#angsty showering

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[streysteal]

My favorite flavor, ANGST. One without and one with eyesmudge.

[weirdagnes]

i have so many headcanons about kiku and kanjuro

[laukisimp]

imagine Lauki as fugitives, playing a crucial role in the revolution and potentially reviving the Snapdragon

[crabbypalsart]

OK quick shift of focus from what I am working on rn, but I really had to get this out of my system lest I go insane. X•D So, this "X Reader" fanfic with Wally I've been reading called 'Vista Alegre' on AO3 just wrapped up, and well, can I just say??? *UNCONTROLLABLE SOBBING*

[americanwh0resstuff]

-Good Side In-

Blaine DeBeers

(Human) Blaine DeBeers x reader one shot

Word count: 1,191

Kinda fluff ☁️ smut ❤️‍🔥

little bit of Blaine lore! Half boyfriend Blaine is back!!! Some more fluffy smut of human Blaine not knowing how to be in a healthy relationship works, trying his best to be affectionate...

-Good side in-

'I put up a fight, it's a light hit

I turned my good side in'

It was 10pm on a Friday night and Blaine and I had already gotten back to my apartment, now laying in comfy pjs and eating icecream while watching crappy horror movies. Earlier tonight we went on a date night to the local pub, but we soon realised that the loud music and chattering was too much. I guess my party girls days are truly already over...

We left after one drink and decided to spend the rest of the evening at home.

———

Home was a weird word for Blaine, he had always felt that it was more than just a house with his stuff in it, it was a feeling, or a place, he just hadn't found it yet.

He never had the best home life, an absent father and a dead mother, the only person around was his relentless nanny, which was somehow worse than being alone.

He had a few vague good memories, memories of his mother taking him to the park, holding him when he couldn't sleep, comforting him after his dad's outbursts. He was only 6 when she died, her face now a blank slate, all he could remember was her voice, and even that was becoming quieter and quieter each day.

His father was never a coddler, he told Blaine right from the start that she took her own life, simply explaining that she was ashamed to have a son like him, and that he drove her too it.

Sadly Blaine believed him, until he was about 13 years old, when he realised that it was most likely his dads doing.

From then on he never really felt safe, not wanting to call anywhere home, constantly looking over his shoulder, not trusting anyone.

That is until (Y/n) came into his life, the way she looked at him, not passed him, the way she listened to every word he spoke, actually interested and not just using him for his money. But nothing compared to her smile, that was home.

Blaine looked down at (y/n) the way she lay her head on his chest, her hand wrapped around his, this was safety, not just for him, but the way she felt safe with him, gave him pride and warmth he had never felt before...

———

I looked up at Blaine, smiling at him, he was obviously deep in thought, the way his eyebrows furrowed every so often, and how his eyes looked passed the television, he looked gorgeous, although he didn't take well to my compliments, as cocky as he was.

I pushed myself up, turning to face him. Still in his trance, i leaned in and kissed him, instantly making him smile.

"Why don't we go take a shower and get into bed?" i asked while smirking softly.

That seemed to snap him out of it, an immediate smile on his face.

he nodded and i stood from his lap, pulling him up and leading him to my small bathroom, i turned the water on and began undressing myself as it heated up.

When i was down to my underwear i turned to see Blaine staring, still in his pjs, i bit my lip and walked towards him, pulling his shirt over his head, kissing his neck and chest softly as i moved to his pants, my hand ghosted over his clothed member before stripping him completely, then turning back around for him to unhook my bra.

I slipped out of my panties and pulled Blaine under the hot water with me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting the water wash over me.

"You're awfully quiet tonight?" i opened my eyes to see him scanning my body, still slightly out of it.

He shook his head and smiled  "Oh sorry... don't worry gorgeous... just, how am i this lucky?" The smirk was back, the look that made me weak in the knees, the way his eyes traced over me, how his hands grasped my hips, it drove me wild.

"Don't get all cheesy on me now, Debeers..."

i giggled softly as i stood on my toes to kiss him.

His kissed back fiercely, backing me up into the cool glass wall, a hard contrast to his warm hands and lips.

i groaned into the kiss, his right hand reaching between my legs, fingers slipping between my folds as I lean impossibly closer into him, my legs already shaking in anticipation.

I reached up and tangled my hands in his wet hair, two fingers then entering me, making me gasp and pull away.

"That's it (y/n)... so needy"

His voice was deep and whispered, his lips ghosting my earlobe before attaching to my jaw, biting and sucking along the way.

He removed his fingers and tapped the underside of my thighs, signalling for me to wrap my legs around his waist.

He lifted me with ease, grinding his hips against mine before lining himself up with me, with a swift thrust he entered my tight cunt, throwing his head back with a soft groan.

He holds my face in one hand, watching me in awe as I choke out a moan.

I struggle to hold eye contact, feeling like prey under his gaze.

I turned my head and closed my eyes, mouth falling open as he started moving, my legs tightening around him with every thrust, nails scratching his shoulders.

Our moans echoed off the shower walls, drowning out the sound of the water trickling down Blaines back, the steam building more and more, making our already heavy breathing even harder.

If I wasn’t already choking on the hot air around me, it was made worse (or better) by Blaines hand wrapping around my throat.

My eyes were clouded over, legs shaking and body weak, I was struggling to hold on, feeling so far removed from my body, I felt on fire at the same time, I didn’t even have time to warn him before I was coming around his cock, practically screaming his name.

If I wasn’t so out of it I’d have sworn I heard his low groans turn to high pitched whimpers as he too climaxed while gripping me tightly, his body pressing mine harder against the steamed up glass.

His head rested on my shoulder, laying soft kisses on my skin as he pulled out and let my feet finally touch the ground, he then pulled me back under the hot water, still dazed as he ran his hands through my hair, washing it as I stared at him completely in awe, the way he can be so demanding, dominant and cold, yet here he is, lovingly washing my hair, pressing soft kisses on my skin.

He was hiding something, though not anything bad, he was hiding his soft side, and I’m determined to bring it out.

[tgmsunmontue]

Mav (and Ice to a lesser extent) would be far harder on Bradley than they would be on any other kid/adult.

They see Bradley and compare him to themselves, forgetting that they're fully grown adults (debatable in Mav's case) and have YEARS of experience and training on Bradley.

They know what Bradley is capable of, and when he's half-assing it, so they're always pushing him to be better.

Also some of their personal drive for Bradley to BE BETTER is because they know being better will keep him safer. Not safe, but safer. (Being a parent is terrifying when your kid isn't doing a risky job, let alone when they are).

They don't really get it until some of their friends are complimenting them on Bradley's knowledge and skills and they're like 'great! we didn't fuck up!' but then one or the other makes a passing comment and someone (Slider?) just makes a 'what the fuck?' face and asks them outright that if they were looking at any other new recruit, would they be impressed. And they answer that yes, of course they would be.

And then they realise that actually maybe they have fucked up. Bradley knows he's loved, but he doesn't know that they're so immensely proud of him.

[treshmind]

I hate writing. Send tweet.

[begay-doocs]

so what if my version of chat noir was an angel and what if the angel was the angel of death and also what if she was bigender. yeah thats all.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Have any soft FD HC’s/ scenarios when he would take care of them?

(Not actual scenes, because I know you you would end up writing something, just scenarios.)

(Bonus points if it includes the Burrito Bros…)

LOL you know me too well, I would probably write something. XD

Sky likes to wear the mask so Fierce can interact with the others (he tells Fierce that it isn't too painful for him personally, which is an absolute lie, but Fierce respects his privacy and doesn't read his mind after the first time so he doesn't know). He always does it when Time isn't around that way the elder doesn't get upset (Time wants to meet Fierce as much as the rest but he doesn't want Sky to get hurt/ill/drained from it). He talks to Fierce a fair amount to help him keep up with what's happening. So when one of the boys is hurt or ill beyond something a simple potion can fix, Fierce is usually fretting about it and Sky lets him come out.

One time Twilight pushes himself too far because he's still recovering from his Dink Disaster, and it happens because the group got separated. Sky, Twi, and Four are together at the moment, and Sky happens to have the mask because he was talking to Fierce when the ambush happened that got them split up. Fierce is worried as all get out, so Sky lets him take over because the deity has more experience in this sort of thing and is far more capable of fighting off the hordes that they know are lingering around. Four is overly stressed and freaking out because it's too soon from the last time Twi almost died, so Fierce soothes him and takes care of Twi and slaughters any monster that breathes within a ten mile radius. Twi tries to pull his weight and Fierce just ends up carrying him as they walk. Four loves doing storytelling with Fierce because he adores listening to his little rainbow fill him in on events in the world. Twi eventually settles into being cared for because he can't really argue about being a burden to a freaking godlike figure, and Fierce learns to his delight that Twi loves cuddling. Four does too.

When the trio finally reunites with another chunk of the Chain, it's Warriors and Wild, and oh boy because Fierce knows about Wars' PTSD and Four told him all about Wild's issues and this Mother Hen is going to town now because he can already see how stressed and worn out they are and he just sets to work calming them down and insisting everything and everyone is fine and gathering ingredients for Wild so he can stress cook and Fierce wants to taste everything because he hasn't eaten in millennia, and he senses when Warriors is going from normal to I have to take care of everything and everyone and I am spiraling mode, and he has Twilight basically tackle him as Wolfie before carrying Warriors over to the group wrapped in his scarf. Fierce showers Wild with praises because he knows he needs to hear it, Four does more story time (interspersed with Warriors and Twilight and Wild piping in) and the like.

After a few days, they reach civilization, and Fierce hesitates, knowing he'd be an intimidating sight in a town of Hylians who know nothing about him. He asks Wars what it was like when he took the mask off, and Wars tells him about the sensation. Fierce feels really awful, and he asks the boys to gather supplies for Sky and get a room at the inn ready for him. Fierce tries to mentally reach out to Sky and can't find him. Nervous, he takes the mask off, and Sky is a hot mess, but the boys take care of him.

The next time Sky tries to talk to the mask, Fierce won't reply until Sky almost puts it on. He asks Sky to not use the mask, and says he's content with just hearing about the boys. Sky can immediately hear the pain in his voice and knows he's lying, but he doesn't know what to do about it, so he decides to go to Legend and Hyrule, magic and artifact experts, to see if they can work something out.

Because by now, everyone wants to meet Grandpa Fierce.

[joyfuladorable]

nice, nice by temptationstairway

"Fuck! Just one goddamn day–"

"Mhm–"

"Can't even get a fucking bag of chips–"

Mikey lifts up a hand and grabs her leg to get her attention. "I think we need the first aid kit."

Casey looks down, blood running along her chin and onto her shirt. "What makes you say that?"

Messy 1AM sketch of my faves cuz I love them and also the fic is very cute and DAMN IT I wish we'd gotten more of their dynamic...

[extraclwnporeal]

Every time Castiel heals Dean, he's actually doing two miracles: healing Dean and cleaning both of them. The angel figured the human didn't like to see his own blood on both of them during the fights, so Castiel just get rid of it at once when he heals Dean.

But then, Castiel was weak, for whatever reason. He didn't have much energy and wasn't showing it to anyone, but still needed to heal Dean. Castiel laid his hands on his forehead and neck — firmly, mostly to ground himself — and healed him, but he only had the strength to do that part. He couldn't clean them, he didn't have the grace to do so. Castiel stumbled, and Dean gripped him tight. His angel's hands were dirty, bloodstained — and that blood was his.

Dean carried Castiel to the room in the motel they were staying, for he was too weak to walk. He laid the angel down, and only his vivid blue eyes followed his movements. Dean got a rag and a bottle of water and a spray of alcohol and began cleaning him. His hands, his face, his neck. Dean changed Castiel's clothes, even though he was somewhat recovered now. Dean kissed Castiel's hands, still red-y stained with blood and now smelling of alcohol. Still, they were Castiel's hands, the same that healed him and the same that wielded his blood.

Dean kissed Castiel, and then they were clean.

[thatmivy]

Ash having nightmares about killing his friends at the cabin. No tapes. No book. He wakes up, worried that his dream was true, that he really did snap and kill his friends in cold blood. So he keeps the book. A reminder that he isn't insane, even if he doesn't always believe it.

[sundrownsthehouse]

I know I've been absent here for a bit, but we move.

I'm over 2k into this next chapter and I haven't even gotten to the meat of it yet, which is really exciting for me. I had some MAJOR writer's block for a few weeks where I felt like all I did was wrestle with it, and I was struggling with a lot of self doubt, but I'm now starting to hit my stride again. Thanks for being so patient and so kind. I'm eager to share the next part with you all as soon as it's ready!

[134340am]

!!! a few weeks ago i got an anonymous ask asking about work husband!kuroo... anon i have something for you and it’s coming along nicely :*) thanks to your encouragement and feedback!!!

[taegularities]

THE CLIFFHANGER RID WHY 😭😭😭😭 pls let her come home to him 😭😭😭😭

isn't it absolutely devastating that if she did, she'd actually be home again after weeks </3