#hmmmnn

[piscesbabydolll]

I am once again harboring pretty pictures in my drafts

[jusiri]

Sometimes the intense babying of Movie Hiccup is just ✨ Uncomfortable ✨

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Floyd, I want you to go to DEAR WONDERFUL Percy and thank him for teaching you how to be a good pyro.

Aha, finally getting back to those command asks from a few weeks ago! Sorry it took me this long, but I had my fun with this one. The others should be coming in a matter of hours or days, depending how writing them goes. That being said, thanks for sending in this command Pep! Past you was cruel!!

Oh, and almost forgot to mention: this is at some point in the future of the timeline when Floyd’s... a little more compliant, let’s say.

content warnings here for creepy whumper and creepy comfort

“Percy? Who’s… oh.” Floyd looks over his shoulder, spotting Percival preoccupied across the deck, leaving him a moment’s reprieve. “You… might not want to say that around him. He’d probably- yeah.” He pauses for a moment, looking lost in thought. “Ah- I didn’t catch the last thing you said after that. Do you think you could repeat yourself? I’m so sorry-”

You cut him off before he can apologize any further, repeating the command firmly, but not without the sickeningly sweet, condescending tone you spoke with the first time. 

Floyd’s face falls. He runs a shaking hand through his hair, pushing it back only for it to flop on his forehead again a moment later.

“I… please, I don’t-” he pleads quickly, very obviously distraught, but cuts himself off as the command takes hold. He looks down at you silently, but you can see the frustration and desperation in his frown. A quick, dismissive wave of the hand turns him around, muttering “Right…” as he goes, pressing his lips into a thin line. 

Floyd tips his head down as he walks, wrapping his arms protectively around his battered and bruised body. He seems to favor his left leg, limping every other step and grimacing each time his right foot hits the ground.

When he approaches Percival from behind he stands silent and still, waiting. It takes a few minutes for his presence to even be acknowledged, and Percival only does so with a pointed glance, looking Floyd up and down before saying anything. 

“A request?”

“...no, sir. A, uh, a comment. Of sorts,” Floyd says.

“I’ll hear it from your knees then. Make it worth my while, darling.”

He drops quickly to kneel before Percival, hands in his lap and eyes trained on the ground. His mouth opens to speak, not wanting to keep his captor waiting, but nothing comes out except for a whistling, shaking breath. Floyd kneels there for a few seconds longer, just trying to breathe and get this over with before a hand settles below his chin. 

When it pushes up, he raises his chin quickly and stares up at Percival, towering above him. He tries to swallow his fear and shame, but the angle his neck is at makes it impossible, and Floyd only succeeds in nearly choking on his own spit. 

“Benedict. Love. When I said to make this worth my while, I wasn’t asking you to draw it out,” he smiles sweetly. “Just tell me what you came over here to say.”

“I was t- I mean, I was wanting to tell you…” he trails off, takes a deep breath, and sets his gaze on Percival’s. “Th-thank you for teaching me how to be a... a good pyro,” Floyd whispers, face burning with shame. He tips his head back down on the last word, but he sees his tormentor kneel before him, a genuine smile splitting his face. 

Hands settle on his shoulders to give them a quick squeeze, and he looks up through his eyelashes, holding back a shudder. 

“Oh…” there’s a smile on his face, but there’s almost pity in his eyes. “Oh you aren’t nearly good yet. But of course. You’re finally getting the right idea.” He falls silent, brushing a tear away from Floyd’s face that he hadn’t even felt himself shed. The movement almost feels reverent. “Since you’re trying so hard today, we can take a break and work on that now, darling.”

Floyd nods, knowing it’s not just a question or suggestion. You watch as they stand up, and Percival loops a finger through the ring of his collar to guide him down below deck.

[iitodoiidas]

gosh!! it’s probably a terrible decision to revive this blog considering how little free time i actually have, but i find myself missing the otp so badly so......... 

hi??? i’m sorta back :’)))))

i come bearing a new fic, and another one just needing a few more edits, plus several art stuff i really REALLY should finish given how long they’re sitting on my wip folder aaaaahhh, and also bunch of old tdid, iida, todo, and some dekusquad posts to fill up the queue 

but anyways!!! 2020′s dang rough, huh? i hope you’re all doing well and staying safe, practicing proper social distancing and wearing masks when you go out! it’s what our best boy iida would want us to do! 👓✨

thank you for still sticking around this blog! 

[fmrcheerios]

Jtv thoughts 🤔

So I'm a huge Jane The Virgin fan. I adore the show, plot twists and all the characters, but this season already starts with so many questions! The last season is so far good but really complicated. I see a lot of discussions about the episode 5x02 and I just want to say how would you react if your husband suddenly comes back from the death? Like Jane moved on with her life so I understand what she said even though it was harsh... I'm a team Michael fan but this shit is really messy. I don't know if Jason/Michael is being an ass because he really has amnesia or he is playing us all. Whatever it might be Jane The Virgin is a telenovela and will always surprise us despite what our theories are. So whatever might happen I can't wait to see what they have planned for us. I just want Jane to be happy!

[burquillos]

I never comprehend how small I actually am till I see myself in a picture standing next to people

[lesbianroyai]

Hnnnnnnn @jlaireweek day 6 woooo

[sheerioswifties]

Ohhhhhh I just had an idea for a selfie for the night but it's rather scandalous so idk🙈