#from: eclipseslayer

[vampireloverz]

Your blog is so fucking cool I love Alien sm.

thank you !!

[nochepsicodelica]

what r some of ur favourite toji fics (either on here or ao3) anyways i love u and your works sm!!

Hii! I really appreciate the love! Thank you so much! 🥰

So, lately i've been lacking a bit with the reading and have been more focused on writing, but there are some good works i've encountered. I'm not on ao3 so these will all be works from Tumblr blogs. I hope you don't mind that I won't be able to link the blogs or the works. My blog must be broken or something because I can't attach links to anything, it just keeps saying the url doesn't work, but anywho, I'll leave the titles and the blog names. These are just a few, most of them are little drabbles but I love them loads <3

Act of Service - @/levisjinchuriki

This fluffy wonder doesn't have a title but i'm gonna call it An Afternoon Nap - @/eclipseslayer

Sorry - @/thegoogoomuckkk

to you - @/colonelarr0w

Prison Boyfriend Toji Series - @/tojipie

Police Officer!Toji - @/nejiverse

a gift, for you - @/sleepymarimo

Soft - @/alexiroflife

Edit: My linking abilities are fixed (?) Tada! Enjoy these amazing works <3

[grabby-smitten]

Thanks for the tag!! @reilemon 💕🫂 purple lovers unite 🤝🏻 hahah

Tagging @hellinistical @astheskycries @dem0batz @eclipseslayer @saetiate @madam8 (no pressure!!)

Last song: Born Again - LISA (ft. Doja Cat & RAYE)

Fav color: Purple

Last book: ‘Her Psycho Beasts’ by E.P. Bali (haven’t been able to finish it since last year, I think hahaha sad).

Last TV Show: jumping between Dr. House and SPN.

Last film: A Christmas Carol (2009)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: currently… sweet.

Relationship: let’s say single

Last googled: how to evolve togekiss pokemon arceus. (Trying to get those shiny boots from filling up the task in my Pokédex. Needed to evolve 3 hehe)

10 THINGS FOR PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

thank you @umamaki 🤍 for the tag

last song: heads will roll — yeah yeah yeahs

favorite color: pink, but i think it’s becoming red?

last book: currently reading the only survivors by megan miranda

last tv show: rewatch of glee

last film: wicked rewatch bc i got it on dvd

sweet/savory/spicy: spicy for sureee

relationship: long term single 🙂‍↕️

last googled: best actor oscars 2025 bc i thought i missed the announcement on the stream but really i was just being silly

np tags: @nashusglasses @iraot @always-just-red @pinkberrytea

[grabby-smitten]

My words were: Home, Dream, Hand, Think, Feel. Tagged by @always-just-red (❀ •̀ᴗ•́ )♡ thank you for the tag!! I had to dust off my docs... hahaha

New words: sound, breathe, stand, doubt, anticipation. Tagging: @erensfeed @lcvegasms @eclipseslayer @dem0batz (no pressure!! 💕✌🏻)

Home

The melodic tune of your ring bell announced the dreaded moment. You knew Sylus would be escorted here and that most of the traveling time he would have been sedated, but still the long distance between your new home and the facility he was kept in was almost six hours away. You feared a grumpy cat. — (Concrete Jungle: King of the Beasts)

Dream

Hybrid!Sylus who has been your companion for a few months now. He wasn’t as hard to take care of as you thought. He seemed calm most of the time and listened to everything you told him. All the growling and aggressiveness from your first encounter looked like a feverish dream. Well, except when a third person was involved. Like the mailman. Poor delivery drivers suffered too and you couldn’t get Sylus to stop. — (Hybrid!Sylus)

Hand (18+ MDNI)

Little nibbles on your clit got you dry heaving, choking on hair. Your hand on his damp forehead did nothing to deter him from getting what he wanted. His lips surrounded your bundle of nerves and pulled, sucked. He did the same with his front teeth. Pulling, desperately tugging. His hands holding you in place so he could keep bullying his head between your legs— as if that would get him any deeper. — (Pinky Promise Prt.2)

Think (18+ MDNI)

“You want me to stop?” Sanzu asked with clenched teeth but you shook your head in denial, “Good, because I don’t think I would be able to…” — (Immiscible)

Feel (18+ MDNI)

Bully!Ran who despite your clearly terrified eyes and shaking hands, didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. On the contrary, he felt euphoric. Your trashing subsided, you couldn’t fight him, you couldn’t get away and nobody was coming to save you. Once you realized that, you became more pliant in his grasp. — (Hate is such a strong word)

Writing Tag Game 🏷️

Rules: I'll give you five words. Find the word (or the closest approximation you can) in your works and post an excerpt. Tag others to play and give them new words too!

My words were: Touch, Heat, Lick, Time, Ache — tagged by @oncasette, original post here! (This is such a sweet idea, thank you for thinking of me!!)

New words: Home, Dream, Hand, Think, Feel — Tagging: @solifloris @irandial @zara-renata @kentofic @grabby-smitten @comatosebunny09 @leighsartworks216 and anyone else who writes!

Touch

When Sylus touches you— when the tip of his finger catches yours and makes an honest, desperate request— you don’t pull away. Something inside tugs at you, warns you, tells you a monster without a sword in its chest is one that can bite. What colour of blood would your hands prefer? His? Your own? — (Monster)

Heat

It’s hard to believe when he’s staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except… his hair is slightly dishevelled from where he’s been working away in the heat. There’s a damp patch on his shirt. He’s wearing your pink apron, and there’s mascara on his sleeves. — (Technical Difficulties)

Lick

You’re feeling everything too keenly: the water licking at your throat, the darkness beneath you, around you, waiting to pull you under and fill your mouth. You never feel further from Rafayel than when you remember he calls that darkness home. — (Practice Makes Perfect)

Time

Pretend you have time: His gaze is full of faith and oh, the world is going to enjoy punishing the two of you. “I know,” he insists, because this is the second time you’ve fooled him tonight. You feel his hand on your face and you let him kiss you— again, then again— so achingly slow, so arrogant. The world can wait; he wants to punish you first.  — (To Remain Silent)

Ache

Your life is hunting monsters, and his is finding beauty in a world where they exist. It’s not what you see, it’s how you see it. Crimson to him is a sunset; to you it’s blood. Something in you aches as your eyes roam over his latest work. He won’t tell you what it’s meant to be, not really: that’s a private understanding between him and the canvas, his heart and every stroke of paint. — (Perspective)