know you, and you know me, and I want to give you what you want."

Cirrus huffs, smiling softly. "I want," she breathes. "I want to see you wearing that strap I bought."

Cumulus smiles, a glint of something mischievous in her eye. "Just see me?"

Cirrus rolls her eyes, laughing as she turns her head, pressing a ghost of a kiss against her mate's palm. "Dove," she says. "Don't make me say it."

She laughs, spinning her by the arms so the back of her legs press against the edge of the mattress. "Say what? That you want your mate to take care of you and use this very pretty little toy and make you feel good?"

The noise Cirrus makes is something that Cumulus wishes she could bottle and keep forever. "Oh, that's it, then?" She coos, coaxing her to lay down in their aerie. "You wanna be my princess tonight?"

Cirrus keens, an arm flopping over her eyes, the hem of her tank top riding up, and Cumulus has to fight not to drool at the sight of the soft pad of fat that sits just above her hips. "Oh, princess, don't hide, I wanna see you."

There's a clicking noise as Cirrus swallows, removing her arm from her face as Cumulus straddles her hips. Cirrus stares up at her, her normally pin-like, avian pupils blown out, darkness swallowing the grey of her irises. She reaches up, curling a strand of Cumulus's soft hair around one of her fingers before tucking it behind a feathered ear. "Please, dove."

Cumulus leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her mate's lips. She doesn't need confirmation, knows what Cirrus wants just as well as she knows her own needs. Cumulus helps her sit up just enough to pull her tank top off over her head.

"My prettiest ghoul," she coos, kissing down her chest, hands cupping the swell of her breasts. Cirrus chokes out a whine, carding her long fingers through her mate's hair as she kisses downward.

Cumulus takes her time, even though her patience is already wearing thin and she wants nothing more than to reward her love for offering her that vulnerability. She knows Cirrus, knows how she struggles to open up sometimes. She spends so much taking care of the others that there's not much left for herself.

Cumulus focuses her efforts on the softness of her stomach, just above the waistband of her sweats, sucking and mouthing at the skin, leaving small, violet bruises until Cirrus gasps, reaching down and shoving at her sweats.

"Cue, dove, please," Cirrus breathes, lifting her hips as they both work together to shove her pants and underwear off.

She grins, pushing gently at the lean muscle of Cirrus's thigh, making a little more space for herself as she hooks it over her shoulder. Cumulus turns, watching Cirrus's face out of the corner of her eye as she turns her affections on her inner thigh, kissing and sucking and nipping higher and higher, until Cirrus is whining, fingers tangled in the sheets.

"Grab my hair, princess," she coos, breath hitting where Cirrus is already slick with anticipation, clit jutting out from her folds, dusky and swollen even though it hasn't been touched yet.

Cirrus does as she's told, taking handfuls of Cumulus's curls, pianist's fingers curling against her scalp, but not pulling. Always so gentle.

Cumulus glances up, locking eyes with her before pressing her tongue to her folds, dragging it up over her clit. She doesn't look away, even as the warm pressure rips a quiet moan from her throat. Cumulus hums, shifting Cirrus's thigh on her shoulder and kissing her clit into her mouth, tongue fluttering against the tip.

"Shit, Lus," Cirrus gasps, breaking eye contact as her head tips back against the pillows. Cumulus holds on to her as she works at her, fingers dimpling the flesh of her thigh, her hip. She doesn't look away, knows Cirrus's body like her own, icy blue eyes locked on the way Cirrus's jaw goes slack.

Her world narrows to the points of contact, to watching her mate's expression as she licks at her, drowning in her taste. Cirrus's fingers clench and unclench, never pulling, and Cumulus coos into her cunt.

Cirrus jolts at the vibrations, fists closing as she yelps. "Fuck!"

"Does that feel good, baby?" she asks, pulling back to nose at her dark, slick curls. She presses a kiss to the tip of her clit, nuzzling her cheek against Cirrus's inner thigh.

"Fuck, Lus, please don't stop," Cirrus begs, fingers twitching in her hair.

"Never," She grins, licking a stripe over her clit before sucking gently on it, humming softly. Cirrus nearly squeals, hips jolting off of the bed, and Cumulus just holds her. "My polite little loon."

She smooths her hand up and down Cirrus's flank. One of Cirrus's hands leaves her hair, finds hers, and she squeezes her hand with more confidence than gripping at her curls. Cumulus smiles, redoubling her efforts.

Cirrus squirms, gasping and panting quietly. "Lus, shit, jus' like that, please," she begs, holding tight to her hand.

Cumulus lets her eyes lock onto Cirrus's face, not stopping even for a moment, air magick letting her hold her breath as long as she'd like and not a moment less.

Cirrus cries out wordlessly as she cums, and Cumulus watches her expression, wants to remember the bliss on her face forever. She keeps licking and sucking until Cirrus's hand tightens in her hair for real, panting and writhing beneath her with overstimulation.

She pulls back, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. "Feeling good, baby?"

Cirrus laughs, chest heaving as she catches her breath. "Is the sky blue?"

Cumulus purrs, self-satisfied. She straddles Cirrus's hips, cupping her cheeks in her hands, leaning in to kiss her languidly. Cirrus moans at the taste of herself on Cumulus's tongue.

When they pull away, Cumulus presses her forehead to Cirrus's, their horns knocking gently together. "Are you ready for the strap, Cir?"

Cirrus grunts, propping herself up for a moment. The wave of heat from her expression nearly makes Cumulus double over. It's the look Cirrus gets when she's about to pounce. "Damn the strap, dove," she says, patting the pillow next to her head, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Changed my mind for right now. I want my turn. Come up here and have a seat."

[alliebirb]

Had to cut the title slide so: welcome to vol. 2 of brainrotted ygo fan assigns character styles, boys edition!

[humblepoet26]

uhh, hi?

[soydyke]

Fuck it *draws dnp*