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[chryssikyu]

Idk why but I dont like the Lads with long hair 🤣

Which is weird cause I love shaggy hair!!

no thoughts, only sea god rafayel

[chryssikyu]

"Do you have time to talk about our lord and savior, robo jesus?"

Wasn’t sure what to make him say

[chryssikyu]

The urge to respond to this as an MC account 🤔

Princely MC

Description: What happens when a normal girl meets a beautiful female ikeman?

Pairing: MC × Reader

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It's a beautiful day! Calm sun rays, gentle breeze, not too hot, not too cold. Perfect weather for a perfect day right?

Yeah- no.

You don't have time to revel in the nice weather as you run through the park. You had woken up late, had no time to shower or apply any makeup, and you were getting texts from your boss asking when you were coming in.

So yeah, not a great start to the morning, but hey! What else could go wrong?

I'll tell you what else; a couple of kids playing soccer.

Or more specifically, a couple of kids playing soccer, and one kicking the ball a little too hard. Causing it to come flying at you. As you watch it falling towards you, you freeze waiting for the impact and pain.

Maybe you could use it as an excuse to get out of work?

Right before it can hit you though, a figure obscures your vision, a long leg flies up and kicks the ball away.

Once your life is no longer in mortal danger, the figure turns around, exposing a young woman with long brown hair, and pretty brown eyes.

You froze as she peered down at you, she was only a little taller, but its enough if a height difference that you have to tilt your head up to look into her honey brown eyes. She looked so cool! She wore a long black sleeve jacket over a red tube piece and black pants that accentuate her long and elegant legs.

For a moment you don't hear anything, somehow infatuated with this incredible woman and examining her entire face, until you get to her lips. They were moving, had she been talking the entire time!?

Quickly honing back in you asked.

"Uh, huh?"

She chuckled for a second, a cute noise as she brought her hand up to mouth.

"I asked you if you were okay." GODS!! Her voice was so pretty! It was gentle yet firm, and it was a little deeper than most girls, but still feminine!

You couldn't help but blush, here you were just going about your crappy morning, when suddenly heaven sends you a prince in a beautiful girl's body! The God's must have felt bad for you...

Quickly shaking your head and almost getting whiplash you look up at her.

"N-no. I-I mean yes! I'm okay!" Why were you stuttering!? It's just a normal woman! Yeah she kicked a ball away before it could hit you! And yeah she was pretty hot by normal standards. But this is no time to be so weak!

"That's good," She spoke gently, lifting a hand up to your hair and gently plucking a leaf out of it. "I would hate to see a cute girl like you get hurt."

. . .

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! SHE IS SO COOL! Is she flirting with you!? You can't tell! But that was like straight out of a fairytale! Compose yourself! At the very least thank her!

But before you can even get the words out she looks back behind her and turning back to you.

"I have to get going now, stay safe!" She turns around and starts jogging back to a group of men.

And she's gone.

Gone for good...

You blew it...

Good job.

Speaking of blowing it, weren't you late for work?

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You were, in fact, very late.

You got chewed out by your manager, in front of your other coworkers and some customers. It was embarrassing to say the least. It didn't help that you were on shuffling duty, you worked at a decent store that sold plenty of stylish clothing, shoes and accessories, and alot of customers don't know how to put things back where they found them. So there you were, busy busting your ass, picking up hefty boxes of shoes and carrying them to their proper places.

It wasn't easy, you weren't weak by any means, but you're one person! Carrying a pile of boxes that obscure your vision! Not to mention there was an influx of customers, meaning your coworkers who were helping them, kept piling more boxes on top of you!

It got to the point your entire field of view was impeded by the boxes you had to carry, yeah you knew your way around the store, but you were about to either drop everything or bump into someone!

AND YOU WERE STILL HUNG UP ABOUT THAT GIRL!

You deeply regretted not getting her name, let alone her number! She really was very gorgeous. Dark brown hair that shone almost bronze in the sunlight, long and straight that framed her face so elegantly. Long, dark eyelashes that surrounded her beautiful brown eyes, and her iris' were like caramel mixed with chocolate. It looked like she wore a little bit of eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss but that was it. No heavy make up that changed the shaped of her face, meaning she was so beautiful all on her own.

You couldn't help but let out a small sigh in remembrance of her gaze, firm yet so gentle. You couldn't stop wondering about her, how sweet her voice was, how quick she was, and her strong legs.

You were so lost in thought you didn't see the box on the floor in front of you, not like you could see it through the boxes you were still carrying. Your foot gets caught on the box, causing you to trip and fall forward. You let out a yelp as you feel your body closing in on the ground, when suddenly you get the weirdest sense of deja vu.

A hand suddenly shoots out and wraps around your middle, keeping you from falling, whilst another arm quickly grabs the boxes you were carrying all on one hand. You hadn't even realized you closed your eyes until you hesitantly open them, peering up at your savior.

"We really ought to stop meeting like this." A familiar voice chuckled.

Soon you were face to face with the hottie from this morning. The only difference was that her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and piercings lacing her ears.

HOW IS SHE EVEN COOLER!???

If this were an anime you'd be doing the weird whine from behind your fist as hearts form in your eyes.

In fact, I think that is what you were doing.

You were definitely ogling this poor woman, although if she noticed, she didn't care. She just helped you stand up, keeping her hand on your lower back as she kept you steady.

"You alright hun?"

You barely muster out a breathy mhm, continuing to stare at her, examining her figure you noticed she was wearing a button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, slacks and suspenders, and watch on her wrist.

She looked like an ikeman from your animes!! She looked at the boxes in her hand and back to you, her brow furrowed a little.

"This is alot for one person to carry, why don't I help you?"

"R-really? You would do that?" Your eyes were definitely sparkling at her, you were almost melting from how awesome she is.

She just chuckles and nods.

"Of course, anything for a cute girl like yourself." She said with a wink.

God's if you weren't swooning so much you'd start squealing like a fangirl meeting their favorite celebrity. Actually, this girl was quickly becoming your favorite celebrity!

You accept her offer of help, taking half of the boxes and leaving her the rest. You actually took less than her but only because she wouldn't let you carry anymore.

"I'm perfectly fine carrying this much."

And it was certainly true! I mean she already carried all of the boxes in one hand before handing some off to you. You lead her to a section just before the back, placing the boxes in your hands down and going to take the ones from hers.

"H-here, let me!" You shakingly reach for them, your hand brushing against hers as you take them. You blush as you feel her long fingers slip out from yours and carry the boxes to a counter.

"Thank you so much!" You began sorting the boxes. At least moving them off of eachother.

"It's alright! You don't need to thank me."

"But I want to!" You quickly turned around, your hand hitting the corner of the table realy hard and with a loud thwack!

"Ow!" You quickly hold your hand to your chest.

"Are you alright?" She asked worried. You smile and nod, looking down at your hand which was already bruising.

You frowned at the ugly blemish, groaning that today was just not your day.

Without noticing, the girl quickly came up to you and gently took your hand in hers.

You were about to inquire what she was doing when suddenly, she bent a little and lifted your hand up to her lips and gave the bruise a small tender kiss.

You felt your face explode in blush when you felt her lips against the back of your hand.

She looked back up at you with a smile and a playful gleam in her eyes.

"There, feel better?" Her voice was low and much more quiet, it almost felt erotic despite the fact she was kissing your booboo like a mother would a child.

You barely manage to stammer out an answer when she chuckles and stands up straight, lifting her own hand she playfully ruffles your hair a little.

"Hey, I gotta get back to my group, take care!" She turns around and begins walking away from you.

Quickly snapping out of your haze you you stumble after her.

"W-wait! Can I at least get your name??"

She stops, turning around and smiling at you with creased eyes.

"Of course! Call me MC!" And with that, she leaves. Again.

MC...? Even her name is cool... although it's not very helpful. But, at least you got to put a name to a face.

To a very cool, pretty face.

Now if only you had asked for her number...

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《Hope you liked it! I'm not the best at writing, and there are surely typos and errors! But hey at least I did it! Can't say the same for the rest of my life 😅😥😢😭》

[chryssikyu]

I love when characters become kiss drunk 🥴

lookin' dolly i think i may go out tonight

raf x reader, established relationship! domestic fluff, kissing his face to test kiss-proof lippies, raf is drunk on ur lips!

hiii this is my first fic here omg! i just needed this out of my brain omg i've been thinking about loopy raf... hazy and just thinking about getting kissed...

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“Raf, turn— here, let me—“

You pull his face closer and turn it slightly to the side where there’s a spot on his cheek that’s still clean of any marks.

Smooch.

You kiss him firmly there, leaving another set of lip shaped stain on his otherwise pristine fair skin.

“Hm, still leaves a mark…”

You let his face go, and you don’t note how quiet Rafayel had gotten. You rub your lips gently, using a soft cleansing wipe, and then grab another lip product from the box that Aunt Talia sent. It takes a little bit of maneuvering, from your seat on his lap, his arms wrapped in some way or another on your waist.

Aunt Talia has got a lot of PR packages from makeup brands, but there’s certain shades she doesn’t really wear. So she sends them to you, for you to pick whichever ones you liked. 

This particular product glides smoothly onto your lips. There’s a little bit of cherry fragrance although not strong, and the colour’s a bit too dark, but you can imagine a bolder makeup look that would compliment this colour.

Perhaps you can wear it to one of Rafayel’s banquet whenever. 

You grab Rafayel’s face again, and you finally notice his silence. His eyes are hazy and there’s a lazy smile on his face. He giggles as your fingers grip tighter on his cheeks, puckering his lips. Feeling mischievous, you eye him, “What are you smiling about?”

You don’t wait for his answer because it’s obvious why. So you only lean closer, and kiss him firm and square on the corner of his top lip, where there’s still a bit of pale skin instead of shades of pink or red. 

He giggles again, and it’s loopy, “Hehe. Wife, somft.”

You pull back and look at him dreamily, he’s a mess of lipstick stains, a stray lip shaped stain on his neck, and even on the mole on his chest, the top buttons of his shirt undone.

“Yeah?” You chirp with a lilt in your voice. It’s playful and not at all serious. Your fingers rub gently on his skin, and if Rafayel was a little more sober, he’d say he’s not purring.

But like this, he’s pliant and relaxed, his body basically melted like butter into the couch. He didn’t even consume any alcohol. Drunk and hazy solely from your kisses.

His hands squeeze your waist, once, and then twice, and you hum in contentment.

“This one also leaves a stain. When will we find one that’s kiss-proof?” You ask and you pretend you’re exasperated. Like it’s such a shame that there’s no kiss-proof lippie from the box from Aunt Talia.

“Ihopenoneofthemarekiss-proof.”

“What was that?” You ask with mirth. Now you’re both a mess of giggles.

He doesn’t answer and instead he grabs the lippie from your hand, and swipes it again onto your lip. He’s a little concentrated now, eyebrows furrowing and it’s so adorable, you have to hold yourself back from attacking him with your lips while he’s applying the lipstick.

Finally, he puts the lipstick away, and then he pulls your face closer to him, initiating the kiss first this time. But this kiss lasts longer than a few seconds, it’s not intended for a kiss-proof test, but instead it’s a passionate push and pull of your lips, to pour his fondness into you in one of the ways he knew how.

You let yourself fall into it, closing your eyes and humming into his mouth. You tilt your head a little and pull yourself closer to him, straddling him, his hips between the plush of your thighs. His hands roam under your shirt, mapping your skin. His touches are warm, just like his breaths against your lips each time he dives in for another kiss.

Pulling away, breathless, you gaze into his eyes again. Still loopy and hazy. Perhaps you are too now.

“You look drunk.” You offhandedly mention it, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck. He chuckles, but it’s breathy and his fingers squeeze the skin of your waist. 

“I’m drunk on your kisses, my sweet darling. The strongest liquor can’t compare to these addicting lips.” His hand comes up to cup your face then, thumb grazing on your lip, and then the pad of his finger swipes the product off your lips, smudging it to the side of your lip.

“We still haven’t found a kiss-proof lipstick. If we don’t find one, then I think you’ll have my kiss marks more times than not when we’re out for your public appearances…”

“Promise?” He smirks and it’s one of the times you will not admit it gets your heart palpitating. Even if Rafayel flirts like this more often these days, you don’t seem to be able to get used to it. Rafayel probably doesn’t want you to either.

Thus, the only logical response is to playfully punch his chest.

“Ow! Cutie!” He pretends it hurts and pays you back by tickling your sides.

Falling back against his soft couch, he falls forward with you, his fingers still attacking your ticklish spots. Perhaps the kiss-proof lipstick test will have to wait some other day.

[chryssikyu]

This reminds me of that story where a city dumped a butt load of mulch on a skate park, and as a protest, some one left a sign or a post that said "Free mulch" and within, like, an hour, it was all gone

I'm dying. I did so much garden work and am nowhere near done.

And ofc I don't have enough mulch.

Rule one of gardening: NEVER enough mulch!

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Data, you're going the wrong way!

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I can 9nly imagine it's one of these....

was trying to see where sylus' chain goes to but it just disappears straight down 😔

[chryssikyu]

Do you guys think Tessa and Cun actually had the same hairstyle, or was it Cyn fucking with their memories? Maybe Tessa had a different hairstyle, but Cyn altered N and Vs memory to make them look alike.

Yeah, Cynessa had the same hair, but whos to say Cyn didn't just change it?

Yeah ofc, she's the sweetest 💕

[chryssikyu]

I love this, but i know damn well he isn't the type who would wear an unbuttoned shirt like that XD

Crédits artist @janechu10

[chryssikyu]

AU where baby dragon sylus gets picked up by immortal witch MC and is raised by her.

Can't stop thinking about how Sylus is implied to have been abandoned by his kin as a child. He was rejected and let down and hurt by every. single. person in his life bar one simply because he wasn't dragon enough for one group, and not human enough for the other. He was an outsider and an outcast from his earliest days. Only one person ever made him feel seen and cherished. And yet he was willing to let go of this sole person when that seemed to be what she wanted him to.

Let that sink in.

From childhood Sylus was discarded and unloved, and had more than likely not had a single truly happy day in his life until meeting MC. She was the first person he ever had that cared about him. The only one to love, accept, and want him unconditionally. MC represents everything good in his life. She is the person who taught him his worth and that he is not the monster he believed himself to be. The one who made him feel human for the first time in his life, who showed him what it is to love and be loved, who introduced him to the beauty of music and of life. The one who willingly shared half a soul with him to save his life, and who helped shape the person he is today.

MC is everything to Sylus. He spent the (most likely numerous) decades after coming back to life searching the cosmos for her. He built Onychinus and his empire with the intent of ruling it with her by his side. He dedicates himself to taking down the evil corporaation that harmed her as a child. So much of what he's done and still does is for her sake, and in hopes of building a happy life and future together. In a lot of ways, he lives for her. She is the living embodiment of his happiness.

And yet... he was and is willing to let her go if that is what she wants or what is best for her.

Because his love for her is pure. At his core, Sylus' heart is pure, in spite of everything that he has endured.

My heart bleeds when I think of all that he's been put through. But it is so healing to see him be loved, treasured, and happy now, his recent birthday event being a prime example of that. He is living the life he always deserved but was out of his reach for most of his life.

There is a place for Sylus in this warm, peaceful world 🩷

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[chryssikyu]

Solution:

Smoke weed

Caleb, who hates that you smoke— but can’t tear his eyes away when you’re stretched across his chest, your gaze fixed on the cracked screen of your phone, fingers curled around a cigarette, lips parting as smoke drifts lazily from your mouth. You’re killing yourself slowly, and he knows it. But God, you make destruction look divine.

Caleb, who leans in anyway. Who kisses you like he needs to taste the ruin on your tongue, stealing the smoke from your mouth before it leaves you. Who slips the cigarette from your fingers without a word, tossing it out the open window like it means nothing, because right now, all he wants to hold is you.

Caleb, who is so full of contradictions— scolding you about nicotine, about self-sabotage— when he’s knee-deep in the worst addiction of all: you.

[chryssikyu]

Allow me to vent here please.

I'm playing Palworld

I just got Beam Sword...

It's essentially a light saber

Really expensive and late game materials are needed.

Looks super cool, but FUCKING USELESS!!

Does 2000 damage, BUT! ITS A FUCKING CHARGE!!

What that means is that once you press the attack button, your character automatically charges with one quick strike, that you can not change the direction mid charge.

MEANING, IF YOUR TARGET MOVES, YOU HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE ANIMATION IS DONE TO TURN TO ATTACK!!!

POCKET PAIR!

STOP!👏🏻 MAKING! 👏🏻COOL! 👏🏻SWORDS!👏🏻 USELESS!!👏🏻

PLEEEEEEAAAAASE!!!!

[chryssikyu]

@itsapmseymour this might be a good one for the tumblr reading

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

[chryssikyu]

.....

I hate what the internet has done to my brain....

I had something to say here...

...and I totally forgot what it was. Uhm.

Honestly I feel like it was something important and serious? But I can't get a grip on what it WAS. Here, have an experimental Lovander plush?

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Ok but to be fair, in the 80s, that was the only type of gay guy

[chryssikyu]

You know those bad dragon dildos?

You think there's a human equivalent in the monster universe?

Like one of those pocket things but tinier and humanoid?

There’s monsters with a human kink, and then there’s the fully-dedicated human weebs. I’m talking about monsters with a human obsession. Certified, unapologetic human simps. So what if they might be fictional? No other monster could ever compare!

They have folders upon folders of human fanart, they’ve read all the fanfiction, their bachelor home is crowded with human-themed merch.

Bonus: human media will occasionally glitch its way into the monster realm, and they assume it must be remnants from a long-lost show or made-up story.

“This is my mate’s shrine,” one monster writes on a human fan forum. Attached to his message is a photo of…you? It’s neatly framed in lacy border, placed on a table surrounded by flowers and an empty plate. It’s a pretend date.

“Some might call me pathetic, but I don’t care. I’m yet to find the source for this character; all I have is this image. Alas, it’s enough for me.”

Within minutes, another beastly creature responds:

“Hey! That’s my mate, I found them first,” they declare, including a picture of a similar shrine, this time with a different photo of you that has somehow made it to their world.

If only you were real! They’d do anything to have you...