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scp-infohazard · 13 days
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Attention Site-97: Feeling spooked? Don't worry, because you have access to...SCP-999 plushies! SCP: Infohazard is working with Forlorn Foundry to offer these plushies as Backer rewards and add-ons! Follow the kickstarter at https://scp.game !
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super-chi-art · 1 year
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Cleaned most of the lines, yay! This is a complimentary print design for my Kickstarter campaign; if interested, here’s the link:
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somelazyassartist · 14 days
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I need to make plushies of my little guys so badly. What I wouldn't give for a little Harmony or Hallows to hold
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hawke-jpg · 1 year
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dont have time to set it up right now but would anyone be interested if i made a side blog documenting my plush / figure collection? i’d do like cute little fabric backgrounds and stuff and potentially document me making the odd plush from time to time, figured it might be fun!
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acepalindrome · 4 months
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Alternatives to Squishmallow
So as many of you have probably already heard, Jazwares, the company that produces Squishmallows, is donating to charities that support Israeli soldiers and the IDF. They’re also supporting Canary Mission, which has been doxxing people who speak out against Israel. BDS hasn’t called for a boycott against them, but I can’t in good faith spend my money on their products, and I would strongly encourage everyone who enjoys plushies to really think long and hard about if you want to give your money to a company that’s helping support genocide!
But the holidays are coming up, and lots of us enjoy plushies and were fans of Squishmallow, and were planning to give Squishmallows to friends and family this year.
Fortunately, there are a number of great plushie companies out there, and I want to promote some of my favorites in the hopes that folks will get their plushie fix from a source that doesn’t side with Israel. So without further ado:
Fluffnest
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Fluffnest got their start on Kickstarter a few years ago, and I adore the round shapes of their PuffPal plushies! My favorite is Pete the Possum, which is probably the best possum plush I’ve ever seen. I’ve also got a beautiful moth from their Kickstarter and I’ve been wanting their bats for ages. They also recently had a Kickstarter for an Animal Crossing-esque video game featuring their plushie characters and it looks fantastic.
Squishables
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I can’t get over the plague doctor plushies. They’re so perfect and cute, and they’ve released other variations of them called Alter Egos, like a ghostly version, an alien, or a really sweet cottagecore one! They’ve got a ton of variety, but what I like the most are the fantasy plushies. There’s a lich! There are dragons and demons! Cryptids! Biblically accurate angels! A lot of really fun stuff!
Also they do a lot of great charity work! Right now they’re doing an auction for the Food Bank of New York City.
AfternoonFika
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AfternoonFika is a very small business of only three people, but their plushies are extremely cute. They tend to sell out fast, so I recommend following them on social media to stay on top of any restocks! They recently released a line of dinosaurs that are precious, and of course I love their iconic cactus cat and cinnamon bun bunny.
Jellycat
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Jellycat has been around since 1999, so they’re the oldest of these companies. They’ve got great designs, a ton of variety, and a lot of their plushies are made to be cuddled on and not just displayed. All three of my tiny nephews sleep with a different stuffed dog from Jellycat. My mom has a sun and several succulents that she uses as decorations. There’s a little something for everyone who enjoys plushies!
If you have any other favorite companies I haven’t mentioned, feel free to add on! I’ve enjoyed Squishmallows for a while now and I’m sad to see their leadership coming out on the side that’s committing war crimes on a daily basis, but this is a good time to discover new favorite plushie companies! And remember, money speaks loudly. Even if BDS hasn’t called for a boycott of Jazwares, it sends a message when sales start dropping for companies that support genocide. It’s a small thing, but the little things we do can add up!
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zhongrin · 1 year
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◇ characters ◇ zhongli, xiao, childe, al haitham, tighnari, kazuha, cyno, scaramouche, diluc
◇ tags ◇ more teeth-rotting floof what did you expect, slightly suggestive (al haitham)
◇ note ◇ translated to english, means “adorable” or “cute”
𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡��⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
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some (or in some of these cases, most) people wouldn't associate the word “cute” with your boyfriend, but you beg to differ.
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the way he just hovers and lingers over you whenever he wants your company but doesn’t want to disturb you. if you keep ignoring him, he wouldn’t even realize it himself, but he’ll give you a wet puppy (hatchling?) look. at first, you might have thought that your eyes were playing tricks on you, but if you glance through the mirror - yup, there it is. best abandon whatever you’re doing and give him some attention now.
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 9/10
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once in a while, upon your continuous insistence, xiao will transform into his bird form. a tiny little thing, with magical blue-green feathers and a darker color on his beak, his signature golden eyes no longer catlike but beady-looking. his favorite nest? the top of your head. yes, he will peck anyone who troubles you without hesitation. yes, he will tuck his head under his wings when he sleeps. and yes, he absolutely enjoys the head pats and chin scratches you give him while he's in this form.
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 10/10
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drunk kazuha and severely sleepy kazuha has one thing in common: they’re utterly, completely, earth-shatteringly endearing. he’s whinier, more giggly than normal, and is very easily entertained by the slightest things. the simplest action like you booping his nose can instantly make a loopy smile spread across his lips and a breathy giggle escape his throat. oh, and did i tell you that he’s more honest and needier than usual in these states, too?
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 9.9/10
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when he pouts and whines and pouts and whines and burrows his face onto your stomach like a cat. maybe you didn't give him enough cuddles? forgot to give him his morning kiss? you’re not too sure, but you’re very sure that the way he puffs his cheeks as he gives you an expectant look is just plain adorable.
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 9.5/10
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this big, stoic-looking man has no weakness…. well, two weaknesses. the first one being you, and the second one being tickle fights. yes, he’s ticklish. yes, you probably discovered this because of kaeya’s big mouth. yes, you most definitely should test the theory. and if you have the physical abilities to catch up with the darknight hero, you might even be able to see a breathless, teary-eyed diluc laughing and almost choking on his own spit because he’s struggling to hold back his laughter as your fingers work their magic on that specific spot on his sides.
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 7/10
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the momentary drop in his expression as you catch him off guard on one of his rare days is truly a sight to remember. his eyes widening a fraction and his lips parting a tad, body flinching and frozen as his brain tries to kickstart and amend his reaction to a more subdued one. how does one achieve this seemingly impossible feat, you ask? well... either you do something entirely stupid (please note that you might be subjected to a two hours lecture after this) or you do something entirely inappropriate (like pulling him into a kiss in broad daylight in public, but then again, you might regret the consequences later)
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 6.5/10
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his ears, his ears, his ears. they’re sometimes even more expressive than his expressions, it’s worth dedicating an entire journal to observe and document their movements. his fox instincts are also very adorable, especially when he’s unconsciously trying to groom his ears and tails whenever his guard is down and he thinks that no one’s around. not many things can rival that endearingness... except perhaps the sight of the sulky pout on his lips when he presents himself to you after his grooming session and you don’t comment on it.
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 8/10
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when you reply to his bad joke with another bad joke. he’s so lost. and it shows in the way his eyes widen as he stares at you silently, head tilted a tad to the sides, his lips apart. you can literally hear the neurons in his brain working overtime to try and decipher your words. and the confused-slash-slightly-embarrassed lilt of his voice as he asks you to explain? it’s guaranteed to make you want to pinch his cheeks and kiss his nose.
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 8.5/10
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yeah no, there’s nothing cute about this prickly man…… unless. unless you manage to be the love of his life and earn his complete trust. it’ll take you years and the stars need to align perfectly and you'll need the blessings of all seven archons, but you might get the chance to see the rarest phenomenon in all of teyvat: a sleepy scaramouche, woken up from his slumber, clinging desperately to you when he senses you moving away from him on the bed. he looks like a cat that fell into the bathtub and is only halfway dried with all his hair sticking all over the place like that, but the cutest thing has to be the sleepy pout and the soft whines of “mm, stay with me please…”
Ꮺ 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 (surprisingly) — 9.5/10 (normally -5/10)
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bruisedboys · 4 months
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reader and peeta showering together after a hard day (just some innocent intimacy nothing suggestive) 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 love this man sm 😭🤞🏻🤞🏻
!!!!!! thank you for the req angel <3 this inspired me so so much! thanks for kickstarting my writing for peeta era hehe
peeta mellark x fem!reader 16+ please for non-sexual nudity. not really in universe but can read as post mockingjay if you want it to!
Peeta’s sketching on the bed when you come inside. One knee propped up with his back against the wall behind the bed, his sketchbook pressed against his thigh. His golden hair falls over his forehead, messy where he’s been too distracted by his drawing to push it back.
He looks up when you enter, smiling a bruising smile you don’t feel deserving of.
“Hey. Hey, sweetheart.” It’s alarming how quickly he sets aside his book and pencil to reach for you, as if he hadn’t been immersed in his sketching mere seconds ago. “C’mere, I missed you.”
As much as you’d like to be wrapped in his strong arms right now, you’re filthy, and he’s just changed the sheets earlier today.
“I can’t. I’m all dirty, see?” You wiggle your dirt-covered hands at him. You’ve been in the garden all afternoon. Time drifted away from you as you planted a new batch of tomato seeds. By the time you were done, the sun was setting and you hadn’t even realised. Your knees are stained dark brown and you’ve got dirt up to your elbows. “I’ll shower first, then we can cuddle. Sorry, baby.”
Peeta looks decidedly put out. You turn away from him before he can convince you any further, because you know if he looks at you like that for much longer you’ll give in. You pull fresh clothes from your side of the dresser and then move down the hallway to the bathroom.
The showers warming up and you’re starting to undress when Peeta knocks on the door. It’s unlocked, and he doesn’t have to, but he knocks anyway.
“It’s me,” he says. Who else would it be? You think. Silly man. “Can I come in?”
You pull the door open for him instead of answering. You’re halfway out of your clothes but it doesn’t phase him. Sure, he looks, but not for long, and not in a way that would suggest anything other than affection.
“Hey,” he says. He pushes the door closed behind him. The shower runs in the background, a peaceful thrum. “Do you mind if I join you? You can say no.”
You huff a soft laugh. He should know by now that saying no to him is a near impossible feat. “Yeah, of course. I don’t mind.”
You finish undressing quickly, eager to be clean and warm. Peeta leaves to get fresh towels while you hop in under the hot spray. The majority of the dirt on your skin has been rinsed by the time he gets back. You hear him moving around the bathroom for a minute or so before he pulls the shower curtain aside. You let him in, moving aside to make space for him. It’s tight, but it’s not uncomfortable. Weirdly, it’s almost a perfect fit for the two of you.
Peeta moves under the shower head and the water quickly drenches one half of his hair and one of his shoulders. His big hand slides over your hip and he carefully moves you into a position where you’ve both got equal spray.
“Hi,” he says, smiling. He’s so close you could count his freckles, each light brown spot scattered across his collarbones.
“Hello,” you say back. His thumb rubs your hipbone, up down, up down. “Is it too warm?”
“No, it’s perfect.”
You smile and touch your palm to his cheek. “You okay?” You’re not asking because he seems out of sorts. You’re asking because you want to know, and if he’s not he’ll tell you. He does the same for you. It’s just how you love each other.
Peeta nods. “Yeah, I’m okay. How did your gardening go?”
You beam. You love that he cares about what you care about. “Good. We’ll have tomatoes growing out of our ears by summer, I think.”
Peeta laughs. It’s a brilliant sound that bounces off the shower walls and warms your chest. “Awesome,” he grins. Then, “Hey, you’ve got dirt under your ear.” He reaches behind you to grab the flannel hanging on the shower caddy. “Look that way for me?”
He holds you still with a hand at your jaw and rubs the dirt from your skin so gently you barely feel it. His touch is like a magnet — you’re drawn to it over and over again, no matter how generously he gives it to you. When he asks if he can wash your hair, you’d be crazy if you said no.
“Yeah, please,” you tell him, past caring how desperate and needing of his touch and love you are. He knows, anyway.
Peeta turns you by the hips so your back is to him, then gently tilts your head backwards. You hand him your shampoo and he squeezes a dollop onto his hands, rubbing his palms together before spreading the bubbles over the top of your head. He’s very, very gentle with it, much more than you’ve ever been, massaging the soapy, sweet-smelling bubbles into your hair, fingers rubbing circles onto your scalp. His dedicated touch, along with the gentle thrum and warmth of the shower spray, is enough to almost put you to sleep.
“Okay, you can rise now,” Peeta speaks up. His tone is soft and you suspect he’s noticed your sleepiness. He gets very soft with you when you’re tired. “Shut your eyes, please.”
You do as he says and he directs you under the spray. He holds a hand over your forehead like a barrier so the bubbles can’t escape and sneak into your closed eyes. The action in itself makes your chest ache. He cares more than you could ever comprehend.
When he’s done rinsing you finish scrubbing the dirt from your knees, your elbows. Peeta washes his own hair, and you help him rinse the same way he did for you.
“Thank you, angel,” he says. Warm water and soapy bubbles stream over his shoulders, his neck. His eyelashes are wet, clinging to each other in sparkly triangles. He dips down and kisses your shoulder, then your cheek. “Love you.”
You beam. You love him more than anything. You get on your toes to kiss him properly, a warm press of your mouth on his, a promise for more of the same later, when you’re clean and dry and fed. “Love you too, Peeta.”
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autisticgayplushie · 13 days
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coming to you on April 2nd, 2024: Audhd creatures + friends plushies and more!
Critter and Bug laying floppy plush are filled with beans in their bellies and paws and are about 18 inches long!! they are made with 5mm crystal plush fabric and are engineered for cuddling and holding!! Bug (the Adhd puppy) has detachable magnetic wings. critter and bug plushies will come with a matching pvc collar tag!! each plushie will be about $48 USD!
there will also be stickers, pins, charms, and standees available of critter and bug, designed by several wonderful guest artists!
more info under the cut!! lmk if you have any questions!
If the base goal is met, we'll work towards the next goal, Dash the disability pride puppy! Dash is the same size as critter and bug and has a removable plush wheelchair. The sample is still in the works but should be finished by the time the campaign starts!!
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The next plush goals after dash will be for additional characters based on disabilities and mental health!! I will hold a poll for backers to decide which order they would like to see the plush unlocked in. I currently have plans for:
OCD kitty
Anxiety creature
Depression Raccoon
Sensory Processing Disorder Opossum
BPD creature
Schizophrenia creature
Bipolar creature
Dyslexia creature
As each goal is met, we will choose the next most popular creature to be unlocked for that goal!
The campaign this time will be hosted on BackerKit! Backerkit functions similarly to kickstarter in that you are not charged for your pledge until the funding period is over and the goal has been met!
You will choose a pledge level to choose what types of items you would like to get! there will be pledge levels for plush only, plush and sticker/charm bundles, multi plush bundles, and so forth!! If you would like one plushie, you will pledge for the single plush tier, then after the funding period is over, you will get to choose which plush you will receive via a pledge survey!
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hannimatior · 9 months
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Say hello to Ruby!! Ruby is a sweet little citrus calico kitty who’s shy at first, but incredibly affectionate once you get to know them!! They love to cuddle and spend time with their friends, but are also very playful! Ruby would do anything for their friends and likes to bring them gifts to show their appreciation for them.
Ruby's color pallet is based on the lesbian flag! Their alternate theme is citrus fruits :3 ❤️🍊
Ruby is one of over 25 colorful kitties that will be featured in my next kickstarter! it'll be a while before the campaign starts, but I wanted to get started on introducing each of these lil kitties so you can get to know them beforehand!!
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heartfullofleeches · 6 months
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I need to see Selene having a sweet morning w her neighbor(wife) so bad. She's so cute?? I just wanna see her be happy and making breakfast for/with them while the vibes are good and sleepy. Let this woman get to sleep in and cuddle her lovely neighbor after brutally murdering her husband just the other night
Selene always wanted of a spring wedding.
Beyond being a child of the season, in her eyes it was to be the most romantic - symbolic of the growth between young lovers to lifelong partners. Furthermore, both mother and grandmother had spring weddings - passing their knowledge and the gift of their wedding gown onto the next generation. Its soft emerald hue matched her eyes and the season 0beautifully. She dreamed of walking down the aisle surrounded by love, the cool spring air, and blooming roses.
So why was she here now - cold and without an ounce of love to her name. The artifical bouquet in her hands scratched at the delicate parts of her skin and hair, autumn winds biting her exposed neck and arms. Spring was too much of an inconvenience for her soon to be husband. He hated the outdoors and insects that roamed freely, and so their wedding was set for October in the confines of an old church.
Selene told herself she could be happy. This was meant to be the happiest day of her life and the start of her days as a doting, loving wife, but as she entered the chapel she'd find someone else taking her place. A beautiful soul with a smile that encapsulated everything she loved about spring. Warm and inviting - impossible to forget or ever let go. Dressed in her best, she could never dream be to as angelic as the creature standing up there with her lover. She falls to her knees, begging to be taken instead. To be loved by that angel. To be chains to that demon so he can never hurt them like he's broken her.
"Selene......"
She screams. Take me instead. Take me....
"Ms. Selene!"
Her eyes flutter open. No longer is she crying on the church floor. A gentle hand rubbing her back draws her from slumber, and the remaining tears from her eyes. The stiffness in her spine reminds her of the most uncomfortably comfort night she's had on someone else's couch.
"Ms. Selene, are you okay? You were crying in your sleep when I came to check on you."
Color darkens her pale face as she sits up, deepened by the hand that aids her. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I.... I'm normally not one to dream, and I believe that was the first nightmare I've had in... years.. "
"It's alright, Ms. Selene. You've had a rough night."
Recollection of the night prior barrel through her like a speeding train as she looks up at the face of her savior. She bawled her eyes out at your doorstep, pleading to stay just one night and be gone before down. Her husband had allegedly changed the locks before leaving town and it was too late for her to call anyone else. You offered your home and bed to her as any would do, but she settled for the couch not wanting to be more of a burden than she was.
You give her hand an affirming squeeze - unknowingly kickstarting the beat of her heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, and you can stay here as long as you need. We'll call a locksmith later so you can get some of your belongings."
It's hard to believe someone that was a stranger only a few short months ago had shown her more kindness than her husband had in all of their years together. Your arm returns to her shoulder as more tears leak from her tired eyes, pulling her into embrace that wash decades of self loathing off her mind. All that lingers in its wake is how she'd kill to spend every morning in your arms - just like this. Even she had to relieve the pain of her past everyday, it would all be worth it to have you.
"Thank you, Y/n. I know we don't know each other well, but words can not describe how luck I am to have you. Without you I don't know where I'd be right now.."
"Ah, don't worry about it. I know you'd do the same for me. Are you hungry?"
She places a hand to her stomach, unsure when the last time she'd eaten. "Seems. Maybe i should make something for us. You've done enough for me already."
"Nah, don't think like that, we can do it together. I have some pancake mix and some fruit in the fridg if that sounds good."
Selene smiles. "That sounds wonderful, dear."
"Cool." Sporting a smile of your own, you lead Selene into the kitchen. You grab a cutting board and knife, placing both on the table as you digging around for the produce in your fridge. Cutting the fruit, Selene has never known more bliss from slicing anything than her husband's throat.
This truly was her new happiest day.
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five-flavor-soup · 14 days
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I personally think that basing your interpretation of how Ursa treated Azula on Zuko’s memories shown in ‘Zuko Alone�� is kind… incorrect. You can obviously — they’re the only real images of their childhood we get in the cartoon, other than the tiniest of snapshots in sepia — and that’s fine, but for me personally I just don’t think they’re complete enough.
These memories are from Zuko’s perspective. Not Ursa’s, not Azula’s, not Ozai’s or Iroh’s—Zuko’s perspective, his memories. And they’re all about him and Ursa together: every one of these memories have Ursa at their centre. We see her protect him and be kind to him, see her be physically affectionate and gentle, see her encourage him to be kind to himself and to Azula.
They essentially tell us that Zuko is Ursa’s son first, Ozai’s son second. Ozai remains a hovering, intimidating shadow on the sidelines (we still don’t see his face, we don’t see him genuinely interact with his children, and we see him irritating his father while being a very hands-off kinda dad himself) but Ursa is fully present. And ‘Zuko Alone’ is about Zuko trying to figure out who he is: the memories show that he views being his mother’s son as an exceptionally important part of his identity, which means they are about Zuko and his relationship with Ursa alone.
They are not supposed to tell us that Ursa neglected or abused Azula emotionally—that she only focused on protecting Zuko, while leaving Azula to suffer in Ozai’s incapable hands. Sure, we see Ursa scold Zuko for acting like Azula and cuddle him right after, and we see her scold Azula for acting mean and not cuddle her right after, but the key differences here are that Zuko shows guilt after frightening the turtleducks and Azula doubles down on trying to scare Zuko. The behaviour is different and will be, by any halfway decent parent, treated differently. 
I’m absolutely not saying that Azula wasn’t abused, because she 100% was. She was absolutely abused by Ozai, and I’m not ruling out that Ursa didn’t have a hand in how Azula ultimately turned out. But my point here is: these memories are far too limited and narrow for the viewer to properly determine whether Azula was treated incorrectly by Ursa. 
Zuko isn’t going to remember an intimate, lovely moment between Ursa and Azula when all that’s on his mind is his identity, and how it’s entangled with his mother and what she may have sacrificed for him. Additionally, he’s not particularly fond of Azula at this moment in the show (she did kind of kickstart his being a refugee, disregarding how the audience sees this sequence of events having begun), so he’s not going to remember her fondly either. Why would Zuko try to remember Ursa’s relationship with Azula at that point, instead of his own?
(Small tidbit: we also... don't know if Ursa's last words to Azula were 'what is wrong with that child', disregarding the comics which completely ruin azula anyway. Again, the memories are from Zuko's perspective and therefore won't show any private moments between Ursa and Azula. We're not even certain whether Azulon actually ordered Ozai to kill Zuko, or if that is simply what Azula interpreted it as/thought would be funny to say--causing the sequence of events that ultimately put Ozai on the throne. But whatever)
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followmybones · 8 months
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Currently thinking about a tired soap whose accent gets absolutely terrible when he's tired. He’s absolutely adorable and the best cuddle buddy there ever was, but fuck is he hard to understand. The kind of accent only a mother could understand. If you ever find yourself lucky enough to be unable to understand a single thing soap utters in the morning, it means he feels safe around you. It means he's let all his walls down, that his body doesn’t feel the need to kickstart and be aware of any possible danger.
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silcoitus · 5 months
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Hurt/Comfort Prompts
Started this list months ago. Decided to cap it off at 35. Feel free to use as an inbox tag game or to help kickstart your fics/art/whatever!
"I didn't know where else to go."
"You're the only one I can trust with this.*
"It's okay. I'm here."
"Breathe. Everything's going to be okay. Just breathe."
"Tell me everything."
"You did the right thing. I'm so proud of you."
"Shhhhh, you're okay. You're here now. Nothing can hurt you."
Wiping tears away with the pads of their thumbs while smiling softly
A soft kiss to the forehead/crown of head/temple
A silent embrace that cracks the dam, releasing the flood of tears
Wrapping a jacket/blanket around their shoulders
Tucking a strand of hair behind their ear
"I've got you. No one can hurt you."
"Are you mad at me?" "What? Of course not. I could never be mad at you for this."
"It's okay to cry. Let it out."
Bringing them a warm mug of tea/cocoa
Drawing a hot bath for them
Tending their wounds/doing their stitches 
Mending their torn clothes 
Cleaning their home/bedroom/kitchen
Cooking for them
Warming them up when they're freezing or cooling them down when they're burning up
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything."
"Don't talk. Save your energy and rest."
Squeezing their hand gently
Giving them a stuffed animal to hug
Cuddling them until they fall asleep
"Don't go. I don't want to be alone."
"I can stay the night if you want. Keep you company."
Bringing them flowers/food
Reading to them
Singing to them/Playing a musical instrument for them
Guiding them through breathing exercises
Helping them change their clothes
Backrubs/Foot massages
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avocado-writing · 5 months
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Kinktober 18
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18. Sensory Deprivation Gags, Service Top/Power Bottom, Bloodplay
notes: afab reader; menstrual sex.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.”
“He won’t help you I’m afraid, nightingale.”
You fall onto the couch, grabbing a pillow and curling up into a ball, the universal foetal position of pain. Your husbands exchange a worried look.
“What’s the matter, love?”
“I’m on my period.”
There’s a moment of silence.
“But you’ve never…”
“I know!” you shout, throwing your hands in the air. “I know. But after having the twins it feels like my bloody body’s been kickstarted again. And today I woke up and lo and behold! Look who’s knocking on my door after two thousand years. It was meant to be one of the good things about not dying. I feel horrible.”
You bury your face into the cushion as another surge of pain goes through your body. You did not miss this. It feels like everything inside your body is trying to drip out through your vagina.
You’re aware of the sofa dipping, and feel two comforting hands on you. You’ve been with them for long enough to know whose touch is whose without even looking up at them. You cuddle into your husbands.
“Oh, darling, we’re sorry,” Aziraphale says quietly, his broad warm palm sliding down to rest on your abdomen. He must be using some minor miracle because it feels like a heat pack, and immediately alleviates some of the discomfort.
“It’s not your…” you start, but trail off. Crowley snorts.
“You decided it is our fault midway through that sentence, didn’t you?”
“Well, I didn’t get pregnant by myself. Takes two - three - to tango.”
“Awkward tango.”
“Not when we do it.”
Your husbands chuckle. You sit up, collapsing into Aziraphale’s soft body, slinging your legs across Crowley. Aziraphale’s hand stills for a moment, before you feel it begin to travel dowards.
“You know, darling. People say orgasms can help relieve menstrual cramps.”
You feel your cheeks begin to warm.
“Oh, Aziraphale… you don’t have to…”
“It’s not a matter of ‘have’. It’s want.”
You lift your hips, let Crowley pull your jeans off, your pants too. You chew your lip.
“I don’t want to make a mess on the upholstery…”
“We can clean it up,” Crowley says, lowly. His long fingers press between the mess of your legs, wet with blood and slick. He admires the red shine on his fingers.
“Look at you,” he hums, before sliding them back inside you. Aziraphale adds his free hand to join his husband’s, beginning to circle your clit as Crowley works you open. Your cunt is sore and throbbing but also beginning to feel delicious. Your period is making you experience things you’ve not remembered for centuries, and it’s not all pleasant, but this bit is.
Without warning, Crowley slings one of your legs over his shoulder and moves his mouth between them. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue.
“Crowley…!”
“What?” he asks with a shrug, and drives in. Aziraphale spreads your cunt open for him as Crowley fucks you with his lips, his teeth. His nose grinds against your clit as his tongue presses inside you, your walls fluttering around his attentions.
“Oh my god…”
“That’s it, darling. Relax,” Aziraphale whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck and moving his hand up to cup one of your sore breasts. Crowley continues to lick you, sucking on your vulva, and when he moves three fingers inside your velvety cunt the feeling is too much. You come all over him, bucking upwards into your husbands’ embrace.
Crowley sits up. The bottom of his face is caked in fresh blood, and he licks his lips as if it were ice cream.
“Better?”
“Could do with one more,” you pant.
“I believe that can be arranged,” Aziraphale says into your ear, husky, and moves you around in his lap. 
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foodiewithdahoodie · 11 months
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MIWI HEADCANONS
Miwi where every time Mike and Will take a nap together, they always feel around the blanket so they can hold hands while they sleep. If Mike wakes up before Will, he just makes sure to stay as still as possible so he can keep holding Will's hand unbothered. If Will wakes up first, he just scoots closer and cuddles Mike and falls back asleep and sighs all happy
Miwi where Mike specifically asks Karen for two school binders during back-to-school shopping so he can use one of them solely for all the drawings Will gifted him (thus kickstarting Mike's collection of his cleric's art)
Miwi where Will's the only friend allowed to stay over at the Wheeler house on a school night. They even have an emergency toothbrush for him if he ends up sleeping over and Karen lets Will borrow Mike's clothes for the next day
Miwi where some of Will's clothes are hand-me-downs from Mike because Karen was gonna donate them anyways so she gave them to Joyce instead (especially the sweaters Will wears)
Miwi where Mike and Will acted out their favorite scenes in their movies or books, Dustin and Lucas already knowing not to claim the roles of Frodo and Sam cuz that's reserved for Mike and Will only
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macravishedbymactavish · 10 months
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Equinox (Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader)
TW for symptoms of depression and mental illness. It has some loving fluff, though!
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Loving Simon definetly wasn't an easy task, it was never linear or smooth. Some days it reminded you of skateboarding down a sidewalk, the small bumps in the concrete vibrating the wood under your feet. Other days, a ship sailing through a storm. Find something stable to grasp onto and hold on tight until the storm resolves. Hills and valleys, loving someone is a series of hills and valleys.
Loving someone who lost their way, felt an equinox.
Summers bringing warmth, new growth, lasting memories. Never wanting to stay inside for too long, late nights spent talking, cuddling and planning your future as the air smoothly dropped in temperature.
Winters bringing a stark reminder that you'll never quite know what you have until it's gone. The warmth replaced by chilling winds, the world now hidden under a blanket of white. Beautiful to look at, but motivated you to stay inside under warm blankets. Listening to storm warnings as you planned the holidays with family and friends. Who's hosting, what should I bring.
One could argue that both times of year had positives and negatives (sunburns vs frost bite, bugs vs ice); this never seemed to help the phases between when you knew change was coming. When all you could focus on is the positives you're going to miss, and the negatives coming down the line.
For him, summer was filled with laughter and a touch of happiness. It was a time of personal growth, he'd leave the door to his heart open just a crack. Enough for you to peek in, whisper words of affirmation, give him the smile that makes him melt. He loved with everything he was willing to give, basking in the feeling. Things just felt lighter.
Without much warning, after a short autumn -- his winter would come. A storm kickstarting the season full force. He would sleep more, a few more hours each day until he realized:
It's getting bad again.
Winter was heavy, much like the wet snow in the driveway. His bone marrow replaced with led, his mind transported to the past, his heart colder than the weather outside. Memories of what was followed him during every waking hour, reminded him of the life fate had chosen. God, what he would do to not be the main character for once.
With tortured eyes, he would watch you suffer the consequences of such an abrupt change in season. Emotional whiplash that caught you off guard, even years later. You would never admit to him how much it hurt, having him withdraw from you entirely. From sharing body warmth between the sheets, to barely being in the same room. You would never tell him how difficult it was to love him. Because loving someone who's bound to a life of loss, without losing yourself in the process is a near impossible task.
But anything is possible if you put your mind to it.
"Tom used to sit like that all the time, could never understand how it was comfortable" he commented once, spring on his horizon. This was the first time he told you anything about Tommy, about his family. You froze in shock, the offhand comment reminding you how little you knew about your lovers backstory. The guilt that followed ate you alive for days.
From that day forward, he would give you small seeds of information. Nothing major at first, mostly small parallels he made between his past and his present.
Sounds like what Tommy always said
Mum always loved those flowers. Would comment on 'em everytime when we passed the flower shop
While still a rarity, and mostly superficial observations you cherished every piece of his past he entrusted to you. It took more will power than you were proud of to keep yourself from asking the burning questions in your mind. Wanting to know more about those he cherishes in his memory; heart begging to help him carry on their memories. But you never pushed. He'll let you in when he's ready.
Simon would never admit it, but you brushed off on him in the time you spent loving him. Rubbed away some of the hardened mud and blood that caked over his soul. Let a little bit of light shine in to the darkened room; dare he say it you started making him hopeful again. In his eyes, it was nothing major. Softly whispering "when I come home..." instead of "if I come home" before being deployed. He'd stopped shutting down the ever ongoing questions about marriage asked by distant friends as quick, now playing it off with a light shrug. You became his ray of sun through the clouds. Never faltering, never allowing yourself to be closed off by the clouds, and somehow reminding him of all the love you think he deserves.
You made him think of the future again. One without an assignment leading him through every point, one where he felt at peace again. One where he would grow old, complaining of joint pains and asking when the grandkids would be coming by again.
You became his anchor in the storm that was his mind. When the nightmares from his upbringing and memories from missions would sink their claws into his conscience -- the thought of you kept him above water. Kept him sane.
Simon was your destiny, your endgame. Through hell or high water he was yours. You've never had a partner quite like him. You've never had an equinox.
Loving Simon wasn't always an easy task... but love never is.
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