#↪ Drew

[hcze]

@ofteaandmagic​​ ❤’d 

   ❛ I see a pretty lady who I will lure to the darkness with meeee! ❜ he took his cape, held it up with his arm to cover half his face as he approached Mellie. ❛ Surrender to me Mellie! Come to the dark side, I have candies... ❜

[akutasoda]

Could I request a s/o who is intelligent like dazai and fyodor

brains and beauty

synopsis - how are they with an s/o that rivals their intelligence

includes - dazai, fyodor

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, maybe ooc for fyodor, wc - 415

osamu dazai ★↷

↪he'd never thought he'd end up with someone as surprising as you were. he admired how witty and intelligent you were and you became another rare challenge to his own intelligence that he happily took on - of course, some other exceptions were ranpo and a certain rat.

↪dazai highly regarded intelligence and wit. sure it wasn't the most defining characteristic someone could have and it didn't matter to him if someone wasn't, but this just made it all the more admirable to him when he met someone who had a similar or better intelligence than him.

↪having a similar if not the same intelligence as him made being afound you to be refreshing to him. for the first time in ages he finally felt like he found somebody who could understand him as him - it was like he found somebody who could see him for what he actually was.

↪he enjoyed testing you, if you appear to have a similar level of intelligence to him he needs to make sure that you keep that intelligence. eventually any conversation with him became rather mentally stimulating, he just admired you a bit too much.

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪intelligence is a quality that is highly revered in his eyes. it's an important value for him and he believes some people ought to start seeing it the same way. of course he doubt's most people could even near his level of intelligence but they could try.

↪but then there was you. you were someone who actually challenged him and called him up on his thoughts and plans. he thought he would hate it when someone argued against him but for some reason he gladly took your challenging remarks as a change.

↪he found himself more willing to take on your thoughts as he liked knowing that you actually understood what he was getting at. he would seek you out when he felt like those that surrounded him just didn't privide him with that same challenge.

↪you're intelligence was a factor that drew him in but he would stay for everything about you, not just your brain. he would find it hard to adjust to your presence at first but eventually uou realised just how comfy he had gotten with you - especially when he began seeking you out for your opinion on a matter.

[oharabunny]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Say That You Love Me

Warning: soft yandere and caretaker!Miguel; some controlling behavior; shy, fem!afab!, lonely and socially awkward, inexperienced reader; relationship is not established yet; dark content if you squint; also implied chubby reader; fluff (ish); smut; not beta read

⋆✮↪ based on my nonlinear yandere Miguel series ₊˚⊹♡

You always gave people the benefit of the doubt, or rather, no matter how wrong people treated you, you gave them a pass, as long as they were dubious and vague enough with you so that you never questioned their sincerity. You were lonely to say the least and grew up alone, so you accepted whatever came your way, and worked hard to keep your ‘friends’ around since you were socially awkward. 

Of course, over time you learned to filter out the good and the bad, but the elephant in the room never went away.

Living with Miguel had its perks. You could do whatever you want, as long as you never try to escape. You once had a reason to leave, but you had no place and no family to go back to. Your universe was also gone for good (or so Miguel says). 

For the most part, you generally listen to him and do as he says. It’s for your own good he’d always say.  

You were beginning to wonder if he had romantic feelings for you. Aside from his weird obsession of taking care of you, he didn’t make any moves on you, up until recently. Perhaps you always had an innate attraction towards him, like, he was built like a Greek god, for multiverse’s sake. His face card was serving. He could get any girl he wanted, so you had always assumed he had no sexual attraction towards you. Just that, he had this self-proclaimed obligation to be your caretaker.

One day he suggested to sleep together since sleeping on the couch was becoming too uncomfortable for him. It was a one bedroom apartment, so it wasn’t like there was a spare bedroom for him to sleep separately in. (Something you appreciated despite trying to argue with him to take his room back, but he vehemently refused for your sake.) 

You didn’t think much of it, at first, since you had experience with sleeping with the opposite gender nonsexually. You were right to think nothing much of it for the first few minutes since he was turned away from you. That is…until he fell asleep. (You tend to take a lot longer to fall asleep than him, so you were able to observe his unconscious form.)

And his first instinct was to cage you in his thick, beefy arms. 

Miguel drew you into his chest as if he was snuggling a childhood ragdoll. He rubbed your smaller fingers in between his own, inhaled the scent of your shampoo in your hair, all the while his long and much larger legs than yours locked you into his body. He was completely smothering you. 

Your own body was heating up like a kettle on a stove. He was only in his boxers, and you can feel his cock outline through his boxers on your butt. Was he getting hard too? 

You didn’t dare move because you wanted to stay like this for as long as he could. If he didn’t have any attraction towards you, this was as close as you were going to get.

Now every night going forth, he cuddled you in his sleep. He got bolder eventually and simply cuddled with you as soon as he got to bed. 

You were surprised one night when he asked to kiss you. Up until this point, he had only cuddled with you, but never dared to be even more intimate. He’d usually at most rub and squeeze your tummy while he was asleep which made you self conscious. You never bat his hand away though.

So when he asked you for a kiss, your brain was like a train that braked too quickly and flew off the rails. You hadn’t realized you didn’t react nor answer him until he said, “Nevermind.”

You immediately reached for him to say, “N-No wait! I do, I…do want you to kiss me.” As you finished your sentence, your eye contact left him, in embarrassment. You basically admitted that you were attracted to him by reciprocating, and you didn’t know how to deal with that. Would he laugh at you? Would he play those kinds of games with you?

He could see you overthinking and feeling conflicted. He took your chin and tilted your gaze back up to him. “Then, look at me.”

And you do.

Everything came to a stop when his lips met yours. All your thoughts and worries melted away. His lips were just so perfect. You couldn’t remember the last time you were kissed, especially in this way. He pressed your body into his as he cupped your neck so you couldn’t escape out of his hold. He gently prodded your lips to enter with his tongue, and you had instinctively let him in. His tongue battled with yours and you willfully lost against him. He explored your mouth as if he was burning every inch and corner of your mouth into his mind. A level of desperation that you could feel from his touch growing more and more intensely. 

He rolled over on top of you and broke the kiss. You would’ve whined but he quickly satiated by peppering kisses all over your face before finally landing a final one on your nose. From there, he just admired your face while he stroked your hair. You couldn’t maintain eye contact from his face being so up close to yours, and tried to hide your face as your self consciousness crept back in. You hated how your face looked when you laid down. 

“Hey hey hey, don’t look away.” Miguel lightly tapped your face. You could barely look back at him as he shifted his weight because you could feel his hard cock on rubbing on your thighs. His handsome face in such close proximity to yours made your mind do flips. “And don’t forget to breathe.” 

How could you breathe when the hottest person you’ve ever seen in your life is all over you?

You were taking shallow breaths which isn’t what Miguel wanted so he squeezed your tummy and tickled your sides. “Waitwaitwaitstop!!” You couldn’t help but laugh and push him off.

Your laugh was like a song to his ear. Miguel kept tickling you as he buried his face into your neck and nipped on your skin. He kissed and drew up your jawline as he stopped his tickling so he could capture your lips once more. 

“Breathe.” He said in between kisses. He squeezes your sides when you still didn’t listen. 

Your breath staggered from the laughter and steaminess of the kisses. He smirked at your inexperience and sensitivity. You were just so cute to him when you were overwhelmed and overstimulated.

Miguel licked your lips and planted a final kiss before tightly holding you like a ragdoll again. He laid on his back this time and you were on top of him. The weight of his arms kept you in your place, especially when his hand was placed on top of your head while you lay on his chest. You could hear the sound of his heartbeat.

Now, every night whenever he came home, he kissed you fervently as he cuddled with you to sleep.

“YOU WANT ME TO WHAT-?!”

You had been extremely lonely the past couple weeks since Miguel had gone to another dimension to catch a difficult anomaly. As established, you were not allowed to go outside. You did think to ask him if you could invite some of your Spider friends you befriended during the short period you stayed at HQ, but he refused, and seemed angry at the notion of you hanging out with them. 

Instead you begged and begged him to at least let you access Discord or some kind of social media to talk to someone, other than Lyla (no offense to her), especially for your special interests. 

At first Miguel was hesitant, but eventually went on board with it when considering your mental wellbeing. You had never done anything to betray his trust.

“I don’t want you spending any more time talking to them anymore. I shouldn’t have to compete for your attention.” Miguel stated flatly as he possessively held you in his arms in bed. He took your phone from your hand and placed it on the nightstand away from you. 

“But that shouldn’t be the only reason why you want to impregnate me…” You backed up against him to get away from his hand that was stroking your tummy. A habit he kept up since sleeping in the same bed with you for the first time. If anything, your tummy was treated like a stress ball. (Sometimes he’ll also grab at your love handles, your ass, your thighs, and anywhere that’s fleshy.)

“It’s not.” Miguel’s hand lowered his hand and flicked the elastic of your shorts. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his implication. You two hadn’t actually had sex yet despite all the sexual tension. Perhaps he wanted to wait till you were ready, or maybe he saw it as a means to procreate. 

He slid his hand under your shorts and panties to your freshly shaven pussy (he shaved it for you 😥) and rubbed circles on your clit. You immediately locked your legs together and grabbed onto his arm to hold on. Your puffy pussy hid your clit, but his middle finger pushed through and found her. Your breath hitched. He didn’t stop when you gripped harder, if anything he rubbed faster and faster. You kept wriggling and squirming back, but his chest was a wall and you had nowhere to escape. Your ass pressed up against his clothed cock that sat neatly between your cheeks. 

You screamed. He was directly on your clit applying hard pressure. Not even you would touch it bare. You squirted all over his hand quickly and he slowed his pace, but didn’t stop, to help you ride out your orgasm. You huffed and puffed. His hand rubbed a stripe over your entire pussy to draw out the slick so that he could lick and drink it off of his fingers. You looked back at him as he was savoring your taste, and you couldn’t help quivering at the sight of that.

Wordlessly, he shifted himself so he was on top of you and you reached out to halt him in place. “Wait, can we please talk about this?”

He raised a brow as if you just confused him. “What is there to talk about?” 

You sat up with your knees to your chest, nervous for what you were about to ask, “Why do you actually want a baby? Why me? And it’s going to be a huge responsibility, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it. I…I also want to figure out my own life too.”

He moved closed and placed his warm hands on your knees. “It has to be you. We are meant to be together. You have such a kind and gentle soul; you’d make a great mother.” He paused, “And you don’t have to worry about a thing, your husband will take care of you for the rest of your life.”

“Wha-?” You were cut off when he crashed his lips to silence you. He pulled you down from where you sat and swiftly pulled your shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. He gives your clit a good rub before he leaned back to take his boxers off. 

You stared at his rock hard cock, finally in full view. His size was never something you ever had before. Hell, you couldn’t even fit a regular sized dildo up inside. “I can’t fit that…”

“We can make it work. Don’t worry, just leave it all to me.” Miguel cooed and stroked his length against your slick brushing your clit along with the way. Your hole tightened from the sensation. “Remember to relax and breathe, bebita.”

Slowly, he pushed inside your fluttering hole. You hissed at the stretch. The pain was quickly replaced with pleasure when his thumb rubbed over your clit. When he saw your face relaxing, he pushed deeper until he bottomed out. You placed your hand over your pelvic region and felt his bulge. 

“Mmm, you like that?” He groaned as he began to pull out slowly. You instantly moaned and nodded to that. Something about him pulling out his big hard cock dragging your walls out was tipping you over the edge.

“Keep doing that!” Everything from his pelvis meeting yours, filling you up, and his balls slapping your ass sent sparks into your abdomen and tighten your abs. His languid motion of his hips drew you insane. You didn’t know your eyes were closed until you opened them up and saw his eyes glowing red and predatory. His fangs hung out, his hair a mess, and he too was losing control.

Miguel gripped hard at the bed sheets and ripped them under his nails. He couldn’t take it anymore. He sat back up to his knees, lifted up your hips up to his, and rabbitted hard and fast into you. “God- Your pussy is perfect-!” He groaned and grunted in every push. His head flew back and bucked faster.

“Mig-Miguel- fuck-!” Right there, right there, right there. All of your buttons were hit and signals fired off in every direction. He didn’t dare stop and change course now. Your hands were searching for something to grab on for dear life. He clasped your left hand and held it over your head.

“Say that you love me. Say that you will marry me.” He began to slow by only a little bit. Your eyes flew back to him in desperation for him to speed up again. You didn’t even hear him say anything to you. “D-Don’t slow down!”

He repeated, “Say that you love me. Say that you will marry me.” 

“Yes!” You practically shrieked.

“Yes, what?” He slowed down even more.

“I love you! I will marry you! Please-!” You begged and grinded your hips against his in tandem.

Satisfied with your answer, Miguel jolted himself hard into you, and went back into rabbiting. You crumbled. Your legs trembled and your body shuddered in tremors. Every muscle in your body contracted; your pussy tightened around his cock as a result. 

He fucked you through your orgasm similarly to when he did so with his fingers earlier. Except, he was chasing his own high now. As your pussy tightened, his breath hitched and crumbled his resolve. He came immediately, and ensured to do so completely sheathed inside. He came at the entrance of your cervix and did not pull out until all of his cum was spilled. He gave you a couple pushes inside to ensure all of his cum was deep inside and not spill out. 

Miguel leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer to pull out something. Some kind of clothed sticker of sorts. He took off the sticker from the paper and sealed up your pussy with it. You were too fucked out to care what and why he was doing that. You were too focused on his warm cum sloshing inside.

Your eyes fluttered closed and began to drift off to sleep as he cradled you into his arms once more, as he habitually always had. He took your left hand and slid a sparkly ring (a ring you’ve been secretly, not so secretly, been eyeing for the past few months) on your ring finger. He planted a kiss there to seal your fate.

You were finally his, and you were finally never alone. 

Tags: @belle-oftheball34, @mrs-oharaxx, @crystalcrynight, @sukunash0e, @juicyprncess Additional tags: @kaoriloveskeiff, @twinklingbeautifulstars, @tayleighuh, @freehentai, @mythologicalgodsblog [I'm aware this is not the part 2 for The Grass is Greener on the Other Side fic, but I thought you might be interested as this is part of a series.]

Graphic credited to @cafekitsune

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[burningblake]

THE SIGIL SCENE in Nancy Drew 4.03 ↪ but it's just the eye contact

[scudelia55]

In the c2 challenge of them drawing each other, if you look closely, when Carlos is drawing Charles he starts with his eyes, and he specifically drew his eyelashes like crazy…

I think when non-artists are capturing something onto papers they often starts with the object they’re most focused on/draw their attention to, and that is just so so cute and endearing to me.

↪︎Carlos noticed Charles’ green eyes often(those pretty green eyes that turn into crescent moon when he giggles), and genuinely think his eyelashes are so long🥹💗

[chxrrylime]

❝ PART I: 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗘. ❞

PART TWO.

So I decided to break this into two parts. I don’t like leaving work unfinished, but I don’t have the energy to get this done tonight, so it’s easier for me to post the first half now and the rest later. Enjoy :)

Soap x Gaz x Price x M!Reader  ↪ 1776 words — 18+ / SMUT

Content tags — cis male submissive Soap, cis male switch reader, cis male switch Gaz, cis male dominant Price , sub/dom dynamic, polyamory, bit of angst, subspaces, jealousy, unhealthy handling of said jealousy, nothing explicit until part II.

Key — C/S for callsign.

Soap never thought of himself as the jealous type.

It’d been the result of growing up with five older sisters in a house barely big enough to house three of them. Everything was shared amongst them, begrudgingly or not, and so it set the precedent for Soap early on.

He had a healthy relationship with sharing, he felt. Most of the partners he’d had in his life, which weren’t many outside of one night stands, he had shared. He liked to date people with the same libido as him, and so that meant he came to terms quickly with an open relationship. He wasn’t going to make a lover wait around for him for months on end just to get laid.

None of those relationships had worked out, ending ugly and often with a lot of yelling, and Soap really didn’t have the time of day to consider if that had ever played a part in it.

Now, though, jealousy was clawing through his body like a fuckin’ parasite. 

Amongst the one-four-one, it wasn’t any secret Price liked to have his playthings. They kept it between themselves—it wasn’t anyone else’s business as long as it didn’t affect their work. Sometimes Ghost would join, but he lacked the sex drive to keep up with the group consistently.

Soap fell into the category of plaything—it came easy to him, he’d be wrong to deny the hero worship, and for fuck’s sake, the daddy issues, that drew him to the older man. Casualties of a single mom, he supposed.

Gaz was the other one. Soap respected Gaz. He’d been there first, before Soap, and so while sometimes Soap felt a little left out—felt like Price was playing favorites, he also acknowledged the Captain had full right too. Even when Price reassured him, Soap knew he’d never lose the feeling he had to work to earn his place beside Gaz (and beneath Price).

Soap and Gaz meshed well together. It wasn’t much of an issue. Nothing that kept him awake at night—more like an angry little tingle at the base of his spine when he saw Gaz and Price alone together. That, he could handle.

But you. He wanted to fucking strangle you.

The second you were assigned to the one-four-one, Price took a shine to you. He always seemed to favor you—give you the most attention, the most leniency—even in the fuckin’ field, which he never did with anyone, so careful to keep the ruthless dynamic of the task force stable—to keep play from leaking outside of private quarters and offices. You were Price’s new favorite, and as far as Soap was concerned, you hadn’t fuckin’ earned it. Not a single bit of it.

It would be a lot easier for Soap if you were a fuckin’ prick, too—except you weren’t. Ruthless maybe, on the field, but outside of that you were sweet as ever. Real fuckin’ bonnie. You were sweet, and it made Soap’s skin crawl. No matter how dismissive he was of you, you would always offer to share your sliced fruit, or bring him cold water after drills. You wanted Soap to like you, and so did the rest of the one-four-one, but to everyone’s chagrin Soap just wasn’t having it.

Price had chalked it up to Soap’s territorial nature. The lad shared with people he considered equals. People that gave him a good vibe off the bat. He was like a guard dog, sniffing the air for signs of danger—licking the hands of those he deemed good. He didn’t trust you initially, and Price couldn’t blame him, most of your file was black ink for anyone below Lieutenant—he had no basis for you. As far as Soap was concerned, you were invading the one-four-one's hard established dynamic—threatening to dislodge it. 

And so Price gave it time. He paid you extra attention to make up for Soap’s cold shoulder, assured you you just had to be patient with him—just had to keep trying, and eventually he’d warm up and get over whatever preconceived notions he’d had of you.

Except, Soap wasn’t warming up. He wasn’t taking the olive branch, and it was starting to grate on Price’s nerves. Soap was more petulant than usual, bratty, and so Price told him he wouldn’t play ‘till Soap cleaned up his act. That meant more time for you, and more unfounded reason for Soap’s jealousy to grow at his own foolish behavior.

Gaz tried to talk to Soap first, at Price’s urging—knew the only time Price butted in was usually when Johnny was at the point of punishment, and he didn’t want to make this worse if he didn’t need to—but Soap pushed Gaz away. Changed the topic. Refused to admit there was even an issue. Deflect, deflect, deflect. 

It was becoming too much for everyone involved, Price had started letting you share his bed almost every night since the stress dreams started. Even Ghost was right fucking irritated with Soap’s recent behavior, going on a long tangent in the Captain’s office that ended with an angry “sort him out,” and an even more forced “please, sir,” remembering he was venting to his SO.

*

Soap is antsy when he’s called to Price’s office. He walks down the bland halls with a quick stride, already chubbing up in his fatigues. He’s pent up, hoping Price has missed him—that he’s still mad at him—will bend him over his knee and make him have to sit at the edge of his chairs for the next few days. 

He raps on the frosted glass of the door, waiting for his invite in before pushing inside. The door swings shut behind him with a loud click as he takes in the view in front of him, any feeling of excitement and anticipation draining from him in an instant as his eyes harden. 

Price is at the front of his desk, leaned up against it, ankles and bulky arms crossed as he puffs a cigar. He’s in civvies, hair mussed and face the slightest bit flushed. Behind him, behind the desk in his chair is Gaz, with you curled up in his lap. Soap can tell from the both of your kiss swollen lips that he’s apparently interrupting something, despite having been invited. Something churns in his stomach and tells him you two are the ones that shouldn’t be here. That Price wanted him.

Suddenly, sharing sounds like the worst thing on Earth.

“Sir,” Soap tries, carefully, though there’s an edge of annoyance to his voice that Price doesn’t much appreciate. He takes in a sharp breath and puffs a steady stream of smoke out through his nose, looking all the intimidating dragon as he glares.

“I’m tired of your attitude, lad,” Price begins, taking one last drag of his cigar before putting it out in the ashtray behind him. He moves to stand in front of Soap, that one looming inch coming in handy as he presses near chest to chest with the younger.

Soap makes the mistake of refusing eye contact, keeping his gaze straight forward, glaring a hole into the center of Price’s throat. He can feel the growl emanating before he can hear it, Price’s hand shooting up to grip Soap’s jaw, jerking his face up.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” Price chides. He doesn’t miss how Soap’s eyes seem more gray than blue as they meet his, jaw clenching tight, his nostrils flaring in rage as he holds brutal eye contact. He almost looks like he’s challenging Price, and something about it makes the man’s heart twists, frowning.

His grip softens ever so slightly, his voice equally so as he next speaks.

“Where’d my good boy go, huh?”

Soap looks sad at that, brow furrowing and eyelids drooping, letting out the quietest little breath through his nose. If he could look down, he would, feeling shame run through his blood hot. 

“Dunno,” he murmurs, and for a blessed moment it’s just him and Price in this room, “m’sorry.”

“I know,” Price says, humming in consideration before continuing, “you don’t trust C/S.”

The mention of your name has Soap tensing up again, and you nuzzle closer to Gaz who’s arms wrap a bit tighter around you in response. 

“No, sir,” Soap grits out.

“Why?”

“Dunno.”

“Do you know anything, sergeant?” Price chides, jostling Soap a bit with the hold he still has on his face. Soap has half a mind to shove his hand away.

“I don’t know,” Soap emphasizes, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he takes in a ragged breath, hoping the oxygen can help pull apart the mess of jealousy in his brain. He doesn’t fuckin’ know. He doesn’t know what’s possessed him. He could argue in the beginning that you hadn’t earned it, but at this point you’d probably saved each of the one-four-one’s lives twice over. He didn’t have any more excuses, caught in his own anger like a spider in its own web.

“‘Am tangled up. In my head,” Soap tries, opening his eyes to see Price give him a reassuring nod, prompting him to continue as the hand on his face slides to his shoulder, gently pushing. Soap tenses for all of a second, the fight leaving him as quick as it came when Price squeezes. Soap drops to his knees.

The hand moves to his hair, tugging at the short strands until Soap presses his face to the Captain’s thigh, letting the loss of vision desensitize him, breathing in the smell of generic fabric softener and Old Spice cologne, soothing him down ever so slightly.

“I earned this,” Soap grits out, nuzzling, “how do I know… he’s good enough.”

“You trust my judgment, don’t you, Soap?”

“Yessir.”

“He’s more than earned his place here, he’s more than good enough, or else he wouldn’t be here. That’s not your place to decide, not your decision to make. You’re out of line.”

“Yes, sir,” Soap breathes again, spaces between his words as he drifts ever so slightly, fingers clenched tight at the bottom of Price’s jeans. He nearly topples forward as Price steps back, fabric ripping from his grip as strong arms wrap around him from behind. Gaz shushes him when he whines, warm lips pressed behind his ear.

“This dynamic doesn’t work if we don’t trust each other,” Price continues, tone hard, and Soap can feel his skin heat up in equal parts shame and anger as he looks up to see Price once again leaned against his desk, you curled up against his side, “and you need to be punished for your behavior towards our boy here, Johnny.”

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @eternityszn ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

andres had the female right where he wanted, wrapped in his arms and tucked away in the corner as he whispers in her ear. it was no surprise that cadence drew his attention, easily seeking her out.. except, jett had also seek out the female and he wasn't afriad to get dirty. slowly, the other male follows -- eyeing the pair as if he didn't intrupt them. "good evenin', cadence.. you're looking stunning."

[plebbypebblepleb]

i drew some ocs again!! :DD

Serenity is a maybe name, it was kind of just chosen bc a guy in my class didn't know what serenity meant so we named him that as a joke, i guess~ (Serenity goes by he/him) pt.1 pt.3 pt.4

I have some basic facts on Mizumoki, i'm still working on the other ones, so if u have any ideas lmk :3 ➸ Mizu goes by She/Her (18) ➸ Mizu is a psychic, but only for love. She can see true love and heartbreak before it even happens. She can also see if they have loved before and how it ended.

➸ This obviously includes knowing if a partner is cheating. Yet, the thing is, she can't see her own future. She has no idea what the heck kind of relationships she's gonna go into, so it makes her kind of scared of dating.

➸ Mizumoki's eyes are really sensitive. Please ask before touching her in any way, shape, or form. She's pretty sensitive too, not only physically, but emotionally.

➸Mizu gets really nervous is one of her eyes are covered, she has none on her torso, just on her limbs, which is why they're not very covered and her sleeves are see through. OKAY now onto the like.. two things I know about mei so far, I only made her today, so bear with me </3 ↪ Mei goes by She/They

↪ Mei is an engineer, i dunno what they works on, lmao. She loves putting their own spin on things, and customizes everything they work on. Be patient with her though, she's kind of immature for a 16 y/o. ↪ Mei has telekinesis, and uses it to help them with their engineering. If you walk in on her working, you'll see all types of tools floating around them. And when she notices you, it's all dropped and they have their head down and face flushed in embarrassment. ↪ HAHA A THIRD ONE! anyways, Mei doesn't have a lot of control over their telekinesis, but you can tell they're trying :3 They practice a lot and have a set time of day for whenever she practices her powers.

Serenity goes by he/him (23)

⟿ Mostly a manager of time, he studies the theory in his own time. He has many clocks in his room, made by mei, and keeps tabs on all of them at all times. He likes to call himself the ‘keeper of time’ even though he knows pretty well that he isn’t the most skilled in his expertise. Leave him alone, he’s trying :(

⟿ Even though i just said he was a keeper of time, he’s a librarian for his day job. He knows that library like the back of his hand and loves to roam around sometimes, just helping people with finding books. ⟿ He honestly feels like a father figure to Exo. Serenity will do anything for that boy, Exo's Serenity’s weakness. He has close ties with many authors; Serenity invites Lumie over a lot since Exodus loves her books on astrology. Serenity loves seeing Exodus happy.

⟿ HEAR ME OUT!! Mei makes his clocks. That’s what she engineers and builds part time. Or maybe full time. I dunno. BUT!! I think they would be a really cute work duo!! I think it's perfect, ok? >:( (NOT A SHIP, MEI X SERENITY IS LITERALLY ILLEGAL.)

[saturdays--sun]

if this lasts forever, i'll be just fine

↪ ship: you're my home / mikuni ↪ content: 1.5k words. actually like nauseatingly soft. technically this references something i still haven't finished, but also not really. no canon references, but takes place in between manga events because i deserve to be happy with him, actually.

happy birthday, cowboy. you still have my whole heart. 💛

with practiced ease, slender fingers slid gently through the strands of her hair.

"are you sure i'm going to look good like this?"

"of course i am. you always look good, koda-chan."

despite the way her heart skipped a small beat — or maybe in spite of it — her eyebrows furrowed at the compliment; drew together and narrowed her eyes as flecks of disbelief took to the color of her irises. her lips parted, a deflection — a no, i don't caked in thinly-veiled embarrassment — forming on the tip of her tongue only to die just before she got a chance to voice it as she glanced sideways, her gaze being met with his still fixated downward — on his hands; on her curls; on the way he was softly weaving them together. something about it — the way his eyes had gone half-lidded; the peaceful, ghost of a smile that lingered around the edges of his mouth; the shadow that his bangs cast over his face — made her stop short; made her mouth softly close again.

made her heart skip another annoying beat.

"there." after twisting a hair tie around the bottom of the braid he had made, mikuni pulled his hands from her hair, his gaze lifting up to meet hers with a smile that sent a wave of warmth cascading over koda's face. "all done~ you can go look now."

koda let her eyes linger wordlessly on his for another moment before breaking away from them, the heat pooling under her skin steadily getting warmer; getting more frustrating. a small, "…alright," came mumbled past her lips, her legs gently unfolding from underneath her and moving to dangle off the side of the bed.

sliding to the floor, her feet sunk into the soft carpet of their bedroom, just narrowly avoiding a shoe she'd haphazardly left there the night before and one of his boots he'd dropped next to it. nudging them gently to the side, koda made her way from the bedside to the adjoining bathroom in a few short steps, absentmindedly flipping on the light switch as she crossed over the threshold. against the sudden, harsh light, she squinted; and when her eyes adjusted and her vision cleared, she found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror.

on either side of her head, two braids hung, framing her face and brushing against the tops of her shoulders. a twinge of disconnect formed in the back of her mind; lingered as she shook her head gently side-to-side, green eyes watching the braids swing softly back and forth in tandem with the movement. strange, echoed somewhere in her thoughts — even if only slightly, seeing her hair styled differently — seeing it styled at all — was so… strange.

she didn't dislike it, though.

movement in the mirror tore koda's attention from herself; behind her, she watched mikuni stand up off the bed, his figure steadily growing closer until his chest was all but touching her back; until he could wrap his arms loosely around her shoulders and nestle his chin into a comfortable spot on the top of her head. a soft, content hum met her ears when she didn't pull away; and when she leaned backward against him, a happy smile broke out across his face again.

"see? i told you you'd look cute~"

the heat that had been softly burning under her skin suddenly flared up; turned her face bright red and forced her gaze sideways again. her heart skipped that same, irritating beat again — it always seemed to, no matter how many times she'd heard similar words fall from his lips — and with it came a short huff of air through her nose. "…you're just saying that."

the reaction she expected never came — there was no overexaggerated response; no feigned gasp of indignation; no i would never lie to my little koda-chan like some kind of monster! instead, all mikuni did was let out a low exhale against the top of her head, his nose burying itself into her hair. "i'm not," he murmured, his voice soft and muffled as it hit her ears. just barely, his arms tightened around her. "you're always so cute, koda."

whatever denial she may have still had — whatever flustered sh-shut up or disbelieving i-i'm not, though still sat heavy on the tip of her tongue — went unsaid; smothered by the warmth seeping from his body onto hers; by the comforting weight of his arms resting on the line of her shoulders; by the gentle kiss he pressed onto her head.

when her heart jumped this time, she let it.

despite the habitual way her lips pressed together — despite the way her bright red cheeks puffed out in a small pout; despite the way her eyes darted to the side once more — a short, "…f-fine," forced itself out of her mouth and into the air surrounding them. if only for right now, she would accept it without her usual fight; would allow the compliment to nestle itself into heart.

if only because he was the one saying it to her, she would allow herself to believe it just this once.

in the mirror, through the corners of her vision, koda watched her eyes flicker back and forth — from her face to his; to the way his eyes had slipped peacefully shut as he held her; to the hint of a smile he wore amidst her curls. as she looked at him — as her gaze traced over his frustratingly pretty features — one of her hands reached up to absentmindedly toy with one of the braids he'd weaved into her hair; and when the diamond on her finger glinted in the artificial light, her eyes flickered to it, too.

"…mikuni?"

"hm?"

i love you.

the sudden thought made her heart momentarily stop; sent an almost nauseating swarm of butterflies to the pit of her stomach. hotter still, her face burned — turned so red she wouldn't have been surprised to see it simply catch fire. blinking rapidly, koda looked away again — away from the mirror and his eyes and the way they had opened just enough for her to see the color in them. "…n-nothing."

against the top of her head, she felt him smile, another soft hum leaving the back of his throat and hitting her ears. wordlessly, mikuni took one of his arms from where it rested around her shoulders — and before koda got the chance to question it, his hand nudged itself easily into hers. his fingers slid gently between her own; curled loosely around them as he lifted her hand up to his face to press a feather-light kiss against the ring she wore.

"i love you, too, koda."

all at once, the flustered embarrassment she had been barely holding back crashed over her in waves; flooded her veins and filled her with the sudden and intense urge to hide her face. "i-i didn't—" through the now-racing beat of her heart, she stuttered out the words, eyebrows knitting together in a futile attempt to glare at him in the mirror. "h-how did you—"

"i guessed~" the familiar teasing tone slipped into his voice, the sound of it only serving to make her heart beat faster and her stomach lurch harder. another kiss was left on her skin — lingered there; brought with it an airy sigh. "it's not hard to tell what you're thinking, though. you're my little koda-chan, remember?"

of course i do.

the half-hearted glare eased off her face; left koda's features softer in the wake of the question — of the affectionate nickname he'd long-since taken to calling her; of the deeper meaning of it, hidden just below the surface. "yeah." when she spoke, it came out as a whisper — anything louder was unnecessary. "i know."

after her words came silence — one beat of it, then two, marked by the feeling of his heart beating steadily against her back. mikuni's hand pulled itself from hers as his arm slid from her shoulders, both moving to wrap around her waist and turn her around in his grasp. when their eyes met — shy green to affectionate brown — he smiled at her — softly; lovingly; so lovingly that it made her chest grow tight; so lovingly that it was almost overwhelming.

so lovingly that she felt like she might drown in it.

inching her closer to his chest, mikuni leaned down to her height to press a kiss to her forehead, his smile lingering against her skin. "good," he murmured, pulling back just enough to lean his head gently against hers, the tip of his nose just barely touching her own. blond strands of hair fell lightly into the space between them; behind them, his eyes slipped half-shut, the softened look in them melting away whatever flimsy wall might have remained around koda's heart. "i'm yours, too."

and then he kissed her — again and again and again.

"always."

[hcze]

@smolcuriouskitten​​ from here

     ❛ Alright! Sorry! ❜ he chuckled softly, ❛ It’s nice to meet you Octi, and I think they are an octopus? ❜

[gildinbainas]

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them . [for thran to see if he will run away <5]

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @despairforme

He must have dozed off near the end of their rather vigorous session together, for upon coming to, a quick glance about the room had Thranduil sitting up rather quickly only to wince in pain. Elves usually healed rather quickly from any and all things, but there was a soreness that shot through the royal the likes he had never felt before. And so he sat there with eyes closed for a moment, hoping the discomfort would soon pass. He could not stomach the idea of being in an unfamiliar bed for much longer. He would hate for his Elvenguard to come looking for him, not to mention he wasn't keen on making a habit of allowing himself these types of intimate sleepovers. It was unheard of; beneath him in every sense of the word. Not that his people would ask any questions should they happen upon such a rare scene, but it was the pride in him; a complex rooted deeply that would not allow one so vain as he to be found in a state of undress that did not highlight the power he wielded over his people.

With a soft sigh, Thranduil leaned back against the headboard, perhaps thinking he would rest a bit then slip away in an hour's time except the sudden, smiling presence of one he'd sooner forget drew his attention. His temporary lover was keeping his distance, but the shit-eating grin on his face was more than enough motivation to make the elf push through the pain and dress himself. Scrambling from the bed and wincing at times, Thranduil crossed the room to snatch up his gown. Dressing before watchful gazes was something he was rather accustomed to given his own servants, but he still dressed in haste not bothering to give Nnoitra so much as a glance goodbye.

With his head held high, the elf headed towards the door, pushing past the looming figure of the Espada. It's only a half second later that he finds himself trapped between slender arms, the suddenness by which the Esapada moved serving only to remind the elf just how dangerous Nnoitra truly were. Thranduil of course, did not let fear show behind those icy grey eyes. They literally just fucked some hours ago ( his perception of time was lost from the impromptu nap ) so he rather hoped this wasn't some ruse of the monster to renig on their deal. Both sides were even now so if anything, this had better been some ghastly attempt at asking for seconds ( which was NEVER going to happen ).

And so he stared up at the figure, back pressed firmly against the wall in a futile attempt to put distance between them. Before the elf could hope to open his mouth and let slip some sarcastic remark that was certain to earn him a cheeky grin, there was yet an attempt at a real kiss from Nnoitra --- a shocking thing if there ever was one. The Elvenking was not a fan of kisses. Or rather, kisses of the kind were reserved for actual companions. They were not to be taken lightly yet here was Nnoitra… taking it lightly. Enraged, the elf broke the kiss rather abruptly. He shot Nnoitra a most scathing look before breaking away from him. They were done here. As far as he was concerned, debts were paid and nothing of the like was ever going to happen again.

[akutasoda]

Can you be a reader with two personalities? For example, her normal personality is shy but the reader's second personality is sadistic and yandere?

flip side

synopsis - they loved you, even if you held a more darker side

includes - dan heng, kafka, gepard, luocha

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader has two different personalities, one of them is slightly more sadistic, wc - 616

a/n: hope you don't mind but i did hsr as i was in that mood

dan heng ★↷

↪he always thought your shyness was endearing. in some way it was similar to him as he was never one to enjoy conversation - although your shyness may be a but worse than him but that didn't matter that much.

↪maybe the first time he ever witnessed your 'other side' was when he caught you getting annoyed at someone or something. and initially he brushed it off, maybe you were just in a bad mood.

↪but then somehow he saw it again and then he knew it wasn't a mistake. he was initially quite shocked but who was he to try and tell you how to act?

↪but that being said he didn't mind unless tou let it get too far. while it wasn't ideal as long as it didn't harm anyone i guess he saw it as part of your charm.

kafka ★↷

↪initially, she found you shyness rather cute. eventually choosing to lightly tease you about it but would always let off if you truly didn't want her too. she just couldn't help it, it was too adorable.

↪but from the very moment you slipped into that more sadistic side, she found out. she didn't even have to fully understand the situation, she just knew you were hiding something - intentionally or not. but this only made her more enamored by you.

↪afterall many would say she harboured a darker side behind her normal composure - and that was very much true. she found it as such better material to tease you with.

↪and she even preferred it when you showed that side towards people she disliked or tolerated for the time being. and as weird as that may seem to a more 'normal' person, she truly found every aspect of your personality endearing. as dark as it may be.

gepard landau ★↷

↪he always saw your shyness as one to match his own. and in that way you both related and could understand eachother as you both were rather socially awkward. gepard slightly less when needed however.

↪and even so he never imagined you had a more hidden side to your personality. and some part of him refused to believe it. even when he witnessed it first hand and didn't know quite what to make off it.

↪it's not that he disliked you for it, it was just new for him so he couldn't quite figure out how he felt. he loved you, he truly did and so maybe this new side to you is just another part of the you he cherished.

↪he would get used to it eventually but he still didn't really like it. but it wasn't hurting anyone and you did take his concerns on board. but even so it never did atop him from loving you as much as he did.

luocha ★↷

↪many could say that the travelling merchant had many secrets to hide - personality wise or actual secrets. but regardless he found your shyness rather endearing. while sometimes he disliked how it could prevent you from doing things he still found it rather adorable.

↪but a small part of him deep down knew that you probably had a more secret side that he ahd yet to witness. but he never jumped to conclusions and rather waited to see of he was peoved correct.

↪and he was. and it wasn't quite what he was expecting. although he hadn't minded in the slightest, if anything it drew him to you even more as he found you increasingly more intriguing. and that made him love you even more.

↪and as long as you never took it that far he would continue to not mind. and sometimes even would tease you in his own way.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

If you were in the my little pony universe, what would your ponysona look like?

I would be a pegasus, but I'd have a mostly black coat. And I would have a triangle for a cutiemark.

The triangle would be an ambivalent reference to Edgeworth from Ace Attorney, because it's also an arrow/finger/pointing-at-a-fact (the fact being that I'm a nerd). "Pointing at a fact and then adding a circle around it to denote it's relevance to the present situation" is a recurring Ace Attorney motif.

(For example, if I drew this pony I would make their cutie mark so it looks like this: ↪)

[thewarrenfiles]

The Toll - The Exorcism of Maurice Theriault

↪a drabble by @holdmypurse https://tinyurl.com/2j9ed8nh Trigger Warning: Mention of Miscarriage.

The air crackled with tension as the exorcism of Maurice Theriault unfolded in the dimly lit room. The scent of incense hung heavy in the air, mingling with the palpable sense of dread that permeated every corner. The afflicted man sat writhing on a chair, his body contorted in agony as the demon within him fought against the forces of light. In front of him, the priest stood tall and resolute, his voice echoing through the room as he recited passages from the Bible in Latin. Each word was a weapon, a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume Maurice's soul. Lorraine and Ed stood by his side, their hands clasped in fervent prayer as they lent their strength to the battle that raged before them.

The clairvoyant knelt beside the French-Canadian man, her heart heavy with compassion as she wiped the sweat and tears of blood from his contorted face. "Stay strong, Maurice." She whispered, her voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos. "You can fight this. You are stronger than you know." But the farmer's struggles grew more intense with each passing moment, his body convulsing with the force of the demon's wrath. Sweat beaded on his brow, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fought against the unseen forces that held him captive. With each word of the priest's prayers, the room seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, a clash of light and darkness that threatened to tear the very fabric of reality asunder. 

As the man's body convulsed with the intensity of the exorcism, his voice rose in a guttural chant, speaking in tongues that sent shivers down the spines of all who bore witness. Ed reached out to restrain him, but his movements were wild and unpredictable, slipping through the demonologist's grasp like smoke. In an instant, the farmer's hand shot out, seizing Lorraine by the wrist with a strength that belied his frail appearance. The clairvoyan'ts eyes widened in horror as she found herself locked in a chilling gaze with Maurice's white, unfathomable eyes—the eyes of the demon that dwelled within him.

A chilling presence materialized before her, taking on the twisted form of a nun. But this was no holy figure—its visage was contorted with malice, its very essence a perversion of everything sacred. Lorraine's heart pounded in her chest as the demonic entity advanced towards her, its movements unnaturally swift and fluid. She felt a cold dread creeping over her, threatening to paralyze her with fear as the creature drew closer, its darkened hand outstretched. With a sense of foreboding dread, she watched as the demon's hand descended towards her lower stomach, its touch sending a shockwave of terror coursing through her veins. In an instant, she was consumed by a vision of the future—a future tainted by darkness and despair—a glimpse of her beloved husband's death, unfolding before her eyes with agonizing clarity.

She watched in horror as Ed's valiant form was consumed by shadows, his voice lost amidst the cacophony of screams and wails that echoed through the void. Tears welled in Lorraine's eyes as she reached out to him, her cries drowned out by the overwhelming sense of despair that threatened to swallow her. As the demon's grip tightened around her, Lorraine felt a searing pain shoot through her womb, causing her to gasp in agony. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced—a torment that seemed to pierce her very soul. The demon stared into her eyes, its voice slithering into her thoughts.

"For this, I give you knowledge. For this, I shall take my toll." 

The demon's words echoed in her mind, its voice a chilling whisper that cut through the darkness. In that moment, the clairvoyant felt a surge of terror grip her heart as she faced the consequences of the price she had just been forced to pay. A primal scream tore from her lips. With a trembling hand, she reached out to grasp at the ephemeral threads of hope that remained, her fingers closing around the rosary beads that hung around her neck.  She collapsed to the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The exorcism was now over and her husband was holding her, apprehension painted all over his face as he attempted to ask her what had she seen.

As her hand trembled against the tender flesh where the demon's malevolent touch had tainted her skin, a wave of realization crashed over her with devastating force. In that agonizing moment, she felt a profound sense of loss wash over her—a loss that cut far deeper than she could have ever imagined. And as her husband held her, Lorraine grieved the loss of the child she would never meet.

[neylakiiroisenkou]

Finally after many years I was able to draw my two OCs together \o/

I already drew Reeve some years ago (though now I retouched him a little), but Endjae was only living in my mind, so this is his debut to the public!

↪ twitter link

When I will have time I will do a sort of reference sheet with also the back and weapons designs ;) I need also to write down some background infos hmmm

[emperornero]

making art with out posting it is like ↪↪➡️↩↖️⬅️⬆️↩↖️↖️↪✅oohgghhhhh then i dont reemember i made art and its next day and i finally rememeber i drew something 3 months later