#and just havent had the time or mental energy

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[arvoze]

the power i will receive in a matter of days will be astounding. watch out

[cat-soap-opera]

i know development for CoRV is already super slow due to me being exhausted by irl stuff all the time nowadays, but my goal is to draw the entirety of act 1 before starting to post pages publically. i just wanna have a solid backlog bc i'll likely be either in school or work whenever i can get to illustrating the comic itself bhbh. not to mention i'd like to post the entire prologue and the first half of chapter 1 all at once when i begin posting, just so ppl have a lot to chew on n get interested in from day 1, u know.

[wiredsmile]

i miss u guys sorry i disappeared again

[microwavepopcorn]

[universalsatan]

who cares if there’s a midterm for it next week. what if i wrote twin peaks gay fanfiction during my 400 level biochem lecture tomorrow morning

[caffeinatedopossum]

Oh god. I miss one of my friends. So much. I feel like I'm gonna cry

[samwisefamgee]

The funny thing about constantly telling yourself that things could be worse is that sometimes. They are :)

[meltedhorror]

what if I fucked around and joined a fandom again haha jk unless

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Throwback to when I was on a walk with my girlfriend and decided I was sick of it so I layed on the ground and told her I was going to stay there forever, and she managed to get me walking again by reminding me that I've never layed on my kitchen floor so I have to walk back home if I ever want to lay on my kitchen floor

[scarletanpan]

I'm in a weird state now where I'm extremely aware of when I'm masking but I can't bring myself to break it down, so every time I complete an action I get nervous and hesitate about how I was doing it and now when I try to complete my 'greet customer' script I start genuinely stuttering like a broken machine

[mrfoox]

It's still scary to feel... This okay for me and im like... Oh man

[schrodinger-swriter]

if u havent already can u write hcs for Lucifer w a artist s/o? it’s totally ok if u cant but like imagine him opening up random cabinets to grab something only to see a doodle of him on a sticky note!

or finding drawings and painting of him on your table that you were planning to give him 🫶

Lucifer x Artist!Reader

Once more I hope you guys don't mind me bouncing around in the requests, usually I would answer them in the order they've been sent in but I've just been feeling... off as of late.. I think I might write down everything then close down the inbox until I'm caught up and at least had a day to rest. The mental illness is getting rather up in arms lately..

Moving on! I hope you enjoy, Anon!

You two trade ideas, as creatives. He does seem like he would be into painting as a medium alongside making his ducks. Though, art is more so your thing in comparison to him. He simply doesn't have enough time or energy to put pen to paper; too absorbed in getting the quicker satisfaction that comes from his duck crafts.

He keeps every single doodle you've left around the house, it may seem like a small gesture but the fact that you care enough to leave him notes to remind him how much you love him and reminding him to take care of himself means a lot to him... One day he wants to return the favor, but he just doesn't know how yet exactly.

He gets you the very best materials that he can get, which... is very likely anything that can be thought of. Water colors, oils, acrylics, anything and he'll get it for you. Borrowing from the Writer!Reader post he makes hand crafted things for you every now and then. Handmade sketchbooks and colored pencils, as well as making new paints with you. Finding ways to make the pigments together is nice! It allows you both to spend time together and experiment.

As for the drawings you make to surprise him.. he has to fight himself not to gush to you about how much he loves them. He wants you to still be able to surprise him, so as hard as it is he's going to at least attempt to be quiet about it... for now...

[nieceeee]

“GOOD MORNING BEST FRIEND”

W/C: 1.9k

A/N: Yes I’ve been gone. Can I explain why? Life been lifeing fr but aye what can you do but make some shhhhh shake. So we byke! I have so much to write ngl but here is the FU from this fic. It’s not much that goes on in here, some things are suggested but nothing too explicit

Pairing: bestfriend!ony x black fem reader.

That night Ony tossed and turned, his mind playing tricks on him, still reeling from the whirlwind of events that had occurred. The consistent cycle of forcing himself awake each time he felt his dreams shift to you made him physically and mentally exhausted. After several jolts from jumping up in cold sweats he gave in, knowing that it was wrong and hoping for forgiveness when he woke up. Unfortunately the only thing he woke up with was a wet stain in the crotch of his sweat pants and a horrible case of blue balls. Ony groaned to himself, dropping his head back into the pillow. I havent had a wet dream since I was fucking 13 he thought, dragging his heavy hands down his face.

He forced himself from the bed, stripping down and making his way to the bathroom to clean up the embarrassing mess. “Okay Ony, think.” He says to himself, washing away the evidence of his filthy thoughts from his body. He took a little bit more time than usual running through his morning routine, or better yet taking time to try and build up the courage to face you. Your morning routines always blended into each others but this time was so different for him. I mean it wasn't like he could tell you what happened. What the fuck would that look like? “Oh hey bestfriend, how’d you sleep? Just to let you know I heard you moan my name last night and I nutted over and over again to the sound of it. Have a great day” Ony groans again as he steps out of the shower and dries off. Ony just hoped he wouldn't make it so obvious.

“Good morning Onybunny.” You say hearing him walk into the kitchen like normal. “Hey.” He croaks, clearing his throat slightly. Your brows furrow slightly in confusion as you let out a little giggle. “You ok?” You ask him, opening the fridge to reach in for a quick breakfast. Ony averts his eyes from your bent frame, shifting his gaze down to his hands. So much for not making it awkward he thought to himself. He rolled his shoulders back to ease some of the tension. You grab a carton of vanilla Greek yogurt and some fruit out of the fridge, settling on a parfait and toast for your morning meal.

Ony took a moment to look you over as you worked your way around the room. It was like something inside of him has been awaken. A new sense of being, everything around him was like staring through a different lens. His eyes roam your body and he notices things that he never appreciated before. His brown irises took in the rise and fall of your breasts, the curve of your hips. The way your body was perfectly mapped out and he wanted to explore it all. Lost in his own thoughts, he missed your look at him. “Ony?” You call again. He shook his head slightly, pulling himself from the trance you unknowingly put him in. “Huh?” He asks. “Are you okay?” You ask him, walking up and pressing a hand to the side of his face and running it gently against his jaw. He knew this was one of your tactics for him when he would space out and his heart tugged at that thought. Ony melted into your touch, his bigger hand coming up to hold the back of your hand. He felt energy swim through his body.

“Ony, talk to me. Are you okay?” You look at him, concern morphed into your features. “Y-yeah. I’m good.” He says softly, his fingers gently caressing the back of your hand. You felt a bundle of nerves ignite in your belly as the memories from last night flood your mind, recalling those very hands doing something else in your dreams. You intake a sharp breath of air before slowly pulling your hand from his grasp. “You talking about me, look at yourself.” he teases, giving you a small smirk. You playfully roll your eyes at him, pulling your hand away. “Boy bye. I’m not checking on you no more. You play too much.” You go back to the other side of the counter and finish up your breakfast. Ony watches you carefully this time, his eyes raking over your body. He takes note of the way your jeans hug you at the waist and wrapped firmly around your hips. Your cropped tank showing a sliver of your belly.

Ony really loved your body shape. He would always say that. He loves the smoothness of your skin. Whenever you would lay up under him, he always found his fingers grazing against whatever skin was showing, whether that was your arm or the sides of your thighs as you lay together watching movies. No matter the occasion, Only always has his hands on you but it was nothing sexual. He simply loves his best friend. He never fails to compliment you and shower you with affection. You were his best friend after all. But now, thinking about last night he was imagining your body in a totally different way. And those thoughts caused him to shake his head quickly, trying to get back to reality. You quickly finished up your meal, completely oblivious to the turmoil that your bestie was going through behind you.

“So what do you think?” your voice perks up as you turn to face him. “Uh yeah.” he said, trying to scrape together the bits and pieces of what you had said. You tilt your head at him, a blank stare on your face as you watch him try to put an answer together like he always did when he zoned out on you. “Okay it's settled then. I'm shaving my head and joining the cult.” you say shrugging and sliding him his plate. Only’s head snapped back to you, “What the fuck? Wait, I didn't agree to that-” he starts but your laugh interrupts him. You doubled over, gripping your side, amused by the utter shock and confusion on his face. “That's what the fuck you get for not listening to me.” you tease. His eyes roll as he grabs the plate that you made for him and sits at the island. You enjoy your breakfast and casual conversation, continuing your morning with each other as usual.

“Okay so we are still meeting E and them for lunch later right?” you say walking towards the door, phone in hand as you close out your messages. “Yeah, they’ll send the reservation later.” Ony says meeting you at the front door. You both stood at the front door, your eyes watching him with expectancy. His brows pull together slightly. “What?” he asks. You hitch a brow at him, “You bump your head or something?” His confused expression scrunches his features more. “Since when have you ever let me walk out the door without my hug and kiss? What's up with you?” you try not to sound hurt by it but the emotion still coats your words. You and Ony have a system when you leave the house. It's been like that from day one. Fuck. he thinks. “Sorry, I’m just not in it today.” he admits to you softly. You give him a forced smile as the breath leaves you body. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all good. See you later.” you whisper before turning towards the door and gripping the nob. “Shit…wait.” Ony says before you have a chance to open the door. His heavy hands grip your wrist and turn you back to face him. You look at him, doe eyes glistening. “I’m sorry prettygirl. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.” he says stepping close to you, his hands sliding from your wrist, up your arms and to your shoulder blade then gliding down to your lower back. Why didn't you come to me you want to ask but then your cheeks heat as you realize what he would've walked into if he did. Instead you swallow heavily, lips slightly parting as you take in how close he was to you.

Ony’s face flashes with emotion but he masks it quickly. Because he knows that you would’ve wanted him to come to you, which he did, but he couldn’t tell you. Not after the things he heard. Honestly he doesn't know if he will ever be able to sleep next to you again with everything he heard and how his body reacted to you last night. You’ve slept in the same bed on multiple occasions but there would be no explaining him waking you up with a wet stain in his bed and him standing at full attention pressed against you. Even thinking about you in his bed in one of his big t-shirts, brown legs bare against his sheets was not helping his current situation.

Pushing arousal aside, he takes a deep breath and pulls you into his arms. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tighten around your waist. He breathes in your familiar scent and it heats his body to the core. Ony buries his face into your neck, the bridge rubbing gently against your skin. Fuck she smells good. Has she always smelled this good? The way he held you close to him made you feel every sculpted muscle in his body through the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. Your breath quickens as your head gets lighter. The air in the room seemed to shift, thick with an intensity that wasn't present before. Ony, pull back his head was screaming at him. That familiar heat surging through his body. He reluctantly loosens his grip, lifting his head from your shoulders. His eyes find yours as you glance up at his face. “Ony,” you whisper, his name coasting from your lips. “Yeah, prettygirl.” he lets out. Your chests are touching and his arms still wrap around your waist. “W-we gotta go.” you explain. “Right.” he starts, letting his hands slip down your waist and off your sides. “Sorry.” he says, eyes still fixed on yours. You take a step back to offer yourself room to breathe. The air was heavy with anxiousness, neither of you sure of what to do next and unsure as to why the other was uncertain. Thoughts plaguing your mind if he actually heard you last night calling out to him makes your cheeks heat. Ony being tormented by the sound of you calling out to him over and over as you pleasured yourself and wondering why he didn't walk in and coax more sounds out of you.

After another deep breath to calm your senses, you finally manage to break the staring contest. You take a small step back releasing your breath as you do so. “Well…” you start. “I’ll see you there?” He stared down at you as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. The action sent a tingle running through your spine. “Yeah, I got to grab something so I’ll be there in a little bit.” You give him a small nod and walk out the door. Ony’s eyes trail after you as he follows the movements of your hips. He waits until you’re in the car and pulled out forces driveway before he walks back towards his room, dropping his bag and keys by the door. He locks his room door before heading back towards his shower to get another release.

Don’t ask me how I feel I swear I don’t know. I feel like I lost my mojo but I’m getting it back. Anyway hope yall like this one.

[bluewinnerangel]

im so not thinking straight right now and i probably should take a minute to collect my thoughts, but im really fking emotional from that video louis posted just now. and seeing it as an acknowledgement and a thank you for all the rainbow projects. and like hes just.. showing pride?! and growth and like. just sharing vulnerability and the journey and- like. fucking hell louis. and fucking thank you joshua i assume shit this video is amazing. like. on another level. the fans highlighted and the stuff they had to say I love that, all the backstage footage packed together mixed in with the show and fan shots works perfectly, the pace the vibe the everything is just fucking chefs kiss. but then louis. what he says. the voice over. Im not processing this properly so in order to process i tried to quote the whole thing (please someone make this nicer im just fast rambling here but i think its correct obvs), he goes:

Louis:

its only been maybe 5 months or 6 months since ive been on the road, bit its felt like a long time ive b een itching to get back out here I really enjoyed myself yesterday im im looking forward to tonight, its just a bit of push and pull sometimes and thats thats thats part of the mental battle ehm at times but one things for sure you know idididi this is where i love to be i love to do those shows and i love to feel the energy of the crowd [then theres a pause and it goes to crowd shots of fans waving rainbows while SHEEE IS BEAUTYYYY] to come back and to tour this album it does feel different does feel special and a difference sense of accomplishment definitely

Fan1:

fan: trust whats going on around you and everything that you go through its just what makes you who you are like who you are as a person

Fan2:

his songs always have some form of encourangement in there hes def a big brother to all of us remind you to have faith in what you havent done yet and what you can do

and then the bit where im just bawling:

Louis:

like all this time and shes beauty i think werent as self explanatory werent as like obvious for me when i was imagining what theyd sound like live and i think steve and the rest of the bandlads(lol?) have done a brilliant job at that. sometimes when youre in your own head even tho you can see the people in front of you and and and in hindsight [this is where shots of rainbow project come in] you can see potentially the importance to it and when youre in your own head that just becomes background noise so ive i tried to be more conscious in the last couple of shows and be more like aware of those things spotting them and really taking them in

like fuck like i imasdf kjdsfamdlwj!?!!?!?!

[kyujism]

rises the blue moon . . yanqing x reader

synopsis: yanqing was a cute little fighter you always took care of once in a blue moon.

a/n: errr havent played hsr in a long time but i pulled him hes such a cutie i had to write abt him bro☹️☹️ no proofread btw this is just a random story

Once in a blue moon, there was a little fighter named Yanqing who crossed paths with you, and you found yourself taking care of him. Yanqing possessed a fiery spirit that burned brightly within him. He was a determined individual who never got hurt easily and took his training with utmost seriousness. On the other hand, you were more calm and structured, providing the guidance and care he needed. Together, you formed an unlikely bond that blended strength with tenderness. Even if you saw him once or twice a month.

Yanqing's confidence sometimes bordered on cockiness, but it was hard not to be charmed by his enthusiasm. His belief in himself was infectious, and it often brought a smile to your face. You admired his unwavering dedication to his craft and the way he approached each challenge with unyielding determination.

As the days passed, you became the one he turned to for advice, support, and a calming presence. You offered him a steady hand, guiding him through the ups and downs of his training journey. Your structured approach helped him refine his techniques and channel his energy more effectively. While Yanqing was the spark, you were the grounding force that kept him on track.

Despite his confident exterior, Yanqing had a softer side that occasionally peeked through. He blushed and got flustered when you praised his progress or showed concern for his well-being. It was in those moments that you saw the vulnerability beneath his tough exterior, and you cherished the opportunity to be there for him.

Your care for Yanqing extended beyond the physical realm. You made sure he had a balanced diet, providing him with nutritious meals and snacks to fuel his training. You encouraged him to rest and recover when necessary, emphasizing the importance of self-care. Through your nurturing presence, you taught him the value of taking care of oneself, both mentally and physically.

The bond between the two of you grew stronger with each passing day. You celebrated his victories together, whether they were small improvements in technique or significant milestones in his training. When he stumbled or faced setbacks, you offered a comforting shoulder and words of encouragement, reminding him that failure was merely a stepping stone to success.

Yanqing's growth as a fighter was undeniable, and it was a joy to witness his progress. His skills became more refined, his movements more fluid, and his confidence soared to new heights. He began to inspire others with his determination and passion, serving as a role model to those who saw his journey unfold.

But amidst the training and the victories, there were also moments of quiet intimacy between you and Yanqing. In those rare instances, when the world faded into the background, you shared heartfelt conversations about dreams, fears, and hopes for the future. These were the moments when Yanqing let his guard down completely, revealing a vulnerable side that only you were privy to.

As time went on, you realized that your connection with Yanqing went beyond the realm of mentorship. It was a bond fueled by mutual respect, care, and admiration. Your role in his life had evolved into something more profound—a source of strength, inspiration, and unwavering support.

Yanqing, in turn, had become an integral part of your own journey. His zest for life and his unyielding spirit reminded you of the importance of embracing challenges and pursuing your dreams with relentless determination. He taught you to find joy in the smallest victories and to never underestimate the power of self-belief.

The bond you shared with Yanqing was a testament to the transformative power of connection and support. Through your guidance and care, he blossomed into a formidable fighter, while you discovered a newfound purpose in nurturing his growth. Together, you formed an unbreakable team, ready to face any obstacle that came your way.

In the end, it was not just Yanqing who grew through your care and support. You, too, were forever changed by the presence of this cute little fighter in your life. And as you continued to walk alongside each other, hand in hand, you knew that your bond would endure, transcending the boundaries of time and distance.