#Im supposed to tag this but idk as what

[tubbytarchia]

I've been curating some of these things and I think it's time to let them loose into the world. My hope is that at least one of them is funny

[spotted-peat]

*and [our] boyfriend, Senshi!

I am literally obsessed with the three of them i'm dying. i need them in situations

this is refrencing a bit from parts and rec - "this is my boyfriend, Derek, and this is Derek's boyfriend, Ben" (extras + suggestive under cut)

behind the scenes

hand on ass propagands (propahanda?) + they were kissing sorry. there is no such thing as transfer-proof lipstick in my world

so in summary AAAHHH!!!!!!AUAUHHAHHGHGH

[foxfilius]

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

[tickletails]

OC tickle art, I am cringe but I am free

[pookieblade]

ADDICTED

♡ blade knows you're an addict for him.

"HOLD TIGHT—" You hear his teeth scrape against each other as he tries to hold back a growl. His tongue licks up your neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake before planting a kiss on your collarbone.

He takes a few deep, shaky breaths—like he’s working himself up to something. “Ready?” he asks, his voice raspy, throaty. He has to ask twice, because his breath catches in the first attempt. “Tell me you’re ready,” he whispers, leaning in just an inch closer. His hands clench and unclench on your hips.

"Im ready..." Your voice comes out shaky as your heart flutters in your chest, wrapping your arms around him as he lifts you up and presses you to the cold stone wall. Blade’s eyes flash at the way your voice wavers, the way your hands cling onto him, the way your legs tighten around him. In a fluid movement, he pushes his hips against your own. The words catch in your throat. There’s no stopping him now.

A few quiet groans escape Blade’s lips, and he kisses your neck again—tenderly this time. But there’s not a thing tender about how his grip on you tightens. You wonder whether you’ll have bruises afterwards but you don’t care; you’re addicted to him. And you’re addicted to how rough he gets. You let out a weak whimper as you shut your eyes, legs trembling around him as a soft gasp escaped your lips everytime he thrusts in.

"Keep your legs around me," Blade commands, the need in his voice growing. His hips move in a rough rhythm, and he doesn’t even realize he’s starting to make noises. But he’s too close to worry about it. You aren’t worried about it either, are you?

There’s no pretending to be tough with him. He’s relentless in this way, and there’s nothing you can do against it. He makes you feel helpless… and there’s some part of you that likes that. That likes him taking control.

His movements are erratic—wild and desperate—but he wants so badly to break you.

His thrusts speed up—harder, faster—a desperate need burning inside of him. His teeth are gritted; he's breathing so hard he might pass out. His jaw is clenched, his whole body tensed. It's obvious he's trying not to be too loud - not to wake the others, or the rest of the city. He's going feral. This is a side of him you've never seen.

It's terrifying, and fascinating...and addictive.

You let out a whine as you quickly cover my mouth with my hand, cheeks heating up as you let out quiet, muffled moans when he moved faster. "B-blade!" You cried out, eyes rolling back as you twitched, wrapping your arms around his neck tighter.

“Thats right... Keep your arms wrapped around me,” he adds, taking in a sharp breath. “I’m gonna- I’m going to—”

He doesn’t last long—and you knew he wouldn’t. The release is… too good, like a volcano erupting inside of him. "Oh…" he breathes out, sweat dripping down his face. “Oh god…” The words are spoken as an exhale, like his lungs can’t hold anymore air. He’s trembling.

The cold stone of the wall against your back, and his warmth against your front, makes the contrast all the more jarring. He laughs when you say nothing, still shaking with tension. "You're quiet," he notes, but a hint of disappointment is hidden in his voice. "You liked that, huh?" his jaw clenches, and it feels like he's waiting for you to confess something. "Say it, dear..."

You let go of him, letting your shoes hit the ground as you pant, looking up at him with parted lips.

"I did... I liked it."

[sneeb-canons]

Headcanon #500:

Mind is afraid that when he distances himself from or above the others, that he will be too far gone to come back down. That when his paranoia gets the best of him, he'll shut everyone else out and then be completely alone with no way back to where he was before.

Heart is afraid that if Mind is right, with the idea that what he does isn't genuine, that he's being manipulative without realizing it. Then therefore being Whole without himself there is the better option. That he'd be thrown out because his ideas would then be "not worth it" or even "vile"

Soul is afraid that no matter what he does or how good things will be, they'll always eventually split up again or even end up worse. Even then he has no clue what he's supposed to do or be during everything, and so because of that he'll never be whole. Or worse that he'll never really "feel" whole.

[marblerose-rue]

messy thing of my lioden king

[ledzeppelinmixtape]

wish house was a real doctor so i could be his mystery insomniac patient and after giving me horse tranquilizers and still not falling asleep he just hits me in the head with his cane and im out like a light

[tubbytarchia]

Read this incorrect quote and was struck by a vision

[foxspritez]

not enough mermaid aus in this society

[limerencedisorder]

Attention

Ithaqua x Afab!Reader

cws: Dub-con, Cursing, Yandere-ish Behavior, Fingering, Semi-public sex, Afab reader, No specified pronouns, Mentions of pretty, Ooc Ithaqua. NOT proofread

MINORS DNI

(guys this is a lil random sorry🤪🤪)

You were confused.

Currently, you were in a match. Coordinator, and Mercenary were currently decoding. And of course, it's normal for at least one person to get chased.

Which was Priestess, unfortunately.

But of course this is all normal! It's just.. In the beginning, you were unfortunate enough to spawn near the hunter. He immediately spotted you. Only an idiot wouldn't start running by now.

"The hunter is near me!" You yelled to the others.

You immediately ran into a kiting area with plenty of walls to allow you to at least escape his sight. But when you did, he didn't even bother getting close. He just stared off in the distance then changed directions.

For a moment you were stunned. Confused.

"Beware! The hunter has changed target!" You yelled.

Each time the hunter saw you, He just turned the other way. You were saving Priestess, and he unfortunately terror shocked you, bringing you somewhere else far from the rocket chair and leaving you there.

Surprisingly fast, about seven minutes into the match , he's already eliminated two. It was just you and Naib. You two decided to stick together. There was one cipher left, you and Naib decoding it currently.

77%.. 82%.. Then suddenly, your heart starts beating rapidly. Immediately Naib leaves you to finish it on your own.

"I'll distract. You, prime." He immediately said.

"Wha-? Naib!" Your protest falling on deaf ears as he immediately left to distract Ithaqua. Under Ithaquas mask, he scowled. Knowing that it was just you two together. Especially a guy..

Naib transitioned to a kiting area, waiting for Ithaqua to follow him. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He peeked through the wall and stared at you for a moment. You looked up and made eye contact with him, immediately freezing.

He grinned under his mask.

"Finish the cipher. If you do, I perhaps might spare both of you." He spoke, in a not so friendly manner..

You hesitated. Naib was coming towards you both, quickly realizing he hasn't hit you yet.

"Why should I trust you?" You said to him.

"It's not a choice. If you don't I'll chair you both." You just looked behind him to see Naib. Hesitating to walk towards you both.

'Did he go friendly??' He thought.

Ithaqua looked behind himself then at you.

"Finish it." You looked at him then at Naib.

Naib got closer. "What's.. What's going on?"

Ithaqua looked at Naib. "I told her to finish the cipher. And I'd maybe spare you both. Maybe if you say something, she'd listen to you." Naib looked at you then the hunter.

Without thinking he immediately agreed.

"Naib- seriously?! This is like a deal with the dev-" He cut you off but raising his hand up, walking towards the cipher and working on it. You sighed, getting to work.

But as soon as the cipher was finished, he immediately hit Naib.

"Naib!" You yelled. Backing away from the hunter. Naib groaned as Ithaqua picked him up.

"You liar!" Ithaqua just stared at you then immediately left for a rocket chair.

"Get out of here!" Naib told you. You were hesitant but left for the dungeon.

When Ithaqua placed Naib on the chair, He immediately went looking for you. Luckily for you, you found the dungeon. It wasn't open yet so you quickly hid in a corner with tall looking grass.

You could hear the tall hunter humming. Coming dangerously close to the dungeon. You held your breath.

"I know you're here [Name]. Give up."

He looked around for you.

As soon as he hummed in disapproval of not finding you, you heard the rocket chair leaving and being sent back to the manor. The dungeon opened and you made a run for it.

He immediately snatched the back of your shirt and pull you behind, hitting you with his axe. You bled out and groaned in pain.

He chuckled and squatted down to look at you. Gently caressing your face, forcing your eyes on him.

"You could've done that in the beginning." You snarled.

He sighed. "I knew you were stupid but I didn't think you were oblivious.. "

You were confused. "What are you-"

"Didn't you at least notice once? I obviously seemed interested in you since you even interacted with me. Doing me sweet favors as if I wouldn't attack you some day. Even the hunters noticed." He spoke in a soft tone.

You just stared at him. "Maybe it was the wrong choice." He just laughed and pulled you close. You hissed in pain as he picked you up.

He walked away far from the dungeon as you struggled to escape his grasp. Finally, you did. But he pulled you towards him and dragged you far from both the exit gates and dungeon.

"What is your problem?! Just chair me already!" He chuckled and took his mask off. For a moment, you were entranced in his beauty. As if you forgot every event that has happened today.

He placed a hand on your hip, playing with the hem of your pants. He gently tugged.

"What are you-"

"Take it off."

"..What?" You questioned. Your expression turning flushed.

"Take it off." He repeated himself.

"What?! No way-!"

"Take it off or I will." He said. Expression dropping from soft to irritated. Not wanting to push him any further, you obliged. Taking it off nervously.

Sure he was handsome- but you never imagined something like this. He looked at the pair of panties you were wearing. A white soft color. Looked like cotton. He grinned and gently pulled it off.

"Wait-"

"No." He interrupted you. "I've been waiting too long for this."

You nervously looked at his face, which was looking at your lower half, flushed. He pushed the pair aside then pushed open your legs gently.

He smiled. "I've always wanted your eyes on me. Only me." He looked at your flushed and red face. "I wanted your attention so much I was craving it." He looked back at your lower half, sliding a finger inside you, thumb playing with your clit.

You sighed and leaned your head back.

"Eyes on me pretty." He used his free hand to make you face him.

"Don't think I don't see the way you stare at me. I feel those pretty little eyes on me each time you get the chance." He cooed.

You didn't respond. Too nervous to speak. He smiled and kissed your nose.

"It's almost intoxicating.." He spoke softly. Gently pumping his finger into you. Watching your expressions as he added another finger.

"You're really tight.." You just sighed as a response.

He looked up at you, looking for any reaction. Humming in approval when your brows furrow. He curled his fingers, earning a soft moan from you.

He pumped faster. Watching in amusement as you whined his name.

"Nnh.. I'm gonna.." You arched your back as he added another finger, hearing soft whimpers and moans from you.

You come on his hands, muffling your noises with your hand.

"I wanna hear you. Don't cover your sounds no one's here to hear you."

He unzipped his tight pants, letting his cock spring free. It was huge. Long and girthy. Surprisingly for such a lean and slim body. His nails digging into your hips as he rubbed his cock on your entrance, bottoming into you.

Oh, this was gonna be a long game..

[batfleckgifs]

#MY DUNKING

[ithinkdogshouldvote2]

I didnt. Dndads hiveswap au be upon ye

[bloodymiso]

★ library gossip! anthony lockwood x gn!reader

in which you discuss the latest magazine gossip with the world’s best drama queen—apples at hand.

notes: idk how the farts i whipped this up faster than my haikyuu hcs but whatever🔥🔥. | warnings: granny apple haters dni/j

imagine discussing the latest gossip with LOCKWOOD. his eyes were glued to his newly arrived gossip magazine as he took a bite of an apple, which he often forgets on the chair—something you noticed after sitting on a 2 day old rotten apple a few days ago.

you popped into the library, a book in hand. as you walked, you hit the shelf, too focused on your book to care. lockwood’s ears perked up and he tilted his head up to face you.

“woah, you okay there?” he chuckled. “anyhoo, did you know gina—yes, gina, got a divorce with her husband. crazy, right?” he said almost immediately after his last sentence, completely brushing off the past “topic” that he brought up. you listened in, closing your book, making sure you had the bookmark in the right place.

you couldnt help but be pretty well informed with whatever cock and bull lockwood read in his magazines, he talked about it all day, everyday. even on missions. ah, the mission on king’s road, you remembered it very clearly.

the type 2 visitor approached your figures, lockwood with his rapier up, doing his fancy wancy twirly wirly shit. it attacked and as it did so, you could see it’s features, rather clearly at that. his face was structured, his jawline rather clear, and his hair was pulled back neatly, like your average london rich kid—just ugly with half the flesh on his body burned off. both of you jumped out the way and as lockwood landed on the floor, you could practically see the lightbulb beside his head.

“merlin’s beard that guy is exactly how my magazine described the man martha had an affair with!”

“bloody hell lockwood, shut up!”

remembering that past mission, you chuckled, resting your arms on lockwood’s armchair(haha armchair for arms) , leaning on it. “why is everything about relationships and marriage in that magazine?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair. “your hair is so thin.” “come on lad don’t change the subject.” he rolled his eyes and continued.

“apparently, jeffrey—gina’s husband was having an affair with gerlie, the girl next door.”

“why is everyone having affairs?”

“dunno, adults are weird. anyway—oh do you want an apple?” he asked, grabbing a light green granny apple from his little basket. you nodded, relieving it from his hands, taking a bite.

your conversation lasted over an hour, and lockwood had devoured over 3 apples in that time period. if you were standing outside the door in that said hour like a weirdo(*cough* george*cough*) you would have heard laughter almost every 5 seconds.

his smile was so contagious, even a simple sneer caused your own lips to curve up in response. you loved moments like this, laughing your asses off over stupid stuff. you loved all the shits and giggles you and lockwood had.

you giggled as you looked through the pages, stopping at a picture of a couple—the man on the left weirdly resembling lockwood. you looked at him, and he looked at you. a cheeky smile rose to his face as you playfully slapped his cheek.

“are you thinking what im thinking?” he smirked, before he could continue the thought, you slapped him again.

“this is abuse! that could be us if you werent such a meanie.” he rolled his eyes like the drama queen he is, closing the magazine and crossing his arms. you chuckled, he was pouting.

“hey im not a meanie.” you pouted back, ruffling his hair. the smirk on lockwood’s lips never fading.

“guess thats us then.” he said, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his legs.

“i—nevermind, im a meanie.”

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[stuffedlilgirl]

tell us about yourself!

howd you get so soft and squishy? you've got such a perfectly curvy figure

what do you like to eat? do you workout at all?

and lastly how'd you get into this kink?

thanks anon for the ask!! 🥺🥺 i’ve always been soft and squishy tbh i just let myself go soo much more recently 🫣

love to eat just greasy stuff like macdonalds omg would literally live off macdonalds if it was socially acceptable i swear. and pasta because if you make too much then you just have to eat it all.

i workout kinda (?) it’s hard to explain but i go off and on gaining so i’ll gain for a couple months but then go off it and go back to the gym and work it all off but then i just go back to gaining which is why my weight rarely changes lol.

and i got into this thanks to unrestricted internet access as kid 😚 honestly can’t remember what age but it was definitely less than 12.