#so somft

[didderd]

forgor to post this doodle i did for Milk a bit ago

the beeg mans, Butch belongs to @sans-guy <333

#softies <3333 #cewties <333333 #would fix a few things but i accidentally din't save it as an mdp file #so i lost th layers :'> #forgot him fkn thumb #still rly like it tho #so somft #<33333 #butch sans #butch x y/n #undertale #undertale au #didderd art

[trashpandafluff]

It’s been getting cold so It’s time to draw some self-indulgent cozy art of the duo ever.

So underrated please join my obsession! I have a head cannon that the cold affects Sneeg more because he’s a bug and smol so Phil provides.

#origins smp #osmp sneegsnag #osmp philza #osmp fanart #philza #sneegsnag #my two beloveds #not a ship #let them be brothers in arms #so somft

[mxmoth]

DOMINIK MYSTERIO and JD MCDONAGH on WWE RAW | 3-4-24

#dominik mysterio #jd mcdonagh #wwe #my gifs #so somft #so tendy #gimme more #god's most perfect whump

[accio-victuuri]

wang yibo - bananain

#wang yibo #so somft

[periodicavocation]

🥺

via arizona coyotes twt | 19.02.23

#matias maccelli #juuso välimäki #nick bjugstad #arizona coyotes #yotes #so somft #hug maccelli more

[hicup]

I love my boyfriends tumby so much

#so somft

[sinnamonpork]

resting bitch face? more like resting pretty face

#the amount of love I have for his forehead is unreal #his winter hero costume too #hori fanned the flames when he made that costume #he looks so somft and smol on it wtf #i know for a fact that 1-A is simping for this boy #ahem deku ahem ahem shouto ahem uraraka #probably denki too #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #mha bakugou #dekubaku #bakudeku #todobaku #bakuocha #kamibaku #??? #mha #bnha #simping

[lotuslate]

drunk and in love in a meadow // used this pic as ref

#mdzs #mdzs fanart #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #jessbye #egg #that pic had been stuck in my head so i couldnt help but draw this silly lil doodle 🤧 #i kinda miss somft wangxian… they are so in love

[demodoggonetired]

It's a quiet night in with just the two of them - Wayne having already left for work. A gentle drizzle has settled over the trailer park.

Eddie's hunched over at his desk with the old table lamp on, painting his latest miniature for the upcoming campaign. Steve's perched on the bed right near him, using that same lamp light to read one of Wayne's magazines. A tape randomly picked from their collection plays in the background.

There's a quiet 'clink' as Eddie rinses his brush in the paint-water cup (newly labeled after one to many mix-ups). The brush is dried then slotted into the cracked mug holding the rest of his painting tool hoard.

He pauses to stretch out his back from its scrunched position, scars giving a minor twinge at the action. Then reaches for his small, detailing brush.

Only, it's not where he put it last.

It's not on the pallet. Didn't slip under the paper towel. Sitting in the paintbrush mug? Nope. Roll onto the floor? No dice. (Well actually, many dice. Including the d8 he lost last week, he should remember to grab that later (he won't)).

It's as he's pulling his head back out from under the desk that he notices it.

The subtle, upturned pinch at the corner of Steve's mouth.

Like he's fighting not to smile. Trying to act like he hasn't noticed Eddie's obvious searching.

"Steve?"

"Mhm?" The thief doesn't even deign to look up from the magazine.

"Have you seen my small detail brush? Bright red handle?”

"Nope."

Right, of course. Because the hand Steve wasn't using to hold his magazine just happened to be tucked behind his back, out of sight.

Clearly this called for drastic measures.

Without giving the other a chance to react, Eddie lurches forward to push his boyfriend back onto the bed, simultaneously planting himself atop Steve's legs.

"You sure about that one, loverboy?"

Steve crinkles his nose with a slight blush at the pet name. Then reaches up with the hand that previously held the magazine (that has now ended up in the abyss of the floor, sorry Wayne).

Eddie stills, curious to see how Steve will defend himself, as the hand continues up... and plucks the missing paintbrush from behind Eddie's ear. Where Eddie had earlier, unthinkingly stashed it.

Steve's face breaks out into a grin at Eddie's affronted noise.

"What do you have to say for yourself now, Eds? Accusing your boyfriend of such a heinous crime?"

Eddie hums, rolling the now reclaimed brush in his fingers, staring down at the boy beneath him. His sure-fire grin. Eyes crinkled in mirth. How the soft lamp light and dappled moonlight played across his features.

He leans down, hovering over the other.

"I say that I'd forgive you anyway. How could I not, with such a pretty face like that."

They meet in a gentle kiss. No rush as they simply enjoy the other's company. Warm in the knowledge there's nowhere else they need to be tonight. The tape clicks as it finishes and the rain becomes their only background noise. They seperate.

"Mmgood. Cause I did steal your paint tube."

#Showing affection by temporarily stealing your loved ones things until they give you attention #Damn y’all this is the first fic of any kind I’ve written since like 2013 or so?? #Both of which were very somft #Steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #Stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #My posts #My writing #wow didn’t expect to ever have a writing tag lol

[cloysterbell]

What's the last thing you remembered before you woke up in the hospital?

#fringe #fringefox #fringeedit #mine:photoset #walter bishop #peter bishop #olivia dunham #oughghh they are so somft for each other

[llamagoddessofficial]

Still got that Horror Mafiafell Sans brainrot

---

It wasn’t the first time Sans had pulled you into his lap, by any stretch of the imagination. The wads of cash he so often put in your pocket to ‘make up’ for the time you spent trapped had been difficult to explain to the bank at first- by now, it had happened so often that the tellers just got a look on their faces when they saw you walk in

They called you by name without looking at any paperwork. They probably thought YOU were in the mafia.

It was common bar knowledge how fond he was of holding you through his meals. Nowadays, Lisa would jokingly 'warn' you when he came through the doors and his mood was visibly stormy... the deeper his glower, the more likely he was to pull you in without warning when you passed his table, those giant claws sealing tight around a body that immediately became tiny in his presence.

So you should've been used to it.

...

... Something was very new about this time. And it wasn't just the lit cigar between his phalanges, different to his usual brand of choice.

Up against his huge chest. Your cheeks were hot, your heart was thumping. His touch was... different. Sat sideways across his lap, he kept you tucked against him with a hand on your thigh. Though on your thigh was a little bit of an understatement- his hand was so huge, he had nearly all of your thigh in his hold. 

The other hand, resting on the table, had the cigar held between the index and middle finger. It felt like an impenetrable barrier between you and the outside world... his gold rings gleaming in the low light.

... Perhaps it was the position of his hand. Holding your thigh gently, but with a possessive hint in the curl of his claws that slightly pressed into your flesh. Big, warm bones, the cold metal of the rings... he was holding you like he owned you.

Either way, you were just staring at his jacket lapel. Finding it very hard to cool down. The smell of smoke and gold was overpowering.

(You’d grown pretty adept at just tuning all table conversations out, for fear of overhearing something dangerous. But today, you couldn’t have concentrated on what was being said to Sans by the other two men at the table, even if you tried to.)

You didn’t know what the meeting he was having was about, and whatever it was, he didn’t seem happy about it. But he wasn't furious in a way that would usually frighten you. His energy was much more... reserved. There was a low scowl written across his face, he looked serious, dark. The crack and his scars cast deep and expressive shadows across his face. You were protected from the entire world, like this.

... Usually, you just felt like a tiny plushie in the arms of a big child who needed comforting. Not this time. And as he brushed his thumb slowly, back and forth across your leg... the prickles ran up your spine.

What's wrong with me? You swallowed. Your heart hadn't slowed down, not one bit, hands balled in your apron. What's going on?

... You heard Sans move, above you. You couldn't help but look up at him- and his big eye moved down to you. He seemed to register your altered state, for the first time, emerging a little from his obvious frustration at the other members of the table.

...

... His expression changed. Something about him shifted, ever-so-slightly.

His grin lifted, sharpened... his sockets fractionally lidded. 

He was smirking at you.

You’d grown accustomed to gleaning as much as possible from Sans’ expressions. It was how you judged his mood, how you saw his grabs coming, how you guessed what he was trying to say with the few words he had available. 

Perhaps you were too good, now. Because when he leered down at you like that, gently squeezing your thigh... you could practically hear his words purring through your mind.

“aren’t you cute~?”

You immediately broke eye contact, staring at your own knees. But it to was too late- you felt heat completely flood your face.

... Sans returned his attention to the other people at the table. But not before he gave your thigh another little stroke with his thumb. As if making sure you absolutely knew he saw that.

...

You faintly recalled hearing that Sans, before his famous injury, was something of a... playboy. If you were completely honest, it had been very hard to picture the Sans you knew successfully wooing someone.

...

You could imagine it, now. Very, very well.

#llama writes #hmf sans #look. look. i kNOW #HES HOT OKAY #HES SO HOT #and i know we all love that hes a big ol sweetie and a big somft puppy #but i wanted a lil glimpse of the mf in the hmf yknow #he got the Skull Rizz and the Mafiafell Rizz... /combined/ #you cant tell me that wouldnt Do Something ifyouknowwhatimsayin

[skquill]

All of Bigtop S2 was finally compiled. I loved this little ending/prologue.

#I've always liked seeing the little tidbits of the crew in their regular lives #so seeing tim being the one to meet Steve first made me somft #bigtop burger

[creacherkeeper]

when you didn't even know you needed a second chance

{the good bones, maggie smith / summer doorway with african lilies, phyllis dodd / sputnik sweetheart, haruki murakami / ashe vernon / phoebe wahl / creacherkeeper / braiding sweetgrass, robin wall kimmerer / love poem with apologies for my appearance, ada limón / @korocore / i am offering this poem, jimmy santiago baca}

[ID: ten images, 8 of text and 2 paintings, in a litstack

1: [...] though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.

2: a realistic painting in soft colors of a potted african lily plan sitting outside the open doorway of a home. beyond the door there are more plants in a garden

3: I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

4: So maybe this time, love doesn't kick down the door-- / doesn't rattle the windows or plant weeds in the flower garden. / Maybe you can't smell the smoke because, / for once, / nothing is burning.

5: There is a little house somewhere, surrounded by green cedar boughs, where we are eating oatcakes with honey, dipping them in our tea three times for good luck. Somewhere I am sitting with you in stillness.

6: Calm, for the most part. Also tired, also worried, also nervous, also scared, also sad, but those things were just … always swimming around inside her somewhere. Sometimes they were quiet, sometimes they were bigger. They’d been quiet the last few days. It seemed another emotion had replaced them, a subtle sort of ache around her chest, a pang of longing that she had long come to recognize. / She really missed Morel.

7: [...] found her barefoot in the garden, planting beans and helping me fill my pail with earthworms that were severed by her shovel. I thought I could nurse them back to health in the worm hospital I constructed beneath the irises. She encouraged me in this, always saying, "There is no hurt that can't be healed by love."

8: I do like I do in the tall grass, more animal-me than much else. I'm wrong, it is that I love you, but it's more that when you say it back, lights out, a cold wind through the curtains, for maybe the first time in my life, I believe it.

9: a painting of many pastel flowers. the flowers are painted using thick brush strokes to give the petals a raised texture

10: I love you, / I have nothing else to give you, / so it is a pot full of yellow corn / to warm your belly in winter, / it is a scarf for your head, / to wear over your hair, / to tie up around your face. / I love you,

end ID]

#litstack #web weaving #quote collection #your honor romance is not dead #it comes in the form of morel and cat #they mean so much to meeeeee #somft. so so somft #cat losttownship #lost township

[didderd]

Fell Week day 1! :3

Lil kith on th cheek. u3u

Prompt suggestion from @skelekins! <3

#ty for th suggestion! :3 #this is so cute ;v; #so. somft #fell week #fell sans #fell sans x sona #monstersona #underfell #undertale #undertale au #didderd art #couldn't decide. between mouf kiss n cheek kiss #went wif th cheek. but i might do another lil doodle :3 #(forgor my sona's left arm. ignor that. 's there 's just awkwardly pressed to their side lmao)

[accio-victuuri]

Wang Yibo - Linsy Home Furniture

#wang yibo #so somft

[laughing-moonlight]

HE???

LOOKS???

SO SOMFT???

#trolls john dory #john dory #trolls 3 #trolls 3 band together #trolls band together #trolls jd #jd trolls #trolls #brozone #somft #blorbo #so eepy