Cinnamon Bear, Bryan Davies - Here is the bedroom we finished for our rescued shelter cat (Wyatt) this weekend. He actually goes in to nap and watch birds on YouTube :). Fame hasn’t gone to Wyatt’s head, even after he got an article by Stephen Messenger @dodo !
“What a night!” Jaskier exclaims, hands flying everywhere as he rushes past Geralt and into their shared room. Geralt rolls his eyes, but it’s done with love. His bard is right, tonight really had been a lot to handle. While he’s gotten used to accompanying Jaskier to all kinds of feasts and balls, they never seem to get any less draining. He has no fucking clue how the nobles manage to get through them all. Hell, he spent most of his night sipping ale and hiding in the shadows, and he’s still worn out from too much socialization.
Jaskier keeps talking, but Geralt can’t focus right now. He’s weary down to his bones, in a way fighting never really gets him. He focuses on the rise and fall of Jaskier’s voice, letting it wash over him while he tries to strip out of his fancy clothing. He throws it on the table, knowing full well Jaskier will scoff and fold it for him as soon as he notices. Right now he just wants to be horizontal, and everything else is just not happening.
Geralt manages to toss on a sleep shirt and crawls into bed, leaving the covers pulled back so Jaskier can join him. He lays on his side and props his head up on a hand so he can watch his lover flit about the room, going through his nightly routine. No matter how many times he watches, it always seems ridiculous and calming at the same time. Jaskier prides himself on his appearance, and he takes time to wash the day’s dust from his skin, humming happily as he splashes in the small basin of water their host left out for them. Geralt watches as he rubs cream into his face - for the wrinkles apparently - a smile spreading across his face at the sight.
Fuck, he loves this man.
“Oh Darling,” Jaskier says, laughing lightly, “You aren’t paying attention to me at all, are you? Worn out?”
“You sound nice,” Geralt mumbles, hiding his face in his pillow. Even after years of being together, he can’t get over the urge to hide any hint of vulnerability. He feels the bed dip as Jaskier joins him, curling up against his side. And then there’s a hand in his hair, petting him slowly. Leaning into it, he can feel his chest rumble and glares into the pillow at it.
“Who sounds nice?” Jaskier asks, and Geralt feels his cheeks heating up as Jaskier teases him. He can’t help purring, though, not when he’s so warm and safe and well-loved. Jaskier pokes and prods at him gently, and he gives in and turns to look at him. He purrs deeper at the sight of his love-sick bard beaming down at him. “Love it when you purr for me.”
“’M tired,” Geralt mumbles, and Jaskier nods before rolling onto his back and propping himself up against the pillows. He pats his thigh in invitation and Geralt sidles closer to lay his head on it, throwing an arm over Jaskier’s hips. His sleep pants are soft linen, and Geralt feels overwhelmingly comfortable. His eyes are already fighting to stay open, and he lets out a deep yawn before reaching a hand up to trail his fingers through Jaskier’s chest hair. he sleeps shirtless like the slut that he is, and Geralt loves the familiarity of it. “What about you? You’re still riding the energy from performing?”
“I borrowed a poetry anthology from the Duke this afternoon, but I haven’t had time to look at it yet. Don’t worry about me, love. Just rest,” Jaskier tells him softly, and Geralt nods before shutting his eyes again. He falls asleep to the warmth of Jaskier’s body beneath his cheek and the slow turning of pages. It’s strange how an unfamiliar guest room can feel like home.
Happy birthday, @tinydooms! The mental image of Rick wearing knickerbockers for a fashionable country party they’re invited to was too good to pass :D I unfortunately did what I’m sometimes wont to do, which is rush to do the assignment without (re)reading the instructions, which is why I ended up yesterday with a much more autumnal vibe and had to rework the colours in a hurry to make it more May-like. (Putting the original under a cut if you’re curious!)
So joyeux anniversaire ! Thank you for the excuse to draw these two in period-accurate clothes, that’s always a lot of fun :o)
Sungjin would immediately recognize the exhaustion of a bad day written all across your face when you walk through the door. He’s been there many times too, and would work to make you feel better through methods like cooking your favorite dinner or binging your favorite show for the remainder of the night. But first, he would greet you by taking you into his arms for a great big bear hug and just hold you for a few minutes. And if you start to cry, he would hold you for even longer, just wanting you to know that he was there for for.
“I know today must have been tough, but it’s over now. It’s okay to cry, (Y/N)-ah. I’m here for you, sweetheart, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Jae
Jae wouldn’t notice the signs at first. Most likely, you’d either have to let him know about your frustrating day, or he’d put two and two together after a while. Eventually, when he does figure it out, he would do his best to take your mind off of it. He’d crack the lamest jokes, pull the strangest faces and say the stupidest things just to see you smile. By the end, you’ll probably be roaring with laughter or groaning with disgust. All thoughts of your day long, long gone.
“Hey (Y/N)! What do you call the security outside of a Samsung store?… Guardians of the Galaxy! Get it? Because Samsung has the galaxy phones…”
Brian
Brian is another one who would notice you had a bad day without you speaking a single word. Similar to Sungjin, he would want to make you feel better and would do so by pampering you. You would barely have time to take off your shoes before this boy is dragging you toward the bathroom, where he had already began to run a warm bubble bath, complete with your favorite scents. When the tub is full, he would help you undress and slide into the water. Kneeling by your side, he would massage your shoulders and demand you tell him about the worst parts of your day.
“Just sit back and relax, baby. Let me take care of you, okay? Why don’t you tell me about your day? Start off with the most tiring part.”
Wonpil
Wonpil would already know about your tiring day, judging by the strange and unusual style of your texts. Wanting to see how you were, he would visit you at your own home. After finding you curled up on your bed, looking so weak and exhausted, his heart would break into a million pieces. He would pull back the covers, slide onto the mattress next to you and pull your body into his own. The rest of the evening would be spent cuddling, Wonpil pecking soft kisses over your face every now and then. Occasionally, a tear would cascade down your cheek, but he would quickly wipe and kiss its remnants away.
“Awww (Y/N)-ah, don’t cry! I hate it when you cry! It’s okay, don’t think about today and just lay here with me. I love you so much…”
Dowoon
Dowoon would be concerned about you, seeing as you hadn’t answered his phone calls or texts. Like Wonpil, he would decide to visit and talk to you in person. However, he would be surprised to find you laid across your sofa, sobbing into the nearest throw pillow. Not exactly knowing what to do, this cutie would give you your space. He would sit on the opposite end of the couch and place a gentle hand on your calf. Murmuring softly, he would tell you how sorry he was and ask if you want a hug, leaving the decision of skin-ship up to you.
“I’m so sorry you had a bad day, (Y/N)-ah. Do you want a hug? How about we spend the rest of the night together?”
“Is there a name you’d like me to call you?” “Um, yes, it’s… Harry.” “Well, Harry, I think I ought to be honest and tell you that… I’m just like you. I’m transgender too.” “…You are?” “Indeed. And I’m telling you this because I wanted you to know that you are not alone. Never alone. And your parents, Harry, they… they would’ve loved you and supported you unconditionally. Just like they supported me. Never forget that there will always be people that accept us in our most truest.”
captain america magical girl AU - steve, sam, and bucky
Really, REALLY self-indulgent. Was thinking “haha the whole stucky thing is kinda magical girl vs dark magical girl-” and then everything spiraled out of control.
(to see something cute, plot this x^{2}+\left(y-\left(x^{\frac{2}{3}}\right)\right)^{2}=1 or just follow this link to free&online graph plotter desmos: https://www.desmos.com/calculator/mhautv45tt)
[square root of x^(2/3) is equal to third root of x²]
