#this is cute help

[skeletonh0e]

I feel like if you tell fallen dream that you don't want him to use his magic on you, he'll be confused.

Why? it's made him feel so much better! He'd love to show you! Just...

...you already feel happy with him without magic?

well...he can save it for when you have a bad day, he supposes. c'mon, ONE cute thing is required. At least ONE.

🥺💕

[literally-ritsu]

Y'all the Trifecta Marriage Extra is cute as shit

[never-surrender]

"Suk-ja, what do you do when it's so hot? I do not understand how others keep cool with this weather." Tatsuya melts into a puddle of his own sweat, near tears (or sweat in his eyes? we will never know)

Unprompted || always accepting

"Hm?" Humming the unspoken question, Suk-ja had only caught the tail end of his question... not because she hadn't heard him, admittedly, but because she had been daydreaming. Though just as the sound was made, her brain caught up with what was asked of her, allowing a small smile to rise to her features as she stood from the small spot she had made for herself to sit in while he trained. "Well...-" hesitating, Suk-ja made a soft sound as she bent and took up the flask of water she had, approaching Tatsuya to offer it over to him.

"-first off, I don't usually try to train when it's this hot..." trying to contain her laughter by pressing her lips together, the effort failed spectacularly, laughter bubbling past her lips. Lifting her hand to cover her mouth as if that could hide the fact.

"Are you okay though? You don't feel light headed, do you?" Because at this point, the risk of heat stroke was real, and she didn't want to risk it.

[goetias]

@hazmoonxmuses​ sent:  🌙

      Muffled sounds of hell’s morning gradually grow from faint whispers in the recesses of his mind to an insistent call, pulling his lithe body from the pits of sleep. The caw of the raven, the burning light of the fiery orange sun, the smell of smog from the nearby city... all announce themselves to him. Eyes still closed, his beak clicks, registering that he is outdoor. His heart races, thudding against his ribs for a moment as the thought that he may have been kidnapped crosses his mind. Eyes flutter open at the thought... there have been so many attempts on his life lately... oh. Already attempting to move before the Prince has fully registered where he is, he finds that there’s a light weight atop him. The owl sinks back down slowly, regaining feeling in his fingers. They, along with his arms are wrapped around... Stella. No talons? Mercy. 

How in the circles did they end up like this? The question becomes less and less pressing as he peers down at her face. She’s still... and calm. Beautiful as Lilith herself as the morning breeze glides over her feathers. 

He opens his mouth to gently speak but thinks better of it, a small coo slipping from him instead, fingers grazing hers. 

[archaicgeists]

*The kitten mews again and rubs themselves against Geist.*

[ The rooster does not approve of this and gets up to move away a few feet from the kitten before sitting back down.

He glares at the tiny kitten from his new spot, he’s not something to rub against. ]

[satisdaticn-blog]

heart symbol - dostoevskyeyes

     Was it a good idea to kiss his partner at a work party, in full view of      their superiors and colleagues? No, likely not. Was he hell-bent on      doing it anyway? By all means, yes. He’d been planning this all night,      and he was not about to back down. He stayed near the edge of the      crowd, hunched slightly, during the last few minutes; then, when the      final countdown began to ring around the room, he approached Illya      determinedly, spun the man around, grasped his head, and swooped      in to press their lips together. If anyone let out noises of shock around      them -- or exchanged money based on bets they’d made -- Solo      really didn’t care.

[transcendedhumanity-blog]

💤 u v u

Send “💤” for my muse to fall asleep while resting against yours.

          She was so small and frail and wholly reliant upon sleep. She was           susceptible to the pull of a need for an afternoon nap, and what          better place than on a moving train ? She and Damian had found           that they were not partial to constantly talking, like many people           who desperately sought to fill the silence. The silence, however,           was quite nice; it was comfortably shared.

          As pale eyes drifted closed, she had not registered that she rested          against her traveling companion. Perhaps he would not mind, and           perhaps he would accommodate her for the rest of the journey.

          And soon enough, she was asleep.