#and the lack of dialogue

[doodledare]

man can dish it out but he can't take it

[celestialwrites]

first kiss dialogue prompts *ੈ✩‧₊˚

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “do that again.”

♡ “see! i knew you didn’t hate me.”

♡ “what was that?” “a kiss..?” “i know that, knucklehead!”

♡ “worth the wait.”

♡ “i still hate you by the way.” “sure you do.”

♡ “did you just kiss me to shut me up?” “no?”

♡ “wow. just wow.”

♡ “just because you’re beautiful and a good kisser does not mean i forgive you.” “you think i’m beautiful?”

♡ “i was expecting a written apology but this is much better.”

♡ “stop saying corny stuff or i’m going to kiss you again.”

♡ “that was earth shattering.”

♡ character A places a kiss on B’s cheek, “you missed.”

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS<3

[muffinlance]

Read "Suki, Alone". Liked it in general. But can they please, please hire someone who knows both the show's actual events and how to follow through on a character arc? Because guys. Guys. That comic is not implying about Suki what they meant it to be implying, and all because of literally one line.

So like. From a writer's standpoint:

What they meant to do: show Suki as a community-oriented person who cares for her people, and believes in everyone succeeding together.

As opposed to (spoilers): the thief girl they set her up in contrast with, who's pretty upfront and consistent on primarily looking out for herself. She betrays Suki for one (1) corn chip to improve her own life at the prison, no surprise.

But the problem is: they give Suki an inspirational line to the effect of "we're all working together and we'll all break out together"

You know

The thing she does not do in the show

So if both the show and this comic are canon, then instead of setting up a compare/contrast with the thief girl, they've just set up a comparison. One were Suki is arguably worse, because she's been leading a significant number of prisoners on with her "we'll all fight and win our freedom together!" business, only to straight up cut them out of the escape loop and abandon them, whereas the thief is only leading Suki on in the sense that Suki keeps telling her what it's morally correct to think and confuses snide replies with agreement

My dudes. My fellow writers. You people actually being paid for this. There were so many ways to fix those awful implications against our girl's character, the simplest of which would be to not include that line. Or they could have, you know, made it canon compliant with what actually happens in the show, so that this comic doesn't set Suki up as a betrayer instead of a community builder. Like... just send all her good prison buddies off to other prisons in the wake of the warden finding out they're colluding. Have it timed to be right before the next new prisoners arrive, thus setting it immediately before the Boiling Rock episodes, so Suki didn't have anyone left in the prison she'd want to take with her on a breakout. For bonus points, include a page or two of her and her Kyoshi warriors opening up the cell of one of her prison friends post-war, thus implying she's tracking down and actually fulfilling her promises. Maybe even show her doing the same with thief girl, who was established as being imprisoned on false charges anyway, and also showing that Suki is A) the bigger person, and B) willing to acknowledge her own role in mistakes (because I cannot emphasize enough how much thief girl was not hiding her own priorities, and it was Suki who approached HER with all this, not the girl ever doing anything special to weasel her way in) (this would also open up an opportunity for paralleling Suki's earlier in-comic mistake of not listening to one of her friend's very valid thoughts and feeling, which lead to the girl leaving their island alone pre-canon; a "seeing people as they are, not what you want them to be" moment)

Anyway yeah enjoyable enough for a quick read but another one for the "this can't be canon or the characters are So Much Worse than they were in the actual show" pile

At least Aang didn't promise to murder anyone in this one

[the-auguer]

Fright Night

Just a li’l something that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while. It was titled ‘the girls are fighting’ so do with that what you will.

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Mammon’s nails dig a little bit into your arm. It’s not harsh or purposeful. It just happens. Like how his arm constricts around your chest and squeezes you a bit too tightly. You crane your head to stare at him. His eyes are a harsh blue, the yellow near his iris ablaze, and he’s not looking at you. 

Belphie retracts his arms slowly, a frown marring his previously soft face. 

“Mammon.” he says slowly. Tightly, like Mammon’s arms. “What are you doing?”

Mammon’s grip tightens a little. You push at Mammon’s chest, and try harder when he doesn’t budge. 

“Mammon, let go.”

Mammon glances down at you. “What?! Why!?”

You glare at him. “You’re squeezing.”

Mammon’s hold on you loosens, but he doesn’t let go. You push uselessly at him again, unwilling to Order him, but getting close to it. 

“Mammon,” Belphie says again, his light frown beginning to pull into a scowl. “Why?”

“Whaddaya mean, why?” Mammon snipes back. “You were touchin’ them.”

“We were hugging.”

“Yeah, and you’re not allowed.”

“Not allowed? Then what are you doing?”

“Wha— well obviously they want the Great Mammon to hold them. I’m allowed.”

“And I’m not?”

“No!”

“Why?”

Mammon splutters. “Why? Be-because you’re not allowed, that’s why!”

Levi snorts, sinking deeper into your bed and not glancing up from his D.D.D. “I’m telling Beel that you hit Belphie.”

From his hold, you feel Mammon’s body tense. “I didn’t hit him!”

“You shoved me,” Belphie says, confusion fading into anger. “When I hugged them, you shoved me.”

Beel walks back into your room, a tower of snacks in his arms. He drops them irreverently to the ground and they crackle and crunch at his feet. “Who shoved Belphie?”

Levi cackles. “Mammon.”

Mammon startles, backing both you and him up a few steps. “I did not!”

“Yeah, you did,” Levi sings.

“Yes, you did!” Belphie yells. 

You drive your hand into Mammon’s face to  create more space between the both of you. You were just trying to watch a movie. Why did watching movies always evolve into shit like this? It’s not fair. 

“Let go, Mammon. Now.”

“No!” Mammon shouts, obviously panicked as both Beel and Belphie begin to advance on him. Levi lifts his D.D.D, obviously recording. 

“Why not!” You yell back, wedging your elbow against his cheek and push with all your might. Mammon squawks and tries to pry your arms off his face. 

“Because!”

“No one should push Belphie,” Beel intones, moving closer and closer. 

“They’re not something you can hog all to yourself, Mammon,” Belphie says darkly, in step with Beel.

“Let me go right now!” You shout. If this continues, there’s going to be a dog pile on Mammon and you are not the slightest bit interested in the broken bones that will follow if you get caught up in that. 

“Fight, fight, fight, fight,” Levi chants.

“Mammon,” you scream as Beel gets closer. He’s so obviously focused on Mammon and not on you. Maybe Beel doesn’t even see you right now. “Now!”

“No! He’s not allowed!”

“Why!” Belphie howls.

“You’ll hurt them!”

Belphie freezes his prowl forward, and you pause your attempts to pinch under Mammon’s arms. 

Levi lowers his D.D.D. Beel stops moving entirely. 

Mammon’s eyes dart around anxiously, sensing the change in the room. 

He laughs nervously. “Yeah, you’ll just hurt them, so it’s better for me to hold them. See,” he jostles you, “no harm done.”

You shove Mammon harshly. “Get. Off. Me! Get off me now!”

Surprisingly, Mammon lets go of you this time. His eyes are big and wet. “Why?”

He looks hurt, and usually you would backtrack right about now. You would assure him and explain to him. Sighing, you try. 

“Belphie won’t hurt me.” You say, tiredly. You motion for Levi to put his D.D.D down. “Is this about how you were late? I told you what time I was starting the movie and you decided to stay out shopping.”

“No, it’s not,” Mammon says, sounding petulant. “I’m not mad because of that. I’m mad cause yer lettin’ him touch all over you and he’ll hurt you!”

“No he won’t,” you say, exasperated.

“No I won’t,” Belphie presses.

“No he won’t,” Beel echoes, confusion evident in the furrow of his brows. 

Levi stays quiet, his D.D.D laying on the bed next to him. 

Mammon is your friend. A close friend, even if he’s really bad at being a friend sometimes. You try to understand, despite the throbbing of your head. 

“What do you mean, Mammon? You have to expla—“

“Whaddaya mean, whaddaya I mean?” Mammon interrupts, frustrated. “He already did! He— he—“

Mammon clamps a handful of his hair in his fist, tugging ineffectually. “He hurt you.”

Mammon’s eyes are more than just wet now. He’s tearing up, staring at you imploringly, worse than when he begs you to hide him from Lucifer. It’s almost too much for you to bear. 

Belphie snarls. “That was before— that was because I— I said I was sorry! I’m not going to do it again! You’re just jealous they want to spend time with me, so you’re making up excuses!”

“No I am not!” Mammon yells back, tears disappearing under a rare bearing of fangs. “I’M their first, so there’s nothin’ ta be jealous of! I’m bein’ honest here!”

“You know why you’re their first?” Belphie says dangerously. Beel puts a worried hand on his shoulder, but Belphie shakes it off. “Because Levi threatened them into it to get his money back! They didn’t want to form a pack with you, they had to.”

Levi sank deep into your comforter, mumbling something indistinct as he attempts to be absorbed by the sheets. 

“It’s different now! And that doesn’t matter anymore!”

“Mammon‘s right, Belphie,” you say. “It doesn’t. But both of you need to calm down so we can talk this through.”

“Talk through what? How Mammon thinks I’ll hurt my contractor?”

Beel moves forward, pressing a hand on Belphie’s chest. “That’s right,” he stresses, brows still drawn together. “Belphie has a contract with them. He can’t hurt them.”

“Yes,” you agree, pouncing on Beel’s statement with vigor. “No one in this house can hurt me. See? It’s all fine.”

You glance at the clock, prepared to make an excuse about how late it is and how you are oh so tired and they’ll have to watch a movie another night. 

“But Mammon hurt you,” Levi pipes up, peering out from inside the cocoon he made out of your blanket. “Just now. You’re bleeding.”

You glance down and yeah, the skin of your upper arm is a bit red and there are small cuts where Mammon’s nails had dug in. They’re not bleeding, per se, but they are raw pink and surrounded by ripped skin. 

Mammon almost falls over with how hard he startles. “What! I didn’t— but I didn’t— I didn’t mean to! That was an accident!”

You poke experimentally at your arm. It stings, but no more than it should. You’re fine. 

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

You try to smile soothingly at Mammon, who is staring at you like you are the killer in a slasher film, his honey brown skin pale and stricken. 

“Hypocrite,” Belphie crows vindictively. “All that talk and you’re the one who hurt them!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Mammon swears, louder than before. 

“Are you okay?” Beel asks worriedly. He plucks a bag of chips off the floor to press into your hands. “Eat something, it’ll make you feel better.”

You open the bag eat a chip to stave off his fretting. “I’m fine, Beel. It’s fine.” You look at Mammon meaningfully. “I’m fine.” 

“Go-good. And what the hell, Levi!” Mammon shouts, gaining back steam. “Why’d ya have to go and bring that up?”

Levi burrows tighter into your blanket. You wouldn’t be surprised if there’s rips stressed into it by the end of the night. “Just leveling the field. Now everyone in here has hurt them. Balanced team. Every RPG needs a balanced team. All the Seven Lords hurt Henry before they became friends. It’s the way it is.”

Everyone shifts uncomfortably at that. The air around you is suffocating. You suddenly ache to be the one in Levi’s cocoon. Preferably alone. 

“Thank you, Levi,” you grit out frustratedly. “So. Much. Since this conversation is over, I think I’m done with movie night. You all can go back to your rooms.”

Belphie startles. “What did I do? It was Mammon that started this!”

“Belphie.” Beel glances at you, uncertain and guilty in equal measure. You want to hide in your closet to avoid his gaze. “Let’s just go. We can talk about it later.”

Levi slowly extracts himself. He looks at you like he wants to say something, but turns away instead. 

Mammon clenched his fists. “I wanna talk more. Are ya sendin’ me out cause I hurt ya? I didn’t mean to, honest.”

“I know Mammon, and I’m fine,” you sigh. “I’m tired, though. We can talk later.”

Belphie shakes Beel off again. “Sure. We can talk later.” He gives Mammon a nasty smile. “We’re all on the same team, after all.”

Mammon is across the room in the blink of an eye, Belphie’s collar clenched tight in his hand. Belphie rises to the tops of his toes and snatches Mammon’s collar in return. 

“I am not on the same level as you. As any of you. Because I never tried to kill them.”

And there it is. Exactly what you were hoping would never be said. Ever. 

“I never almost killed them. I never actually killed them! You did that!” Mammon yanks at Belphie’s collar. “Ya killed them! And said sorry ‘cause a’ Lilith! Ya didn’t mean it!”

“Yes I did!” Belphie howls. He releases Mammon’s collar to claw uselessly at Mammon’s hands. His horns curl out of his hair and his tail lashes behind him like a provoked cat. “I meant it! I meant it, you selfish bastard! You just wish I didn’t cause you want them all to yourself!”

Beel is shifting from foot to foot, obviously longing to step in or speak up, but does not move. His eyes are locked on Mammon, unsure. He doesn’t seem scared, but he is uncertain. Levi moves between your table and the wall, like the added barrier puts him further away from the situation. 

“Ya didn’t! Ya killed them! Ya killed my best friend! I had ta watch them die!”

Mammon is not in his demon form, despite Bephie’s bared fangs and the flashes of purple singing through the air. He holds Belphie captive like it doesn’t mean anything, like Belphie’s struggles to free himself don’t require the smallest hint of his demonic power. 

“Stop it.” Your fists clench. “I don’t like this.”

Mammon continues to yell, and tears are falling freely down his cheeks. Belphie curses him, screams his name and damns him in every way he seems to know how. 

“Ya don’t know! Ya laughed! Ya laughed when I cried an’ they weren’t breathing! No one cared but me! They were dead an’ no one else cared!”

The shockwaves of Belphie’s power grow more drastic, more erratic.

“You didn’t notice I was gone!” He bellows. “Lucifer kept me in the goddamn attic and you thought I was playing nice with humans! You were supposed to be my big brother! You were supposed to come for me!”

“How could you?” They both wail and wail and wail. 

Why.

Why did you have to break up the fights between beings that are thousands of years older than you? Why did you have to be the one with the level head in a room full of people that could kill you on a whim? In a simple accident? Is it because you dared to care about them? Is it really that bad to care about them? God help you, you care about them so much. 

Shouldn’t this feel vindicative? Shouldn’t you feel better now that the confrontation has happened, feel more seen? Shouldn’t you want your housemates, your friends, to acknowledge you and your past pain? Why did you feel so drained and defeated, then?

Maybe because you were always going to die. 

From the moment you arrived in that throne room with the most powerful demons that gave less than a shit about your continued existence, you were always going to die. Maybe it was not a possibility but a race of circumstances. A race of who would do it first.

Leviathan in the Tales of the Seven Lords trivia competition, the first to charge at you. His scornful gaze as he verbally contemplates the pros and cons of killing you. The force in his eyes as he made you a pawn in a game of revenge against his brother. 

Beelzebub in the kitchen, your room in shambles afterwards. The knowledge that that could have easily been you. His flat, hungry eyes in the student council room, and a few more places beyond that. 

Lucifer in the crypt, bearing down on you with the light of heaven’s finest and looming power of the right hand of the ruler of hell. A hand clamping down on your injured wrist. Lucifer time and time again reminding you of how easily he would kill you if you stepped out of line. Would. Not could. 

Asmodeus’s hypnotic gaze training itself on you dozens of times, certain you will yearn for him, certain you will bow to him. His annoyance when you do not. Cerberus’s breath lashing across your heels as you run, heart plummeting to your stomach. 

Satan’s room, green flames licking at the walls and beginning to scorch your skin. His claws reaching for your throat. 

Mammon. Mammon never… but he did. He left you for dead, time and time again in the beginning. He was told to watch you, to guard you, and he left you in the clutches of demons. Again and again. 

And you were so focused on the contestants in front of you, the ones already at your throat, that you didn’t think to look out for the knife behind you. The hands at your neck, the bind around your trachea, the arms around your chest. The sight of your own body, limp and lifeless. 

Belphegor. 

Where was Lucifer? You reach into the pocket of your pajama pants, scrambling for your D.D.D. 

Your shaking fingers manage to navigate to Lucifer’s contact, and you find you can’t do more than hit the call button. The dial tone is lost in the cacophony of your room, and you find you can no longer see Beel or Levi past how hazy Belphie’s power is making you. 

Your D.D.D falls from your limp fingers, and you find your eyes getting heavy.

Well… well shit.

[agentravensong]

i got the stranger variant of the ending(s) this time (the last achievement i needed), and i think some of the dialogue options for going to her without the knife were new? including this exchange:

which did, in fact, make me tear up a bit. contrarian :(

[ddarker-dreams]

there needs to be a name for the emotion you experience when you can tell a guy's about to turn a normal convo into something real awkward

[doritofalls]

not herbert west. 

[reading-and-weeping]

slut

ftm!keegan p. russ x top male reader

note: keegan has a pussy and reader has a dick. hinted that both keegan and reader are switches. slut mentioned to describe reader and keegan. pwp because the plot is kind of all over the place but just pretend it makes sense. first time writing and not proofread. no pronouns for reader but was written with a male in mind. probably ooc btw my bad

“maybe i’ll treat you like one.” 

keegan’s eyes fluttered at those words. he bites his lip to muffle the groan that threatens to spill from his mouth. he can feel heat rising to his face. without his mask on you note how beautiful he looks with the light that emits from the small lamp in your shared room.

“what did you say?” his voice is husky under his breath. he motions to look away.

the hand not resting on his hip goes up to his chin, locking his eyes to yours. “you heard me.”

a slight shiver moves through keegan’s body as a familiar feeling begins to pool in his stomach. your thumb slowly inches up to his mouth, parting his lips. keegan’s vision becomes foggy as he feels the tip of your thumb gently push between his soft lips. 

your bodies are completely still but your eyes don’t disconnect. his breathing becomes heavy as you switch your thumb out for your pointer finger, pushing it into his mouth as his tongue makes contact with it. he lets out a pretty moan around it, slightly gagging when you get to the knuckle. he closes his eyes. “don’t stop,” he tries to say around your finger before you pull it out, patting his cheek. 

“maybe you should think twice about who the slut is in this relationship.” you say sternly. keegan’s eyes widen somewhat, as a boyish laugh resounds from his chest. his hand reaches up to clasp over yours and he brings it to his lips to kiss it. “that’s what this is about?” he smiles.

if you were being honest you couldn’t quite remember what exactly had you so fired up. you two were bantering. he was deliberately pressing your buttons, talking about the way he had you wrapped around his finger, or maybe it was something about how you acted in bed. when you angrily argued the same he’d responded with, “what do you think i am? a slut?”  he always knew exactly what to say to get you fuming.

you huff as he holds your face, pulling you in for a chaste kiss. he’s still smiling, even after you pull away. his arms rest on your shoulders as yours wrap around his waist. your face automatically goes to his neck, inhaling the smell of his cologne. keegan hums in response as you meticulously place kisses there. a hand mindlessly moves under his shirt, caressing his hip and trailing to the small of his back before ending on his chest, brushing over a nipple.

his head tilts to the side as he quietly huffs. his hand goes to the back of your head—a silent plea for you to continue. feeling his hips move into yours releases a low groan from you, muffled by the skin of his neck against your mouth. 

you force yourself to pull away, ordering him to get on the bed. he gives a flushed smile, pulling his shirt over his head as he lays back onto your cool sheets, looking up at you with an eager expression, his beautiful eyes cloudy with lust and adoration. he grasps the pillow underneath his head as he watches you in turn get on the bed, your knees holding you up as you pull your own shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor.

your hands are on either side of the bed next to his shoulders. he leans up to give you a passionate kiss. his body moves on its own, arms around you as his nails ever-so-gently brush across your back. you hear him growl between your lips, pulling your body closer to his. his teeth bite your lower lip, and he gasps when you grind into him, the friction of your jeans causes his arousal to pool between his legs.

you pull one of his legs up, resting it against your hip to give a better angle as you rock your groins together. he immediately bucks his hips, his mouth next to your ear as he moans. his nails dig a little into your back as your clothed dick moves just right against him.

“can you feel what you do to me?” you whisper, moving your hand up and down his bare sides. 

“yes..” keegan responds in a hushed voice. your zipper catches on his clothed cunt, and a moan rumbles through his chest as eyes forcibly close. “god, yes..” he arches into your chest as his lower body twitches. 

your dick twitches at the look on his face. “our pants are still on and you’re already acting like this?” you tease, pride dancing on the corners of your growing smirk.

“t-that’s not fair..” his eyes snap open. he swallows with a nervous chuckle, cursing under his breath. it looks like he wants to say more but his head falls back against the pillow only to raise it again with a sheepish expression as he undoes his belt with a sigh. you watch with a knowing smile, sitting up as he slides his jeans off and exhaling at your watchful eyes as he’s left in nothing but his boxers. 

“thought you were tougher than that, keegan. what happened?” the words seep out like honey as keegan shrugs, his chest puffing out. 

“what about you?” he reaches down to undo your belt now. “thought you were supposed to be the mature one?” his eyes look up at you through his dark lashes with raised eyebrows and you find it hard not to get lost in them. 

“well when a pretty boy like you needs to be put in his place how can i resist?” you bite back as your line of sight snaps down. before he can react you have a grip on his wrist—your belt was out of its loops and clasped tightly in his hands. had you not reacted faster, you without a doubt would have found yourself on your back, wrists bound above your head with a smug keegan sitting on your hips. 

a toothy smirk is back on his face as he groans at the display your strength. “almost..” he whispers out. you tear the belt from his grasp and throw it to the floor. without patience you push his hands up next to his head and you roughly pull him up by the hips, taking off what’s left to separate his sopping pussy from your eager mouth. like the red sea his legs immediately part, and without warning you’re leaning down, tongue already diving inside him. 

next to his head, keegan’s hands are holding onto the sheets. he moans, hips raising into your mouth as his back arches. he bites his lip, struggling to open his eyes as you suck on his clit, arms looped under his thighs to pull them closer into your face. “fuck!” he chokes out. he struggles to think as he feels your finger slip into his wet entrance, clenching onto it as you kiss his cunt and lap up his sweet juices.

you slip another finger inside, pumping it into his soaking entrance in rhythm with your tongue. the sounds of his own wet pussy has him squeezing, and the vibrations from you humming against his swollen clit has his back arching again, moans spilling from his mouth uncontrollably. his legs are wrapped around your head, his heels digging in as he twitches beneath you.

you give his clit one last suckle before retreating back up for air and looking down at keegan. he looks debauched and absolutely wrecked. you smile, scissoring your fingers in the depth of his heat before pulling them out. he’s beautiful like this, you think—legs spread and soaking. his hair is messy somehow, his head tilted to the side before he looks at you. he blinks away the stars in his vision, fighting to give you the same smugness he had only moments ago. 

“you okay?” you ask carelessly. he scoffs, trying to catch his breath.  you don’t give him the chance to relax before you’re situating yourself between his legs properly, taking your aching dick out of the confinements of your jeans and pushing it against his pulsating entrance. 

your cock slides in so easily a groan erupts from you almost immediately. your hands are on his hips and you hold onto them for support as you slowly bottom out. “holy shit..” you breathe out, moving so you’re balancing on your arms now, face right next to keegan’s. one of his hands inches to the nape of your neck, the other going to your back, pulling you into him again. his legs wrap around you, keeping your cock as deep inside him as it can go. you groan, eyes shut tight involuntarily. your breathing wavers as his pussy clenches around your dick. you hear keegan let out a sultry chuckle under you. 

“you fall apart so easily..” he says, his voice right in your ear. your eyes shoot open. you grunt in subtle anger, trying to push yourself up but his legs trap you, his hips moving in a way he knows makes you breathless. you let out a whine and the twinkle in his eyes makes you instantly regret it. 

“what’s wrong?” his expression is dark as he unrelentlessly bucks up into you, forcing your cock to pump into him at a quick pace. “what happened to treating me like a slut?” you want to slap those words out of his annoying mouth, but the way his pussy flutters and squeezes around your dick so perfectly causes your mind to go blank. 

“i-” you try to speak but you’re interrupted by your own groan as you feel yourself getting close. you want to pull away, put your hand on his mouth and fuck him with your tongue again till he can’t fucking talk, but there’s nothing you can do against his strong legs and his stupidly pretty face. 

his nails dig into your arms. suddenly your hips stutter and your vision goes white as you cum inside of him. you feel him clench around you one last time as a moan of your name forces itself out of him. your hips move together long enough to ride out the high, before you finally collapse onto him. 

your heavy breathing is the only sound left in the room, and you roll over off of him and onto your back, laying by his side. your eyes are closed as you try to catch up with reality. when you finally open them you’re met with a mischievous look that sends a bolt of arousal straight to your dick again, and before you can say a word your wrists are up above your head, a familiar belt tying them together, imprisoning you to the bedpost. 

“you didn’t think i was done with you yet, did you?”  he leans down to your ear and whispers, “slut.”

[quinns-art-box]

and an extremely late thing i did for saimatsu week day 7!! tiny little comic the prompt was birthday :] absolutely adore the hc that kaede's bad at cooking but she is trying so hard and that's always good enough. plus they can just do it together <3

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #72

Harry (to Tom): Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to be mediocre as you call it? That perhaps my greatest ambition is to be average? An utter nobody?

Tom: That doesn’t make any bloody sense. No one wants to be no one.

Harry: I do. So I guess I’m no one.

Tom: … If you have no ambition how are you in Slytherin?

Harry (shrugging): Ambition to do nothing is still ambition, at least according to the Sorting Hat.

Tom: That’s a oxymoron.

Harry: That’s what I said too.

[immortaladrien]

villains who show genuine concern for their hero… 🥰 | ☕️ tws: self-care callout post

V: “What’s your story? I mean, you have to be pretty screwed up to become a hero, when you think about it–”

H: “That’s rich coming from a villain.”

V: “Nonono, really, listen to me. It’s human nature to do what’s going to benefit you. Trying to accumulate power, money… That’s how any normal person works. Who messed you up so badly that you’re this willing to sacrifice everything for others? When is your well-being going to become a factor?”

H: “…”

V: “All of this is to say that judging from those eye-bags, you haven’t taken a break in at least a month. I’ll call everything off right now if you’ll take a nap.”

H: “You– You staged this entire thing so I would do self care?”

V: “…Did it work?”

[screwpinecaprice]

Got a freeform connverse ko-fi request, baby!

I mean, the request was them doing something cute as a couple, but almost same thing.

Thank you for the tip and request, Alphasun! 😁

[springbon-t-art]

Part 14/15 

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST 

There´s a Bonus scene of Bendy for this part but i haven´t finished it yet, i´m starting collegue this monday (please pray for me ´cuz i´m actually afraid lol) So i´ve been quite busy, but i´ll post it asap, sorry! 

I Hope you have a nice day! <3

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[zivvis]

barbie doll gore mod where you can do his hair and put him in situations. it's exactly the same mod

[ninicaise]

damen & laurent are so iconic i think because as the tumblr expectations demand they Do share 2 single braincells where one of them is for pining & being horny and the other one is the most powerful braincell in the universe and it's for being the smartest most competent people in the five entire kingdoms. and that is inherently a very interesting combination

[hermitscratch]

6., and Scarian please!

Send me a pairing + a number! || Accepting

6. A desperate kiss, Scar/Grian, 639 words

Grian hailed Double Life as one of his greatest ideas yet.

The concept presented so much potential: bind the players in randomly generated pairs and make surviving a them problem. Sharing a life so completely opened doors to new strategies, new necessities, and most importantly, new collaborations. Grian had worked out the odds. With their group of fourteen, the likelihood was that most of the pairs would be between people who had never before teamed in the game, or in some cases, never really spoken outside of it.

Joel and Etho were a great example of the former. They'd both flown the Dogwarts banner, back in Third Life, but their interactions were brief and non-committal. The only unified front Grian can recall them ever posing was when a TNT cannon had been involved. They shared a common goal now, and it didn't take long for them to fall in step with each other, especially when they wanted to drum up some mischief.

On the other side of things, there were Tango and Jimmy. The only pair to be united in death, and as much as Grian would like to write them off, once the dirt of their explosive meeting settled, they took to being soulmates like fish to water. Losing everything would do that to you, Grian supposed; Tango and Jimmy returned from that respawn with nothing gained but each other, and that was enough.

Grian probably wouldn't break up those pairs. Maybe some of the ones that weren't as enthused about their matches, like Scott and Pearl. Or the ones that didn't seem to click at all, like Cleo and Martyn. In the long run, it didn't matter much. Grian would take anybody, so long as it wasn't Scar.

Scar, who went the entire session thus far laying claim to other soulmates.

Scar, who misconstrued Grian's concern for his wellbeing as plain early-game kindness.

After the second failed attempt at telling Scar that the universe's sick sense of humor had seen it fit to tie them together, again, Grian started to wonder if the ignorance was willful.

They didn't have much longer before session hours ended. At least Scar was easy to find, sat at the edge of the jungle and surrounded by the odd, cat-like pandas he'd taken a liking to.

The first try was a bust. Scar looked away when the pandas followed him, the flash of damage shooting through them both going entirely unnoticed, and Grian made a frustrated sound. Four hearts gone, for nothing.

They could only afford one more hit. Grian reset the dripstone, repositioned Scar beneath it, and told him firmly, look at me.

Scar looked up.

The dripstone's point nailed him between the eyes and crumbled. Scar yelped, brushing blood and residue from his face, not even noticing Grian in the same position. They were down to two hearts. They were too hungry to regenerate.

Grian felt a hair's width from losing his mind. He took Scar's face and forced them to locked eyes. It's me, He wanted to scream, Not the allay or the stupid pandas, me. It's always me, always us, don't you see that?

It's been that way since the desert, back in Third Life. Together in the beginning, together in the end. Scar was flippant, clumsy. He was also strong, and clever, and fiercely protective of what he valued. Resources, bases, allies.

Grian.

Grian recalled a handful of lilacs and poppies, and an uncharacteristically small voice asking if they could still be friends with the same look in his eyes that Grian was seeing now. Cautious, hopeful.

He pulled Scar forward. It's us against the world again, He thought desperately as he stole Scar's very breath. When Scar kissed him back, hands holding his waist and pressed chest to chest, Grian thought Scar might have finally understood.