#I SEE HOW IT IS DJFJFJ

[smokbeast]

DAMN YALLGOT THESE BOYS DOWN

[charlattehotte]

Why can't I just talk to people I actually like jeeeeeesus why do I ignore everyone for like 2 weeks (8 months) and then pop up like hiiiii 💕💕💕💕 when I'm DRUNK

[yuridovewing]

Maybe I should read Winds of Change inbetween books as well… make my url worth it

[toiletwipes]

PRED-PREY/FAE • DAY THREE OF KINKTOBER

Summary: Knowing something otherworldly can hurt you but they don't is kind of hot and the exact reason why you're not in a relationship with someone normal.

Word Count: ~1k words

Character: i- i dont think i used a name anywhere here so you can picture whoever you prefer but i was writing this with faebur in mind (unless i am wrong djfjfj)

Warnings: its short :( but there shouldnt be anything to worry about and if there is, let me know

tag list: @oyakuya @ruminationnn @despicablenotions @grrrlsagainsthumanity @wolfie-doggo @boiled-onionrings @struggling-with-time @midnighthasstruck @modx-reborn @cleverjokehaha

Kinktober Masterlist

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You met him when you were younger and he was angrier, keeping you lost and alone and avoiding you for hours when your grandfather's cabin was at the edge of his grounds. He refuses to tell you what you originally did, claiming the memory is lost on him. Not that that matters, you like teasing him like he does you.

Though, he has a problem with teasing you. It's not like you had anyone waiting for you at the cabin, your grandfather left it to you to chase his dreams and dates that lasted a whole night were infinitely more boring than a single moment with him. But the teasing made you feel like you had something with him.

You tried to ask him about it once, why he teased you and then flirted with a shared future, dancing around you and daring you to say something, and he smiled. Smiled!

To take your mind off things like that, you'd just go home. Shower, maybe. Take all of your sexual frustration and shove it somewhere useful.

Here lies your current problem, though. Your current problem is actually not your fault.

Nothing was done wrong, you hadn’t stepped on anything important, said all the right things and yet. And yet, he still wanted to play with you like you were a new toy that he wanted to sink his teeth in.

(Maybe because he found you too cute to let go.)

Doesn't matter why he did. All that matters now is—

"Shit!" Gasping as you fall first into the ground, nails digging into the dirt as you push yourself off the ground, kicking up leaves as you keep running. He wasn't going to let you leave.ing to let you steal a break, no, you didn’t even want to know what he’d do to you.

What he wanted with you made your heart pound even faster, alongside the adrenaline of running from something so beautiful, so dangerous.

“How long do you intend to run for?” His voice taunts you, tickling behind your ear as if he was right there-! Turning your head in a panic, you find nobody, not even an animal. They, the animals of his grounds, all must know now. Whenever he gets like this, they must be far away.

When he wanted to be, he could be deadly.

Trying to look ahead of yourself, there's a little hill and to the left, a cluster of roots with a hole beneath it. Pushing your burning legs and feet, you're near tears as you slide down the hill, biting down on your bottom lip till you can taste the iron as you gain several scratches on your left leg.

Close to missing the hole, you sprawl underneath the roots, shoving yourself as far back as possible. The smell of the earth grounds you and you force yourself to stop breathing for a second, hearing him through the static air with song.

You see his long legs stride down the hill, as if it wasn't any struggle at all. Truly, he wants you to know how easy this is for him. Or how fun he finds it. How amusing, that a human thinks that they could possibly run away from him.

Covering your mouth, your lungs scream for air watching as he taunts you with slow steps. And as he's almost past your line of vision, you breathe out, forehead tapping against the ground.

"Oh, pet." And your face snaps up, eyes catching his face, noses nearly touching. You choked on your air as he pulled on your hands, dragging you out like you were a feather in the air. One of his arms slink around your waist, pulling you close to him as your knees give out. "What was that thing you said, winner's pick?" His smile sends shivers down your skin and your stomach is weak with butterflies. His free hand slides from under your arm and down your elbow, catching your hand and lacing the fingers.

It would've been romantic if he hadn't moaned at the taste of your blood, grinning against your mouth as he lifts you in the air, twirling the two of you. You could barely see straight but you know the hard bark of a tree too well, air escaping you once more when his hands skim over your entire body.

"Aren't you just so cute?" He's mean in the way he inhales the skin at your shoulder, probably smelling the sweat and the dirt accumulated over the hours. "It's like I told you, pet, you can't hide from me here," and his hot breath fans across your face, kissing you briefly before he bends to his knees, yanking on your bottoms and flinging them elsewhere.

"And for my grand prize," the grin on his face did nothing to hide the red flourish dusted across his cheeks, kissing up your thighs and squeezing your calves. "You can't hide anything from me." That's when he spreads your legs apart and in an instant, your insides are warm and you're full of his cock. Jaw drops open and you're gasping for air as he keeps squeezing skin, lips attaching somewhere and you're lost.

Lewd sounds fill the air and you have to hold onto his shoulders, feeling as though you'll slip through his fingers and sink into the ground. All of you feels like gelatin, pleasure rippling through you in waves and it doesn't help his piercing stare peek up at you every now and then. Watching you. Staring to make sure you gave him everything.

"Do you feel that, d'you feel how good you make me feel?" He whispers to you, mouthing kisses and harsh bruises into the column of your throat, "be a good pet, tell me how you're feeling, tell me I'm the only one who can do this to you, tell me everything."

If only you could, with the way he's fucking you stupid, your brain felt like mush, strangled moans echoing against the trees and feeling so much louder with your head empty.

"That's it, let go, pet, go ahead and cum for me," his words wash over you and you can't hold it together anymore, as if there was anything left before that moment. You're limp, twitching in his arms as he emptied himself inside of you. The last thing in your conscious mind was the overwhelming warmth spreading in your body, and then of course a promise he made.

Though, what he promised, you're not too sure.

[somethinginworl]

(Random character asks)

Susie 4, 5, 28 (I insert Marx for how she feels about him), 33

Magolor 8, 14, 41, 44

4. Favorite line

"Our "Mechanising Occupation Project" is now well under way... and your people have unfortunately been identified as...obstacles."

5. Best personality trait

Oh that's a hard question, I see Susie as a whole package,,, how am I supposed to pick one djfjfj??

28. How they feel about Marx?

That stupid old man? Yeah no, she hates that bastard, you know damn well he makes fun of her dead father or just anything, plus despite her wanting to see how merging with part of Nova affected him but he refuses to give any info, so he's annoying AND useless to her.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Oh, definitely lullabies... Her mother and then her father used to sing it when she was younger, and while a lot of her memory is gone, hearing any lullaby just kinda activates some part of her brain that drives her into tears.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

He's not sorry at all for what he did to Kirby, sorry, he's just mad he had to live through Dante's inferno for it.

14. Most heroic moment

Probably stabbing that old possessed crown tree of all things, it mildly makes up for him wanting to become the king of the universe.

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

Okay so there's two options, one would be an ancient, he yearns for any info on how they did anything, so over a lunch, he would take opportunity to talk to them about their technology, and there's also his dead bf cuz...

44. Their happiest memory

The only reason he has somehow survived for this long and taken so many risks is because of Chilly and the memories he had with him before his death at the hand of a void. So yeah, his happiest memories were with his dead bf, and that's why he wants so much power so he can bring him back to life, boohoo

[voidcat]

ok ok ok so, with more on corpse bride au, the ghoul I'm imagining being in love with bride would either be dew or cirrus, also if copia isn't the one getting married it could be he was officiating a wedding and woops he has a corpse bride now. and!! I 100% think the brides previous lover was nihil and him and imperator murder her so she wouldn't fuck with the bloodline, and that just makes copia feel worse bc his family caused this!! she's dead bc of his 'father' how could he not help her out?

I immediately thought of dew and cirrus too shfjfjf and maybe Swiss I can see him walk up to papa all angry djfjfj

Honestly both previous lover or an unaware sacrifice for the dark lord could work perfectly. The ghouls respect the organization but come on! You cant seduce sisters of sin like that then sacrifice them in the name of morningstar, we are not savages just bc we are satanists and demons!

Copia would be CRUSHED the moment he finds out, all his goals to return to the mortal world now pushed back bc he has to fix this somehow how can they be so unjust

[mayahawkse]

idk if its just me personally, but I've said it before and I'll always say it. let blogs have the option to have anon on but just for mutuals! i can totally see some people loving regular anon from anyone, but for me personally id love to have an anon option just for people i follow or for mutuals its like a little community that u don't know who sent the message but you know its from someone you follow or are mutuals with! just a fun silly idea

no fr i think that would be such a cute feature! idk how they’d implement it like it’s gotta be v complicated on the back end and this site is already kinda broken but djfjfj i fr would LOVE it

[catanddragons]

After many years of art block and imposter syndrome, I have finally finished drawing the sketch for the first chapter of the complete overhaul of my old high school comic

Me rn:

Why yes, I am sketching it on lined paper in a composition notebook and no you will not see it in this godawful format Djfjfj

But it’s how I drew all my comics in middle/high school, and returning to that had helped me overcome the block.

Now I just need to…finish it.

[softbinu]

[maisietheweltoncow]

I see how it is, y'all only want to interact when I make a cursed post djfjfj

[elysianslove]

Hi hi sal! Im a male reader and tbh i prefer male stuff djdjfn im trans so reading fem stuff gives me dysphoria but i dont mind reading it but reading the amab stuff also gives me dysphoria sometimes too so its like cant win orz thats mostly a personal me thing tho but most of the time ill still read it, partly bc theres like virtually no alternative but mainly bc i really like ur writing!! Esp when u do male readers djfjfj like it honestly means sm to me how inclusive and willing you are to be inclusive like u approach all sides with the same enthusiasm and energy and it just like seriously means a lot sjdjjd sorry if this doesnt make sense/isnt what u were looking for sndnd

lol when i first found ur account i literally sent u a ty ask talking about my appreciation for ur male suna series bc its so hard to find content thats inclusive but also is that good. Like usually when u send in an ask to a blog they try but it gets really awkward and feels stilted but ur writing is always so natural about it! Love you 💚💚💚

hi my love!!! i’m sorry that happens to you :( but i’m happy to offer various options yk! i mostly stick to fem!readers or at least readers w female anatomies not bc it’s easier (which technically, it is, considering i’m a girl) but because that’s what people want to see the most yk!! i write for myself first and foremost, but i also like putting out stuff that people will enjoy too! i don’t get male!reader requests often, and it’s not talked about as much on my blog, but despite all that i genuinely enjoy it so much. it’s so fun to write something different, to write from a different perspective and all. and the smut is hot too 😄👍🏼

BUT YEAH SORRY FOR THAT RANT HEBSJD

i’m very happy to know you enjoy my works though, that genuinely means so much. and the suna bf series is a special one i love it so much!!! i’m happy you like it mwah <3 n i love you too!!!

[yibo-wang]

/#anyway i finally found out the delayed the ep cause they had to lower the brightness for the ep cause if we cant see it then no homo/ AAMNA HOW DARE YOU HAHAHAHA

Djfjfj am I wrong tho? 😂😂😂 xie lian had no control over himself and hua cheng wasnt going to stop him either so they had to make do XD

[kkodzvken]

im glad to have a partner in Hawks brain rot, I literally love him so much and I'd give him the absolute fucking world 😭❤

I was listening to this song whilst doing homework and I cried....then wrote this out...

love like you - Caleb Hyles

now I know this song is from the Steven Universe soundtrack (kinda getting back into my su phase) but when its covered by this guy it reminds me of keigo more. The way kei grew up with an in and out of jail/absent father and how his mother didn't really show him that much compassion, made him not understand real love. (which i can relate very well with) From then being brought in by the commission, and being told to hide certain things about yourself and cover up some of your tendencies, and just being brought up his whole life that way was probably hard. I feel like this song would be hawks singing to his s/o (me obviously 🙄✋ jk jk) anyways~ I just believe kei would love his s/o so much and want to "love like you" he sees how loving, caring and loyal we are to others and he wants to be like that too but he just has a hard time expressing it sometimes. of course we know he's doing his best and we know what he's gone through, so thats why we give him so much love and we're understanding. yes he is a hero, so he cares about people obviously and understands compassion, its just that his expression of it takes time for him...

"I just adore you, I wish I knew what makes you think im so special" like he knows we love him but he doesn't understand why yknow? poor baby just needs all the love and he just wants you to know that he's doing his best to give it back (sorry this is just my little babble, and made me think of him I had while listening to this song for 2 hours straight) *sobs*

- 🌞 anon

OH NO IM CRYINGKAJFNR i just want to wrap him up in blankets and give him so much love :(( poor baby has been through so much it breaks my heart just thinking about it, the recent hawks backstory chapter fucking Destroyed me

(cut bc i rambled quite a bit JSHFND)

i love thinking about keigo singing, i feel like since he has trouble expressing his emotions he tends to write them out as songs and share his feelings in that way (which like, mood...speaking of songs i have written like 5 different ones about kei JSHFNSKS). but imagine walking out after having a fight with him, you get a text from him and you want to ignore it but you see it’s an audio message :( and when you click it’s him singing love like you :(

it breaks my heart thinking about him putting on a mask everyday, pretending to be his cocky lazy ass to hide how broken he feels inside :( don’t get me wrong i love cocky bastard keigo w my whole heart but GOD when i think about his insecurities and his abusive past it just destroys me

it would take him so long to get comfortable with an s/o, angel hasn’t seen a healthy relationship in his whole life and has closed his heart off for so long ...i just wanna make him realize how amazing and loved he is, and show him that it’s okay to be vulnerable UGH now the gears in my brain are turning i’m gonna write a drabble JSBFNDN

wow i rambled for a whileeee djfjfj but i hope ur doing okay baby!! and that your day has been good!! i got so excited when i open tumblr and see an ask from you i love talking to you </33 my partner in hawks brainrot !! talk to u soon angel!!

[h4ji]

Honestly it really doesn’t even need to be a full fic, I just wanna see y/n’s growth as months past by and how we stop caring about Iwaizumi & eventually he witnesses as y/n just completely forgets about his existence because we’ve gained confidence and learned that we don’t need validation from him.

oh my god this is rlly well put 🥸‼️ you’ve done did it. i might actually write it out eventually djfjfj rjdjdjd

[angel--party]

Seeing your content has made me so giddy whenever I see claptrap and I'm not even a fan of the game. It's just like whenever I see him I'm like AH ITS HIM HES H HES YHE ROBOT THAT ONE ARTIST LIKES YES ITS HIM AAAH like I get excited to see him because you do and it's such a wholesome feeling to have so thank you

HEHDHBSSHJSD REALLY???? IFKCUFKCK. UFUCK I DK HOW TO RESPOND TO THAT THEHVGN

BUT THANK U!!!!!!! thank u so much for liking my content I DDINT KNOW I COULD MAKE OTHER PEOPLE HAPPY LKKE THAT HAHA A n yes making content of him makes me habby too shssdkdkfk............. 🐸🐸🐸

IDK IF THIS RESPONSE WAS GOOD EJOUHH BUT DJFJFJ THANK U FOR LIKING ME ILY

[voidcat]

– a case of bad luck

6. I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo (what the hell am I doing here?)

m.list ; prev ; next ; wc: 1.1k

warning for mentions of stalking, breaking in

a/n: this one is a relatively shorter so far, apologies. partially because the next one will be a lot longer (this one serves as a build up) and partially bc I didn’t feel like writing this filler type djfjfj (also im v tired tysm uni</3) also what do we thinking about lyrics for titles

“You look like shit.”

Maybe that’s not the best way to greet yourself in the morning.

Alright, try again, you don’t have to say anything really.

Facing yourself in the mirror gets tiring each day as you realize. Quicker you catch your gaze in the reflecting surfaces but harder it becomes to get the familiar feeling one should have. So much so, to the point of stopping in the middle of the street and staring at the windows of a store you’re passing by.

Whoever this is before your eyes, is not you.

Mouth in a thin line, eyes looking back empty, and an expression so blank, you cannot label it as anything. Is this how people see you on the daily? Is this how you’re perceived?-

A bump from behind, on the right, and it’s a random passerby that pulls you out and reminds you where you are again.

You need to maintain a better focus next time.

Trying to push the thoughts away, you keep on walking until your feet reach the familiar ground of the school. Look around to see the familiar faces of those you don’t know, the same classes, the same boring hours. You don’t have eye bags or dark circles as you feared but you sure feel their weight. You’d like to think you’re doing a pretty good job at hiding your grumpy attitude from your friends but you can tell they are one second away from calling you out on it.

The same day comes, the same day ends.

Nothing happened today. Or the day before that, or the day before that.

Another day of Dazai deciding to take pity on you after school, you begin to walk, ignoring the others choosing a café to check out for the afternoon, you know your time is limited.

If only you could sleep a little…

Yet fate has other plans. And it includes not giving you your fair share of the “ask and you shall receive.” policy.

By the time the sky has darkened, you’re already in bed, side by side with your cat.

An hour of lying without an ounce of sleep in your system.

Another hour, your eyes have grown accustomed to being open for so long, you cannot close them.

Another hour and a feeling creeps up behind your back. You try to shake it off and ignore, there is no reason for your suspicion to come true after all.

Yet you lie still, frozen in the same position you’ve been in the last five minutes. Cracking open your eyes barely, you survey the surroundings to put a name, a face to the cause of the noise.

Nothing.

Then pain, in the middle of your forearm. You should’ve trimmed your cat’s nails when you had the chance last week.

Her sudden will to leave is all the confirmation you need– though the hiss she makes in the middle of the room helps your case too.

It’s the same ringing inside your head whenever Dazai is around, creeping around. The same fotsteps with carefully applied pressure. Shuffling of papers and you can tell he stands in front of the desk, going through the pile of homework you’ve left for the last minute. The fresh closed shut sound of coated paper and you know he has shifted to the righter side now, flipping the pages of a graphic novel you left there for the night.

The sounds muffle for a while and you know he is by the middle of the room now, the carpet playing for his side.

Then his steps come to a halt. Is he looking around?

Holding your breath and doing your best not to clutch at your cover too tightly, in case you pull it slightly, you wait.

The throbbing of your heart is louder than drums in your ears.

The two of you wait in a drowning silence that feels like forever.

Showing up uninvited into your life is one thing, to introduce himself as if he knows to your friends, misleading them into thinking there could be something between the two of you is one thing. It is maddening, and more than once it makes you want to punch the life out of this man, if you were confident in striking a good one and getting away with it afterwards.

But this… this, is beyond creepy. Somehow getting a hold of your schedule looks so innocent now, you cannot even muster a ‘why’.

The door is locked, the windows are closed- and even if they weren’t, he sure couldn’t have climbed that well, you would have heard it if he found a way in–

Hell, you should’ve heard him walk in.

It feels a mockery that he even stands there, walks around and goes through your things; like he knows the place, like he knows you, like he has gained a semblance of respect, let alone your trust.

There is no need to hold your breath, you doubt you could breathe in even if you wanted. Frozen in bed, with no view of him, no idea whatsoever what he is doing or which expression he is wearing, you wait in dread. Too stiff, heartbeat too loud, the same several thoughts run inside your head over and over again, like a broken record.

–Ah, what a way to describe yourself in that very moment.

A sudden flash of lights pass by the building and enter through the window, disrupting the frozen state of time, bursting up that bottle, letting time flow once again, as intended.

Now that the air has been broken, you can tell– or hope that you do, because gods forbid you get ahold of yourself and start assuming that you can analyze this man; that he stands there for another minute, is he done with the items around that he now moves onto observing you instead?

Wouldn’t the objects scattered around provide a better glimpse, though they are only seconder to you as a living being, they carry parts to you, an essence of you, forever in them? Lttle displays of what you like and not, how you write, are the curves in your letters aggressive? Do you add emty dots or filled ones to your i’s? what genre of media you prefer, what would this say about your subconsciousness, your desires, your curiosities?

Maybe it’s better that you do not have a clear view of him like this. What if he stood in front of your case, waiting to see your eyes stay closed just a little too tight, too firm for you to be asleep, unknowning?

Then you hear faint footsteps, leaving.

Just- what the hell was this?