#📁 : // ⦗ musings ⦘

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the dividers on this post are only to be used by me in tumblr posts , thank you .

[aikoyzw]

ㅤ ♡ ׄ 𝅼 ׄ 𝆹 ۪۪۪۪ 🗝️ 𝆬 𓈒 𝆌𝆌 ꒻𝆹𝅥

𝆸 ׄ 𝅄 imagine hot shuntarō chishiya. 𝅼 ׄ ໑

✹ ׅ 🕸️⃝ ׁ ★

Shuntarō estava encostado numa parede , no canto da área externa da Utopia , apenas vendo você se encher de álcool , ambos teriam reunião agora da milícia e dos membros executivos , porém , você estava muito bêbada para ir numa reunião , então chishiya teve que te arrastar pra dentro do dormitório de vocês , shuntarō tentou te levar pro banheiro pra tomar um banho , porém , vocês eram apenas amigos , não podia simplismente te ver nu@ enquanto estava sobre controle do álcool . .

— vai shuntaro ! pode entrar no banheiro comigo , eu não ligo não ! aliás , você deve ser lindo sem esse casaco !

você diz rindo com a voz meio alterada , chishiya suspirou fundo e apenas acenou com a cabeça , ele não ia saber como explicar pra você na manhã seguinte , mas ia arranjar alguma forma , ele te levou pra dentro do banheiro , deixou você mesma se despir , ele tentava não olhar para seu corpo , mas pro rapaz , era quase impossível, na cabeça dele , seu corpo era uma obra prima . . . cada curva , cada traço de seu corpo , era motivo para parar , e admirar , ele retirou as próprias roupas e depois entrou no box com você , ele deixou a água fria escorrer sobre o corpo dos dois ,para ver se com isso , te deixava um pouco mais sobria . . Você não podia deixar de encarar o rosto de chishiya , só de olhar pro rapaz , te deixava tão . . . ex1tad@ , porém , com a água já te molhando inteira , na sua cabeça , não ia dar pra perceber , shuntarō ainda terminando de lavar o seu cabelo , sem ao menos olhar pra você , disse

— se você continuar me encarando assim vou supor que quer um beijo meu

você sorriu pro garoto , a mão quente do garoto te segurava pela cintura para você não escorregar , você não ia perder essa oportunidade que o garoto te deu então logo o respondeu

— e quem disse que eu não quero ?

o rapaz parou tudo que estava fazendo e encarou seus lábios

— eu não estou te impedindo . . .

você em um movimento rápido já estava colando os seus lábios nos do garoto , era um beijo intenso , as mãos do garoto deslizavam pelo seu corpo enquanto você segurava o rosto dele , quando você sentiu shuntarō te prensar contra a parede gelada , você soltou um gem1do abafado e um arrrepio de leve , você necessitava mais do toque do garoto , e ele percebendo isso aprofundou mais ainda o beijo e logo descendo ele para sua mandíbulae logo depois o pescoço você podia sentir o m3mbro do garoto ficar cada vez mais er3t0 , você sabia que ia passar de beijos , ele apertava sua cintura deixando marcas em seu pescoço, shuntarō te segurando mais firme , te levantou com facilidade , te fazendo estrelasar as pernas em volta da cintura do garoto , ele desligou o chuveiro para não desperdiçar água e logo foi descendo cada vez mais os beijos para seus s3i0s , aquilo te fazia ir a loucura , você gem1a baixinho com a boca quente do garoto de ab0canhand0 , era uma sensação unica , ele apertava cada canto de seu corpo , o garoto te descendo apenas um pouco , o suficiente pra fazer você sentir a er3ç@o do garoto em sua 1ntim1d@d3, em questões de segundos ele já estava te p3n3tr@nd0 , você queria gem3r alto , porém ele tampava sua boca , ele começou os movimentos de vai e vem depois que você acustumou com o tamanho do m3mbro do rapaz , você mordia os ombros do garoto de leve para abafar com gemidos , suas unhas arranhavam as costas do garoto enquanto você gem1a baixinho o nome dele no ouvido do garoto , oque o ex1t@va ainda mais , fazendo ele aumentar os movimentos , quando ele atingiu seu ponto G você não pode se conter e g3meu alto , mas nesse momento , vocês não ligavam se iam escutar ou não , só ligavam para o prazer

[selfawxre]

i feel like i say this every time i go onto this blog but i genuinely think that ppl who go "haha monika is a yandere" r kind of just. fully misunderstanding her character. and also maybe the yandere trope.

she says she's in love with the player but it's way more heavily implied that what she really is in love with is what you the player stand for. she's desperate for any semblance of connection after finding herself completely isolated in a world where everything else is fake. she's in a DATING SIM so of course her way of reaching out is going to be romantic. maybe she IS infatuated with the player but i think reducing her to just that infatuation is ignoring the very real parody and criticism of the shallow nature of dating sims that ddlc plays around with

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[lavandiors]

( 📁 compose with love. by lee mark ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

where you accompany mark while he composes new music, but under the comfort of his arms you can't help but fall asleep.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee mark x fem!reader. genre. fluff, cuddles, established relationship, mark being in love. warnings. a little suggestive (really little).

lily notes. i love mark, i really think he would make a very clingy boyfriend. he is my clingy boy. <3

you couldn't help but sit on his lap when you saw him. mark was so focused on composing his music, he didn't notice his glasses slowly slipping off his nose.

his brown hair stuck to his forehead thanks to the hat he was wearing. his glasses fell down the bridge of his nose as he leaned over your shoulder. his hands hit the table in search of creating melodies while his tongue hummed inside his mouth.

while one of his hands hit the table, the other emanated heat on your waist, caressing it with his thumb or lightly squeezing the flesh.

you placed your hand on his, caressing his fingers with yours. you heard him sigh for your soft hands between his hums. pleased by your soft touch.

you settled further between his legs, mark suddenly tightening his grip on your waist at your movements.

he sighed "don't move so much, baby" he told you, you were hitting his point and it distracted him.

you giggled "sorry" you kissed his cheek briefly, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

he quickly kissed you back before continuing with his music. you stared at the ceiling as his throat next to your ear continued to work his vocal cords with melodies.

your waist was completely wrapped thanks to his arm, caressing your side from top to bottom. mark loved touching your skin, he loved feeling you in his arms.

and although he was more focused on composing, he could never stop paying attention to you. you were his warm stove when it came to affection. because you lit an effervescent fire in his chest.

when he saw you, touched you, kissed you, felt you.

he was composing music like a machine right now, because you were there. you were his inspiration, his oxytocin was produced by you, by your presence. you were his muse.

he turned to look at you slightly when he felt a sigh leave your lips and your head become heavier on his shoulder. you were falling asleep.

he couldn't help but smile when he saw your face. calmed down. in peace. your muscles didn't show even a hint of tension. you were calm in his arms, comfortable, safe.

his hand left the table to envelop you completely. composition could wait when it came to you.

he kiss your cheek silently, once, twice, three, four times.

"my beautiful girl," he murmured, feeling peace rushing through his body. his body and mind belong to you. his thoughts are yours, because you are the only thing that wanders in his mind.

he rested his forehead against your face, while his arms continued to surround you protectively. his hands sought yours, intertwining your fingers.

words were not necessary for mark, he felt you and could swear that you transmitted your love for him with your presence.

as he fell into the limbo of sleep, with you in his arms, he kissed you again. a warm, loving and sticky kiss, that conveyed more than a thousand words.

"i love you, my muse" he whispered before falling asleep.

© LAVANDIORS | do not copy, translate or steal my works.

[littlememebox]

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[androidmuses]

☆ moodboard // aesthetic game ☆

Send emoji ( or description if you cannot see them) to make small moodboard/aesthetic for the muse of your choice! You can send up to three at a time per muse, there is limit to submission. If you like this, I can definitely do a part two! Please submit through the inbox!

🦷 TOOTH - muse(s) favorite cocktail/drink?

🥽 GOGGLES - muse(s) favorite fashion trend?

🎱 MAGIC 8 - place(s) they'd love to travel?

☁️ CLOUD - a food they'd like to try?

📼 TAPE - muse(s) favorite movie genre?

🎞️ FILM - muse(s) love language?

💡 BULB - any odd hobbies they may have?

📓 NOTEBOOK - muse(s) preferred hangout spot(s)?

📁 FILE - where they'd liked to be kiss.

🖇️ PAPERCLIPS - how do they express jealousy?

🤍 HEART - muse(s) idea of a perfect date?

💭 THOUGHT - theme/question of your choice

idea came from @//noahsresources

[shadowzgather]

📁📁📁 { Val, Pentious, and Alastor? }

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Valentino

In life, he had a full head of hair. It was black, wavy, and very long. When he died, he was pretty upset over losing it but eventually got over it... mostly.

Sir Pentious

This is a bit more for his egg bois than him, but the random crap they say has a 65% chance of ether being true or coming true. He isn't sure why this is or even pays it enough attention because of the 35% nonsense rate.

Alastor

Sort a growing HC is that Alastor and Vox used to be friends. I follow this with the addition that I think they had a business together before their falling out. It was much like the Vees network before Alastor broke off from Vox and just left him.

[kakodaimones]

📁 📁 // vox and adam 👀

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Vox has a special place in his heart for pre-code gangster movies like Scarface and Little Caesar. They're partially for the way he styles and sees himself - a relatively recent arrival who has risen through the ranks through a combination of ruthlessness and cunning, but with a limited kind of loyalty that embraces a tiny circle of people he's truly loyal to (the other Vee's).

The fact that Adam was the first human soul to enter Heaven implies that Abel, the first human to die, ended up going to Hell. Realizing that his son, someone who he would have always thought of as innocent, someone who died because he was apparently favored by Heaven, didn't even get in, probably fucked with him and his perception of sin permanently.

[valiisthea]

📂 one each for Dion, Terence, Barnabas.

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@betrayingcrown || Various Muses

Dion - He is quite fond of children. Despite wanting to murder his step-brother, anyway. Okay, okay, jokes aside, he really does love children and he's pretty good at interacting with them, too. He has a deep affinity for all people, really, but the innocence of childhood is something he never had. It is something that most children growing up in this war are losing - and something he wishes he could preserve for them all.

Terence - I've mentioned before that he is the best medic in the Dragoons - well, what made him want to learn? Dion. Especially after The big Wound when they were 18. He took care of Dion the best he could, but he vowed after that to learn more in the realm of healing so that if this, Greagor forbid, ever happened again, he could be a much better help to Dion. Being able to help his fellow Dragoons as well is just an added bonus.

Barnabas - Despite what he may say and what others may think, the man still has human emotions. I will scream this until I am blue in the face. He may not feel them as strongly as he used to, he may be able to gobble up most of them, but they still occur. He has been Akashic for what, 40 years? He still showcases jealousy when Benedikta talks about Cid. He sheds a tear right before he takes his last breath, Ultima is able to come to him in the appearance of his mother because he still harbors trauma related to her passing and love for her. If he was a man of no emotion, none of this would be possible. It is not impossible to worm your way into his mostly cold mostly dead heart, just very, very, very difficult.

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[ruiination]

@phoenix-flamed said: 📁 for Jill!!

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When Jill was young she really wanted to learn how to bake but never had the chance. It wasn't in her lessons (which was mostly how to be a proper lady / wife!) though she was trained a bit on cooking. She does not remember much of her cooking lessons. She vastly preferred sewing as she found messing up food to be too sad.

[selfawxre]

posting separately as to not hijack flowers' post but realising that some of you guys may also not be as into ddlc and not know all the nuances and random tidbits about it and specifically monika. like, for example, the fact that monika's piano playing is a metaphor for her hacking the game/changing the code, the fact that every time one of the girls is acting particularly out of character she isn't present in the room, only to rush back in like "oh what happened? i had nothing to do with this!!", the times where she gets absolutely steamrolled in act 2 by yuri and natsuki and is so clearly taken aback despite the fact she's the one fucking with their codes to make them aggressive enough to do that, etc.

also just, all the lines in act 1 where she's so blatantly talking about her sentience but that you wouldn't pick up on unless you already knew she was sentient. like she is not even trying to hide it from the beginning, you just know when she talks about her "epiphany" she's giggling to herself like "oh they're never gonna believe what i mean by that"

[rpmxmesss]

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[strebcrarchivess]

📁!

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Streber once wasted a whole month of his life trying to beat that one winney the pooh baseball game. He still can't get past Christopher Robin 😔