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20+ x chubby reader writer. Can be found on A03 under PhilistiniPhagotinni. SFW&NSFW, proceed with caution. No requests. Minors DO NOT interact, you will be blocked. Please do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.
Call me Nagi. 20+ x chubby reader writer. Multi-fandom blog. Self shipper, mostly non-sharing/selective sharing. 18+ blog. F/O List. Minors please do not interact with me or any of my works, you will be blocked.
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The banana bread currently baking in your oven made your kitchen smell absolutely divine.
You couldn’t help but linger around the kitchen, impatiently waiting for your latest creation to cook in the oven. Your mouth was already salivating from the fresh, sweet scent that tickled your nose with each deep breath you took. It was almost taunting you as you idled around your kitchen, eyes glued the oven as you tapped your fingers against the plush skin of your arms, practically counting down the seconds.
You stared at the closed oven door for a long moment, silently gnawing on the dry skin that clung to the corners of your plump lips. This was the first time you had made banana bread. It was a lot more simple than you realised and your favourite part had been mashing the ripe bananas in a bowl before mixing everything together with a large, wooden spoon. You fretted a little while you waited, sending a prayer to the higher heavens that it would come out okay. Your small anxiety started to eat away at your nerves the longer you waited.
Perhaps you could crack open the door and chance a small peek? Just to make sure it was okay and that it was rising properly. Surely, there would be no harm in having just a smidge of a glimpse? You crept toward your oven, raising your hand to reach for the oven door. Before your fingertips could even graze the handle, your cooking partner finally decided to speak up.
“Don’t even think about it” Mydei said with a firm tone. “Leave it alone.”
Your shoulders jumped up to your ears in surprise, a sharp breath whistling through your teeth as you gasped. You immediately snatched your hands back like something had just burned you and you quickly whipped your body around to face the almighty Prince Mydeimos. A pensive frown was etched onto his lips, strong arms folded across his broad chest as he stared fiercely at you. He lost a fraction of that intimidating aura when you were reminded of the frilly pink apron he was wearing over his regular attire, the pink cotton creating a stark contrast against the cold gold of his armour. You had to swallow the smile that wanted to worm its way onto your face. It failed and you didn’t notice that your lips quivered into a wobbly smile as you tried to regain your composure.
“I just wanted to check on it” you said, curling a strand of your hair around your fingertip before tucking it behind the curve of your ear. “Just to make sure it was alright.”
Mydei’s gaze softened a fraction but the stern look etched onto his features did not ease yet. “You’ve done all you can” he replied. “Just trust the process and do not disturb it.”
A small little huff blew out from your nose. You had asked Mydei to help you bake today as a way to spend more time with him, knowing that he liked to cook and bake in his spare time. You hadn’t baked for years and you thought it was a great opportunity to get back into it. You hadn’t realised just how stern Mydei was in the kitchen. He reminded you a little bit of a drill sergeant when he was giving you all the measurements of the ingredients. Still, you really appreciated his help.
You couldn’t help but wring your hands together as you tried to calm your nerves and occupy your thoughts with something else. Mydei noticed the nervous tick and with a small sigh he lowered his arms, clearing his throat as he tipped his head to the side.
“If you want something to do, then come help dry all these dishes.”
You nodded your head along, a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you slowly approached the sink. You had told Mydei to leave it alone and that you would clean up afterwards, but he had insisted that he would clean the dishes for you. You grabbed a spare dry cloth as you stepped up beside Mydei and he took up his previous task of cleaning the dishes.
Minutes continued to tick by and the smell of freshly baked bread became stronger. You swallowed thickly and your stomach was rumbling softly in protest. You couldn’t wait to eat it. Your gaze travelled over to Mydei as you dried a bowl, your eyes slowly wandering up and down his form. A coy smile tugged at your lips as you admired him, silently enjoying how taut the fabric of the apron was pulled over the muscles of his chest and the material clung to his figure, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. It was truly a sight to behold. You playfully bumped your pudgy hip into his side, a soft giggle falling from the plush seam of your lips when Mydei turned his head and shot you a quizzical look.
“You look good in an apron~” you teased with a coy grin.
Mydei’s eyebrows slowly crept up towards his hairline in response. He slowly dragged his gaze over you. You wore the exact same apron he was wearing, pink frills and all. It clung to your curvy figure, the front lightly dusted with sprinkles of flour and a hint of batter. You looked utterly adorable in it with your pudgy waist outlined by the material as the thin string holding it together clung to the curve of your wide hips. A smile tugged at Mydei’s lips.
“You look good too” he replied. “It suits you.”
The sincerity in his voice almost made you choke on the very air you were breathing. You sputtered and stumbled over your words, a hot flush rising to the swell of your round cheeks as your long lashes fluttered wildly over the hot skin. You weren’t expecting such an honest response from him and it took a moment for you to quell the frantic beat of your heart as your stomach bundled up in a flustered knot. You briefly wondered if he had done that on purpose just to fluster you. You playfully bumped your hip into him again. And he playfully pushed back, until you were giggling and batting your hand against his shoulder to get him to stop.
At least you were now completely distracted and nearly forgot all about your banana bread, until the timer finally went off with a loud chime.
You were startled awake by the gentle rock of the boat as waves lapped at the hull. Long lashes fluttered over the round swell of your cheeks as you peeled your bleary eyes open, light invading your vision as you immediately regretted your decision. Now that you were once again conscious, you were reminded of the awful period cramps swirling in the pit of your stomach. The pain flared up immediately, almost knocking the wind straight out of your lungs as a loud and irritated groan fell from the plump seam of your lips. Your nose scrunched up as you continued to stir, a hand placed on your aching stomach as you curled a little bit in on yourself.
“Ah, you’re finally awake.”
Amidst you lamenting about the current pain you were feeling you cast your gaze upwards, blinking owlishly at the sight of Il Dottore filling your vision. The beak of his mask was tipped down at you, indicating that his eyes were focused on you beneath the darkness of the mask obscuring half of his face. It took your hazy mind a long moment to recall that not long after taking some pain relief, you took a nap, using Dottore’s lap as your own personal pillow while you slept away most of the boat ride to Sumeru. Your hair spilled over his thighs as you turned your head, the swell of your chubby cheek squished into his leg as you tried to shift into a more comfortable position. Nothing seemed to alleviate the pain flaring up in your abdomen. You’re starting to think that the pain medications were wearing off.
“Dottore” you mumbled. “How long was I out for?”
“Oh a few hours” he replied.
Long, gloved fingers twisted into your soft curls of hair, effortlessly carding through the silky strands as you took another moment to further gather your bearings. You could smell the scent of vanilla clinging to his clothes with your nose pressed so close to his stomach. You were tempted to bury your face further in an attempt to retreat from the pain as it spread from your abdomen to the rest of your body. Your nose scrunched up again, your eyelid twitching in irritation as a small huff puffed up your cheeks and blew from your nose in a loud rush. You think you’re about to start sobbing soon if the pain doesn't go away. You turned your head once more, dragging your hand down your forehead as you dig your fingers under your tired eyes to rub away the sleep. Dottore continued to idly read from the book in his hand, eyes occasionally flickering back down to you when he turned the page with a sharp rasp.
“How are you feeling now?” Dottore asked, breaking the silence.
“I don’t think my impromptu nap helped” you lamented. “I feel like my uterus is trying to evacuate my body.”
“Truly? You seemed fine just now as you slept. You snored, but that’s normal.”
You scoffed, dragging your hand further down your face so you could peek at Dottore from between the gaps of your fingers.
“I do not snore” you grumbled beneath your breath.
The sound that stirred in the back of Dottore’s throat indicated that he did not agree with you. “You do” he corrected. “Especially when you’re exhausted.”
Your eyes narrowed as you squinted up at the doctor and the way his thin lips were tilted with the faintest hint of amusement at your huff of indignation.
“Doctor, are you teasing me? That’s not very nice when I’m in this much pain.”
“And what else would you have me do? You can’t take any more pain medication for another hour.”
Hearing that made your heart sink a little, a sad pout tugging at your lips. You were ready to start popping tablets like they were candy as the pain in your stomach continued to stir and churn. A long sigh fell from your mouth as you silently sulked. You gave the Doctor a thoughtful look as he continued to read.
“Is there any way I can…telepathically project my period cramps onto someone else so I don’t have to deal with this? Like, can I give my period pain to Regrator? Or possibly Childe? He beat me at cards again the other night.”
Dottore snorted at the ridiculousness of your idea. His amusement made you laugh too at the absurdity of your idea. Laughing made you feel a little bit better but the smile stretching your lips quickly faded as your ribs ached from your bout of giggles and your stomach twisted with an uncomfortable knot.
“Ugh, even laughter hurts” you groaned.
The hairs on the nape of your neck stood up as Dottore pet your hair in a soothing motion, a subtle movement to help keep you calm and silently remind you to take a few deep breaths. You settled not long after, eyelids feeling heavy again as you listened to the water lapping at the ship sailing on the waves and the distant sound of birds as you grew closer to the shore. You were always silently amazed at how Dottore seemed around you, given his personality. He always seemed to have a little room for you in his heart, despite how deep it was buried.
“You should get some more rest” Dottore suggested. “I’ll wake you when it’s time for you to take your medications.”
“Doctor’s orders?” you joked with a light smile.
You squealed as Dottore untangled his fingers from your hair and pinched your plump cheek between his fingers, tugging on the skin in silent retaliation for the quips you always give him.
“You must be feeling better if you’re clowning around like this” he responded with a lilt of amusement seeping into his voice.
You playfully batted his hand away with a soft huff, unable to contain the smile stretching your lips as you let your eyes slip shut. Dottore’s hand ended up tangled in your hair again as you settled, your face turning towards his stomach as you scooted a little closer. There wasn’t a lot of room on this awkward little bench in the cabin but you did your best to try and make it work in your favour.
cw. fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader, chubby reader
The old radio in your apartment is playing a soft tune. It kept you company while you cooked breakfast. You hummed along to the song that was playing, taking a small break from your cooking to take a long sip of your coffee before getting back into it. You did your best to be quiet, not wishing to disturb your partner as he slept in, but you didn’t doubt that he’d wake up soon to the smell of crispy bacon sizzling in the pan.
Soft rays of sunshine filtered through the kitchen window, bathing your plump skin in its warm glow as a new day dawned over New Eridu. Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t close to the main street so the sound of car engines and screaming school children was but a distant murmur, easily tuned out by the radio as it kicked over to the next song. You perked up when the radio announcer called the title of the next song and you scooted closer to it just to turn up the volume dial a smidge.
Your head immediately started bopping to the tune, your voice soft as you sang along to the familiar lyrics. Your kitchen turned into your stage as you sang along, soft strands of hair fluttering over your shoulder as you twisted your wide hips and tapped your fingers against your thick thighs to the beat. At one point, you pretended the spoon in your mug of coffee was a microphone as you sang along to the catchy beat. The sound of your slippers scuffling along the floorboards was drowned out by your passionate, off key singing as you continued to sway from side to side. You added a little spin to your dance just for some extra flair and you couldn’t help but giggle as the spin made your head feel a little dizzy. You spun once more to go fish for some clean utensils out of the drawer, your movements coming to a complete halt as you gasped sharply. Your eyes went wide, your long lashes fluttering over the round swell of your hot cheeks as your singing died in your throat.
“Hugo!”
Hugo sat on the other side of the kitchen counter, elbow against the top and cheek pressed into the palm of his hand. A slow smile spread across his face, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling like gems in the morning light as one of his fangs peeked from the top of his lips. Dark circles lingered under his eyes, his long blond hair untied and golden strands haphazardly falling across his forehead. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed.
“Good morning dear” he chimed, voice still thick with sleep when he greeted you.
Heat continued to consume your face, the plush seam of your lips pressed into a wobbly line as you swallowed the flustered noise that wanted to crawl out of your throat. Embarrassment twisted in the pit of your stomach, the tip of your tongue timidly licking your lips as you swallowed the uncomfortable lump in your parched throat.
“How-How long have you been sitting there?” you asked.
You sounded a little hopeful. Hopeful that he didn’t see you making a complete fool of yourself. Hugo smiled back at you, pressing more of his cheek into his hand and long fingers curling over his face as he looked at you with dazed eyes. He hummed softly in thought, the sound stirring in his chest and making you wring your fingers together as you silently fretted.
“Long enough to enjoy your performance.”
You groaned softly, nose crinkling and shoulders sagging when you realised he had witnessed the whole thing. When he first woke up to the music pouring from the radio, he crept down the hallways like a wraith, staying completely silent the entire time before you broke out into song and dance. He didn’t have the heart to stop you. You looked like you had been enjoying yourself. Instead, he simply slipped into a chair and waited for you to notice him. He didn’t expect to be treated by an entire performance. He had enjoyed how carefree you were, a merry tune falling from your lips and a natural rhythm as you swayed your sumptuous body along to the music. He thought it was quite cute, watching you scoot around the kitchen in your sleepwear, fuzzy socks and slippers included, like you were some sort of pop idol on stage. It warmed his heart to see you with your guard completely down and how you acted when you thought no one was watching. He adored this quirky, unique side of you.
A flustered noise suddenly crawled out of your throat, tapering off into a whine of embarrassment. You covered your face with your hands, cupping your chubby cheeks as your skin burned under your touch. You peeked at Hugo through the gaps of your fingers.
“I’m so embarrassed” you whined. “Please, forget you saw anything.”
Without waiting for his response you turned your back on him, completely forgetting why you had turned around in the first place as you stalked back over to the stove top. Luckily, none of your food had been burnt. You tried to preoccupy yourself with finishing breakfast, nerves still eating away at you as you tried to expel the embarrassing thoughts from your mind. You must have looked like such a fool. You heard the chair legs scraping softly against the floor as Hugo stood up and approached. He called your name. You did not answer.
“Darling?” he asked as he got closer.
You still ignored him. You gasped softly as you felt his presence behind you. He wrapped his arms around your plump waist, hands resting on your soft stomach as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. You could feel his warm breath caress the shell of your ear, making the hairs on the nape of your neck stand to attention as a shiver ran down the notches of your spine.
“Darling?” he cooed.
“What?” you grumbled as you flipped a rash of bacon.
Hugo tried to get a peek of your face, but judging by how hot your skin was pressed against his cheek, he knew that you were still flustered. He brushed a lock of your hair behind the curve of your ear before his fingers hooked around your chin and tipped your head in his direction.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed” he mumbled, brushing his thumb under your eye. “I found it quite endearing.”
A deep frown still tugged at the plush seam of your lips. A frown that turned into a soft pout when Hugo pinched your chubby cheek between his fingers and tugged until your frown was gone.
“It is embarrassing” you argued. “I probably looked like an idiot.”
“No, you didn’t” Hugo reassured.
He hugged you around your plush waist tighter, moving you away from the stove so he had more room to encourage you to turn around. You immediately buried your face into his chest with a soft groan, embarrassment still lingering in your system as you were folded further into Hugo’s arms. A warm chuckle breezed past his lips as he rubbed his hand along your back, trying to coax you into relaxing.
“You have nothing to worry about” Hugo said. “You looked quite cute sliding around in your fuzzy slippers.”
You raised your head, resting your chin on Hugo’s chest as you peaked up at him beneath your thick lashes. Being called cute lightened your mood a little.
“Really?”
“Really” Hugo reassured.
You were now preening a little under his attention. You weren’t so embarrassed now. Hugo had a way with his words and you were always so easily charmed by them, or flustered, depending on his mood. You were glad that he chose the former, rather than the latter after witnessing your morning show. You hugged him for a little longer, enjoying the scent of vanilla that still clung to his clothes. You tried to return to the stove to finish making breakfast but with a little encouragement, Hugo made you hand over the utensils to him.
“Let me finish making breakfast” he said, words whispered into your hair as he kissed the top of your head. “You go sit down and enjoy your coffee.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but all that came out was a delighted squeal as Hugo spun you in a circle, pulling you back briefly to plant another kiss on the swell of your cheek before letting you go. You giggled as you trotted over to the chair, swapping positions with Hugo as he finished making the rest of breakfast.
cw. fluff, established relationship, female reader, chubby reader
You had to buy a dress for your friend’s wedding. It was still a few weeks away but you decided to try and be prepared now instead of rushing around at the last minute. Nothing in your wardrobe suited the theme of summer dresses and warm, earth colours. You didn’t even have good shoes to wear. You had to start from scratch. You had to buy something new for the occasion.
Once you had expressed this to Canterella, she wasted no time in dragging you along through the crowded streets of Ragunna, visiting high end boutiques and fashion parlours to find something that was just right for you. You think you’re onto the fourth shop for today, teetering dangerously close to entering a fifth as you stood awkwardly in the corner of the fashion boutique, wringing your hands and pressing out the wrinkles in your clothes as you silently fretted over your appearance. Being surrounded by such expensive clothes and finery made you feel a little nervous. The stares of others in the store as they passed you by did little to help calm your nerves. You knew they were sticking their noses up at you, wondering why someone like you was in a place like this. You stuck out like a sore thumb. Before your mind could start spiralling further down and make your stomach shift itself into nauseous knots, Cantarella’s voice broke through the silence.
“No, that will not do.”
You lifted your gaze, finding your girlfriend sorting through a clothes rack and berating the poor assistant that was trying to help her while she was at it. A long and flowing dress was clasped between her delicate fingers, the material looking so silky smooth to the touch as she pinched the fabric with her slender digits. Her brows were furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line as she raised her chin and continued to speak.
“What is the meaning of this? This is the biggest size you have?”
The assistant she was speaking to started to sputter under Cantarella’s intense stare. Your girlfriend raised a delicate, questioning eyebrow when the girl plucked up the courage and stumbled over her words.
“Well, you see madam Fiscalia, this style of dress doesn’t quite suit…”
She stopped herself short before she could finish that sentence, her gaze flickering over to you standing behind Cantarella. The uneasy coil in your stomach made its way to your throat and when you swallowed it was audible, making your ears itch from the pathetic sound. Cantarella’s mood did not improve. She clicked her tongue behind her teeth in disdain, the dress in her hands now dangling over the assistant’s hands as it was hurriedly shoved into her arms.
“I don’t care for excuses” Cantarella replied with a low, dull tone. “Either find something suitable for my partner or don’t show your face around me again.”
The assistant was quick with a rushed apology, bowing at an awkward angle before rushing down the next aisle to escape Cantarella’s wrath. Her sharp gaze followed her until she disappeared out of sight. With a long drawn out sigh, she continued sorting through the rack of dresses in front of her. You could hear her muttering to herself as you approached, the metal clothes hanger screeching in abject horror as she pushed it from one end to the other without a care, eyes scanning the dresses as she culled them one by one.
“Too dull” she mumbled, pushing the dress out of her way and onto the next one. “Too short. Too small. Ugh, much too tacky. Too casual. Not casual enough. Again, not the right size.”
She stopped mumbling to herself when she felt you stand behind her, your plump body squishing into her side as you joined her. You hooked your chin onto her shoulder, watching her work as she finished this rack of dresses and immediately started with the next. You hummed in thought.
“Maybe taking you shopping wasn’t such a good idea” you joked, trying to lighten her sullen mood a little. “I didn’t realise you were going to be so…”
You trailed off, trying to find the right word to describe her attitude. Canterella cast her gaze to you.
“Picky?” she guessed.
“Particular” you corrected.
A soft sigh blew past the seam of her lips as she tipped her head, her cheek squishing into the soft swell of your own chubby cheek as the tension from her shoulders started to ease.
“I will accept nothing less than perfection for you, my darling sweetheart.”
Her words made you giggle softly, your chest feeling light and giddy. You moved from her and started to help her sort through the clothes, hoping that something would catch your eye soon. You knew it was hard to find clothes in the right size for you and when Cantarella suggested that she simply get your clothes tailor made, you argued that you didn’t want to upstage the bride at her own wedding. You continued to skim through the clothes, a flutter of elation pulsing through your veins when one of the dresses caught your eyes. The flowy, summer dress was beige and brown, immediately ticking the first box of being the right colour for the wedding theme. You checked the size and it felt like your heart was about to leap out of your throat. You immediately grabbed it off the rack.
“What about this one!” you exclaimed as you held up the dress next to you.
Cantarella turned her head in your direction. She hummed in thought, eyes slightly narrowed as her scrutinising gaze roved up and down the dress. She was staring a little too hard at it and for a bit too long. You jumped in before she could say anything.
“Give it a chance?” you asked, before adding “Please?”
Cantarella nodded along as she relented. “Go try it on.”
You headed in the direction of the change rooms, Cantarella following along not long after as you closed the curtain to the small cubicle and changed your clothes. You avoided looking into the mirror until the dress was on, the material soft under your touch as you pulled it over your body and adjusted the sleeves. You checked yourself over in the mirror, smoothing down the material with your hands as you fiddled with the neck line of the dress. It fit your big body perfectly. It didn’t pinch in any awkward places. It didn’t feel tight around your big arms nor your chunky waist. The skirt of the dress flowed down your chubby hips and stopped at your ankles. The material was light and would be perfect for a warm, Ragunna day. You were so chuffed with yourself you almost completely forgot that you had to show Cantarella as well. You poked your head out of the curtain to find Cantarella still patiently waiting for you.
“Well?” she prompted with a curve of her lips.
You smiled before pulling back the curtain and stepping out of the dressing room. “It fits!” you say proudly.
Cantarella’s gaze slowly dragged over your form from head to toe as you flaunted off the dress, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she appreciated the dress on you. She raised her pointer finger and drew a small circle in the air, silently signalling for you to twirl on the spot. You happily obliged, spinning around as the material of the dress flowed with you. She hummed appreciatively, adoring how the dress complimented your curves and accentuated your natural beauty. It was almost perfect. Something was still missing though.
“It needs a little something more” Cantarella mused, the tip of her nail tapping her chin in thought.
Her eyes flitted about her surroundings until they landed on a mannequin to her right. An idea sparked in her head as she approached it. She took the wide brim straw hat and light sunglasses from the mannequin, deciding that it would be far better suited for you as she turned to you with a smile. She placed the straw hat on top of your head, sliding the sunglasses into place next before she took a step back to admire her genius. Now it was perfect. Cantarella spun you towards the mirror, hands placed on your shoulders as she awaited your approval.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
Your mouth was ajar as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. “I love it” you replied with a cheery smile.
Cantarella hugged you around your soft, plump middle, staring at your reflection in the mirror as she continued to admire the outfit. You giggled when her lips brushed against the swell of your warm cheek, leaving behind a faint purple lip print that she swiped away with her thumb. You raised your hand and slowly pat her arm.
“Now all we need is to find your outfit” you chimed.
Canterella raised an eyebrow, a smile still curving her lips. “Oh, am I invited as well?”
“Of course! Didn’t I already tell you that you’re my plus one?”
Canterella chuckled at the distraught look on your face as you tried to remember if you actually brought it up to her or not. She pinched your chubby cheek between her fingers and pulled on your skin until you were squirming.
“I jest. You already told me when you first got the news.”
A small pout tugged at your plush lips and it took a tremendous amount of effort for Cantarella to refrain from folding you further into her arms just to coddle you. A light breath breezed past her lips.
“I suppose I now need to find something to match my sweetie~”
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Silly little headcannons of what I think my f/os body temperatures are. written in 2nd person cause i literally can not write it as anything else lol
Blade: cold, snuggles you for warmth to the point you're basically folded underneath him in his arms. And as Mortenax Blade, his body starts to get as hot as a furnace.
Katakuri: warm mochi body you can cuddle up to
Cantarella: cold, she loves hanging off your arm and cuddling up to you. If you annoy her, she threatens to put her cold hands/feet on you
Hoshimi Miyabi: Hot. Good in winter. Hell in summer.
Kazuha: warm. You have nice cuddles on cold nights
Dan Feng: cold and so he cuddles up to you to steal your warmth, tail and all like he's a big snake
Dan Heng: warm but still likes cuddling you for more warmth
Hugo Vlad: he is a cold frog and puts icy cold hands on you to make you shriek. Jokes about you being his heat pack when you want to warm him up
Flins: cold, like someone stepped on your grave cold. Loves watching you jump when he puts cold hands on you
Neuvillette: cold but at least he's polite and apologises and seeks permission before snuggles cause he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable
Jiyan: warm. And he enjoys when you seek him out for warmth
Shogun: he's warm and enjoys cuddles
Qiuyuan: warm and has no objections when you crawl into his lap for cuddles
Mydei: hot as a furnace. Use him as a blanket he does not care. You suffer a little in the summer because he needs to cuddle you and refuses to let go, even when you complain
Phainon: he runs on the warm side and will proudly tell you and invite you for cuddles if you're cold. Gets pouty if you decline
Luuk Herssen: ichor in his body is warm and he is very warm too. Will pull you into his lap for impromptu snuggles
Dennis: warm and loves giving you hugs to warm you up
Kageyama: runs hot and gets fussy if you try and snuggle him if you also run warm. Will settle pretty quick tho
Adaman: runs warm and holds your hands if they get cold
Jing Yuan: runs very warm and will never deny snuggles so he can soak up more warmth
Arlecchino: hot cause of the fire in her body. You get smothered by the heat
Kaito: runs warm and though will probably deny cuddles at first, he quickly gets used to them
Rafayel: cold and will steal your warmth, even straight out demand it
Basilio: doggo runs on the warm side and its great on cold nights
Messmer: hot because of his flames. Still likes cuddles though and his snakes like it even more
Rerir: runs on the cold side and grumbles about it a lot but won't deny you if you want cuddles cause he secretly likes to be warmed up by you
Togame Jo: runs hot and he is a pain about it cause he will cuddle you even if it is stinking hot
Anaxa: warm and if you ask nicely he'll cuddle you
Alhaitham: warm and if you complain about cold hands, he'll reprimand you for not bringing gloves before holding your hand
Ashveil: he is warm naturally but the freezer does sap out his warmth a lot. Loves snuggling you whether you're hot or cold.
Boothill: cold metal body is very cold. He apologises when you try and cuddle up to him and feels a little bad about it. Will just hold your hand instead
Dottore: warm, despite having a cold heart lol. Complains if you snuggle up to him but does not push you away
Khazan: hot as the fires of hell and can even keep you warm even in a blizzard. You suffer in summer cause he does like to snuggle
Tengen: runs warm and has no complaints if you seek him out for his warmth
Jacinthe: she is cold and she demands snuggles at all times of the day. Gets very pouty and teary eyed if you say no or that you're busy. Never deny jacinthe cuddles
Durin: durin runs hot because of his pyro vision. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, even when dressed in lots of layers. He likes pressing his hands to your cheeks to warm you up a little
Lohen: runs on the cold side due to his cryo vision and he absolutely loves putting his cold hands on you, both to sap warmth from you and to watch to jump and squeal
Gale: he runs warm and he likes to snuggle up and share his warmth with you
Yuki: Yuki is actually quite warm and she loves to put her hands all over you and cuddle up to you when you least expect it
Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.
I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.
2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)
3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited
Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.
Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).
Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.
Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.
I love seeing people feel comfortable enough to share their selfship online, to openly talk about the characters they love. please, never stop expressing yourself. even if you feel like no one is listening, talking about the things you like is never pointless if it makes you happy. the more you talk, the more you take up space, the more you inspire others to do the same and be themselves
"fandom is dying," they whine as they stab artists and writers in the chest with discourse knives and harassment screws. "why isn't anyone making content for me to greedily consume for free as I make the experience worse for them and everyone around me?"
I love Pokémon and I think Jun and I would make a great team. ✨ While Espeon and Umbreon matches our personalities a lot, Mega Charizard X and Mega Charizard Y would represent our love for dragons.
Of course there would be more Pokémon in our teams (and I would never abandon my Vaporeon.)
I'm looking forward getting more crossover commissions in the future 💞 (and of course more Pokémon related stuff) because yes, he is from Yu-gi-oh GX but our love is not confined to only that.
Sending love to everyone who is just… tired. Life is a lot right now. Whether it’s decision fatigue, anxiety fatigue, information fatigue, career fatigue, social fatigue, financial fatigue, or the exhaustion of getting your life back together, give yourself space and grace. Be still for a bit. You deserve to recharge.
Anyway I see people have learnt nothing from the change tumblr rolled in about reblogs. We fought so hard so that we wouldn't loose that community and creators would still receive credit and love for their work but people keep only liking and not reblogging art.
please you guys you have to reblog art and fanfics and gifsets and analysis! likes don't actually boost posts on tumblr, reblogs do!!! support your local artist, writer, and gifset makers!!!!! REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG!!!!!!!!!!!
