#day 636

[daily-ethoslab]

[636] skulk mmm shknulk

#etho #ethoslab #hermitcraft #etho fanart #day 636 #me pouring redstone in my eye so it glows in the dark

[hasprotogilgamesharrived]

day 636

has prototype gilgamesh arrived in fgo?

636 backwards is still the same number. 

“what are you going to do with that information?”

nothing. 

#day 636 #fgo #proto! gil #gilgamesh

[jaina-chaosweaver-of-fate]

A new face shows itself, With enough of the old there, So she is still recognizable, At least if she picks the right things to wear.

#daily poetry challenge #day 636 #Something about large changes when unobserved?

[haiku-every-day]

The warmth will soon leave. /

How I await that great day. /

When the seasons change. /

#day 636 #haiku every day #haiku poem #haiku poetry #poem #poetry #haiku

[chuusdayinnit]

#exo #baekhyun #day 636

[personinthepalace]

caught it at a nice moment :)

#363 636 #olive and otis number spotted #odd squad reference lol #will I get to 1k? we will see lol #boop! #boop #boop o meter #tumblr stuff #april fools #happy april fools #happy april fools day #about me #personal #rambles in the palace

[redfagdiver]

Heart

#my art #eyestrain #daily drawing day 636

[chipistrate]

Hey so uh Does tumblr usually gaslight people with their follower count (more context in tags)

#Chip Chatter #it said I was at 550 last night but now it says I'm at 700??? #and when I made my 500 follower post my stats say I was actually at 636??????? #I feel like I'm being gaslit LMAO #it says the same stuff on both my phone and laptop and I've refreshed the page so many times thinking it'll go back to 550 but it's just #Not #and I'm not sure what's happening IREGHLAREZ #Am I at 550 or 700 Tumblr what the fuck!!!! #it also says I've gotten 1k notes in the past three days but I don't think that's right either???? #lowkey scaring me ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah #like if the stats are right then I'm really happy!!! But I don't want to celebrate a milestone that count be just a bug yknow #could it be because of the ghost notifs???? #idfk I'm so confused grfijghnrl.fzdcxr #EDIT: I counted myself and I'm at arounddd 564 rn so I guess Tumblr's just being Tumblr

[kazumist]

HOW HE INITIATES PHYSICAL AFFECTION .ᐟ

✩ — includes: various x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 636. reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated !!

thoma likes to hold your hand in public. what is there to hide from your relationship? he would effortlessly slip his hand into yours, the warmth of his palm making contact with yours as the two of you strided in the city of inazuma. though, thoma always loves holding your hand! everywhere you go, expect him to hold your hand almost every second.

xiao isn’t that used to relationships. let alone that much physical affection. but for you, he tries! he tried numerous times to hold your hand while you toured around liyue harbor. too bad lady luck isn’t on his side these days, and he kept on failing. however, he denies his blushing state as he feels you hook up your pinkie with him—it’s okay if you can’t hold hands just yet. for him, you’ll wait.

scaramouche is someone you never expected to initiate physical affection so easily. but here he is, holding your hand and putting it in his pocket when he knows you’re freezing. he’s well aware that there are times when the weather can get a bit chilly, and the warmth of his hand is just the perfect solution for that.

childe likes to link your arms together! everywhere you go, you’ll always be stuck to him because he likes your arm linked to his. although it usually gets misinterpreted (neither of you know why, honestly), childe would always (and proudly) clarify that you and he are together. he has no reason to hide your relationship; if anyone dares to lay a finger on you, then they’ll have to go through a bunch.

diluc interlocks your fingers a lot, actually. public or not, they’ll be interlocked. not that you complained, though; you’d smile at him every time you felt him doing this little action. and you laugh at him looking away in your direction, trying to hide the blush creeping onto his face without being suspicious. he just really loves the feeling of your hand in his.

albedo likes to tease you; every time your hands touched, he would pull you away when you were about to make more contact with his palm. the best contact you’ve gotten is that your fingertips are dancing with each other. albedo would tap your fingertips with his, and nothing more. but in the end, he’ll lock you and his hand together. he wouldn’t want you to be upset because of him now.

alhaitham is rather bold and unpredictable for you—too unpredictable, in fact. you can never find out what’s going on in his head most of the time; he always takes you by surprise. when you first started your relationship, you didn’t really know if he hated physical touch. but the moment you felt his hand slip into yours, you thought otherwise.

kaeya, the smooth one who will slip his hand at your waist, holding it whenever you go. before you were really taken by surprise whenever he did that, but it just feels so natural now. kaeya can get quite jealous at the smallest things (you find it quite cute, honestly), so he wants people to know that you’re taken—by him, of course.

heizou is clingy towards you wherever you two go (in a nice way!). but he usually does a lot of things! be it holding your hand, interlocking your fingers, or linking arms together, he does it all. heizou just loves any type of physical affection, so he doesn’t mind doing anything as long as it’s with you.

kaveh is a tad bit similar to heizou, but he’s less clingy. however, he prefers the simple and classic hand holding. his hands are soft despite being an architect; you honestly thought they’d be calloused. and holding kaveh’s hands is something that just feels so nice for you—like it was just meant to be.

#( writings ) #astronetwrk #favoniuslibrary #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaeya x reader #heizou x reader #kaveh x reader #thoma #xiao #scaramouche #childe #diluc #albedo #alhaitham #kaeya #heizou #kaveh #SO MANY TAGS IM ILL why do i write for so many characters <//3 #scara and albedos r my favorite

[hyunnie04]

cherry

yang jeongin x reader, fluff | m.list

wc: 636 | a/n: he is just so so kissable in these new pics aaA

an afternoon out with your favorite person in the world is just what you needed after a terrible day at work. the two of you decided on a little cafe near the shopping district the both of you frequent, just to sit down and hopefully unwind.

jeongin digs through his bag amidst your casual conversation about nothing and everything, nodding his head along in acknowledgement with whatever you were saying, an earnest habit of his to show that he was listening.

you sat across from him, eating the last forkful of strawberry short cake. you picked and left the strawberries for him, as per his request, on the plate as you went on.

"-and i said, why don't you just do this first and then decide." you continued, getting exasperated by your own retelling of what happened earlier at work. he hums, sending you a sympathetic smile.

jeongin then pulls out a small white tube from the compartment of his bag, a tube of what looked like the tinted lip balm he recently purchased a few days ago.

he unscrews the cap, neatly swiping the product along his lips with each pass. the color was a warm deep red and probably smelt and tasted of cherry.

jeongin noticed that you had gone quiet and the chatter falls into a lull. he looks up to catch you staring and the conversation is promptly forgotten, eyes trained on him.

"why are you looking at me like that?" he says, putting the cap of it back on. he looks absolutely enticing as he smacks his lips a couple of times to spread the balm across, placing the tube down on the table.

"l-like what?" you flush, quite embarrassed to have been caught staring. you rest your chin on your palm and glance away from his observant eyes, trying to keep up some sort of facade.

"like you want to kiss me or something.” he states it like a fact rather than a question. jeongin plants both arms crossed on the table, leaning forward. a questioning yet sly look washing over his face.

"-what? no!" you cross your arms stubbornly as well, much like a child. "i can't look at my boyfriend now?” he hums, utterly unconvinced.

"i just wanted to know what flavor you bought." you say through a pout, “you’re not that hot, y’know.” you inwardly smack yourself, knowing that was a blatant lie. he saw right through you and you were too embarrassed to admit it.

the urge to kiss him all over is intense, to plant loving pecks on his adorable face seemed like the only choice to sate your want for him. you wanted to kiss your handsome boyfriend more than anything. jeongin quirks an eyebrow but soon turns into an all knowing smirk.

"oh yeah?" he chortles as he drums his fingers on the wooden table, "if you wanted to know so bad you could have just asked."

he grabs your chin, pulling you into a saccharine kiss that you have been craving. he knows you so well. you could taste the lingering hint of cherry and perhaps the subtle note of peaches upon pressing yourself deeper into it. your tongue swipes by his bottom lip, getting a taste of that cherry you were already expecting, melting and spreading the balm across your own.

when he pulls back, a satisfied smirk graces his features.

"there," he licks his lower lip, his thumb wiping the messy excess off the edge of his mouth. "good?"

you sit there, dazed, drunk off his kisses alone. his copper hair falls in front of his eyes, framing his charming face.

"i'm not sure i got it the first time, can i try again?"

he laughs, eyes crinkling in amusement. he pulls you once more into another kiss.

#jeongin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #i.n x reader #i.n skz #i.n stray kids #yang jeongin fluff #skz fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids x you #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #skz imagines

[xi-chan]

Do you think you could write smt about Sunday or argenti with a partner that plays violin.. I've had this idea in my head for a couple days I just want to play them a nice song

of course love!! I love this idea btw- calm and romantic

thank you for your request <3

General Carnation

sypnosis: your boyfriend loves nothing more than to watch you play your instrument pairings: Argenti, Sunday x reader (separate) wordcount: 700 (Argenti), 636 (Sunday)

ARGENTI

"Remember when you said you wanted me to express my hobbies more with you?" you asked, currently sitting in one of the many armchairs in your lover's spaceship. He averted his attention from one of his many roses to you as he thought for a little time. "I do believe I remember. Why are you asking?" Argentine plucked one of said roses before bringing one to your hair, smiling gently. "I used to play the violin when I was younger, but after some time I kind of neglected that hobby and have been unable to play," you brought a hand up to your hair and felt the softness of the rose petals on your fingertips. It was smooth and glazed over your skin, unlike the other roses on the ship- of course he gave you the best rose he currently had. "I wanted to play again, all of a sudden, and I wanted to ask if you wanted to, I don't know, maybe listen to it?" it's true that it has been a few years since you last played, mostly due to the fact that work and free time weren't the best companions and after meeting Argenti- well, let's say you didn't have to worry about work anymore but were instead bombarded with his love. Not that you minded.

"Why, of course, my love. Listening to you play would make my entire day." he took your hand in his and held it gently, only squeezing a little. You smiled at the gesture but worried about one small detail: "I don't have a violin anymore though. And I know that there isn't one on the sh-" "We'll go somewhere and get you one then," he interrupted, smiling brightly at you. "Are you sure?" you held his hand equally gentle and he nodded his head, before walking to the cockpit and entering a new destination.

The feeling of a violin was all too familiar for you. Even after years of abandoning your hobby, your muscle memory did not betray you. Before you got into position though, you took a good look at the violin Argenti bought for you: it was hand-made crafted with the best quality wood, no cracks, the fingerboard was made out of ebony and the strings were easy to press down- Argenti truly sought after the best violin for you. You smiled at the thought before placing the violin on your left shoulder, your bow in your right hand. Your fingertips rested on the strings and you took a deep breath, trying to remember the songs you used to play, while your lover sat on one of the armchairs, waiting patiently. "If you're in need of some time to prepare you're freely to say so, my love." your cheeks reddened at his remark and you shook your head, "No need, I think I got it."

Your body seemed to be working on its own as you moved the bow over the strings, and a harmonic melody was played. Argentinischer watched pleasantly as you played and a smile was upon his lips as you two made eye-contact. He never said a word as you played the violin, silently amusing himself with his view of you and during the refrains of the melody, he sometimes even hummed a little, making you smile softly. As you played, Argenti relished in the sight. You were beautiful. Another kind of beautiful that he never thought he'd find in his lifetime.

Once you began to slow down and eventually end did he get up from his seat to hold your face in his palms before kissing you softly on the lips, which you reciprocated. "I assume you liked it?" you asked, only above a whisper. He chuckled as he nodded, "Of course I did. You were wonderful, love. Would you mind playing more, whenever you can?" you merely placed the violin on the ground before you hugged him tightly, trying to ignore his armour though which seemed impossible, after letting out a small "yes" at his question.

Now, whenever he was navigating to a new planet or universe, you stood a few metres away from him, playing the melodies both of you liked the most.

SUNDAY

The amount of workload he currently had was almost impossible to count. Piles and piles of documents messily stacked on his desk, and he himself wasn't any better. You offered to take some of the workload but he declined, saying that he can handle it by himself. He mentally gave himself a punch in the face as he realized how long he would have to sit at his desk before spending some time with you again. As he grumbled to himself, the doors to his office opened slightly, with you in the frame after, a violin in your hand.

"Ah, Angel, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to meet up with my sister at Oti Mall." he said after lifting his head, his wings fluttering a little as he saw your figure. "I did say that, but Robin had to cancel due to some... complications with her next concert." as you entered his office, you closed the doors behind you before noticing the documents on his desk. "I'm assuming those are the ones you still need to finish?" you asked and he merely nodded his head slowly. "I apologize, but it seems I have no time to spare with you, Angel." Sunday placed one finished document on a neatly piled stack before grabbing another from the messily piled one. You shook your head as you walked towards his desk, standing in front of him. "Darling, have you even looked at yourself in the mirror? You're not Sunday anymore- you're every other day of the week that isn't meant for resting." Sunday held back a chuckle at your use of his name which surprised you. Normally he would glare a few seconds at you before you apologized- but, to be honest, nicknames like chicken wing weren't exactly names he liked.

"What's with the violin, by the way? I noticed it when you entered." he inquired. "Oh, that's-" you brought up the violin for him to see before you elaborated, "Remember when I used to play the violin for Robin after he music lessons? She said it calmed her mind so I thought it could maybe work for you." Sunday tilted his head, a finger on his chin, "I see. In other words, you want to play for me?" he gave his usual charming smile at you as you nodded. "If you don't mind, of course." Sunday shook his head before you placed the body of the violin on your shoulder. "Any specific song you want to hear?"

As you played, Sunday's mind really calmed down and the responsibilities that laid on his desk seemed to vanish in a blink of an eye, his focus entirely on you. The calm, and soothing melody that you played made his head feel like it's on clouds and he smiled half-present at you. For a second, you thought he fell asleep when you noticed his eyes closed, but he hummed softly after. Sunday knew that you were good with instruments, mostly with string instruments, but he could've never imagined that you were able to play such angelic tones that could surpass even The Harmony's tunes.

As you began to stop, Sunday groaned with a small "please continue", making you smile to yourself. "Angel, it does calm me down, why are you stopping?" you sighed as you pointed to his documents. "I'm distracting you, too." Sunday shook his head, taking a deep breath before focusing on a paper again. "Please, continue. I can work and listen to you." he said and you simply giggled before placing the violin on your shoulder again, the bow on the strings.

"Fine, fine. I'll continue if it helps." you say before playing again and Sunday smiled as he began to work again, more pleases and more efficient, as well as faster, than before.

A/N: Btw I don't know how to play the violin but still tried my best

#honkaistarrail #hsr #honkaistarrail drabbles #sunday #sundayhonkaistarrail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr fluff #sunday x reader #argenti #argentihonkai #argenti x you #argentihsr #hsr argenti #argenti x reader #star rail

[corazondebeskar-reads]

you taste like home

(whoops my hand slipped and I wrote a drabble based on this post)

Joel Miller x gn!reader

words: 636

summary: Joel feeds you an orange.

warnings: soft Joel gets his own warning, nothing else really? it's erotic but not explicit. not only unbeta'd but I did not even read it through after writing it, so.

divider by @saradika-graphics

“C’mere,” Joel says, patting one of his splayed thighs where he’s sprawled on the threadbare sofa. He snubs his cigarette on the makeshift ashtray. 

You reluctantly rise from your nest on the ground by the radiator, blankets puddling in your wake, your favorite trailing behind you. He meant for you to sit on his lap, but you’re still pushing away the haze of sleep, so you lay with your head on his thigh, gazing up at his gristly scruff.

His lips quirk, and he shakes his head, but doesn’t try to cajole you up. “Got ya somethin’,” he says.

You perk up a little, eyes narrowed. Joel doesn’t do gifts. 

He’s too busy rifling through his backpack to roll his eyes, and the suspiciousness falls abruptly away when you see what he’s clutching.

It’s an orange. A real, honest to god, actual orange—though it looks more like a clementine in his meaty palm. 

Your mouth falls open. You might be drooling, not that you’d notice. Your hand drifts up to brush the peel and you’re mortified when tears spring to your eyes.

With one finger trailing the pimpled flesh, you look up at Joel.

He can see the question you’re trying not to ask. “Want it now?” he says.

“Yes,” you say on a soft breath. Your ribs are constricting, squeezing you, and you swear you can taste the zest when he cracks the peel. 

He tugs it away with ease, thick finger sliding between skin and plump meat to rend them apart. When he digs his thumbs in either side and splits it, juice dribbles down the side of his hand. He licks it off and grimaces.

“What?” you say. “Sour? It looks ripe.”

“Forgot how much I hated oranges,” he says. He’s not embellishing, but there’s still an amused glint in his eye as he anticipates your reaction.

“You hate oranges? The hell is wrong with you?” 

He shuts you up efficiently when another drop rolls down his skin and he holds the finger to your lips. 

You envelope it in your mouth immediately, eliciting a moan from both of you, though for very different reasons. 

He separates a wedge and presses it to your lips, which part eagerly, tip of your tongue darting out to catch the spilling juices. You further split it with blunt teeth, exposing the pulpy innards.

If he wasn’t hard before, the way your eyes roll back in your head does it. You take your time, savoring and letting the acid burn the split in your bottom lip.

“Passes your standards, Miami?” he teases. 

It does so much more. You feel. You feel the sting and tang. You feel the breeze off the coast, salty and clean in your lungs. You feel the kiss of the heavy afternoon sun. You feel him, solid and real. 

It’s home. All of it. 

You think he can see the brutal rawness consuming you, but he just feeds you the other half and brushes his hand over your head. 

“Did you just get juice in my hair?” you whine.

He groans. “Now you’ll smell like the damn thing.” 

It gives you an idea. “Hey, can you save the peel?” Maybe, just maybe, if you can trade for wax, you can approximate a faint candle. 

You stay there in his lap until the sun fades, lazily satiating your heart and stomach. When it’s all gone, he holds his sticky hand out and lets you greedily lap at the leftovers, tongue flicking the webbing between his fingers. 

Finally, you sit up and straddle him, arms around the back of his neck. “Thank you, Joel,” you murmur, something deep stirring behind your aching chest. 

You kiss him, and he thinks he could stand the taste of oranges every day if it made you this happy again.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller fic #soft joel miller #the last of us fic #fic: joel drabble

[elephantaday]

Thanks for running this blog.

My grandfather loved elephants,and I showed him one of these every day I could until he passed away.

Thanks for making a hard time easier.

I am so sorry for your loss 💙 Your grandfather sounds pretty cool Please imagine your are getting a huge (from an elephant).

I found this paragraph from an article by Linda Oatman High for you:

"Elephants do grieve, and they are one of the few animals who are similar to humans in mourning patterns. Believe it or not, elephants cry. They bury their dead and pay tribute to the bodies and to the bones. Scientists have observed that elephants feel empathy: they toss dust upon the wounds of fellow elephants, they help others climb out of mud and holes, they even have been seen plucking tranquilizing darts from one another with their trunks. Researchers have observed elephants trying to help dying friends, lifting them with tusks and trunks, crying out in distress."

And these elephants for you:

(Day 636 of posting pictures of elephants.)

(Source: The New York Times)

#This blog will always be here for anyone who needs elephants <3 #elephants #cute animals #cuteness #elephant #image of the day #not my image #cuteness overload #nature #wildlife #adorable #photography #explore #awww #baby #baby elephant #baby anima #baby animals #the New York times

[everyday-mspaint-kirby]

Day 636

#kirby #kirby fanart #daily kirby

[bby-deerling]

can i get some sanji x reader. you’ve been friends for years. end up having a crush on each other. sanji confesses first. you end up kissing snd confessing as well. your first date gets a lil spicy (you don’t have to write smut idc) ands up telling you he loves you. reader ends up crying in happiness. you can have them reciprocate or have sanji say, “it’s okay you don’t have to love me back yet.”

meow meow

meow meow, sweet anon <3 (this has been sitting in my inbox forever, i want u to know every time i'm sad i go back and read this request and the little meow meow at the end would always make me laugh and cheer me up!)

yours truly (sanji x fem!reader)

ft. pining, yearning, confessions, sanji being sanji

wc: 636 masterlist

“I love you.”

The words ring in your head, slowly seeping into your brain like a thick layer of gelatin.  A soft shade of pink creeps into the tips of your ears, the elaborate table setting and candles in front of you long forgotten.  There was only him, blonde bangs covering half of his face and eyes gleaming with sincerity; his breathing is shaky, impatient, and nervous as he awaits your response.

This was far from the first time Sanji had confessed to being under the deep spell of love—over two years ago he had said as much upon first meeting you, before even learning your name or glimpsing your entire face.  And he had said it to Nami and Robin at least three times a day.  Never taking his confessions seriously, you brushed them off as silly, whimsical musings of a man who was blissfully unaware of the severity of his words, not knowing what love—real love—was like enough to know any better.

But Sanji was kind, generous, and sweet, and if you were any more naïve and green, you would have been burning with affection for him from the very start.  He was attentive, anticipating your needs before you were even aware of them yourself.  Selfless to the core, he had no qualms about rushing headlong to protect you in battle—at times even before racing towards Nami.  He was cracked open and vulnerable, for you and you alone as he opened up to you during late nights when sleep was nothing but a feverish ideal for both of you.  As time crept on, he wormed his way further into your soul, despite your rational urge to keep him at an arm’s length to keep your own fragile heart safe.

Sanji is a flirt, you remind yourself.

You repeat those four words to no avail every day for two years and three days until you see him again; unfortunately, absence only makes the heart grow fonder, and fantasies and yearning for him have a chokehold on all of your sweetest dreams.  However, his behavior when you reunited made reality come crashing down around you.

He’s so excited to see you again that he can barely look at you without passing out from blood loss—but it’s the same with the other women, like it always has been.  Despite all your daydreaming, Sanji is still wholly himself; Sanji is only human.

His faults and complexity only spurs you to crave him more.  Temperamental and moody, he gets into bad fits, only able to be soothed by your caring words and touches.  Chivalrous to a fault, he bends over backwards to avoid hurting women in battle, often to the point of ignoring his own safety, but you have no qualms about playing the role of his savior, able to bask in the light of his gratitude as a reward for your efforts.  The frustrating way he swoons over each woman who crosses his path inexplicably only makes you want him more, convinced that you can show him enough kindness, affection, and care to make him see only you.  And somehow, against all odds, it worked.

When he confesses—truly confesses—his feelings to you, upon discovering that he had indeed cared for you deeply and truly this whole time, you’re so overwhelmed that tears prick at your eyes.  He wanted you as you are; all the hoops you had jumped through to woo him were simply icing on the cake, and vice versa.

That why when Sanji tells you he loves you, in between heated kisses on your first date in the kitchen of the Sunny, only one phrase comes to mind.  It’s moving quickly, and on the surface impulsive, but you’ve never meant anything more in your life.

“I love you too.”

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #one piece scenario #one piece fanfiction #request #he's my littol meow meow boy

[redfagdiver]

The center of the world

#my art #abstract #eyestrain #bright colors #daily drawing day 636