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hey guys, gals and nonbinary pals!

i recently opened an etsy shop (mxssinginaction) for anime/manga related wallpapers for 1.50€ each :)

feel free to check it out! currently we have:

dabi (bnha)

nanami kento (jjk)

osamu dazai (bsd)

edogawa ranpo (bsd)

sebastian michaelis (bb)

miya osamu (hq)

tendou satori (hq)

keiji akaashi (hq)

william james moriarty (ynm)

john watson (ynm)

sylvia sherwood (sxf)

and there are more to come soon! have a nice morning, day or evening♡

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(i’ll put the fandoms that i make wallpapers for in the tags too)

((reblogs are appreciated))

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Nanami sketch!

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Percival de Blorbo

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Sacrifice: Part One

You know if this year’s harvest is damaged by the predicted frost, it will be very bad for your town. You agree that appealing to the ancient forest god worshiped in this area hundreds of years ago is worth trying. However, the Councilor’s translation of the ancient rituals is crap and when you argue with him, backed by your own translations, you’re still pushed aside.

Imagine your surprise when the name of the young, well-off, unmarried woman to be chosen for sacrifice is your own.

Now you need to figure out a way to save, not only your town, but also yourself.

Great.

Fantasy, sacrifice to a harvest/forest god, friends to lovers, malemonsterxfemalereader, M/F, Part 1 of 8

Part One [Part Two] [Part Three]

This is a mistake.

Your last words to the town council echo in your mind as you pace in your room.

Keep reading

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A few years ago, I went to an anatomy conference and they had a huge 3D printed vampire skull, and these thoughts have been on my mind ever since I saw the teeth up-close. 

The under-utilized potential for this bothers me a lot… like in movies… it’s just bite and done!

What happened to ritual shaving or elaborate skin engraving?

I know a lot of artists/writers follow me…. can you guys do Vampires a solid?

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Sushi Studios on Instagram / Etsy

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when he lays his head on your lap he sits up every few minutes to give your lips a gentle kiss. you giggle every time and he murmurs, “so you don’t hurt your back,” against with his lips inches away from yours.

— OKKOTSU, SUNA, fushiguro, EREN, sanemi, GIYUU, IWAIZUMI, geto, SAKUSA, kageyama, tsukishima, AKAASHI, tanjiro, ZENITSU, ARMIN, jean

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More 🥧 dilf Sebastian please 😭😭

SAY LESS.

In my humble opinion Sebastian would take great pride in the way your little one is being raised. I can see him in parent teacher conference all straight spined and raised eyebrow. (In a way it reminds me of the way Morticia Adams bragged about Wednesdays morbid drawing.) He would wave away the modern levels of propriety for dark uniqueness.

This is how I kind of see that going.

CW: idk bro uhm- Sebastian gets stern with a teacher or two. He’s a demon. A suggestive line at the end. 

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You’d specified to your boss you needed the night off for parent teacher conference. It was set in the calendar and was a high priority to not be disturbed. 

Unfortunately, after a poor choice in sushi you’d had to take two days off work, throwing your budget out the window. Of course you’d had savings, but it would dip into your vacation fund and that- 

No. 

So with a begrudged attitude you asked Sebastian if he’d stand in for you. He’d agreed with little to no resistance. What else was the demon to do with his night without you two around? He’d half expected to accompany you anyhow, so this wasn’t much of a differ.

You handed him a list of which teachers you wanted him to specifically talk to as well as what to ask them about. More or less the gist was how was your kid doing and what could be done at home to further their depth of knowledge. 

You were so thorough, but in the best way. Your kid had expressed an aptitude for art. You’d noticed a while back doodles decorating the outs of their homework of moths and insects of the sorts. They’d become quite detailed, some with shadows beneath the legs and proper fur along some of the larger species. After a pattern had been set you’d begun tailoring all of your at home textbooks to fit the aesthetic. Math games about ants tunneling habits and books like bug soup. Sebastian knew you were likely checking to see if your efforts were paying off or not. 

So here he sat. Your child next to him pinch lipped as the teacher gave Sebastian the low down on your child’s marks and behaviors. 

“So they haven’t been getting the best test scores,” the teacher said, sliding over the most recent test Sebastian remembered helping your child study for. 

He points to the answer your kid wrote and the identical number the teacher had written beside it in red pen. “This is the same answer.” 

“Yes, but here we do multiplication in the grid form, c/n didn’t.” 

“though they still got the answer right,” Sebastian clarified. 

The teacher pushed up his grubby glasses with an annoyed huff. “but he didn’t do the process right.” 

“Correct me if I am wrong, but math is a finite concept with only one right answer, but multiple ways of getting to said conclusion.” the teacher tries to interrupt, but Sebastian holds up a hand. “If they do not work best with the formula provided finding a process that which gets them to the same answer is not only innovative, but regarded in every other situation of a humans life.”

Your child tugs on Sebastian's coat tail, taking his attention away from the teacher. “Sebastian,” they whisper, “you’re making shade again.” 

Of course, the child was right. Sebastian looked around the room to all the light being sucked from the atmosphere leaving behind nothing but void. Sebastian hadn’t remembered the last time he’d gotten so worked up over a human, but someone discounting c/n intellect over a- 

He straightened his spine, composing himself. “I will expect that score to change and I’d like an itemized list of their past failings, come along c/n.” 

Your child steps in tow, the hallways parting like the red sea for you two. The last teacher to meet for the night was art. You two entered the room just as a pair were finishing up with the teacher. 

“C/n!” Says a curly haired child next to his mother. “whoa, is this your dad?” 

“No,” your child said, “this is my Sebastian.” 

They’re Sebastian. The demon supposed he was, in a way theirs, and yours. He let it fall without correction, making idle chat with c/n’s friend's mother as the teacher pulled your child’s records and assignments. 

“Mr. Sebastian, c/n, you can come sit down now.” 

This teacher in an apron filled with smeared paint, despite not painting showcased c/n’s work in comparison to others. without being told Sebastian could pick out easily which belonged to c/n. They’d taken to a darker pallet in all their pieces, signing with big curly-like initials. Despite the muted tones theirs somehow seemed more joyous. too many colors mottled others to murk and mess, but the dark blended like smoke and tea. 

Though the teacher didn’t seem to think so-

“We’d had an assignment,” he drolled. “Draw your family as animals. It could be any animal they’d liked, but it was to be portrait styled.” 

The assignment reminded Sebastian of those tacky stickers families, people with unusual amounts of children and pets stuck to the back of minivans, but kept his cringe to himself. 

“As you can assume most kids chose bears, bunnies or ducks, but c/n chose-”

Sebastian's breath caught in his throat. 

A Crow and two nine-spotted moth’s. 

“When prompted as to why they chose what they did, they said your true form was a crow.”

Sebastian managed a laugh, though his head was spinning. “likely due to my hair and dress, yes.”

The teacher gave a tight lipped nod hoping that Sebastian would show some sort of concern for the lack of vibrancy within the painting, but when shown some of the other lighter drawings he would rebuttal that your child was the only one to draw with proper anatomy and without anamorphic human hands or eyebrows. Besides the moth in which your child had chosen to emulate was indeed of a duller variety and nothing of the crow so what was the child to do, lie?

With one last jab, the teacher held up the crow and moth drawing at last. “Well crows do eat moths so-” 

Sebastian didn’t like the undertones of that statement a single bit. “Yes,” he agreed, “they do, but not all moths are gobbled up in the wake of a crow, like not all humans die of natural causes, what I see is a child taking an interest in the way of things, just because you cannot see past your rainbow glasses does not negate their creativity. I’d suggest you take some time to study that, perhaps a little Hieronymus Bosch.”

Sebastian and the child left another stunned teacher in the wake of vibrantly dulled atmosphere ready to head home but as he did, Sebastian couldn’t help his questions.

“Why did you chose me as a crow c/n?”  he asks, mazing them out of the school.

“Because that’s what you are,” the child says, holding onto Sebastian's extended index finger.  

“How do you know that?” Sebastian asks, turning his full attention to them.

suddenly feeling self conscious your child pinches their thumbs together. “I don’t know-”

“Speak with your chest c/n,” Sebastian says. “take a big breath and tell me.” 

They do as instructed before looking up at Sebastian. “because I see you outside at night. When you say you’re going home, you sit out and watch the house.” 

Sebastian had always told you he’d had a place to be during dark hours as to not impose your space. Aside from the occasional sleepover, the child was right. He’d kept to protecting your home from afar.

Perceptive little-

“c/n, that couldn’t possibly be me I-”

“Yes it is, I know it is.” they said, sliding into the back seat of your car. “mom told me all about how you can turn into a crow and make things dark. She told me not to mention it though-” 

Damn you and your no lying rule. It was quite finnicky to be tip toeing around the truth, he’d have to have a long conversation with you about how much the child knows and what information should be revealed when. But for now, he needed to go buy a frame for this drawing. Art such as this deserved to be showcased. Even if it were only for his benefit. 

“Hey,” you greet as they file through the door of your home. “How was it?” 

Your child opens their arms wrapping around your midsection. “Sebastian yelled at my teachers. It was awesome.”

Sebastian freezes in the doorway. “I did no such thing. I just-” he pauses to taste his excuse before offering it to you. “I just suggested they be a tad more open minded.” 

Your brow quirks, as you send your kid off to their room to pick tonight's reading. Once alone Sebastian takes the time to wrap himself around you. 

“Open minded,” you echo.

“One of them suggested I’m going to eat you.” 

“Aren’t you?” You laugh, brushing your nose against his. 

He’d be lying if the sureness in which you’d asked did sort of sting, but he kept that to himself. “Only in ways you’ll enjoy,” he whispers. 

A/N: Okay, I know this piece made it seem like I hate teachers.. I don’t I promise lol. If you happen to like this content there is more (including part one of DILF Sebastian) on my Master List

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