#sunbeam cookie

[sammywolfgirl]

I have many thoughts about these guys

[smallest-sunbeam]

Cookie Monster and indoor play area moodboard for @yellow-jellybean! 💙

[actlikeyouvebeenthere]

HELLO BLASEBALL FANS OF TUMBLR :::

for this month only i WILL draw your blorbo an icon for 1 $10 blaseball cares gift card!!!!!

i will NOT draw your blorbo if they are very very detailed or a big robot or something.

so if you want a cool icon of your blorbo for pride month do consider. if not i would appreciate a bump.

I WILL ALSO DO FAN CHARACTERS!!!!!! ok that’s all bye :3

(dm me about it please :-))

[minminyoonjii]

Tea Party

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Wholesome|Hurt/Comfort|Anxiety Attack|Brief Dissociation|Semi Regression|Feeling Numb|Coaxing Out Of Dissociation 💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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"Hhgh," you whined, stretching your sore limbs from a well-rested sleep. You sat up, rubbing your eyes awake before blindly patting around to get your phone. The bright light made you squint, "Ugh," you groaned, waiting for the auto brightness to adjust. There were a few hours before lunch but you already felt energized enough to do something. "There must be something I can do," you mumbled, pondering for a second when you realized your beloved plush wasn't in bed. 

You instantly looked around, only to see it lying face down on the floor. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you picked it up, "I'm so sorry," you mumbled, burying your face into it. You sighed in relief, feeding the plush of your warmth. 'Want a tea party,' a thought deep within your subconscious whispered. "Yeah, that sounds fun," you whispered aloud, crawling off your bed to get everything set up. You pulled a box from under your bed and inside it was a kid's play set, just perfect for a little one like you. 

"This goes here," you mumbled, arranging the chairs and table to your heart's desire. Soon the tea party was about to begin, but something was missing. You furrowed your eyebrows, checking off everything you needed, 'Guests? checked,' all your toys are in place. 'Food? checked,' there are cookies on the table. 'Tea? Oh!' That's right you were missing the tea. It can't be a tea party without tea now can it? You got up from the table, holding the teapot to fill it with water, "I have to be quick," you whispered, making your way to the kitchen. 

You didn't bother to lift your head, prioritizing your quiet feet instead. To say the least, you got scared when you bumped into someone. "Oh, sunbeam. What are you doing this early?" Felix asked, ruffling your bed hair. You straightened up, clearing your throat, "Water. I just wanted water," you said, hoping he wouldn't pick up on your nervousness. "In that?" Felix questioned, noticing the teapot in your hand. You nodded, "Yeah, yeah. In this," you said, pressing it against the water filter to fill it up. 

Felix hummed, "You're not hiding a tea party from me right? Because I'd love to join," he said, drinking his morning coffee. You bit down on your tongue, holding yourself back from spontaneously saying yes, "Would you actually?" you asked offhandedly, just in case he was jesting. Felix nodded, "Of course, I would sunbeam. Wouldn't miss it for the world," he reassured, remaining eye contact with you. "Fine, but you can't be too loud, this is a quiet tea party," you mumbled, walking back to your room. 

"Wow, you did a great job, sunbeam," he said, sitting next to your plush toys as you sat across from him. You began pouring 'tea' into every single cup, "The tea party can begin," you whispered, proud of your work. Felix chuckled, moving his hand behind one of your plushies, "Mm, this tea is just right," he said in a high-pitched voice. You smiled, "Try the cookies too," you said, handing the plush some cookies. Felix tilted the plush's head down, "Yummy, that was delicious," he said, making you burst out into giggles.

You felt yourself sink into that familiar headspace, pleased by the company of your plush toys and members. Felix noticed the glint in your eyes changed, "Are you feeling alright, sunbeam?" he asked, holding up his teacup so you wouldn't be startled by his question. "Ahm, is alright," you whispered, swaying yourself with a cookie in hand. Felix chuckled, reaching behind another plush, "Well I have to say, this tea party is the most fun I've had," he said, using his deeper voice. 

"That's good," you replied, feeling your heart swell in pride. Felix cooed, secretly snapping a few pictures of your blissful state. All was good until you perked up at the sound of someone closing the door outside. Your smile dropped as your heart sank. You sat the teacup down, eyes wavering to think of what to do next. 'Should I keep everything?' 'Should I stop?' 'Is it safe to play a little longer?' you thought, trying to make a quick decision but it only resulted in your breathing picking up in a panic.

Felix's eyes widened, "Hey, hey. Look at me, sunbeam. How many things can you see, hm?" he asked, cautious of touching you. "Too many," you whispered, seeing too many things. Felix winced at his mistake, "Why don't you list at least five of those things for me?" he asked, specifying the question. You furrowed your eyebrows, “A teacup, cookies, my hands, the teacup dish and the plushies," you said, feeling your heart rate slow down. "That's right. Good job, sunbeam," he praised, gently patting your head.

You exhaled deeply, frowning as the numbness crept up your skin. Felix noticed but he didn't know what to do next. You felt yourself zoning out, staring blankly at the teacup in front of you. Felix wanted to help but honestly, it was making him spiral, "I'm going to go get someone okay, sunbeam?" he said, getting up. You nodded, dipping your finger into the chilling water. Felix huffed, dragging Minho in without an explanation. Just as Minho was about to retort, Felix turned his attention towards you.

Minho eyed your movement for a bit before knowing what was wrong. He didn't say a word, only gesturing for Felix to sit back down. Minho sat next to you, holding a teacup of his own behind clinking it with yours. You furrowed your eyebrows at the disturbance but wavered when you noticed Minho next to you. He smiled, gradually initiating movements from you, either by pouring you another cup of tea or making you take a bit of the cookies. Minho slowly eased you out of that dissociative episode.

You soon found yourself consciously doing this again, shivering as the chill numbness wore off. Felix smiled, glad that you're back to playing and interacting again. Minho chuckled, grabbing his own Leebit to join the tea party as well. Felix eventually sent the photos to the members and it didn't take long for his phone to buzz with notifications. He chuckled, teasing the members for being out of the house. Minho pinched Felix's ear lobe, "Stop that before they rush back home and break down the door," he whispered with you being none the wiser. 

[nobodyfamousposts]

Hey I love your work. This idea keeps popping up in my head involving your doll au. I know in your posts for this au marinette still become guardian and let's say a situation causes a scene similar to the beginning of gang of secrets. Girl squad comes over, confess her secret, starts to look through her room. But instead of almost finding the box, they find Chatton drawing behind a pillow. I imagine 5 one-shots of the each girl babysitting him. Or did I just create the origin of reluctant dark l

Chaton was having a good day!

He got to rest in Mister Sunbeam. But he wasn't sleepy. Instead he was working! He was being artsy, just like Mama!

Chaton had a big piece of paper and his own cray-eons to draw with! And he was drawing all sorts of things!

He was drawing Mama! And Mama as a hero! The best hero! Spotty Mama with a cape and staff!

And he was drawing Pinkling and Greenie and Grand Pa Fu! And the Box! And the Friends Inside!

And Untie! And cookies! And kitties!

Hmm….he was running out of space on the paper.

But he had more paper to draw even more things on! Yay!

He thought it over and was debating whether to draw an alien or a unicorn.

…..he couldn't make up his mind, so he decided to do both and draw a space unicorn!

And he delivers rainbows and smiles!

And he shoots marshmallows with his laser!

Chaton got really into his drawing that he stopped paying attention to the sounds of the bakery below.

Even when those sounds started getting louder.

Alya, for her part, wasn't having that good of a day. But it was going to improve now that she had a plan to talk to her best friend. And she was going to ge some answers, mark her words!

"Okay, we'll talk to Marinette and get her to tell us the truth so we can help her!" Alya explained the plan with the other girls in tow.

Alix frowned, uncertain. "Maybe we should let her talk to us in her own time?"

Alya rolled her eyes. "I am not going to stand by when my girl is hiding secrets!"

And not wasting any time, she shoved open the door to Marinette's room.

"Marinette! We've come for the truth!" She announced.

Silence.

Nothing but silence and an empty room.

Empty and silent.

Except for the sounds of scratching on paper.

And Marinette's Chat Noir doll in the middle of her room. Whom was clearly the one drawing on the paper. And looking quite happy with himself.

The girls stared.

Chaton finally took notice of the intrusion and turned to the ones responsible.

They gaped at him.

Chaton stared back, a bit surprised. People? Who were these people? Why were they there? What were they doing there?

Then he realized that there WERE people there and remembered that he was supposed to not be caughted.

Chaton flopped back onto the ground, pretending to be a regular toy and hoping they didn't see him.

Alya stared in disbelief.

"No, don't try pretending now. We saw you." She told him.

No, they didn't. Chaton insisted.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Give arrancar a cookie AU, Uloquirra is a favourite because boy is helpful, quiet, and stays out the way via being a bat. Just hanging around, not making trouble for his mother. Sure he has emo tendencies but all teenagers go through that don't they? Stark is a favourite because he is a sleepy baby who causes absolutely no problems for his mother like ever. Just find him a good nap spot or a sunbeam and Ichigo can rest easy. Nel is a favourite because she's Nel and thus precious, adorable, and just an absolute sweetheart. Kisuke's favourites are all gremlins. Though both Kisuke and his troublemakers are jealous of mama's favourites for the attentions and headpats they regularly receive. I can also see Ichigo putting them in a kido barrier timeout and all the arrancar doing that meme...you know that one, "we cannot escape, we cannot get out,..... Mama!"

Ichigo totally had Kisuke make him a kido barrier time out space and Kisuke did it with absolute glee. Right up until the first time Ichigo punted Kisuke into it along with the naughty arrancar for being "a bad influence, you fuck".

[dadmareau]

awww sunbeam deserves a cookie, he’s so adorable :]

[berrybanana-arts]

“I would give you every hope back, do you know that? If I could, I’d fix us both a table for tea and we could sit under a sunbeam. And I’ll read you poetry and you could tell me- I do not chase happy, it chases me. I’ll feed you half of every cookie. Divide up life like- one for you and one for me.”- @inkskinned

Not one hundred percent happy with this one but I’m done with it for now :)

I hope you enjoy <3

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Fanfic snippet - "How exactly do you work?"

Sun. Warm. Summer. He dreamed about this all his life. Maybe he could use some flowers and meadows… or a beach! He hoped that in Heticia, wherever it is, they will have a beach. He would love to just lay there, just like now, on a towel, with food, for a relaxing nap. The deck was hard and a sand was soft. Maybe…

“I have a question”.

Olaf opened his eyes. He might have drifted too far with his thoughts.

Hans was now towering over him, staring way too closely. Sunbeams were reflecting on his hair. It kinda looked like if his head was on fire.

“Oh. Yes?” Olaf wasn’t quite sure if he should get up and run to his queens. Or Kristoff. Or maybe Sven. But Hans didn’t seem to be threatening him. Alright, he had a little knife on his belt, but the snowman knew he couldn’t be hurt by it. He hoped Hans knew it, too.

“How exactly do you work?” Hans was still staring.

“Do you mean…?”

“You eat cookies, lay in a direct sunlight and yesterday I saw my deckhands throwing your head like a ball while you laugh. I understand you are magical but I would really like to know some more”.

“Oh.” None of those things Olaf considered weird. In fact, he thought about them as as obvious as the fact that the sky is blue. “I mean… you eat, too”.

“Yes, but my head doesn’t come off from my shoulders and if it would, I would be really displeased. And I have a stomach.” He patted his belly. “I need food so I can digest it and have energy for… well, living. If I won’t eat, I die. Can you starve to death? Can you die at all?”

That conversation became really grim really fast. Hans picked up on it too and thought that maybe he started off a wrong foot.

“Aye, once again.” He crouched in front of the snowman. “I don’t want you to get me wrong. I just want to know, so we don’t accidentally hurt you. Yesterday, when Rurik bumped into you and you broke down into three parts, he almost cried, because he was scared he’s just killed you.”

(…)

“He doesn’t need to be afraid, I don’t have anything that can be easily damaged. See?” He grabbed his own head with twig arms and lifted it up.

Hans’ eyes squinted a little.

“Great. And you can’t melt, I presume?”

“I can, but it would take a lot of effort! Elsa took care of it ages ago! Exactly when you… well. She gave me my protective cloud, then.”

The captain took this answer at face value, but also kept investigating.

“And the cookies?”

“Would you like one?”

“No, thank you. If you don’t have anything inside, except for snow, how do you eat?”

“I… don’t know. I just eat.”

“And what’s even more important – do you eat, because you need to, or just for a company? I ask for Egg, he doesn’t know if he should take you into account for our cook.”

“I don’t know.” Olaf shrugged. “I just… when Anna and Elsa eat, I eat too and I like to eat, so…”

Hans finally gave up, acknowledging that the snowman doesn’t even know conditions for his own existence.

“Great. So we will find out once our food stock runs dry.”

I am just starting with Olaf, so I practically drew him while constantly looking on reference pictures.

And I refuse to draw a background, I absolutely can't figure out the perspective.

[raccoonfallsharder]

Hi!! I adore your blog and everything you write, cause it's so wholesome and giving comfort!! I was wondering about your take on this kind of trope between Rocket and the reader (because I can't see anything similar on the internet and I'm biting my walls). But I was thinking about friendly convo with Rocket as a semi new crew member, who's young and maybe more outgoing. Still sarcastic and brave, yet empathetic. And they started to get along, eventually became friends. In my mind it was a late night vibe, maybe something like talking about trauma or just simply comforting. I'm a sucker for anything involving petting him so (👀). Maybe they have something in common, maybe something happened. But some friendly fluff never hurts. I'd love to see your take on this scenario!! I just love your work I'm hoping to see something like that ksjdksjx 🤍🤍

wholesome? are we looking at the same blog lol

dear little sugar cookie sunbeam. you're so sweet and i'm so grateful for this kindness, truly. thank you for your sweet words! i’m so sorry it’s taken so long for me to get around to this. between you and @whitedragoncoranth (who always so kindly sends me adorable raccoon-related videos and little fictions) the two of you have been spinning lovely little thoughts in my head. so this is for the both of you ♡

like, imagine that pete wakes up in the middle of the sleep-shift. there’s something happening in the benetar’s ventilation system, and it doesn’t sound good. a strange sort of pitchy rattle, like something’s come loose. normally pete wouldn’t be the one to notice something like that — rocket’s sensitive hearing would pick up any deviation in the benetar’s normal low murmur long before pete’s “inferior baldbody ears.” but here it is — far too late in the so-called night — and star-lord has noticed something wrong with the ship. and not just any part of the ship — one of the parts most integral to survival in the inhospitable void of space.

so he rises, half-frantic, and goes to find the benetar’s genius creator and resident mechanic.

"goddammit," you mutter, scowling down at the carton of milky-fizz in your hand. normally, you'd be staring out at the stars as they spiraled past: gorgeous glimmering clouds of glitter-dust and refracted light, swirls of color and soft-edged flakes of illumination, haloes and radiant pinpoints — all bright and pulsing against the black jeweler's velvet of an endless sky. tonight, though, you're just pissed, and not even the shimmering specks of a thousand distant suns can ease the cringing ripple of shame prickling up the base of your spine and between your shoulderblades. you hunch your back, trying to shiver it right off your skin.

"hey, kid. what the hell are you doin' out here?"

you pause, shoulders still high under your ears — but when you breathe out, some of your tension goes with it. rocket's an ornery bastard, but he's also your best friend here on the benetar, and if anyone can make you feel better, it's probably him.

not that it had always been that way. your friendship is more or less a recent development. you wouldn’t call yourself new to the crew anymore, but you're definitely the freshest of the guardians family. you'd run into them when they'd stopped back on knowhere after defeating some kind of — god? planet? — and the pilot had clearly not been a fan of further expanding their little crew beyond the recent addition of mantis and, to a lesser extent, kraglin and nebula.

why d'you wanna even do this? he'd sneered. it ain't all fame and fortune.

you'd snorted. fame and fortune? at best, it had seemed the so-called guardians of the galaxy had only earned the suspicious and sometimes-entertained watchfulness of any given band of locals — as if they'd been some troublesome trickster-folkheroes brought to life.

plus, this stupid galaxy's always needing to be saved, rocket had snarked, half-resentfully.

you'd grinned and shrugged. as a matter of fact, i'm here for the job security, you'd only replied, and it had tugged a startled smirk into the corner of his mouth.

"you all right?" he asks now, nearly thirty cycles later.

you sigh. "oh, you know." you wave your carton at the stars behind the armored glass.

rocket snorts. "yeah, i do know," he drawls, one brow winging up. you're not looking at him, so you can't see it — but you can hear it in his voice. "i know exactly what you're doing."

it's your turn to raise an eyebrow. "what am i doing?" you take a swig of your milky-fizz, but rocket doesn't miss a beat.

"beating yourself up for stupid shit."

"ahhhh," you breathe softly into the chill, recycled air. "you would know, then."

"i would," he agrees. "now, c'mon." his hand reaches out and shoves gently at your hip. "you can whine about it while we eat some zargnuts."

you can't help but laugh. after you'd first come aboard, it had only taken a few rotations for the two of you to begin gravitating toward each other. if asked, rocket would have muttered he’d just given you a shot because you’d been the only one who groot seemed to tolerate: mature enough to hold your own with the other guardians, but young enough that rocket's adolescent son somehow — miraculously — hadn’t despised you. luckily for rocket, he'd also quickly learned that you'd been willing to engage in the stupid multi-front prank-wars that he’d had going with almost every other member of the crew. hell, that thing with the frickin’ zargnuts had been your idea — he’d just come up with the tech. the two of you had crept into food storage one rotation, and you’d emptied every bag into jars, then passed each one to rocket. he’d puffed them with air and neatly closed them with the heat-resealing gun he’d crafted as soon as you’d made the suggestion.

drax had been sulky for cycles, and you'd stayed strong, not 'fessing up until mantis had burst into tears after opening her fifteenth empty bag.

still, the majority of the jars of zargnuts are currently residing in the corner of rocket's bunk.

you follow him across the catwalks and down the hatch, passing arched armored-glass windows separating the two of you from the cold void of space. outside the benetar, the galaxy is lit up with spilt-glitter-stars and moons like twinkle-lights. inside, guages and buttons pin the shadows like velvet stage-curtains to the wall, and security orbs stitch them to the edge of the grated floors. most of the other guardians are in bed already, and the narrow corridors are quiet, with only the low hum of the benetar's life support systems echoing a low lullaby. rocket leaps up to tap the sensor that slides open his bunk door, and you throw yourself easily into the pile of cushions in the corner under his hammock. he's one of the lucky bastards with a starboard-side porthole in his bunk, which means the whole little room is softly aglow with the dim blue and mauve haze of stardust. he taps a plasma orb, adding a sheen of gold to the edges of the shadows so that he can dig through his locker more easily, producing a giant, half-eaten jar of zargnuts and sliding it across the thin, faded rug toward you.

"dig in," he orders, and you do — unscrewing the lid and reaching in to pull out a couple of the bite-sized snacks. "you wanna tell me what's got you all knotted up?" he adds casually, tapping the datapad he's got docked on his workbench. some song he's cloned from pete's zune drifts out, melancholy and mellow, across darkness.

"is that california dreamin'?" you ask incredulously.

he listens for a beat, till the chorus hits. "sounds like it," he replies with a shrug, "but you're not gettin' outta answering me, kid."

you sigh and take another sip of your milky-fizz . it goes surprisingly well with the zargnuts. "i almost got pete killed today."

rocket snorts. "what?"

"when that symbiote attacked him, i should've switched over to the disresonator blaster you made, and instead i just sh-shot at it with the rotary cannon and i almost—"

"kid," rocket interrupts, sounding exasperated. "you been in how many fights like this? m'not talking about threatening some jerk with your quadblaster, i mean actually fighting a dozen corrupted klyntar, or some high-powered alien despot, or whatever."

"i dunno," you say dismally. "however many there've been since i started with you guys."

"and this is your first mistake," he reminds you. "and it wasn't even that stupid."

you roll your eyes. "thanks ever so."

"seriously," he says, grabbing another handful of zargnuts. "you know, our second fight was because drax decided to call up the kree accuser we were running from and give 'im our coordinates."

you pause with your milky-fizz halfway to your mouth. "what?"

rocket snickers. "and that jackass is like, old enough to be your dad. at least. he's supposably been fighting way longer." he pauses. "though he did get caught and thrown in the kyln so maybe he was always an idiot about it. what i'm saying is, you don't gotta beat yourself up for doing one stupid thing."

you look at him solemnly, taking in the way the plasma orb gilds the strands of gunmetal and brass in his fur, and the halo of mint-green and rose and purple as you drift past a rainbow-hued nebula.

"what about you?" you ask. the quiet shadows pool around the two of you, cool and just heavy enough to press any anxiety out of your lungs. that's how it always is on these nights with rocket, you think. usually the two of you are on the flightdeck, drinking some of drax's kylosian coffee while rocket flies till you fall asleep — but sometimes you hole up in his bunk or yours, listening to music and telling stories and cracking jokes until one or both of you passed out.

"what about me?"

you wrap the shadows and the starlight around yourself and finish off the milky fizz, setting the plastic carton carefully to one side. "you beat yourself up all the time."

he sighs. "that's different."

"howso?" you challenge, but he slants you a look that glints like red spinels and rubies in the stray starlight, and you know you're not gonna get an answer. you hum a faintly disgruntled, half-playful note. "you know what would make me feel better?"

"no."

you grin, and reach out toward him with both hands, palm-down, rubbing your fingers and thumbs together.

"absolutely frickin' not."

"please?"

"you're annoying."

your fingers don't stop. "you don't have to pretend like you don't like it," you tease him. "i had a friend back on terra—"

he snorts. "you had a friend?"

you pout. "don't be a jackass." you flex your fingers in a grabby motion. "i had a friend on terra and she use to tell me — you know, you are allowed to let yourself enjoy nice things."

he snorts. "oh yeah? and what’d you say to that?"

your grin splits wide. "probably the same thing you’re gonna say to me," you admit with a dip of your head. another gold galaxy swirls slowly past, limning everything: platinum and bronze and sunset edges, melting against the dark violet-blue.

he wings one brow upward. "what’s that?"

you can’t stop the chuckle riding under your ribs. "sounds fake, but okay."

he snickers. "well, you're not wrong."

"c'mon," you wheedle, not letting him out of it that easily. you flex your fingers again, and rub the tips together like you're testing the velvet quality of the shadows, or the fading strains of california dreamin' as they melt into time after time. "please? for me, rocket?"

he raises his brow again, rolling his eyes. they're deep amethysts in the darkness, but every time he moves them, they throw back glimmers of almandine and garnet.

"sounds fake," he mocks, "but okay." he slides across the cushions. "and watch the tail this time. don't need your frickin' elbow leaning on it again."

you fake-scowl. "that was one time," you sulk, winding your arms around him and pulling him in close so you can burrow your fingers into the thick velvet pile of his ears. he immediately cocks his head like he's been secretly waiting for it all night, leaning into the little massage at the base of the twitching appendages. his head his heavy and weighted against your hands, alternating side to side as he tries to push into the pressure of your touch. you'd never point it out to him, of course; he'd stop immediately, you're sure. and you weren't lying — it does make you feel better. millennia of evolution have contributed to this one perfect element of the terran human condition, you suppose: the release of endorphins whenever you get a cuddly animal's fur under your fingertips and palms.

you ease your hands down, stroking long lines over the back of his head, burying your fingers in the fur at the base of his skull and around his shoulders, weaving them into his lush, soft undercoat. it becomes mindless, meditative: his fur gleaming thread by soft thread in the starlight, the hypnotic lullaby of the moons and suns and planets rolling by like round, loose beryls and pearls, the sparkling haze of cosmic dust spilling past the porthole. the music shifting through the dark shadows and puddling in the little pools of light, weaving in between each strand of rocket's fur and the soft valleys between your fingers: fleetwood mac and bowie and kate bush and joy division, all layered into the darkness and the sprinkle of lights — the spray of glitter, the haloed glow; the quiet of your breath and rocket's; the pulse of your shared heartbeats; the sleepy tug of your eyelids. the knowledge that he knows you well enough to recognize when you're ragged at the edges, and the eagerness to help patch you up with zargnuts and music and stories about drax; the knowledge that you'd do the same no matter what. the warmth of him under your hands, his body going relaxed and heavy under your arms, the soft brush of his fur under your chin.

the knowledge that in all of the wide universe, you always have a home with each other.

something rumbles against your belly, where his chest is leaned up against you, and your hands stroke over his back. it's rare that he purrs, and usually brief: but this time he lets it happen, and it grows. the rapid, deep-rooted clicking, like a dark-velvet chirp that never ends, rolls up from his body and into your hands like a gift passed from him to you. it shivers out into the air, tumbling and rippling through the silk shadows, blending with the music, flickering against everything in the tiny room and echoing softly, rebounding, shimmering. you lose yourself in the pattern of it, matched to his inhalations and exhalations. matched to yours. you're drifting into it like an incoming tide, moonlit and starstruck, little waves that lap and tap against your heart and your brain until you begin to doze off while your fingers trace deep little forest-paths into his fur, taking and offering comfort as easily as breathing, as easily as the gentle thump of your hearts against each other. you lose time like that: lost in the sounds of him and the music, lost in the deep blue, the aubergine, the glimmering in and out. you don't so much as stir until there's a thump in the corridor, and then against the frame of the door—

you jolt awake, blinking blearily, and rocket's already torn himself out of your arms and off the cushions as the door slides open.

"what the fuck, quill? i coulda been — i dunno, doing something—"

"there's a problem with the vent system," pete rushes out, sounding nervous and frantic. "i don't know how long it's been going on but there's like a — a rattling, rumbling noise—"

"shut up," rocket snaps, one dark hand extended toward pete in a halting motion, and you freeze as the three of you go still and quiet.

the vents cycle on, hushed and gentle as a breeze in a field of wheat.

you wait.

"i don't frickin' hear anything," rocket growls.

"i don't—" pete starts, looking baffled and almost betrayed by the functioning ventilation system. "it was—"

"what'd it sound like?" you pipe up from the corner, and pete's brows furrow when they focus on you.

"like a kind of a... brrrrrrrrrh," he mimicks, rolling his tongue off the rough of his mouth in a guttural purr.

your eyes go wide, and then shoot over to rocket's. your friend's face is a picture in absolute horror.

"uh," you start, the corners of your mouth twitching as you try to hold back a sudden cackle.

"it's nothing, pete," rocket snaps. "you're imagining shit."

"but—"

"go back to bed!" rocket half-roars, and pete takes one last bewildered glance at the air vents before slinking out the door.

rocket slaps the sensor panel and whirls on you, one claw extended.

"not a fuckin' word," he snarls.

you say nothing. you only smile — eyes sparkling — and reach for him with both hands: palms down, fingertips rubbing against thumbs in a silent demand for more pets.

headcanons & imagines masterlist

[sammywolfgirl]

Okay so Stardust has been confirmed a super epic, so I’m gonna bring up a theory/headcanon I’m gonna use in my au

In the case of elementals, a super epic is just a legendary who hasn’t reached their full potential.

To use an oc as an example, Sunbeam would be a super epic while Sunlight is a legendary.

Stardust is a super epic and hasn’t reached his full potential yet, though frankly he’s going through some shit and figuring himself out, reaching his full power can wait and like valid man.

Sherbet is also in this bracket, he’s a super epic but has the potential to essentially become like frost queen in the future, like taking over her job if she retires or needs a second hand. Probably won’t happen for a while but again, the possibility is their.

Plus it means if in the future I’m feeling creative I can make legendary designs for those two which sounds fun.

Oh and this doesn’t apply to super epics who are just important people like oyster and clotted cream, sorry you’re just rich not demigods

[kitty-agere-fics]

Making Cookies

little!reader, cg!chan, cg!felix

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"Come on, Little Love, I know you're awake." Chan gently shakes you as you lay in bed, faking sleep. He gently pulls the blankets away from you, and you squeal softly.

"Daddy! You mean!" You pout and look up at him. Felix laughs softly from the doorway, getting your attention. "Mommy, Daddy be mean!"

"Good morning, Sunbeam," Felix comes over and kisses your forehead, "What did Daddy do that's so mean?"

"Daddy try an' steal my blankie!" You pout, holding the blanket tightly as Felix lifts you up, pulling you out of bed, and holds you close. 

"Well, Daddy had to wake you up, Sunbeam. How are we supposed to make cookies if you're asleep?" 

You gasp, excited, "We gonna make cookies today?" 

Felix laughs, "Yeah, Baby, we're gonna make cookies. But first you have to let Daddy help you get dressed. We can't have you baking in your pajamas now, can we?"

"Daddy! We have to hurry!" You reach for Chan so he can help you. "I wanna make cookies with Mommy!" 

Chan takes you from Felix, who quickly leaves the room to get everything set up for making cookies. "You wanna go make cookies? I didn't know that," he say playfully. 

"Uh-huh! Mommy and I bought a bunch of sprinkles too!"

"Well then, Little Love, let's get you ready to make cookies!" He goes to the dresser and grabs jeans and a t-shirt with your favorite character on it. He helps you get changed and then takes you out to the kitchen. He sets you down and you run over to Felix. 

"Mommy, it time to make cookies?" You ask, practically bouncing in excitement.

Felix laughs, "Yep. Go wash your hands, Sunbeam." While you go over to the sink, Felix looks at Chan. "I haven't seen them this hyper in a while."

"Me neither," Chan agrees, but he smiles, "They're very cute when they're excited." 

"True." Felix smiles as you come back over.

"Hands clean! Now what?" You tilt your head, looking at Felix. 

"Well, I already started some of it and-"

"You start without me?!" You exclaim, interrupting Felix.

"Yes, because the dough needs to be in the fridge for a while, so I did it last night. Can I explain now?"

"Oh. Okay!" Chan laughs softly.

"Thank you. So now we have to roll it out and cut the cookies."

"I help?" 

"Yeah, Sunbeam, you're helping. Come on," Felix guides you over to the counter and helps you roll out the dough before showing you how to use the cookie cutters. Chan is watching and taking pictures. 

"Okay, now we put sprinkles on the cookies." Felix hands you a jar of sprinkles and you decorate the cookies. 

"Done!"

"Good job, Sunbeam! Now I'm gonna put them in the oven." 

[bomberqueen17]

backsplash

ok so after they put the countertops in, it was time to tile the backsplash, and install the last cabinet, which rests on top of the counter in the corner.

"I don't remember what color tile we picked," I said.

Jim laughed, and got one of the tiles out, and laid it on the counter.

"Oh," I said, "right. Yeah."

[image description: a white tile. It's a white tile. Lying on the new white countertop.]

In my defense. It's a glossy white subway tile, but it matches the white in the countertop, and it also has a subtle undulating texture.

They covered the countertops with a dropcloth and taped-down thin cardboard (just like the taped-down cardboard they've covered the floor with since it was installed), brought in a tile saw, and set to work.

[image description: my in-progress kitchen, with a Ridgid brand tile saw set up on a plastic tray on the new counter in front of the bay window, and tools spread out across the rest of the counter. Max is laying out tile along the north wall, and the foreground is my stove, covered in a towel, being a surface for tools to lie on.]

Max found the center line of where the stove is going to be installed, and spaced the tiles based on that. I figured they'd start at one end and work over but no! They start from a center line and work out. The tile is going to the ceiling above the stove, so that was their center line, even though it's not anywhere near the middle of the wall.

[Image description: Max is bent over facing away, and has just placed the first tile in the center of a piece of trim mounted behind where the stove is going to go, after covering the whole wall in whatever the stuff is that you stick tiles to. Above him is the square of plywood that the stove fume hood is going to get mounted into.]

Meanwhile, Jim had retrieved the last remaining cupboard from the living room. It is meant to rest atop the countertop, over in the corner. The electrician had accidentally installed an outlet in that corner, and when he discovered his mistake, Jim suggested just leaving it there anyway and cutting a hole in the back of the cabinet to accomodate it. So I said sure, and now Jim was slightly moving the outlet to fit, and then sawing the hole out of the back of the cabinet. He got it all nicely lined up, and then he and Max went to lift the cabinet up onto the countertop and there wasn't clearance, so he had to uninstall the LED light fixture there. Which was fantastic, as now I know how they go in and how they come out, and he also showed me that there's a set of switches in there-- if I want, I can pull all six of them out and change their intensity and color temperature, because there are five total settings! Wild. Now I know!

Anyway he got the cabinet into position and attached it and installed the outlet, which was pretty cool.

[image description: The north wall of my kitchen. On the left, Max is tiling; in the center, there's a pyramid shape of the tiling in progress, where he's done a line all along the bottom where the stove will sit, and then has worked up from there. To the right, a sunbeam is coming in the bay window and illuminating the glorious warm-birch interior of the cupboard, which doesn't have doors on at the moment, and in its lower right corner it has an electrical outlet nestled in position just above the bottom drawer.]

I'm going to make a lil basket of some kind (possibly with a grid bottom for air flow? or maybe i'll just use a wire basket to begin with?) along which I'm going to clamp a bunch of Managed Cables with a variety of ends on them so I can throw Devices in there to be Charged, neatly and out of sight. Temperature management is going to be important though, lithium batteries get warm when they charge, so i'm going to have to give that some consideration. I wonder if I can construct some sort of heat sink. Well, I won't have too many things in there probably, so it won't be critical. Maybe I'll get a spare like, wire cookie cooling rack and have that be the surface the charging items lie on.

[Image description: A close shot along the north wall, showing the textured surface of the tiles. There are little plastic spacers at short intervals sticking out of them, and an outlet is sort of poking out of the wall with the faceplate off; tools lie on the cardboard-covered countertop, and in the center of the photo is the blue-gray side of the cabinet installed against the east wall.]

It suddenly has gone from a construction site to looking like a kitchen that like, tasteful, normal adult people would have.

[image description: a text message from Dude, to whom I'd been sending photos. Dude: it's starting to look like a regular person's kitchen me: It suuuuper is Dude: gonna have to find some way to get weird with it me: Well. Yeah.]

[lemondemonpickuplines]

you, yes YOU could become the next greatest LD pickup artist! that is, if you have a couple free minutes and are a fucking loser. just like me! submit your pickup lines today!

to jumpstart your beautiful and creative minds, I've made a list of songs that are yet to have a line under the cutoff. Remember, though, we're only Lemon Demon in name - you're also welcome to post about a Mouth song, a YouTube video, or anything else that speaks to you and that Neil Cicierega is a part of. GOOD LUCK!

Error

Bowling Alley

Wrong

Hazel's Modus Operandi

Idiot Control Now

Pepper and Salt

Holy Bison Beaks

Fire Motif

Elsewhere

Hydroelectric Viking

The Saga of You

Mr Wolfgang

Destructo

Fly Straight

Oz Explodes

Booja Jabooja

Chu Chu Rocket

Switzerland**

Birdhouse In Your Soul

Mold en Mono

What's In The Toaster

Sunbeam Light Show Flower Seed

Musical Chairs

Matches and Nails**

Relativity

Fancy Pants Manifesto

Go To Hollywood

Sick Puppy**

Almond

Bad Idea

Behold the FUTURE

Not Applicable

Roman Robot Statues

Run, Harry, Run

Take a Picture

There's a Robot in My Head

Dead Sea Monkeys

What Will Happen Will Happen

Subtle Oddities

Gonna Dig up Alec Guinness**

Smell Like a Cookie All Day

Eventuality

March of the Living Figments

Lollipops

Bicycle Race

Fuzzy

Bottom Line

Sky Blue Up

I Want to Wake Up

Stampy

Zero Gravity

Mothers All Over the World

Pirate in a Box

How To Poop

Neil.soul

Dinosaurchestra Part One

Archaeopteryx**

This Hyper World

The Too Much Song

Stick Stickly

Princess Unicorn Bunny Kitten Angel

Abraham Lincoln's Head

Funniest

Snakes On a Plane

Turkeys

Kaleidoskull

Gadzooks**

The Afternoon**

Nightmare Fuel

The Wiggles Hate Each Other In Real Life

You Got a Toothache

320x200

Strangelet

Today's Secret Word

While My Keytar Gently Weeps

Treasure Map

Creepy

Super Hey Ya

Prelude to Presents

Spiral of Ants

Geocities

Angelfire

Gravitron

Moon's Request

Cat Hacks

Kubrick and the Beast

WIERDNESS

Everybody Likes You

Christmas Dog

Clark Kent

Degrassi

eBaum's World Dot Com

Fly Away

Happiest Shit Ever

Sorry For the Text Posts

Experiments in VOPM

Happy Songs

Hydoelectric Viking Funeral

It's Gonna Get Weird

Illemonama Polkarama

Magic Dance

MyNewSong

Pokerap

Prince Ali

Robo

Vanilla

Wiry Song

Wolfden Radio

Yellowfish

Zip-up Rap

**the songs with asterisks may or may not already have lines. my blog is old enough now that I struggle to comb through the whole thing, and tagging isn't always perfect. don't worry about re-using a song, though; as long as it's not an egregious duplication of an existing post, you're alright.

also, I only post every few days, so forgive me if it takes a while to get to your submission. sometimes I don't post lines until months after they've been sent in, so if you've submitted and I haven't posted, it may just be lost in my ass-long queue. or i just don't think it's very good. but you have no way of knowing, do you.

[mysterysoulrider]

Ssoblr's ingame servers - Masterpost

Hii! I got lots of replies to my question as to which server everyone is on so I decided to create a post where it'll be very easy to see who are on the server that you're on.

If you want to be removed, added or have anything changed -> shoot me a message (alts (that you use) are welcome too!)

ps. make sure to click on my account to see the updated post as reblogs only show the post as it was at that certain moment.

Australia / New Zealand Fire Star - Cassandra Shadownight (@jorvegian-nights) - Lily Wolfstorm (jorvikpresident) - Toby Mistbrooke (@jorvikcity)

Sunbeam Palace - Luciana Nightweb (@hikolu) - Zelda Snowward (zzeldasnowward)

DenmarkLicorice Heaven - Vivian Toadhome (jorvikcity)

Finland Carrot Cove - Alexis Lowpeak (@horsegamerants)

France Blueberry Mountain - Lana Windriver (@graphi-horse-time)

Frozen Field - Athena Rockstorm (athena-of-jorvik)

Germany Autumn Star - Michelle Skydaughter (@lilakennedy)

Rainbow Galaxy - Montana Opalheart (@sso-montana)

Hungary Coconut Mountain - Dusty Beachbeach (@ouh-three)

Netherlands Dandelion Hill - Corinne Eaglebridge (@corinne-eaglebridge-sso)

Magnolia Island - Ylva Moonwell (@ylvaslooks)

Misty Mountain - Felicia Sapphiresong (@feliciasapphiresong) - Hayden Pinegoat (zzeldasnowward) - Liv Mysteryhome (mysterysoulrider)

Penguin Pond - Alice Friendside (@sso-alice)

Strawberry Meadow - Cadence Moonborn (@cryptid-deity)

North America Cherry Island - Adelaide Oldburg (@adelaideoldburg) - Susanne Proudleaf (@mufiy-valcuse)

Freezing Crater - Allison Nightstar (@sso-noodlelord) - Elsa Seadawn (@twracehorse) - Kit Farwild (jorvikcity) - Sasha Swifthurricane (sasha-swifthurricane)

Frost Valley - Brooke Tidegarden (@lisasprideflag) - Evangeline Eveninglove (@evangelineeveninglove) - Zelda Bowsmith (@jorvikzelda)

Maple Star - Carolina Strawberrystream (@strawberrystreamfields)

Night Sprinkles - Appolinariya Cometsky (@a-cometsky) - Avery Cuteman (@yasminewestbank) - Cadence Sparrowburg (@cadencesparrowburg) - Capri Mouseflower (@foryouthegays bf) - Emma Wolfheart (@emma-wolfheart) - Eva Masterbear (@valedale-rose) - Evelyn Northbank (@algirdasgiedraitis) - Grace Topazlion (@telemutt) - Lily Dolphinbook (@dumbhorsegameblog) - Lucy Flowerhill (@mistfallenjoyer) - Marie Silentfall (@foggy-milk) - Maya Sweetpoulos (mayasweetpoulos) - Sasha Shadowforce (sasha-swifthurricane) - Sam Papabear (mysterysoulrider) - Siri Greenhaven (@sirigreenhaven) - Susan Southhome (@socksonvideo) - Vera Lavagale (@zzeldasnowward) - Viktoria Ravenstorm (@foryouthegays) - Willow Crazytree (@can-of-pringles) - Zoey Pineheart (@everwindfields)

Poppy Moon - Esther Darkdragon (@esther-darkdragon) - Svea Darkdragon (@svea-darkdragon)

Stormy Pear - Blake Silvercrest (@starstablegeek) - Hannah Ponytree (@dinosaurvalley)

Poland Cookie Kingdom - Aurora Wisefall (@aurorahasanexistentialcrisis)

Sunbeam Meadow - Lana Shadowhouse (@najmiska)

Sweden Air star - Bella Highgirl (@bellassoblr)

Avocado Island - Jiao Catgirl (@djungelskogbear) - Kit Orangecat (mysterysoulrider) - Yasmine Westbank (yasminewestbank) - Zelda Axewatcher (jorvikzelda) - Zelda Snowcat (zzeldasnowward)

Marshmallow Clouds - Felicia Wolfpaw (feliciawolfpaw)

United Kingdom Candy Cove - Charlie Rainford (@charlierainfordsso)

Coconut Island - Clarisse Darkfire (barricade-moonriser) - Dakota Gloomsmith (barricade-moonriser) - Dalka Lightningwalker (barricade-moonriser)

Cupcake Valley - Daniella Bunnywood (@ro-sso) - Esther Northberg (@northberg)

Snowflake Island - Brooklyn Eveningsky (@brookevesky)

West Europe Spring Star - Adelaide Froglake (@froggistain)

[drsteggy]

Uneasy Lies the Chosen of Farore (revised)

Chapter 13 Song of Healing

“Link.” Her voice is soft and kind. “Impa thought this would be a better place to meet. Please make yourself comfortable.”

He doesn’t move for a long time. She pours some tea and takes a cookie. He looks at the cat, still sleeping in a sunbeam. Zelda takes her time, but she places the delicate empty tea cup down before he has made a move.

“Link. I want to help you, but I can’t if you cannot tell me what you need.” She leans to him, reaching a hand to his shoulder. “Please. Tell me what happened to you.”

He inhales deeply, bringing his left hand to his forehead, avoiding her eyes. “I. I died in that river temple, Your Maj—Zelda. I died faster than I could get a potion. If I had not caught that fairy…” He does not want to think about that too hard. It is so hard to hear it out loud, to say it.. It had been so very fast, one minute on his feet, doing battle, and the next actively dying, feeling his light go out.

He grinds to a stop, hands now gripping the cushion beneath him, his mind mired in the strike, the glass, the blood. He closes his eyes, counts several breaths, as tears well up despite him willing them to stop. He is going to tough this out alone.

Somewhere in the distance, he hears her get up, and feels a weight on the couch next to him. There are arms around him and she is whispering “It’s ok, Link, you’re ok, you’re safe now, you’re safe here. You’re here. You won.”

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