#bathtub cuddles
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Clean Start
Series: One Piece
Chapter: One Shot
Word Count: 2199
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Ace x Reader (YN)
Ace works hard. He deserves a little special something, something at the end of his day, doesn't he?
a.n.: This was supposed to be smut. Where's the smut, Lumi? It's all fluffy. I ordered this with smut! But it's covered in cute! Who said you could cover this in cute?! Oh, yeah. I did. Because I decided to write something hella self indulgent. Sue me.
“Hey, baby!” You heard Ace at the front door of your apartment. After working back to back twelve hour shifts for the last four days and coming home late, he wanted nothing more than to curl up with his favorite person in the world, “Finally free. Just you and me for the next…Where the hell are you?”
Little did he know, you were in the bedroom, waiting for him to come home. In nothing but a black silk robe he had gotten you for your birthday. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help but admire the reflection. Because let’s face it. That robe made you look incredible. And it only enhanced what was waiting for Ace underneath it.
“YN, where the hell did…” Ace stood in the doorway absolutely stunned. He wasn’t expecting you to be standing in the bedroom. Most certainly not like…that, “Oh…Hello.”
“Hi there,” you couldn’t wipe the smirk off your face if you wanted to. You had a plan. And part of that plan was waiting for both of you in the bathroom already. You knew when he’d get off. You knew how long it took him to get home. You even factored in a stop at the gas station for a slurpee. You couldn’t have timed it more perfectly.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure,” Ace pulled you into his hips, his arm resting in his lower back and his lips all over your neck, “of getting my girl like this?”
“I missed you, too,” you squirm under each little kiss with tingles shooting through your extremities, reveling in the smell of his sweat, “I figured you and I could do something together.”
“Oh, darling, I’m flattered,” Ace put a hand to his chest, “But I don’t think I got that in me.”
Mmhm. Keep thinking that, “I promise this couldn’t be any less strenuous. This is me taking care of everything.”
“Really?” Ace perked up, “Do tell, YN. Do tell. No, wait. Let me guess. Does it involve us leaving the house?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Alright,” Ace cocked a smile at you, “Does it involve you?”
“Yes…” You took his hands.
“Does it…” Ace thought a little harder, a little crease appearing in his forehead, “Does it involve…candle wax?”
“It could,” you shrugged him off, “But it doesn’t have to.”
“So, you’re not into trying the kinky shit tonight?”
“Ace!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” His laugh warmed you inside and he pulled you back into his chest, “It could involve candle wax, but it doesn’t have to. It involves you. Does it involve me, too?”
“Duh,” you rolled your eyes at him. Yes. That’s yours. You willingly chose him. You looked into those big, beautiful, lost puppy eyes of his and he had you hooked.
“And…” Ace gently tugged at your robe tie, “Does it also involve me getting to see what’s under here?”
“Of course,” you were already helping Ace peel his shirt off. And you were fighting every urge in your body to playfully nip at his beautifully chiseled chest.
“I thought I was unwrapping my present,” Ace pouted out his bottom lip, “I don’t remember where you said you got to get at me, too.”
“It’s part of it,” you assured him as you pulled on his belt buckle.
“I don’t know where you’re going with this, baby girl,” Ace picked your chin up, getting one more kiss out of you, “But I think I’ll like it.”
“That’s the idea…” You kept fiddling with his belt buckle and slowly pulled it through the loops before taking him toward the bathroom. The sweet smell of vanilla filled the room with hints of nectarine. And the temperature had gone up a few degrees.
And that’s when Ace started to piece things together, “YN, you little minx.”
“Yes?” You started to undo your robe tie, but you still kept your robe closed as you stepped into the warm water in the bathtub.
“I had all intentions of showering anyway,” Ace looked you over, more than ready to sink his teeth into you, “Are you suggesting a bath? Just the two of us?”
“If that’s alright with you.” You took your robe off for him, showing off a little for Ace, “Come on, baby…Don’t make me sit in here all by myself.”
“And why in the hell would I ever do something like that?” Ace couldn’t get his clothes off faster. Granted, taking a bath wasn’t his ideal way of spending his Friday night, but he couldn’t tell you no. Of course not. To say Ace worshiped you would be an understatement. He loved every inch of you. Every imperfection, every scar, every little freckle, every curve. He wanted all of it. Once he was naked, he poked at your back, “I’d be happy to. Move up a bit, babe. Let me in.”
“Oh, no, no, no,” you weren’t budging. You had something much better in mind, “I’m not going to be the little spoon. You get to be little spoon.”
“Me?” Ace laughed a bit, “Cute, YN. Seriously, move up.”
You still weren’t going anywhere. And your act of stubbornness did not go unnoticed.
“YN…” Ace gave you that look. That one look that made you know there was about to be a large hand colliding with your ass very soon. Anything he could do to make you behave. And yet, you still didn’t move. Fortunately, Ace didn’t have the energy in him to put up a fight. And he caved so quickly as he climbed into the tub with you, “Fine. If this is how you’re going to be, then I’m only going to be worse.”
“That’s the spirit,” you wrapped your arms around him and immediately, the tension in Ace’s body melted away.
“Mmmm…” Ace shut his eyes for just a moment, taking in your warmth, the pillowy softness in your boobs he gladly rested his head on, “You spoil me.”
“You think I spoil you?” You kissed the top of his head, “I haven’t even started to spoil you. I’m just letting you acclimate first. Then, I can spoil you.”
“I’m so lost…” But he didn’t care. He trusted your judgments and your process. If it meant him having skin on skin contact with you and it made you happy, he’d be fine.
“It’s a good thing you have me then, isn’t it?”
“My little light in the dark,” Ace nuzzled his face in what he affectionately referred to as the valley and gently nipped at your chest.
It wasn’t the first time Ace had called you this. But it warmed you inside all the same as if it were. The thought of being his light got to you. The thought of being the center of his universe was the absolute best. And if he needed you to be his light, then his light you would gladly be. You reached over the side of the bathtub into the wicker basket you kept the soaps in and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Because the moment Ace brought a bottle of 3-in-1 into your house, it didn’t even make the trash can. It splattered in the parking lot outside your apartment. And never again, you declared. Never again would such atrocities enter your home again.
And your fingers ended up tangled in his dark, wet hair. At first, he wasn’t sure what you were doing. He even had that look in his eyes that told you all you needed to know. But much like when you were trying to get him in the bathtub in the first place, he didn’t have the energy to fight you on anything. You knew he hated doing it himself anyway, so why not make life easier for him? That’s what you did. He comes home tired, beyond the point of exhaustion, falling apart at the seams. You lick his wounds. You knew far too much about what he’s been forced to endure. Much like the bottle of 3-in-1 he brought into your home, you told yourself never again. That he deserved so much better.
You knew deep down you were doing a good job when the bathwater never went cold. His fingers shooting off little bits of heat kept it from going cold. And those low, controlled pulses only came out when Ace was perfectly content. Once you finished rinsing his hair out, you noticed him hardly flinch at the water. You looked down at Ace and he was sleeping like a baby. Like a peaceful little angel. And a special glow radiated from his cheeks. You would do everything in your power to protect that peace. But once you went through a bout of conditioner and a little bit of moisturizer for his dry and severely windburned cheeks, you knew you had to do it. You had to wake him. There was no way in hell you’d be able to carry Ace out of the bathtub. As much as you loved to think you had that kind of upper body strength, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Ace…” you spoke gently. The last thing you wanted to do was cause him any alarm, “Ace…Baby…Baby…Ace…Babe…You need to get off me. You’re crushing lefty and it hurts like hell.”
“Mmm…” Ace still didn’t move. Not because he was still asleep. He was far too comfortable. All he did was move his head off your boob.
“Ace…” You knew this would happen. You knew it was going to happen this way. And you needed a better way to motivate him. And right now, only one thing would work. You got down in his ear and put on the soft, sweet little voice that drove him crazy, “I can’t hold my breath underwater for long.”
“Did I nod off?” Ace blinked the sleep out of his eyes, “I could’ve sworn I was awake.”
“Nope,” you kissed his cheek, “Not that I don’t love this, Ace, but we should probably think about heading to bed.”
“What gave you that idea?” Ace mumbled into your cleavage, still half asleep.
“Come on,” you nudged him off you and reached for a couple towels, “You and I need to go to bed. We got shit going on tomorrow.”
“Really?” Ace looked at you strangely. He didn’t remember making any plans. He didn’t remember you clearing anything with him. Unless it was while he was totally not asleep, “I kind of thought it’d be just the two of us and Saturday morning cartoons.”
“I mean, obviously,” you agreed, “But that’s just tomorrow morning.”
“Did you go to the store today?” Ace crossed his fingers.
“And found the sugariest box of cereal on the shelf,” you assured him, “Because you’re a fucking child.”
“If it doesn’t have any sugar, it has no taste,” Ace argued, “And if it doesn’t have any taste, it defaults to cardboard. Don’t give me that shit.”
“Come on,” you nudged him out of the bathtub.
“Fine, fine,” Ace got out of the bathtub and you threw him a towel, “Saturday morning cartoons aside, what else do we have going on tomorrow?”
“We’re going to have to make another trip to the grocery store,” you told him, “Because it’s been too long since the three of you were in one place.”
“Wait…” Ace felt around in his drawer for a pair of boxers, “Are you saying…?”
“I am saying,” you nodded, “The boys are in town.”
“Hell yeah!” Ace’s energy levels started to shoot back up, “It feels like ages since I’ve seen Luffy and Sabo. I miss them. How did you know they were coming into town?”
“You act like we don’t keep in touch,” you giggled a little, putting your own pajamas on. A light blue negligee would do. It was one of your favorites. And definitely one of Ace’s, too, “Sabo called and said he’d be around. And it wasn’t long after that I heard from Luffy. So, we need to make a trip to the store tomorrow. Because there’s no way in hell we have enough to feed everyone.”
“YN, look me in the eye,” Ace stared blankly at you, “Do we ever have enough to feed everyone?”
“That’s on Luffy.”
“That is on Luffy. Kid’s got a hell of an appetite on him. Shit’s hereditary.”
“Is it really?”
“You’ve never seen Garp eat before, have you?” Ace asked.
“Can’t say I have.” You don’t even really remember meeting Garp. He wasn’t someone Ace wanted to introduce you to. You were too special.
“Trust me,” Ace assured you, “It’s a hereditary thing. But on a less infuriating note, do you think we could go to bed now? Because the sooner we go to bed, the sooner…other things can happen.”
“Really?” you crawled into bed next to him, “And by other things…What could those…other things be?”
“Clearly, cartoons, YN. What else?”
“You’re a disaster,” you rolled over, “Good night.”
“Hey, hey…” Ace draped an arm around you, “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”
“Sleep. If that’s alright with you.”
“Actually,” Ace pulled you closer into his chest, “That sounds wonderful.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
Yep. This was the one.
#one piece#one piece fan fiction#portgas d ace x reader#portgas d ace x you#portgas d ace x y/n#soft and sleepy ace#bathtime#bathtub cuddles#i wrote this in a car wash yesterday#self indulgent fic#self indulgent as fuck#let me get my baby clean
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Sometimes brains are assholes, and that's okay
Got a prompt request for a Rick sick fic with Harley taking care of him over on AO3 and this is what I came up with. Not your typical sick fic!
The apartment is dark when Harley gets back from her roller derby match—the first one Rick’s missed since she got out of prison. She’s trying not to be too broken up about it though, he told her before she left that he wasn’t feeling well and was gonna try to nap.
She drops her skates and padding by the front door and makes her way to the bedroom, expecting to find Rick dozing in bed. Except the only thing on the bed is the rumpled sheets that haven’t been touched since this morning.
She starts to panic. He wouldn’t just leave without telling her—that’s not like him.
The only option left is the bathroom. The door is ajar but the lights are off. “Rick? Baby, you in here?” she calls out cautiously as she flicks the lights on—trying not to imagine the worst.
“Ow!” she hears. “Too bright!”
She breathes a sigh of relief now that she can see Rick—who’d managed to squeeze all six foot one inch of himself into their tiny ass bathtub.
She turns the lights off and uses the moonlight shining through the bathroom window to find the tub. She kneels down and reaches out to touch his back. His shirt is soaked with sweat and he’s shaking a little bit. “You okay, hun?” she asks—immediately shifting into what Rick has dubbed her Doctor Mode.
“Migraine,” he grits out.
Ah yes, those pesky migraines he’s been having. Not surprising given the fact that he’s had four concussions since she met him—and that’s just on missions they were on together. He hasn’t had one in a while though.
“Baby, I thought your doctor gave you meds for those.”
“Ran out. Thought I had a refill but I don’t. I’ve been trying to get a hold of him to get an emergency refill but he won’t pick up the fucking phone—as usual. Fucker probably doesn’t even think I need ‘em. And eventually the headache got so bad that I ended up in here.”
Here, meaning where it’s darkest and coolest, she realizes.
“Did ya try the pharmacy?” she asks, as she runs a washcloth under the faucet.
“They won’t fucking refill it unless the doc pushes it through!” he yells, and then moans as another wave of nausea hits him.
She places the cold washcloth on the back of his neck and he lets out a sigh of relief.
“I’ll be right back, hun. Where’s your phone?”
“Living room, I think.”
She kisses his temple before leaving the bathroom. Time to yell at another doctor.
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Rick focuses on his breathing and trying not to vomit as Harley leaves to presumably yell at another one of his doctors. Honestly, as much as he appreciates her, he’s not really sure how much further she’ll get. He’d been on the phone with the pharmacy and doctor’s office for hours. They just kept putting him on hold.
“How’d I get your personal cell phone number? I’m Harley fucking Quinn, motherfucker! Now push the prescription through or I’ll break your kneecaps—pharmacy closes in an hour.”
Maybe he spoke too soon.
He hears her come back in and feels her fingers carding through his hair. “I’ll be right back, baby. Gotta go pick up your meds.”
The room continues to spin as he lays there pathetically in the bathtub. He’s not sure how long Harley’s gone for—could be hours for all he knows. He’s too nauseous to focus on anything but not puking.
“Sit up for me, hun.”
“I don’t wanna,” he moans. “Too dizzy.”
“I know, baby, I know. But I got your meds right here. You’ll feel better, I promise.”
It takes a monumental effort to sit up but he manages to do it. Harley hands him two pills and a glass of ice water. He throws the pills back obediently and then sinks back down to the floor of the tub, laying on his side since it’s so fucking tiny.
He hears some shuffling behind him and then Harley’s squeezing herself behind him, spooning up against his back and looping an arm around his chest. They both barely fit but instead of feeling claustrophobic he feels comforted, and safe.
“It should kick in faster since I gave ya two,” she says quietly—slipping a hand under his shirt to rub his chest and stomach softly.
He focuses on that feeling as he waits for the nausea to subside and his head to stop pounding.
Next thing he knows he’s being shaken awake. “C’mon, baby, let’s get ya into bed.”
“But I’m comfy,” he whines—and truly, he is. The most comfortable place he’s ever been is wrapped up in Harley’s arms.
“Baby you’re gonna hurt your neck if ya sleep in the tub.”
He complains the whole time but lets her pull him out of the tub, stumbling a little as the blood rushes back to all the right places. She catches him easily and guides him back to their bedroom in the dark. She sits him down on the bed and rummages around in one of his drawers for a pair of pajama pants that she throws at his head. He catches them and manages to change into them without too much trouble.
She ushers him under the covers and slides in behind him—spooning up against his back again and kissing the back of his neck. “Get some sleep, hun, I’m right here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
“Might need to knock me out with your baseball bat,” he jokes, even as his eyes drift shut.
“Shut the fuck up—I know you’re exhausted, asshole.”
He manages a small chuckle. Just before sleep claims him he feels Harley squeeze him around his middle and hears her whisper, “I love ya, baby.”
He’s too exhausted to echo the sentiment back but grabs her hand and squeezes it in response.
He falls asleep to the feeling of Harley’s breath on the back of his neck and her hand wrapped tightly in his.
#dc comics#the suicide squad#the suicide squad fanfiction#rick flag#harley quinn#rick flag x harley quinn#harley quinn x rick flag#rick x harley#harley x rick#quinnflag#rickquinn#harleyflag#sick fic#a bit of an unconventional sick fic#rick has migraines and probably some brain damage#harley in Doctor Mode#rick's doctors are assholes#soft and gentle#bathtub cuddles#established relationship#harley being big spoon#excessive use of pet names
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Swapping tips on how to be a bestie in the bath.
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#dungeon meshi#marcille donato#It is going to take a long time for pd-mdzs to get to the bathtub scene. At least we can have another gay bathtub scene sooner.#I know everyone is hyping this up at the yuri episode but guys it does not even start nor stop at the bathtub scene.#Hey old danmeshi fans; you guys remember when the animated trailer came out in 2019 and we lost our minds?#Now we are on the cusp of getting a *second* animation of the farcille cuddle moment. It feels unreal.#I have missed drawing wwx so much by the way. This was so healing.#This week is for dungeon meshi and next week is for raffles. Wei Ying... I miss thee.#Marcille and wwx have more in common than just this but that's spoilers B*)#I'll be back Thursday with more Dungeon Meshi art. Wouldn't miss this one for the world.#DUNGEON MESHI SPOILERS: now that the anime has caught up to the scene…yeah this handshake was also about necromacy#and bringing back someone loved…wrong. It is also about being a prodigy who falls from grace#and they both opt to study something that is deemed ‘evil’ because society said it was. They believe their method can be used to help!#not to mention the toxic self-reliance qualities. And the dark outfit transformation moment. They should have brunch together.
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Better with you
Here’s the comfort I promised to follow up the angst from the other day
#post dissociation bathtub cuddles~#not sure how I feel about this one#but I’m pretty happy with this painting style lately#dewdrop ghoul#mountain ghoul#the band ghost#my art#nameless ghouls#ghost band#mountain monday
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See here’s the thing I’m totally down for either romantic Kazurei or QPR Kazurei. Like both are wonderful and sweet and valid and I think you could make an argument that either one is canon.
All I care about is that I hope Kazuki and Rei sleep together (not sexually, just like literally sleep together) and cuddle every night because OH MY GOD they both need all the cuddles in the world my boys have been through so much.
#I do tend to lean more towards romantic Kazurei but QPR Kazurei is really lovely and totally valid#and as an ace person I love QPR rep#but YOU CAN CUDDLE IN A QPR#I just want Rei to stop sleeping in the bathtub#buddy daddies#kazurei#z has thoughts#my stuff
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hi cami!
to say the vibes have been off lately would be an understatement, wouldn’t it? because there has been a lot of negativity, too much for a place that is supposed to be about finding an outlet for your creativity and people to share your interests.
i know it has been difficult, draining to be around here and face all the discourse cankering the fandom.
because of all this negativity, i believe it is important to try and balance it out with some kindness. so here i am, doing a little check-up on you <3
so first, how are you, really?
everything you feel regarding what is happening is valid and you deserve to feel happy and safe around here. so please, make sure you take the time you need from posting, from sharing fics, even just from being on the platform. i want you to know it’s okay and i support whatever you decide, for whatever reason.
i also want you to know that you have your place here, as much as the rest of us. you’re loved and wanted and i can assure you the fandom is a far better place with you in it.
i hope you’re taking care of yourself outside of tumblr as well. please remember to stay hydrated and to eat something 🫶🏼
now i would like you to sit back and enjoy the perfect, quiet night in with javi <3
do not hesitate to reach out if you need to talk, i’m here for you! sending you all my love and so many hugs 🫂
anna 💗
Anna!! This is so so sweet 🥹😭🩷🫶
You’re right, the vibes around here have been so off lately. But I’m doing okay as of now! Last few weeks of the semester are testing my patience but sweet ppl like you and this GORGEOUS Javi mood board (which did make me squeal a lil) make me feel infinitely better. Thank you for your kind words, you are such a light in this mess of a fandom. Sending you love and hugs and smoochies 🩷🩷🩷
#when is my turn for javi to read to me when I’m in the bathtub#spanish love poems I insist#and then cuddles UGHH#i need him in every way possible#cami answers
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Why does CZ need a monthly bath? Don’t cats clean themselves?
Cats DO clean themselves, however I’m slightly allergic to cats and my cat allergy gets a lot worse if the cat in question has a lot of loose fur and dandruff and other allergens! So CZ gets a bath once a month (with gentle, chemical free cat shampoo) and a good brushing so I can cuddle him without being a sneezing mess
#he doesn’t seem to mind the baths#and I wash him in my parents bathtub with warm water#CZ loves to cuddle and I think he would be more sad if he couldn’t lay on my chest at night#I didn’t intend to have a cat but I found CZ outside and fell in love with him so this is an easy solution#he just acts angry for a few hours post bath#but he gets treats and cuddles afterwards#asks#anon#the beast
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A Floyd that after graduating now lives with his s/o in the same house.
S/o was doing stuff around the house and suddenly Floyd is in a mood for smooches and won't stop pestering them for kisses while doing kissy lips.
"Koebi-chan~ give me a kiss~ chuu chuu~"
" I am doing some things right now Floyd,after I finish I promise I will :)"
"Eeeeh~? But It will only take like on sec...c'mon koebi-chan just one kiss on the cheek~"
"Sight...okay,come here,bend down a bit,you are way too tall to kiss while standing up"
"Yaaaaay~"
*5 minutes later when Floyd's s/o has finished their work*
Floyd:
"Koebi-chan you finished..? Ah come here~ chuu chuu chuu~ I loooove you~"
#twisted wonderland#floyd leech#I need overly affectionate floyd content injected directly into my bloodstream#people may not be ready to have a 1'90m man squeezing you when you go to sleep together every night BUT I AM!!!#the way he always says “koebi-chan~” in game has changed my brain chemistry forever#'i can change him'?what about 'I can accept him' what about 'I can embrace him ' what about 'I can give him cuddles when he is in the mood#what about 'I can let him squeeze me in his eel form in our big bathtub while he kisses all my face and tells me he loves me endlessly' huh#sorry lmaoo
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Lizlyly's Movie Action Box V.1
Couple > Bathtub 1a (male)
Couple > Bathtub 1b (female)
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what I want to see in season two:
Stede, who created "talk it through as a crew" and then promptly ignored it, makes it back to the Revenge. And he reunites with Ed, and he makes his apologies, and there's a tearful reunion where he learns what Ed went through when Stede left him alone on the dock. And Stede blames himself, not only for Ed's emotional trauma but everything that followed.
So when he has the opportunity to tell Ed what happened with Chauncey, he just doesn't. After all, he reasons, what Ed went through was so much worse, and Stede didn't even get hurt when he got kidnapped, only emotionally traumatized scared. So Stede does what he does best, and he bottles everything up for a later time.
Only that time gets later and later, until an innocent comment from Ed or one of the crew - maybe teasing Stede about being rich - leads to a complete emotional breakdown.
#Stede deserves his own bathtub scene#with Ed cuddling him and reassuring him that he's good and worthy#our flag means death#ofmd
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a bath would fix me
#esp if i had someone to cuddle with after#my back just hurts so bad and ik a bath would help but we dont have a bathtub#and i really need a good cuddle :(#emery.exe
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Guys look at my cat
#luna tuna#i left my halloween/pre-bloodied clothes in the bathroom#and now she's sleeping on that coat cuddling my bathtub fjsjfj
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reference here
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okay this is probably just batshit insanery so ignore this lmao but like,, you ever just give affection to your surroundings? like my residence is my baby and also my guardian. the elevator i take up was such a good boy a few minutes ago he didn't shake or screech at all as he was going up unlike earlier today when i scolded him for throwing a fit so i rested my head against one of his walls and told him that with a little pat on the console as i walked out. or i walked in the door of my apartment and was just like "this place loves me" because your place DOES love you, even if you don't consider it your home. just because it isn't my home doesn't mean i don't love the place. the people there might not, it might be a hostile environment that can spook you at any moment when others are involved, but the house is still there for you through wind, rain, and lightning. even when it loses it's strength the materials are still there for you to rebuild or give back, if a window breaks because of the place being worn down just remember that it's worn down protecting you with all its heart /pos to give you even just a little more comfort during scary times. go hug a doorframe or noseboop a wall. the house will appreciate it and love you more <3 i love my apartment, my elevator, hell even my furniture, even if i don't love the humans. take care of them and they will take care of you. the world loves you, so do your best to love it back. now go drink water <3
#rambling#tired#im just a lil guy#love the world#and she will love you back#i need a nap#strangely existential#go cuddle your couch pillows thst you never use#or clean your bathtub#sleep in your bed#i am terrible at tagging lmao#my place is my baby
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Bathtime with the Polyam Trio!
#digital art#art#artists on tumblr#my art#polyam relationship#polyamory#polycule#ghost#pirates#vampire#noble#demon#fairy#ceo#bathtub#cuddling#my ocs <3#ocs#oc stuff#womp womp#own character#original character
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