#soft ...

[softangelstims]

cherry blossom butter 🌸🍃

[didntkill]

    ❛   DO YOU  ━━━   do you think you could braid my hair again ?   I can do it myself but it . . .   felt nice when you did it .   ❜

@noxvirago   //   x

[defenseonly]

it’s been a long day.   he was at the dealership today for a few meetings,  all of which ran long by no less than twenty minutes.   then he had the advanced class at the dojo,  pairing them up to practice circle dancing.   results were mixed, to say the least.   and devon kept him after class for a while,  asking so many questions his head spun.   @offenseonly was already home by the time he pulled into the driveway.   after giving himself a moment to take some deep breaths,  he went inside.   

one shower and a change of clothes later,  daniel lays between john’s legs on the couch,  face pressed into his chest.   his husband runs one hand through his hair gently.   it’s the first time he’s been able to rest for more than a couple minutes all day,  and he can feel himself drifting off.   ' would you still love me if i were a worm? '   it takes him a second to process the question,  blinking sleepily as he looks up at john.   he’s scrolling through something on his phone with the other hand,  though daniel can’t see what.   maybe one of those questionnaires sam has been sending him lately.

' ‘course i would. '   he curls a hand into john’s shirt,  snuggling closer.   ' love all versions of you. '

[lykorises]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄?

when they're unaware ...

they don't always see you. but that's a good thing. this is when you love them most. when they are so absorbed in their thoughts you can just sit there and enjoy them existing. it's the way they move through the world which made you fall in love. the grace with which they walk their path. the stubbornness. the dedication. they know their place in the universe and somehow, that makes you feel a little more confident in your existence too. they know who and what they are and there is nothing more beautiful to you than the ability to witness it all. in the simple things and the big things. the expressions they make when they think no one is looking. the way they laugh when they're not holding back. the little swears under their breath for no one but themselves. you love it all and you want to spend the rest of your life being their life's witness.

[eurosleaz]

FINLEY STEVENS: ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair .

she's already half asleep in his lap, some old film flickering along their features. sadie's comfortable, the buzz of the tv a welcome sound to tired ears. fin's fingers play at her hair, like she's some welcome pet. it's probably a terrible thing to compare herself to a pet, but it's the best she can do when her brain refuses to work at full capacity.

her head moves to look up at him, something soft and happy in her eyes before shifting back to her original position. she's happy. it's been a long time since she's admitted it to herself. " mh, you better not let me fall asleep here. it'd be awful on my back. yours, too. " @huntedvideo

[allevilsarc]

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb @walkeddeath

there's a smudge on the side of her face, her chest heaving with the anger of it all. should she have driven to gen's place, white-knuckling the steering wheel all the way down the road to pull into her driveway? probably not, but it's worth it to go to a place that he knows he could be safe. so, now he's perched on gen's couch, her legs tucked under her body like she's supposed to be there.

the touch is nice, their thumb soft on his cheek. instead, the look she gives gen is ... soft, thankful. lucy doesn't need to say anything. perhaps she'll have to do something nice for gen at some point in time. right now, she might rest there for a couple of hours.

[zestials-archive]

actions speak louder than words / always accepting.

@k7tt1 sent ── back, sender gives receiver a back hug / let Kitty love you Zestial (:

it's rare that zestial trusts , but when he does , he does so deeply , irrevocably. how odd it was to find that here in a little fizzy bot , a slow going process but one he'd hardly deny all the same. another quiet meeting , another step forward --- ( * though it's the last thing on his mind when familiar robotic arms wrap around him from behind. ) the overlord stills but instead of sharpening , he softens. shoulders fall & a soft laugh rumbles through his chest , eerily quiet & warm in the chill of early morning.

his head turns , if only to catch a glimpse of that contagious smile of hers. clawed hand moves to rest atop head affectionately , trailing down the tails of her hat. ( curling one around fingertip as if to memorize before letting go. ) the spider shifts to wrap an arm around her , hefty cloaked fabric falling round kitty like a blanket. " my most humble apologies , sweetling. it would appear i did not bid thee a fitting farewell. "