#you're holdable

[sunbun-fnaf]

I found a critter inside your inbox... and he's stolen and ate half of your socks and remnant supply you might need pest control I fear

bitch ate my remnant supply too? how am i meant to afford pest control? in this economy? i have a whole ass diner to run

[miguel-owhora]

SYNOPSIS — back on my jessica rabbit!miguel bullshit 😮‍💨

TYPE — spitball

WARNINGS — 18+ , trans!miguel , established relationship , deepthroat , blowjobs , cliffhanger

MORE — hgnghd. might add on idk im titeddd

idk out the usual shit here i forgot what it says ill put it later in the morninv

TAGS — ill put them later

I'm back on my Jessica Rabbit!Miguel AU. who asked? absolutely no one but here i am

Thinking about Miguel w Jessica's whole vibes. He's a stunningly, breathtaking beaut of a man, with a waist so holdable, an ass so biteable, and a pretty face you'd love to just cum all over. It's a shame that Miguel holds him in high regards, and has well enough money to make you disappear if you make him far too uncomfortable.

Plus, he's happily married to you.

A feeble, rabbit, meek of a man half the size of Miguel. You're a clutz, you're dumb, you're too childish - literally. You have the same mechanisms as a cartoon character; you've pulled literal hammers from a pocket and all sorts of things that left others baffled. They look down on you, judge you, scrutinize you with their eyes and judgement.

But not Miguel.

Not Miguel who grows soft and a smiles a bit more whenever he's around you, who gives you every bit of his attention when he's with you. Who kisses you so softly on the cheek, who'll whisper words into your ear, low enough so only you can hear, and give you a seductive look when you go warm and start to stumble over your words. Not Miguel who'll swipe a finger over your shoulders and whisper into your ear, "Follow me, I have a little gift I want to give you."

And who are you to disobey your husband? Like the lovesick fool you are, you follow after your husband like a dog, pupils heartshaped and cartoonish little hearts bubbling from your head, letting him drag you away.

In the privacy behind closed doors and drawn blinds, Miguel sits between your legs. He keeps eye contact as he bobs his head up and down your throbbing, fat cock, slurping obscenely and moaning - not just for show, but also to show how delicious you taste, how addictive it is. His eyes glitter red with fondness and lust, slowly swaying his hips as he nurses your cock down his throat.

Drool drips down your length, teeth gently biting down on your hand to muffle your moans. You're beyond flustered, balls pinching, and Miguel suddenly deepthroats it and rolls your balls between his hand, and it's enough to get you to shoot down his throat.

"Cream cake," Miguel smiled, licking his lips clean of cum and spit, grinning up at your dazed expression. His hand slowly jerks at your cock, keeping it hard. "My favorite."

Suddenly, Miguel moves and clambers onto your lap, now looking a little bit flustered. And it's then you realize, with a raw hint of giddiness, how his bare pussy drips onto your cock.

"But not as much as I adore creampies." Miguel purrs, rocking down your cock.

[shalomniscient]

Sev, I offer you a meal… some yummy arlecchino smut because arlecchino lovers need to eat frfr

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Arlecchino’s back looks so holdable, gripable, and y’know scratchable. It’ll look so pretty with red marks and crescent imprints😔The slight sting definitely has her groaning as her hips drill into your pussy, leaving their mark as each rope of cum is dumped in your pussy.

She’s insatiable, continuously pushing herself back inside. Her bruising grip prevented you from moving away from all the love she had to give. It’s impossible to stay still because of how rough Arlecchino keeps pistoning into you.

Arlecchino will try breeding you silly, hips never stopping even when you cum more times than you can count. Your babbling, moans, and cries just drive her hips forward with an insatiable hunger because she just needs to fuck you silly. She needs to fill every corner of your being with herself; with her cum.

**

“My love...” 

These words are repeated like a mantra against your ear, over and over again until Arlecchino lets out a groan until she’s at the precipice of her peak. 

With a powerful thrust, she drove herself forward, rolling her hips as the tip of her cock kisses your cervix. She pulls you tight against her, trying to bring your hips completely flush with her’s in an attempt to go as deep as possible.

She feels how your walls spasm around her lengthー milking her cock and forcing her to still as you squirt. Your walls spasm around her as a throaty groan is pulled from her throat. A mix of both your and her cum can be felt on her abdomen. It would’ve been a sight to behold, seeing you squirt with her own eyes, but with how tight you’re holding onto her, she’ll have to settle for the marking skin of your neck and chest as she rides out her orgasm. 

Relief will only come when she slowly pulls out. A hot stream of cum dribbling out of your gaping pussy and against your thighs; into a small puddle below. It’s only a short respite though. This cycle will repeat until Arlecchino has her fill. Until you’re bursting at the seams, full of her cum, and just barely conscious.

To her, you are a piece of art. Breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight and against the damp sheets that are soaked with sweat and cum. Your neck is bruised with hickies and bite marks. 

She treats you so gently in the aftermath, sighing against your skin and brushing her lips against the pulse of your neck; planting a kiss and whispering lovingly to you because she has to let you know how much she loves you.

You’re her lover. The mother to her many children. She treats you right and will handle the aftercare. She's going to tenderly stroke your face, wiping away your tears before pulling you close and holding you gently until sleep claims your spent form in the early morning hours, making sure you're okay by the end of the session. 

head in my hands giggling kicking my feet but also horny gripping my desk ???? holy fucking shit hibiscus im ???? speechless ????? this is so fucking good i am devouring this eating it up licking the plate leaving no crumbs hdksjhdksjhds she makes me SO crazy it's unreal...... need arle to rail me silly every night so i can actually fall asleep 😔😔😔😔

[e-hibiscus]

greetings my liege......... i am ill with arlecchinoitis and i must know your thoughts on arlecchino hands....................... they look so big and holdable and would be so warm when you're walking together in snezhnaya......... sick with longing rn 😔😔😔

You and me both 😔 im in delulu land thinking about arle so i write while im in class

Arlecchino’s hands…

A little nsfw utc

I found them so pretty 😭 when i saw them initially, i had to do a double take and check if they really were her hands. It looked like she was wearing rings and yes; big, strong, and holdable hands 🥺

They’re going to envelope yours in a firm but loving grip. Fingers laced together with her thumb rubbing against your’s. If you two aren’t holding hands, she walks with you, holding the small of your back as you two go about. Otherwise, she kisses your hands 🤭 whenever you meet or depart from one another. She’s a romantic like that

As cold and ruthless as the Knave is, she shows her pda through handholding and physical touch. Hugs and kisses are for in private, but I believe she would be “subtle” with her possessiveness and affection. Lets be honest and real here though, it’s not subtle because she loves you too much and must protect you and her family.

She would definitely make you suck on her fingers though 😔 if you’re being a whiny brat she has no problem silencing you and teaching you your place. Arlecchino WILL pound into you, her sweet wife, with her fingers down your throat while your pussy stays nice and full with her strap. She’s going so rough and hard, as if she’s trying to breed you and make you the mother of her children. Even though she can’t get you pregnant, she’s gonna fuck you as if she could

Her fingers are long and dexterous so filling you up (on either end 🤭) is going to feel so good. Don’t worry, Arle will cut her nails or file em down just to be safe.

[heymrspatel]

ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

[unabashedly-so]

📚 SDV Elliott HC 🎭

Being alone with your thoughts for so many hours a day can make one a little... eccentric.

Content warning: none ☺️ just the silliest little HC.

(also if you consider yourself a writer and have never done something like this, you're lying.)

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It takes, like, YEARS after marriage for this one to come to fruition.

Then, one day, it happens. You bust into the house from the summer heat to grab a drink of water because, fuck, it's hot and--

Elliott didn't expect you back for another couple hours. It's summer! It's the busiest season! He thought he had the house to himself for at least another--

--there's Elliott. Just, uhh... well to be honest you're just not quite sure at first what he's doing.

--he doesn't notice you come in then stand stock-still in the doorway for several confused, dumbstruck, delighted seconds.

Meanwhile: his hair is in a ratty knot on top of his head, he has a very round potato in his hand that he holds aloft like an offering to the gods (the ceiling fan, perhaps?) while he stands barefoot, pajamaed, on top of his desk.

and you don't know what you like more--the voice(s) he uses when he's in-character, or how he so often interrupts himself, out of character, with little nitpicking comments.

"--and with every ounce of my power--ounce? don't they measure in metrics? and is the nature of power fluid or, *gasp* gaseous? ...No, has to be fluid--holdable, shapeable. But fluidity of power," he kneels, scribbling something on the one paper left on the desk. "definitely include that somewhere else, yes..." He stands up, clears his throat and resumes, "--and with all the power now within my reach--nope, already holding it--grasp, I can finally--"

His eyes meet yours with a tiny yelp and he freezes.

Neither of you speak. A bead of sweat falls from your face and plips on the floor. He continues to hold the potato aloft.

Finally, "You're home early, dear."

"Just, uh... need some water," you manage. A few seconds pass by, so you helpfully add, "It's hot."

"Indeed."

Another pause.

Your turn. "Sooo... whatcha doin' up there, dear?"

He slowly lowers the potato. "I... was having trouble figuring out the blocking, you see. Frederick just obtained the orb of power and he's quite conflicted about it. So..."

"...so you stand on your desk and offer it to the ceiling fan?"

"No," he pouts, but you know that's a sign that he's incredibly relieved--you're playing along so he plays along. "No, you go stand on a cliff," he motions to the desk, "and seek communion with the Great Omnipotence," he gestures to the ceiling fan.

"Yes, that's... yup. That's what that is."

He clicks his tongue, non-potatoed hand on his hip. "...this might surprise you, but I have a very vivid imagination. Now, can you help me down?--I accidentally kicked my chair away during the villain's soliloquy."

You walk over, despite: "I'm very sure you're more than capable of getting down safely on your own."

He holds out his hand. "And miss the chance to hold your hand and jump into your arms?"

(depending on the stature of the farmer, he very well may! But only if there's not a single ounce of doubt he wouldn't overwhelm the farmer.)

From there, it's gradual, but he little by little lets his guard down. He talks to himself in low muttrances at first, like quiet bickering when he's particularly focused. Then he takes to dramatic readings while he's cooking or cleaning, trying to strike the right cadence and rhythm. Months later he's pushing furniture aside and pacing out choreographed scenes in the living room. In the winter, you're roped into them with him and... he loves it, and he loves you all the more for it.

He uses your help for scenes he's stuck on, gives you a page or two to work with, then tells you to just say and do what feels right! He doesn't always use exactly what you riff up, but it helps point him in the right direction.

He'll do any kind of scene you're comfortable with, but he especially seems fond of putting you in romantic scenes. 😘

even though half of them never show up in his novels or poetry collections??????? and yet???????

He still maintains his composed facade outside of the house, but inside your little house by the pond, all bets are off. You routinely come home with Elliott pacing, muttering, giving a grandiose speech, nitpicking--he stops, but only a pause, to acknowledge you with a peck on the cheek before he whisks himself away again--prophesizing, arguing, nitpicking, etc....

Your home has never been so full of life, laughter, and love.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Oops-

I accidentally became moots with a lot of cool undertale/UTMV artists-

*inhale*

@nobodys-reblogs Like, you were my first idol on here that I befriended 🥺 AND NOT BECAUSE YOU WERE MY IDOL- you legit just seemed cool, and I am very VERY grateful each time I see '#friend tag' with you!! I also love your style, it gives a sense of comfort because of the shades you normally use!! (<- psstt I also like your doors content!)

@inka-boi I love the way you draw chubby and plus sized people, literally helped with my own drawings of different body types! You're also super nice. And well, my mum—I love the purple yarn family, I live for the purple yarn ship, you're super sweet!

@zombiestar1934 Uhm, yeah—Yoink. Your art is very yoinkable, VERY HUGGABLE!! Looks like it was drawn in a library, where you had the peace of only hearing your drawing tablet make 'lil clicks! I love the hearts you add to blush, and the smiles you give them! Yet you're just as capable of making angst, and I love Angst :3

@absurdumsid I want to hug all, and I mean ALL your drawings. ESPECIALLY horrorpills, I love the clean look they all have, I love looking at your art, and I just- aghghgh your so cool!!

@italic-doing-random-shit man you're just very awesome, idk how the hell I manged being moots w/ you but I'm vibing with it, your art is like, yum. It gives me, hm... Oh! Okay it gives me animatic vibes, like you'd be a good animator! /pos!

@inkcat1987 AWE. JUST AWE—I love how sweet your style is, and I'm especially liking the middle school AU!! Once again, soft as angel wings!

@axinfinity there's just- there's something so HOLDABLE about your art! I just wanna pick it up and protect it!

@ant1quarian ah yes, a fellow UTMV enjoyer who collects a very specific sans, that being Dust in your case! /vpos. Your style, it's like moss. It has a natural feel, it looks like it'd smell like rain, like feathers and it's so... like this song, The Moss is how I feel when I look at your pfp!

@dzasterdumpterfire Stars. Your art looks like stars, I'm fairly sure the lighting comes from the stars. I dunno it's just kinda mystifying to look at!

@endless-emptyness Your art >>>> Very pleasant to look at. I really enjoy the facial expressions you do!!

@solusminds your art feels like it was crafted in the cozy darkness, illuminated only by a single lantern, while winter blazes outside. It's so nice and warm feeling!

@kiyo-void A lovely painting! All your works feel like they were painted, painted and set in a cool breeze to dry, especially your digital art, and I am LIVING for it! Plussssss Runetale is super cool!

@denieatsart HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE that's how I feel looking at what you make!! I love the kinda like, layered look your art gives!!

@largefound can't say a bad thing about ya, you're cool, your art gives cool feelings, cool vibes everywhere!

Annd... it's late, I can't think of anyone else BUT IF I DO I will ADD YOU to the list!!

UPDATED:

@rushin-safire. Yeah, your art? Feels like it was drawn with a cat in your lap while you've just come home from the Cafe, still sipping on your coffee. :3

@nashdoesstuff for the LIFE OF ME I can't figure out how the hell to search your art, hpw am I screwing it up?? But anyways it probably tastes like gummy bears. /pos.

@nightmarish-qeuwusha Your art tastes like cotton candy! I think that your art was woven from candy floss and glittered with stardust! ^^

@analexthatexists Containment! I feel like your art gives off SCP vibes, I feel like I'm some sort of entity when I look at it, and that, is, awesome!

@determinedfanartist okay but like, your art is "I drew this specifically bc I love my friends" and I cannot be convinced otherwise. /pos

@mrfellsans Ah, cartoony. Specifically with that dapper charm to it! I'm talking bendy and the ink machine, I'm talking swing, I'm talking pleasant to look at as you have a modern spin on it!

@the-second-reason your art is that chill older kid, the one that helps ou their younger peers figure out stuff. They're the super relaxed big sibling, your art has a mellow style, gives chill big sibling vibes. :]

@dustsansm1 I mean this in the best way possible, your art feels friendly but has anxiety. And that's okay! Your art gives me like, it wants to be friends w/ someone but too shy to do so. It has a sorta 'I'm trying my best' style, when it's already really good!

@spookuzm cover artist! I feel like you'd do well drawing the characters that you put on the cover of stuff, your art vibes me those vibes! Like it's the peak inside a new world! ^^ Hey side note this changed to comfort artist

@mellybabbles Reflections, your art makes me reflect on myself. What was behind it? Every line you etch into it makes me think, ponder, as if it were drawn from a mirror.

@wickjump ICON. Your art is SUCH an icon, you're RADIATING icon vibes. The colours you use seem to naturally give off a hue to it, giving it that pop! It's beautiful and clean and iconic! ✨️

@hialeisanimation I mean this in the most light hearted way possible—It's just happy. Like your art is the definition of :3 and I am VIBING w/ it, very lovely to look at!

@joonebugg your art has PERSONALITY, like they don't take shit from anyone. Like looking at it, feels like they'd be the decals for a 1970s diner and they're like the characters, they work too hard to take orders from ungrateful customers. THAT'S what your style looks like to me.

@milkybnnuy so your style (especially when you draw Fell!NM) is so dark and radiates that dark energy and pretty pretty please I need more angst- /pos (edit: dear cod I got that angst)

@bluu3berry - you really utilize shades of colour really well, I think you've done a wonderful job with Bluu!! /Gen! I think your style really reminds me of an older cartoon with their softer colours, like Charlie brown! And, I love Charlie brown!

@hiro-doodlez - Your art uses ALL of your canvas to your advantage! Like rarely have I ever seen you draw something and leave a blank space, which also helps you create a ton of interesting shading! I like how you draw over colours w/ other colours, so your base colours helps the top layer—Does that make sense? ^^ like, your style is very out there! Very you, very recognizable!

@dustbvnnyy Y2K INVADER ZIM like it's awesome, your artstyle gives me y2k alt vibes!! I love the soft saturated (is that a thing? ^^') colours that go into your pieces!!

@murder-clown-around-town fun!! I saw your pinned post and from what you drew IT LOOKS SO FUN!! Like a balloon animal!! I like how the lines overlap and create a structure!! :D

@miracle-negative soft and heavenly! Your art, even using a darker pallet is soft and smooth!!

@yellow-computer-mouse it's quite relaxed! I like the shading you did on that smoking Dust picture! ^^

@eco-systeme royal! You have a very royal, a very fancy looking style to me!! Like, someone paid you a good amount to draw it! I hope you forever remain creative, love your art!

@wishtale-blogs spring vibes!! Absolutely beautiful spring, butterflies, meadows and more!! I LOVE MONARCH I've literally never seen orange and pastels work well like yours does!!!

@swiftmitsu YOOO MY FIRST FRIEND MADE ON DISCORD!!! I'd like to say I'm a huge fan of your artstyle! It's a good mix between adorable, but can be taken seriously if the tone demands it! This is a hard skill to acquire, because a lot of adorable art can be hard to feel the wanted emotions conveyed — But you found just the right balance! I always look forward to you posting! ^^

@cocopebblez Detailed and stylish! I look at your art and go WOAH, I look at your sona and they're STUNNING, I look at you and I see cameras flashing as paparazzi tries to get your photo as you strut down the red carpet. So fame worthy is how I perceive your art!! And fame in the future I see!

@underfaithangelz welcome to the wall! I see your art has a very lantern vibe! Using this as my reference! I love how you can use low lighting and still make everything perfectly visual! It gives it a warm glow! I think your style is like fire, with all the intricate brush marks like flames! Beautiful and gorgeous just as your voice!

Also, we may not be moots—But honourary mention to @somegrumpynerd you're my comfort artist, I go searching for Dadmare if I'm down and I find your art—I love how it just looks like the embodiment of Marshmallows. I love how you draw each and every scene you've made, the emotions you convey even if it's supposed to just be a silly post! Just ahhhhhh I love looking at what you make!!

Have a good day, night, evening, morning, or whatever time it is for you guys!

[munsster]

hitched?

A/N: i love love love proposal/marriage trope 💞 she is near and dear to my little heart

Pairings: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Summary: Steve gives you a cold proposal, maybe you just need to warm up to the idea? 1.5k words.

Warnings: fluff, proposal, marriage and divorce discussion, pet names (sweetheart), insecurity, marriage propoganda, little bit o angst, lovesickness 🥺

“C'monnn," he whines with a big grin stretched across his face, "why won't you marry me, sweetheart? Don't like me enough?"

"I like you plenty, Harrington, but I won't marry you."

"Why not? I've got solid genes. Great hair, perfect smile—"

"Marriage is stupid; name one good thing that comes outta marriage."

He takes a second. Really, he pores over it all while sidling up close enough to catch your breath. And he's looking at you like getting married is more than an age-old phrase used by people looking for wealth or status or power or whatever. He's looking at you like getting married is more than tradition. Like getting married to you would be for love. Not for the hell of it.

"One good thing, huh?"

"One thing, that's all."

"Gosh"—he tilts his head back and guides his cold fingertips into the opening of your coat and around your sides, dipping them beneath your blouse with a smirk—"Besides the whole you're mine and I'm yours deal, it'll be kinda hard to think of something."

"But I am yours. And you are mine."

"Forever?"

You drop your forehead to his chest with a heavy sigh. And he feels your pulse down your spine, carefully calculating how much room is left between each vertebrae and trying to ignore the way your heart rate spikes at the question. Then comes your soft grumble:

"Fifty percent of all marriages end in divorce, and the rest of 'em end in death. The odds are pretty much stacked against us, Stevie."

He takes a deep breath and tilts your chin up, looking concerned as ever with his brow furrowed sweetly. It tempts you. His face is so touchable—holdable—it's awful the way he uses it against you. On you. He gets what he wants with it.

"Hold on, now, sweetheart, you think we're gonna get divorced? Where's this coming from?

"Well... what if you don't want me forever?"

It gets him antsy. He's bugging out at the thought. You think he won't want you forever. You're worried he'll change his mind. How could he ever change his mind when you're all that's on it.

"What if I—" he scoffs a little and pulls away to look at you, "'what if I don't want you forever?'"

You shrug. "Yeah."

"Where'd you get that idea?"

"Dunno. It could happen."

"Not for me. Not to us."

"It could! I don't wanna trap you into a marriage you'll regret for the rest of your life."

"Trap me? Sweetheart, you think I'd ask you to marry me if I didn't mean it."

"Dunno."

"I mean, I know that I can be a little ambitious at times and that I come off a little ignorant, but I mean well. It's not like I have this idealized vision of marriage in my head. You've seen my parents, my mom's parents, my dad's parents, hell even Dustin's parents. I know all about the fifty percent, alright? And I wanna marry you."

Oh, despite, despite, despite he wants to marry you. Despite the odds and despite what he knows and what he can't know. Despite himself he wants to marry you. To have and to hold, that's the promise. His promise. It makes his blood curdle, he's so excited at the thought of it. His ring, your finger. God, the choice of despite and all its exhilaration.

But you give him that droopy look. You hold his hands and pull your mouth into a flat little line. And it makes him want to kiss it away. Bring back the fullness and color.

"Why can't we just... go through the motions? I don't want you to feel stuck if you change your mind down the road."

You moan and drop your head back, embarrassed now that you're hearing it out loud. Not because you've suddenly changed your mind and not because you don't want to marry him, but because why should he marry you? With all the choices in the world, all the fish in the sea and the stars in the sky, why you? And if you had only asked, you'd know why. He has reasons enough to fill the sea and the sky over and over. Oh, if only you'd ask.

He sees it in your waterline. How your lip quivers and you bring your hands to your cheeks and your lashes grow damp and solemnly temperamental. It makes every bone in his poor body want to fuse with yours. If he had some sort of industrial strength, non-toxic glue, he'd probably use it on the two of you. He wants forever more than he knows. Forever with you. Two rings and as many decades as forever allows.

But maybe it's not that forever is impossible for you and Steve. It's not that he can't afford any of it or he's not romantic enough or forever might only be a month or you don't want to or you both wouldn't love it. No, it's something vaguely familiar and much more nuanced. Something he's known very well once before.

"Sweetheart... You're tellin' me you won't marry me 'cause you think you're disposable or something? 'S that it? You don't want forever 'cause you think I'll... I'll just change my mind?"

"No."

"Hey, look at me, how could I—"

"No—Steve—"

"C'mon, you're killin' me, I love—"

"Steve, please—"

"You, sweetheart, all you. And you love me, don't you?"

You sigh and cast your wet eyes down like you're intimidated, and it makes him feel too big. Too much, too heavy, too loud, too loving. Until you grab his hand. And look up at him. And he's just right, though he feels bad he's the reason you're tearing up.

"Yes, I love you, I love you so much, but—"

"But, what?"

"But... what if that changes? What if I can't promise you the life you want, and what if you can't promise you'll love me forever? What am I supposed to do when you're done loving me, and... and you don't want my love anymore? What then? We'll just be married and unhappy and fighting until we hate each other?"

"No, that's not—"

"It happens, Steve," you huff. He pushes the tears from your cheeks before you even catch yourself sobbing and holding his wrists. "It happens everyday, and I want... I want you to have an out because I would rather you leave loving me than spend the rest of your life despising me for what you could've had without me."

He's never heard this kind of woe before. Not from you. You the spitfire, the stubborn, the meanest, sweetest, most beautiful and affectionate. You, filled with woe enough to burst. And you do.

He tugs you close, arms slung around you and one hand on the back of your neck because it's warm. Because you told him one time that it feels safe when he does that. He liked the way you said it muffled into his shoulder. But now you're shaken, and you have to know he loves you.

"You know what I love most about you?"

He feels your lungs expand into the dip of his tummy and peter out into a soft whine. You shake your head, 'no'.

"There's lots'a things, but top of the list? Gotta be the way you cover your face when you get grossed out or embarrassed or annoyed—”

You chuckle and groan at the snot that bubbles from your nostril. His face screws in and he wipes his thumb under your nose, wiping it on the thigh of his jeans with a disgruntled sound.

"We're so gross," you grumble, sniffling and wrapping your arms sweetly around his waist.

He sighs with a grin.

"I guess it's meant to be," he coos. You rest your chin on his chest, pecking his jaw just as he beams at you and dips close for a kiss. He's warm like a heater. Perpetual and renewable and reliable. And you get to thinking: he's got the prettiest brown eyes in the whole world and ninety-percent of the time, he's got them laser focused on you. He squeezes your hip and whispers: "There's no way in Hell I'll ever change my mind about loving you."

You play up a big frown, fat tears welling in the corners of your eyes until he smooches your face content. It's hard to believe in the kind of love that stays and promises and thrives despite. Despite any statistic or preconceived notion. Despite the past and despite the future. The kind of love that exists to better and grow. The kind of love shared between romantics and poets and lunatics alike. It's hard to believe until you've got it in your steady palms.

"I promise I'll do it properly with the ring and the knee and the view and the speech," he hums.

"I'd say yes even if you forgot all of that."

"You mean it?" he chirps, excitement tense in his muscles when you play with a longer strand of his hair.

"I do."

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[vellichorom]

Dumb question but it popped in my head. How would theirry react to being picked up?

(Not that I could I do not have much strength 😭)

Would he get angry? Squeal to be put down? Would he hate for anyone but rosemary to hate him?

(Again sorry if the answer is obvious. I just like asking you things. :)

& i love to answer things !!!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTION!

i think picking up thierry goes about as well as if you ran outside & tried picking any old man up; SQUEALING, cursing, kicking, spitting, pushing- does Not appreciate getting picked up, & the reaction only gets WORSE the further he is off the ground, yeah

it's NOT likely you'll be picking him up anyway unless you're particularly strong, AAAND - even then, theoretically, he could actively adjust his body & himself heavier while you're holding him just to screw with you;

i WOULD say rosemary could get away with doing this because she could spit in thierry's face & slap him without consequence - much moreso a thank you, but i have NO idea if she could even lift him

& yet he's so holdable for what

[according2thelore]

oh GOD that ask answer was everything i dreamed and more. es!dean literally cannot imagine the kind of torture sam went through with lucifer. (which, incidentally, is one reason why ls!sam could never really replace ls!dean with him. he wakes up hyperventilating in the middle of the night and that slender boy is not enough. he needs his mountain man of a brother who Knows what’s out there.) and that kills him because he needs to know Everything About Sam. but sam is so so right to keep it from him - i don’t think es!dean could live with the knowledge, say, that sam is raped one day. i think it would actually end him.

ugggh i lvoe this au so much. you are a genius.

GRAHH you're so right!!!

sam wakes up one night straight from a nightmare and stumbles into the hallway, needing to find dean's room. he runs into ES!Dean, who's all it's okay, sam. it can't hurt you, it's just a vision--because he doesn't know! ES!Sam's nightmares can be soothed with gentle hands on his neck and shoulders, brushing bangs out of his eyes, dean promising that they'll fix it, and sam's safe.

but LS!Sam is going to throw up because this isn't a fixable thing. he feels suffocated by ES!Dean's firm hands on wrists, held down, and he pushes him away, hard.

LS!Dean shoves ES!Dean further away like you can't restrain him like that and ES!Dean pales bc he things he's caught on: someone held sam captive, maybe because of his powers. how could LS!Dean have arrived so clearly late, late enough that sam still carries the scars into his dreams?

and LS!Dean keeps muttering about first stones and c'mon sammy breathe with me and look at me and this is real. and LS!Sam kind of crumples and shoves himself under LS!Dean's arm, trying to make himself small and holdable, and ES!Dean just stands there and burns.

because there is clearly something here that's not right. something that LS!Sam&Dean have survived together, learned how to deal with, spent years adjusting to each other, and that's something ES!Dean is starting to realize they'll never tell him.

sam has always been a little inaccessible--he used to refuse to tell dean details about his girlfriend-of-the-weeks, he kept stanford a secret until he got his acceptance letter, he wouldn't tell dean what he was writing in all of those notebooks--but never the truly big, life-or-death stuff. and now sam--LS!Sam, anyway--is inaccessible. and it kills dean. dean wants to shrivel up and die because sammy is his. his responsibility, his to watch out for, his to mend, his to kill for.

he has never felt more purposeless or rudderless than he does right now--watching someone else comfort sam.

what he doesn't know, of course, would kill him. the fact that sam asks to be locked into a cage in hell, and dean will let him. the century of torture and rape and psychological hell that sam went through is a chasm that dean will never be able to fix. he can build a bridge, but that's all he can do.

it would kill ES!Dean. and LS!Sam knows it. so he reaches out a shaky hand in the gap between LS!Dean's arm and body, where he's wrapped sam in a bear hug.

ES!Dean rushes forward and grabs it, life finally having meaning again as sammy looks up at him with bloodshot eyes, with fingers that shake, and a voice that cracks when he says, "i'm okay, dean. thank you. i'm fine."

AGH!!!! anon, you get it <3 <3 hurt/comfort is my FUCKING bread and butter!!!!!!!! esp when it goes both ways!! because with these bozos, it literally would be!!

-lizzy

[the-kr8tor]

hehe they will never kiss >:) (they do kiss. They smooch HARD.) Daily Hobie HC!!

This time, we're turning the tables! How about, Hobie with a shapeshifter partner? >:) He'd be absolutely clueless, thinking that you meant it as a joke..that is until he wakes up to a big python laying in bed next to him, your tongue flickering in and out at the crest of his ear, wanting to surprise him. As he turns around to see your innocent face staring back at him, his tired instinct tells him to simply just gently put his palm on your face and slowly push you back. As you try to laugh in your snake form, Hobie eventually begins to laugh with you, finding it adorable how you went to such great lengths to wake him up just so Hobie could cuddle you. Of course, as you shift back, he immediately indulges in you, cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you all over your face. Sometimes, if you've shapeshifted into a holdable animal, and you're sleeping near him while he fiddles around with his guitar, Hobie will definitely pick you up and set you in his lap, quietly plucking at the strings. Both of you have found ways to even get through places and (unknowingly) helped Hobie snatch a few things from stores. Mostly? it's you shapeshifting into an adorable puppy or a cute little kitten and sticking your head out of the hoodie he's wearing, just bumping his chin. You both have used this trick multiple times on Hobie's bandmates, almost always managing to get Yuri to rush over and begin to shower you with pets. Eventually, the band managed to catch on your ability to shapeshift. But it was fun while it lasted! At times, he'll ask if you could possibly turn into some random animal. A few requests you remember was turning into a fox (He started teasing you with 'Fantastic mr/mrs/mx fox'), a Samoyed, a tiger. He once asked if you could turn into a whale, to which you blankly stared at him and quickly shapeshifted into a peacock instead. Hobie scoffs with feigned indignance every time you bring that moment up, since it was one of the rare times Hobie's face becomes genuinely expressive. When he had asked you to turn into a fox, you did so without hesitation. However, once he started reciting a few lines from 'Fantastic Mr Fox', you decided that today you were going to be a little thief. You ended up stealing a few things from him playfully, obviously having returned them by the end of the day. Hobie claims that you seemed to never stop boasting about the 7 items you had managed to steal. Bit of a short one because I am excited for the daily hobic hc tomorrow! Gotta rest my fingers for a bit before writing an essay hehe -🐦‍⬛

Yessss lots of smooches!! (Sorry for the late answer there was a brownout while i was answering your ask :( )

DAILY HOBIE HC!! 🎉🎉🎉

I stand by the fact that if i ever wake up to an unknown animal I'd die lmaooo hobie is built different

That's so adorable!! Like he'd be the one curling around you like a python!!!!

Oh to be cuddled and smooched like that 🥴

AHHHHHH Imagine you turning into a cute hamster and him putting you in his vest pocket so he could bring you anywhere!!!!!

Hobie better hide you from james and yuri bc they will create more mischief with you once they know about your abilities 😂

Omg a fox!! You on his lap purring while he brushes your pretty orange fur 😍

Lmaoo what if when he asks u to turn into a whale you go 'kay! And you've never seen fear in his eyes before 🤣🤣🤣

Also you about to leave his house boat but before you go he goes "pockets c'mon, love" and you just smirk at him while taking out your haul 😂

[ghostclowning]

OK BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OBLIGATORY "my big gay demon boyfriend turned into a child :0" ARC FOR MOSHANG like come on. Hua Cheng did it. Lo Binghe did it. Every self-respecting demon must go through it. *snaps fingers* Let's fucking go

Of course Mobei wasn't too happy about becoming weak and unable to defend Qinghua. He even feared that if this continues for too long, Qinghua will just leave him as he becomes useless. And so, he tried to hide in his room, but sneaky Qinghua found out anyway.

*

Shang Qinghua would probably not even recognize Mobei at once bc he became so cute and squishable and tiny and holdable. First Mobei would try to tell Qinghua to get out and leave him alone but Qinghua wouldn't be able to not give smallbei a headpat once and that's it. Mobei-jun can't resist anymore. He needs to be with Qinghua, even if it exposes his weakness now. Screw the pride or the chance that Qinghua will leave...the childish part of Mobei has reawakened in this body, and it demanded to be close with Qinghua as if it was vital. Meanwhile the way smallbei leans in for Qinghua's hand would just break his heart. He literally gave Mobei a childhood trauma and now the said child stood before him, making him realize what a terrible person he is. He can't help but hug his king, who doesn't seem to really object that much, but frowns in a funny way. "Qinghua, let go!" He tries to sound intimidating, but with this childish voice, really? Qinghua only laughs. "My king, I'm afraid there's nothing you can do now to stop me."

*

Mobei wouldn't stop following him around, even though it probably would be safer if he stayed in his room until he becomes normal. Which is why Qinghua has to stay in his room too.

"My king, no one should find out you're vulnerable now. And I have things to do."

"...Say that again."

"My king..."

"That's it."

Although Shang Qinghua wants to laugh at the sight of these puffed up cheeks, he can't argue. Well, if the king says he has a day off, who is he to disobey?

*

He wonders why smallbei clings to him so much, but finds it cute. Mobei knows that Shang Qinghua probably won't be of big help in case of attack, but he just feels the safest with him.

*

Shang Qinghua was dead sure he'll have to pay for this when his king returns to normal state, but he can't refrain from squishing and cuddling with smallbei bc he's just too cute. He knows it's the same Mobei, just that his body changed a little ("a little"), but that only makes him want to cuddle more. He even falls asleep still hugging his king.

When he wakes up, he sees normal Mobei sit near him.

"Qinghua."

"My king...glad to see you in proper state and good health, hehe," Qinghua chuckles nervously. "I hope you're not holding a grudge on me for my...excessive affection?"

"You will pay."

With that being said, Mobei locks him in a tight hug and doesn't let go. Qinghua almost gets scared at first, but then bursts out laughing once he realizes what's happening.

"My king, let go!"

"There's nothing you can do now to make me."

*

"...I thought you will leave. You didn't."

"My king, I would never. Especially when you're like that! How could I leave you?"

"I was weak."

"My king, compared to your normal state, I'm weak all the time."

"You don't need to be strong. I am. But back then, I wasn't."

"And I'm not a princess who needs a saviour. My king, I'm here now not because of your strength. And I am more than ready to be the strong one when you can't be."

Mobei says nothing and tucks his face in Qinghua's shoulder.

[amonggtheestarss]

Being captain is cool and all until your strong partner decides you're holdable sized

[sunshine-draws]

"Won't you take my hand?"

∙⊱⋅ Hi! Hello! I would like to present my headcanons of the TWST characters and if their hands are warm or freezing cold like mine

∙⊱⋅Fluff, Headcanons, All students except for Grim

Heartslabyul

Riddle: He has cold hands. Dainty, cold hands. They're really pretty, don't get me wrong! He just chooses to cover them most of the time due to the poor blood circulation in them, making them forever cold. He wears mittens in the winter but gloves in public. Riddle doesn't like to admit he has cold hands, and if someone brings it up, they're in for a decapitation /hj. His hands are an overall 5/10 for holding, but 10/10 appearance-wise because it's cute when he wears mittens that have hedgehog patterns on them

Trey: This man has VERY warm hands. For some reason, they always smell like freshly baked goods and FEEL like something that just came out of an oven. His hands are relatively large, too! During the winter, just go up to him, grab his hands, and put them on your face. Just- Plop them on the sides of your face. Give it five minutes and your whole head will feel nice and warm. 100/10 would love to hold

Cater: Cater has warm hands, and are very fun to hold under normal circumstances. He'll take your hand in his, twirl you around, take a few selfies with you, and move on, but nothing extremely notable. However! All of his clones have REALLY cold hands. If Cater tries to tease you by surrounding you with clones, you can tell who the real one is by asking to hold hands with them. Cater is cute, I like him. His hands are 7/10 overall but are very comfy

Deuce: Also has cold hands, wears gloves to hide the fact. They're not as bad as Riddle, but they're significantly colder than Trey's. During the winter, I feel like he also wears fuzzy gloves and Ace pokes fun at him for it, but it's cute overall. His hands are very holdable otherwise, I rate them an 8/10

Ace: I am a simp. He automatically gets a 10/10.

JKJK— Ace has fairly warm hands! They're kinda calloused from his club, but his hands are super pretty! They're warm and comfy most of the time, but it depends on the weather since they could be really nice to hold at one moment, and then he would be trying to stick them on your back while you scream at how cold they are in the next. I love him, but he's a jerk.

... 7/10, but it's a 1000/10 for me because I'm down bad /hj

Savanaclaw

Leona: Leona has warm hands, that's all. Heavens knows if you're even able to get close enough to hold them to begin with, but his hands are TOASTY. Very large, warm hands. Am I biased? Yes. Absolutely. I want to hold Leona's hands very badly. 10/10. Chef's kiss. He would probably choke me if I tried holding his hands but it's okay /hj

Ruggie: His hands could be either-or. Most of the time they're warm, other times, they're just freezing and he's sticking them in his pockets to keep them warm. Ruggie also does the thing where he rubs his hands together when they get really cold, and I think it's cute because he tries to hide it when someone catches him. 7/10, but he gets a few bonus points because I'm biased and he's adorable

Jack: WARM HANDS!!! VERY BIG!!! COZY!!! AUGHH I WANNA HOLD THEM!!! Jack also has calloused hands, but they're SO comfy to hold. His hands are also MASSIVE, so he could just- Cover yours completely. Who needs mittens? You have Jack. I love Jack. Very good boy, 100/10. I am a simple woman. I want to hold Jack's hands and just keep them there.

Octavinelle

Azul: He has cold hands. Like Riddle, he doesn't like to admit it and tends to hide his hands in gloves. He claims that he wears them because it makes him look professional, but no. His hands are just VERY cold, and the Monstro Lounge has the AC going at full blast all the time, so he's shivering in the frickin lounge. Octopi live in warm waters. They can't handle the cold. Azul is trying his hardest, but his hands are a solid 3/10 at best, I'm sorry.

Jade: Jade also has cold hands, but they're not as bad as Azul's. It really depends on where he is, since they're usually warm when he goes out hiking, but their default state is most definitely cold. Jade's rather polite about it most of the time! He makes sure that he doesn't startle you by accidentally touching you with his... Bare, cold hands. I'm not sure what else I should say here, but I'm giving Jade a 5/10 overall, possibly a 6/10 because he's nice about it... Most of the time.

Floyd: Unlike Jade, Floyd has warm hands! They're calloused and rough, but significantly warmer than Azul's and Jade's combined. He sometimes gets pouty that he can't sneak up on people and shock them with freezing hands like Jade does (for troublemakers btw), so he occasionally just sticks them in a bucket of ice water to get the same effect. Floyd is a loose cannon. His hands are nice to hold when they're normal, but heaven forbid you fall victim to his ice bucket hands. 8/10 normally, 2/10 for the bucket hands.

Also! When the Leech twins pretend to be each other, you can figure out who is who by asking to hold their hands. Normally, the one with warmer hands is Floyd, unless they're super freezing. Otherwise... Yeah, that's still Floyd. Jade is the normal cold, Floyd turns into Elsa and laughs about it /hj

Scarabia

Kalim: WARM HANDS FOR THE SUNSHINE BOY. His hands are lovely. I love Kalim, and his hands are just the softest things you could ever imagine. Toasty marshmallows are what they are. I feel like Kalim ADORES taking your hand in his, keeping it nice and warm as you two walk. He definitely squeezes them whenever he gets excited too! Very sweet boy. He probably swings your arms while holding your hand and walking. 11/10 and like- A million points more for the enthusiasm

Jamil: Cold hands. Jamil has relatively cold hands. They’re usually warm because of the place he lives (both the Scalding Sands and Scarabia), but put him anywhere with air conditioning and his hands are as cold as ice. He is VERY temperature sensitive, and his hands can go from toasty to freezing after a few minutes. I have no idea what to rate them, so I'm giving him a 5/10

Pomefiore

Vil: Vil's hands are beautiful, but they're frigid most of the time. His hands are dainty and slender, but because of that, he has very little meat on there and the blood doesn't flow like a normal person's hands. They’re taken care of, his nails are gorgeous, and his palms are soft! The only issue is that he looks and feels like a corpse when he's sleeping— 9/10 only because they're freezing

Rook: I,,, Don’t know about him tbh 🧍 Rook's hands could be either-or. I think they're warm??? They seem like they're warm??? However, due to being a skilled huntsman, I feel like Rook can change his body temperature at will. You could either get nice warm hands to hold, or freezing hands that go along with his eerie smirk when he's trying to sneak up on you. ???/10, he kinda scares me- /hj

Epel: Warm hands! Epel's hands are definitely calloused and are a little red at the knuckles/palms. His hands are calming to hold, and even though they're smaller than most, he takes great pride when you hold his hand! Epel thinks that he can use this as an excuse to protect you while holding your hand, but in reality, they're just fun to squish and really pretty to look at. 9/10

Ignihyde

Idia: He has cold hands. Idia has very long, bony fingers, with little meat on them. His hands get cold easily, as does the rest of his body, so he just hides them in his hoodie. Idia's room is usually cold too, so that doesn't really help. The only part of him that's actually warm is... His hair. His hair feels like regular hair that was just blow-dried. I headcanon it just looks like it'll burn your hand off, but it just looks like that because of magic. Anyways, his hands are a 4.5/10 for me— They may look neat, but they're cold as heck.

Ortho: He is... A robot 🧍

OKOK IN ALL SERIOUSNESS! Ortho is made of metal, yes, but I feel like he has a function in there somewhere what lets him heat up and immitate body heat? Obviously he has sensors so that he doesn't overheat himself, but he can be warm when he wants to be! Ask to hold his hand and he'll warm it up for you! A very sweet boy, my son, I love him he's so precious. 10/10

Diasomnia

Lilia: Cold hands. He has freezing cold hands. Occasionally he just lays down in the middle of the most random places and pretends to be a corpse. Sebek has cried over him at least once, Malleus almost panicked at some point, Silver... Heck, Silver probably joins him idk- Lilia would ALSO stick his hands on your back, and giggle when you tense up at his ice blocks of fingers. 3/10 I'm sorry Lilia

Malleus: Malleus has large, pretty hands, but they're mostly cold unless he purposely heats them up himself with magic. His hands are beautiful and pale, with a slight blueish undertone? You can see some of his veins due to how blue they are and because of how pale his skin is. His hands are pretty, and if you want to hold them, he'll heat them up for you. 100/10 for you, but I doubt anyone else would be able to get close enough and would rate them a -5/10 because they just look freezing.

Silver: His are either-or. I feel like he normally has warm hands, but when he falls into a deep sleep, his body temperature drops SO low that he's also like a corpse. Like father like son, I guess? Anyways, Silver has big, pretty hands with both callouses and scars scattered on them. You would definitely feel safe if he held yours in his. 10/10 I want to hold onto his hands and never let go.

Sebek: He CLAIMS to have extremely warm hands, but his hands are lukewarm at best /affectionate. Sebek's hands are large and rough, also covered in callouses/scars. His hands could either be nice and warm, or freezing cold depending on where he is. 6/10, he's trying his best

[decepticondolly]

I need a swerve housewife NOW

I could treat him right; I swear I could. I'd go out and buy him frilly little things to wear, bring him a new platter of energon treats every other day; but of course, he'd still be able to run his bar. I'd never rip my wife away from his passion. Movie night is officially every night with a new selection each week; one or two from each of his favorite genres.

And every so often I'd absolutely plow him until his mind boggles, and he can't even ramble. I mean, look at him. He's so holdable, you're telling me you wouldn't bend that bartender over and go ham, given the chance? I'd suck his schloing silly style, get crazy with it.

I don't even have a gearshift, but I'd most definitely figure it out. I'll be inside that beautiful bot one way or another.

[mobilis-in-mobili]

An Incomplete List: Things I love about HRH Prince Thomas of Tumblr

The fact of how you swear so much although you do it sometimes to convey affection (okay sometimes is an understatement but don't you ever stop)

How you own a fucking Switch and yet Mario Kart is one of your favourite games cause you absolutely butcher Rainbow Road when you get down to it

The way you look in your hoodie (that you stole from your dad) which is equal parts nerdy and dorky and how that is so fucking cute it sometimes makes me want to push you against a wall

How you hate the fact that cameras are insufficient to capture what you see that you came up with a fucking working hypothesis for bionic eyes

How ineffably holdable your hands look when you spam me photos of Schwifty

Everything I get about why I even try cause you're here

How you think Red Lightsabers are better (wrong) just cause they go well with your idea of evil working for good or something equally dichotomous and pretentious (and your hair)

How you try doing the tough guy thing at times but you're a complete fucking cheeseball on the inside

How you love movies that are bigger on the inside and how you concise them in the best way so much so that IMDB has a hard time creating better spoiler free blurbs (I still remember the Fight Club one - Brad Pitt being unbearably hot and wearing cool sunglasses and tank tops and beating the shit out of an insomniac)

How you said you'd still love me if I were a worm

The fact that you're a dreamer, and you don't let the constraints of the world stop you. How you think of worlds beyond our own where we're allowed to be us and be okay

How you still choose to be kind to the world although it hasn't been so to you

How you sometimes left stuff in my inbox for me to read like a cat leaving a rat at your doorstep

How that stuff made me cry because of how it made me feel

The fact that you added "Futile Devices" onto the playlist you made for me and how sometimes I read Call Me By Your Name (the song's from the movie, you know that) and just laugh a little at how beautiful it is to me

How you indulge in me being silly and don't hate me for that

The fact that everything that is us started from probably a simple reblog

How wonderfully right your height is just enough for me to bend down and kiss your forehead

How they make you really flustered at times and I don't understand what my heart means at times when you say things to me that I thought I never would know inside out

The fact that I loved you all along.