#soft characters

[mooandroo]

Roo remembers...

...Moo and Roo's first lemonade.

...It was too sour. 🍋

[rosesnink]

the sweet, soft and kind-hearted LI is boring to YOU. to me, someone who remains kind and loving to the main character despite not choosing them, having that mental and emotional stability and maturity and not allowing the evil in the world corrupt them will always make me fall for that character and be drawn to them rather than the overtold bad boy who's emotionally unavailable and is selfish and justifies their past to be a jerk, thus forcing the mc to 'change' them, or worse, them changing FOR them.

[prismadog]

I wrote a little soft Clockers family one-shot!

I've had an idea in my brain for a few days now (ever since watching Cleo's Limited Life earlier this week), and I had to get it out. It started as an image, but then I decided to write a little one-shot as well.

Ao3 Link

[fanart below after the one-shot]

There was Only One Bed (but not really) - Clockers Edition

They were standing in a field of flowers, surrounded by people without faces.

Friends.

Allies.

Soulmates.

They were smiling.

Crying.

They were laughing.

Screaming.

They were dancing.

Running.

They were living.

Dying.

“Cleo,” someone calls.

They turn, searching.

“Cleo,” someone calls again.

The people are fading.

“Mom!” someone yells.

— — — — —

Cleo startles awake and cracks open their eyes. There’s a grey ceiling above her, one made of stone. There’s darkness around them, moonlight streams in through the windows above.

“Mom?” a quiet voice whispers.

Their eyes turn to the man beside them, standing in his orange pajamas, holding a pillow to his chest. His green eyes are tired, there’s dark circles under them, his hair is a mess.

“Scar?” they ask quietly, voice rough with sleep. They sit up a bit, dislodging the hand on their shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Scar looks away, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I uh…can I…?” he struggles with his words and his shoulders droop. 

The zombie sits up more, reaches out a hand to her ally, rests it on his arm. “Scar, is everything okay?” they ask gently.

He shakes his head in response.

A moment ticks by. Then two.

“Can I…” he starts again. He swallows. “Can I sleep with you, Mom?”

Mom. 

They’re only a couple sessions into the Games but that word, that name, title, is growing on them. The two of them - Cleo and Scar - are about the same age, and yet he calls them ‘Mom’. It was weird at first, should still be weird, but they’re getting used to it.

“Sure thing,” they say and shift over in the bed, making room for their friend. 

Scar gives a grateful smile, sets his pillow next to their’s, and slides under the covers next to them. He doesn’t say anything, only lays on his side, stiff.

They lay down again too, on their back like they were before, and hold out an arm. “Do you want to cuddle?”

His eyes search their’s for a moment, looking for something, then he gives a small nod and scoots closer to them. He stiffens more at their arms wrapping around him, pulling him to their side, then he starts to relax.

The two of them lie in silence for awhile, the only sounds around them being the crickets outside and Bdubs’ snoring from across the room. It’s nice. Scar is warm against them, like a heater, and it feels good.

“You’re cold,” his voice is quieter than before, barely a whisper.

“Sorry, I can put a blanket between us if you’d like?”

He shakes his head and curls up more into their side. “It’s good. I like it. Like the cold side of a pillow.”

They chuckle, and start playing with his hair. “Do you wanna tell me why you’re awake in the middle of the night?”

There’s no answer, not immediately, and for a moment, they think he’s fallen asleep, but then he sighs softly, his breath tickling their skin. “I had a bad dream,” he replies. “Not a nightmare or anything, just…bad.”

They’ve been there. They have bad dreams too, ever since the first Game, and it’s never fun. But, they’re used to it now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” they ask.

“Not really much to talk about,” he says. 

They think he might just leave it at that, saying nothing more, just wanting to go to sleep. But, he surprises them.

“It’s the same one I have most nights - I’m in an endless desert and I’m alone. There’s voices talking to me and I try to follow them, but I can’t find them.” He wraps his arm around them, squeezing them close. “I run, trying to find them, and when I think I’m getting close, the desert sinks below my feet and I fall into the Void.

“Then I wake up.” Scar shakes his head. “I hate that dream. Every time I have it, it makes me feel like I’m alone. Like I have no friends or allies. Even in 3rd Life and Double Life, with Grian, I felt alone.”

“Well, you’re not alone now, Scar,” they say. “You’ve got me and Bdubs here. We’re your allies, and your family.”

They feel a small smile against their skin. “Thanks, Mom.”

Cleo chuckles, “No problem.”

“Would you two keep it down?!” a rough, irritated voice calls from the other side of the room, startling them both.

The two of them look over to find Bdubs awake and glaring at them from the comforts of his own bed.

“Sorry, Bdubs,” they both say.

Bdubs glares for a moment longer, eyes narrowed, studying them, then he sits up, eyes wide again. “Hey! You two’re cuddling without me!” he yells, accusatory.

“You’re more than welcome to join us,” Cleo says. “Right, Scar?”

The man nods, smiling wide, “Yeah, com’on, Dubs, join us! The more the merrier!”

Bdubs doesn’t hesitate to get out bed and join them in Cleo’s. He drops next to the zombie on the opposite side of Scar, and curls into their side, draping an arm over their stomach and a leg over their’s. “How dare you try to steal Mom away.”

Scar gasps, almost too dramatically. “I would never!” he exclaims. “I had a bad dream and Mom was kind enough to let me sleep with them.”

“Yeah well, two can play at that game. I’m sleeping with Mom too!”

Cleo sighs and pulls the two men - boys, more like - against their side. “All right, you two, settle down and go to sleep. I’m too tired to listen to you argue.”

“Sorry, Mom,” they say in unison.

“And for the record, you’re both more than welcome to sleep with me.”

They can feel the smiles from both men against their skin now. “Thanks,” Scar says while Bdubs says, “Thanks, Cleo.” The two of them settle down, relaxing into the zombie’s arms.

Within seconds, Bdubs is already fast asleep again, snoring quietly.

Scar yawns and in a very sleepy, on the edge of passing out, voice, says, “Thank you for not letting me be alone.”

Cleo smiles softly and presses a kiss into his hair, “You’re welcome, Scar,” they reply, their own voice barely a whisper.

The man smiles. Soon, he too, is fast asleep.

The zombie stays awake awhile longer, holding their boys, their family, close to them, and listening to their soft breaths of slumber. They play with Scar’s hair and stroke Bdubs’ arm.

It’s nice, peaceful, and when they finally do drift back to sleep, they have nothing but good dreams of dancing in flower fields with their boys.

[Image ID: a lineart drawing of zombie cleo, goodtimeswithscar, and bdoubleo100 cuddled close to each other and sleeping]

[darkcommet]

In The Jaws of A Lion - Dark Commet

Oberyn Martell x Lannister OC

Snippet -

“Their first tentative week of friendship had seen them inside the Keep taking tea in a private solar. They'd discussed nothing of true importance and avoided talk of Elia's tour. By that second week Elia had taken to seeking out Lorelei to invite her to outings with her, Oberyn, and their guards. Lorelei had never refused and had always played the most gracious host. Elia thinks she might have even enjoyed spending time with them. Which made it easier to enjoy time with her. Because Elia's most loyal friend is Oberyn and while her brother had allowed her the privacy to take tea with Lorelei and do go on private walks, Elia has begun to miss his presence. Seeing that her wild, boisterous brother doesn't seem to bother Lorelei has managed to endear the first-born daughter of the Great Lion to Elia. So, by the third week, Elia finds herself asking Lorelei to join her and Oberyn on walks and private dinners, which is then met with invitations to take walks with Lorelei or travel to Lannisport.

This is also how she and Oberyn find themselves walking along the shores with Lorelei.

The blonde at Elia's side has a large velvet pouch that she has slowly been filling with shells. Rucking the skirt of her surprisingly dull gown - dull only because Elia has only seen Lorelei dressed in the opulence befitting a Lannister, not this grey cotton thing - to her shins so that she could step into the frigid waters of the Sunset Sea and collect her shells. Eventually Oberyn had taken the task for himself, kicking off his boots and rolling the hem of his trousers to his knee and laughing as he plunged into the rolling waves. For all the wild nature of him, Oberyn has a Prince's upbringing. He is not a bad man. He would not allow Elia to dip her own toes into such chilly waters and he will not allow Lorelei to do so either. So, he collects his shells and brings them to Lorelei, holding them aloft in his hands and allowing her to pick and choose the ones she wishes to keep in the velvet pouch and which she'd like him to return to the sea.”

Read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42195276?view_full_work=true

[anothersunflowersoul]

I'm reading a collection of short stories. Each of them connected by the love shared between two individuals who have taken very different paths in life. They do the whole long distance thing for 15 years while they further their careers. And what gets me is how soft and comfortable they are with each other. This wasn't a detailed description of hot and heavy scenes with an extreme amount of pining or unrequited love or absurd dramatics.

They are soft. They are in love and they have decided to be together no matter what. They are willing to wait until they are both ready because they can't imagine spending their lives with anyone else. And when they visit one another, for however long they have, there is no anxiety or fear at the thought of not being good enough. They wholeheartedly trust each other to continue loving them and they choose to discover who they are first so their significant other is able to enjoy the best version of them.

The idea of intimacy has been polluted in the minds of people to the extent that intimacy is immediately recognized as something along the lines of romance or sex. Sure that's intimate in its own right, but there's so much more depth to it. It is closeness and familiarity with someone. Intimacy is in knowing the details of someone's life, understanding their habits, their likes and dislikes. It's being able to fully comprehend how a person functions the way they do. It's loving them because of and in spite of all these things.

These stories touched something in me because every single detail was intimate. They treasured each other, they appreciated even the seemingly little sacrifices the other made for them. They helped build up one another's self confidence. They used just about every love language there is to express their love and when they ran out, they made up their own. They had an in depth understanding of each other's intricacies and they matured alongside one another. Lastly, and perhaps most importantly... they stayed. Through the hardships, the trials and the tribulations, they stayed because they knew their partner was worth it. They knew that the life they could have together was worth even the loneliest of days when the distance seemed impossible to overcome.

They are fictional but precious to me in ways I didn't even understand until I wrote this. I will be infinitely grateful to this genius author for coming up with such a cozy, comfy series that truly helped me understand what love is supposed to feel like. The feeling of butterflies in one's stomach is romanticized so much that the peace the right person brings to you is overlooked in favour of something more "exciting".

[noxthesleepymoodyoverthinker]

Harry Saving Dobby was what Hooked Me onto the Harry Potter Books

Technically, I loved the Harry Potter books because of how easily it delivered the story and connected the plots. If anything, the only criticism I had was how giant the last book was...Like, a lot of those plot points could have been scattered across the other books, surely? But they were all well-written.

But I digress; that's not the point of this. Instead, I want to mention the exact point at which I fell in love with the story and Harry as a character: When he tricked Lucius Malfoy into freeing Dobby.

I mean, Dobby was more comic relief than anything in the second book, a sympathetic creature but a weird chaotic one. And we barely saw him at all until he caused trouble. And I figured that, like most stories, this would be a forgotten vein. But no. Not only did Dobby show up in the end, but Harry actually tricked Lucius into freeing him!

I remember reading that scene where Harry first meets Dobby. And I was honestly horrified at the way Dobby was treated. I was like, hold still and give us more information! And I would have happily read the book if the entire thing was about how Harry and his friends plotted to free Dobby. But nope. He disappeared. And appeared just enough to sabotage Harry at Hogwarts.

So I thought he would be just left as is (I've seen similar situations in other stories, after all - where a character that needed saving was forgotten because he/she/they/it was not as central to the plot).

But then Harry saved him! Warming my little teen heart. And he was now my favorite character in ALL THE BOOKS! (Well, at least until Luna showed up in Book 5. Then Harry became my second favorite. But again, I loved her for how inescapably kind she was. And it was awesome to see a character be so completely herself.)

All this to say, I miss kindness and compassion in stories. Now, everything's dark and/or flippant and/or grimdark, and I lose interest in those so fast.

Bring back kind, compassionate characters, please.

[sawakow]

hello kitty food and drinks ♡

[cardo-de-comer]

nonverbal communication

[noodles-and-tea]

OK but consider:

Tim Drake

Considered, accepted and appreciated.

[canisalbus]

✦ Silk and Suede ✦

[carbon-corrie]

Presenting Alpha-17 being the cool dad older brother by telling stories and instructing the CC Batch (plus Rex and Baby Boba) on how to out-sass any Natborn they may encounter!

[mooandroo]

Roo remembers the sound of the rain and Moo's soft voice reading her favorite story. 🌧️✨

Some memories are warm enough to last a lifetime. 💗📚

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: break-up, angst, hung-up yandere, anger issues, insecurity, threats to regrets

♡ GN reader

Thinking about pro-athlete ex-boyfriend… 

You know, the one you broke up with because he couldn't focus on anything but his career, the one you just couldn’t stand by and watch any longer as he nearly ran his health into the ground—not to mention your relationship—all to reach his goals.

He’d been so mean—meaner than you ever thought possible when you told him you couldn’t do this anymore—said it was a real class act of you to abandon him now when it mattered most. He’d made it about you not wanting a pipe-dreaming wannabe sportsman for a boyfriend, how you never believed in him anyway, how you never cheered for him, how he thinks you don’t even want to see him succeed. 

He’d been so loud and so ugly you’d been in shock for weeks afterward, unable to wrap your head around it. You didn’t even dare tell anyone—feeling it was a beast of burden you ought to keep for yourself. Oddly enough, you felt that if anyone knew or saw him like that, it would be not just detrimental to him and his image but embarrassing for you both.

And you hadn't spoken to him since. At least not face-to-face. He’d sent you a few drunk texts then and there, which you’d replied to in short, though mostly ignored. You’d thought about blocking him at one point, but you didn’t want to be dramatic, either. And suppose, in some way, you were still waiting for an apology.

But months passed, and nothing like it ever came, and so, instead of being bitter, you accepted that was just how the two of you ended. And that was that. 

Still, it's a little awkward. You wonder if you should congratulate him on his rise in popularity, how he’s finally getting all those long hours spent training back in full—but somehow, you feel it would just sound petty coming from you. And so, you don’t bother.

He’s got other people in his life cheering him on now—he doesn’t need a measly text from his ex. No, it's better to leave it be, is what you think.

Which is why it’s surprising when you get the dinner invitation. 

And following the initial surprise, you don’t really know what to expect of it either. But you end up accepting—some part out of curiosity, wondering what he might want after all this time, and another part hopeful it was to finally address the awful break up so that the both of you could move on without it hanging heavy over your heads and hearts.

This, however, was the last thing you had in mind when sitting down with him for the first time in a long time.

“Will you marry me?”

Your whole body flares up with something reminiscent of the feeling when you trip and fall—that type of split burn that rushes through you from head to toe and then leaves you feeling cold all over. Heart in your throat, you’re speechless.

Or no, you just don’t know where to begin.

“What are you doing?” you end up accusing—a little too harshly, maybe, but who could blame you? Looking around, you’re glad your table’s in a more private sector of the restaurant before you look back at him, eyes wide and brows knit. 

“I–we broke up a year ago and haven’t seen each other since—and you’re—” Your eyes fall back to the thing in his hands. It’s an outrageous ring. “Asking me to marry you?”

He makes no move to withdraw the offer—keeping his hands where they are, on your side of the table. “You said yes to the dinner. That must mean something. I thought—”

“Yeah. It means that I still worry about you,” you say. “It doesn't mean–”

“I fought my way up. I’m finally at the top,” he cuts you off in earnest. “I’m the best, and the world finally knows it now–”

“I don't care about any of that,” you state, feeling it should have been something you told him from the very beginning. “I'm sorry. But I never cared about you being the best. I just wanted…”

You just wanted the two of you to be like other couples—together and happy. You just wanted that to be enough, but it never was for him.

“Never mind…” you end up saying. “I think I should go.”

You’re about to get up when his hand, suddenly around your wrist, tightens in a harsh grip.

“I don't think you understand,” he utters, voice lowered with a hint of a growl. “It’s either this ring or I bury you in rumors that won’t leave you a moment’s worth of peace.” 

You go stiff while looking back at him.

Did he just… did he just threaten you?

You blink. He's got that same warped expression you remember from the last time you saw him, that very odd look as if the guy you know has been switched out with someone entirely different.

Only this time, it just as quickly disappears, and he lets go of your wrist, quickly pulling his hand to himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that–I’m just—” he apologizes with a stutter, looking startled.

He puts his face in his hands. Then there's a sound—close to a sob.

“I’m just a mess without you.”

Goosebumps rise on the surface of your skin when hearing it. And swallowing thickly, you sit back down again, albeit a bit begrudgingly. But spotting how he trembles, you just can’t stop feeling sorry for him.

You sigh. “No, you’re not. You just…” Reaching across the table, you stroke his arm. “You just lose your head a little sometimes, that’s all.” 

He peaks up from his hands. A sheen under his eyes reflects the ceiling light, and your heart twists in your chest.

He really is a mess.

“But I know you…” you try smiling. “You were always destined for greatness.”

He takes your offered hand in his, stroking it, then sniffs, voice fluttering weakly, “Yeah, well…”

He keeps his head low, resting it in his other hand as if he just couldn't muster the strength to sit straight or even attempt to pull himself together.

“If I'm so great, why wouldn’t you stay?”

He sounds as if he’s been holding things back for the entirety of the year since you left. Broken now... it's all spilling out.

“Because," you start, even though your throat’s tight and you’re fighting back tears of your own, your mind hasn’t changed.

You didn’t come here to get back together. 

"You want to go places, I just can’t follow.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Enji ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins ♡ CSM – Aki ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi, Rin, Sae, Yukimiya, Karasu, Shido ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Sanemi ♡ WB – Sakura, Suo, Kaji

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[bitin-and-barkin]

STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up

[sleepysundial]

very very dumb and silly ms paint doodles of drunk merc headcanons teehee

devastatingly left out pyro because i do not know how to characterise them 🙏sorry pyro lovers update: there is pyro now :)

[the-sketches-lair]

I can't help, but wonder...