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✨🏳️🌈 Pride month 🏳️🌈✨
Happy pride month fellas ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜
Last year I did lgbtq+ bear doodles, and this year I did more of em ✨
(I wanna make pride month bear doodles a yearly tradition 🐻❄️🐻🐼)
magic anon Ragatha is a cat girl for three ask x3
THANX YOU FOR THE FOOD ❤️❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💕
(GRAZIE PER IL CIBO ❤️❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕)
Here's the lee!Zooble request someone asked me for!
Note to @alechans-cutetickles; sorry that this isn't the exact scenario you asked for!, I don't have motivation for comic strips- but I DID keep it focused on their hands :D (also I'm sorry it looks like absolute dog shit this is my first time drawing zooble 💀)
Meemaw Bucchi should meet meemaw Felmier, both grandsons are in the same sport team, imagine both of them on the stadium with a shirt of them and screaming at the top of their lungs to crush the enemy team!
Oh... Oh God... OH MY GOD......
I need to draw this!!!!!!!!
All I can think about is them fighting/scolding anyone who had the AUDACY to stop them or shout louder than them.
This is an adorable picture of my precious, precious boy that I commissioned from DT @drawthething (@drawthethingdoppelganger ) and it turned out better than I ever could have asked for! My Shiba is a spoiled prince and DT captured his essence perfectly.
DT is currently open for commissions and does amazing, unique, and colorful art. Do yourself a favor and check out @drawthething even if you're not looking to commission anyone. The art alone is worth checking out!
THE END IS IN SIGHT
#MyLaurieWeek Day 6: Dreaming
Teen girl be having teen girl dreams, simple as.
Rest well Laurie, I'm sure you'll find that perfect boy someday!
Sukuna assimilating to you
Synopsis: After discovering that Sukuna has been wide awake every time you nap together, you become embarrassed around him.
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It is a scientific fact that when we are around people we love and trust, while in a healthy relationship, the release of oxytocin makes us sleepy.
Sukuna does not need sleep. He is the king of curses, able to continuously use his technique without ever becoming exhausted. When you first suggested that his chambers were "perfect for napping", he had simply raised a brow and considered what that could possibly mean.
You are like a weak creature to him. A kitten or perhaps a rabbit. And since you are never safer than when you are in his presence, you frequently find yourself growing sleepy when you are around him.
Throughout your strange relationship with the king, something that you loved most, is that there never needs to be words exchanged between the two of you. You were both contented to sit in silence. Frequently dozing off together, or so you thought.
You caught on eventually, that he was always awake before you. That his breathing pattern never really changed. That his face never relaxed more than it would if he had simply been sitting with his eyes closed.
One morning, after having stayed the night sleeping, you mumbled to him, "How is it you're always awake before I?"
He rose a brow at you, his upper set of eyes were looking into yours, the lower staring at how you lay across his bed sheets.
"I do not know your meaning." He grumbled out.
You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You never sleep in longer than I do, one day I would like to wake up before you."
"I never sleep at all." He stated before you had even really finished your sentace.
"What?" Your breathy outburst echoed slightly in his bed chamber, "What do you mean you don't sleep?"
"I do not require such things." He turned his torso now toward you, all four eyes studying your face, you had quickly sprung up, seemingly miffed.
"So... so all this time, you've just been... laying there while I've been sleeping?"
"I suppose I have, I do not see how this matters in the slightest." "It matters because I've been... It's just been a big waste of time for you. Sukuna you should have said something." You're upset, he can tell. Your face is scrunched up, your blood is pounding in your veins. Sukuna, however, does not know what to say in this situation.
In all honesty, he figured you knew and were just including him. Did you really think he was that weak? Or could you simply not conceive of a restless existence? Whatever the answer, he had no response for you, expecting a shrug of the shoulders- you he would discover, would not so easily let go of things.
And how humiliated you were. How many HOURS had you spent sleeping with him, within his grasp, in his space for him to have been conscious the whole time? You tried thinking back, attempting to recall a time you had requested a nap when he was uninterested.
He had never uttered a word about it. Never turned you down. Sukuna was not a kind king, he rarely ever did things that were not out of necessity, and he certainly did not do things he didn't like. That, at least, was consolation. You knew he had not been suffering for your sake, but even so, it was embarrassing.
Sukuna, still, could not understand your sheepishness about the subject. He did not care to explain that time works differently for him, that his mind is not so simple as yours and does not require entertainment all the time, that he could sit still for years and not be bothered, and frequently did before you came along.
He assumed you would get over it quickly. In your time as well as his. But days passed and he rarely saw you. You took your dinner with other people of the palace and spoke with him in the most cordial manner. One night, he informed Uraume that they needed to prepare a dish suited for you, something that would entice you, and serve it to him.
He figured this would bring you crawling back to him, tail between your legs. Yet, you did not budge.
Odd.
You were wallowing. You knew it. He did not care to spend time, what? Watching you sleep? Of course, he wouldn't, but it hurt your pride, to know you had been taking up such huge chunks of time lazing about in his presence. Well, not anymore. You slept in your chamber and your chamber alone. Gone were the days of blankets on the engawa, gone were the days of resting beneath the kotatsu while laying your head in his lap, gone were the days of sharing his bed.
If ever he wished for someone to share his bed, he had a whole cast of concubines, though you knew they were never of any use to him, they were mostly just house staff with a fancy title.
The evening he finally decided enough was enough, you were in the washhouse doing laundry.
Your back was arched over a bin full of soapy water. Your hands working tirelessly on some cloth.
"Have you not circumvented me enough?" He spoke in a low and slow tone.
"Lord Sukuna." You bowed, clothing in your hands, suds up your forearms, you bent your neck as to not look at him.
"You will reply now." He raised a brow, watching your hands quietly splash in the washbin.
"Was there something you would like me to assist to?" You questioned. Your head was full of possible reasons for what the king meant by seeking you out personally.
"Do you believe that by not sleeping in my presence I would come to believe you do not require rest?" He spoke in an unserious tone, eyes unblinking.
"No, my lord." Now what was he playing at? Of course that wasn't your intention.
"Then you hide yourself from me because you no longer have time for your king, I suppose." He mused.
Oh, for heaven's sake, "No, my lord."
"I see," He bent down to look you dead in the eyes, "So, you must no longer crave my occupancy of your space. You must not desire my hand running through your hair? I suppose you have tired of staying in my chambers?" His tone remained deep but his eyes were dead serious now.
"I-" You began, but suddenly you felt the urge to cough, swallowing you tried again, "I wished not to preoccupy so much of your time."
"And you made this decision without enlightening your king."
You said nothing.
"You will eat with me tonight, you shall stay in my chambers henceforth." He rose in record speed, turning without a second glance your way, maids were staring wide-eyed at the king of curses as he halted at the entrance of the washhouse. You could not see, but there was finality in his voice.
"I wish not to waste-" You were cut off by Sukunas voice, his broad back still facing you.
"Your wishes do not interest me now, so it seems. It is my wish for you to spend your time with me." His steps resounded through the compound, your face slack.
The maids smirked, and with shocked faces, side-eyed one another. A couple entered the washhouse giving you big open-mouthed smiles, and patted your shoulder as they passed.
That night Uraume made something you would go on to beg them to make for years to come. And when Sukuna pulled you prone from your seated position on his bed, he took a firm fingertip and stroked the space between your eyes, one of his enormous hands encircling your skull and massaging your temples with his thumb and ring fingers. He traced the bridge of your nose to your forehead, the way you would stroke a cat.
Perhaps he thought this would induce drowsiness but all it did was make you feel all floaty inside at his silliness.
And for the first time since that night, you slept alongside him. Within his embrace, and when you awoke, Sukuna's eyes were closed.
A switcheroo! Happy autumn :) insp under the cut
hello!! i have yet another snippet :D! this one is based of one of my au’s, the boy and the whirlwind(s)! the basic premise is that nameless bard not only befriends wispti, but nearly the entirety of the wisp population!
apologies if the formatting is weird!
“May I ask you a question?” Amos says, fiddling with the tip of the arrowhead.
“Of course.”
“You are friends with all of these spirits, correct?” She asks. She does not continue until Cecil nods. “Then, could I inquire about which one is your favorite?”
“Favorite—?” Cecil murmurs, before his eyes widen. He holds his hands up, palms facing Amos, and waves them furiously. “I-I do not have a favorite! I love all of them equally. Swear on my life!”
He is so sincere about it, too. With the light dusting of pink now decorating his face, and how he stammers out his protests, Amos would almost believe that he is telling the truth.
Except…
The wind spirits give him away nigh instantly.
As if they were one in the same, each wind spirit in the room turns to look at the singular spirit sat upon Cecil’s right shoulder.
(This spirit’s name is… Venti, if Amos is remembering correctly.)
Venti themself has puffed their chest out in pride. Wings fluttering happily as Cecil continues to stutter and stammer.
“I see…” She murmurs, expression blank as she tries to hide her amusement. “A shame, then. I think my favorite would be the one on your shoulder.”
Cecil stills, staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes. A small, “huh?”, escapes from his mouth.
Venti, on the other hand, is giving her the dirtiest look she has ever seen on a wind spirit.
Wind spirits have never been known for their possessiveness. In fact, it is quite the opposite—they go where they please, and do what they please. Never once stopping to settle down and choose a favorite.
Yet Cecil went and found himself a wind spirit who would rather bite someone’s hand than pretend to share.
Amos giggles. Pretends to fiddle with the arrow.
“I jest, of course.” She says.
Venti settles back into Cecil’s shoulder with a satisfied coo, while Cecil himself sighs. He holds his hands out, waits for Venti to plop themselves onto them, then brings Venti up to his face. Ever so gently, he presses his nose against the top of the spirit’s head.
“Was it that obvious…?” He laments. “Do I need to do a better job of not showing outward favoritism?”
“The spirits gave you away.”
Cecil moves Venti above his head, then thumps against the table. A few of the spirits who were hovering near him float closer, gently prodding at his figure.
“Of course they did,” he sighs. The spirits tug at his hair.
accidentally wrote another longer-than-a-drabble somft codywan drabble the other day and thought I'd share <3
The morning after their first time, Cody wakes up first and just... stares at Obi-Wan. They didn't close the drapes the night before so the artificial Coruscant sun illuminates Obi-Wan who's lying prone beside Cody, one arm thrown over Cody's belly. He wants to touch him. All his freckles. Scars and blemishes. Areas where his skin folds up. The hair that covers him from head to toe.
He doesn't know if it's okay. They did an awful lot of touching last night. They said a lot of things and somehow nothing at all. So he doesn't know if this is okay. If he can touch now. The morning after. If maybe he could touch... forever.
When Obi-Wan wakes up, it's with an undistinguished snort and a long yawn that cracks three times. He stretches through it and folds himself into Cody, seemingly searching him for warmth the sun and blankets are not providing. Or maybe... he wants to touch too.
"Mrrgm," he says intelligibly against Cody's neck and then inhales deeply, fingers curling around Cody's ribs.
Cody's own fingers itch.
He refrains.
"'kay?" Obi-Wan asks. Half asleep and voice rumbly deep, he's somehow a mixture of adorable and unbearably sexy. Cody's heart throbs.
"Could I," Cody swallows, "touch you?"
He can feel a smile curl against his neck. "Already wanting to go for another round?"
"No. I mean yes but- no." He might be blushing. He does want but that's not- "I meant- touching. Just. Could I?"
Obi-Wan seems to wake up considerably at his bumbling. "Touch me," he says earnest and soft.
Cody does. Oh, he does. He finds Obi-Wan's hand with his own. Gently cups slender but square, worn fingers in his own. Rubs his thumb down the grooves of skin. He knows these hands. He's watched them do a million things a million times. And now he's holding it. He's holding him.
Obi-Wan seems to sense that he needs a moment to his thoughts. But the moment comes and goes with his soft breathing. "Alright?" he says.
Cody nods. Emotions are churning in his chest loud and muddled and distinct all the same. He knows what they're saying.
He said it last night, out loud, probably a few times. The euphoria of it is blurred.
That was different.
And this feels different.
Softer. Gentler. More... vividly earnest.
"I love you."
Obi-Wan exhales shakily then kisses his neck two lingering times. "And I love you. My Cody."
Do you guys see the vision
"Uhhh, whatcha got there, Euphrasie?"
"The reports!"
Super tiny Mycena Roseoflava.
Photographed by cyanesense