#incoherent and indescribable

[calig0]

Wish I could share my thoughts about my current hyperfixation! Unfortunately, those thoughts look a lot like this:

[marigoldbaker]

it’s really warming to realize that my style has actually kinda looped back around to the eclectic indecisive weirdness it lived in when i was in high school + draws a lot of inspo from the sartorial choices my mom made when she dressed up, BUT is much more girly and whimsical than it ever could have been at the time!!!

[galedekkarios]

yk. i used to think it was more common for trans people to play cis characters in video games / rpgs bc it's something #different to them but this fandom has made me quickly realize that it's possible i may be an outlier even among outliers 😳

[kitteningotham]

AAAAAAAAAAAHHH

THE trio of all time

[keeps-ache]

i have a 💫comic💫 that took me like 2 days to make and 3 sleep-depriving nights (don't calculate) and i have to wait til i get home to poooooaaasstttt iiiiittttttt gwah

[clochanamarc]

" i haven't told anyone yet. other than you. " she turns the can of soda carefully on the table. much easier, she thinks, to focus on the twirling form of the pepsi rather than the matter they discuss. jami may look young, and by all accounts she is; only the fact that she's 5,000 years old is enough to call it to question. the exact same fact that makes her the only person aisling can tell about this.

" i mean... it's not that i'm hiding it. they'll find out sooner or later. but i'm a bit of a chicken, jams. i just want to delay the inevitable a little longer. who knows? i might get a few more years. immortality... or even the guarantee of a long life... it's a lot to tell people. how do i tell advik that i'll look the same on his eighth birthday as i will on his eightieth? or if they get married, have kids... it changes too much. it seems like i did the right thing for absolutely everyone, except my own. "

the pepsi can skids against the table, and she catches it with a resigned hand, lips pressed as though to force back the tears from surfacing. that's when jami, sweet, tiny, brave, millennia-old jami, stands up and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead.

@goldshadows asked: ❥ from jami!!!!!!!!!!! / MEME HERE!

somehow it's enough to break the dam, and a pair of tears slip freely down her cheeks. " you're so much stronger than you'll ever know, jami. i'm not sure there's anyone as strong, to be honest. you'll have to give me some pointers. "

[thinkinonsense]

old man!logan x fem!reader

masterlist

— nothing was going right for logan tonight. work was shit and his body ached with indescribable pain. the only thing he wanted to do was crawl home to you.

"l-lo...?"

your sleepy voice was barely audible. logan tried to be quiet as he came into the house later than usual.

"hey, princess." he mutters, ridding himself of his suit jacket and slipping off his shoes.

"come lay down with me." you beg softly, wanting him to scoop you up into his big arms and cradle you like a delicate little thing.

"in a minute..." he replies, kneeling down at the foot of the bed. "wanna see my girl."

logan pulls the thin sheet off of your body; only covered by one of his shirts and a pair of lavender panties. nothing special but he adored them anyways.

"looks like she missed me too." he groans, swiping his thumb over the wet spot that grows in between your legs.

still half asleep but moaning quietly into one of the pillows next to you.

lately this is all he's been wanting to do when he returns home. lay in between your legs either slowly making out with your cunt or fingering you until you're on the verge of tears. not that you minded this sudden change, never rejecting logan from his acclaimed spot between your thighs.

"gonna let me spend some time with her, sweetheart?" he says, not expecting a verbal response.

you lazily nod your head and lift your hips a little so he can pull down your panties, tossing them aside.

"atta girl."

the low rumble in his voice left you whimpering. like a tease, logan spreads your folds, watching your arousal leak from within you. he loved splitting you open and seeing his affect on you.

"what's gotcha so soaked, baby?" he coos at your cunt, blowing a little air on it and watching how your body responds to it, hips wiggling and hole clenching for him.

"she's just cryin' for me, huh?" he chuckles, lifting your tired legs back near your head as he towers over you.

"p-please..." you whine, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

without saying a word, logan slips his middle and ring fingers inside of you, nudging that sweet spot of yours. a choked moan escapes you and your hands fly to his wrist. what's usually gentle soon turns vigorous at the pace he's moving.

"uh- fuck!" you gasp, fully awake now. " 's too much, lo."

"you can take it, sweetheart." he says sternly as his other hand draws circles on one of your legs, holding them in the air.

heat pools in your belly as you scratch your nails down logan's wrists. he can't help but adore the little 'uh-uh-uh's' spilling from your plump lips. the lewd slaps of slick fill the room as his pace picks up, bumping his fingertips against the spongy spot inside of you.

"d-don't stop, please." you beg, staring up at him with glossy, glazed over eyes. soft little mumbles of "pleasepleaseplease" ringing in logan's ears like his favorite song.

"fuck, practically cutting off my circulation." logan grunts before spitting on your button and using his thumb to stimulate you further.

all that can be heard are your incoherent babbles and logan's grunts of encouragement. his thick rough fingers stretch you in ways you didn't think were possible.

logan leans down to kiss your trembling lips, grunting at the little whimpers that escape. the fast slaps of his palm on your clit makes you bite down on his lower lip, healing so quickly that you don't even taste any blood.

"c'mon princess..." he groans, pulling apart just enough to speak. "be a good girl and soak my hand for me."

in that moment, his fingers inside of you are perfectly timed with the circles his thumb draws, sending you into a state of nirvana. panting and moaning against logan's lips while he praises you.

"that's it, sweetheart."

"there's my good girl."

once your heart rate returns to normal, logan cleans you up with a small rag before laying down in bed next to you. his muscular arms wrap around you and pull you in so he can spoon you.

"miss me that much?" you ask with a small chuckle as he kisses your neck.

"mhm, had another shitty day and needed to spend some time with my girl." he answers, words muffled by your hair.

"aw, i'm sorry baby." you turn over to face him, pecking his lips. "anything i can do to make it better?"

"it's already better now, honey." he reassures, brushing hair out of your face.

"too bad...." you smirk. "was gonna offer to ride you."

logan's eyes darken with lust as you move to straddle him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. warm hands roam around his shirtless torso, innocently drawing lazy outlines of his abs.

who could blame you for wanting to be an attentive girlfriend?

[lolapiastri]

hands | l. norris

warnings: the smuttiest, horniest smut ever bc i'm feeling some type of way, it's complete filth

author's note: absolutely no excuse for this, i will take myself down the stairs to hell

"fuck," he muttered under his breath, eyes widening as he watched his hands wrap around your throat.

your breathing sped up as your airway was slowly cut off, the cold silver of lando's rings pressing against your throat sending shockwaves straight to your core. your pupils were so large they were almost your whole iris, fixed on your boyfriend's hand through batting eyelashes. you were sat on his lap, thighs either side of his hips, pressed against him as his other hand pushed an escaped strand of hair back behind your ear.

he squeezed harder, causing your breath to hitch as you grinded against lando's crotch involuntarily, causing an attempt at a moan to leave your mouth. desperation and lust were the only things on your mind right now, added to as lando's spare hand cupped your jaw.

his index finger traced over your features, sliding over your cheek before swiping on your lips. you let him do whatever he wanted, pulling on your bottom lip until he could see your teeth. he let out a shallow scoff at how willing you were to please, how you were just taking all this. your hips couldn't stop their sporadic movements, moving in tandem with lando's squeezes against your neck.

"you like being choked, huh?" his tone was degrading, with a half laugh behind it.

he took his index finger and pushed past your lips, pressing down on your tongue as he entered your mouth. tongue wrapping around it without thinking, you began to suck, imagining it was his cock instead.

all lando could do was stare. "acting like a slut, aren't you?"

you whined in response as lando added his middle finger, pushing them right to the back of your throat as you choked around them. that wasn't good enough for lando though, as he tutted at your actions.

"i asked you a question, and i expect you to answer," he stated, giving your neck another tight squeeze. "you're a slut, aren't you?"

you attempted to respond to his question, but your answer was incoherent through lando's fingers, instead just a muffle of sounds.

"what was that?" he asked, teasing tone that caused you to almost cry with frustration, trying to answer him again to no avail. "god, not only are you a slut, you're fucking braindead. a braindead cockslut, only good for sucking dick and nothing else, huh?"

you shook your head frantically, but of course, frantic head shakes and whines were not good enough for your boyfriend.

"quiet down, now," he grunted, and you obeyed, staying silent as he removed his fingers from your mouth and dragged them down your face, holding your mouth opening before leaning over you, and spitting in your mouth.

the act was so dirty, so filthy, yet so indescribably attractive and you swallowed immeadiately, earning a slight smile from your boyfriend before both hands removed themselves from your body. you took deep breaths into your lungs, recovering from the restricted airflow you had been receiving, with your eyes never leaving lando's hands.

you grabbed them with your own, and started placing open mouthed kisses down his fingers, wet and sloppy as your mouthed at his skin. his eyes never left you, and blood shot straight to his core, his length growing underneath you.

"god, you love my hands," it was a statement, really, to himself, but you couldn't help but hum against his skin in agreement. "are you a slut for my hands?"

"yes," you mumbled against his skin, finally following his wishes for the first time that night. "want them inside me, please."

and who would he be to deny you such pleasure.

[crybabystilinski]

FIRST TIME

pairing — bsf!stiles x bsf!reader

warnings — 18+ minors dni. sexual content. oral f!recieving, fingering, stiles cums in his boxers, implies going further

word count — 1.4k

a/n — don’t mind the gif being malia in both posts, their scenes just work well😭 also this is actually my first time writing smut ever sooo don’t judge too harshly lol part two of this

how you got yourself in this position? you weren’t exactly sure. well, you obviously know how you got in this position, but doing it with your ’best friend’? what the hell happened?

as you walked up the stairs, your confidence was slowly fading. you honestly hadn’t expected stiles to want to kiss you, much less anything else.

but here you were, standing in his room together.

him shirtless.

his dad was at the station, so there were no worries about that part going wrong. but it didn’t help to ease the nerves. him not locking the door? was he being polite or was he just not worried about it? were you overthinking things?

going against everything in you telling you to stop, you walked up to stiles and reached behind him. locking the door, your eyes on his, you knew he would get the message.

he smiled at you—boyish and shy at once—but didn’t move.

“stiles.” you breathed out, fighting a smile.

“hm?”

“you know you have to touch me to do this?”

he sputtered out a mess of incoherent vowels and sounds, his cheeks burning a deep pink.

“i know that, obviously.”

you simply laughed, grabbing his hand and spinning you around to face his bed. walking him backward with your hands to his chest until his legs hit the mattress, he quickly sank down.

“i think i’m gonna bust in my pants if you don’t stop.”

he popped a cheeky grin, no shame in his face.

“do you want me to stop?”

he shook his head quickly. “please don’t.”

you grabbed his hands again, leading them to your hips. “i need you to touch me, stiles.”

he nodded, a hesitant guilt behind his eyes when he gripped your waist harder. “that’s ok?”

“mhm.”

you straddled his lap, your thighs on either side of his. his hard bulge pressed right against your clit, adding pressure of indescribable pleasure. stiles heard the squeak you failed to surpress, and in turn you felt his pants twitch.

“sorry.” he mumbled.

“don’t apologize.” you shook your head as you leaned in to kiss him again. he could feel the subconscious rock of your hips against his, causing his already throbing cock to strain more.

but the moment you tugged on a strand of his hair?

something in him switched.

he (gently) flipped you over, shuffling around until he found himself pressed between your legs. his nose tickled your neck as he nibbled and sucked at a soft spot just under your jaw. “jesus, stiles.” you breathed out heavily, a slight whine to your voice that had stiles reeling.

but it also worried him.

“not good?” he asked breathlessly as he pulled back.

you couldn’t resist a giggle at him. your best friend, so so sweet and considerate, but he was completely lost when it came to stuff he joked about every hour of the day. it was surprising how little confidence he had about it, especially since it’s a frequent topic on his mind and tongue.

oh, his tongue.

you were excited to find out how he used that one.

you shook your head, mind still focused entirely on him. his pressure, his warm mouth, his hazel eyes staring into yours, his pinkish nose and even pinker lips. “all good. promise.”

he smirked, nodded, and restarted his process.

smug bastard.

he was at your collarbone, slowly working his way down. when he eventually got to your tits with his mouth, he also started to push up your tanktop. he was testing. making sure he could take it off without more questions, since he felt more stupid at each one he asked.

you nodded, leaning up to fully take it off.

you laid back down in just your lacy red bra, not once breaking eye contact with stiles as his hand slid up your arched back. he stopped when he reached your bra, then fumbled with the hooks until they released.

your bra dipped forward, just barely hanging on by your arms.

he slowly dragged it off, letting out a gutteral groan when he saw your pert nipples.

bringing them into his mouth, he spent his time sucking and licking one while massaging the other, then swapped.

he mouthed at the skin between your breasts, tickling you with a stroke of his tongue. he pressed sweet, quick pecks down to your navel area, only taking a break to breathe and get oxygen back in his brain since his blood wasn’t going very far up.

you felt heat pool low in your stomach, a sudden urge for friction of any kind. you could feel the quick throbbing of your own pussy, silently begging for stiles.

“stiles.” you practically moaned and stiles grinned.

he leaned back to take in the sight of you. messy hair, pj shorts still on but no shirt, makeup just slightly smudged, lips full and swollen from kisses, and a few hickeys littered from your neck down.

his hands lightly trailed up your leg, from your knee to your hip, his finger dipping into the waistband of your shorts.

“can i?” barely even waiting for your small nod, he began pulling them off. he slid a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. “so pretty.” he murmured.

with your small nods and hums in approval, stiles was getting more and more confident. his dominance was beginning to come out, and you couldn’t be more pleased.

not only because it’s what you wanted, but you felt proud.

he seemed to be getting more confident, in himself and what he was doing.

he leaned down further, his warm breath fanning over your pussy. he gave a gentle peck to your bikini area, just outside where you needed him.

just enough to feel good yet not be what you need.

and then he paused.

“are you sure? i don’t think i can let you go after this. you’re mine.” it came out kind of rushed and almost incoherent, like he didn’t actually want you to hear it, but needed you to know.

“i’m yours, stiles.”

he didn’t wait much longer before sliding your panties down your legs. he subtly pocketed them, and stuck a finger between your wet folds. he slid it up to your clit, rubbing, circling, full of pressure and slick.

you whined, not expecting him to be good, since this was his first.

but you greatly underestimated those long fingers you’ve had a million and one wet dreams about.

his fingers slid back down, stopping at your pulsing hole. you saw the smirk on his face as his fingertip first breached your tight cunt. letting out another whimper as he pushed it in further, deeper.

pushing in fully, pulling it out, repeating slowly and picking up speed until your body was ready for more, for faster. all while he sucked and licked at your nipples and began rubbing his thumb on your clit.

your eyes instinctually closed, only aware of what you could feel.

your eyes shot open when you felt what you had to assume was his tongue, which you saw was. he taking hesitant licks, flattening his tongue and giving just the right pressure.

“fuck.” you moaned a string of curses, enveloped in the pleasure.

he was licking, sucking, and still fingering in every way he needed to. he was a natural at this, and he was getting almost as much pleasure from it as you were. debatably more.

you didn’t even realize how close you were until stiles muttered a small, “come on, cum for me.” right before it.

you came crashing down with harsh tugs at his hair, noticing his own subtle grunts and groans. “that’s it.”

he only stopped when you pulled his head away.

“hm?” he hummed, leaning up to kiss you again.

you gave him a quick peck back, but pulled away. “your turn.”

stiles looked confused for a second before he looked down, then realized.

“oh. no, i already—”

you looked at his soaked-through sweats with a satisfied grin. of course you noticed him rocking on the bed, but it didn’t click in your head until that.

“you don’t want to a second time?”

he quickly shook his head. “i do, no, yeah, obviously.”

you laughed, reaching for his jean zipper. stiles had his hands up and spread in the air, unsure of what to do but watch. you looked up at him, smirking.

“i’m gonna bust in my boxers again if you keep looking at me like that.”

[livelaughlovesubs]

I need more Boothill... Maybe just taking orgasm after orgasm after orgasm... Mommy kink even...?

WAIT HUUUH?? BAE, YOU ARE REQUESTING SMT FROM ME? I’m fucking honoured I could cry also you are a switch? >:0

Anyway, hope this is to your liking <3

Dom!reader x sub!Boothill

Warning: mommy kink (boothill calls reader mommy), handjob, dacryphilia, praise kink, soft dom

His once cold metal arms were wrapped around your neck, holding onto you as tightly as he could. Legs spread as far as he can while he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to handle the overstimulation your touch brought him. “Too.. too much~” The male groaned into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. All you did in response was coo at him, whispering gently, “you are doing great, my love.” Each time your hand pumped up and down his sticky length, he could feel his body overheating and going feral. As if all of his systems shortcut, he felt how his limps went weak, at this rate he can barely hold on to you any longer.

Your hand was all dirty with the lube as well, smiling at him as you continued the same movements you’ve been repeating for the last hour. Up, down, up and down… just like that, a steady rhythm that made his mind go blank. You adored this man with all your heart, the only thing you want for him is eternal happiness and satisfaction. In your opinion, it was a blessing that you can make him feel good like this, make him whimper and cling onto you. “So good and so pretty for me, my baby.” A soft chuckle left your lips, eyes filled with adoration scanning over his mechanical body. He really was beautiful, every side of him, from his adorable personality to his looks. You swore to yourself that you’d always love him, his past, and his future. A future where you hope to be in the picture as well.

That lovely gaze of yours didn’t escape his sharp senses, those very loving eyes were what caused boothill to fall for you. He found comfort in them, solace and peace. It was indescribable. The moment you look at him with such tenderness he haven’t felt since centuries, he crumbles like sand with water. Somehow, you were able to make his nonexistent heart beat, causing him to year for you. All he could do was thank the aeons for granting him this comfort, since you reciprocated his feelings he tried so hard to suppress. “S-stop it with those uHhm~ dadgem compliments…” The cyborg scoffed, biting his bottom lip to keep his moans in check.

“But you deserve them, sweetie, and it’s only the truth. It’s what I think about you.” You mumbled against his head, using your free hand to stroke his long hair. “I really adore you.” You added after seeing his ears redden. Sometimes he thinks you are an angel, because of how nice you are, yet other times you were straight up the devil’s incarnation. Whenever you’d tease him until he’s whimpering and humiliated, that is. “Still.. stop it.” Boothill insisted, he felt way too embarrassed and aroused by just some praises that it was hurting his ego. His hands were bawled into fists behind your neck, sometimes when it got especially intense he’d also scratch your back.

Instead of nodding along, you just smiled again, picking up your pace on his length. His body has been warmed up by your body heat at this point, that’s how long you two have been going at it. How many times has he cum now? Since there are no physical signs of him reaching his orgasm, you could only guess from his other body languages. If you guessed rightly, it’d be three times already. When you suddenly started going faster, the cowboy cried out, pressing his face further into the nook of your neck as he begged incoherently, “please please please.., no-no more, mommy..” If it weren’t for his inability to, he would have cried from the excessive pleasure.

Poor boy was panting and gasping the entire time, mouth hung agape because he got no time to close with from all the moaning. The ecstasy was too much, way too much to handle, to the point even his fake thighs shook uncontrollably. How was it even possible for him to feel anything below his neck? He doesn’t know. He also didn’t know if this is a blessing or a curse since, fudge, you are driving him insane. “Hngghh… I can’t I can’t..! Ah, ahhH- mommy, please…” Boothill whined again, he was such a mess now, all due to you, only for you.

“Shh, it’s alright baby. I’m right here, mommy here with you.” You reassured him, kissing his forehead gently. The warmth of your lips was the last straw he needed to spill over the edge, eyes rolling back as a chocked out moan escaped his throat. “UghH- uhmmHg..!!” All of this was too much for him, he could feel new electricity crashing down on him in waves. Then a sudden sharp pain coursed through your body. His fingers dug into your back, crawling at your skin again, leaving behind new scratch marks. You bit his neck to bear the sensations, drawing out another pained groan from the boy, “ugh-nnNghhHH~..!”

After calming down a bit, you kissed his face. From his cheeks to his nose and lips, leaving behind little pecks for him to enjoy. “So good for me, my good boy.” You praised him again, ending with him turning his face to the side and avoiding you. What an adorable thing he was, of course you didn’t mind his bratty behaviour, instead you laughed before teasing him, “did you enjoy it? I mean, you even started calling me ‘mommy’.” Immediately the blush previously pestering his cheeks returned, and he yelled out a ‘fork you’. Once again you giggled, kissing the tip of his nose again, then saying, “aw, I thought it was very cute though.”

Never would he ever admit to have done something so.. embarrassing yet cute. Boothill thought this was finally over when you suddenly started rubbing his tip again, causing him to let out a squeak, “aghNhh..?!” You looked at him with expectant eyes, asking him, “what, you didn’t think I was done already, did you?” Right after you finished that sentence, you started jerking him off in the earnest again, and he moaned through gritted teeth, “nGHhhh~ fudge… please spare me, mommy~~ ♡”

[lotsoflola]

mark and his hands [smut]

"fuck," he muttered under his breath, eyes widening as he watched his hands wrap around your throat.

your breathing sped up as your airway was slowly cut off, the cold silver of mark's rings pressing against your throat sending shockwaves straight to your core. your pupils were so large they were almost your whole iris, fixed on your boyfriend's hand through batting eyelashes. you were sat on his lap, thighs either side of his hips, pressed against him as his other hand pushed an escaped strand of hair back behind your ear.

he squeezed harder, causing your breath to hitch as you grinded against mark's crotch involuntarily, causing an attempt at a moan to leave your mouth. desperation and lust were the only things on your mind right now, added to as mark's spare hand cupped your jaw.

his index finger traced over your features, sliding over your cheek before swiping on your lips. you let him do whatever he wanted, pulling on your bottom lip until he could see your teeth. he let out a shallow scoff at how willing you were to please, how you were just taking all this. your hips couldn't stop their sporadic movements, moving in tandem with mark's squeezes against your neck.

"you like being choked, huh?" his tone was degrading, with a half laugh behind it.

he took his index finger and pushed past your lips, pressing down on your tongue as he entered your mouth. tongue wrapping around it without thinking, you began to suck, imagining as if it was his cock instead.

all mark could do was stare. "acting like a slut, aren't you?"

you whined in response as mark added his middle finger, pushing them right to the back of your throat as you choked around them. that wasn't good enough for mark though, as he tutted at your actions.

"i asked you a question, and i expect you to answer," he stated, giving your neck another tight squeeze. "you're a slut, aren't you?"

you attempted to respond to his question, but your answer was incoherent through mark's fingers, instead just a muffle of sounds.

"what was that?" he asked, teasing tone that caused you to almost cry with frustration, trying to answer him again to no avail. "god, not only are you a slut, you're fucking braindead. a braindead cockslut, only good for sucking dick and nothing else, huh?"

you shook your head frantically, but of course, frantic head shakes and whines were not good enough for your boyfriend.

"quiet down, now," he grunted, and you obeyed, staying silent as he removed his fingers from your mouth and dragged them down your face, holding your mouth opening before leaning over you, and spitting in your mouth.

the act was so dirty, so filthy, yet so indescribably attractive and you swallowed immeadiately, earning a slight smile from your boyfriend before both hands removed themselves from your body. you took deep breaths into your lungs, recovering from the restricted airflow you had been receiving, with your eyes never leaving mark's hands.

you grabbed them with your own, and started placing open mouthed kisses down his fingers, wet and sloppy as your mouthed at his skin. his eyes never left you, and blood shot straight to his core, his length growing underneath you.

"god, you love my hands," it was a statement, really, to himself, but you couldn't help but hum against his skin in agreement. "are you a slut for my hands?"

"yes," you mumbled against his skin, finally following his wishes for the first time that night. "want them inside me, please."

and who was he to deny you such pleasure.

[jinxpantsu]

Yvory Wright the Immaculate

v v v v

A strange girl appears in the orphanage one day. Bailey, stood a few feet away groans in frustration. The orphanage is already filled to the brim. Not like she's an actual orphan anyways... at least, they think so? They can't get a word out of the little shit.

They grab the first orphan he sees and now it will become their problem. They grab Angel Benoȋt-Blackford. The Religious one.

"Take her." They say dryly. "She goes with you to your room. You're sharing it. I don't give a shit if you complain."

You feel you have no choice. You often never do with them.

That night is incredibly awkward, with the girl staring wide eyed into the corner of the room and muttering incoherently.

Did Bailey find this one in the psyche ward? Or maybe... she used to belong here before?

You now share a room with Yvory Wright! Wait... who?

--

"Remember us, coalwalker, not as we are, but as how we were."

Yvory Wright is the the Ivory Wraith. Not possessed or its host- she is the living breathing Wraith. With a mysterious past, she simply exists now as another orphan being extorted by Bailey.

Yvory is a quiet person. She can often sneak up on anyone with her soft foot steps. She usually does not wear shoes because the sensation of them make her uncomfortable.

If she speaks, her words are often rushed together! She gets very uncomfortable having to speak, and instead makes strange noises to try and communicate. Usually, because of her naturally shaken tone, this is meant to sound like a complaint.

Her eyes are typically blown wide. Like a maniac stare that she cannot help. She has often got into trouble for her gaze. She learns how to soften her gaze, but there's still an uncanny air about her. TERRIBLE facial control.

She is autistic! Please be patient with her, as she also deals with intense anxiety. The anxiety can become so intense that she begins to produce sweat and overheat. She needs cold environments, typically, and cannot handle the summer well.

Yvory has memories of being in France despite never being there before. She does not know if these memories truly belong to her or not.

Yvory can do strange things with her body. Some say they witnessed her change her appearance completely during a blood moon. It's just a rumor though.

She knows Quinn well. Some of her earliest memories were of that man. She remembers being a photographer at a fair in the town... She snapped his photo, and he invited her to chat over tea at his mansion. All she remembers is an indescribable amount of pain all over her body. But especially her neck.

She has a lot of these strange "scars" on her body. One on the aforementioned neck, one on each arm under the shoulders, her wrists, each finger at the base, her middle section of her torso, at the center of he thighs, just below the knees AND FINALLY her feet. She can't explain why they exist.

Her favorite color is blue and silver. She once had an immaculate necklace in such a beautiful shade of blue... She wore it all the time.

Yvory is not the best at sports. In fact, she isn't good at most things physically demanding. But she does appreciate ballet.

She also likes music, although the most she can do is play a tambourine or triangle. She does not like to draw attention to herself otherwise.

Strangely freakishly strong. If she tries to fend someone off her, however rare that may seem, it feels as though its more than just her 4 limbs kicking and punching. As if multiple limbs, some long, some slender, some fat, some short, are attacking as well.

Despite her unique constitution, Yvory remains innocent. She is blissfully unaware of most dangers. This has made her a target of harassment. In a town like this, it's the most harmful kind of danger as well.

She does not feel pure at all. But she thinks she is.

Yvory sometimes is seen stroking the air around her, as if caressing something that isn't there. When asked what she's doing she will respond with a strong of incomprehensible mutters. If you are able to understand her, she might be saying something like 'missing it.' She does not feel entirely whole.

Yvory can not swim well at all, but she seems to act like she can walk on water. She spends a lot of time at the lake if she's not in the bedroom of the orphanage, hiding in a corner.

Visibly Disturbed trait. One glance from her will make you feel something is deeply wrong with her. Will you be able to piece together what that may be?

Most skills are at, or near F. The only high skills currently are Skulguggery, History, and Promiscuity.

She often thinks she's in love with someone. Even if she doesn't mean it, she will try to invade the target of her affections space frequently! Many people have already fallen victim to this habit. Some took advantage, some abandoned her. Regardless, she continues to be on good terms with most!

Video games seem cool. She actually plays a lot of them... only with the other orphans though. She's incredibly smart and talented at them. The praise and candies she receive fill her with joy.

Has a very bad staring problem. She doesn't realize she does this most of the time, but her expressions are so haunting and stressful that it often unnerves the person she looks at.

A good singing voice! She sounds like someone constantly mourning... even though her voice can barely raise high at all.

Yvory does not remember much of her past. She's not even sure if she wants to anymore. There's something... deeply wrong with that girl. Certain stimuli might bring out a stronger reaction, and in turn help her remember more. But whether that is a good thing or not depends wholly on the person who exposes her to it.

Will you keep her safe?

[sincerelyverena]

pls pls pls charles x short!alive!reader? established relationship, maybe just some fluffy moments between the two?

⟡⁺ THE GHOST OF YOU

tysm for the req, anon! 💞💞 ive thoroughly enjoyed my return here, n now the story is yours n i hoped u enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it <3 special shoutout to my dbd betareaders, i love and appreciate all of u sm!

. . . CHARLES ROWLAND X GN!READER ‘think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else.’ @andforthecoating

inbox is always open for requests!

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Falling in love with a ghost wasn’t on the cards for you, until you met Charles Rowland.

The supernatural had haunted you since you were a small child, being the victim of a near-death experience isn’t easy on any youngling. Especially you. The consequences of viewing these seemingly mythological creatures took years of patience and silent work to endure, more so, because nobody would ever believe you if you told them you saw ghosts. How ghastly.

And as a young child, you couldn’t imagine that decades into the future, you’d be laid between the arms of one. Two bronzed columns that supported the minuscule length of your torso. And for a ghost? Charles is oddly warm. Or maybe that’s you warming up to your idea of your body heat, marinating in the crisp sheets of your bed. A sanctuary the two of you now shared, together.

But it was nice to think that it was Charles too. He was the reason why you felt comfortable and protected after all. In a world of witchcraft, warlocks, dangers, and death Charles was your home.

A pair of bow-turned lips place themselves against your temple, assisting you in drifting out of sleep. Charles murmurs against the surface of your skin, planting scattered kisses along the top of your head in the process. ‘Dove, we’re meeting Crystal for coffee, remember?’

Charles’s gently mustered words are enough to serenade a response out of your sleepy self. You murmur incoherent words, flipping yourself over so that when you inch your eyes open, they can delight in your boyfriend’s beauty.

His ebony-clad curls are fluffed to perfection atop his head, not a hint of bed-head in sight, which you consider impressive before you remember that Charles mostly spent the night just watching you. As if nothing else in the world matters. You extend a hand to the defined curve of his jaw, practically guiding his lips toward your own. They lock together in familiarity, and nothing but pure, honeyed ecstasy buzzes throughout you. This is better than coffee, better than anything. Charles tasted like heaven, hell, and everything in between.

And as you two separated, Charles beamed down at you with something indescribable bouncing around in his whiskey eyes.  ‘I think a sleep-in wouldn’t hurt, now, would it?’ Rising to the day seems like the logical option. Something that barely crosses your mind for a second before you fall captive to those bronzed arms, weaving around the hitch of your waist. And before you know it, you discover yourself half-tossed atop the ghost you had fallen for. The tall length of his legs tangled with your own. And any responsible, adult-like thought dissolved as your lips crashed together. Something oh-so-destructible yet perfect, how could you say no?

And possibly, that perfect destruction is always the reason why you both are considered late to possibly anything imaginable. If Edwin found himself in the depths of the fiery circles of hell again, the entire group would bet that you and Charles would take an eternity to part before he’d get rescued. It’d be more beneficial for Edwin to smuggle out himself.

‘We’re going to be awfully late, angel.’

‘Maybe because you keep distracting me.’

‘Nonsense, I’m brills and can do no wrong.’

You tear your eyes away from your reflection in the mirror before you. You scrutinise Charles with a disbelieving gaze at his words, which shortly dissolve into nothing less than adoration. Nevertheless, you continued to feign annoyance as you combed a single hand through your hair and down your scalp. Fingers adjusting the little strands to suit your desire for tidiness. 

You abandon this aspiration, pivoting upon your heel. The mask of annoyance you pertain slips away into nothingness as a soft laugh escapes you amid your words. Facing your boyfriend, you slip a hand into his own.

‘You’re lucky that I love you.’ 

'I am so very lucky.'

Charles’ adjusted his position as he moved his lips from the curve of your forehead, toward the curve of your lips. There was something passionate about how the deep onyx of hues sparked with something even deeper. Something warm and honeyed, indescribable. And before you could even decipher what it was you could feel the honeyed taste of him upon your lips, Charles scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

His arm relented against the small of your back, even as you holler out empty threats and meaningless curses amid your laughter. This merely prompted Charles to bounce you atop his shoulder blade, a chuckle of his own heard as you huffed and puffed. Nevertheless, you would refuse to admit that the action of soft intimacy made you feel over the moon with exhilaration.

A curse of Charles’s own accompanied your laughter as he was a breath away from the side of his torso slamming into the doorway he attempted to parade you through, which frankly made you laugh harder.

‘You’re such a dick.’ You managed to wheeze out.

‘I think you may be right about that one.’

Charles’s voice sounded with a tinge of mischief, which crept, announced in his tone. You could almost hear the grin in his voice as he articulated his words, even through your limited peripheral vision as you were held captive in his arms.

‘You love it, though.’

The Charles-like cockiness your boyfriend presented caused you to blow out a breath of feigned exasperation. Yet, unbeknownst to him, the slow ghost of a smile proceeded to creep onto your lips. Especially as he continued to balance you upon the bridge of his broadened shoulder, for a hint of dramatics, of course. Because you did love it.

And as the two of you ventured toward inevitable lateness, you couldn’t help but think how you couldn’t wait to do it all again the following morning.

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[nadiahshaven]

high connie. that’s it.

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translations : estas bien?/you good? | cariño/darling | mi amor/my love

content : high!connie x afro-latina reader, contains nsfw, connie got braces.

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high!connie who gets touchy, and needy when under the influence.

“why you so far for?” connie questioned you. seeing you in nothing but his large t-shirt and boxers was doing something to him. his eyes were so low that he could barely see you, but he could make out your figure from across the room.

“cariño, i’m right here.” you reached out for his hand, to which he grabbed it, kissing all over the back of it, to your tattooed fingers, to your palm and wrist. it was now your turn to question him. “estas bien?”

he nodded, and whispered nothing but three words as he tugged on the oversized shirt you were wearing, with an intoxicated, metal-mouthed smile.

“take this off.”

high!connie who loves when you feed him snacks he gets for his munchies. he finds it weird, sober or not. you find it cute, on the other hand, so everytime he hands you an opened bag of trolli sour gummy worms after he gets high, you know exactly what to do.

“thankkk you, mi amorr.” connie chuckled, licking the rest of the sour powder off of your index and thumb fingers.

“mhm.” you replied back, kissing his currently blue raspberry flavored lips.

high!connie who loves how you dig your nails into his back when he has your legs on his shoulders, LED lights on red, fucking you to sandra’s rose by drake. any other time you two would fuck off a blunt, he’d be gentle, easy with your body. something must’ve been in the weed, because this specific time the headboard was banging so roughly into the wall you thought you’d have to call maintenance for the apartment you lived in, in the morning. the tip of his dick was punching your cervix with every harsh thrust he fed you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“con-“ you said incoherently, resorting to slapping onto his back in an attempt to get his attention. “connie, im finna cum-“

yet again, due to a moan being forced from your throat, you couldn’t finish your sentence. he was hitting your g-spot as if there was no other spot inside of you to hit, guiding you to the orgasm of your life.

but, he answered you, in a gentle, quiet, cooing tone. “go ‘head, mami. nut onnis dick.” his hands that were on either side of your head moved down to press on your lower stomach, enhancing the pleasure indescribably.

you started to pant hoarsely, jaw slackened and legs shaking. he took this as an opportunity to shove his thumb in your mouth, swirling it around, under, behind your tongue. he slid his slender, soft finger out, dragging it down your body before pressing it on your clit, rubbing it in small, firm circles.

high!connie loved how you looked when you came, it being the most gorgeous sight on earth. some nights, he kept you up only to make you cum over, and over, and over. he couldn’t get enough of how your face contorted into one of pure ecstasy when you reached your climax. knowing he was the one making you feel this good, sent him onto a cloud higher than the one he was on.

high!connie who would agree to let you wear his chains when you rode him. everyone knew connie’s chains were the most dear to him, which is why you wouldn’t dare to ask him to even take them off if you two were fucking while he was sober. you loved the way they dangled in your face, anyway. but, when he was high, saying ‘yes’ to things was more common, even if it took a little bit of persuasion. he adored the way his chains sounded, the silver and diamonds clinking together while he bounced your hips up and down on his dick.

high!connie who you had to take care of when he greened out after eating an entire edible. he had high tolerance, but this night, he pushed his luck— and his body— farther than was able to contain. next thing you knew, he was kneeled over the toilet, emptying his guts while you were rubbing his broad shoulders with either of your hands, encouraging him and telling him that he’d be okay.

he sat up, still holding onto the toilet. “never gettin’ fuckin’ high again.”

“so, this mean i can smoke the rest of the weed?” you chuckled, already knowing the answer to this question.

“fuck no.” connie responded, sternly.

high!connie who also loved getting high on the taste of you. he’d have you ass up, face down, eating you out as if his life depended on it. his flexible, long tongue knew no boundaries, going from twirling it around your clit to tensing it and thrusting it in and out of you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he slid his thumb into your smaller, pulsing hole right as he flicked the tip of his tongue sloppily across your button. you couldn’t control yourself, or even warn him, and gushed every juice you had onto his face. this seemed to motivate him further, and he continued what he was doing, despite your cries and very guttural sounding moans.

high!connie who loved to cuddle with you after watching a movie that he knew would trip him out. he’d rant about how surreal everything looked as he laid his head into your chest. you played in his hair as he did so. touching his hair was also one of the things he wouldn’t let you do if he was sober, but obviously, since he was high, it was alright. your nails gently scratching his scalp would send him into a deep sleep. and just like that, he’d become your 6’5, 200 pound weighted blanket.

“never lettin’ you get high again.” you groaned, as you tried your best to pull the comforter up onto both of your bodies.

you also simultaneously knew that was a lie. you loved a sober connie, a drunk connie, and especially a high!connie.

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[godofdumpsterfalling]

Headcanon Dump - Hermes & Apollo ft. Dionysus (Riordanverse)

Because I have a mountain of these and if I don’t organize them they will be completely incoherent. Under a cut for length.

- Apollo basically raised Hermes, for all the value of “raised” when concerning gods.

- Maia did not want to be a mother, and had no idea how to. She tried, and did care about Hermes, but was secretly relieved when Hermes took to following Apollo everywhere. Zeus was really perfecting his parenting style of the day, which was caring about his kids from a distance (he had other priorities, they were not really near the top) and occasionally popping in to give some Fatherly Advice or have bonding moment (omg taking his kids fishing…deadbeat dad core for REAL) before fucking off again like “parental control duties DONE I am SUCH a good dad. See you again in like 50 years, sport!” It was particularly bad when Hermes was born.

- Hermes followed Apollo around for a solid couple hundred years, acting as his shadow pretty much. It drove Athena and Artemis CRAZY. Apollo’s extroverted ass was completely baffled by people being off put by his baby brother basically being attached to his back. He’s not gonna bother you he’s just gonna hang out?? What’s the problem??

- Hermes stayed in a younger form for a looong time because he knew Apollo would never say no to him if he looked cute enough. Until he got hit with the depression beam, he kept whipping that form out whenever he got in trouble. He’s baby, your honor, you can’t be mad at a BABY

- Hermes held Dionysus for 2 seconds before he decided he was willing to die for this little guy. The couple hours after he was born were spent by Hermes holding him up to random family members and going “LOOK AT HIM HES SO SMALL” and the family members going “Hermes please do your job”

- When Dionysus joined Olympus, Hermes eagerly took him under his wing in a similar manner to Apollo taking on Hermes. Not as much weird parental responsibility though. But he was still following Apollo everywhere so Apollo got TWO mischievous shadows. Much to Artmemis’ dismay. Why are there TWO OF THEM

- All they ever had to do was duck behind Apollo and he’d defend them against whoever they’d pissed off now even when they were 100% in the wrong. Especially when they were 100% in the wrong, honestly.

- Zeus and Hermes’ relationship has a lot of layers (a post for another time) but the bare bones basics is that early on Zeus just thought he was a Clown (that’s my funny boy <3) and nowadays he’s Zeus’ under appreciated, overworked personal assistant. Although he’s kind of been Zeus’ lapdog since the beginning. Father Please Notice Me I am not as shiny as Apollo but I can roll over so nice pls pls pls

- Hermes has not had a nap in the past century somebody please help him. Give your local delivery man a nice tip because he has like 20 other domains and would rather be doing Literally Anything Else. And also a hug maybe, the most contact he ever gets is when he brushes hands with whoever he’s giving a package. Somebody get this man a paid vacation he has been holding Olympus together with duct tape

- Hermes has the worst case of Middle Child Syndrome Known To Man

- Hermes and Artemis like each other! Shockingly. For reasons unrelated to Apollo, even. They just like to hang out. Hermes is one of the two Olympians she’s happy to be around <3

- Apollo has tried, with varying success, to get Hermes and Athena to be friends. The results have been… mixed.

- Athena, Apollo and Hermes will occasionally have absolutely legendary verbal smackdowns. So brutal that it would actually evaporate a mortal on the spot. Indescribable, really. Anyone who overhears them will never mentally recover,

[neverpathia]

Intro/About Me Post

I offer the humblest salutations from one who has never been humble.

So here I am. The StP and perhaps ASoIaF communities might've seen Nev around from time to time, but here I am in the flesh (pun intended, heh). I ramble. I doodle. Nothing much to see here.

You may call me Nev, Nevvey, or Neville, or really any other derivative nickname so long as it's not too feminine. Truth be told, I don't give half a damn.

I'm a losermale and a simp, though hopefully not in the incel way. Gods forbid.

Other Socials:

Reddit - u/FyreSkar

Discord - @neverpathia

AO3 - Nevverything

Scratch - Neverpathos

I'm pretty lackluster elsewhere, and the bulk of my (consumable) content's up in my Tumblr anyway.

My reblog dumpster's at @neverpasta

Fun fact. My sona's a gargoyle sentinel. He's also a little undead.

So I'm ethnically Chinese, though I don't speak too much of my mother tongue. My nationality's Malaysian.

Also, I'm FtM trans and gynosexual (attracted to feminine attributes). Bit of an oxymoron, go figure.

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What did you expect? I haven't organised my blog just yet, pardon me.

Sorry if I haven't answered your ask. I do apologise, sincere and true. I just have a shitty work ethic and a shittier brain.

No empty promises or guarantees: if I'm not getting to it there's a pretty solid chance I never will. But I do read it! Feel free to leave stuff in my asks anytime-- even if I don't necessarily respond, I do love seeing what everyone has to say to me, and it always gets a much-needed smile on my face.

Also, my DMs are open, though if you're gonna chat me up then I'd rather you do it on Discord instead. I do like talking, though. This one's a shameless extrovert.

The Other-People-Promotion Section (please check them all out, I beg of you, amazing stuff out there):

@everestgale - They have a pretty distinctive artstyle and their lineart is clean as hell. And two whole sets of voice designs somehow. And Opportunist brainrot. Also, they run the (absolutely horrendously utterly indescribably) chaotic Yap Central Station on Discord. I repeat, really good art, but they're also a very chill person and pretty dang nice in general. And they were one of my first friends coming into the fandom, plus they helped me out a lot so I truly do thank them.

@hello-universe-lovers - Holy shit her ideas. Holy shit, her ideas. She has a fuck ton of AUs and they way she does characterisation is just [careens out a window vigorously explosively.] I'm going to have to compliment her designs too, particularly her Opportunist, whose rehabilitation's probably universally acknowledged throughout the fandom by now but he's hot. She's helped me out a lot too. Best buddy to yap about traumatizing my voices with.

@miyuka1709 - JAW DROPPING ART WITH HOT GIRLS. Another one with smoking hot character designs, and the rendering, and the composition and the. The. And this is another one who gladly endures my ramblings in my Discord thread and actually compliments my incoherencies. Also, pretty art. Lovely artstyle, I must stress. And she animated my Opportunist that one time and I'm still not over it. She has mastered the illegible sorceries of Live2D somehow.

I don't have as much to say about the rest of you but just know that you're very appreciated.

@pareidolla @phantasmatoucan @lavb-b @writingdevil @orcatnip @salty-an-disco @acethekenku @sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now

and pretty much everyone else in this community, but alas, I can only annoy so many people.