#(...........did i ever draw anything serious hmm)

[omppupiiras]

say hello to mermaid jere 🧜‍♀️

yeah so, what does it say about me that the first thought that popped into my head when i saw this in a store was "i wanna draw jere as this voluptuous mermaid decoration" 🤔😂

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Dating Beach Vollyeball Star

Shoyo Hinata

Timeskip! Shoyo Hinata x GN! Reader

Warnings: swearing, physical touch and kissing

AN: I can’t believe I missed this little cherubs birthday 😫 and because my favorite Hinata is Brazil, Beach Volleyball Hinata, I figured we owed him his own headcanon set 😌

I don’t even need to tell you

The picture above says it all

Beach Volleyball Hinata is supreme 🙌🏻

Literally going from “your nothing without Kageyama” to leaving Kageyama behind to conquer the world

Honestly we love a good character development 👏🏻

If anyone in HQ can handle adapting to a new country, it’s Hinata

And Oikawa but this isn’t about him

Hinata had the social skills, friendly demeanor and lack of giving a single fuck what people think of him 💅

Literally all he wants to do is play volleyball

Well at least, until you showed up 👀

You see, Hinata was pretty popular in high school

He occasionally dated here and there but nothing serious

Man’s was way too busy competing with Kageyama to have any time for dating 🙄

Originally when he went to Brazil, he didn’t have any intention on dating

He was there for a limited time and that time was all volleyball focused

Sure that strategy worked for a while but when he started competing, he began to notice the draw beach volleyball brought

I mean serious, have you ever seen/ played beach volleyball???

Like in sand? First off, it’s a BITCH. Second, it’s incredibly difficult

Crowds would gather to watch him and others play

And sure enough, you were a regular at their games

Whether you liked the actual game of volleyball or just like watching hot guys run around, the sport drew you in 😌

You’d noticed the little tangerine man often and found him both incredibly attractive as well as very skilled

You’d always manage to find a way to watch him compete because there was just something about him

Now Hinata grew to remember your face, having seen it at basically all his games

Obsessed much Yn?

Literally me but ok 😭

You were one of the few people that showed up to watch all his games

Soon, he’d start looking for you specifically

Did he know your name? No

Had he ever spoken a single word to you? Nope

Did he fully believe you were coming strictly to watch him compete! Absolutely 💯

Hinata would take with his partner about you often and his partner would say

“Why don’t you find out who they are?”

And Hinata would be like “yeah I will : D”

And then he wouldn’t 🙄

To be fair, you’d leave as soon as the match was over, far to nervous to ever speak to him

While Hinata wasn’t tall, he looked rather imposing on the court/beach

He took the game seriously and you admired that about him

But that still didn’t mean you were gonna actually say anything to him

Finally, about 8 games deep into your low-key/high- key stalking situation, Hinata finally had enough

He was going to find out who you were

So in true Hinata fashion, the minute the game was over, he shouted “HEY YOU!”

All while looking you dead in the eyes

🎶 when he looks at me 🙂 and I look at him 😳and he looks at meeee 😃 and I look at him 👁️👄👁️

Like the dumbass you are (I’m calling you a dumbass out of love Yn), you look left, then right, then left again and point to yourself

You 👉🏻😐😳 me??

Hinata just runs up to you and immediately starts talking

“I finally caught up to you!”

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“I’ve seen you at all my games and I figured maybe you were here because you liked Beach volleyball but then I thought ‘hmm I wonder if maybe they like me’ and I wanted to talk to you but I could never catch you!”

You 👉🏻 👁️👄👁️

“Then I figured I’d just call out your name but silly me, I don’t even know your name!”

You, still 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“So what’s your name?? I’m Shoyo Hinata!”

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ YN LN

And that YN, is exactly how your situationship with Hinata started

After you finally grew more comfortable, Hinata would seek you out at every turn

He’d be out delivering for people and just pop into see you

He’d always invite you to come watch him practice or even just hang out at the beach

He introduced you to One Piece 😱

Thankfully, you and Hinata knew the same language so communication wasn’t difficult

At first, it started out as a friendship

But it didn’t take long to develop into more

Hinata enjoyed everything about you and how you made Brazil more like a second home to him

And in true Hinata style, he confesses 🫣

*channeling season 4’s super awkward first year training camp*

🙌🏻picture this 🙌🏻 you two are just walking along the beach like you normally do

Hinata is acting a bit weird but then again, it’s Hinata

So you decide to just ask him “hey Sho, you ok…”

But before you can finish your sentence, Hinata screams

“YN I LIKE YOU AND ID LOVE IT IF YOU’D DATE ME!”

You 👉🏻😐😳😍 ABSOLUTELY

Hinata 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ for real?

You hug him, asking if you can give him a little kiss on his cheek because you are so cute 🥹

And this begins your relationship with Hinata

Honestly, I firmly believe a relationship with Hinata would be amazing

He would be such a supportive and encouraging partner

If you want to do something, he’s your biggest supporter

If something bad happens, he’s there to lead a listening ear and he gives THE BEST hugs 🫂

When it comes to Hinata leaving for Japan, he obviously wants you to come

He hates the idea of a long distance but he’d do it for you

You agree to come with him but unfortunately you won’t be able to come anytime soon

Obviously you coming to Japan is amazing but Hinata misses you the entire time

He texts, FaceTimes, sends gifts, does whatever he can to stay close to you

When he signs with the Black Jackals, you are so excited for him

It means you won’t get to talk to him as much because of practice ☹️

And when he talks about his debut game, he’s sad you can’t be there to see him

Or can you 🙃

Because you’ve been planning a surprise this entire time!

You arranged everything and you are ready to head for Japan!

Through Hinata, you met Yachi, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima and they agree to help you surprise Hinata

When it comes time for the game, Hinata is confused because he’s been trying to reach you all day

He’s wondering why you are responding to his texts or calls

It actually makes him super sad 😔

Thankfully MSBY is there to cheer him up!

“I’m sure Yn is just sleeping!” Bokuto says

“Or maybe out with friends!” Atsumu adds

“But Yn doesn’t have friends Yeah I’m sure that’s it,” Hinata sighs

You make your way to your seat, your #21 Hinata jersey in tow 💅

MSBY comes out and Hinata puts on his smile, despite feeling down

He looks up to the crowd and his eyes instantly land on you

You 👉🏻😁👋🏻

Hinata 👉🏻 ☹️😐😳🥹

He’s seriously so excited to see you and he’s instantly stoked!!

Hinata’s on fire now and he’s ready to dominate!

During the game, you get to watch him play indoor volleyball and it’s amazing

You hadn’t gotten to see much indoor play so your jaw was on the floor the entire time

After the game, you ran down to see Hinata and the moment he saw you, he ignores everyone and runs to you

“You came Yn, you really came!” He shouts, hugging you and giving you the biggest kiss ever!

“I did Sho and I’m so glad I did!” ♥️

[brainemptynothoughts]

Part 2 of Strawberry Shenanigans

Part 1 here!

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple pocky game between you and Gojo. You were both bored and Gojo was the one who came up with the idea in the first place. It was a simple game meant to cure boredom but how did you end up straddling Gojo's lap, his arms around your waist as he stares at you with those beautiful blue eyes, a seductive look on his face!?!

warning: 18+ minors avoid!

tags: Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Fluff and Smut, Lap sex

word count: 3684

For some reason, Satoru's face was smushed into your chest. You couldn’t see his face, only his white hair. You could feel him breathing, his hands were wrapped snugly around your waist, pulling your body into his. 

“So how long do you plan to use me as your living teddy bear?” You asked Satoru in amusement. 

“As long as you permit me to,” he yawns, pressing his face even deeper into your chest. “Tiddy soft and warm, don’t ever wanna let go of ya.” 

You chuckle, playfully swatting at his shoulder. “Pervert. Well you need to let go of me soon, I need to go take a shower soon.” 

“Gimme a couple more minutes then we go shower together,” Satoru replied sleepily. 

“Hmm? I don’t recall you inviting you to shower with me.” 

“We need to conserve water, don’t you know how expensive water bills are nowaday?” 

“That rich coming from a guy who takes 2 hours in the bathtub. Doesn’t your clan pay your water bills anyways?” 

“No comment. Hey babe?” 

“Yea?”

“Let's have sex.” 

“What.” 

“Right here, right now. I want to take you now,” Satoru peels himself away from your chest and stares at you. His blue eyes resembled sad puppy eyes but you could see the hint of mischief sparkling. 

“Yo….you haven’t even taken me on a date yet!” You stuttered quite flustered by what he said. 

“I'll make it up to you. Please?” He pouted even harder. 

"I... I... I..." It was getting incredibly hard to look at Satoru. So you turn your head to the side trying to hide your embarrassed face. Normally whenever Satoru pouts, you had to resist the urge to punch him but the request he just made had you seriously consider it. 

Satoru gently puts his hands on your face and makes you turn to look back at him. “I know you want it”. He leans into your ear and whispers, “I heard you masturbating, whimpering my name.” 

You choke, your face flushed. You have never ever been so embarrassed like this before. If only the ground would swallow you now. "N-No way...I w-wasn't that loud…” 

Satoru tilts his head back and lets out a loud laugh, his hands letting go on your face. He wheezes very hard, you could hear him gasping for air. His head tilted to the side, a teasing look on his face. “I was kidding! Made a guess, damn that so cute.” He grins evilly at you, “Soo what you were thinking of when you masturbated to me huh? Me taking you in my bed while I whisper sweet things into your ear? Or maybe…you prefer it rough and hard as I fuck you stupid against a wall?” 

Sirens were going off like crazy in your head. Oh you were so mortified. You couldn’t even jump out the window to escape since you were on the ground floor. Heart thumping crazily hard, you became aware of how heavily you were sweating. You catch a glimpse of your reflection, seeing how red your face was. 

“I did the same too. Thought of under me moaning my name while I watch my cock slide in and out of you. Thought a lot more nasty stuff too. Want me to describe them?” You were too speechless to say anything. 

“Sorry, did I tease you too much?” Satoru puts his head against your forehead. “If I say anything more, I think you will explode.” 

You draw a heavy breath mustering strength to regain yourself, “Well no shit.”  

“Ahh there your pretty voice again. I wonder how it will sound like screaming my name?” He smirks, eyes fluttering at you.

“SATORU!!!” 

“Ok heh I stop.” His teasing face shifted to a more serious look. “You don’t understand what you do to me. Do you know how many times I jacked off to you, wishing I had the real thing? Your so fucking pretty, it hurts.” 

“Well,” you drawl out, “You had the real thing on your lap now. Whatcha gonna do?” 

“Hmm,” Satoru pretends to be deep in thought. “I watch those pretty tits of yours bounce as I fuck you on my lap, how bout that?” 

You nodded, “Ok” whimpering as you said it. You couldn’t help but feel aroused, clenching your thighs against Satoru's waist. He moans and grips your thighs. “Oh the things I'm going to do to you, pretty girl. You're gonna be screaming my name all night.” 

Your heart beats fast, as you mentally prepare yourself for what gonna happen. Satoru licks your lips, you moan softly, and his tongue slips into your mouth. It was a gentle kiss as Satoru takes his time exploring your mouth. His tongues entwined with yours. For a long time he kissed you and the two of you were lost in each other's lips. His lips left yours and he looks at you fondly, adoration in his eyes. He looks so gentle, the moonlight bathing over him. His white hair resembles the clouds. His eyes draw in you like the deep blue of the ocean. You were drowning in him, all that you think of was him. At that moment, he didn’t look like the world strongest sorcerer. He was just an ordinary man who looked at you like you were his everything. 

You tugged at his white tee. “Off,” you softly demanded. Satoru removes his tee in one swift movement. You could see his abs flexing, his chest moving up and down. You traced his muscles and scars, admiring the man under you. He was sculpted like a Greek god, leaving you breathless. You glanced at his face, it was slightly turning red. He was breathing heavily. Your eyes catch his, a gaze that nearly has you melting. Your eyes left his to look at his pecs. They were much bigger than you thought. You lightly squeezed them. You whisper faintly, “Damn your mantiddies are huger than mine.” 

Satoru blinks looking dumbstruck before letting out a laugh. “Way to ruin the mood, babe.” He sweeps his hair back in a very attractive way. “As much as I love to take my time enjoying you, I’m so hard it hurts.” 

“Eh?” You feel something hard poking your thighs. Was that always there before or were you so focused on enjoying Satoru's body that you miss that? Your head whiplashes to look at Satoru, your cheeks feeling red and heavy. Satoru grinds against you and you let out a choke as you feel his bulge. His hand takes yours and he places your hand on his bulge. Your eyes shot wide open. His hand enveloping your forcefully made your hand squeeze his erection. It felt big and hot. Your hand jerks away as you stare at Satoru feeling aroused. 

“If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to cum soon. I rather cum you inside you. Here what gonna happen. I’m going to take off your clothes ok, baby gurl?” You nodded really hard in response, eager for Satoru touches. 

“That my girl,” he whispers seductively. His hands unbuttons your blouse, one button at a time. It felt like time had slowed down, you focused on yours and Satoru breathing. Your blouse now fully unbuttoned, your chest revealing a light blue bra. Satoru stares at your chest for a moment. “Is that the lingerie set, I saw you staring at it through the window and made fun of you, the other day we were shopping together?” 

“Yes…” you shyly admit. This particular piece caught your eyes as its blue and white hues reminded you of Satoru. “Do you like it?” 

“Fuck yea I do. Fuck, you look so incredibly fucking sexy right now. How did I ever get someone as beautiful as you to like me back?” He murmurs. He yanks your bra down and squeezes your chest. You let out a groan. His hands grope at your chest, playing with it. His thumb traces your areola, brushing against a nipple. You shivered and whimpered.  “So sensitive,” Satoru murmurs. His tongue teasing your breasts as he did a short lick on a nipple, your hips bucking as he did that. “Please…” You cried out. Your hands are placed on Satoru chest to support yourself. 

“Please what? Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want, darling,” he teases as continue to trail his tongue on your chest. “Please play with my chest….” you said quietly, slightly embarrassed. “As you wish, Princess.” He licks at your nipple and takes it into his mouth. His mouth feels warm and wet as you bite back a moan. He gently sucks at the bud. You feel his other hand teasing your other nipple. Satoru releases your nipple from his lips only to suck on it hard. While he does that, he pinches the other nipple. He releases your nipple with a pop and repeats to the other nipple. He does this for a few minutes and you could feel yourself getting even wetter. 

You couldn’t help but grind yourself on his leg. Satoru notices this and presses his leg into your crotch. You cry out his name as his leg rubs against your crotch. His hands lightly tugs at both of your nipples. You feel a shudder coursing through your entire body. You grab hold of Satoru shoulders as you feel yourself melting in pleasure. He pinches your nipples hard and that when you feel yourself cumming. You let out a mewl as you cum over Satoru jeans. Satoru assists you through this as he watches your orgasm with a drunk look in his eyes. You pant feeling overstimulated as he continues to play with your chest. 

“Nggh…Toru too much..” you whined. You felt teary and drool from your mouth. Satoru's hands were just too good. His hands reluctantly let go of your chest. “You feeling ok? Do you need a break before we continue?” He looked worried, thinking he may have teased you too much. “Mhm I’m fine. Don’t you dare stop.”

Satoru moves his hands down your hips stopping at your skirt. He hikes your skirt up to your waist and lets out a groan seeing the matching blue underwear to the bra. “You look good enough to eat,” he murmurs appreciatively. He looks fondly at the stockings you were wearing. “I’m so glad I brought you those.” He hooks his finger under your stocking, draws it back, and lets it snack back against your leg. You jerked as he did that. Your hand moves to take the stockings off but his hand stops you. “Keep them on.” 

He thumbs at your underwear, his large hand gently cupping your crotch. “Damn you're already so wet and we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. You're such a dirty girl.” He moves to take off your underwear and put them in his pocket. “Hey! I like that one.” You click your tongue at him. “I’m keeping this as a souvenir. I buy you more underwear in the future,” Satoru purred. 

You feel the cold air hitting your cunt. Satoru slides his fingers between your lips. He parts apart your folds and lets out a whistle, admiring your cunt. You let out a whine hiding your face behind your hands. He lightly flicks at your clit. “Oiii no hiding that gorgeous face of yours or you don’t get to cum.” You reluctantly did as he said. 

He teasingly sips a finger across your slit, dipping it in and withdrawing it just as quickly. “My look at how wet you are.” He shows you his finger covered in your arousal. He licks his finger. “Mhm you taste so good but I guess I will eat you out another day.” Your stomach tightens, witnessing such a scene.  

Satoru slowly eases his ring finger into your cunt, knuckle deep.  You were already so wet, he inserted another finger. “Damn your tight,” he sensually said. His fingers pushed in and out of you. He took his time dragging his fingers against your walls. The only sounds you heard were wet sloppy noises of Satoru fingering you. He kisses your collarbone to distract you from the pain. As he finger you, he hit a sensitive part of your walls and you jerked hard, trembling. He raises his eyebrow, “Oh?” His fingers curl around that spot and you let out a breathy whine. “A-ah! That feels good…”

“Is that so?” His fingers left your cunt, only to shove it back in, hitting your g-spot. You made a strangled noise. His fingers start to move faster and harder. He starts at a brutal pace, scissoring you intensively. It felt so good, you felt yourself shaking all over. Just as you felt like you were about to climax, Satoru pulled his fingers away from your cunt. “Wh-why did you stop?!” You looked at him with teary eyes, angry that he denied you your pleasure. “Just wanted to see your reaction lol.” 

“You- !” Whatever you were about to say disappears, as Satoru pinches your clit hard. You moan and glanced at him angrily. He cups your chin, “You should see how cute you are right now. Watery eyes,” he drags this thumb over your lips, “Drooling. Nipples hard,” as he captures your nipples with his fingers before letting go. He dips his fingers into your folds, “This pussy all wet for me. Such a beautiful sight.” 

You shiver at his words but still pissed at him from stopping you cum. You take his hand and lead it to your cunt. “Toru. Please. I am begging you. Let me cum or else the next time I will tie you up and put a cock ring on you.” 

Satoru gasps then grins evilly. “Oya oya oya. So you're saying there gonna be a next time?” You realized you fucked up and just gave Satoru ammunition to tease you even more. “I take that as a promise. But it will be you tied up with a vibrator inside your pussy.” 

“Wha-?” You choked on your words as Satour thrusts his fingers back inside your cunt. He feels you tighten around his fingers and let out a moan. Another finger plays with your clit. The angles his wrist is going at make you nearly see stars. His hands reach for a nipple and pinches it. “Cum for me,” he softly demanded. You feel waves of pleasure rippling over your body as you cum hard. Satoru doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers into you, he just thrust even faster. By the time you stop cumming, you try to buckle your hips away from Satoru fingers. It was just too much. You felt so sensitive. Satoru fingers left your cunt and swears your own arousal all over your folds.” 

You decided you were done with all of Satoru teasing. So you grabbed his belt and pulled it towards you. Satoru jerks against you as he looks at you with surprise. His forehead nearly hits yours as you stare straight into your eyes. “Gojo Satoru, if you don’t put your dick in me right now I swear I’m going to break your Digimon console!!” 

His eyes widened, “Please don’t. Do you know how much time I spent on that?!” He bites back what he was going to say next as you look so mad at him, he was fearing for his Digimon. “Ok..babe. No worries. I make sure you experience the best dicking down of your life!” He quickly takes off his belt and pulls down his jeans. He slides down his boxers. Fuck. You stared at his dick. Ok wow. That was a lot bigger than you thought it was. “Admiring my dick hmm? I can’t wait to put it into you. I need to hear you scream.” He pulls out his wallet from his pocket. You see him pull out a condom. You raise your brow. Did you saw wrong or was that condom labeled “Extra Large”? He smirks, “Always carried one around me just in case there was ever an opportunity to fuck you.” He pulls on the condom on his dick. “I take responsibility if anything happens.” 

You could let out a whimper, “Please…put it in me already.” His hands gently grabbed your waist and directed it over the tip of his cock. You gripped Satoru's shoulders tightly. “Let me.” You slowly sat yourself down on his cock. Fuck. He was huge. You wince in pain as he stretches you open. You managed to get all of his dick into you. You move to sit more comfortably in his lap. You took some time to adjust how big his dick was. So all that talk of how massive his cock was was actually true, you thought. Maybe all of his brain cells went down to his dick inside. 

You took a deep breath and slowly lifted yourself on Satoru dick. You stop at the tip and slide back down. In and out. You repeated this for a couple minutes. While you do this, Satoru whimpers noisily. He looks at you hungrily. You can tell it takes all of his willpower not to thrust into you. Time to spice things up a bit. Again you reach the tip of dick then you slam your hips back down. Satoru moans your name as you let out a mewl. You started to bounce yourself on his dick eagerly. The noises that Satoru made sounded heavenly. You set a nice pace that wasn’t too fast or slow as you ride his lap. You delve your tongue in his lips as he lets you in. The two of you made out messily, your hands around his neck while he was gripping your waist tightly. 

He moans out your name desperately, his hips stuttering against yours.  Satoru pulls you off his dick and rests his forehead against you. You blink, “Why did you stop?” 

“Your pussy is too dangerous. You almost made me cum.” 

“Oh. That's cute,” you smiled. 

He scrunches his brow in a cute way, “Mhm not cute. I’m very sexy.” 

You giggle, “Whatever you say you big baby ah- !” You cried out his name as his waist held you still while he thrust back right into your g-spot. His dick slamming into yours felt so delicious, mixing pain with pleasure. You felt your walls tingling as he made you slam you in and out of him. You had no control over your body. All you felt was Satoru's warm embrace. Your nails claw at his back as he continues to cruelly thrusting into you. He pulls you even closer to him. The new angle makes you scream his name even louder. “I love you,” he whispered. The way he said it was so gentle compared to the way his dick was harshly slamming into your cunt. 

“Your mine,” he snarls. He slaps your ass and your arched your back mewling. He grabs your ass tightly and you were sure that that would leave marks later. His kisses were hot and frantic. He holds onto you so tightly. His eyes lovelily caress your body. He admires the hickeys he left on your neck and collarbones. The sneakily placed red marks decorated your breasts. Your unbuttoned blouse barely stays on your shoulders. The way how your tits bounce in his face. The blue and white lingerie makes you look like a goddess. He knows you brought it because of the way it reminds him of you. The sounds your pussy makes as it clenches ever so deliciously on his dick. He loves you very much. He presses kisses everywhere he can on your body. You make him feel alive. His heart only flutters for you. He can feel that you are soon about to hit your climax. A finger tugged at your nipple. 

Satoru rubs your clit hard, “Cum for me baby,” he rasped out. In his words, you let go. You dig into his shoulders whining his name as your hips stutter. He repeats your name like a mantra as he keeps pounding into you. You breathily scream his name as you come down for your high. Satoru shortly orgasm after yours. He made sure to keep bouncing your hips as he cums into you. His fast pace became erratic as he chased after his own pleasure. You rested your head against his neck, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. That was the best orgasm you ever had in your life. Your heart content and pussy filled with Satoru dick. You sighed happily, feeling sleepy. “So good Toru,” you slurred out. His arms pulled your body into a hug. “Told you, I’m the best.” 

“Now you owe me a new pair of underwear and a date,” you smiled softly. 

“I buy you as much underwear as you want. I make sure our first date is special and romantic as fuck.” He winks. “I need to ask you a couple questions to end the Satoru Dick Survey?” 

“Yea?” You laughed admiring his afterglow.

“1! What is your favorite gem? 2, what kind of band do you want? 3, Where do you want our wedding to take place?” He asks playfully. You were surprised for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. “That eager huh? I think I would make good wife material. Not sure if you make good husband material though.” You jest at him. 

“I’m sexy, rich, and fun. I am prime husband material! I can even reserve an entire resort for our honeymoon,” he pouts but you can see his eyes glitter mischievously. 

“Yea yea,” you laughed, hugging him. “At least take me on our first date first!” 

“Promise.” Satoru holds out his pinky. You entwined your pinky with his. 

“Pinky promised. For our first date, I want to eat wagyu and lobsters. Ohh and a fancy dessert bar,” you grinned. 

“Noted. I make sure our first date is so special that you will remember it even when you're old. Now that you're with me, you should know I’m a lifelong commitment. I’m yours forever,” Satoru smiles. 

[smuttyfang]

Goro Takemura. His Muse

"Can I request Goro Takemura/female reader please? Goro secretly being a poet and the reader being his muse that he falls in love with (I'm really craving something sexy and romantic with a happy ending about this gorgeous man). It's just something from his culture that gives him a sense of peace from time to time in the brutal world he lives and works in."

Words: 1,562

Good thing you had a few drinks at Lizzie's before showing up. How could you not? This was ridiculous.

"Damn, why does he have to choose the most awful meeting places?" Heading to the address Takemura had given you a few hours prior, you realized it was some shitty, cheap motel. He had decided to meet with you the day before a mission you both had agreed to do. According to him, you both needed to do a lot of discussing and planning beforehand. According to you, however, planning ahead was pointless almost all of the time in your line of work.

"Could just wing it, like we have most other shit.." You sighed to yourself, walking closer to the building. Your head was still pretty fuzzy from your drinks. You were never one for planning ahead when nothing ever seemed to go according to any sort of plan in the first place. You both worked well together though, despite not agreeing on that. "The No Tell Motel.." What a name. Shaking your head, you stumbled inside the building. It was not necessarily in awful condition, but it seemed.. dirty. Seemed more like the was a place for hooking up, more than having conversation. Although, it's not like you'd have a problem with that happening.. Ever since you had met Goro, you found it difficult to focus on anything when you were working together. Your eyes would just stay trained on him. He had often asked you several times why you were staring at him. How easily you could pass it off as nothing while in reality, your mind was racing with so many thoughts of being with him.. "Ugh, stop it." You told yourself. "There's no way he would." Trying your best to remove the thoughts, you approached the room number specified in his message. You had a hunch to press your ear to the door, wondering if you could hear anything from him. The only thing you could hear was some mumbling.

"Hmm.. maybe.." Not every word was clear. ".. no, that word.. good.." Curious, you looked around to make sure nobody happened to be watching you. You silently picked at the lock on the door, trying your best to be as quiet as possible to not draw his attention. Lightly pushing on the door, you cracked it open to peek inside. Takemura was sitting on the couch inside of the room. He had a small notepad in his hand, writing something down. He was thinking pretty hard on whatever it was. There's no way he would ever be stupid enough to leave a paper trail for any missions, so your curiosity was killing you. Feeling a little mischievous, you suddenly pushed on the door hard enough to make it slam against the wall behind it.

"Hey, Goro." You giggled casually as you strutted inside the room. He was never someone who got startled or scared easily, but he did slightly jump at your actions. He quickly put his notepad he had previously been writing on inside of his jacket pocket, along with his pen. He stood up, sighing in frustration.

"Was that really necessary?" He went to the door behind you, closing it and locking it back. "I put my own secure lock on this door, so that we could not be disturbed. But you disturbed me yourself." He was always so serious. "You smell like alcohol."

"Just thought I'd try to spook ya a little. Relax." You plopped yourself down, lying on the bed and looking around the room. The room did look much cleaner than the outside of the motel. It was quite dim, and didn't have much in the way of lighting. Only a lamp by the bedside. "You know I can break any lock. Also, I had some drinks at Lizzie's. Job ain't 'till tomorrow."

"Unfortunately for me, yes you can." Goro walked back to the couch and sat down. "We must discuss our plan for tomorrow. You must be able to remember."

"I'd much rather talk about what you were writing before I came in here." He leaned back into the couch, sighing and letting his body slightly relax. The sight of his white shirt showing his chest made you excited.

"I should have known you were watching me. I was simply writing. Nothing more." You enjoyed annoying him, and were feeling a little brave from the alcohol, so you persisted.

"Writing what? No reason to write anything down for a mission." You sat up, kicking off your shoes and pulling your jacket off. You tossed it on top of your shoes. Your body was feeling hot with the drinks still running through you.

"It is a hobby. Nothing more. We have more important matters to discuss." He could be extremely frustrating to talk to sometimes.

"We have all night to talk about that. Just chat with me for a while, Goro. We have to work together, I don't see why we can't enjoy each other's company while we are at it." He stared at you for a minute, eventually relaxing his face a little.

"I suppose we may work better together that way." You rolled your eyes. He seemed to only ever think about work. It made you a little sad to think about it. "I write poetry. It can be quite relaxing." Telling you this, his tone of voice suggested that he expected you to consider it silly. You didn't though.

"That is interesting. It's also a big part of your heritage isn't it?" He nodded his head. "What do you write about? Have anything that really gives you inspiration?"

"You." You quite literally could not believe your ears. You were so taken aback that it was difficult to find anything to say. When you looked at him, he was deadpan.

"You can't be serious." You were waiting for him to tell you he was kidding around.

"I am." He was actually serious.

"What.. what is there to write about me? I ain't special.." You shrugged your shoulders.

"You are beautiful." Surely you must have been dreaming at this point.

"I, uh.. how drunk am I?" Your face felt incredibly hot at this point, almost burning.

"You are a little, but not too much." He still wasn't showing any emotion. He was one of the few people you couldn't read very well, unfortunately.

"For real? Thanks.." You were positive that you were about to pass out. There was, what felt like, an eternally lasting silence. This sort of opening was what you had always wanted with him, but now that it was here and happening in front of you, you had no idea what to do about it. Working up the smallest bit of courage you could manage, (thank you, alcohol), you finally spoke up. "You're handsome, I've always thought so."

"Is that why you stare at me so much?" You nodded your head to him. "I see." Another long silence.

"Did you really bring me here to talk about the job?" You asked him. Standing up, you walked to the couch he was on and sat beside of him. "What do you write about? Inspired by me?" He cleared his throat and sat up.

"I did ask you here for the job. I would rather not discuss my poems in this moment. Maybe another time." He took a quick glance down at your chest before his eyes quickly shot back up to your eyes.

"Then.. can I hear more about how beautiful I am?" You giggled, braving your fear and placing your hand on his knee. He stiffened.

"O-of course. Now that you are so close to me though, I do not know if I can find the words to describe it." He was visibly nervous, but doing his best to hide it. Soon, before you even realized what was happening, Takemura put his hand on your cheek, gently rubbing with his thumb. "Your face is very warm." This was your only chance.

"Make it warmer." You demanded. Taking his opportunity, he pulled your face to his, pressing his lips to yours. His lips were rough against yours. His kiss quickly intensified, his tongue working it's way into your mouth. Hands wandered to other places, his on your hips and yours on his chest. Standing up in sync with each other, you both began walking toward the bed, not breaking the kiss until you took off each others shirts. You fell backward onto the bed, and Goro quickly closed the distance. This made his hips perfectly align with yours, and you immediately felt how hard he was. His cock pressed hard into you, making you moan into the kiss. It felt like he was bigger than you would have expected.. He pulled away breathless, so that he could take in your figure. Your bra had already been torn away. His gaze felt so intense and full of lust.

"You are even more beautiful that I could have expected."

AO3

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober 2022 Day 5: Orange

ao3 fic link. series link.

“Can I tell you a joke?” Esme asks, the little alien basically vibrating with excitement as she does.

There’s no way Lena could ever say no to her, not with those wide, hopeful eyes and a grin that reminds her of Kara.

“Of course, you can, sweetie.”

“Okay.” Esme clasps her little hands together, face taking on a more serious expression. “Knock, knock.”

Lena smiles. “Who’s there?”

“Red.”

“Red who?”

“Knock, knock,” Esme repeats, a small smile making its way onto her face.

“Who’s there?” Lena asks again. This is going to be a bad joke, she can feel it.

“Red.”

“Red who?”

“Knock, knock,” Esme starts again, getting more and more excited with each word.

If it were anyone else, Lena would’ve rolled her eyes at the joke by now, or let’s be honest, Kara is the only one who tells her bad jokes, and while she’d roll her eyes, she’d listen until the end, just to see the beaming smile on Kara’s face when she said the punchline.

It’s the exact same thing with Esme.

“Who’s there?”

“Orange,” Esme grins, and even though Lena doesn’t know what’s coming, she grins too.

“Orange who?” Lena asks.

“Orange you glad I didn’t say red!” As soon as the words are out of Esme’s mouth, the little girl dissolves into laughter.

Lena would do anything for this little girl.

And she was right, that was a terrible joke.

“Did you like my joke?” Esme asks, voice quieter, once her laughter has died down.

“I did,” Lena smiles, but only because it made Esme smile. “I think Aunt Kara would like that joke too, have you told her?”

“She told it to me!” Esme exclaims.

Lena looks across the room and meets Kara’s eyes, finds her girlfriend already watching them with a smile. “Of course, she did.”

Lena’s not sure if Kara was listening to them, or just happened to look over right before she did, but Kara makes her way towards them. Lena’s question is answered with Kara’s next words.

“Have you been stealing my jokes?” Kara asks, arms going around Esme’s waist, picking the little girl up, tickling her until she’s breathless with laughter.

“Aunt Kara!” Esme manages to say through her giggles.

“Yes, Esme?” Kara asks, looking the picture of innocence as she deposits her niece back on the ground. 

“Do you have any more jokes?” Esme asks once she’s righted herself.

“Hmm…” Kara pretends to think, when Lena knows for a fact Kara has dozens. Lena doesn’t entirely get it, the jokes aren’t funny at all, but the way Kara says them, the way she lights up when she tells them, the way Kara beams at the punchline, has made Lena seek them out herself too, remember jokes she’s heard in passing, all so she can tell Kara, just to make her girlfriend smile.

“I’ve got one,” Lena cuts in.

Esme turns to look at her, eyes wide. Kara raises her eyebrow, intrigued too.

“What? I can be funny,” Lena adds under the looks from them both.

“Of course, you can be,” Kara says, leaning into Lena’s side, pressing a kiss to the side of Lena’s temple as she does. Lena will take the kiss, even if Kara’s tone sounds slightly patronising.

“What’s your joke?” Esme asks, rapt attention now solely on Lena.

“What is a balloon’s least favourite type of music?” Lena asks. She pauses for a moment after the question, can tell Kara is trying to think of an answer while Esme just waits patiently for the punchline. Her joke is dumb but she knows her audience, knows they’ll both like it.

“Pop.”

As expected, Esme breaks down in giggles again while Kara grins.

“Aunt Lena, can I go and tell Nia?” Esme asks waiting for Lena’s slightly stunned nod, Lena’s breath suddenly stuck in her throat. Esme races off across the room, intent on talking to Nia.

“She called me ‘Aunt Lena’,” Lena breathes, eyes still on Esme.

“Because you are,” Kara simply replies, stepping into her personal space again now that they’re alone, arms snaking around Lena’s waist to pull her close, drawing Lena’s attention back to Kara.

“Technically I’m not,” Lena says, because it’s true, she’s not, even if they do treat her like family. And this is the first time Esme has ever called her that.

“Not yet,” Kara amends, which makes Lena’s breath catch for a different reason. “But one day you will be. Officially.”

“You want to marry me?” Lena asks, eyes wide.

Kara rolls her eyes with a smile, fingers squeezing Lena’s sides. “Lena, we’ve talked about this before, you know I want to marry you.”

“I know,” Lena smiles. “It’s just nice to hear you say it.”

It still is a surprise that Kara wants to marry her, still makes her wonder how she got so lucky that Kara loves her too. But she knows Kara does love her, knows one day she wants to get married, knows she wants to spend the rest of her life with Lena, and that makes Lena happy beyond words, because she feels the exact same way.

Kara shakes her head with a fond smile before she tilts forward, warm lips pressing against Lena’s. Lena melts into the contact, into the familiarity and warmth of Kara’s kiss.

A small body crashes into their legs, breaking them apart.

Lena looks down, finds Esme’s arms wrapped around them both, her little head tilted back to look up at them. “Nia liked your joke, do you have any more?”

Lena (only somewhat reluctantly) relinquishes her hold on Kara. She takes a seat on the couch, and pats the empty space beside her. “I have a few, want to hear some more?”

Esme nods excitedly, taking the seat beside Lena. She shuffles close, little body now pressed to Lena’s side, Kara taking the seat on the other side of Esme.

This is the family she never thought she’d have, and with Esme laughing beside her, and Kara watching them both fondly, Lena’s never felt happier.

[bentosandbox]

hell yea comics. 10, 23, 30, 40, 41 if you like

10. How do you decide what to write?

A little parasite in my brain says hmm today i will do thing and i just roll with the cringe

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

omegaverse i think it'd be extra fun when it's 2 emotionally constipated office workers vs a pairing like texlapp whoa who said that does 'daydreamed and doodled a bit but didn't start on anything solid yet' count as never written if yes its then wuxia AU where chen and lin switch places kinda (basically want to extrapolate that part in chen's op rec where the rat king invited her underground)

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

this chen and hoshi one technically but also the chen and swire one that i still havent posted in english so sorryyyyy (i wrote them at the same time iirc.. just didnt have time to draw the second one until later)

first time i forced myself to write internal monologues AND angst in an actual script on google docs instead of just dumping lines i want characters to say in my own discord server channel shoutout to my friend who gassed me up with the comments they left on the doc lmao 'damn i wanna make the angsty af introspective comics i always see' > 'wait damn i have to make it myself fawjkkkkkkkk'

idk if it affected my approach because the Very Serious chen and Lin character study comic i had planned ended up being a shitposty copybook so i went back to my old style of smashing dialogue in a notepad (if the anon that sent the ask about this comic sees this sorry i got cold feet and i still havent exported it out of my tablet)

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

we don't have a choice do we...

i did just reread the fic i mention below tehe i do reread CN fics way more because sometimes ill be lazy and read it through machine translate while other times i'll sit down and try to translate it (in my head) while EN fics have an easier time searing into my mind

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

its not cheating right

fr tho to write fever dream-esque(?) scenarios that end in girlfail...!!

ok the chenswire one aside the nearl one is also a favourite something about looking at the tired human through the chinks in the infallible knight's armor

[the1975attheirverybest]

hes just being messy, he was with meredith in la last wednesday and then now is like very public with gab. i actually feel pretty bad for meredith, the unfollow makes me think she thought they were more serious than they were. i dont think dating casually is a crime but all parties should at least be on the same page 😕 (no need to post this just telling you)

I’m very confused by all this and I guess y’all really don’t understand boundaries, respect, or consent. But since I’ve deleted just about 40 asks about this in the past 48 hours or so, fine. I guess we are talking about this. (Not directed at you alone or anything just my general feelings on the subject and on the fandom.) you wanna talk about Matty’s love life? Let’s talk about it.

Matty is 34 years old. Which means he’s well above the legal age of consent and, yeah, god help him, as a cis straight man, he do be acting like an absolute child sometimes, BUT it’s his life. His decisions to make.

From everything that we know about him, and especially after the ENTIRE FUCKIN WORLD turned against him over the summer, he is a lot more kind, compassionate, smart, self-aware, gentle, and pure-hearted than anyone’s ever given him credit for. Even his own fans. Say what you will about Matty Healy, but if it were me, in his shoes, I’d feel more than entitled to be Turner bitter towards the public what with the way we all (yes, we, as his fans too) have been treating him. But NOPE. Matty is a way bigger person than most of us. He didn’t say a damn thing. He kept his mouth shut and his head down and he did what he needed to do, he never let any of it deter him from being vulnerable and honest with us and putting on the best fuckin show that he could possible put on every fuckin night.

If that doesn’t earn him the benefit of the doubt then I don’t know what will.

I’m not sure why or when some of us have decided that it is our place to observe what goes on in his love life, to monitor his following/followers lists, to draw conclusions based on those numbers, or to consume public glimpses of his interior life as if it’s some tv show or movie or reality tv, even when those images are taken without his consent, and decide Meredith is not “marriage material” or Gabriette has “an aesthetic that I can finally get behind” (which, by the way, is a very sexist and disgusting thing to say about them as well as Matty, but I guess this fandom is hypocritical and will turn against its own values as soon as Matty Healy’s dick is involved), but at some point apparently that happened and we started to treat him as less than human.

Fine, fine, I’ll even give you that much. Be sexist. Be judgmental and creepy and all up his ass. But to do all that and then “feel sorry for Meredith” call him a “mess”??? When you LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM?!!!!! How do know she thought it was more serious than it is??? Were you there??? Since we’re making judgements and assumptions based on the tiny fragments that we see, I’m gonna go ahead and make a judgment of my own and say since I didn’t see you in the middle holding one of his hands and one of hers, then you weren’t there. So why do you feel qualified to talk about what he may or may not have done??? Do you know him? Is he your bestie???? Did he confide in you??? Hmm? Fuckin tell me!!!!

To summarize: he’s a form of entertainment to you. You don’t care about his boundaries. And you have such a low opinion of him that (despite him proving in what is objectively one of the worst things to happen to a public figure, that he’s endlessly graceful and kind) you will comfortably assume the worst of him without A SHRED OF ANYTHING REMOTELY RESEMBLING EVIDENCE. So….why are you a fan? Hmm? Why do you feel comfortable supporting someone you think so little or and have no respect for as a human being?

If any of you really think “he deserve love” and “he deserves companionship.” Then you’d shut the fuck up, stop engaging with content that commodities and dehumanizes him, and mind your fuckin business for fucks sakes.

I mean, how would you like it if, based on a 7 second story on Instagram, or a tweet you made about your personal life or whatever, I (somehow who knows absolutely nothing about you) came up to you and was like “omg I noticed so and so has unfollowed you. Then two days later you posted a pic with this other person. You must have really crushed someone’s heart and led them on making them believe you were more serious than you actually were. And now you’re using this other person who appeared in a picture with you. That is concerning behavior my friend.” If you’re okay with me doing that to you then you and I must live wildly different realities.

[patchworkorphan]

The Immortal Hunter: part three

“Let the boy go, Wolfe. He doesn’t know anything about the immortal hunter,” said Heath, barely suppressing a growl. “He’s innocent.”

Wolfe laughed. “You say that as if innocence means anything to me, fledgling. I’ve been alive so long innocence and guilt bleed into the endless stream of time.”

“Would you like me to end your suffering then, or are you just going to make others suffer for your amusement?”

“Big talk for a bloodless vampire currently trapped by their sire,” said Wolfe, cruel grey eyes finding Heath’s and relishing in his wide-eyed surprise.

“Felix told me, of course. Your love for humanity, to the point where you abstain from drinking their blood. I bet you’re more attuned to it than even Felix or I, hmm? I bet you can hear poor Killian’s heart racing at the thought of being turned, at the injustice of it all. Every beat of blood pumping through his veins. Your restraint is astonishing.”

“If you’re trying to flirt, I have to let you know I draw the line at psychopaths.”

“And yet you just crawled out of Celeste’s bed.”

Heath lunged for the grey eyed vampire, but Felix managed to restrain him with such ease Heath thought he deserved Wolfe’s smug laughter.

“Touchy subject?”

Heath still struggled in Felix’s hold, but Felix just held him against his chest. Arms wrapped around his waist and shoulder like iron not budging in their grip. The helplessness transported Heath back to when he was human, and Felix would toy with him. Showing him how weak of a human he was, and how his heart was only still beating out of Felix’s mercy.

Heath vowed to never be so weak again, and yet here he was. Powerless, like before. He couldn’t even save the same fate from happening to Killian. A boy he had just met yesterday and doomed with an exchange of a couple words.

“Hush now, Heath. Calm down, you’ll only tire yourself out,” Felix whispered in his ear and Heath threw an elbow back trying to hit Felix’s face.

“You’re a bastard, Felix,” Heath seethed. “Yet you claim to have loved and missed me.”

“I did. You’re so cute when you’re riled up,” Felix said sweetly, ducking his nose into the place between Heath’s neck and shoulder and sniffed in a lungful of air. Heath froze. Paralysed from a forgotten fear, of when Felix was toying with him. “I sometimes regret turning you, it’s true. I miss when you were powerless to stop me. Frozen like this beneath me. Muscles tensed. At least you still have that amazing scent of the old blood.”

“Fuck you,” Heath muttered when he found his voice again, and he thanked the gods that his voice didn’t shake. Lifting his head, he looked at Wolfe through narrowed eyes. “You want to know about The Immortal Hunter? Fine. He’s dead.”

Wolfe blinked at him. Then he started laughing, that same booming laughter ricocheting around the basement. Felix behind Heath however, tightened his grip ever so slightly.

Good, Heath thought. At least one of these idiots believe me.

“You really wanna gamble poor Killian’s life on the hunter, the immortal hunter being dead? Do you take me for a fool, boy?”

“Yes,” Heath said easily. He wanted to throw a parade when his cool façade slipped over his face, he could do this. He could save Killian. “But I’m telling you the truth. The Immortal hunter’s blood runs through my veins, that’s why my blood even now is a beacon to you bloodfuckers. I’m your natural enemy. My blood sings to you so you come close enough to get drunk on it, and then the hunter kills you.”

Wolfe stared, looking over Heath’s shoulder at Felix then back to Heath. His face morphing into a more serious expression.

“You’re not saying that you were the immortal hunter?”

“You were always very strong for a human,” Felix murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

“No. That’s not true. You’re lying,” Wolfe growled, crossing the room in an instant with two long strides and getting up in Heath’s face. “You can’t be. The immortal hunter can’t be a vampire. They can’t be turned.”

Heath’s expression turned grim. “Yeah. I guess we both thought wrong, hmm?” Heath said, voice cracking in the middle. He looked away from Wolfe’s unsettling stare.

Felix shifted behind Heath. Slowly he took his cage like arms away, releasing Heath. Heath turned in surprise, but Felix wasn’t looking at Heath. He was looking at Wolfe.

“Wolfe. A word,” he said, and he didn’t wait for a response as he walked towards the basement door. Wolfe looked at Heath, then at the wall Felix disappeared behind. He grabbed Heath by the collar of his shirt and brought him close.

“If you untie the boy, I’ll make sure he is turned. Stay here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Heath replied, hands up in surrender. Heath waited until he heard the basement door open and shut a second time before looking at Killian still tied to the chair and strolling over.

“I’m sorry,” Heath said, plopping down onto the ground in front of Killian sitting cross legged.

Killian shrugged. “I know the risks of partying with vampires.”

“Still. I’m sorry. Here,” Heath bit his wrist, deep enough for the blood to flow and offered it to Killian, but Killian sat back further in his chair, shaking his head. “It’ll heal you.”

“I don’t do vampire blood,” Killian said. “I don’t want to risk it.”

Heath looked at him for a moment then smiled sadly and pulled his wrist back.

“I didn’t either,” he said softly. “As a human I mean. Felix would force me to drink his after he was done torturing me. He wanted me fresh every day, to be clean. So, he could start from scratch again the next day.”

“Jesus. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But I admire your principles. Except telling a vampire your name. How did Wolfe find out?”

Killian looked away. Lips scrunching up in annoyance.

“He told me he was human. Didn’t have red eyes. Didn’t know vampires could have normal eyes. He said he was staff too.”

“If it’s any consolation, I didn’t know vampires could have normal eyes either.”

“You mean you don’t know what he is?”

“Very old?” Heath offered, watching the blood drip down his wrist, stopping the wound from healing. “Perhaps familiar with magic. Contacts? Who knows.”

Killian started laughing. It was light and airy, and full of mirth, and when he caught Heath’s eyes, he started laughing harder. Heath smiled, and unbeknownst to himself the wound healed.

After the last couple of stray laughs died on his lips, Killian’s face settled into a fond smile. Then the smile faded, and his face turned sad. “Wolfe’s going to kill me, isn’t he?”

Heath let out a breath through his nose. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Maybe I should drink your blood,” Killian said. “At least then my sister wouldn’t—”

Heath shook his head, and Killian’s breathing became harder. “Right,” Killian said, his voice breaking. “Family isn’t worth it, right? They won’t thank me for it, right? Death is preferable. Maybe in your experience…”

“Killian. . .”

“But it’s my life! My death! I should get the choice at least?” he said, but it came out as more of a question. Heath searched his face with sad eyes. This was cruel. At least when Heath was turned his choice was taken from him. He knew what he was getting into. This boy didn’t. This human boy, so afraid of death because he didn’t want to leave his family behind.

“If they kill you –” Heath began softly, looking Killian in the eye. “If they turn you, no matter what they do… tell me your family name and I will make sure your sister lives a long, happy life.”

Killian broke down into sobs then, and Heath was there, patting his leg uselessly.

“Thank you,” he mumbled gratefully. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Touching.”

Heath was on his feet in a second, back to Killian, standing protectively in front of him as Felix and Wolfe strolled back into the room.

“Catch.”

Heath’s hand shot out before he registered what Felix had said. He looked down at the object and saw a sheathed dagger. The same dagger Heath had brought with him to kill Felix when he was still breathing.

He pulled it out an inch and saw his red eyes staring back at him with a pale face. Then he looked at the two vampires, Felix stood leaning on the wall with his arms crossed while Wolfe stood closer to Heath making himself as imposing as possible.

“Cheers.”

“It’s not a gift,” Wolfe said, voice low with that unstable growl. “Prove you’re the immortal hunter.”

“How can I prove it? Do you want me to kill you, Wolfie?”

Felix laughed catching everyone’s attention. He only reacted to Wolfe’s death stare. Felix raised a hand in his defence, “What? It was funny.”

Wolfe rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Heath. “The Immortal Hunter’s blood activates the knife.”

Heath shrugged. “So?”

“So—”

Heath didn’t have time to react before Wolfe was in front of him, claws out and slashed them down Heath’s arm.

“FUCK!” Heath yelled, dropping the knife in surprise as his eyes went to his arm. Wolfe’s claws had torn from the top of his elbow to his wrist which was currently gushing blood. “You bastard that hurt!”

“Cry me a river,” Wolfe said leaning down to pick up the knife and pressed it into Heath’s other hand. “Activate it. Now.”

“A little patience never goes astray.”

Heath’s head rocked back after Wolfe’s swift punch, forcing him to one knee as the world shook around him.

“Now, please.”

Heath shook his head out trying to reorient himself and then he looked down at the knife. “Well since you said please…”

“I don’t even think you’re worth the trouble alive,” Wolfe sneered, and Heath sniffed, blood running down his nose from Wolfe’s powerful punch.

“Technically I’m dead.”

Wolfe brought his hand back to punch him again, but Felix’s voice stopped him.

“Heath. Please. Just prove you’re the hunter or I’ll snap Killian’s pretty little neck.”

Heath glared at Felix over Wolfe’s shoulder, but he might as well have glared at a wall or a fish. Felix returned his stare completely unbothered. He even looked amused.

“Fine,” said Heath. He unsheathed the dagger and allowed the stream from his wrist to bleed down onto the knife. The black, red blood turned almost luminous when it hit the knife, the runes previously unseen igniting as Heath’s blood ran through every invisible crevice now made visible. When the blood had run its course over the surface instead of dripping to the floor, it sank into the metal as of the blade itself were liquid and grew heavier in Heath’s hand as he made his arm heal with the last of his energy.

He glanced up at Wolfe then, who looked on in an angry sort of shock, while Felix who had been far away before was suddenly right beside Heath watching the runes being revealed before his eyes.

“Incredible,” Felix whispered in awe, looking at Heath with something indiscernible in his eyes.

“So, it’s true,” Wolfe gruffed.

“What can I say,” Heath said easily. “I’m an honest kind of guy,” then he plunged the knife deep into Wolfe’s heart.

*~*~*~*~*

Continued Here

[asterkiss]

Knock Knock - Part III

This is gonna end up as some oneshot compiled together on AO3 by the end of it. Still kinda freeballing this but the main idea is there. Part I | Part II

‘Her vitals are all reading as normal,’ Stanford muttered, crouched beside his niece’s bed.’

‘Then why isn’t she waking up?’ Dipper asked, unable to hide the panic in his voice as he shifted from one foot to the other repeatedly.

‘Where’s Bill?’ Stanley asked, looking around suspiciously. ‘This definitely has something to do with him.’

‘Somebody call for me?’ The triangle flashed into the room, twirling his cane with dramatic flare although that faded as he noted the angry glares shooting in his direction. ‘Yikes, tough crowd.’

‘What did you do to Mabel, you bastard?’ Stanley snapped, raising a fist.

‘Hm? I didn’t do anything.’

‘Really?’ Stanford asked, looking disbelieving as he remained knelt beside the bed. 

The demon glanced down at the sleeping girl, drawing closer as his eye scrutinised her keenly. ‘Hmm.’

‘What does ‘hmm’ mean?’ Dipper asked, voice sharp. Yeah, they were “allies” with Bill now in a weird dysfunctional way but the demon still annoyed the heck out of him. (Mabel claimed Bill only bullied Dipper to get his attention but that didn’t make it any better!)

‘It means… your sister messed up.’

‘Huh?’

Bill floated over the girl, reaching out to poke and prod her face. Dipper scowled, about to tell him to piss off when the demon retracted and folded his arms with a click of his tongue. ‘Ah Shooting Star, what’ve you gone and done now?’

‘What has she done?’ Stanford asked. ‘Give us answers.’

Bill glanced aside at the men, thoughtful for a moment before he responded. ‘Easiest way to describe it would be that Shooting Star’s gone ahead and invited some nefarious something-something’s inside her mind.’

‘What the hell does that mean?’ Dipper asked, eyes wide. ‘Why would she ever do that?’ A pause, and his face fell as he slapped a hand over his mouth. ‘Wait. Don’t tell me, this monster looked hot.’

‘Heh heh, you think so? Thanks, Pine Tree.’

‘Huh?’

‘I suppose I am quite attractive,’ Bill said, posing.

The men stared at him flatly.

‘Wait, you’re the one she let in?’ Stanley snapped, eyes wide as he looked murderous. ‘So you did do this! You son of a bi-'

‘Well, yes but also no,’ Bill replied breezily, before his care-free attitude slowly slipped and he looked serious. ‘Alright, lemme see if I can explain this…’

>

Mabel wasn’t sure where she was.

It looked like Gravity Falls but everything was bleak and devoid of colour. And everytime she walked, it felt like there were a pair of eyes watching her every move, it felt like someone was stalking her.

But whenever she turned around there was nobody there.

There was nobody anywhere.

It was just her.

Here.

Alone.

Until it wasn’t.

‘Sup.’

She turned around, feeling a surge of relief at the sight of the dream demon. ‘Bill! Jeez, I’m glad to see you. What the heck is going on?’

The demon began to approach and Mabel wasn’t sure why but something inside her began to feel anxious.

He was drawing closer.

And closer-

‘Wait, stop,’ she said, beginning to back away.

Bill blinked. ‘Why?’

‘I…. I don’t know.’ She frowned, rubbing her right arm which suddenly had goosebumps upon it. Mabel wasn’t sure why but suddenly every fibre of her being was feeling on edge, adrenaline racing through her body for a reason she didn’t know. ‘Um… Look, can I wake up now? This is a dream right?’

The triangle paused. ‘Sure,’ he replied. ‘Just come here and take my hand, I’ll wake ya up.’ He held out a singular black hand towards her.

She’d taken his hand plenty of times before.

It was easy.

So why did the notion of taking it right now fill her with dread?

The teenager swallowed thickly, shuffling on her feet. ‘Um, is there no other way?’

‘Huh? What’s up with you, just take it. I ain't got cooties or a flesh eating disease. Not this time anyway.’

Mabel grimaced. She stared at the demon, trying to pinpoint why exactly she was feeling so on edge. It was Bill! Sure, he was still an ass at times but he was alright otherwise. He was like a mascot for the family who sometimes switched the salt for washing powder or stuffed nettles in their shoes. 

So why was she feeling such dangerous vibes where every part of her intuition was telling her to run?

‘...Uh, you… you are Bill, right?’

The demon stared at her.

And then he slowly retracted his hand.

‘Yeah,’ he replied. ‘And you let me in. Remember?’

‘Huh?’

‘You opened the door.’

The door?

Oh.

That door.

“Don’t open it!” That’s what he’d said, repeatedly. Mabel swallowed thickly, and forced a nervous laugh as Bill continued to stare. ‘Oh, haha, yeah I guess I did. Oops. That’s…. Um, is that bad?’

‘Depends on who you ask.’

Okay, that was an ominous response. She didn’t like that. She took another step back. How the hell was she meant to wake up? 

‘What do you want?’ she asked instead, stalling as she tried to figure out what to do.

The demon blinked. ‘You.’

‘Eh? Me?’

‘You opened the door and started this, so it’s you who’s gonna finish it. That's how it goes, I don't make the rules.’

‘Um, what?’ She was totally confused here. ‘What the heck are you talking about?’

‘I lied by the way.’

She froze. What?

‘Earlier.’ His eye creased in amusement. ‘When I said I was Bill. Well, kinda lying, kinda not. But it stalled ya long enough for me to do this.’ 

He snapped a finger and Mabel released a gasp as she suddenly fell down a foot into the ground. When she dropped her gaze, she found a dark and shifting pool of shadows beneath, slowly swallowing her up like quick sand. She yelled and struggled, trying to break free as she sank but this stuff had the consistency of glue. As it swallowed her up to her waist, she raised her head and looked at the triangle with alarm. 

‘Who the hell are you!? Let me go or else!!’

He appeared before her in an instant. A hand grasped her face, and she flinched as the demon cradled her jaw. She was no longer sinking any further, but she still couldn't pull free. Her heart beat erratically as she stared at the bulbous eye inches from her face. 

‘Me? I’m a fragment,’ he said, sounding oddly serious with no sign of his usual cavalier attitude. ‘And I’m here to get things back to how they should be.’

‘That just raises like a bunch more questions, you weirdo!’

‘He likes you.’

‘Huh?’

‘Bill. Me. Us.’ His finger brushed across her skin, eye narrowing. ‘How else would he try to warn you away from me?’ A pause and the dark look melted as he spoke in a light manner once more. ‘Oh well, lucky for me you don't listen to others and steamroll ahead with your own ideas. I can see why we like you. You're quite the troublemaker, arent'cha?’

‘Urgh, I have no idea what you’re talking about! Quit monologing and let me go!' She was gonna punch him in the eye. At least, that's what she planned on but she suddenly found both her arms had been caught by the churning shadows beneath and she was unable to raise them.

‘Hmm, nope.’ 

The triangle retracted his hand and floated back, offering a small wave. ‘See ya, Shooting Star.’

She was sinking again. Her eyes widened and she kept scrambling to escape but it was no use. The last thing she saw before her head went under was the sight of “Bill” watching her with glee.

[lake-archive]

Chapter 17 - Demon Tamer

AO3 Link

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: Ein schlafender Ritter und die Liebe

Characters: Mao Isara (mentioned), Mao Hara (OC), Tadashi (OC)

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Things had taken over and it became somewhat worrying in Tadashi’s humble opinion. Even if his Mistress told him to not worry about it, even if she had insisted that this was nothing in any way. Even if she had indirectly told her butler that nothing was going on in any way. Nothing at all. But did he believe it? Of course not. It had not put him at ease, given the young lady’s recent behavior. 

She hurried into her room to have one tantrum after another. All while yelling one name… Only one name echoed in her chambers each time she did. ‘Isara’. Confused, enraged, furious. It seemed that this young man made the Mistress go through so many emotions, some she could hardly control. She was always someone who had a hard time controlling said emotions, good or bad. She always had extreme reactions. Yet in this case it was extremely bad. Terrible. Just terrible. And it persisted for the next few days as well. 

So it was Tadashi’s duty to look after the young lady and make sure that she was comfortable at the very least. If there was any inconvenience he would have to take care of it personally, no buts. Even if someone might ‘disappear’ by some mysterious circumstances, no one could foretell. Surely, no one would miss this Isara guy… Right? And besides, Tadashi had promised ever since having been born into the Hara household – Protect his Master at any cost. The basic butler code, a mere duty he had to follow. Be in service to your master at all times. Be ready to even crawl through the dirt for them, their sake, their happiness. This was the mission of a butler. And so he also had to know who this Isara was.

It had taken place behind the back of his young Mistress, Tadashi, disguising himself as one of the teachers. He looked too old to be a student after all, one would grow suspicious right the second. So the teacher had to get up. Imitating to be a new teacher, pretending to be an upcoming one right at this moment. A job he would consider for his Master’s safety yet one she prohibited him from ever doing.

“ If I see you on campus for just a moment I will make sure that my demonic wrath will hit you right this second! ” The young lady warned him, her being very serious about this. She wanted to be ‘independent’, he understood… But this was an emergency. Of course he had to inquire information, even if behind her very back. 

And for his luck, some of the students had been at least somewhat helpful.

“ Isara? Hmm… You mean the student council president? Well, things haven’t been bad at all with him recently. Can’t complain. ”

“ Isara–Senpai? Everyone’s heard of him! Then again, he’s part of Trickstar so of course! Teach, you probably heard of them too, right? ”

“ You’re a new teacher here, aren’t you? Oh, there’s so much I could tell you about Mao. We went to the same class last year after all. Though he’s always been very busy… Bet the workload has only increased ever since becoming student council president… Not just that but I also see the new student around him more often. Damn, dude’s gotta handle everything these days, doesn’t he? But it is what it is at this point. ”

“Haha, Isara–San? A very reliable student. Don’t hesitate to ask him if you need anything, he will be ready to help us teachers out as well. … By the way, who are you? I didn’t hear of a new teacher being—”

“Ah, I have something to attend to! Thank you so much! Bye bye!”

Needless to say, while fleeing something went through Tadashi’s mind. One thing which was a simple conclusion to draw, from all the witness reports he got… Apparently Isara is not that bad of a boy. 

He is often connected to the words ‘busy’, ‘reliable’ and ‘student council president’... And ‘Trickstar’, whatever that word meant… But these were the key words he took away from several conversations around campus. And overall it was not a bad impression whatsoever. So what could the young Misterss’s business be? Why is she so enraged with his mere presence? Oh he had to find out. He himself seemed to be no one terrible, no one of bad blood. But what could it be

It took a bit of digging around campus… Not literally, it was all just a search in the end. Tadashi had even asked for a picture, having a student show him what Isara even looked like. He made sure to remember the features, from close up and a distance, solely to make this boy out from any distance given. It was all for his Master’s sake, wanting to find out why she was so upset with him. No, furious. What was the deal here? He really had to get to the bottom of this.

The search would not take long. To his surprise, all it took was wandering to the outside of the school, close to the gates. Tadashi had spotted his young Master from afar and knowing just how she would react if she spotted him here he hid himself quickly behind a tree nearby. Though she had been talking to someone, making the butler take a peek. He would always do that, solely to ensure that his Mistress was safe and sound. And that she would not freak out on her conversation partner… However, her conversation partner at that moment… It was…

“Didn’t we talk about this before?” He would sigh, shaking his head even. “Please tone your behavior down. This is the third time today I had to interfere before you threw that table across the classroom.” Wait, that guy is… Isara! In the flesh, right in front of the young lady! And it seemed that he was… Giving her a scolding? Honestly, Tadashi could not blame him but let’s see how he handles her. Surely, it could only go downhill from there… Right?

“And I have told you that this is no business for a mortal!” She countered.

“Yes, you did. Several times.” Isara only sighed yet again, seeming to be at the end of his wits. And yet, he did not flinch nor was he backing off. Nor did he raise his voice. He was calm, awfully so. So much so that it even had Tadashi in a sudden moment of shock. “But listen, is it really worth getting in trouble for that?”

“Wh… What do you mean!? He was laughing at me and thus his punishment should have been decapitation! That is how we handle things in hell! Insult the future Overlord and—”

“This isn’t hell, is it?” A sound reasoning, silencing the young lady in an instant. She looked at him with wide eyes, literally speechless by his… Mere fact in all honesty. Then again, some people might argue that this was hell humanity was walking in. And yet, it was already impressive that he managed to silence the young lady like that. All while his attitude was awfully calm, a necessary skill to keep in control of the situation at hand. No snapping at her, no backing off. He stood there, holding an eye–to–eye conversation with the young Master.

“Well… N… No, but–”

“Alright, look. If you want to be able to survive this school, you need to follow the rules just like anyone else.”

“What do I care for?” She said, hands on her hips, puffing her chest out. “As a future overlord—”

“If you behaved you could get me off your case as well.”

And dead silence, the young lady looking at Isata with a gaze in shock. She said nothing, just staring… That was until a sudden outburst, frustration more than audible: “Are you ordering me around!? Mortal, are you still unaware who you are–”

“I’m not saying this to get on your case. I’m saying this also for your sake.”

A quick flinch, her taking a tiny step backwards, a gasp. “Wha– M… My sake!? But–”

“I’m the student council president, right? So I’m also responsible for the student body. And you’re a part of it. So it’s also for your sake.”

He had explained it so calmly, like no one ever had. Even Tadashi had a hard time with his Master when she was in a fit of rage. But he was handling her so gracefully… Ok maybe not gracefully but ever so calmly. He made her speechless, silent, soft-spoken – All of the things the young lady barely displayed. But here Isata was the student council president, having her basically on a leash. She couldn’t say much about this, it was a fact. And who was she to deny his duty?

“S… Stop worrying about me…” She had said in the end while turning away, her voice quiet compared to her usual volume, the tone softer.

This guy isn’t just a student council president… He’s also a demon tamer!

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[zzztobi]

i dunno if ur reqs are open if they arent ignore this!!

but if they are, do you have any headcannons for komori? hes my fav 😫 they can b anything lol thank uu

a/n: my reqs are always open!! <3 tysm for this! since you didn't specify the gender i stuck with this, hope it's okay.

pairing!: komori x afab!reader

warnings!: a bit of spanking :p, clit play, kind of bondage? idk just a little of jealous komori <3

awww my sweet, cute and kind komori!! never thought about writing for him but here we go!

okay, first of all we all know that his soul is as pure as one of an angel. he's just too good, so sweet and kind to everyone. i don't think he would ever hurt a fly honestly!

next to his cousin, he's like the personification of the sun, with a smile so bright that could blind eyes and lighten anyone's mood. but, like everything in life, there can't be light without a bit of dark, right?

you, out of all the people that surround him, know it the best, especially when it's just the two of you together, alone. his charming smile and the creases around his eyes turn into a heart-stopping smirk and half lidded eyes.

his expression is so dark and serious that he doesn't even look like the komori you knew, or thought you did. sex with him has always been pretty vanilla honestly, what would you expect of him anyway? but that's something that changed today, when one of his cousin's friends, atsumu miya, got a little closer to you than necessary:

“you enjoyed the attention, didn't you? having miya flirting and telling jokes to you. laughing and giggling like a silly teenager.” komori said, looking down at you. your body was splayed on top of his thighs, your wrists locked in a tight grip with his belt on your back and the lower part of your body completely naked and exposed.

you shook your head, “no 'mori, i just talked with him and your cousin” komori landed a loud smack on one of your ass cheeks, leaving a red print and a tingling sensation. “what did i tell you about lying, baby?” he tsked.

his right palm soothed the burning skin, and slowly traced two of his fingers on the crease where your butt and thigh met. you shivered under his touch, goosebumps appearing on your skin. “i'm sorry 'mori. ” you whimpered.

“if all you wanted was attention, you could've come to me. all you had to do was ask” another hard slap. you tried to wriggle your way out but with your wrists trapped and his firm hold, you could not scape.

and what komori said was true, all you had to do was ask. for him, there was nothing impossible to do or get in this world if it was bond to make you smile. he would bring you the moon and the stars if you asked.

his fingers moved dangerously to your core, where wet folds were waiting for him. “fuck baby, you're soaked” he purred. komori touched your pussy teasingly, evading your throbbing clit. his fingers caressed every fold and crease, teased your hole that clenched around nothing pathetically.

“ 'toya please, touch me” komori hummed in response, and obediently started to draw steady circles on your clit. “see? all you had to do was tell me sweetheart. you know i'll give you the world”

your legs trembled when he fastened his pace, watching how wet you were and fascinated by the way your desperate hole clenched. it didn't take you too long to cum, not with all his previous teasing and the steady pressure he had on your clit.

“that's it, that's it. you're such a good girl, hmm? my good little girl.” his fingers didn't stop even after your orgasm, prolonging it as much as he could.

this was a new façade of your boyfriend that you didn't know about but were glad that you did now. after all, komori is a intense lover, not at all possessive or jealous, but a passionate one nevertheless.

©️ zzztobi 2022 — all rights reserved. please don't repost, translate or copy any of my work.

[pretzelpizzapuppy]

Silly doodle of the peepaw for @sonic-oc-showdown ! plus the oc questions thing under the read more :3

Name: Ignatius

Species: Domestic Cat

Home: He travels wherever the wind takes him!

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

I think I just looked up like, old people names LOL I don’t remember for sure tho.

🧑‍🦳 How old are they?

He’s in his 60s!

💞 Do they have any love interests?

Ehh not anyone specifically! Might make him a husband eventually.

🥞 What is their favorite food?

Hmmm... Probably belgian waffles with far too many toppings.

💼 What do they do for a living?

He’s a freelance detective! Sort of. He’s supposed to be retired but it’s hard to keep him in place.

🏐 Do they have any hobbies?

He loves anything to do with puzzles! Puzzle games, actual puzzles, escape rooms, murder mystery media... He also enjoys beach sports like volleyball but it’s a bit hard on his body now. He also likes to bake and mix drinks. He’s a jack of all trades honestly, he’s quite restless.

🎯 What do they do best?

Solving mysteries of course! He’s also a pretty darn good cook, if you’ll allow him to toot his own horn.

🥊 What do they love? What do they hate?

His one true love is puzzles, if it’s not clear enough yet! He also loves the beach and relaxing in the sun! He dislikes dreary weather, feels it makes him far too serious and stern! He’s also not one for stuffy museums, he’d much rather be learning from communities themselves! He’s a very knowledge focused guy but enjoys the experience of learning from enthusiastic people rather than textbooks. He really enjoys watching older shows too! MASH and ST:TOS being among his favorites. Imagine those in the Sonic universe however you please LOL

📸 What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Hmm... really, he savors the feeling of helping people! Each and every person he’s helped is slotted into his brain like a polaroid!

✂️ What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Yeesh, he’s too old to dwell on these things! If he kept track of every failed case and the homophobia and ableism he’s had tossed his way in life he’d have no time for the things he enjoys!

🏚️ Is their current design their first one?

Sure is! I tend to stick with designs once I make them. Little changes may happen here and there to make them easier for me to draw but typically, my designs stay the same! His fur pattern might be choppy or smooth depending on the amount of time I want to put into drawing it though LOL

🧠 What originally inspired this OC?

Sara was drawing Sonic OCs and I hadn’t ever really put the time into making one. So I sat down, grabbed a pelt pattern I liked, and took a LOT from Benoit Blanc from Knives Out. Someone in the tags of his poll said he’s got Columbo energy but I haven’t actually watched it so I can’t say for sure whether he carries those traits or not. My favorite color is purple so it tends to sneak into my designs. I made him about a month before the Sonic Murder Mystery game hilariously enough.

🎬 What genre do they belong in?

Mystery of course! Maybe comedy/mystery?

🏳️‍🌈 What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Gay for sure, trans maybe? I haven’t decided for sure and I don’t think he’s the type to really care too much for labels for himself. He uses He/Him mostly but won’t go out of his way to correct people.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 How many siblings does your OC have?

I haven’t really thought about it honestly. I’ll probably give him a sister. Feels right.

🧑‍🍼 What is the OC’s relations w/their parents like?

Not great. He was outed in his late teens and they. Did not react well. He already had a rough time from his undiagnosed autism and it never really got better. He’d liked to have improved things with them but he just... never really got around to it.

💜 What do you like most about the OC?

I just think he’s a silly guy :) I am pretty happy with his design too! I’m quite proud of how my skills have improved in that aspect.

🖍️ How often do you draw/write about the OC?

This is honestly the most I’ve done since making him LOL I work a full time job and my brain is more focused on Warriors atm tbh

🔪 Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Oh absolutely not. I’m the type of guy who makes ocs for fun and to push them together like dolls! Maybe if I made him as a teen things would be different.

💀 Does your OC have any phobias?

Sort of? He’s got a lot of mental things going on about germs. Washes his hands a LOT and is very aware of just how much others don’t. Maybe snakes too since he’s a cat.

❤️‍🔥 Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

His own mind if truly his greatest enemy tbh. Turns out that constantly being on alert for clues can make you a little paranoid.

⏱️ How long have you had the OC?

According to discord, since January 17th, 2023!

[gettinshiggywithit]

izueli-deactivated20221211 asked:

Jay!!! Can you do a izuku version of the one you did with kiri with a artistic reader? 😭

Izuku x artist!reader? Okay lets try this!

!Izuku x Artist!Reader!

Scenario:- izuku with an s/o who is artistic!

Pairing:- izuku midoriya x gn!reader

Type:- headcannons

Hmm i think he’d really observe you a lot

Like while ur drawing hed sit and watch you silently

Not in like a creepy way ofc

But he wants to improve his own art skills so he’s falling back onto his ‘observe and learn’ tactic(like how he did with learning about pros!)

I feel like hed slowly be taking notes too

But if you ever say its distracting hed sorta just get flustered,apologize and then leave

I mean we all know how he can ramble when he gets lost in thought and while that isss adorable it can be kinda annoying,especially when you’re trying to concentrate 😅

He’d watch tutorial videos and attempt to make his own art style just so he doesnt have to bother you for help

Bby doesnt wanna be a burden(he isnt and bestie youd better tell him he isn’t ☺️🔪)

He definitely tells you that you should make a tutorial based you tube channel

Hypes you up and tells you that you’d DEFINITELY get millions of views because you’re just that amazing 😌(and yes,yes you are!)

Art afternoons are your go-to dates where you just spend time together bein silly and making stuff!

All the pieces that came of these sessions are all over ur apartment too🥰

It really makes ur place feel like,well, your place

If anyone ever even tries to say ur job isn’t really a job hed hit those karens with a detroit smash’s worth of facts (did that pun land?😭)on how hard bein an artist really is

I mean bestie is just spittin statistics and complete facts and even like ur personal stats

Like how many hours a day you create and shit

Like honestly even i dont know how he remembers or even WHY he counted but i guess he’s just good with numbers 😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Needless to say all the haters get the point and most of em tip veryyy generously when they do commission you for a piece

He definitely brags about you to his other pro hero collegues too!

Like goin on and on abt ur creative genius and how cool your stuff is

Even on like press tours this man is hyping you up!

(Slayy bestie slayyy)

And needless to say the next day ur inbox and dms are full of commission requests and official offers to design logos and merch and honestly to create ANYTHING for a whole bunch of upcoming pros too!

But if you ever feel burned out or like creating is just getting too tedious and chore-like;and when you just really need a break

Hed be the FIRST person to tell you to take a step back and recouperate(i just KNOW I misspelled that😩)

And if you ever chastise yourself for “not creating enough” or “not pushing yourself further” he’d get mad serious and tell you that overwhelming yourself isnt the answer and that you taking a (much needed) break is more than okay

He knows all too well what overwhelming yourself and having too many expectations and goals can do so he doesnt want you to push yourself past the point of no return

Oh and if You ever need fresh ideas

Hes your go-to guy

He always manages to inspire you and you honestly love that about him 🥰

WE STAN THIS BOI AND HIS PERFECTNESS ISTGGG

You go bestie!!! Slayy!!!!

Tagging:- @izueli

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[wildelydawn]

Weird questions for writers:

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3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

This is definitely TMI but writing and masturbating usually happen within an hour of each other, even when I'm not writing anything sexual. On a more serious note, writing academically/professionally has trained me to spend 8PM-10PM, if not longer, writing/thinking about writing. It started off as "just spend an hour a day writing whatever you like." Having little writing habits such as 10 journal words a day, 500 non-academic words a day, etc also help. Having a desk helps too.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Hmm. I'm not sure. I like the term domesticated a lot. That's the only word that's coming to mind right now, I am sorry ><.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

It's hard for me to write about large gatherings. So weddings, religious rituals, hang outs, parties, concerts. I find it difficult for me to keep track about all of that. It's easy for me to write about moodier subjects, such as heartbreak or lonesomeness. Writing about grief, sadness, and war come pretty easily to me.

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

Hmm, I answered this below, but I really do just batter my friends with ideas. Like right now, I just dumped 1K words of nonsense to Shou. As much as I don't talk, conversation does serve me well. And I mean it with the flirting/sexual banter. My conversations with The Woman have led me down some weird writing exercises/stories.

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

I don't think I've ever used dreaming as a substantial part of a story because I only have nightmares or do not sleep deeply enough to dream. I am basically carrying a sleep debt that has aged me significantly, so dreaming doesn't happen unless I am severely emotionally distraught.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

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I am so serious when I say that every single one of these comments (and so many more) helped me pick the pen back up. Encourage your writer friends however you can and you and they will benefit so wonderfully from it.

thank u anon friend, u make me smile <3

Send me weird writer questions.

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Same anon from some days ago ab the vamp prompts, ur v great <3

Ahhhh my favourite little bloodthirsty anon <3 For you, the world - and this part 3!

*Part one here

*part two here

I’ve actually named this Series: “The Immortal Hunter” Please enjoy anon!!

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“Let the boy go, Wolfe. He doesn’t know anything about the immortal hunter,” said Heath, barely suppressing a growl. “He’s innocent.”

Wolfe laughed. “You say that as if innocence means anything to me, fledgling. I’ve been alive so long innocence and guilt bleed into the endless stream of time.”

“Would you like me to end your suffering then, or are you just going to make others suffer for your amusement?”

“Big talk for a bloodless vampire currently trapped by their sire,” said Wolfe, cruel grey eyes finding Heath’s and relishing in his wide eyed surprise.

“Felix told me, of course. Your love for humanity, to the point where you abstain from drinking their blood. I bet you’re more attuned to it than even Felix or I, hmm? I bet you can hear poor Killian’s heart racing at the thought of being turned, at the injustice of it all. Every beat of blood pumping through his veins. Your restraint is astonishing.”

“If you’re trying to flirt, I have to let you know I draw the line at psychopaths.”

“And yet you just crawled out of Celeste’s bed.”

Heath lunged for the grey eyed vampire but Felix managed to restrain him with such ease Heath thought he deserved Wolfe’s smug laughter.

“Touchy subject?”

Heath still struggled in Felix’s hold, but Felix just held him against his chest. Arms wrapped around his waist and shoulder like iron not budging in their grip.

It transported Heath back to when he was human and Felix would toy with him. Showing him how weak of a human he was, and how his heart was only still beating out of Felix’s mercy.

Heath vowed to never be so weak again, and yet here he was. Powerless. Like he was before. He couldn’t even save the same fate from happening to Killian. A boy he had just met yesterday and doomed with an exchange of a couple words.

“Hush now, Heath. Calm down, you’ll only tire yourself out,” Felix whispered in his ear and Heath threw an elbow back trying to hit Felix’s face.

“You’re a bastard, Felix,” Heath seethed. “Yet you claim to have loved and missed me.”

“I did. You’re so cute when you’re riled up,” Felix said sweetly, ducking his nose into the place between Heath’s neck and shoulder and sniffed in a lungful of air. Heath froze. Paralysed from a forgotten fear, of when Felix was toying with him. “I sometimes regret turning you, it’s true. I miss when you were powerless to stop me. Frozen like this beneath me. Muscles tensed. At least you still have that amazing scent of the old blood.”

“Fuck you,” Heath muttered when he found his voice again, and he thanked the gods that his voice didn’t shake. Lifting his head he looked at Wolfe through narrowed eyes. “You want to know about The Immortal Hunter? Fine. He’s dead.”

Wolfe blinked at him. Then he started laughing, that same booming laughter ricocheting around the basement. Felix behind Heath however, tightened his grip ever so slightly.

Good, Heath thought. At least one of these idiots believe me.

“You really wanna gamble poor Killian’s life on the hunter, the immortal hunter being dead? Do you take me for a fool, boy?”

“Yes,” Heath said easily. He wanted to throw a parade when his cool façade slipped over his face, he could do this. He could save Killian. “But I’m telling you the truth. The Immortal hunter’s blood runs through my veins, that’s why my blood even now is a beacon to you bloodfuckers. I’m your natural enemy. My blood sings to you so you come close enough to get drunk on it, and then the hunter kills you.”

Wolfe stared, looking over Heath’s shoulder at Felix then back to Heath. His face morphing into a more serious expression.

“You’re not saying that you were the immortal hunter?”

“You were always very strong for a human,” Felix murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

“No. That’s not true. You’re lying,” Wolfe growled, crossing the room in an instant with two long strides and getting up in Heath’s face. “You can’t be. The immortal hunter can’t be a vampire. They can’t be turned.”

Heath’s expression turned grim. “Yeah. I guess we both thought wrong, hmm?” Heath said, voice cracking in the middle. He looked away from Wolfe’s unsettling stare.

Felix shifted behind Heath. Slowly he took his cage like arms away, releasing Heath. Heath turned in surprise but Felix wasn’t looking at Heath. He was looking at Wolfe.

“Wolfe. A word,” he said and he didn’t wait for a response as he walked towards the basement door.

Wolfe looked at Heath then at the wall Felix disappeared behind. He grabbed Heath by the collar of his shirt and brought him close.

“If you untie the boy, I’ll make sure he turns. Stay here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Heath replied, hands up in surrender. Heath waited until he heard the basement door open and shut a second time before looking at Killian still tied to the chair and strolling over.

“I’m sorry,” Heath said, plopping down onto the ground in front of Killian sitting cross legged.

Killian shrugged. “I know the risks of partying with vampires.”

“Still. I’m sorry. Here,” Heath bit his wrist, deep enough for the blood to flow and offered it to Killian, but Killian sat back further in his chair, shaking his head. “It’ll heal you.”

“I don’t do vampire blood,” Killian said. “I don’t want to risk it.”

Heath looked at him for a moment then smiled sadly and pulled his wrist back.

“I didn’t either,” he said softly. “As a human I mean. Felix would force me to drink his after he was done torturing me. He wanted me fresh everyday, to be clean. So he could start from scratch again the next day.”

“Jesus. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But I admire your principles. Except telling a vampire your name. How did Wolfe find out?”

Killian looked away. Lips scrunching up in annoyance.

“He told me he was human. Didn’t have red eyes. Didn’t know vampires could have normal eyes. He said he was staff too.”

“If it’s any consolation, I didn’t know vampires could have normal eyes either.”

“You mean you don’t know what he is?”

“Very old?” Heath offered, watching the blood drip down his wrist, stopping the wound from healing. “Familiar with magic. Contacts? Who knows.”

Killian started laughing. It was light and airy, and full of mirth, and when he caught Heath’s eyes he started laughing harder. Heath smiled, and unbeknownst to himself the wound healed.

After the last couple of stray laughs died on his lips, Killian’s face settled into a fond smile. Then the smile faded, and his face turned sad. “Wolfe’s going to kill me isn’t he?”

Heath let out a breath through his nose. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Maybe I should drink your blood,” Killian said. “At least then my sister wouldn’t—“

Heath shook his head, and Killian’s breathing became harder. “Right,” Killian said, his voice breaking. “Family isn’t worth it, right? They won’t thank me for it, right? Death is preferable. Maybe in your experience…”

“Killian. . .”

“But it’s my life! My death! I should get the choice at least?” He said, but it came out as more of a question. Heath searched his face with sad eyes. This was cruel. At least when Heath was turned his choice was taken from him. He knew what he was getting into. This boy didn’t. This human boy, so afraid of death because he didn’t want to leave his family behind.

“If they kill you-“ Heath began softly, looking Killian in the eye. “If they turn you, no matter what they do… tell me your family name and I will make sure your sister lives a long, happy life.”

Killian broke down into sobs then, and Heath was there giving him the shoulder to cry on, hugging him as best as he could.

“Thank you,” he mumbled gratefully. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Touching.”

Heath was on his feet in a second, back to Killian standing protectively in front of him as Felix and Wolfe strolled back into the room.

“Catch.”

Heath’s hand shot out before he registered what Felix had said. He looked down at the object and saw a sheathed dagger. The same dagger Heath had brought with him to kill Felix when he was still breathing.

He pulled it out an inch and saw his red eyes staring back at him with a pale face. Then he looked at the two vampires, Felix stood leaning on the wall with his arms crossed while Wolfe stood closer to Heath making himself as imposing as possible.

“Cheers.”

“It’s not a gift,” Wolfe said, voice low with that unstable growl. “Prove you’re the immortal hunter.”

“How can I prove it? Do you want me to kill you, Wolfie?”

Felix laughed catching everyone’s attention. He only reacted to Wolfe’s death stare. Felix raised a hand in his defence, “What? It was funny.”

Wolfe rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Heath. “The Immortal Hunter’s blood activates the knife.”

Heath shrugged. “So?”

“So—“

Heath didn’t have time to react before Wolfe was in front of him, claws out and slashed them down Heath’s arm.

“FUCK!” Heath yelled, dropping the knife in surprise as his eyes went to his arm. Wolfe’s claws had tore from the top of his elbow to his wrist which was currently gushing blood. “You bastard that hurt!”

“Cry me a river,” Wolfe said leaning down to pick up the knife and pressed it into Heath’s other hand. “Activate it. Now.”

“A little patience never goes astray.”

Heath’s head rocked back after Wolfe’s swift punch, forcing him to one knee as the world shook around him.

“Now, please.”

Heath shook his head out trying to reorient himself and then he looked down at the knife. “Well since you said please…”

“I don’t even think you’re worth the trouble alive,” Wolfe sneered and Heath hiccuped.

“Technically I’m dead.”

Wolfe brought his hand back to punch him again but Felix’s voice stopped him.

“Heath. Please. Just prove you’re the hunter or I’ll snap Killian’s pretty little neck.”

Heath glared at Felix over Wolfe’s shoulder, but he might as well have glared at a wall or a fish. Felix returned his stare completely unbothered. He even looked amused.

“Fine,” said Heath. He unsheathed the dagger and allowed the stream from his wrist to bleed down onto the knife. The black red blood turned almost luminous when it hit the knife, the runes previously unseen igniting as Heath’s blood ran through every invisible crevice now made visible. When the blood had run it’s course over the surface instead of dripping to the floor, it sank into the metal as of the blade itself were liquid and grew heavier in Heath’s hand as he made his arm heal with the last of his energy.

He looked up at Wolfe then who looked on in an angry sort of shock, while Felix who had been far away before was suddenly right beside Heath watching the runes being revealed before his eyes.

“Incredible,” Felix whispered in awe, looking at Heath with something indiscernible in his eyes.

“So it’s true,” Wolfe gruffed.

“What can I say,” Heath said easily. “I’m an honest kind of guy,” then he plunged the knife deep into Wolfe’s heart.

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Continued here

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I did some drawings based on the laloward godfather au I idea i wrote last time.

In this au they are both born in 1960, and meet in 72 when they are 12 years old , Howard’s parents died during their vacation to Michoacán (Howard is decent at Spanish cause his dad made him take Spanish classes since he was young ) they were hiking and witness a cartel execution done by some policemen involved with the Peruvian cartel ( the one that is mentioned by Nacho during Rock and a hard place ) and they execute his parents ( he hides and runs away ) he lives in the streets some months and then meets Lalo who after playing for some time and realizing he is homeless , demands his parents to adopt him cause he is mostly surrounded by adults ( he plays with Tuco but he is younger and doesn’t get him sometimes ) and wants a playmate , and since Lalo’s parents spoil him to death and are impressed by this gringo kid who speaks Spanish and is polite and well mannered (unlike Lalo who is a spawn of hell ) they adopt him (they are like “ hmm you found this gringo orphan kid as a playmate? Okay sweetie anything for my prince”).

Lalo is possessive af to Howard ( he found him so it’s his ) but also sees him as an equal. After a while Howard tells Lalo how his parents got killed and Lalo makes a vow to Howard that he will find out who did it and will kill them.

Héctor never agrees with the idea of Lalo’s parents of adopting that “gringo “ kid and even hates the idea of him being a Salamanca and ignores him as he doesn’t exist ( he can’t openly show his disdain for him cause Lalo’s dad takes a liking to Howard ) until Lalo’s dad dies when they are 17 ( the 1977 draw where they have awful haircuts ) and Hector takes charge of the family and openly insults him or belittles him but can’t get rid of him cause he know Lalo is very attached to him.

He talks to Howard about him making Lalo weak and being useless as he “doesn’t have it in him” to kill , or be violent or good at fighting like Lalo , the twins and Tuco, and convinces him to study law in the States so they have a lawyer in the family (also cause he wants to keep him apart from Lalo hoping that would make their bond weak ) , he goes without telling Lalo and when Lalo founds out he is not home he freaks out and , fights with his uncle (the only time he openly disobeys him ) and follows Howard to study with him to the States also (the 83 picture is both of them in college being frat boys ).

The years pass and they return to Mexico , their relationship isn’t exactly physical not even in college or even after , they just are very attached to each other and understand each other very well. Howard has never shown interest in anyone and Lalo has mostly fooled around and never had a serious relationship ( they are idiots and also this is the slowest burn ever ) until someone stars showing interest in Howard and Lalo realizes his feelings (the 1992 picture ) by 1998 Lalo is running some territory in Michoacán and Howard is his right hand and voice of reason when his first answer is violence and stab- stab - Shoot - shoot.