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Cuddle Up, Baby
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
Warning: pure fluff, sleepy Daemon, needy Daemon
Summary: Daemon is in desperate need of a loving hug from his wife.
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It was late into the night when Daemon entered his sleeping chambers. Most of the candles had already burned down and gone out. The fire in the hearth had been reduced to glowing embers. He saw an open book by one of the chairs beside the hearth. He put in a paper to mark where it had been left open.
Daemon dragged his feet to his bed, noticing the smaller figure resting under the blankets. He noticed the soft rise and fall of the person’s chest. Their soft breaths came out in little puffs. He softly sat on the edge of his bedside and untied his boots.
After he had unlaced them and began to shed the layers of clothing he felt soft hands touching the exposed skin of his back. “I thought you were asleep, ābrazȳrys.“ (wife)
The soft chuckle next to him was laced with sleep. “I was only resting, valzȳrys.” (husband) The soft voice of his wife made him chuckle. “It is late, love.” She hummed softly. “You know I can’t sleep when you aren’t holding me.” She whispered.
Daemon got off the bed to lay his clothes on a wooden chair in the corner of the room. He put on his sleeping trousers before finally crawling into bed. Into his wife’s arms. “I can remedy you not sleeping.” He whispered back.
She chuckled as she felt his breath tickle her neck. “And how?” She asked him coyly. Daemon smirked at his wife’s little smirk. He kissed her temple gently before burying his face in her soft hair. “By cuddling you to sleep.” He mumbled.
This brought out another soft giggle. “My, my. Seems like the big scary dragon is sleepy today.” Daemon chuckled. “It has been a long day being surrounded by cunts.” He growled. His wife hummed softly. “Then cuddle me and forget your sorrows.” She whispered gently. “With pleasure.” Daemon tiredly whispered back.
He pulled his wife closer to him. Nearly laying on her as a dragon would on his hoard of treasure. After all, his wife was his greatest treasure he would protect with his life.
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outerrimhours · 1 year
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Fluffember Day 2
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Title: Uncertainty
Pairing -  Obiwan Kenobi X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Prompt - “Cry,yell, whatever. I’m not going to leave your side”
Word Count - 484
Warnings - Angst, but fluff. Also probably the worst thing I’ve written lol 
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"They can’t do this Obi-wan”, you sobbed, “the council can’t abandon me like they did Ahsoka.” Crying so hard, as if your soul could bleed an ocean, you pressed your hand against the glass pane of the window. The chill a striking contrast to the way your body burned. A devastating amount of thoughts overwhelming every sense, body shaking with the disquietude of the unknown. 
Obi-wan’s reflection a ghost in your peripheral as the rain outside pelted the glass harder. The agony that accompanied the fear of leaving the temple swallowed your breath and ability to breathe. You felt as if you would collapse against the floor.
“They will not abandon you, little one, I assure you”, he eased, trying to soothe the storm raging within you. 
“You abandoned her too, you know,” you choked, fingers gripping the railing until knuckles turned white. 
Obi-wan’s shame was brief, the faraway eyes, the heavy swallow, but returned his attention back to your own reflection in the glass. 
Surely, if you weren’t so consumed by your own anguish, you could feel his own torment through the force. The regret and sorrow he felt when Ahsoka left. He vowed he would not let the same happen to you, or his own padawan. Although he too wanted to cry, allow his own heart to break, he had to be the calm in your darkness. A soothing voice for your ears.
“We all could have done more”, he replied, as if trying to convince himself more could have been done to stop her.
Your face scrunched in an ill attempt to still the tears threatening to spill over again, whipping around to face the Jedi Master. When Obi-wan couldn’t meet your eyes, you felt an almost animosity. An emotion Jedi were not allowed to feel. 
“I hate them”, you seethed, throat burning, face raw with tears. Panic flickered over the man’s eyes, “Young one”, Obi-wan said sternly, “that is not the Jedi way.” 
“Will you abandon me, like you did her”, you shouted, desperate to make someone feel the pain you felt, invading his space until all that stood between you was the hatred you seethed. 
“No”, he shushed, hands reaching out to cup the swollenness of your cheeks, raw and aching from the bitter tears. 
“You will”, you gasped.
Obi-wan forced you into his chest, arms protective and assuring, robes smelling like everything he was. 
“Cry, yell, whatever! I’m not going to leave your side. I will not abandon you, little one.” 
At his words, he felt the way your body released, through the force, every emotion you felt dissipating until all that was left was worry. His chest warm against your face. You sighed, hands clutching the fabric of his tunic. In that moment you stilled, the world around you continuing except in the moment you both had created. Everything safe and warm wrapped up in his arms. 
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flyingpotstickers · 1 year
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tag me in your creations :) here’s a prompt list for ✨december✨
1. dramatic
2. origins
3. first
4. slice of life
5. reasons to be together
6. remembering / memory
7. reconciliation
8. dancing
9. holiday
10. tree
11. sappy
12. nightmare
13. relax
14. wind down
15. public display of affection
16. single parent
17. introducing to the parents
18. rainy kiss
19. date
20. gingerbread
21. holiday songs
22. text
23. inside joke
24. their song
25. cheer up buttercup
26. social media
27. photograph
28. secret
29. plan
30. proposal
31. jealousy
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typelikeagirl · 1 year
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card-of-the-day · 3 months
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Today's Card Is: Wizard's Fireworks
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callmefirefly · 3 months
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cypherdecypher · 1 year
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Animal of the Day!
Beluga Whale (Delphinapterus leucas)
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(Photo from Orlando News)
Conservation Status- Least Concern
Habitat- Arctic Ocean; Northern Pacific Ocean; Northern Atlantic Ocean
Size (Weight/Length)- 1360 kg; 5 m
Diet- Squid; Crustaceans; Octopus; Fish
Cool Facts- The sea canary that is the beluga whale will always put a smile on my face. With thick blubber to help survive freezing temperatures, the beluga’s most iconic feature is their melon head. Within their melon is an echolocation organ. By producing sounds that are more similar to a bird than a whale, beluga whales can find anything from schools of fish to breathing holes in meter thick ice. Belugas live in groups ranging anywhere from ten individuals to hundreds, including other species of whale and porpoise that are adopted into the pod. Constant play is a must. Belugas play catch with each other using wood and will pop bubbles that other belugas blow.
Rating- 13/10 (Not a whale, not a porpoise, more closely related to narwhals.)
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ramblingsofafanatic · 5 months
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Kalluzeb Cottagetober 2023! Day 31 - Campfire
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ojaiyart · 1 year
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some little pocket sized monsters
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floridaboiler · 3 months
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LAST DRAWING FOR THIS AGENT CHALLENGE HOLY FUCK
agent is @tofudemaru's character
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Freezing
Pairing: Geralt x gn!reader
Warning: none
Summary: A didn’t put on enough layers when they went outside, so B lends them their coat
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Yes, he told you to put on more layers. No, you didn’t listen to him. Maybe you should. Now you have the aftermath of your actions or more your lack of them. You shivered uncontrollably while sitting on the back of Roach.
Geralt shook his head for the umpteenth time as he watched you suffer. He stopped the horse with the click of his tongue. Roach huffed out. You looked down at him. Confusion written all over your face. He took off his warm cloak and reached up and gave it to you. “What are you doing?”
Geralt rolled his eyes at you. As best as he could he reached around your shoulder to put the cloak around you. You tried to stop him by struggling. Your efforts were for nothing as the monster hunter gently threw his cloak around your shoulders and fastened it around your neck.
You groaned but he wouldn’t listen to your whines. He all but ignored you as he went on. Never turning to you. You were grumpy the whole ride.
After a few miles Geralt moved his hand from the reigns to yours resting on the saddle. It was his way of figuring out if you still showed him your cold shoulder or if you would have warmed up a bit by now. Your hand moved from under his. First Geralt thought you were still pissed at him. But then you moved it over his. “Love you too. Thank you.” Came from above making the corners of his lips.
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outerrimhours · 1 year
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Fluffember Day 1
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Title - Rid you of the Burdens 
Pairing - Boba Fett X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Prompt - “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe here now.”
Word Count - 1,280
Warnings - Mentions of abuse, reader has been abused, feelings of fear, mistrust, sadness, anger. Angst But comforting fluff! 
Notes - Comments and reblogs make my heart so warm. Thank you all for the love you've given me on everything I seem to post. Stay tuned for lots more.
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“We bring you our offering, Daimyo”, The Neimoidian male grunted, shoving you to the ground in front of Mos Eisley’s new Daimyo, who sat informally on the throne. Your knees ached, surely stained with contusions, and behind the veil that shielded your face was dissociating eyes. Nothing felt real anymore, the chains around your wrist almost like everyday jewelry. Despite the dead look in your eyes, you held your chin high. 
   You were almost relieved you couldn’t see their eyes, face shielded with olive green durasteel, visor pointed in your direction. You were merely property being exchanged. 
    “What is this”, the modulated voice asked. 
Your Neimoidian captors were anxious to make the exchange, the approval of the Daimyo the most important thing they could receive in return. 
   “A very pricey bounty. A Princess from Candovant. She would make a fine servant. Nice to look at”, he said, peeling the veil from your face. You looked past the throne, sick with the heavy feel of eyes upon your face, jaw clenched tightly.
  “Leave her”, The Daimyo spoke, an edge to his tone.  Patience growing thin with the Neimoidians. He rose from the throne to stare them down, “See yourselves out.” 
They didn’t question their orders, knowing better than to overstay their welcome in the presence of Tattoine’s ruler. You stayed still in your spot, knees growing numb to the pressure of the floor, swallowing the dryness in your throat. You prayed the abuse would be a little less harsh as his boots approached. 
You were taken aback when a gloved hand extended out to you. 
“Stand”, the modulated voice requested in a softer tone, waiting for your decision. You were too tired for defiance, obeying the request and allowing your hand to rest in theirs. Bending your knees to stand allowed the pain to flood back to your aching joints and you couldn’t help but wince. 
“What is your name”, he asked, retreating his hand when you were stable. Your lips were dry, cracked, and blistered from the twin suns and it took you a moment to find your voice. The name on your tongue sounding so foreign, as if it had never belonged to you. 
“I am Boba Fett”, the Daimyo responded. 
When he removed his helmet, you expected grotesque. Although when you were brave enough to look, you were met with honey colored eyes eyeing you with fragility. The stoic face of a warrior, somehow softened through the years when he looked over you. 
“Where is your family?” 
You swallowed at the question, breaking eye contact to glaze over the floor. A distant memory that still stung worse than the abuse. 
“They’re dead”, you stated, voice emotionlessly hollow. A fact you had come to terms with long ago. 
“Are you afraid?”
“No”, you lied, unsure of who you were truly trying to convince as the warrior’s eyes studied every expression you so desperately tried to hide. Gloved fingers moving to lift your chin.
“You’re safe here, little one. You can stay until you are comfortable enough to leave, but that is a choice only you can make. There is plenty of room to accommodate.” 
Your brows furrowed in incredulity, to trust a stranger would be to be naive. Yet, what did you have to lose? You were tense, as if you would wake up and the moment would fade, but it was real. Potent and significant. 
“I know your distrust. I have felt it many times, but you can only get so far without a tribe”, Boba assured.
“Okay”, you agreed, no need for elaboration. The first decision you had been allowed to make in months. You held the moment in the palm of your hand, fragile and so momentous.
“I can have Fennec show you to a room”. 
You tensed at the idea of a new face, hardly trusting the one in front of you. 
“Who,” you asked cautiously. 
Boba was unfazed, the feeling all too familiar. 
“A friend”, he replied.
“You trust her?”
Boba nodded in your direction, “With my life”, he replied.
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Fennec was everything you wished you could be. You felt small in the presence of her confidence; daring and tenacious. Yet, she was kind and understanding. You were so jaded and angry, you almost hated her for no rational reason. 
“Thank you”, you mumbled when she left everything you needed by the bed, shutting the door behind her. 
In the expanse of the room, you were quite still. The silks and linens felt as if they would swallow you whole. Vibrant shades of red a stark contrast to your broken image. You were so dirty amongst luxury, things you hadn’t seen in years since the palace, and your hands seemed undeserving. Bathing was the first thing you needed to do, and a childlike excitement moved through you at the thought of a warm bath. You found yourself wandering over to the marbled tub, soaps molded with garden flowers at your disposal. Hot water pooled against the stone, filling quickly and steaming the room. It opened your sinuses filled so heavily with sand and dust. 
You sighed the moment you were encased in the heat of the water. Every muscle and sense relaxing into the stone, it hugged every inch of you so gently, breathing in the aroma of the soap. Pinks and reds swirling amongst the water, dried rose flaking off. You allowed your eyes to close, sinking beneath the water until you were fully submerged. Letting go of everything. The length of your hair swirled around you as you forced yourself to sink to the bottom. Silence. Stillness. To die this way would be peaceful. 
Once your lungs desperately needed air, you rose. Water droplets catching on the edges of eyelashes and the tip of your nose. When you gathered yourself, stepping out onto the cold floor, the weight of the day..of the months hit you. You didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. Combing through wet tangles you stared at the stranger looking back. Shoulders heavy with burdens, eyes weary and hopeless. The clothes you slipped on too fresh and soft for comfort. It felt wrong; undeserving. 
Fingertips ghosted over the fabric of the bed, peeling back layers until a perfect spot was formed for your body. You craved rest, allowing the candles to burn out and bind you to darkness. Everything was so pliable and soothing, and even if you fought off sleep it still found you. 
Peace never found you though, not even in your dreams. You felt yourself suffocating, gripping the delicate sheets around you so tightly, crescents formed in the palms of your skin.  Drenched, hair matting to the pillow. Screaming until your throat burned, the feel of invisible hands grabbing every corner of skin. The world had shrunken away to leave a cold void around your skin, as if you had become detached from reality until secure hands grabbed your heaving body until you sat up straight. Your panic stricken face met Boba’s unwavering eyes, hands reaching to envelope your face. Your body stilled, heart hammering away at its confines. Your breaths heavy as you searched his eyes. 
“Shh”, he soothed, and you unconsciously found yourself leaning into his touch, “it’s okay, you’re safe here now.”
When you calmed, you realized the state he was in. Shirtless, sleep pants comfortably around his hips. He had woken to your screams, rushing to soothe you and in his vulnerability  you allowed yourself to still. The warmth of his hands pressed so tightly against your cheeks, assuring you that no danger followed. Your hand reached to settle against his own, tears forming behind your lids. You truly were safe.
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with-u-0209 · 5 months
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I'm finally done with June's 30 days.
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It seems like the next update will be on December. They also give you a free time travel ticket.
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thoselovelythings · 3 months
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blackheart-6 · 3 months
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dess-ember day 31/31
hi yall
today i bring my final entry!! i cant believe i made it
its a dess ref, but after the events of deltarune, where i imagine she will be freed
fun fact, i actually made the dess ref i still use exactly a year ago, so thats neat ^^
im not sure if I will keep this design for her being older (the age i usually draw her as is like 15 or 16), but i feel like it turned out okay
i made her a researcher (she researches things to do with souls and magic, things that exist in deltarune but arent really known about in my headcanons), but im unsure if it was the right choice. i imagine she got stuck with gaster in the code for a couple of years, but before that she didnt know what she wanted to do with her life. the way I see it, the gaster in the code with her is the one from undertale, so he has a lot of knowledge on magic and stuff, and learning about it was interesting and helpful for her, and after she got out she wanted to share her knowledge and learn more.
as i said, i dont know if this was a good choice of career, considering she wasnt really the type to become a researcher, but she also changed when she was in the code, so idk. i might change it later.
and for her design, i tried to keep her unruly look as much as possible, despite her job. i changed her hairstyle, keeping it short but giving her a side part and little hair pieces in front of her ears.
i also gave her glasses. i imagine shes needed them for awhile, but she didnt want to look like a nerd 😂 now shes just accepted her fate. i also gave her piercings on her ears, just as a callback to some of my older drawings of her, where i gave her piercings there too.
for her outfit, i gave her a pair of basic dress pants, and a turtleneck (because i love turtlenecks a bit too much lol). and then i gave her a green jacket/coat thing, cause i had to keep her with green, ofc.
and for accessories, i gave her a watch (to match with noelles watch), and i gave her a bracelet with noelles sweater colors. i also gave her a white ring on her left hand, because when i looked it up that was where aro rings were (i hope thats accurate lol).
and thats it, my final entry! its so weird that im here, i didnt think i would make it. i thought id get bored, or too busy, or run out of ideas or something, but i made it. there was a lot of struggle sometimes, and there was ideas i had planned that i never got to, but i feel like it really helped me, having this month. ive definitely gotten better at drawing dess, and i feel like my anatomy and posing had gotten better ^^. though, i dont know if ill do this again. it was difficult, and next year ill be in college, so i might be too busy. i guess we will just wait and see 😁
during this month, ive also thought a lot about dess in general. i have so many thoughts and ideas involving her, yet we still have such little knowledge on her. its weird, i have this whole dess created, but one day she will become obsolete, and we will see who dess actually is. i dont know how to feel about it. but, until we actually see dess, i plan to keep drawing my dess, and i might keep drawing her after we see dess, it just depends. even if im nervous to see her, i cant wait either!
but thats enough of my ramblings, im sure nobody read all that, so for a tldr, i just talked about why i designed older dess like that, my thoughts on my dess-ember, and my thoughts on dess ^^
i hope yall have a wonderful new years!! 🥳🥳
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