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AHHHH I LOVE THE STARS AND MOON AHHHHH

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hi hi hi, here’s something simple and sweet for 月見 ！ :’))) happy moon viewing 🎑, everyone. I spent yesterday on FaceTime with my parents and brother while we made food together 😆

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Will read this soon!

4EVER scaramouche x f!reader

summary when scaramouche was forced to go on a vacation to his auntie's summer house in fontaine, he meets a girl who might help him out.

aka. . . falling in love during the summer was not on your to-do list but was it worth the risk?

listed as a summer romance, hurt / no comfort, mild chatfic contains typical scaramouche, strong language, established situationship, teenage love, modern au, time-skip chapters, explicit language additional note this was from my prev. account but i'll be rewriting it & twilight to dawn is a moodboard btw. see updates on this tag

the record player . . . twilight 2 dawn

i. boys don't cry

ii. from the window

iii. seasons

iv. to be added

extra: the sun shines among other stars & the total eclipse

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It really sucks yk, he told me that he lost interest in me lol, he said I didn't do anything wrong and it was him, because he needs to learn how to love himself without depending on another person to make him happy or feel good about himself or something like that. And I thought he's going to take a break from having another crush (he always tries to find another crush after the person he likes doesn't like him or he doesn't like them anymore lol, kinda odd how our relationship started cuz he developed a crush on me when he was still dating somebody,I didn't like that ofc, but he broke up with her a week after he told me that he likes me because his mom didnt like their relationship. And it was a month later before I told him I like him back) but not even 5days after, he told or cof (except for me) that he already likes someone new. But I'm already over him I think. I put "I think" there cuz I still think about him a lot, but it doesn't hurt anymore like it did when he ended our relationship. But why do I keep thinking of him?? I also keep asking my self the question "Do you want him back?" And I'd always say "yes" to that question 1-2weeks after he ended our relationship, but now, if I ask that question again, I'd instantly say no. Maybe im saying "no" to that question now because I realized that I like and enjoy my life more without having a relationship. And he got his feelings back to me on jan 10 and jan 14, how'd I know that? Well he simply told me, not directly tho, he just told me to look at his notes which was "i want her back so bad" and something about being in love with me again, then he deleted them really really fast. I didn't know how to respond and just told him that I didn't see his note because he deleted them, he also sent me a vid on tiktok and it said "I like you the most" and some other shiz that I already forgot, but I think he doesn't like me anymore again lol, not like I mind.We still text each other everyday tho, so it's ok, and not like I'm hoping for him to text me, but he always does. But eh, I'm ok now, and I don't want him back :D

It has only been 5 days since we got back together but I feel like he's already getting bored of me, we didn't talk that much today too, maybe because we were too busy cuz of our dance practice and performance???? I hope we're fine. I love that guy sm, I seriously only have 2 crushes and it's him and that one guy that I met when I was 4, so I hope he doesn't leave me.

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Yepp, I was right, he ended our relationship a week after I posted this (April 4)

It has only been 5 days since we got back together but I feel like he's already getting bored of me, we didn't talk that much today too, maybe because we were too busy cuz of our dance practice and performance???? I hope we're fine. I love that guy sm, I seriously only have 2 crushes and it's him and that one guy that I met when I was 4, so I hope he doesn't leave me.

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It has only been 5 days since we got back together but I feel like he's already getting bored of me, we didn't talk that much today too, maybe because we were too busy cuz of our dance practice and performance???? I hope we're fine. I love that guy sm, I seriously only have 2 crushes and it's him and that one guy that I met when I was 4, so I hope he doesn't leave me.

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Overthinking so bad rn

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WHY DOES ALMOST EVERYONE THAT I KNOW SPELLS MY NAME WRONG. MY NAME IS LITTERLY NOT THAT HARD TO REMEMBER😭 IT'S IRESH NOT IRISH😭

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gamer! Vanitas -> fingerfucking

content: nsfw, vaginal fingering, thigh riding, fingering, praise, degradation, exhibitionism | reblogs & comments appreciated!

~2,3k words | kinktober masterlist

For some odd reason, things never seemed to turn out in your favour whenever Vanitas was involved. 

Arguably, the current situation was your fault, though this really hadn't been what you had imagined to happen when Vanitas had promised you he was going to find a way to combine his hobby of gaming and your demand for him to spend more time with you somehow. 

Right now, you would have preferred had everything stayed the same, however. 

Vanitas' attention, even when only partly on you, wasn't always a good thing. 

Your thighs were trembling as you forced yourself to stay still and unmoving, inaudible, though it seemed near impossible with the way Vanitas' thigh was pressing against your bare cunt. 

The fabric of his sweatpants was damp with your arousal already, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to keep yourself from grinding down against his leg like a bitch in heat, even though Vanitas had given you permission to do just that — as long as you didn't disturb his game, that was. 

To be fair, he had been true to his words; this way, you were certainly spending more time together. 

Still, making you sit on his lap, naked and aroused, while he was focused on some shooter game was quite cruel, even for him. 

The fact that the damn video game seemed to go on for hours and hours on end only made this worse, and while Vanitas was gleefully taunting Dante through his headset after he got an easy kill on him, you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stifle any potential moans. 

Any noise that was too loud, and his friends were going to be notified of your presence immediately. 

The thought alone caused heat to rise to your cheeks; you were quick to hide your face in his shoulder, the tip of your nose brushing against dark hair tied together into a messy rattail.

You were doing alright, though. At least Vanitas wasn't actively teasing you; it was simply the wait that was pure agony, especially with the way your clit was throbbing, and the urge to reach down and touch yourself was nearly overwhelming. 

That was against the rules, however. 

If you wanted to get off, you had to do so through riding his thigh like a slut; he had made that much clear. 

Arousal bloomed in your abdomen, hot and heavy, and sweat dripped down your throat, then over the curve of your tits. You were vaguely aware of how much you were panting, pretty lips hanging open as you pressed your body against Vanitas' own, your chest flush with his. 

You really had no idea for how much longer you were able to take this. 

Vanitas didn't seem intent on letting this dumb game of his — not the video game, rather the psychological warfare that was his constant teasing — end any time soon, and you were all but aching to come, your face flushed with heat and your thighs shaking. 

The only reasons you had to hold back were your pride and the possibility of being overheard, though, now that you were thinking about it, you doubted Vanitas would have taken the risk to let someone else hear your moans. 

Right? 

The thought that he might have been lying to you about the risk of his friends hearing you only just came to you. 

“Hey, Noé—, come on, are you serious? The guy was literally right there, you could have gotten him easily!” Vanitas huffed, his gaze trained on the flickering screen, and, really, you didn't have much of a choice. 

Your head was hazy already, pure need and impatience causing your thoughts to feel all muddled, and you couldn't help but come to the realisation that there was no point in holding on. 

Your situation wasn't going to improve. This was what you had to deal with, and the remaining shreds of your pride were swiftly whisked away when the fabric of Vanitas' sweatpants rubbed against your clit, the minimal stimulation almost causing you to whimper. 

Your first movements were hesitant at best; you balanced yourself on your knees to grind down against his thigh, firm muscle flexing underneath your weight, and, God — that really shouldn't have felt just as heavenly as it did. 

Only barely did you manage to swallow a moan down as you repeated the motion, your hips rolling back and forth, back and forth, and you were too distracted by the sparks of pleasure that ran up your spine to notice the way blue eyes found their way onto you, sparkling with amusement. 

Suddenly, one of Vanitas' hands moved to rest on the plush curve of your hip, a smug smirk curling his lips upwards. “My, you really are damn needy, aren't you?” 

Almost on instinct, your brows furrowed into a frown as you pulled back slightly, getting a better look at him, only for you to narrow your eyes while you pointedly shook your head. 

Vanitas, however, only laughed. “Don't try and deny it now. You're all but dripping through my sweatpants, love. The spot where you're sitting is completely drenched already.”

At those words, a high-pitched whimper, laced with embarrassment, left your mouth without your permission, and you were quick to slap one of your hands over it. 

Vanitas raised one arched eyebrow. “Oh? What are you, shy?” He tilted his head to the side before understanding morphed into his features, and he huffed out a laugh. “No need to worry about the headset right now. The others are getting food, which means we've got some private time. Isn't that great?” 

“Very.” You didn't bother to keep the sarcasm from your tone. “Are you going to fuck me now, or—?” 

“Oh? Why would I do that, I wonder?” Vanitas smirk was wide, feral. It exposed one of his oddly pointy canines in a way that could have only been described as cheeky and you clenched around nothing. “I like you quite a lot where you are right now, love. Besides, I'm allowing you to come, didn't I? I don't get what you're complaining about.” 

“That really isn't much of a blessing when I'm not allowed to touch myself”, you snapped, and Vanitas looked all too smug when he leaned forward, catching your chin between two of his fingers.

His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, damp with saliva, before it pushed into your mouth. Your lips dropped open willingly, almost as if on instinct. 

He all but took his sweet time exploring your mouth, his thumb, slightly calloused, feathering over your tongue before pressing down on it, earning himself a whimper from you; roaming over the bottom rows of your teeth. 

Then, suddenly, it thrust down your throat, the intrusion so unexpected you couldn't help but gag; tears welled up in your eyes as your whole body lurched, your back arching as your shoulders curved inwards. 

Seconds later, he pulled away again, mocking amusement lacing his tone. “I simply know you'll be able to come this way, too. Have some trust in yourself, my love.” 

“No—, Vanitas”, you protested, your voice a breathy whine. You barely paid attention to the way he wiped his finger, now wet with your saliva, on your own thigh. “Please, just give me something; anything.” 

“And why would I do that? I'm quite content right now.” 

“Please—, I can't come like this. I'm so close already. I can't.” 

“You can't come like this, you say, but is it really the method that's bothering you?” Vanitas' eyes shone with mirth. “I wonder; are you simply unable to come without my help by now?” 

The guess would have bothered you a lot less had he been wrong. 

You didn't respond, you refused to, but the way you pressed your lips together tightly in embarrassment served to be even more treacherous than a confession. 

Vanitas' laugh could have as well been pinpricks that were pushed into your skin. “My, that's adorable!” he cooed, free hand roaming over your body. “If only you had told me sooner, darling. I had no idea you depended quite this much on me!” 

“Shut up.” Your voice was trembling. Despite how terrible Vanitas was being, you were still dripping wet, your arousal only having grown during the insistent teasing, and you averted your gaze to the side. “Are you going to help me if I admit it?”

“Yes.” The single word was simmering in glee, and you scoffed. 

Of course. You should have known it. Vanitas was most happy whenever he got to make fun of you, whenever he got to rile you up, and the current situation was no exception. 

As if to aid you in your decision, lithe fingers suddenly dropped down between your spread legs, ghosting over your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted them most. 

“Come on, please”, you whined, though you didn't even expect him to comply. 

Vanitas had stated his conditions quite clearly. 

Now, it was your turn. 

“Please.” Your voice sounded terribly meek even to your own ears as you leaned forwards, planning on hiding your face in his hoodie, though Vanitas was quick to, once again, grab your chin and hold you in place; blue eyes meeting yours. Your skin was tingling with humiliation. “I—, fuck, I can't come without your help. Please, Vanitas.” 

“Why, with pleasure, my love”, Vanitas crooned, his gaze piercing. “Why didn't you say so immediately?” 

Just as you were about to respond with something arguably less polite, your eyes narrowed, he tapped his fingers against your upper thigh twice. “Turn around.” 

“Why?” 

An impatient click of his tongue. “Just do it.” 

Moments later, you had successfully manoeuvred yourself to sit on his lap the other way around; your back now flush with his chest. The change in positions was always tricky, and that was mainly the fault of this dumb gaming chair he had bought — you had whined often enough for him to just get a sofa instead, though he continued to refuse stubbornly, despite the faux leather already peeling off at some spots. 

“Are you finally going to touch me now?” Your impatience was evident in your tone, in the way you squirmed. In the way you were clenching around nothing uselessly. 

Vanitas snickered, his breath warm against your throat. “Sure, sure. Just one minor adjustment.” 

Before you were able to question what he meant by that, he suddenly grabbed both of your thighs, only to lift them up and splay them outwards, hooking them over the arms of the chair and, oh—, you felt terribly revealed like this. 

“There we go”, he cooed, his touch feathering over your inner thigh. “That's better, don't you think?” 

You merely whimpered in response, cheeks hot with humiliation, though you didn't get much more time to think about how terribly embarrassing the position was. 

Suddenly, two of Vanitas' fingers were slowly pushed into you, the stretch causing you to gasp. You were so wet that they slid in easily, and your mouth dropped open into a perfect oval shape as he stretched you open with uncharacteristically gentle scissoring motions. 

“Fuck, Vanitas”, you choked out, your back arching as he crooked the digits inside of you, rubbing deliberately over that one spot that made you whine, “Fuck, please—” 

“Please? My, you're so greedy. Didn't I just give you what you were asking for?” The teasing lilt to his voice had you clenching around his fingers. “Don't be ungrateful now. I am helping you out, after all.” 

A needy noise clawed its way out of your throat as Vanitas' rhythm picked up in speed, the digits thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt steadily. Each movement was accompanied by a lewd squelching noise that had you whining with embarrassment. 

Arousal bloomed in your abdomen, sweat caused your hair to stick uncomfortably to your neck, and you were unable to stop yourself from grinding down against his hand, needy, craving more. 

Surprisingly enough, Vanitas didn't seem to mind it. 

You were only vaguely aware of your own panting; the closer you got, the more desperate your moans grew, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks. 

Then, just as you were about to come, everything stopped. Vanitas' fingers stilled inside of you, and, just as you whined in complaint, his free hand squeezed your cheeks together, effectively shutting you up. 

“I was already wondering what took you guys so long.” Vanitas' tone was playful, and it took you a second to realise he was speaking into his headset. To his friends. God. “I was getting lonely. Shut up, Dante—, I certainly didn't miss you, that's for sure.” 

Focusing on the constant bickering with his friends seemed impossible, especially with the way his fingers occasionally flexed and twitched inside of you; still, any amount of begging seemed to be in vain. 

Vanitas' eyes were trained on the screen in front of him once again, and you briefly wondered how he was able to play the damn game with one hand only.

At least he had been forced to let go of your face again. 

Still, your clit was aching, your cunt sopping wet, and it didn't take long until you reached down to touch yourself with one hand; consequences be damned. 

As quickly as your bravado had come, as quickly did it vanish into thin air again. 

The second Vanitas clicked his tongue at you, disappointed heavy in his tone, you froze mid-movement, your thumb hovering just over your clit. 

“Oh? Someone's terribly desperate.” Humour, sharp as knives, laced his voice. “You see, dear, I stopped for your sake. I was under the impression you don't want my friends to hear.”

Suddenly, his headset was moved onto your head, and your eyes widened at the unmistakable voices of Dante and Noé ringing in your ears. In utter vain, you tried to choke down a high-pitched moan as he once more spread you open on his fingers, his pace ruthless. “Apparently, I was mistaken. Be as loud as you wish, then.” 

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have ivan in a mermaid dress

i made this while stuck at a research workshop

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Mr gap😭

Fox Window

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When he decides to learn how to say love in her language

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Help ka kyutie 😭

Hear me out about potentially getting pregnant because of Mr. Crawling! I wonder how he’d act.. is it even possible for him to do so? Would he realise the state of his partner?

(Feel free to ignore omg so sorry for ANOTHER ask..)

-🦁 anon!!

one, two, three!

“You, me, little human…”

warnings. pregnancy!!!! duh!!!! reader is still ungendered tho but obv is carrying a baby

It’s not possible to get pregnant by a ghost, right? Right?

You take a seat at the side of the bathtub, and drop the test to the floor. You hold your head in your hands, fingers digging into your scalp. You let out a growl of a sigh, dragging a hand down your face. Not only do you have so many questions of how it was even biologically possible, what the hell is the kid gonna come out like? Human? Monster? Some half half amalgamation?

How the fuck are you gonna explain this to Mr. Crawling?!

There’s a knock at the bathroom door. Speak of the devil...

“Long time room. Worry you. You okay?” he says.

“I’m okay!” slips out of your mouth without thinking, and you curse under your breath. Just what the hell are you doing, and what the fuck are you going to do?

You can’t blame yourself for having the hots for Mr. Crawling - he’s completely obsessed with you! And he’s… really cute. He even sleeps in your bed, for the love of God. You two were totally gonna bone anyway! Like seriously, how are you even meant to explain the concept of a condom to him when the language he speaks has like one hundred words? Matter of fact, how are you meant to explain pregnancy?

“You not okay,” he insists from outside the door.

The panic swirls in your chest, the silence on the other side of the door is heavy. You can almost picture him out there, frowning, his hair slightly dishevelled, his head tilted as he waits for a response. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan. This situation was impossible.

If it was literally anything else, anything else but a baby, you’d just pretend it didn’t exist.

You unlock the bathroom door and open it wide for him to crawl inside. You slump on the floor, back against the tub and pick the test back up again.

“You sad,” Mr. Crawling mumbles, slotting himself beside you. He reaches a long arm around your shoulder, pulling you tight to his chest. It’s comforting, you think, even if his heart doesn’t beat. His cool touch is grounding.

You sigh and clutch his kimono. “Problem,” you utter, closing your eyes. “Big problem.”

“Problem? You hurt?” he asks, his voice softer now, searching.

You shake your head, fiddling with the test in your lap. “Not hurt. Just… confused. Scared.”

His fingers brush against your face, tilting it gently toward him. Despite his eyeless visage, you can feel the weight of his focus on you, as if he’s trying to see through your words to the heart of the matter. “Me help. You talk.”

Clutching the test, you find the courage to attempt to explain, “So, uhm… remember when we were close? Like… really, really close?” You tug at his kimono. “Uhm... close with no clothes?”

“Close… no clothes,” he replies, slowly. His lips curl into a small smile. “Me like close.”

Despite the situation, you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. Of course, he likes it. “Well, uhm… Uhm…” God, this was really hard. “You, me- one, two. You, me- make three.” You hold up the test. “Make little human.”

There’s a prolonged silence in the air. You gulp. He’s uncharacteristically still.

“Three?”

“Three… You, me, little human. Little us.”

He tilts his head, his fingers brushing your hand as if to better understand the strange object you’re pretended him with. “Tiny us?”

You nod, clutching the test tighter. “Yeah. Like… part me, part you. Together. In here.” You gesture toward your stomach, cheeks burning.

His focus shifts to your abdomen, and he hovers his hand over your stomach. “In you,” he murmurs, the words heavy with wonder. “Little human.”

“I’m scared,” fumbles out of your mouth before you can think. “Really scared, Crawling.”

Mr. Crawling freezes, his long fingers hovering above your stomach as if he’s afraid to touch. Then his hand settles gently, his cool palm pressing against you, gentle, careful. His other arm wraps around you tighter.

“No scared,” he says firmly, his voice more resolute than you’ve ever heard it. “Me here. Always. Me help you. Help little human.”

Okay,” you whisper, clutching at his kimono. The tears don’t go further than the tip of your eyelashes. Mr. Crawling is quick to wipe them away. “Okay. We’ll figure this out. Together.”

“Together,” he repeats. He looks at your stomach, a flicker of curiosity and pride in his expression. “Tiny us… strong. Like you.”

You let out a laugh, the tension in your chest finally easing. “Yeah,” you murmur, closing your eyes. “Maybe like you, too. But let’s hope it doesn’t have your hair. It’s gonna be hell to brush.”

He doesn’t quite understand the joke, but the faint smile on his lips stays, and for the first time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, it’ll all be okay.

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Mr crawling.. And Muichiro..

i am thoroughly obsessed with long haired characters rn holy crap

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Happy birthday to the cutest archon! We luvvvvv you Nahida <33

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Kaveh and Alhaitham sitting together <3333

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Mr reca from hsr is so gosh darned cool

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why sleep when you can scroll endlessly on Twitter and Tumbler and post the most randomist stuffs right?