#more cute stuff

[joshua-x1496]

I'll always enjoy being cute with my funny bunny gf Chrissy. ♡♡♡

[jokerstrider]

[kiruamon]

Part 14

"Dinner's ready." His favorite words. Besides arson, stabbing and unnecessary violence. The smell that entered his nose was enough to make his mouth water. Crispy, browned beauty emerged from the frying pan. Being so small actually had its advantages. Every portion of food seemed gigantic. What he would have given to be able to eat a strip of fried bacon as big as himself in his old form!

"Wow, you must be hungry." He sure was! Immediately he rushed towards the hand, which held the crispy delicacy between its fingers and towards him. Damien raised himself up a bit, carefully placing the tiny claws of his forepaws around the slender finger to steady himself a bit before eagerly sinking his teeth into his food.

Sooooo good! He munched with pleasure as his gaze wandered upward.

Unlike his first day here, Damien didn't mind it one bit anymore when Oz watched him eat. Or watched him in general. It was quite the opposite. He swallowed and looked up at the little nerd. "As expected! It tastes awesome!", Damien praised the other with a big grin. He would miss Oz's food so bad. Unless he was somehow able to convince Oz to cook him more meals, once he had changed back.

But how? Normally he would just threaten someone to get his way. Or beat them up until they learned their lesson. But just the idea of doing something like that to Oz twisted his stomach. Should he just ask him? Or… He would think about it some more…

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Oz chuckled lightly as a tiny wet tongue ran over his chin. "That tickles," the small entity murmured, clearly happy. "You're so cute," he gently scratched the little hedgehog under his chin as Pip showed him his affection. It was incredible how quickly the little one had gotten used to him.

"I'm not," where did Oz get that idea? Damien LaVey was most certainly not cute! Couldn't Oz come up with a better word to describe him? Cool, sexy, handsome, strong, feared, or bold as fuck for example? "If anything, you're the one of us two who's…. c-cu… cute." Gaaah! Saying it gave him more trouble than expected. And that despite the fact that Oz couldn't understand him to begin with! Normally, Damien wouldn't even mouth such a word either. But when he looked at Oz, it was one of the first words that came to his mind.

And a few more pictures from their normal everyday life:

At first, Damien didn't know exactly what to make of the strange little guys on Oz's body. But over time he got used to them and even finds them somewhat amusing. Oz has tried to explain to him that they are called phobias and are a part of him. Damien didn't really get it, but knowing that they are somehow just a part of Oz made him more open to them. Nowadays it doesn't bother him any longer when they come close to him or try to pet him.

To be continued.

[takethetrain]

I'll add to the heart-warmingness, imagine Alastair adoring cuddling and kissing Thomas because he smells and tastes like the sea ❤ (I bet you already thought of that, didn't you?)

Say they had gone to talk in Alastair's room to chat privately or something, it's a tough day for Alastair, and he just collided Thomas into the hug burying his face in Thomas's clothes. He softly whispered that it reminds him of his home. Also, Alastair loves kissing Thomas because 1-it's Thomas 2- the saltwater on his lips makes him feel likes he's ashore next to the sea and it makes him feel better. 😘

Thank you and you welcome 😌

I love this for SO MANY REASONS. Can I list them? Bear with me?

First because you’ve taken heart-warming to the next level, anon. This is soul-warming. This has added years to my life.

Second: I’ve sort of picked up on this idea (Alastair has a Thing for the coat Thomas wears at sea, which you guys haven’t seen yet but which will become very much a Thing as the story progresses, and a big part of that is the fact that the coat smells like the ocean) but I really don’t think I’ve taken it to its full potential, so thank you for sharing this stroke of genius with me because it’s a very useful reminder!

And third, when Alastair met the Merry Thieves in ch 3 he decided he hated them purely on the basis of them being humans who smelled like the sea. Which means that with this new development, we’re left with this incredible arc:

Then:

Thomas: *smells like the sea*

Alastair: 😒😡😑🙄

Now:

Thomas: *smells like the sea*

Alastair: 😳🥺😍🥰

[amikoroyaiart]

Rk1k week day 5 - You make me feel

@rk1kweek

[howdyhabit]

:D

[lumenwolf-blog]

Hearth and Heart

[[Only Warning attached is that its VERY long. SORRY! I was just inspired! LOL!]]

Hours it felt like, that Lumen had been staring into the fire her husband had built in the hearth. She’d had two cups of hot cocoa already, topped off with marshmallows, cinnamon, and chocolate chips. The last several weeks, if not months, had been particularly hard on the small woman until she reached a point she’d rather forget about. She felt once again as if she had let her family down by doing what she did; somehow made them feel unloved by her, like they weren’t good enough... or just simply enough to keep her happy. The truth was, they made her very happy on the days that her mind allowed her to feel such a thing. When it was sound and secure and no voices swam about within it, she laughed, smiled, and played with her children and her husband. Those days were rare, but they did exist.

The biting chill of the outside air was undeniable, and the true throes of winter were not long off. Winter’s veil was not far off either. She had been hard at work in the months prior when she was well enough to focus. Hard at work making gifts for those she loved the most. Most were finished, but others were not. Those she had prepared for her husband and daughters simply needed to be wrapped and placed under a tree. A tree. They needed a tree. In all the chaos, She and Thadwyl had not went to get one.

She made her way in slow and gentle stride to the window, leaning upon the sill with one hand. Her emerald eyes searched the forest landscape outside her home, setting sights upon a small pine grove, nearly hidden by the tall and towering oaks that Elwynn was known for. Quiet were her steps as she moved away, taking pause in the middle of her living room, listening intently and smelling the air. She closed her eyes, picturing her family in her mind, going on her other senses to tell her what they were doing. Thadwyl was in the girls’ bedroom, reading to both of them, though mostly laughing and playing with Emily as he held Lydia. Such a thing was the only thing that could bring a smile to her face these days, faint as it was. Making sure to keep quiet, she began to make her way to slip out the back door, through the kitchen. It did not creak as the front door did, nor make awful noise as it closed. She paused midway towards it though, looking down at the table. Upon it was a small piece of parchment and her writing utensils. 

Her lips pursed in thought, knowing Thadwyl would know, noise or not, whether she strayed too far from him. She worried him enough lately, and there was no sense in doing so when one was trying to do right by someone. Her hand was upon her quill then, and she scrawled a quick note.

“My Raven,

Do not worry. I am not far. I am simply in the pine grove behind the house, nestled safely against the mountain. I needed a bit of fresh air and nature to enjoy this wonderful hot chocolate in. I love you.

~Your Dove.”

After signing the note, she was out the door and into the air. She didn’t bother to grab a coat or shoes. She wouldn’t need them. As the cool, clean and crisp air hit her face she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and dropping to a crouch. Softly a growl emitted from her as she began to shift into her Worgen form. It was quick and controlled, which surprised her after spending the last nine months not shifting once. She stood upright and still tugged her night robe around her furry form, a slight bit tattered and too tight for her now as it were. She made her way to Thadwyl’s smithing shed and fetched an axe. 

It didn’t take her long to select a tree, sizing it up with her eyes as best she could to ensure it would fit within their living room. It as in that moment that she was thankful for their high ceilings and wide living space. The tree was fluffy and still covered in the morning’s frost, thick with its nettle foliage. Once it was cut down, she dragged it back towards the house. In her human form, this would have been absolutely impossible, even as strong as she was then, her looks quite deceiving. The tree was heavy though even still, but with the base of the trunk resting upon a shoulder, her clawed hands dug into the wood to hold it.. she finally made it to her home, giving a good sniff to make sure she still wasn’t being watched or seen. She would have to remain in her wolfish form to get the tree actually placed.

A pot! She needed a pot! She immediately dropped the tree, causing an awful racket that made her wince. She knew she needed to move quickly to get all of what she wanted at least -started- if she still wanted to salvage a surprise factor. Dropping to all fours then, she hung her tongue out her mouth and made her way at a lobbing run towards the small storage shed Galethen had built in Thadwyl’s absence on Argus. It was there, she found the perfect pot. It was not perfect.. It was old, ugly, and mustard green in color, but it as the only one large enough to fit the tree. She was only thankful that its branches swooped down far enough to hide the unsightly thing. By some luck and the skin of her teeth, though, she managed to get the tree potted, secure and in the house in front of the large window of the living room.

Panting and still in her worgen form, she leaned down and lapped a bit out of her mug of hot chocolate she had left behind, cursing herself softly for that. She was not really good at planning surprises at all. Still though, such a thing had went unnoticed.  She still heard Thadwyl happily playing with the children as he was before, another faint smile coming to her face.. well, as much as it could when you were and over sized and upright canine. A light huff escaped her, and in a puff of soft magic and a few cracks and grunts, she was human again, and ready to begin the real work. She focused on the sound of the fireplace, the soft crackling keeping her from getting overwhelmed by her own thoughts and inducing panic. Softly too, music began to flow through the air, her eyes shifting to the small music player Sprankles had built for her, vision traveling up along its loud projecting horn. Lumen’s fingers were moving slowly, setting the needle upon the ‘record’ as the gnome had called it.

It was then she moved to the storage closet inside the house to fetch Christmas decorations she had collected over the years, most of them handmade, if not by her then some other. She took her time with this, the lights going on first, then the garland, every ornament placed with such care, wanting and needing it to be perfect. The star was the last to go on, having to stand in a chair to even reach it, and stretch upon her tip toes then. Finally though, it was done and the timing could not have been better. It was then and only then did she hear Lydia begin to fuss, wanting to be fed and Emily calling out for her and a second breakfast. She couldn’t help but chuckle and laugh as she heard the steps of her oldest daughter and her husband come to a complete halt behind her.

There were still many more decorations to hang about the house, but that could wait and Emily and Thadwyl could help her with that. But the tree was done, the small mage turning with a shy smile about her face and eyes on the ground, greeting her speechless husband and daughter. Emily did nothing but squeal out and shout, “Lookit! Papa! Momma! Wintah vay t’ee! Lookit!” Thadwyl just stared at his wife, always in awe of the things she pulled off, Lydia still fussing and wriggling in his arms.

He closed the distance between them, offering the babe out to her, a hand coming up to stroke the back down his wife’s pale cheek, “Oh, Lumen.. Sweet dove.” he cooed out to her, leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead as she began to feed Lydia. He allowed his lips to linger there, lichfire eyes staring at the tree behind her in all its glory. “It’s beautiful, dove. Thank you..” he murmured in a loving hushed tone, stroking a hand down her hair. Lumen said nothing and only smiled, turning in his grasp to lean behind him, smiling and staring at the tree herself. She felt accomplished, and better than she had in a long while. She simply couldn’t wait to get the rest of the preparations underway for the holiday.

[namuswife]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to your fav people? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! 💙🌼🌈

A hug from rowan, how could my day get any better?