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#I’m a lil sleepy
ceruleancattail · 1 year
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If you're still open for requests... Mehbe... Octatrio being the object/adoration of (Reader)-someone who'd shout their love from the rooftops, quip wit right on back at them, just someone who's unabashed in the fact that they want to make their Favorite Fish happy UvU
Octavinelle getting the Love they deserve:
Azul has a certain image to uphold. The sly, calculating businessman, who lets nothing ruffle him. He walks with purpose, the House Warden of Octavinelle.
Of course, that’s only when you aren’t around. You were… rather affectionate. Your eyes seek his in every crowd, fingers intertwining gently around his own. Just a single glance at you sends his heart racing. Whenever you’re around, Azul fumbles his words, his cheeks glow red, and his heart pounds defiantly from within his chest.
It’s hard to stay calm and collected around you, not with the way you pamper him. Whether it’s through words of affection particularly yelled to the rest of Night Raven college, or physical touch, his hand held tightly in yours.
Azul craves your love. It seems like a dream, to be able to lay his head on your lap. Nuzzling into your stomach, feeling it rise and fall with every breath you take. Run your fingers through his hair, rub comforting circles into his skin…
Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop loving him. Azul doesn’t know what he’ll do without you.
Floyd hardly listens to anyone. Driven entirely on his own instincts, he’s a daily source of terror for many students in Night Raven College. People tend to avoid him like the plague.
Although, you don’t seem to take the hint. Always running after him, you make a beeline to Floyd whenever you see him. Even in crowds, where you have to wrestle your way through hordes of students. He finds it cute. A lil’ shrimp braving the ocean just to end up in the clutches of a big, bad Moray Eel. Floyd will help you out. His hands slipping under your armpits, hoisting you up like a toy.
You don’t struggle. Instead, you curl into his arms, holding him tight. It’s an odd feeling, being embraced by you. It’s warm. A comforting sort of warmth. Much like a childhood blanket, or a treasured old sweater. Floyd will squeeze you, once or twice. You squeal, laughing at his touch. Reaching up to his face, you cup his cheek in your hand, grinning at him.
“Love ya, Floyd.”
Hey, lil’ Shrimpy. Keep that up, and he’s never going to be able to let you go.
Jade has a certain ability to walk quietly. Silent footsteps, with his victims never noticing him. Well, not until it’s too late.
Somehow, you always seem to know where he is. Jade finds himself unable to sneak up on you. Especially when you whip around, eyes shining. That gaze of yours is rather enchanting, if he does say so himself.
You seem to enjoy his company. Elbowing Jade good naturally, bantering with him until the sun goes down. You two spend a lot of time together, leaning into each other.
Sometimes, he talks. You’ll listen, always attentive. Hanging on to Jade’s every word. His voice has a smoothing quality to it, that lures you closer. You could listen to it all day if he’ll let you.
Jade will nudge you after awhile, inviting you to speak. You can talk about anything with him, prefect. He won’t tell a soul.
After all, you belong to him, do you not?
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postranchclarity · 5 months
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i think national treasure should get more attention
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rossithepixie · 8 months
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I want to be cuddled so bad right now
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moony-ghoul · 5 months
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i need you to know i think about blankie dew every single fucking day
i also think of blankie dew every single day
he’s so shy about it so anxious someone’s gonna judge him or say something but they never do
after a particularly rough day he takes some time by himself to smoke in his room and just enjoy the soft texture of his blankie and he hears swiss call out down the hall for movie time
and without even thinking he stumbles down the hall blankie in hand and plops himself between rain and swiss
he’s too stoned to even realise he’s still holding the fabric as he watches mount pick out a movie
swiss nudges him lightly “who’s this lil guy?” his voice is soft and gentle as ever but fear still spikes in dews chest once he realises his mistake
he fumbles wanting to hide the stuffed dragon attached to the blanket trying to figure out a lie that would make any kind of sense
“oh that’s dragon” rain chimes in “dews blankie”
he says it so casually dew doesn’t understand how he can be so casual about it how rain doesn’t also think this is some big shameful secret
“hm cute” swiss hums rubbing the corner of the blanket between his fingers, he leans down placing a kiss on dews hairline and tucking him under his arm
dew can still feel his heart hammering in his chest, his hazy brain still catching up with everything
“you alright?” swiss whispers, no doubt seeing the panic in dews face, probably feeling how hard his heart is beating
dew looks up at the multi ghoul, he looks so soft, so warm, genuine worry in his eyes
but to dews surprise that’s all he finds, swiss isn’t mocking him
swiss doesn’t care about his blankie so why should dew?
dew sighs and snuggles closer into swiss
“yeah, yeah i’m good”
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kyurochurro · 4 months
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OUGHHHH finals have killed me…….. only way to recover is to draw spirk dancing :>;> :D ✨💫 🎶 I think Kirk would be a great dancer…..🚶
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attaquecardiaque · 2 years
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yes it’s 5 am here but i’m SO EXCITED! QUEST BESTIES REVEAL!
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smlbirdds · 2 years
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what’s she sayin??
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tahdashi · 2 years
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1:34 AM
gn!reader x oikawa. best friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, only one bed!
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when you first invited tooru to your co-worker’s wedding, you told him you’d strictly be going as friends — just friends and nothing more. truthfully, you could’ve gone by yourself, but the thought of celebrating love alone left a foul taste in your mouth and a growing pit in your stomach. and when you brought up the idea to your best friend, he seemed excited to get dressed up and dance the night away on the dance floor. 
but here you are now with tooru’s arm hooked around your shoulder as he whines about how much his feet hurt, hiccups rhythmically leaving his pink lips.
“maybe you shouldn’t have had so much champagne then, dumbass,” you whine, dragging his body towards the hotel room he booked weeks in advance. he responds with a groan, pulling the room key out of his jacket pocket to unlock the door. 
you carry him to the bed — the only bed — and toss him haphazardly onto the cushiony mattress. he’s looking up at the ceiling with crimson cheeks and a giggle bubbling in his throat. 
“what in the world is this,” you ask him, walking over to obstruct his view of the bland ceiling. he simply looks over at you and then beckons for you to lie down next to him. 
“i’m not gonna sleep in the same bed as you, tooru! you’re drunk,” you rake your hands through your hair, and the frustration on your face brings tooru to a seat. 
“‘m not drunk, i just,” he hiccups again, then continues. “i just had a lot of fun tonight.” 
and you have to admit — it was nice to see tooru let loose a little bit tonight. he wasn’t worrying about his next game, or training, or even his team. he was there with you, with his warm hands on your waist as you danced to the vivacious music. even though his fingers found a home on your lower back, you couldn’t help but feel the lines blur a little bit — the ones that separated platonic from romantic, the ones that changed the meaning of his past “i love you”’s. because even though you knew he was an affectionate drunk, he was only affectionate with you (and perhaps he only felt comfortable getting drunk around you, not that you mind. taking care of him was like second nature to you). 
a soft sigh leaves your lips, and you’re taking your shoes off before helping tooru’s with his. you climb into bed with him. 
“just so you know, we’re putting a pillow in the middle. i don’t wanna smell your stinky breath in the morning,” you tell him with a playful glint in your voice. he looks back at you with his mouth forming an ‘o’. 
“my breath never stinks. you just don’t wanna be near me because we both know you’re clingy as fuck,” he laughs as you aggressively pat down the pillow between you two, as if your movements would make it stick in place. 
“you’re the clingy one! you wouldn’t even let me dance by myself!” 
“who dances alone at a wedding?” 
“i could’ve if i didn’t bring you,” you stick your tongue out at him and his cheeks rise in a smile. 
“why’d you bring me then, hm?” 
silence fills the room. he thinks about how lucky he is to be able to lay here with you, rosy cheeks and all. and maybe he is a little drunk, or maybe the timing just feels right. so he slowly lifts up the pillow between you two and places it behind him. his body shifts closer to yours, and you can feel your insides burning up because of the distance. 
“is it because you wanted to see me in a suit?” he shifts closer to you. you can smell the alcohol on his breath, but you don’t hate it. “or maybe you just wanted to dance with me?” 
his eyes drill into yours, those chocolate hues occupying your mind. you hate the way he’s smiling. you hate the way that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. you hate that he hasn’t closed the gap between you two. 
you don’t respond — you can’t. tooru’s hand finds that place on your lower back again, and you’re reminded of how his body was swaying against yours on the dance floor. his fingers are warm like the rest of his body, and he’s pulling you into his chest. this feels different than the times he’d console you when you’d cry, different than the times he’d hug you after his wins.
because this feels like his own victory. 
“are you okay with this?” he asks, his hand stilling on your back as he waits for a response. you nod, and he thinks that maybe he’s a little too drunk. do you want this as much as he does? what happens after tonight? 
tooru forces his tendency to overthink away into the back of his mind, and he begins to dance his fingers along your back like two figures waltzing to an orchestra. 
he likes this — he feels at peace like this. 
and in the morning, he feels the pounding in his head be replaced by pounding in his chest. he peers down at you with those chestnut eyes and pushes the hair away from your face. so once again, he lets his hand wander down to your waist, and you push yourself further into his body. 
sure, the lines have blurred a little bit, but tooru was hoping that it would happen anyway. 
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bigsoftbison · 2 years
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daydreaming about softly massaging someone’s titties to destress
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octocurse · 4 months
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could you draw some of your agents? :)
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Woe ! Clover and Eight be upon ye !
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snoopyblankie · 2 months
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HIHI AGAIN!!!! How do you make your mood/stimboards? :O - 🦇
Helloooo ! Waves lots !
So stimboards are a lot easier to make cuz I just gotta find the gifs I want (usually on tumblr or Pinterest,) save the links (tip: write a lil blurb next to the link so you know what gif it’s for !,) and organize the gifs into a 3x3 grid directly in tumblr ! Sometimes I’ll put a picture in the middle, but it’s the same premise. Then I might reorganize em a little bit, I’ll write my blurbs and my credits section (very painstakingly if I didn’t Originally save the links) and post it !
Moodboards take a lot more time, especially if they’re collage style, cuz I gotta go and find all the pictures I wanna use (again, mostly Pinterest but sometimes tumblr,) cut em all out (I use Picsart and it’s kinda 50/50 with me liking it or not,) and organize em in a way that looks “cluttered” but not crowded. I like making the grid moodboards because they’re a little easier to focus on the pictures and overall vibe (as there’s less pictures,) but I don’t rlly have a preference for making either or ! Some just depend on the theme !
I hope that makes sense !
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0m3n-0f-d3ath · 6 months
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tell me whatcha thinkin abt rn :3
Ok honestly I was in the middle of astronomy when I got this and I was still thinking of absolutely nothing.
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saclarclay · 2 years
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Another practice thing that totally didn’t take too many days cus I was busy grinding on games cough I’m trying to do new artstyle… well, tried, to color in a new way n I’ve found a csp lineart brush that feels nice and familiar, tried to go less vibrant than usual too
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pollenallergie · 10 months
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Switch Chrissy is most definitely a thing! Like being her first gf after Jason who would have treated her like a little innocent lamb and you let her take control and be comfortable in herself
See, you get me!! Chrissy’s only ever been treated like this delicate little thing her entire life, always being told exactly how to behave and being held to such high expectations (sit like this, don’t slouch, be demure, always wear makeup, never leave the house without looking your best, the guy’s pleasure is all that matters, it’s better to be seen not heard yadi yadi yadda). But you flip the script right on its head, letting her be whatever she wants to be and do whatever she wants to do. You let Chrissy take control. You let her prioritize her own pleasure when she needs to. You remind her that it’s okay to feel good/to feel pleasure as a woman, that women’s pleasure is not some sinful thing but is rather beautiful and completely natural. You make Chrissy feel beautiful and sexy and desirable even when she’s in one of her dad’s ratty old t-shirts and a pair of entirely unsexy, old gym shorts, her face completely bare and her hair a complete wreck from how much she moves in her sleep. You make her feel like her pleasure matters, like it’s just as important as your own or anyone else’s (really, you tend to treat her pleasure like it’s the most important, like it’s all that matters… but Chrissy can’t imagine a world where your pleasure isn’t at least as important as hers). You encourage her to take what she needs from you, with no expectation of her returning the favor (even though she almost always does because she wants you to feel good too). You make her feel comfortable, loved, safe, secure, supported, accepted, appreciated, and wanted both in the bedroom and more mundane situations. That, in turn, makes Chrissy feel more comfortable to explore her desires. If you’d asked her before she started dating you, she would’ve reiterated some mindless quote about how women should be only concerned with their partner’s pleasure and not their own, how women are not to be in positions of power, etc. But now Chrissy knows better. She knows that it’s more than okay to take control and even to relinquish it when she wants to, that it’s alright to chase her own pleasure, that openly desiring her partner and being needy for them is not wrong, that it’s okay to be horny, that taking care of her own sexual needs and desires is more than okay, that it’s good to explore herself sexually with her partner. With you, Chrissy is no longer forced to be some meek little lamb. With you, she’s allowed to be a woman; a true woman, one that feels desire, one that gets aroused, one that wants things, one that craves power and control, one that chases her own pleasure, one that desires other women. With you, Chrissy’s allowed to be herself and, most importantly, to explore what it means to be herself (something she’s never had the opportunity to do before). So, yeah, switch!Chrissy is definitely a thing. Personally, I can’t imagine a world in which, after years of being stuck in the stereotypical 80s comphet relationship, Chrissy wouldn’t want to explore her sensuality and her desires once she’s finally in a relationship where she feels not only free to do so, but encouraged to do so.
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garoujo · 11 months
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okie i swear i’m done w the bday asks now but fank u guys so much for all of the love & the kindness w the bday wishes (ᐡ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐡ) my year anniversary of my blog is in a few days so also fank u for allowing me to have this lil safe space & coming to keep me company here ! i rly love talking & giggling w all of u n i’ve v grateful for u guys <3
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tvrningout · 3 months
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kdrama gifs just always draw out thoughts and inspo out of me :’ ) like this one here has me just!! so badly wanting chiyo to have the experience of someone telling her something similar — that whether she’s agreeable or not, hotheaded or calm, chipper or gloomy, difficult or easy, she’s still the person they choose to have by their side ( be it in a romantic sense or platonic tbh!! ). if the groundwork has already been done, then that kind of statement would hit so hard in the best possible way ;;;;
it’s the kind of thing that would make chiyo not only feel accepted but seen as well. bc not only are they choosing her in spite of what she thinks are terrible flaws, they’ve seen through her attempts to hide her fear and insecurities. she doesn’t want to be vulnerable bc it’s terrifying. rejection is terrifying. but to be seen and still loved anyway is what she wants more than anything.
is her garden host to some prickly weeds? yeah, but it’s also home to such beautiful flowers. it’s still a beautiful garden. she’s still a lovable woman. that's always been the case.
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