#warm fuzzies

[beyondstardust89]

They'd make such an adorable couple❤️

Art by: Nem K. R.

[alnair-jpg]

My favorite drawing of yours has to this one because it's sad but also so wholesome in a way ❤️

Thank you so much! I love that one too, I really liked how it captures joy and melancholy at the same time. 💕

The dialogue also adds a lot, I think.

[gothicseverance]

[quite-vincible]

I wanted to redraw the small moment Mark and Oliver had in Season 2 Episode 4 💝💝💝

Still figuring out how to draw baby bro. I’m super excited to see what happens to the both of them next!!! Smh I thought we’d have a new episode this month…

Below is just me being self indulgent with the warm fuzzies haha

If you’re familiar with my bttf side blog you know i do this kinda stuff a lot 🤭😅

[future-boi]

In the games, Marty meets Arthur McFly, the father of George. Would’ve been cute if it were around the time George was a kid so he could meet him.

Ok but if you couldn’t tell, I’ve been making sure this month is only filled with warm fuzzies (ignore my first post of the month tho)

Me being self indulgent adding stars n shit below

Marty would be excited to see him 🤩 but ofc Georgie is shy 🥺

[gerec]

Hello! Your fic recs have brought me so much joy and they were one of the things that made me really into cherik! Like I'm crazy about them now.

And I don't know if you're accepting request if not I'm sorry for disturbing please disregard this part of the message or this entire ask

But I wanted to ask what fics do you read whenever you need a pick-me-up or when you need a laugh.

Because I just watched this YouTube video about this horror novel penpal by dathan auerbach and it was really sad and disturbing but mostly tragically sad and I really wanted to read something sweet or funny as a pick-me-up.

Sorry for the long ask (I can't help but yap) and if its incoherent (English isn't my first language 😅). And thank you so much for your contribution to the x-men Fandom. Both your fic recs and fics brought me so much joy and made it really exciting for me when I was just starting to get into x-men and cherik ❤️💖

Hi Anon,

I'm sorry for the wait, but here's a (very long!) list of fics I go back to over and over whenever I need a laugh or I want to feel the warm fuzzies :D I hope this serves you as well it has served me all these years!!!

Protect, Serve, Troll by keire_ke

Erik’s fire department has a special relationship with the local university. They visit often. Sometimes, there even is a fire.

Erik Lehnsherr’s Guide to Parenting by keire_ke (series)

Alex disapproves of school car washes, despite the abundance of wet bikinis on pretty girls. Erik doesn’t approve of his son shirking money-making duties.

Humane Society by smilebackwards

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he’s Charles’ cat and not his boyfriend.

Other Life Challenges by professor (series)

“Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

Wednesday by Red

Getting confined to a nursing facility for a six-week course of iv antibiotics would have been dreadfully dull, had Charles not found a way to “occupy his time.”

In which Erik Lehnsherr, retired nazi hunter, becomes the latest victim of Charles Xavier’s charms.

drastic measures by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

Erik glowers.

“I can’t believe we’re back to this,” Charles says, like he wants to throw his hands in the air. He’s pouting a little bit. “Years of progress, and we’ve returned to you brooding. Don’t tell me I have to break out the terrible flirting again.”

Erik glowers a little less. “Flirting,” he repeats, bland but also maybe just very, very, very slightly, faintly, vaguely hopeful.

“Oh, yes,” Charles says absently, until something seems to strike him. “Don’t tell me you don’t…” He raises his left hand and brandishes the ring. “We promised ourselves to each other last week.”

–

Alternatively: Erik’s memory is swiped clean of his and Charles’s relationship.

One Hundred One Night Stands. by Sophia_Bee

Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.

Suddenly There’ll Be a Blizzard (Let It Snow Remix) by kianspo

Charles was never at his best while jetlagged, but locking himself out in a snowstorm while barely dressed might be a new low. The last thing he expected was to be rescued by his high school nemesis, the man he hadn’t seen in over ten years, who might have broken his heart for good once upon a time.

All We Are We Are by kianspo 

Charles’s boyfriend breaks up with him days before the holidays. Not willing to ruin anyone else’s festive mood, Charles hides this fact from his sister and his friends, and retreats into the family mansion, letting the world move on without him. He’s flirting with depression when a one-time ex and a long-term friend surprises him. Long-kept secrets are revealed, and it turns out, Charles hasn’t been paying attention to the right things.

Your Heart Just Couldn't Wait by Pookaseraph

Charles and his BFF Tony Stark have the life - they're co-valedictorians at the most prestigious high school in the city, they have their own condo in Manhattan, and they get to go to all the awesome parties. Charles just wished he understood relationships and sex as well as Tony does. His theoretical bisexuality starts to feel a lot less theoretical when he and Tony end up in Professor Lehnsherr's Physics III course at Columbia University, but Charles' decision to take their relationship further leaves both student and professor with more than they bargained for.

this is only now (where do we go from here) by thebodyeclectic From this prompt on the 1stclass_kink meme: Modern AU, where an older Alex (in his mid twenties?) somehow figures out/recieves the news that, no, his younger brother didn't die in the crash like he'd been told, and then sets out to find him. The catch is, Scott's been adopted and adores his 'dad', who is incidentally the adorkable Hank McCoy.

Not So Much the Teacup by thehoyden

“Charles is basically the bride whisperer. It’s like he can read their minds.” (wedding planner AU)

Math Reasons by pearl_o, pocky_slash (series)

"Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

On a Beach, With You (The Tel Aviv Remix) by niniblack

Charles Xavier meets Erik Lehnsherr on a beach in Israel.

Growing Up Lehnsherr by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (series)

For someone who hates feelings, Erik gets dragged into an alarming number of conversations about them. In which there are confessions, declarations, awkward first meetings, accidents, explanations, endings and beginnings.

Otherwise know as Five Conversations Erik Didn't Want to Have and One That He Did.

Got You Locked Down Like Police by brawlingdiscontent

Mob AU. Logan’s straightforward ‘retrieval’ job gets complicated. 

One big family by ximeria

There is a house in New York (no, only Charles calls it a house, and his perception of such is a little warped, so let's try that again)...

... There's a building in New York, owned by XavierMedCorp that caters to mutant tenants, their families and a handful of humans. You need to know someone who knows someone who knows someone to get an apartment there. Or maybe just be very lucky. Or have a mutant son who has the tenacity of a pit bull. Anyway, Edie Lehnsherr has moved in and she is slowly getting to know the other tenants, the superintendent and the owner.

Making perfect by aesc

As is the case with most trials in Erik's life, this one starts with Charles gazing beseechingly at him and asking him for a favor. Not that their going-on-three years relationship is a trial, even though it started with Charles giving Erik the full benefit of sad blue eyes and asking him if he wouldn't mind opening his car door since he'd locked his keys inside, but still.

love like toy trucks crashing by midrashic

Charles Xavier may be young, but he knows what it means to love.

Love Runs Out by ikeracity

Hammer Bay, one of the most mutant-friendly apartment buildings in all of Manhattan and affectionately nicknamed the Hub by its residents, is home to an eclectic mix of families, broke college students, scientists, artists, and high school dropouts. Charles Xavier, new arrival to apartment 3K, catches the attention of everyone on the third floor but he only has eyes for one: cranky author Erik Lehnsherr who lives directly across the hall in 3B.

A Nice Boy (The Family Matters Edition) by pocky_slash

Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

soul of my soul by ikeracity 

You can imprint on your soulmate anywhere — school, work, on the street, in a restaurant, on the subway.

Charles and Erik imprint on each other just in time for the holidays.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland by TurtleTotem 

Charles hasn't seen Erik since their devastating breakup ten years ago. He's certainly the last person he expects to run into at a Christmas lights display.

[emporium]

A Crab Day I'll Never Forget

Today has been so special for me. The number of people ordering from the Emporium and leaving nice messages makes me so happy.

Sometimes I focus too much on the negative and I'm glad for days like today that remind me that this platform I call home is full of some really nice folks.

[samazing0831]

The Scenic Route - Sherlock x Reader

BBC Sherlock x Reader

A quiet countryside getaway turns unexpectedly romantic when you and Sherlock take a wrong turn on the way to his family home. What begins as anxiety over meeting his parents shifts into a sunlit detour filled with vulnerability, warmth, and an unexpected gift that means more than either of you are ready to say out loud. Sometimes, getting lost is exactly what you need to find each other.

852 words

You were packed and ready, bags zipped and waiting by the door of 221B. The plan had been simple - spend a few quiet days at Sherlock's family estate in the countryside, away from the noise of London, away from clients and cases and chaos. A peaceful little retreat with rolling hills, isolation, and most importantly, no one to talk to unless you wanted to.

You'd convinced yourself it was a good idea, even if the thought of meeting Sherlock's parents for the first time had started a slow, anxious burn in your chest.

"Are you ready, dear? I pulled the rental up," Sherlock called, stepping into the flat with his coat already half-buttoned.

You gave a half-smile. 'Let's do it. Gotta leave at some point."

And with that, you were off - winding through the familiar clutter of London traffic for the first half-hour, Sherlock at the wheel, eyes darting across the mirrors like he was tracking enemy agents. Eventually, the buildings thinned, the roads narrowed, and the trees - real trees, not decorative saplings boxed in pavement - began to blur past the windows. Green replaced gray. You felt yourself exhale.

Somewhere between the third sheep-dotted field and the second too-long silence, Sherlock had dozed off in the passenger seat, stretched back with a jacket balled under his head and one arm draped across his stomach. You didn't dare disturb him. The man rarely rested.

It wasn't until he stirred awake, eyes blinking against the sunlight, that the quiet peace cracked.

"(Y/N)? Where are we?"

You glanced at him, brow furrowed. "What do you mean? We're headed to your parents', right?"

There was a pause. A breath. Sherlock sat up straighter, scanning the unfamiliar hedgerows and winding asphalt like they were a code he couldn't crack. "Did you take the turn at the big maple tree? Like I asked?"

You blinked. "What maple tree? I haven't seen any trees for miles - unless you count shrubby ones. Maybe it got cut down. I - I don't know."

Your stomach twisted with unease. If he didn't know where you were... well, that wasn't good.

But instead of spiraling into irritation or deduction-mode, Sherlock smiled - mischievously, almost warmly.

"Well, love," he said, stretching his arms above his head with a lazy sigh, "we could always have a picnic before I call my parents and inform them their child has been kidnapped by the world's most charmingly oblivious driver."

You let out a breathless laugh, your nerves still humming. "Seriously?"

"I never joke about snacks."

You pulled over.

The gravel crunched beneath the tires as you eased the care to a stop on the roadside, the two of you stepping out into a clearing just wide enough for a blanket. And somehow, Sherlock - Sherlock Holmes, of all people - was already pulling a red-and-white checkered cloth from the boot, along with a full picnic basket you hadn't even realized he'd packed. Of course he had. He planned for everything. Even "accidental" detours.

You walked a few paces from the car together, settling down in the tall grass. The sun was warm on your face, the countryside stretching wide and quiet around you. And as Sherlock carefully laid out the food - arranged precisely, of course - you noticed something small and shiny tucked beneath the fold of the blanket.

No. No way. Not that.

You didn't dare assume.

Sherlock sat beside you, unusually fidgety as he reached into the basket and pulled out a small black box. "(Y/N)," he began, his voice lacking its usual certainty, "I've never done... this. With anyone. Not like this."

You turned to him, heart beginning to pound.

"You... challenge me," he said, eyes darting to yours and away again. "You make me think harder, feel more, be better. You drive me mad and ground me in the same breath. And I know it hasn't been very long, not really. But I got you something."

He opened the box - not a ring. A necklace. Simple, elegant. A modest pendant that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

"I suppose it's like a promise ring, if people still do those. But rings are stupid unless they're for marriage. And we're not... there." His fingers drummed against his knee. "Yet."

You stared at him, shocked. Sherlock Holmes, emotionally stunted genius, offering you a symbol of commitment he couldn't quite define but couldn't bear to withhold.

"Is that... alright with you?" he asked.

You could barely breathe, your voice no more than a whisper. "Of course, Sherlock."

He smiled - actually smiled, not that smug little smirk but something soft and proud and a little disbelieving. He fastened that necklace around your neck, his fingers lingering at the clasp.

"I like it," you murmured.

"I knew you would."

The two of you shared your modest lunch, wrapped in the gentle hush of the countryside, and eventually sprawled together on the blanket, your head resting on his chest, his arm looped around your waist. You let the sun warm your skin and the breeze tug gently at your clothes. Neither of you spoke for a long time, just enjoying each other's company.

[tanithias-art-blog]

2024-12-24 cute glowing star

I'm proud of this one. Wanna know why? Because for once I didn't use the tutorial (yes, still another James Julier picture), not even the pre-selected color palette. I just eyeballed it and copied it as best I could.

If you want to see his version, and maybe even give this cutie a go yourself, here's the link to his YouTube video: Cute Star

[beyondstardust89]

The thing i love most about the Laios x Marcille ship is that their relationship is like a healthy couple. Most relationships in mainstream fiction is about the process of falling in love; the butterflies in your stomach type stuff. Then the story ends there. Not with Laimar. In the manga and anime there interactions with each other is so cute and adorable.

They have similar interests, complaints about each other, yet they want to see each other grow as individuals, they want each other to be happy, they protect each other, comfort each other, they feel safe with each other, they have disagreements with each other, but they work it out and move forward. They literally make each other better people when there around each other. And there not controlling about it. They respect each other greatly. Yes they may not be officially a couple, but they represent the qualities of true love; there essentially spiritual lovers 🥰😍🫠

And im so glad that Laimar fans realize this too!

[alnair-jpg]

i love how you draw the Cocoa Puffs. They’re just so cute!!!

Thank you!! They delight me so much 💕

[ancpikachu]

More Peter B Parker Head Canons

A list of pet names he uses for people he’s close too:

Goober / Goofy Goober

Bug

Spiderling

Honey

Sweetie

Small Fry

Short Stack

That is all

[artbybai]

Some Baiya x Kaioshin Crumbs for y’all 🔮🐒

How did this sketch turn out so good though like 😭✨

[tarot-junkie]

Hey. HEY!!!

Despite the fact that there are garbage individuals in the world, I want to say I’m glad I’ve met some cool fucking people!

GIVE IT UP. STAND UP. CLAP for your fav blogs, friends, Barbies, tarot readers, team whatever who cares (AHAHAHA), and just be stupid glad you hang with them on this hellsite.

Just to name only a few (bc my brain has been on insanity the last few days)…there’s SO many, but keep this going:

@nancydrewwouldnever @sunniespeaks @introvertedlass @luckydiorxoxo @amateurspiritual4 @phoenixfeathersblog @apathfullofstarlight @oh-my-damn @resurrectedlily

[grimreapersnuisance]

[future-boi]

Christmas vibes. Warm fuzzies all around 🥹🥰💘

This happens in all timelines, you can’t change my mind.