#they're so soft your honor

[stitchthesewords]

I voted Mumscarian but could I perhaps request some type of soft scarbo

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“And so now you just connected this line of redstone to this repeater and – voila!” Mumbo leaned back with his arms in the air as the redstone lamp lit up. “On/Off switch for your front porch from multiple spots on the tree, huh?”

Scar kissed his cheek and laughed a little. “This is lovely Mumbo, really, but I have….no idea how you did that,” he said. He could have laughed as Mumbo’s expression morphed into one of bewilderment. The taller man popped up from his knees and wandered over to one of the logic gates he built in order to get the to work. Scar could see him gearing up to explain the system again and he covered his mouth to hide the giggle, wandering over to wrap his arms around Mumbo’s shoulders.

“Well – so – if this latch in on but this one is off the system will still work – and then it wont interfere if you turn THAT latch on and then you just have to make sure they’re all off for the lamp to actually turn off. You know, I could probably build a reset button and exchange the levers for buttons and then you wouldn’t have to wander up and down the tree to make sure everything was off – oh…why didn’t I do that in the first place-“ Mumbo’s ramblings didn’t really come to a halt so much as Scar stopped listening, pulling him in close. He pressed a kiss to Mumbo’s mouth, the man still talking around him for a second before his brain caught up and he fell silent.

“It’s fine just the way it is Mumbo, I promise…” he said with a little laugh. “Besides – that light is to signal visitors are welcome! How often do you see me turning it off?”

“But what if you need to turn it off on a bad day and – you’ll have to go check 5 levers in a wheelchair – Oh…I really should’ve done the-“

Scar kissed him again to quiet him, leaning back onto the cane. “That’s why we put all of them right next to the wheelchair lift, remember?” He smiled fondly at the mustached man and kissed him again just for good measure. This one, Mumbo actually melted into, softening his shoulders, and leaning into Scar.

“Right…Right…you’re so smart, love,” Mumbo said softly, wrapping his arms around Scar’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder.

“It was your idea!” Scar exclaimed, laughing a little bit. He turned and kissed Mumbo on his nose, swaying both of them back and forth gently. Mumbo hummed in response and the two fell into pleasant silence.

[baerryjj]

Comfort <33

BE WHO YOU ARE FOR YOUR PRIDEEEE

[cebwrites]

touch headcanons (Law)

a/n: i'm in a little bit of a dry spell atm, but here's something soft of the boys i couldn't quite shake because personal writing usually helps with writing in general <3

oc x canon, they/he law word count: 1.1k

Kirin always knows which one of his partners is coming up behind him, aside from footsteps, because Reiji always holds him starting from the waist, moving to the front, and Law's hands always start from his neck and shoulders before slowly trailing down his back

That, and the height difference or different perfumes/body wash usually make it pretty easy to tell - smelling his own or one of the other's scents on the other partner does make his heart skip a little beat, though, he'd have to admit

Law and Reiji don't need to guess but they have grown accustomed to how Kirin greets them from the back - head first, either forehead against Law's shoulder or chin on the top of Reiji's head before he eventually buries his face into their napes, like he always does

Law isn't keen on physical affection at first, hiding their love away behind the confines of closed doors to not draw the attention of anyone willing to exploit that weak point or the eyes of teasing crew mates; now, while not near the level of idealistic romantism his partner gives out freely, Law is comfortable at least resting a hand on Kirin's lap during a meeting or dinner between crews without working themself into an internal tizzy over it

Kirin wasn't always as comfortable with open, almost nauseatingly saccharine public affection as he is in the present - he'd keep it chaste was small kisses on the backs of his partner's hands and pretend nothing of it, even though internally he was screaming; it takes him linking up with Reiji and the comfort of his casual affection, that Kirin learns to loosen up a bit and eventually turn into the flagrantly mushy love-bunny he is today

Reiji isn't as partial to huge romantic gestures, load declarations of "I love yous" like he'd hear in passing when in proximity of the Strawhats and their eccentric cook, but he isn't quite as shy or easy to fluster as their own sniper around pretty women; what he is, however, is self assured - his supporting hand on Kirin's back while helps Reiji stir the stew for the crew's dinner, that same hand cupping his cheek and thumb tears away in times of emotion vulnerability or get between Law and Rio's many petty squabbles

Reiji stands firm in all of this and his comfort reflects that - tender and kind, but not to be taken advantage of - overall though, he doesn't seem like he'd fall into a pile of woe if some arbitrary "kiss quota" for the day wasn't met, unlike his oh so dramatic childhood friend-turned-lover/captain

Kirin kisses his partners on the backs of their hands often like he used to but a lot more openly, supposed Casanova that he is, Law kisses him on the neck when they know they can get away with it, to hear the sweet whine in his sigh that follows, and Reiji keeps it somewhat classy with smooches on the cheek - though they rarely stay as just cheek kisses as the day continues, especially as his captain reciprocates

Sometimes Kirin pulls out the old hand kiss trick to be cute and attempt to weasel his way out of trouble - it doesn't always work, especially (surprisingly) with Reiji, and when it doesn't it typically ends with his face being grabbed by said hand while Kirin mumbles a muffled apology behind it

Occasionally, when the gravitational pull of a cozy cuddle pile has weakened everyone's defenses, Law will nuzzle their head into the crook of Reiji's neck or his cheek and Reiji gives them a little kiss on the top of head in return; Law finds it easier to be affection with Reiji when he's in either of his lupine forms, on two legs or four, for whatever reason - maybe it's the fact that all that soft fur reminds them of Bepo and Law's brain lets them soften up a bit with someone who isn't quite his partner, but someone important to the man who is entangled with Law like that all the same

Reiji has mentioned them every now and again, that they don't have to force themself into engaging like this if they don't really want to, but in earnest Law responds every time that if they didn't want to, they wouldn't - they're also rewarded with a smile, a little kiss on the cheek, and a touch that lingers every time

Frankly whenever they're reminded of how he can still feel Reiji's hand slide down their arm hours later, Law thinks that well, they're not exactly unromantic once a blue moon, either

Kirin absolutely leans into his lovers' touch whenever they take the time out of their day to help him with his hair - Reiji, practiced hands combing through it like he has almost every day for the past five years, talking in hushed tones with his captain at the end of the day or whispering his love for him in the morning as they rose for the day with the sun; Kirin's beloved sun - Recchan

And Law, although they've never showed any particularly large leaps or bounds of improvement since their first attempt three years ago at the beginning of their relationship, they tried their best and the motions seemed to bring some sense of comfort to them, a passing mention of how Law used to do this for their younger sister that Kirin never forgot about; and though they still caught the comb on tangles here and there or tied lopsided ponytails Kirin wouldn't trade this quite time basking in Law's focused cute expression in the mirror for the world

Kirin loves being touchy with his partners, almost shamelessly so, but there's little else that gives him as much joy as just laying in bed with them in just a pairs trousers with varying lengths so he can feel his skin against theirs

Kirin makes a habit of kissing every visible tattoo Law has out, and like this he can kiss even more of them, but he especially laying his head on their lap and kissing their happy trail so he can see all the kinds of cute expressions Law would otherwise try to hide - with Reiji, well he's just Kirin's personal teddy bear to love and cuddle, isn't he?

Bepo notwithstanding even as darling as he is, because Kirin doesn't hold that cute bear like he holds Recchan - no, the way he holds his angel is all too tender, all to loving, eyes full of adoration like no written love poem or painted illustration could ever describe, before he ruins it by blowing a raspberry on Reiji's tummy and getting chased off him, but worth it <3

[tthehair]

@takenamiss​ met steve under the mistletoe! Lips were pressed together mischievously as she took him by the hand and pulled him with her to where the mistletoe was. Doe browns gazed up at him as she shifted back and forth on the balls of her feet in anticipation. Before he could act on it, though, she tiptoed upwards and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a happy kiss.

she looked as excited as he felt once she discovered the secret sprig he had set out weeks prior, following her without much fuss. they stood face to face only briefly so steve could look her over, but before he could get in a compliment, she tugged him down into a kiss. one that he happily met, wrapping arms around her waist, lifting her just a bit while they kissed while letting the kiss linger, a smile pulling at his cheeks.

[unpersoniverse]

I saw a tweet that said Korra's only a softie around Asami and one thing led to another...

[lo-om]

Thinking about luna 1 polycule smooching.

[vampiresfromxenon]

I Wanted To

Astarion x gn! Reader/Tav

Almost 3.5k words 

Tags: Fluff, kisses, cuddling, angst, biting mention, no use of y/n, words of affection (so much sappiness), soft! Astarion, they’re in love your honor!! 

CW: Slight mentions of SA and trauma (extremely minor, incredibly light piece)

Summary: You and Astarion decide to start your relationship over once you both confess your feelings. It's a mutual decision to take things extremely slow, celebrating little victories of intimacy here and there. Tonight, you can't hide your words of affection as he becomes more comfortable and vulnerable around you.

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It’s been a few months traveling with this rowdy crew, and you can’t help but smile thinking about how much you love them all. Granted, they all piss you off on the daily, what from Shadowheart and Lae’zel attempting to kill each other, to Gale eating your favorite pair of enchanted gloves, but you can’t help yourself from smiling every time you think about how close you’ve all grown. One particular member in the party you have become very close with stands out a bit more than the rest, and thoughts about him are enough to make you unsettlingly giddy. 

For the longest time, you and the pale elf fought your feelings, too cold to warm up to each other. You both had a wicked past, something that tainted your current perceptions of love and romance. His may have been far more extreme than yours, but regardless of that fact, your feelings and emotions were still valid. For a short few weeks, you found yourselves being extra intimate, dismissing it all as stress relief and nothing more. Those little excursions were merely there as a form of self protection: He gained your trust and protection, and you felt less alone and vulnerable at night. Or, so you thought, until you noticed how distant he was, his eyes never meeting yours every time he sought to pleasure you. 

It wasn’t until recently that these barriers slowly began to be chipped away for the both of you, your infatuation not only becoming more real, but unfortunately, more terrifying. One night, you approached him, being brave and understanding if he had other thoughts about what you two could be. It was late, most of the camp either asleep or preparing for bed. You approached him, a soft hand on his shoulder, even though he was well aware you were there. What you were there for though, remained a mystery to him. He turned, smiling at you, taking your hand and kissing it affectionately. As your heart raced, you began a discussion with him, asking his thoughts and feelings about your ‘connection’ rather than just bombarding him with an overwhelming confession of love. 

He seemed stunned to say the least, unsure of what to say or how to feel. It was strange for him, his cold heart beating a little faster, feeling a little warmer at the sight of you in front of him, actually seeing him for him and not just another plaything. All these feelings were bubbling up inside him because, for the first time in a long time, someone not only asked him what he wanted in a romantic relationship, but they respected anything he said on that subject matter. In all his nervousness, he felt that he could be honest in his reciprocation to see how far you two could go, this time with real feelings. That was a few weeks ago, and all this time since has been magical. 

You haven’t intimately slept together since just before that night, instead establishing boundaries and focusing more on the non-sexual ways to be intimate, loving, and kind. He loves the way your hand brushes his, the way your fingers interlace with his as he moves in to hold your hand. You love the way his hand lands on your back, stretching to your hip to pull you closer to him, especially when meeting new people from town to town. While you still struggle with eye-contact in general, it feels easier around him, especially now since he has found himself to be more comfortable actually looking at you, taking in your appearance and being more present in your conversations. 

For many nights now, you’ve been cuddled up nicely in one or the other’s tent, fingers interlaced, hands gently wrapped around hips, legs occasionally intertwined. He still continues to feed on you, though he makes sure to gain your permission before bed each night. On the nights where you felt too tired, too drained mentally even, he would leave you be, hoping to keep you as comfortable as possible. Those nights were just as romantic, as you could feel his breath against your neck as he cuddles you tightly, his lips on your shoulder as he falls into the soft rhythm of sleep. 

Tonight didn’t start off any differently from any other night; you both gathered in his tent, doing your nightly routines as per usual (always before promptly passing out until the next morning hit you like a boulder). Most nights he would wear a nice, silky pajama set, one he purchased from an unreasonably expensive fashion designer in a small village. You didn’t have as luxurious of pajamas, but yours still covered most of your body, keeping you feeling safe and snuggled up each night.

Neither of you expected that this night would change everything.

He’s standing off to the side of your shared bedroll, changing into his pajamas while your back is turned to him, fiddling with the blanket you both share. You notice just how used this blanket is, and you realize that it might have been the only thing giving him comfort, the feeling of security over the past 200 or so years. Astarion was far from one to share, whether it was his feelings or his belongings, and it isn’t long before you have a second realization: you are possibly the only person to have ever slept with that blanket besides him. Your fingers gently roll the decaying fabric between your fingers, taking in all of his memories that have been exhausted on the threads. 

You hear him walking over and you drop your thoughts about the blanket, not wanting to pry into more of his distressing past. He kneels, picking up the blanket and sliding next to you, your bodies touching in an instant. Turning your attention away from the blanket, you look up to see your love is shirtless, moving around in the bedroll, trying to be more comfortable at your side. 

You know just how insecure he is about his scars from Cazador, that disgusting, vile, treacherous bitch, but it was so lovely to see him stepping out of his comfort zone. While you’re quick to notice this new change, he’s even quicker to notice your reaction. Diving back into his comfort charm, he smirks at you, loading a phrase to protect his vulnerable side.

“Like what you see, darling?” His eyes flutter to the side a bit, and you immediately notice his withdrawal from the conversation. With a calm and gentle hand, you caress his cheek, turning his attention back to you. 

“I always love what I see…” You smile, your eyes looking at him in such a way that your face beams with pride, though you try to find a balance between that and neutral so as to not overwhelm him. To see just how much he trusts you, is willing to open up to you and be vulnerable… Your heart can barely take it. In a quiet voice you’re sure to check in on him, wanting to make sure he feels secure in his choice. “Don’t feel you have to do this for me though, okay?” 

His hand reaches up to hold yours against his cold cheek, his stare suddenly becoming more present. “I wanted to.” His voice is low, his hand taking yours off his face as he leans in gently to kiss your palm. He kisses your forehead before moving to lie down, making himself comfortable in your small space. 

You sit there for a moment, considering your options. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable, but you want him to be aware that you feel the same sense of shared comfort. As he turns to the side, looking at a book he left on the ground earlier, you move to remove your shirt, tossing it off to the side. He moves the book away from you both so you don’t roll into it in the night. Turning back to face you, he pauses, taking in the sight of your bare chest. He looks up at you, tilting his head, nearly asking you the same question you just asked him.

Before he can say anything, you lean slightly closer to him, your voice a loud whisper. “I wanted to.” His eyes soften, and you can tell he’s flattered by this display of intimacy. You begin to crawl under the old blanket with him, and he pulls you close, his hand around your waist. The feel of his cold, soft skin against your bare back is enough to send shivers down your spine, and you realize that this must be so close to what heaven feels like. His free hand reaches up and caresses your jaw before tangling in your hair, gently playing with it as he knows it helps you fall asleep. 

Your hand rests on his bare chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat slowing down as he continues to relax in your care. You lie there for a while, trying to sleep, but something is keeping you awake. Perhaps it’s the looming threat that you could all die soon in brutally vicious ways, or the fact that you don’t want to waste a single second enjoying this time with your new lover. Suppose you’ll never truly know. 

Regardless of what is keeping you up on this night, you begin to feel a little restless, unable to lie there in that position for too much longer without your arms going numb. You sit up a little, leaning on the arm you’ve been lying on, trying to not wake your companion. However, his body shifts with you, and it appears that he is still just as awake as you are.

 “I didn't wake you, did I?” You whisper in a worried voice. 

“Not in the slightest, my dear. Unable to sleep tonight, as I am sure you understand.”

You sigh, still leaning over him slightly, his hand that was once on your waist now drawing circles on your shoulder blade, the hand in your hair now resting on your hip. You want to speak, but you find yourself getting lost in the way his face looks in the moonlight peeking through his tent flap. It frames his face so perfectly, almost as if this scene was sculpted by the Gods. He notices your sudden distance, and he is quick to check in on you. 

“Are you alright, love?” He asks, a tinge of concern in his voice, once again tilting his head like a confused puppy. 

“Sorry… Yes, yes. More than alright.” You reassure him, not breaking your focus. A beat; he attempts to determine what’s on your mind. Thinking he’s found it, he smirks. 

“Admiring how beautiful I am?”

“Yeah… Just looking at creases around your eyes…” You say in a loving tone, not even remotely aware of how backhanded the comment you just made sounds. 

He begins to shuffle, pushing you away, offended by your lack of sincerity. “Alright, there’s no need-” 

“No! Not like that.” You chuckle, snapping back into reality. You grab him, pulling him back to you, his head pressing back into the pillow below you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just-” You can’t stop yourself from laughing a little at the sight of your pouting partner underneath you. 

You notice just how unamused he is, and you abruptly stop laughing, clearing your throat and composing yourself in a more serious manner. Your hand reaches up and the pad of your thumb brushes against his crows feet, your mind falling back into your feelings of love and adoration for him. 

“The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh… The way your eyes sharpen when you’re glaring at me, like you are right now… The way they soften every time I walk in the room… I love those wrinkles, they’re such a beautiful part of you.” He relaxes again, taking in your words, though still unhappy at your mention of his wrinkles, making him feel old. Though, no matter how much he hates his aging characteristics being brought up, he will never turn away any form of flattery. 

“Well, augh. You really are sweet, aren’t you? But I’m sure you like more of me than just my dreaded wrinkles.” He was definitely fishing for compliments, that much was obvious, but he wasn’t aware of just how much you wanted to smother him in loving words. You lean forward and kiss his crows feet on both sides, surprising him. Smiling, your thumb traces over his eyebrows, taking in their shape and feel. 

“My eyebrows, really? Nothing else catching your eye?” He whines, his hands going back to resting on your shoulder blade and hip. He can feel your body shake as you laugh, your head falling forward towards his chest as you continue to giggle from his pouting. You bring your head back up, focusing on his face once more. 

“One thing at a time, dearest.” You pause, analyzing the shape of his eyebrows. Just how sharp they are, how often he uses them to his advantage when he is charming people. As you continue to gaze at them, he raises one of them, making your heart go crazy. 

“You’re so expressive. Your eyebrows are so perfectly shaped, the way you use them like a weapon… I know it’s silly, I know they’re just eyebrows, but they’re your eyebrows, and they mean so much to me.” You trail off, your face flushed with embarrassment as you realize just how overly sentimental your words are. He smiles at you, knowing just how hard you’re trying, and appreciating every second of it. You kiss his eyebrows before quickly moving on.

Your fingers trace along his face, noticing his mole. By now he’s exhausted, you’re three for three with things he’s sensitive about. “Darling, if this is your way of making me feel less upset about not being able to look in mirrors, I must say it’s starting to work.” His words deceive his face and body language, but you still try to abide by his wishes. 

Wanting to show your love, without spending too much time on it, you mention how much the mole under his eye suits him, how he would almost seem incomplete without a beauty spot. The usage of ‘beauty’ in ‘beauty spot’ convinced him to let it slide, but the ice you were dreamily skating on was wearing thin. Kissing his mole, you move on once again. 

The skin of his nose was soft as you trace the pad of your finger down the bridge of his nose. “Your nose… it’s so sharp. Don’t laugh, but one of my favorite feelings is when I wake up and your nose is either on my back or my neck. I can feel your breathing on my skin, your nose pressed against me while you sleep. It’s so calming, having any little part of you so close to me.” He looks at you a little confused, mostly due to the fact that you’re still here appreciating him. The things you’re saying, they’re so small and insignificant, yet you enunciate each word like it’s the most important thing you’ll ever say. Each word has a purpose, a meaning, and they fall out of your mouth effortlessly; something he still has yet to learn how to do. 

You kiss the tip of his nose, your fingers tracing down his face to his smile lines. Oh his smile lines. You just can’t help but adore his smile lines, no matter how much he absolutely hates them. He hates them because they age him, but you love them for all the same reason. To know he laughs, smiles, has any semblance of being happy is enough for you to be overjoyed at the sight of these lines that prove the existence that he has been able to enjoy life enough to have physical proof on his face.

“Don’t you dare.” He teases, though you wish he could bear with you for just a moment to explain your thoughts. Figuring you could do it another time, as tonight has already had enough excitement, you kiss his smile lines and spare him from your honeyed words. 

Last, but certainly not least: his lips. Your thumb traces over his lips which are closed together, gently pushing up just enough to where you wonder if he was trying to secretly kiss your thumb. As you continue to run your thumb over his lips, reminiscing on all the times your own experienced his, he takes you by surprise. 

Removing the hand from your hip, his thumb graces your lips, and you find yourself trying to inconspicuously kiss at it like he did to you just moments ago. You open your mouth to speak, but he uses his finger to silence you, gently shushing you. 

“My turn.” His voice is smooth and tender as his thumb continues to trace over your slightly parted lips. “Your lips… They have always been so soft and inviting.” He pauses, still staring at them.

“I must admit, I despised them at first.” A confused expression crosses your face just before he continues. “They would taunt me on a daily basis, the one thing I couldn’t have no matter how much charm I threw at you. When I was eventually graced with them, I loathed the way my name would be cried out from them, almost as if you were saying it like a prayer. It tore me apart, wanting something I wasn’t sure I actually wanted, or even felt like I deserved…” He trails off, though his gaze remains constant on you.

“How do they make you feel now?” You softly ask, just barely loud enough for even yourself to hear.

He thinks on this for a moment, searching for the proper word.

“Safe.” 

He leans up to you, cupping your cheek as he kisses you, the most delicate and loving kiss you two have ever shared. You both pull from the kiss, exercising restraint and respect for your pre-established boundaries. A hand resting on his chest, you encourage him to lie back on the pillow once more, which he does. You lean forward, kissing every part of his face that you mentioned, as well as a few spots just because you wanted to. Kissing his lips again, you pull apart just enough to whisper against his lips. 

“I admire everything about you. Every aspect of you is just so lovely… Thank you for being here, with me. I don’t ever want to leave your side.”

He smiles, his fangs poking out this time. His hand moves a strand of hair out of your face as he clears his throat. 

“And thank you for all the kisses.” He says, resuming his usual charm. You try to hide your slight disappointment, but you know he is trying his best and you can’t expect him to always meet you halfway, especially in this time of healing. 

“Always.” You whisper, lying down next to him as he wraps his arms around you, holding you closely. It’s late, and now that you have this feeling lifted off your chest, you find it easier to sleep. Your heart rate begins to slow, your breathing finding its usual pattern, your lover wrapped up tightly with you. 

When you’re on the edge of falling asleep, you feel his head tilting down towards yours, which is resting on his chest. His lips kiss the top of your head, his chin then resting on that same spot. A quiet voice breaks the air, unaware that it still has an audience.

“I love you.”

You freeze, unsure of whether or not you have actually fallen into a dream state, or if you just heard him correctly. In this state of grogginess, your body shifts as you attempt to determine the truth.

“Shit. Did you hear that?”

“Mhm.” You sleepily groan. He lets out a sigh of relief, thinking he’s talking to you in your sleep like he has before. Settling further into the bedroll, making himself more comfortable, he pulls you tighter, finally deciding to rest. 

“I love you too.” You break the silence, your voice more awake this time. His eyes flash open, his red irises laser focused on you. You can feel his heart pounding as you rest on his chest, and you lean over and kiss just above his heart.

“Safe.” Is all you can say before promptly passing out, your warm skin slowly heating up his own. He sits there for another moment, taking in the events of today. It was a lot, to say the least, but he felt comfortable and confident in his decisions, and that was almost truly a first for him. His hand finds its way back into your hair, stroking it as he begins to drift off to sleep, for the first time in a long time feeling comfortable, guarded, protected, safe. 

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Author’s Note:

He’s extremely OOC, I’m 95% sure lmao but I love making characters total softies, even if we don’t see that side of them in the media they’re from. (I'm still in the very beginning of Act 2 so I'm learning a lot about him through this site too)

I’ve never experienced love, I’m also sure that’s obvious- I’ve always wanted to do something like this with someone though (look at their face and kiss all my favorite spots). While I was writing this, I felt so awkward writing such sappy dialogue, but I realized that moments like these aren’t smooth and rehearsed; feelings get mushy and oftentimes people say dumb and dorky things because they’re just so in love. I hope it gets translated that way at least hahaha

My Spotify is fucked because I listen to specific songs on repeat whenever I write. I have probably about 4-5 hours of “Blue Moon” by Billie Holiday logged on there now because of all the time planning, writing, and thinking about this fic- I got this song from Neil’s Astarion playlist, it’s so sweet and loving :) 

Edit: So many people are saying he’s actually pretty in character so thank you for the validation because I was nervous 😭

[qcomicsy]

I'm so normal about them.

[ingravinoveritas]

Michael Sheen randomly crashing David Tennant’s television appearances.

[mercymaker]

ʟ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐍 & 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄 ⌝

❝ With the Shadow Curse finally lifted, the weight of a different duty quickly found its way on his shoulders once more. There was a welcome change in its timbre, however, for instead of fighting off loss and despair, endlessly looking for solutions to a hopeless problem, Halsin could now focus on rebuilding and nurturing the ravaged land. Throughout the years, he’d seen many faces; some seeking refuge, others hoping to witness the land flourish once more, and some looking to Thaniel’s realm as the new beacon of hope. As the decades passed by, so did friends from all corners of the Realms—sharing stories of adventuring, healing, or finding purpose after years of aimless wander. The druid would welcome them with open arms and ears, finding comfort in the warm hum of their evolving lives.

When he’d first heard a word of a drow woman seeking him in Reithwin, a cold wave ran down his spine, tugging at the line of memories he’d long kept buried. Yet, the worries melted like morning dew the moment he saw her. The years might have changed her, but his feelings remained the same, and this time, unlike all those moons ago in Rivington, Maleane could finally return them. ❞

[foxaoxarts]

BEE KISS TOMORR- *dead* /j

If anyone wants to watch me drawing this like a little victorian child then the timelapse is below the cut 🤣

(FLICKER WARNING. It's all through out so be careful!👍 )

[stitchthesewords]

19.. 👀

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"In my defense, I really wanted to," Etho said, leaning back in his chair.

"No defense for you! You gave Scar a commission! I thought you were my friend, I offered you a discount!" Bdubs shouted, stomping his foot. He stood in front of the desk of the other man inside the Civil Corps building.

"Scar offered me a whole new bunk set for the Corps building! For free!" Etho said, leaning forward. The mask hid his face but it was still plainly obvious how smug he was feeling.

Bdubs sputtered, tugging on his shirt and glaring a little bit. "I - I can't believe you! This! It's ridiculous!" He threw his hands into the air and then crossed his arms again

"Awwww, Dubs, you jealous?" Etho asked, tilting his head. "Scar snatch up all the commissions again this week?"

Bdubs stuck his tongue out. "Of course he did, he's Scar! They should really make a rule against that, How come he's allowed to snatch up a whole bunch and then sell them back to me an' Pearl for profit! It's not fair!" His entire body lurched around as he spoke, hands unwittingly leaving their place crossed on his chest to flail about as he talked. A fondness twinkled in Etho's eyes but he didn't make any move to stop Bdubs's rant, maybe grinning wider when his friend took the seat across from him.

"-And I don't trust that cat one bit Etho! I swear, Scar has it trained to steal stuff from me!" He said, collapsing into a heap in the chair behind him. Etho laughed a little, soft but bright, and messed with a wooden figurine the Builder gave him about a month ago.

"You know, Bdubs, False and Gem don't seem to have any trouble picking up Corps Contracts," he said.

Bdubs's face flashed red and he opened his mouth to argue that they weren't the same thing and that Etho was being awful but he saw another flash of smugness come across Etho's face and he huffed. "You know what! I'm gonna go work on my commissions. At least my workstation doesn't sass me after selling out!" He stood quickly with a deep breath and fixed Etho with a raspberry.

Etho laughed and waved him out. "I'll give you the next one!" he called as the builder left.

[fawnim]

t-they're my sillies OTL

drew something from a silly conversation that happened in front of my eyes in vc 😂😂 pls give love to @yicketydah & @supernova-109 for basically prompting my domestic aziracrow brainrot into overdrive ✊😔😔😔

[bruciemilf]

Such a slut for Bruce calling his kids pet names regardless of where they are. He called a fully grown Dick his baby on TV. He called Jason sweetheart while they were Batman and Red Hood. He called Tim honey in a meeting. He called Cass princess at ballet practice. He called Damian habibi in front of the League. I mean, who’s gonna stop him? The media loves that shit, criminals and goons are too afraid of Batman and Red Hood to do anything, the executives value their jobs too much, the single mothers love a dilf and the League know better than to fuck with Bruce and Damian.

If you're a slut for that, I'm the whole damn whorehouse - ENDEARMENTS FOR FAMILY MEMBERS MY BELOVED,,, no no no because this feels me with warmth your mind is SOOOOOO HUGE

Omg Dick would be so flustered because you just KNOW the others tease him endlessly by ONLY referring to him as " baby" for a month straight. The titans too. He cannot escape it

I have a feeling that Jason and Damian would pull the " knock it off, Im too old for that!" card, but Bruce couldn't give two fucks bc he knows they secretly love it; especially damian who's so moved and touched by being called someone's 'love'

- him, not a monster but not a child; not darkness but not light. Bruce quickly shots that shit down and FIERCELY argues that Damian is love because he's strong.

Duke is pumpkin and stephanie is lovebug, he told me specifically- also the league can't say shit bc it's so adorable to witness. I bet they're happy to know there's a heart inside that suit

[bisexualcherdegre]

Detroit: Become Human AU | Josh x Simon

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.

kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.

Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.

their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.

when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.

when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.

they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.

its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.

but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.

His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.

Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.

"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.

his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.

he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.

when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.

"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."

Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.

Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.

Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.

he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.

but tonight's different, so different.

Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.

when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.

he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.

Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.

"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.

"I missed you too,"

there's a moment of silence.

"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.

"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.

Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.

but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.

his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.

but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.

Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.

"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"

"yes, Dazai?"

"don't go."

"I won't."

"promise?"

"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."

he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"

Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.

"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."

there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.

"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.

there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.

he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.

"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).

it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?

his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).

he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.

he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.