#somft.....

[stonelions]

more of the soft boy and his boy

[controlledhues]

I always love to think about the way she's so delicate with almost every thing she does, having learned to use her hands while wearing gloves, almost as if it's her second skin. But beyond that, every movement she makes has been calculated to almost perfection — almost as if she's playing a piano piece slowly and meticulously. Every wording she uses remains soft, her tone, her accent, her mannerisms.

Between the uttermost respect she has for her peers and the urge to always remain in her safe space, only few would know how it feels to be touched by her, to hear her real voice or to know her thoughts.

Even during harsh moments she's remained at peace -or her own way to see it-, barely violent, barely yelling. Only her gaze can show the real anger she's feeling.

Sometimes she remains unnoticed, as a ghost who's only passing by. But Melinoë uses it as an advantage most of the time...

If only she was asked of everything she's seen and heard.

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

It's easy being with you Sacred simplicity As long as we're together, there's no place I'd rather be

[abiggaynerd]

Wuv....

[wesmess]

[ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. (werewolf Johnny & Arthur)

he feels lucky that he and johnny are of similar build and can steal each other's clothes fairly often. shirts and coats were more commonly borrowed articles, which applies now as he hugs johnny's winter coat tighter around himself. he'd somewhat mindlessly grabbed it but arthur was glad he did. he ducks his head down into it a little, breathing in the scent that lingers there. it makes him think of warmth, light and home. it makes him think of johnny. a fond, loving smile forms on his lips. boy, he can't wait to be back in camp and in his arms.

[wesmess]

@coolrpblog / continued from here.

danny glances up when he feels the tap to his arm. as bubba directs his attention to the bump on his head, he pouts. " aw, i'm sorry. " he quickly finishes his cigarette, puts it out on the bottom of his boot and flicks it aside. " c'mere, big guy, i'll kiss it better. " he reaches out and as the other bends down, danny cups his face and plants the gentlest of kisses to the bump. " there you go, how's that? " he asks with a smile, moving closer to wrap an arm around him, patting his back. " a little better now, yeah? "

[islandiis]

🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head . @nordvei with Ada/Reykjarvik

actions prompts | accepting (pls I beg) | @nordvei

Austurvöllur teems with life, as it usually does on days of good weather. Like many of their people, he and Ada have taken a seat in the grass: coffees in re-usable cups, the sun on their face, and although they sit in each other's company they each have their own things to do.

Fannar is engrossed in a book, although he blinks up from it when he feels a delicate weight added to his hair. He reaches up to feel it, and then looks up at Ada over his shoulder with a little grin. "Flowers?"

[vermillionbones]

my favourite thing to add when im writing a character is to mention that their eyes narrow/crinkle when they smile.. idk why but it makes me so happy sbdjfnfmg its rlly nice