I recently deleted my blog accidentally and I’m looking for discourse free klance blogs to follow; can you recommend any? :’)
I’m so sorry;; I don’t really follow Voltron blogs, unless it’s the art blogs (I love those guys), but I wish I could help– If anyone sees this and are holding discourse-free klance blogs, or know good ones, please share them with us? :D Pretty pleaaase
dnp doing the pure cuddles (no smut™) and drinking hot cocoa together while its raining outside and they’re acting like lil flirty boyes (this is a prompt btw, i'm really curious on how you'll make it work!
Dan giggled, nudging Phil with his elbow. “You’re a twat, lion.”
Thunder boomed outside, and Phil kissed Dan, his breath smelling of chocolate. “Oh, I’m the twat?” he asked, putting his empty mug down. Dan fished a marshmallow from the bottom of his mug, but Phil took it and ate it.
“You don’t even like marshmallows,” said Phil, grinning, and Dan rolled his eyes. He leaned his head on Phil’s shoulder, looking out the window. The water ran down the glass, making Dan feel just a bit sleepy. The grey world outside was the perfect opposite to their warm home, with the fireplace crackling away in the corner, the two of them sitting together on their couch, and the room bathed in a warm orange light.
Dan had noticed, years ago, that Phil’s eyes changed colour depending on how he was feeling. Grey when he was angry, light blue when he was fine, a brighter blue when he was happy. Today, his eyes were a warm aqua colour, one that reminded Dan of what he imagined Atlantis would look like. Flecks of gold floating through an endless, teal ocean. He had seen this colour before- it was the colour when they had gotten their first home together, when they were sitting together in front of their new fireplace with blankets, pizza and sitting on pillows, talking about their future.
Phil had noticed, years ago, that Dan’s eyes changed colour depending on how he was feeling. Black when he was sad, a lighter brown when he was having good days, a golden, honey-like glaze when he was happy. Right now, they were rich, like gingerbread and warm coffee, broze flecks like copper stars floating through a chocolate galaxy. This colour was the colour when he had proposed to Dan, the day they got married, the first colour Phil saw when their eyes met in the train station that first time.
Dan pushed Phil slightly, kissing him and moving his fringe away from his face. “You should really keep a quiff instead,” he breathed. “You look adorable.”
“Fair, but you fell in love with my emo hair.”
“Your emo hair is trash, you can change it now.”
Dan laughed, kissing his nose. “I’m joking, lion. Your hair is beautiful. I still wouldn’t mind a quiff though.”
“Wouldn’t mind it, huh?” mused Phil thoughtfully. “So you think you and I are the same?”
“I told you I preferred your curly hair, and you just somehow decided to stop straightening it?”
“You asshole,” said Dan, rolling his eyes and kissing him again. Thunder rolled outside, a flash of lightning illuminating the room for a second, and Phil sighed.
“Lying on a couch with the love of my life in the middle of a thunderstorm.”
“We’re missing something,” said Dan, pulling out his phone and beginning to play some soft piano music. “There.”
“Of course.” Dan looked up. “Not really in the mood for sex, though.”
“Me neither.” Phil’s hand moved Dan’s oversized sweater out of the way, touching the soft skin of his lower back. “You look amazing.”
“I look like roadkill.”
“If you look that good now, then I wanna see you when you think you look amazing.”
Dan had a soft smile on his face, and looked up at Phil. “You know how, when I met you, I told you that I never felt happy? And when I dropped out of uni, I told you I might never be happy again?”
“Yeah?” he asked gently.
“I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been. The luckiest I could ever get.”
Phil kissed his forehead. “How so, bear?”
“I’m lying in a house, curled up on a couch with my husband, a fireplace beside us, soft music, while it rains. We could be outside. Cold, wet, starving, but instead, I’m here. And I think that makes me one of the luckiest guys on Earth.”
“I’m the lucky one,” responded Phil, kissing Dan again. “I’m the one lying here with you.”
Even though Ames decided to grow flowers elsewhere, she still picks and brings some from her garden to the Prime and Beta kindergartens, and lays one in each exit hole. "Hey Carny! This little thing refused to wilt, and even though it's short, it's the brightest of the bunch! I'll letcha keep it." "This one's got curly petals, so I think you'll like it, Jay. Lemme know whatcha think when you come home."
I saw u were ranting and thought maybe u were sad (but I didn't read it I'm sorry) so I came to offer hugs if u take them from random people. And for what it's worth...I love ur stuff it's awe inspiring and beautiful and I love absolutely all of it. Thankies for being an inspiration for at least me. Okies that's all I hope u feel better <3
You don’t need to be sorry for not reading it! The rant was more about me getting worked up over ppl romanticising abuse in fanfiction and then applying my thoughts on that to my Marvin than my own sad stuff btw.
But thank you, so much! You’re so sweet and this means so, so much!! I’ve been having a pretty great night actually, but you just made it even more wonderful, thank you <3 I’ll try to remember this the next time I feel down
If you like my art, and want to help me create, you can “buy me a coffee” on my Ko-Fi account! From as little as 3€ you can support my creations. This of great help! Could you share, pls? Thank you very much in advance!
me, beating the goblin with a stick: no!!! its nice having my positive traits acknowledged!! responding to affirmation by denying it doesn’t make anybody feel good! the goodness in me isn’t always visible to myself, and i won’t put myself down when people see it! i deserve compliments!
everybody screws up. that’s what happens. it’s what you do with the screw-ups, it’s how you handle the experience - that’s what you should judge yourself by. i have a great life and an amazing kid. and i took a detour, i ended up some place good.