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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Can we have some s o f t Thenamesh after some spice?

Thena blinked herself awake, staring up at the ceiling of one of Babylon's many murals. It just wasn't the mural from her ceiling.

Gilgamesh smiled as soon as she looked at him. It was a little surprising that he had woken before her, but then again, last night had left her senses...disengaged.

"Hey."

"Hey," she smiled back, letting him lean in so their lips could meet. Gilgamesh liked kissing--the simple act of touching in any way to convey affection and adoration.

Thena might have said she didn't understand such notions at one time. But being with Gilgamesh, she had no choice but to accept that every look he gave her--every smile, every lingering touch of his hand to her arm, all were just as heartfelt as his flowery words.

And she loved every one of them.

Gilgamesh continued to press soft, light kisses along her cheeks, letting their sighs and the rustle of the sheets underscore their little moment. He pulled her closer, his hands pressing to the skin of her back like a lizard would press to the warmth of a sunbathed rock.

Thena allowed it, purring against him as the sun offered a pleasant warmth, second only to the man next to her. "I have watch."

"No," he denied outright, with a light chuckle as he nestled his face against her breastbone and kissed over her cleavage, "stay."

Thena ran her fingers through his hair, "I would love nothing more, but I do believe my pigheaded brother will have something to say about it. And I don't want him storming in here and spoiling the mood."

Gil snorted, moving his kisses to her shoulder and then to her neck, "he'll check your room first. Probably won't even think to come here."

"Hm," Thena acquiesced, although it had less to do with him being right and more to do with the pleasant tingles she was getting from his kisses.

Gilgamesh loved showering her with little affections like this. She deserved them, and he enjoyed giving them. Even more selfishly, he enjoyed knowing that he was the only one to elicit such contentment from the Warrior Eternal.

Thena was the Goddess of War. She was a creature of strength, and solitude. She commanded respect, commanded any space around her, commanded her powers more efficiently than any army.

But Thena also liked it when he lavished her with kisses along her long column of a neck. She liked it when he scraped his facial hair over her clavicle and she liked it when he nuzzled his nose into her soft, silken hair. Thena was the epitome of strength, but she was also far too beautiful for him not to worship, no matter her protests.

"The only reason I'm leaving this bed, is to make someone some much needed food."

Thena gave him her most playful glare. She enjoyed a bit of mischief, he had come to learn about her. She liked pushing Ikaris around (out of her way), liked passing judgements on their teammates/family with Druig, liked laughing at the results of Sprite's pranks with her.

He loved her laugh.

"I do hope you're talking about yourself," she mused, giving him a smile that bared her teeth. She thought she could come off as menacing but really it was just cute.

Gil moved to capture her lips again. He tasted like the first sunbeams of morning. "I suppose I could eat."

"Very well," Thena let out a deeply feigned sigh, her fingers trailing over the broad expanse of his back muscles. "I trust you to bring back something I will enjoy."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Gil played along, rolling over onto his back and pulling her onto his chest, closer to the window. The rising sun made her positively glow. She emitted radiance the way the sun offered energy. His arms closed around her waist. He angled his head on the pillow to look at her with her chin on top of her hands on top of his chest. "And why wouldn't you be coming with me?"

"You said you would vacate the bed for sustenance," Thena pointed out, entirely correctly, too. She tapped her fingers against chest, "it was never a condition that I join you."

Gil laughed, and the rumbling in his chest sealed Thena even closer to him. She found it comforting to listen to the many sounds of his being alive. He drew his knees up, pulling her knees with one of them and settling her between his legs. "I thought it was a given that I wouldn't be leaving you."

"Not even for your beloved kitchen?" Thena let out a velvety laugh in return, slithering up to kiss him again.

"Nah," Gil breathed between lazy, languid kisses, passing between them like trees swaying together in the same breeze. "Let them starve."

"My poor family," Thena practically giggled, only encouraging Gilgamesh to kiss her more. "They will never forgive me."

"Don't care," Gil whispered against her lips. He rolled them again, so her back could absorb the sunrise and he could admire her glow. The sun was the only other entity allowed to kiss his Thena. "They want you, they have to get through me."

Thena gazed at him, all of her softness built up in her eyes. Her hand raised to his cheek, just as effective an affection as every touch of her lips to his. "Then I can know some peace."

Gilgamesh turned his head into her hand, kissing her palm. Her hand became heavy on his cheek as she sank into the pillow, of which he had given her the majority. He knew the sun's warmth would lure her back into sleep. She was like the many lizards scattered around this desert home of theirs. "I'll be right here."

Thena let out a last, soft purr as she let her eyes slip closed again. She let her hand slide from his cheek to lie limp over his side. It was merely a position in which she could sneak in a little extra rest, but it said what she wanted it to.

Gilgamesh acquiesced, of course. The hand just barely hooked over him was asking him to stay--to move closer again. He granted her wish, as he always did, and always would. He scooched closer to her, unminding of the sheets hopelessly tangled around their bodies, or the morning breeze travelling over his bare arms. He wrapped them around Thena, because if she was warm enough, then his own comfort would follow.

She buried her face in his chest, promising she was happy. And it was with that, that Gilgamesh could also fall back asleep, chasing her even into the bliss of real rest.

#Thenamesh #*slamming my fists on table* babylon...BaByLoN...bABYLON #Thenamesh is the epitome of softness #softness for each other #softness that comes from peace #from the ability to know true vulnerability #and trust someone with it #and have it cherished in return #softness is not the absence of anything #not the absence of strength or of hardship #softness is the result of those things #softness is the after #the peace promised to us once we have endured the rest #softness with one particular person comes from knowing and loving #softness is the promise that I am me and you are you and that is more than enough #softness is what calls your name at night and what pulls the sun to you in the morning #softness is tender touches and eyes that say so much more than the mind could conjure #softness is listening to someone in the kitchen making breakfast #softness is someone's breathing becoming a love song #softness is the choice consciously made with love #softness is to know peace

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theoldkyokodied · 7 months

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The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

#bloodweave #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale x astarion #astarion x gale #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #yes this is about astarion helping gale defeat mystra and take her place with the crown in exchange for gale helping him with the ritual #the ‘they can make each other worse’ part of their relationship turned to the max #I enjoy them being reluctantly soft for each other more but from time to time I just think about how powerful they could get together #toxic evil boyfriends. take love and twist it up until it’s unrecognisable #I like to think that astarion approached gale with that offer after realising no one else in camp is gonna help him #and that he can use gales own hunger for power which backfired when astarion actually became emotionally invested in gale #and after gale kept his word despite everyone’s concerns astarion changed his plan from not fullfilling his end of the bargain to actually #helping gale kill mystra (mostly so that gale could belong to him and him alone. and letting him take the place as a god bc having a god #at you beck and call is definitely appealing. especially one as eager to please as gale)#anyway what I want to say with this is please please please let me kill mystra i don’t even care if the weave gets destroyed again

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fancyfeasti · 3 months

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"I guess you have changed."

-Husk, Hazbin Hotel Ep. 8

#Is anyone okay after that finale??#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angel dust #husk #i'm still processing all the new info they just threw at us #Sir pentious is in heaven?!?!?!?!!?#lilith????#i'm so sad its over but holy shit that was so good #anyways enjoy some soft huskerdust while you process #actually sobbing #charlie morningstar #vaggie #sir pentious #lucifer #lilith #nifty

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v6que · 10 months

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𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌

𔕛𑂴ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 , 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌

启示录 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾 ིㅤㅤ𝅄

⏤ 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾 .

⭒ ㅤ 天上ㅤ ㅤ⏤ㅤ ㅤⴕ

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 ♡

⏤ 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒

✩ິㅤ⠀⠀𝒌𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳

⏤ 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 ୨୧ 我爱你

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unboundprompts · 7 months

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an enemy to lovers and one bed trope but I need their responses in the morning being strangled to eachother

One Bed Trope: Morning After Dialogue

-> feel free to edit as you see fit

"Get off of me."

"Is it weird I'm comfortable?"

"Jesus Christ how did we manage to fall asleep like this?"

"How the hell did you wrap your leg around me?"

"You've been laying on my arm all night and I can't feel it."

"I would've moved to the floor but you were using me as a pillow."

"I almost fist-fought you last night when you took the blanket."

"I have to pee so bad please get up."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to look you in the eyes after this."

"You snore. Loudly."

"I do not snore, you liar."

"We don't have to talk about it, just get dressed."

"It's too early for this, we'll talk about it later."

"I don't understand how I slept so good last night."

"Let's keep it professional, alright?"

"Don't get confused, I was only clinging to you because you stole the blanket and I had no other way to keep warm."

"We're not going to bring this up ever again, right?"

"I slept really good last night." "That makes one of us."

"My arm is still asleep."

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"How did the blanket end up on the floor? No wonder I was freezing."

"Go back to sleep."

"You're the only source of warmth in this stupid hotel, come back to bed before I get hypothermia."

#writing prompts #dialogue prompt #otp prompts #creative writing #prompt list #ask box prompts #one bed trope #enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers prompts #soft prompts #morning after #fluff prompts #argument prompts

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boomxyzu · 27 days

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She can’t remember anything, but he will remember her every day how much she means to him.

what if Zelda doesn’t remember anything after her dragonification.

>>1<<

>>2<< you are here

>>3<<

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rileyclaw · 2 years

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guys I really like the camila adopts hunter trope guys I really really really-

#camilas soft spot for hunter in fan content after kings tide is my absolute FAVOURITE trope so far #the owl house #toh #toh comic #toh fanart #my art #hunter toh #camila noceda #human realm hijinks #long post

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dallycatstrike · 1 month

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Can we get a before and after?

How's my progress?? Probably gonna put on some more muscle too

#belly #bulking #before and after #gaining #ex jock #gamer belly #soft tummy #jiggle jiggle

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olileigh-art · 2 months

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This image has been stuck in my head since I first watched episode 76 back in early January but I was busy with uni so it had to wait

Tip Jar

#critical role #m9 #art #cr2 #fjord stone #fjord #critical role fanart #mighty nein #This moment reminds me of “First Light” so much it's the only thing I can think about while listening to this song #One bright morning changes all things #Soft and easy as your breathing #and also #But after this I'm never gonna be the same #And I am never going back again #I think about this a lot

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suspencerrrr · 1 year

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I love the implication that when Ryan and the Professor are not trying to strangle each other’s throats, Ryan gives him rides home from Watcher HQ. Like imagine, if you will, the Professor sitting in a lil booster seat in Ryan’s passenger side, sipping on a bottle of Bug Juice, singing at the top of his little puppet lungs to Doja Cat Taylor Swift while Ryan wastes away in rush hour traffic.

#THEY MAKE ME SO SOFT WTF #the professor #ryan bergara #puppet history #shane madej #rip Ryan’s doja cat obsession after that whole debacle oof

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dragon-tidbits · 3 months

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Waddles is going to be the most spoiled and healthy pig around

#Gravity Falls #Mabel Pines #Waddles #Fiddleford McGucket #Fiddleford Friday #finally catch a friday to do this for him #I love the idea Fiddleford looks like a soft cottagecore grandpa after the show

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starks-hero · 9 months

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The kiss isn't even what killed me it was how gently Aziraphale touched where Crowley had kissed him–

#michael sheen needs all the awards because you can SEE him thinking if he's really made the right decision just by his eyes #the way he touched his lips after the kiss. the softness. the utter disbelief.#they'll find their way back to each other #good omens spoilers #gos2 spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands

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solarmorrigan · 7 months

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Eddie can never move again.

Or at least, he can’t move for a while. He’s been chosen.

Steve has fallen asleep on his shoulder, and Eddie figures it’s like when a cat chooses your lap to nap on: you simply don’t move until either it can’t be helped or the cat gets up, whichever comes first.

(Eddie tries not to imagine Steve curled up in his lap, instead of just resting on his shoulder. He is marginally successful.)

It’s not really that Eddie is that much of a soft touch (so he likes to think), it’s just that he knows Steve has been running himself ragged lately – he’s been picking up extra shifts and odd jobs in between, trying to save up enough to move out of his parents’ house; he’s been running errands for Claudia while her car’s been in the shop this week; he’s still trying to keep up with the gremlin horde, even if they don’t need rides quite as often these days; and Eddie’s pretty sure he hasn’t been sleeping (they’re creeping up on November; a lot of their party members aren’t sleeping well).

The bags beneath Steve’s eyes are big enough to have their own area code, is all Eddie’s saying, so when he’d noticed Steve nodding and listing a little into Eddie’s side, he’d stayed quiet. He’d stayed quiet when Steve’s head had rested lightly on his shoulder, and had been quiet still when Steve had grown heavier and heavier until he was practically draped over Eddie, head nestled firmly into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

Eddie isn’t going to say a damn thing, and he sure as hell isn’t going to move.

He’s been chosen.

(Never mind that it’s just the two of them watching a movie and there is literally no one else for Steve to fall asleep on. That isn’t the point.)

The only thing is, Eddie’s arm is sort of sandwiched between them, and it’s sort of starting to go numb, and Eddie’s a little worried about the prolonged lack of blood flow. He needs both hands to play the guitar, so he can’t really afford to lose one, is all, so he tries to gently, ever-so-gently, extract his arm from between them.

This works like crap, of course, Steve is a ridiculously light sleeper and Eddie knows this, and he’s stirring against Eddie’s side with a grumble before Eddie can even work the feeling back into his hand.

“Nope,” Eddie murmurs, wrapping his arm around Steve’s back and pulling him closer. “Nope, no, goooo back to sleep.”

He runs his hand gently up and down Steve’s side and, miraculously, this does work. Steve settles, curled even further into Eddie’s side than before, and Eddie sighs. He lets his hand come to rest on Steve’s waist, but keeps stroking with his thumb, just in case.

(Eddie tries not to think about the fact that he and Steve are now essentially cuddling. He is entirely unsuccessful.)

Things are peaceful for a while longer, and they’ve nearly reached the climax of the movie when Steve stirs again.

It isn’t the sort of sleepy stirring that would suggest Steve is waking on his own (Eddie’s seen that, on the occasions he and Steve have spent the night together, just sharing space to fight off the darkness. Eddie’s seen Steve wake on his own, and this isn’t that), this is more the kind of restless movement that suggests something less than peaceful is going on in Steve’s mind.

A little furrow appears between his brows, and a little frown pulls at his lips, and Eddie did not go to all of the trouble of not waking him earlier only for a nightmare to get him now, so he takes his hand off of Steve’s waist and moves it up, carefully carding it into Steve’s hair.

He rubs his fingers against Steve’s scalp, scratching a little, almost petting, and for a moment Steve only grows more restless, leaving Eddie to wonder if he’s just fucked up, but then – Steve nearly collapses into Eddie’s side. Complete dead weight, boneless as a chicken strip.

He hums deep in his chest, clearly pleased (a little like a purring cat, Eddie’s brain unhelpfully provides), so Eddie keeps it up.

In fact, he does it well enough that Steve is still dead asleep by the time the movie ends. And Eddie could wake him, offer to let him stay the night, and hope he can get back to sleep after they relocate somewhere more comfortable, or–

Or he can stop the movie and give in to his heavy eyes and fall asleep sitting curled around Steve.

Which is exactly what he does.

(And when they both wake later, bathed in the blue glow of the stopped VHS tape, completely sore from sleeping all crumpled up like idiots, Steve insists it’s the best he’s slept in ages. He looks at Eddie and says—quietly, almost uncertain, almost like he’s saying more—that they should do it more often.

Eddie agrees.)

[Prompt: Falling asleep on your partner's shoulder]

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddiesteve #stranger things #something soft and silly after last week's angst #solar wrote

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mmmairon · 3 months

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