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[daisyjonesgf]

𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 || 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗑 𝖿.𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

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happy birthday @auroralwriting getting me back to business fr, everyone tell her happy birthday and thank her fr. ily queen 💕

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summary: billy comes back from rehab and wants nothing more than to show you how grateful he is for all you put up with.

warnings: smut, oral (f. recieving), fingering, reader does try her own taste off of billy's fingers, some light ass grabbing, mentions of rehab and addiction issues, fluff, afab reader, slight angsty feelings in the beginning, mentions of cigarettes, unedited, no use of y/n, technically part of the museverse but can be read completely separate, cussing

Life without Billy had been like trying to fill your lungs with oxygen when there was none around, gasping for air, and trying to breathe so desperately and only finding water. Drowning in his absence, but it was for the better. He was getting better. You knew that. You really did, but it didn’t make it any easier. Longing to feel his arms around you again, his kiss, the feeling of him, every bit of him. The early mornings where you watched and smiled as he strummed his guitar and a cigarette dangled from both of your lips. Laughing at his small kisses that tickled your skin. Everything about him. 

Yes, you had bad times, but they were worth it if you could be with him. Maybe you had been at the end of your rope then yet missing him made it all feel worth it. All the fights, and betrayal, and never knowing, it was all so worth it. Still he was gone to make it better, for himself, for you. The drinking, the drugs, you had given him the ultimatum, and he had decided you were in fact worth changing for. It didn’t make the waiting any easier though. You had felt so alone. Daisy was doing her own rehab, Eddie had left right when you needed him, Karen had a career to pursue, Warren had Lisa, and Graham couldn’t stick around forever. So, you had waited in your big, empty house. Beach days weren’t the same without him, mornings weren’t the same, nothing was the same. It was honestly a struggle to even get ready in the mornings knowing you weren’t waking up to his arms wrapped around you. Yet you had to carry on knowing he would be back soon. 

That’s what this morning was like too. Reminding yourself he wasn’t there to kiss, nor were you off again and waiting for him to come begging. You were only patiently waiting for him to come back. So here you were again, all dressed up, makeup done, just to sulk in your misery until some stupid party somebody you couldn’t give less of a fuck about was throwing…no. Deep breaths. It wasn’t stupid, they were a friend you did care about, you’d just been in your head for too long already. What time even was it? You glanced at the clock on the wall. 3:28 PM. Another four hours or so until you had to be there, fashionably late. You could leave in two and half or three to just buy gifts. Have something ridiculously expensive, god, you couldn’t believe that’s all your life was right now. Money, and parties, and living it up on top? All the things it usually was, but without Billy?

Suddenly the doorbell rang, catching you off guard. You looked over at the door from where you lay on the couch. Then it rang again and you sat up, confused. No one had called. It could be an impromptu visit from your father, but wasn’t he still in New York?

 “Coming!” You called out softly. Standing up and making your way to the door. It could be Kent, maybe? He had been a shining light of a friend, but he was also dating some model now that he was head over heels with and took up all his time. Which, you were happy for him, but you also missed having a friend around. You walked over to the door, pulling it open slightly, and the moment you got a glimpse of who was on the other side you let it swing open itself. 

“Billy.” You said softly. Not sure if you were going so insane that you were hallucinating him. Yet he seemed so real. Hair pushed back under his ball cap, denim shirt over his tee shirt.  Really, it was atrocious, but it was so him. So real.

“Baby…” Billy looked up at you. He looked at you like you were the light at the end of the tunnel, like you hung the goddamn moon, and he just stood there. Looking at you like that, and you just stood there looking back at him. Like neither of you could fathom that the other person could exist in the same moment. Finally it was you who couldn’t help yourself anymore, running forward to him on the doorstep, wrapping your arms around him, taking the scent of him in. The smell of cigarettes still on him, but none of the smell of stale beer or whiskey. Part of you nearly missed that familiar smell, but this was better because he was actually here. “Hey, hey.” He basically chuckled as you clung onto him, wrapping his arms around you as he buried his face in the top of your head, smelling your shampoo. 

“It’s you.” You shifted, taking his face in your hands. Feeling his skin, proving he wasn’t some diluted figment of your imagination.

“It’s me.” He echoed back. “It’s me, baby.” His hand also came up to your face, thumb tracing over your cheek. You weren’t sure for how long you had been just standing there under January’s California sun, just looking at each other, feeling one another, and then you kissed him. At first softly and then like your life depended on it. Like the taste of his lips would save you somehow, cigarettes and vanillas, as it mixed with your own taste of lipstick, more cigarettes, and strawberry chapstick. Then he was muttering against your lips, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You asked, he had always been the type to rarely say sorry or properly apologize, but here he was, telling you those exact words. 

He pulled his face further away, both hands suddenly cradling your face, “I’m sorry, for what I put you through, baby. It wasn’t fair to you, but I am gonna be better now, be the best version of me, be the man you deserve. I don’t even deserve a chance to do that, but if you let me, I will- I will.”

“Of course, of course you get that chance, and you deserve that chance. You really do-”

“No, I don’t. I know that. The way I treated you was wrong, and I don’t know why you even let me-” 

You cut him off too, “Because I love you.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, as if nothing had ever been truer. 

He looked at you with those big green eyes as if your words didn’t make sense to them, but he appreciated them nonetheless. “I love you.” Another rare saying that made your heart flutter at a million miles an hour, that made you smile. “I love you, and you deserve to hear me say it, that I love and appreciate you so much, and being away from you proved that to me, and I’m sorry for not telling you that enough.”

“It’s okay, I knew.” You murmured, taking in every feature on his face, every line. “I knew.” You whispered as you repeated yourself. “I know.” It seemed like he was memorizing you too, both just mesmerised with one another before you finally broke the silence again. “Come on, come inside.” You softly pulled away from his arms, almost reluctantly. Looking at him with his duffel bag. You had packed up all of his stuff from the Six’s house for him when everything just fell apart, kept most of the boxes in your garage.

“You’re all dressed up.” He remarked as he followed you inside your home, shutting the door behind you two. “I didn’t interrupt you on the way out did I?”

“No, no, no, just some party thing later.” You shook your head softly, gently playing with the fabric of your mini dress.

“Hey, you look gorgeous, baby.” Billy dropped his duffel bag on the floor, hat on top of it before softly pulling you in by the wrist. “Beautiful, and sexy as always.” He smirked. 

“You’re such a goddamn flirt.”

“I’m just honest.” He tilted his head to the side, “Almost a shame to let you go out like that.” One of his hands tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You laughed slightly under your breath, “I’m not going anywhere now, I just got you back. C’mon, let's bring your stuff upstairs.” Billy slowly pulled himself away again to grab his bag again. Following you up the stairs.

“How have you…how have you been?”

“Me? I mean I’ve been here, how are you?”

“Don’t do that, baby, don’t deflect on me.” You turned around to face him in front of your bedroom door, sighing softly.

“I just missed you.” You admitted softly, hand resting on the door hand behind your back.

“I missed you too.” His words were soft, gentle, and they made you smile. To think that his thoughts had been full of you too. You slowly opened the door behind you and entered. Billy chuckled slightly.

“What?” You asked, watching him enter. Putting his bag in the corner.

“Nothing you’re just as, um, unorganized as I remember.” He faced you with a smile, his hands rubbing together,

“Just got back and already calling me messy?”

“Well if the shoe fits…” He tilted his head as he joked with you.

“Remember who is putting a roof over your head right now.” You teased, sitting down on the bed. 

“I wasn’t complaining.” Billy picked some bottle up off your dresser before putting it back down, before finding one of his shirts hanging on the back of your chair. “It’s endearing.” He picked the shirt up a little, looking at you eyebrow quirked up as he wore that smirk that drove you crazy. 

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant despite feeling your face heat up slightly. “I sleep in them, they smell like you.” It would probably inflate his ego, but you didn’t care. You missed how cocky he was, but right now he was also looking at you as if you had just said the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. He dropped the shirt back on the chair before walking over to you, standing in front of where you sat. “Billy?”

“Hmmm, baby?” Billy asked, his hand slightly tilting up your chin as his thumb traced across your jaw.

“Why didn’t you call me to pick you up?”

He responded like it was clear thing in the world, “Wanted to surprise you, didn’t need you fussing about over me.”

“I fuss over you anyways.” 

“You shouldn’t have to.” He murmured, crouching down to be at eye level with you. Lips pressing against your softly before pulling away and leaving you leaning forward, trying to chase after him. Finger coming up to wipe at some of your lipstick that had gotten smudged earlier. “You’ve spent so much time worrying about me, baby, and it shouldn't be like that. I should be taking care of you.” The way he was looking at you right now was addicting, it made your brain fuzzy. One of his hands fiddling with the hem of your dress. “You wanna lay down for me, baby?” He asked, voice low.

It had been so long since you’d seen him, since he had made you feel like this. So flustered and lost for words. The very feeling of his touch made your skin tingle and you nodded slowly. Breath hitching as you gently laid down on your back.

“God, you’re so perfect.” Billy’s hands softly pushed the fabric of your dress up, hands moving down for a second to pull you forward. So you were laying closer to him as he moved down to sit on his knees. “This color always looks so damn good on you.” He muttered, pushing the dress up to your waist. Inhaling sharply as he looked at you laid out in front of him. It had been just as long for him, and he needed you more than he’d ever needed anything before. He ached for everything about you. His fingers hooked around the hem of your underwear, “These are real pretty.”

Whenever you dressed up like this it felt wrong to not have the whole outfit dressed up, including your underwear. It made the outfit feel more complete to you. Feeling his calloused fingers playing with the band on the lace of your underwear. “Well you know me…” You said softly.

He nodded, humming an agreement. “Yes, I do.” His free hand rubbed up the skin of your thigh, patting softly, and you got the message. Spreading your legs for him, feeling your heart beating rapidly only because it had simply been so long. He smirked, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “So damn good, so perfect.” You bit your lip as he kissed up your thigh, gasping slightly as he kissed at your clothed core before pulling his face away. Fingers pulling down your panties and you lifted your hips before he even asked so he could pull them down your legs. Pushing them down your legs and onto the floor. He chuckled a little, “You are so damn wet already, baby.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, looking down slightly, “There’s literally a tent in your pants, right now.”

He shrugged, “The things you do to me.” One of his fingers came up to stroke up your slit and you gasped. Shuddering at his touch as he pulled his finger away with a trail of your own wetness, “This all for me, baby?”

“Of course it is, Billy, it’s always for you.” 

One of his hands came up to squeeze your hip, “Just lay back and let me take care of you, baby. Like you deserve.” You nodded, letting your head fall back onto the mattress and feeling his hand moving back down to your thigh, moving both of your thighs over his shoulders. Feeling his breath against your core and feeling all of your blood pulsing throughout your body in anticipation. 

“Don’t tease me, Billy.” Your words were breathier and more unsteady than you had expected. 

You could feel his smirk as he kissed your inner thigh again, “I’m not going to, baby, not tonight.” It felt like an eternity of a pause before suddenly his face was buried in your core, and the shock of it had you moaning nearly instantly. A feeling that you felt like you hadn’t experienced for centuries, your hands moving to grab strands of his hair, pushing him closer as his tongue explored you. Every part of you, like he was desperate to keep tasting you, his tongue doing miracles on your clit.

“Fuck, Billy!” 

He pulled away ever so slightly, face covered in your own slick, “You taste so fucking good, baby, missed this so damn much.” Billy murmured before he was diving back in. Hands digging into the bottom of your thighs, sliding down to grab your ass. Squeezing the flesh as he kept moving his tongue. You’d almost forgotten how good he was at this. How was a man allowed to be this fucking talented? With your own fingers it took what felt like an eternity, but with Billy? God, that man knew how to make you tick. Like he had been blessed by the universe in every single area possible. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He made you so ridiculously loud too, every single time. It only made you moan louder as he chuckled against your core. The way he circled your entrance, the way it curled inside of you, and then would lap at your clit. Sometimes you wondered how a man even got this good at it, but he did have years worth of practice in what got you anywhere fast. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better you felt his fingers pushing at your entrance. “Oh my god, Billy!” He sucked at your clit as he moved two of his fingers fully inside and then moved his face away, smirking as he pushed his fingers in and out, curling them right where he knew it would get you.

“Yeah, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He asked and watched as you nodded through your moans. 

“So fucking good.” You kept nodding, eyes shut as he moved his face back against you. Tongue moving in circles against her clit as his fingers kept moving. This must have been the most blissful feeling in the universe because you were already so close and it couldn’t have been any longer than ten minutes at the most. “Oh my god, Billy, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

“I know, baby, just let go for me.” Billy murmured against you. Moving his fingers and tongue faster, almost with a desperation to hear the sound he hadn’t heard in so long. Until there was that tell tale whine you always did right before you orgasmed. A lengthy whine that was music to his ears as he kept thrusting and curling his fingers to ride you through it, face lifting so he could watch the way your face contorted in pleasure. Each little twitch of your lips, and hear every noise you made. You were like a goddamn goddess who made sounds like a symphony. “I know, baby, it’s okay, you’re so damn perfect.” He gave you small praises and encouragement until you came down from your high. 

Your breathing heavy and it felt like your face was on fire as you tried to catch your breath, “I missed you so fucking much.”

Billy laughed, pulling his fingers out of you, and then softly moving your thighs off of his shoulders. Climbing on top of you as your hands moved to his chest, “You wanna taste?” He asked and the moment you nodded, lips parting slightly he pressed the fingers against your lips. Letting you suck, admiring you hot he thought you were, all the time, but especially like this. Removing his fingers just to kiss you, letting you taste him on his lips, your arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. Both of you, desperate for more, to just be one with each other. “I swear to god I thought of you every single second I was in there. The thought of you was the only thing I had at night.”

One of your hands moved to his chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Why don’t you feel the real thing around you instead?”

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re right. You are definitely not going to that party.” Billy groaned, and he was right. Neither of you would leave that bed for hours with all you had to catch up on, but it was worth it. Fuck the party, you never really wanted to go anyways, especially not when you could have him.

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Niffty tag dump

[eklesia-system]

INTRO: We Are Eklesia

Updated intro post since our first one is a bit outdated. :0 Hi! We're the Eklesia System, AKA Eklesia. Alternately we've considered "the Mosaic System" so Mosaic is an appropriate name for us too. We collectively use they/them and call ourselves masculine nonbinary.

We're a system of 150-200 members and most of us are fictives or sourced. (Be aware that Adam D does not like being called a fictive due to his source.) Not everyone fronts, but everyone is valued here.

Derek Rex attests to have been one of the first headmates, forming at age 6 alongside JJ. We think we're traumagenic, specifically eisotraumagenic (nontypical trauma that isn't the usual prolonged parental abuse), BUT we may well be mixed origins.

Regardless of our own origins though, we're not ones to discriminate based on system origin. ^o^ Peeps is peeps.

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Here are our CURRENT most active members (as of January 26, 2025); Host and Co-Host roles constantly change so we will not be indicating these here.

Adam V - Self Confidence, Impulse Holder, Judgment Holder, Emotional Protector (16, he/him) 🌈 @adam-the-fictive

Alden - Unknown Role, New and Very Active (28, he/him) 🍪

Alpha - Nonhuman (Dog), Connected to Cirros (he/it) 🐶

Archie - Functional Gatekeeper (50s, he/him) 🎩

Bad Wolf - AKA "Warning", Taker of Responsibility (30ish, he/him) ⚠️

Beccs - Observer, System Mom, Primary Spirit Protector (26, she/they) 🏵

Blindeye - Persecutor, Physical Protector (19, he/him) 🙈

Bluefire - "Fuck All", Spitfire (16, he/it) 👎

Cirros - Endurance, Courage, Guard of Blindeye (18, he/him) 🏷

Derek - Logic, Host of Tree Cutters Sidesystem, Persecutor to some (17, he/stone) ☕️

Dorian - Observer (he/they) 🏜

Duck - Trauma Holder, Mainframe Interface (19, he/him) 🦆

Esau - AKA "Watchful", Fear Holder, Guilt Holder, Trauma Holder (32, he/him) 👀

Evan Wolf Night (EWN) - Obsession Holder, Creative Muse (17-19, he/him) 🌒

Kai Breach - Training Gatekeeper (14, he/him) 🍩

Kai - Trauma Holder, Town Drunk (26, he/him) 🍺

Khaz - Caretaker, Self Love, Task Manager, Sexual Protector (23, he/him) 🦋

Les - Emotional Gatekeeper, System Troll /j (17, he/they) 🦎

Luc - Chef, Social Protector, ADHD Holder (22, he/it) 👽

Phoenix - Primary Memory Holder, System Overseer (16, he/him) 🐓

Puppetmaster - Prankster, Analysis (16, he/him) 🎈

Remy - Emotional Protector and Regulator, System Maintenance, Compassion (16, he/him) 🐙

Sai - Artisan, Observer, Spirit (20, he/him) 🌊

Shadow - Internal Security Chief, Health Manager, Self Control (18, he/him) 🦇

Sibley - Peace, Soother, Median Gatekeeper (15, they/them) ☁️

Sidney/Sid - Truth, Memory Holder, Role Organizer (18, he/they/she) ❄️

Skeet - Escapism, Common Sense (16, he/him) 🏁 @skeetposting

Sleet - Anger Holder, Rebellion, Justice, Protector (19, he/him) 🍊

Snowy - Functional Little, Emotional Support Spatter (any pronouns) 🌨

Vertex - Void Holder, Emotional Protector (24, he/they) 😶

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Thanks for checking us out. :0 We mostly just reblog stuff that interests us, and talk about whatever we feel like talking about. Usually positive-neutral but there are rants too. Thanks again!

-Eklesia🔱

We have a couple of art blogs to be aware of too: @valarioncy - The Hollow fanworks and human art @cyrokin444 - Our furry and animal art blog (it's sfw :>)

We do commissions!

[untitledmemes]

Meet Cute Starters / Memes

Nature Edition You decide who is muse A and who is muse B. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s! Reblog, do not repost or add.

🌸 Muse A gets seated next to Muse B at a mutual friend's party.

🌹 Muse A sneaks out onto the porch to away from people at a house party - only to find Muse B already there, having done the same thing.

🏵 Both Muse A and Muse B reach to grab last package of their favorite snack off a high shelf at the same time.

🌻 Muse A is used to run their missions alone. This time, they got paired up with rookie, Muse B.

🌴 Muse A needs to deliver something to Muse B's neighbor, but they are not home and not answering their phone. They knock on Muse B's door.

☘ Muse A rushes to their office, carrying a large pile of papers, and accidentally bumps into Muse B.

🌲 Muse A received important intel that their target is supposed to be here tonight. Muse B shows up, having received the exact same intel from the exact same source.

🌷 Muse A and Muse B got set up on a blind date by a mutual friend.

🌱 Muse A found an item Muse B lost and has been searching for.

🍂 Muse A and Muse B are in a rush, but there is only one taxi left. They share the ride.

🌺 Muse A and Muse B meet at a concert, wearing the same band T-shirt from the last show of the same band.

🌵 It's a costume party! Muse A and Muse B show up in the same costume.

🌾 Muse A have been making Muse B's coffee for a while now at the local coffee shop. Muse A musters enough courage to tell Muse B their name.

🥀 It's raining, and Muse A forgot their umbrella at home. Muse B offers to share theirs.

🍃 Muse A sits next to Muse B on the same bench at the park.

[intertwining-hearts]

𝓞 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓼…

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷;

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭…

Indie, semi selective rp blog for a collection of canon muses from various VNs.

Not spoiler free! | Crossover and AU friendly~♡

Mun and most muses are 18+, however, any below legal age will be noted as such.

Established XX/25 | Written & Adored by Bunny~♡

𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾--

𝓐 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮.

‧₊✧🙤 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Shui & Konoe, from "Lamento ~Beyond the Void~" 🙦✧₊‧

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[xxlordalexanderxx]

🏵 - Where are the sensitive spots on your body?

Ask my Muse about their bodies and minds!

"Wouldn't you like to know."

[treudamon]

🌼 🌸 🏵

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

I can't see them as enemiesbfcvbd but I can see them butting heads every so often -- even still, he would love her so, so much

[milqueandsugar]

Hello

could we have some short fluffy Drabble or headcanons about a sick revivebur? I mean, after escaping limbo, this man’s hypochondria must be ten times as bad. And after he gets sick, the reader (who he is in a relationship with, although it’s been cold and distant since his revival) starts acting very concerned and motherly— just starts pampering him. imagine cooling off one’s hands (with ice pack maybe) purely for the reason of holding it to a sick person’s overheating forehead. And etc.

just petting the whiny, skrunkly, sick rat of a man.

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready🏵

Warnings: mentions of sickness and death

Genre: hurt comfort (?)

| Honey makes the medicine go down Easy |

You press the back of your hand to feverish, sweaty skin, his dark curls tickling you as he attempts to turn away.

"You've got an awful fever." You fret, trying to turn his flushed face towards you.

"Yet I'm fucking freezing." He curses, finally relenting and letting you guise his face towards yours.

"How long have you been sick? Why didn't you call?" You push the hair that had begun to stick to his forehead back, he relaxes into your touch, fluid and maluable like wet clay. He smelled a bit like dirt too.

"I didn't want to bother. What good would it do anyway?" He blinks, his golden eyes reaching yours. It hurts, a sting, a cut to your already breaking heart by you swallow your pride. You swallow your anger.

"I'm here now, so let me help you, you look like you've got one foot in the grave-" He laughs, bitter but still a laugh. Maybe his fever was worse then you thought.

"That wasn't a joke, you look awful."

"What ever man wishes to hear from their partner."

Now it was your time to laugh. "Alright, settle down, I'll get you some water." You raise from the bed and leave the room, missing as just behind you he reaches for your arm, though never manages to get to you.

You return swiftly with a cup of warm sweetened tea and a cool wet cloth, by now he had abandoned all blankets from the bed, fanning himself.

"You don't have the fire going, do you?"

"No, not yet." You settle beside him, he turns his head lazily towards you, his hair looking particularly more wild then it did before you left.

"Here," you reach to place the wet cloth on his head, he flinches slightly, but eases as the cool water touches him. "Better?"

"A bit." He hummed, adjusting the rag further up his head. "It's going to soak the bed." He grumbled, a droplet of water already spilling down his cheek.

"You'll live." You tease, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Will I? you seem to be quite worried."

"It's my job to be worried."

"What a horrible job."

"It's not, not for you."

You smile, your hand coming to cup his cheek, you hesitate, but he does not. Pressing he face to your palm and kissing your wrist with all the affection his fever addled brain could manage.

"You spoil me." He sighs, his hand coming up to inter lock with yours.

"I treat you as you deserve. As anyone, deserves." You hum, squeezing his hand before bringing the tea cup to his lips.

"What is it?"

"Tea, it will help you sleep."

"Well isn't that ominous."

You roll your eyes, but after giving it a curious sniff, he takes a sip, then gulps the rest down.

"Can't be too ominous then?" You Muse, putting the tea cup aside. You can hear the smile in his voice as he replies.

"If ominimity tastes that good you must be pure horror."

You tilt your head. "I can't quite tell if that was a compliment." This time, he squeezes your hand.

"I can't either."

You press your fore head to his, before leaning away. "Get some sleep, poet, you're starting to sound like a mad man." He smiles, blinking slowly.

"Perhaps I am." His breathing slows.

"Perhaps you are." His eyes flutter closed.

"You'll stay?" His grip tightens, like a frightened child on their mothers skirt.

"Of course, I'll stay."

[shouga-nai]

『 Shouganai 』 To accept, endure and persevere.

A multi-muse RP blog featuring characters from Overwatch, Saiyuki, Hypnosis Mic, Genshin Impact and more! As penned by Hazy 🏵

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[Q] Sheila (Penny's Big Breakaway) - #🌊 the tides were made for falling

[Q] Mr. Q [Penny's Big Breakaway) - #🎱 courtly rambles

[R] Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney series) - #⚖️ nothing but the truest love

[R] Ryunosuke Naruhodo (The Great Ace Attorney) - #🏵 the story goes on

[Q] Carl Oxford (Decapolice) - #🧸 plushie persuasion

[Q] Zhang Tsinghua (Decapolice) - #⌨️ flash in the pan... da

[R] Manimani Manoa (Decapolice) - #🐇 wonder in the little things

[Q] Mikey Princeton (Decapolice) - #🍊 stronger than our losses

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[R] Clawroline (Kirby series) - #🎡 leading a new parade

[R] Susie Haltmann (Kirby series) - #💸 my fair boss lady

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[R] Nahyuta Sahdmadhi (Ace Attorney series) - #📿 the butterfly embraces blue skies

[R] Emiliana Perfetti (Professor Layton series) - #🎲 perfection can move mountains

[R] Jean Descole (Professor Layton series) - #🎭 we'll rise like ambrosia

[R] Clive Dove (Professor Layton series) - #⏳️ our time is now

[R] Randall Ascot/The Masked Gentleman (Professor Layton series) - #🔖one more golden miracle

[R] Anime!Luke Triton (Professor Layton series) - #🫖 thank you for being a gentleman

[R + Q] 🧭 Aurora (Professor Layton series) - #💎 surely tomorrow we'll smile again

[R] Harvard Marks (Decapolice) - #🎓 log into a new day

[R] Kakeru Sendou (Groove Coaster Future Performers) - #🦋 milady! your angel has arrived!

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[R] Fecto Elfilis (Kirby series) - #📡 eternal sunset

[R] Francisca (Kirby series) - #🌨 a heart that won't go cold

[R] Flamberge (Kirby series) - #☄️ hot stuff!

[R] Taboo Artist (Penny's Big Breakaway) - #🧵 united by the cosmic string

[R] 🧭 Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney series) - #🌙 courting a revolutionnaire

[R] 🧭 Elizabeth (WACCA) - #🎧 the only melody i dream of

[R] Lily (WACCA) - #🪷 omg with u and i

[R] Luin (WACCA) - #♟️ lovers' gambit

[R] Zan Partizanne (Kirby series) - #⚡️ i never forgot your name

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[R] 🧭 Fier (Tetote Connect) - #🪽 princess of sweets / angel of dance

[R] 🧭 Leyla (Music Diver) - #🎗 ribbon of fate

[R] 🧭 Katrielle Layton (Professor Layton series) - #🧩 a gentlewoman follows her heart

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𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 & 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍

billy dunne x f. reader, eddie roundtree x f. reader

1.9k words

summary: you know the cycle with billy, the heartbreak, and you love him too much to leave. and eddie makes it so much harder.

part of the billy, eddie, muse universe

warnings: billy and reader's relationship is inherently toxic, cheating (emotional and physical) from both sides, cigarette smoking, brief mention of oral male receiving, language, angst, jealousy, brief mention of parent death, unedited

masterlist

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As a little girl you could remember sitting on your father’s lap when he told you so softly, “There are some loves you live and die for.” You were too little to really understand, still all these years later you had no idea why he’d even told you that, probably trying to explain your mother’s death. You understood it now though. Now that you’d given your heart to Billy Dunne and let him crush it over and over and over again. Part of you wonders if you were given the option if you’d take it back, let it repair itself, maybe in a rash moment, but not in the long run. It’s a love that you let burn you up. A love that you let destroy you inside out.

That’s how you felt now when you were walking back into the recording studio to grab your purse and cigarettes. Everyone was supposed to be meeting to listen to some of that day’s recordings, go over notes, and even if you weren’t technically a member you still cared. It was there that you found Billy, and one of the groupies that had been hanging around since the last gig, sucking him off. As much as it hurts, you’re used to this, and today a fight isn’t what you need. What you need is a cigarette.

“Sorry,” You’re muttering, going to grab your bag anyways, and the girl is scrambling up. You somewhat feel bad for her, she probably doesn’t want the drama, the fight, but at the same time she knows about you. Probably even thought you were the bitch stunting her chances, but you understood wanting someone that bad all the same. “No, you’re fine. Don’t stop on my account.” It’s too late though, she’s embarrassed, running out of the room. That’s how you know she’s new to this, and you feel so much sympathy for her then. Finally, the cigarette is in your hand, “Do you have a lighter?” There’s no response and you look up, Billy’s just staring at you before he shakes his head in some sort of disbelief, and pulls one out of his pocket. You take it from him, light it up, and hand it back just as quick, “Thanks.”

There’s a long, awkward silence where you’re both just standing there. You know you should leave if you don’t want a fight, but that doesn’t feel right either. You’re not going to run away from it either. So you stand there, smoking your cigarette, until finally Billy is giving a curt nod, and trying to leave the room himself.

“What do you want from me, Billy?” You finally cut through the stagnant air, but your voice is so eerily calm. Almost like it’s dead. Like, dealing with Billy for the past couple of weeks when he’s been like this has zapped all of your usual energy out of you.

He’s turning back around and is already on defense, “You’re not fucking spec-” A spiel you know all too well.

“That’s not what I said.” You take another drag off your cigarette, and sit down on the closest stool. “I get it, I’m not special, the whole you could have anyone you want, Billy doesn’t want to feel tied down Dunne act, I understand. You could write songs about anyone else. If there’s nothing important about me, Billy, then why am I here? What’s the point?” He’s opening his mouth to say something and you’re not letting him yet, “And don’t fucking tell me to just leave then if I don’t want it anymore because you’re the one who keeps calling me up or showing up at my front door. I understand you’re trying to write a great fucking album, and change the world of music, or some shit. But, Billy, I would do anything you told me to, give you anything you asked for to support you, and I don’t even think you know. I could be great on my own, but I’ve chosen you since I was 19!”

“Then go be great on your own!” Billy pulls at the end of his denim shirt and you stand up from the stool.

“You don’t hear me, you’re never gonna hear me.” You think you might partly be saying that to yourself, but there’s a silence where the two of you are just staring into each other’s eyes, before you’re on the move. Trying to slip past him, out the door, go put your facade again for everyone else and pretend everything is fine, even though they’ll know it’s not. You think you’ve passed him successfully when he’s ever so gently grabbing your arm, pulling you back towards him. He almost looks like he might cry when he’s pulling your forehead to his.

“Don’t ever give up your dreams for me.”

“Billy, we’re long past that point.”

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In everyone’s house there are remnants of every person they have ever loved. So, even if you and Billy are stuck in an endless push and pull, the band will always have pieces of you scattered about. As far as they’re concerned you basically live there. You’ve infested every corner, and the very essence of you is obvious from the dried flowers hanging about in the house and on the porch. You’re constantly adding more, little splashes of color in the desert. It’s one of those hot days where you’ve got a cup of iced tea on the porch and are doing exactly that, stringing up another bouquet.

“Eddie, can you give me a hand?” You peak your head inside of the equally hot house.

“Yeah, of course, sunshine.” He’s quickly abandoning whatever conversation he was having with Warren to follow you back out.

“Great, thanks, nice talk, man.” Warren is shouting sarcastically behind him.

“How can I help?” Eddie asks, closing the door behind him.

You give him a smile that he has memorized in the depths of his soul, a look that he sees when he closes his eyes at night. In your hands you’ve got a string with bundles of dried flowers tied across it, “Can you get the nails in up there and tie these to them, please? I’ll owe you one.” He knows you don’t need his help with that, you know you don’t need his help with that, you’ve done this yourself plenty of times, but why would he ever say no?

“Of course, and don’t worry about it, you don’t owe me a thing.” He can’t do it for you fast enough it seems, he’s got the hammer and nail in his hands before you can blink. “Where’s Billy?” He’s not asking because he cares, but it’s not like you asked Billy for help, who can be quite the handyman.

“Writing something, working on something new. I’m just keeping busy.” You lean up against the railing as you watch him, hammering in the nail, before moving onto to do the next one.

“What’s going on?” Eddie says softly.

“What?”

“You’ve been acting weird since yesterday in the studio, I mean for the past few weeks, but it got worse at the studio yesterday,” He hammers in the second nail, “What’d he do now?” When he’s done he turns back around, and you’re staring off into the yard.

“Eddie, don’t.”

He gets closer, his aura is so immensely comforting that it puts you more on edge, this is a road you’ve been down before. “You can tell me, I know he’s a dick, and I care.”

Finally you look back at him, “And we both know where that leads.”

He knows you’re right, but he doesn’t care. Why should he? It leads exactly where he wants. It gives him hope. “What did he do?”

You’ve never been a stick in the mud, “It’s really nothing, I should be used to it by now, it’s not a big deal, Eddie” Now you’re averting his eyes, rubbing at your neck.

“The groupie?”

You just bite at your lower lip, and slowly nod. Suddenly any weak defenses you did have are completely demolished without another word, “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, Eddie. Why can’t I be enough? I mean, it makes me feel bad about every part of me, if he just told me, I’d change it in an instant.”

“You don’t need to change, you’re fucking perfect, sunshine. If he can’t see that, they should pluck his goddamn eyes out since he’s not using them anyways. You are more than enough.”

You snort at that, “She’s gorgeous, I guess I should expect him to pick her, who wouldn’t?”

“The right man would pick you every single time.” This is exactly the tension you didn’t want because the way Eddie’s eyes look into yours makes you want to melt into him. Not in the same way you’d fall apart for Billy, but in a way that you know Eddie would build your esteem back up, raise you from the ashes, put the puzzle back together every time the pieces get thrown, and that feels so nice. Yet it feels so wrong, it doesn’t matter how many times Billy wrongs you, doing the same is a guilt that will eat you alive forever.

“Eddie-” His hand ever so slightly grazes over yours and your breath hitches in your throat.

“He’s never gonna see you, like I do-”

“What’s going on?” Billy’s voice is interjecting the tension and you jump the tiniest bit, and much to your surprise Eddie doesn’t step away. He stays so close, just giving a glance over his shoulder.

“None of your business, man.” Eddie the endless antagonizer, for someone who says he wants what’s best for you, he sure knows how to push buttons that can make this situation hell.

“He’s just helping me hang this up, was struggling with it.” You chime in, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in.

“I’ve got it.” Billy grabs the string from you, every so slightly pushing Eddie out of the way as he does so, and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Thanks.” You smile even though you can still feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest, Eddie is glaring at Billy as if dirty looks could make the other man drop dead. “Did you finish the song you were working on?”

“Yeah.” Billy nods, finishing up tying the knots to each nail. He comes back over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, “Why don’t you come give it a listen for me, baby.” He presses a kiss to your forehead as you nod, and shoots an equally venomous glare back to Eddie. So the two of you do go back in the house to listen to whatever new song Billy has prepared.

Yet, no amount of songs can end a cycle as deeply entrenched into the bloodstreams of each and every one of you. When things start to feel too good, too peaceful, Billy will be ready to tear the dream up into pieces, and you’ll always know exactly who to run to, and Eddie will always be waiting. Being the second option isn’t that bad when the rush is so good.

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thank you so much for reading and all the support! as always asks, comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated. this is my first official writing now thet I'm back, so hopefully it helps me get back into it so I can start getting through requests. lots of love 💋

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

"OH!~"

That was a loud moan, an inherently sexual one in nature. Her entire body jolts as her single pupil roles to the back of her head, and she inhales deeply. She looks down at her legs and the blood pouring does nothing but arouse her more, the idea of being consumed...to forever be a part of someone and for someone to know her so intimately as to know what her very flesh tasted like...

"Eat more." That's an order.

out-of-heaven-and-hell:

Jokes on you, she's into that shit. "Wanna taste?" It doesn't matter if he takes that literally or metaphorically, she'd enjoy both outcomes.

Skeeknich in all of his many years of Skaven Life has never had someone willingly offer themselves up to be eaten. He licks his lips.

"If Demoness-Thing is so sure, then Skeeknich will help self, yes-yes!" With that, the Ratman would quickly grab it from below, before taking a big 'ole HONKIN' bite out of her thigh. And this is not a love bite, this is 'I am trying to tear flesh off so I can eat it' bite.

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Kuremi the Cavalier 🧡🧡🐶🐶

Kuremi a Cavalier

App: Sketch

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Inspirations: Namida Suzumeno( Boruto Next Generation), Koumei Shokatsuryou ( Ikkitousen), Cure Muse ( Precure Suite)

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unwanted relationship advice how to show someone you love them by suplexing them

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"Mmh, mmh..."

The Traveller nods her head.

"I get where you're coming from! I mean, you want to know whether or not your lover can hold themselves in battle, right? By flexing my strength, I can show them that they won't need to worry about having to protect me all the time!"