#omfg I love you so much!

[palomalexa]

Small Rin fanart bc he's literally my comfort character and i love him sm

[ja3yun]

I am just a girl....please....hoon....

[bokutoko]

7/11

character: atsumu miya (timeskip!atsumu)

word count: 1026

warnings: cursing (a couple times, not too explicit), angsty-ish to fluff?

content: atsumu saves the day with a free slurpee to ease your heartbreak

Lying in bed with tears staining your pillow, you ignored the plethora of texts from your now ex-boyfriend, who you found kissing another girl behind a building at your university. The only text you’d sent him said, “We’re done. Enjoy that new girl, asshole.” You sounded like a badass, sure, but there you were afterwards, crying alone in your room.

Your roommates periodically checked on you with water and a snack, but otherwise, they gave you your space for a few hours. You just felt so embarrassed, so betrayed. Your mind was a whirlwind of negativities, constantly reminding you of how worthless you were.

There was a knock on your door, but you had no energy to get up. Instead, you called out a meek, “Come in,” then winced at your own voice. The feeling of being so vulnerable and sounding so weak made you nauseous. 

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Atsumu greeted as he opened the door, using the same comforting name he always gave you when he knew you were upset. Your body immediately relaxed at his appearance. “Ya doin’ okay?”

You sniffled, meeting his gaze—it was strangely softer than what you were used to from him.  

“What’re you doing here, Tsumu?” You’d texted him on the walk back after catching your ex, but you didn’t bother checking your phone once you returned to your apartment. He crouched down to the edge of your bed, staying eye level with you, and you sniffled again. “You’re supposed to be in practice right now.”

“I know, but you’re here hurtin’ right now. Can’t leave ya all alone in yer thoughts now, can I?” He answered with a teasing smile, his hand brushing along your arm—an action that always helped calm you down.

You took a couple deep breaths. “I’m fine,” you tried to assert, but the crack in your voice betrayed you. Atsumu’s hand wandered upwards, where he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Ya don’t have ta lie ta me. Ya suck at it anyway,” he chided, seeing straight through your bullshit. As always. 

Instead of laughing, your lip quivered, tears welling up in your eyes once again. “I just feel so stupid.” You bit your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to keep yourself from bursting into tears again. 

“Yer not stupid. Far from it, for yer information.” He argued, pulling you in for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his chest, breathing in the warm scent of his cologne, as you cried into his shoulder, surely leaving stains on his shirt. Atsumu quietly shushed you and rubbed gentle circles into your back, contrary to his typical bone-crushing hugs. 

“That asshole’s not worth yer tears, ya know.” 

You mumbled a muffled, “I know,” into his shoulder, attempting to slow your hiccups into deeper breaths. 

“C’mon, lemme see that pretty face,” Atsumu cooed playfully, pulling you back from the hug. He took in your appearance: your red, slightly puffy eyes, your clammy, tear-stained face, your swollen bottom lip.

You laughed, and Atsumu thought he could sing after hearing a hint of happiness from you. “I probably look horrible.”

He chuckled, “A bit.”

You elbowed him in response, eliciting a stifled groan from Atsumu, and he quickly changed the subject. “Ya know what today is?”

You checked your phone: July 11. You looked back, meeting his bright eyes and signature smirk.

“Ya wanna get a free slurpee?” 

—

As you both sat outside the 7-Eleven, you were wrapped in Atsumu’s MSBY jacket due to the summer’s chilly night breeze and your frozen drink. He willingly reluctantly gave it up, scolding you with, “Ya should’ve brought yer own damn jacket.” However, he couldn’t hide his reddening cheeks at the sight of you in his clothes. 

With the scent of cinnamon—the scent of Atsumu—flooding your senses, a quiet sigh escaped your lips, your body relaxing once again in his presence. 

Atsumu’s lips quickly turned blue from his slurpee, which led you in a fit of giggles after he winced from a brain freeze. 

“Don’t laugh! I hope ya get one too!”

There was soon a peaceful silence between you two for a little while, just sitting together on the curb, watching the moon as you drank your slushees. But there was something slowly eating you away in your mind, feeling weighed down by newfound insecurities. 

“Is there something wrong with me, Tsumu?”

Atsumu’s head snapped toward you, his brown eyes meeting your glassy ones. His face pursed, looking genuinely offended. “‘Course not. There’s never been anythin’ wrong with ya,” he lectured, and you cut your eyes at him in disbelief.

“That’s not what you told me back in high school. You called me a weirdo back then.”

“Ya were—” he answered, and you feigned a pout, “—But I meant it affectionately.”

He noticed your skeptical look and he sighed, continuing, “Ya know what I mean, though. Yer funny, yer kind, yer real pretty, and yer so damn smart. Any guy would lucky ta be with ya. There, does that make ya feel better?”

You smiled to yourself, your face feeling warm from the onslaught of compliments. You scooted closer to Atsumu and hugged his arm, leaning into him. “Thanks, Tsumu. Maybe one day someone’ll see all that.” You turned away, looking to the sky to admire the stars, all while Atsumu was looking down, admiring you.

Ever since the both of you were in high school, you had this borderlining unrealistic expectation of love, where you wished for a Prince Charming to come in and sweep you off your feet, so you could live out your own happily ever after. 

And Atsumu knew he was not royalty in any sense of the word, so he was alright with being your knight in shining armor—to comfort you, to make you laugh, and to help you pick up your broken pieces. All in hopes that you might one day notice him, that you’d decide you no longer wanted a prince, but a knight instead. 

But until then, he’d settle with sipping on convenience store slurpees at midnight with you, making you smile and laugh in any way he knew how. 

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[heizouz]

nsfw sub!kaeya + gn!reader, reader is rlly horny, kaeya is a good boy

you didn't know how you'd controlled yourself when kaeya stepped out in that outfit.

it fit him so well. your pretty boy dressed in gorgeous hanging material and pretty jewels. his hair braided and sitting pretty on his shoulder and the colours of his clothes complimenting his flawless dark skin.

you could tell he felt confident in it too. kaeya's smirk pulling at his lips when everyone handed out compliments, turning every so often to show off different parts of the outfit.

you couldn't wait to get your hands on him.

so, you hadn't even given him a second before you'd shoved him into a room round the back, unbuttoning his pants and dropping to your knees.

kaeya huffs a laugh as you pull the material down, "i guess you- ah- i guess you like it then?"

"shut up." you mumble, taking his cock into your hands as soon as you free it, stroking your hand along the length of it as he gasps. you grin a little, kissing along his cock at how pliantly he lets you take control. you spend no time getting to work, wrapping your lips around him and the whine he lets out is gorgeous.

the jewels of his outfit jingle slightly as kaeya shifts at the warm heat of your mouth, trying to find a way for you to take him deeper. you send him a small glare, hands going to run up his chest, feeling over the material of his outfit.

"look at you." you gasp after you pull off him, making a show of pressing your lips to the underside of his cock. you hum, "so pretty, just for me."

"al-mh-all for you." kaeya agrees, head falling back but his eyes never leaving you and you don't miss the way he straightens himself up slightly to show off his outfit a bit more at the praise.

he pants, low moan dropping from his lips and he reaches to lay a hand on the back of your head to guide you on his cock once you take him whole again. but you scrunch your brows, swatting his hand away and you press his hips hard against the makeup desk. kaeya gasps, eyes wide as he stares down at you, fingers gripping the edge of the desk to stop himself from reaching out again. his chest his heaving and when you glance up at him, he's staring, eyes threatening to blink closed and his eyebrows are furrowed, pretty lips caught between his teeth.

you gently hum around his cock, hands holding his hips down and your eyes never leave his pretty face as you needily take him further. you drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, listening to him whine when you grin and kiss the tip, hand leaving his hip to stroke his length.

you reach out to smooth your thumbs over his soft hands when they grip the desk tightly, taking him back into your mouth and he resists the urge to buck his hips. kaeya lets out a pretty moan, head falling back and you soften, smiling as you look up at him. his braid is messy, blue hair slightly falling out of it and the half fur coat has fallen off his shoulder and onto the desk. kaeya gasps, whimpers, when you gently suck the head of his cock before pulling off completely again.

"good boy, kaeya." you coo as you tease him by dragging your fingers faintly along his cock and kaeya pants, eyes opening to give you a desperate look.

he looks so pretty like this. all dressed up in his new outfit. all fucked out from just your mouth and hand. pretty needy baby's eyebrows furrowed in desperation and lips parted in breathless whimpers.

you can tell from the way his breathing quickens when you stroke your hand over him that he's close just from your constant teasing.

"you're so needy today." your voice is amused, dripping with affection. you part your lips in a quiet gasp at the way kaeya whines pathetically when you tease the head of his cock with your thumb, "that's it, baby. you gonna cum for me?"

kaeya does nothing but nod, eyes squeezing shut and hips bucking into your hand.

"hm, but we can't have you ruining your pretty outfit now, can we?" your tone is lilting with the urge to tease him all night, especially when the man's eyebrows scrunch prettily and he glances down at you with glistening needy eyes.

"please.." is all he says, thighs shaking when you press gentle kisses along the beautiful dark skin. you look up at him, grin teasing and light and he's being such a good boy; listening to you and letting you do what you want.

"you can cum, pretty thing." you muse before needily wrapping your lips around him. kaeya keens, thrusting involuntarily into your mouth but you let him, allowing him to chase the heat he needs. he doesn't last long, so pent up from getting pretty for you and putting up with your relentless teasing and he cums with your mouth around him.

humming, you swallow around him, listening to the pitchy whine he lets out with his hips still bucking gently. you let him ride it out, smoothing your hands over his hips and gently rubbing circles with your thumbs.

kaeya stills, panting breathlessly, thighs still slightly shaking and you slowly pull off his cock with a small gasp. you giggle at the way he's trying so hard to catch his breath, hands tugging at the sleeves of his outfit for something to grab.

however, you just can't help yourself. you feel almost as needy as he does, watching him with dark eyes as you admire his outfit again and again.

"fuck, baby," you groan, hand going to tease his cock and he jolts gently, "you're too pretty not to ruin."

it's so messy. you give up on trying to keep it clean as you wrap your lips around his cock again despite how he just came. he sounds too pretty when you run your tongue along his cock just to pull off and stroke him with your hand.

he's so wet and you giggle as kaeya whines, slightly bucking into your hand. you get to your feet, hand still working on his cock and your other leans against the edge of the desk. you're so close, chest pressed against his and he does nothing but whimper.

"not a single thought in that pretty dumb head of yours," you hum when he doesn't respond, gently grabbing his jaw to look at you, "is there?"

kaeya's eyes flutter, falling into a needy lidded stare, small gasps leaving his lips and you just smile, tilting your head with a slight eyebrow raise because he's too far gone to reply.

you coo, leaning close enough for him to almost kiss you and then you rest your chin on his shoulder, looking down his body to watch yourself work your hand along his pretty cock.

"you're taking it so well, kaeya," your other hand plays with the accents of his outfit, "such a good boy for me."

the blue haired pants, eyes glued to the way your hand messily strokes him, obviously hoping to coax another orgasm out of him. he's flushed from how wet it sounds, from the praise rushing to his core, from how close you are to him. he's overwhelmed, mind dumb and empty because he feels so good.

kaeya whimpers into your ear, letting out a small "please" even though he has no idea what he's begging for.

you just nod your head with an affectionate smile, turning to press a kiss to his gasping lips, "i know, baby," your hand trails down his arm, locking your fingers together as he moans against your lips, "let go for me. i want to watch you make a mess."

[laurrelise]

someone talk with me about an AU where delores is a real girl who somehow survived the initial apocalypse and spends it growing old with five and keeping him sane

someone talk with me about delores being five’s age when he discovers her body in the rubble and thinks she’s dead before he notices the small rise and fall of her chest before he pulls her out and desperately tries to help her breathe normally again and watches the life fill her eyes with tears in his own that he’s finally no longer alone

someone talk with me about delores being an only child to parents who she wasn’t close with leading her to become dependent on herself until she meets five and learns to trust other people before finding out about his huge family and doing everything in her power to help him not only because she cares about him and wants him to be happy but also because she wants to experience the family she’s never had

someone talk with me about how delores never had powers but survived for the 40+ years in the apocalyptic wasteland of the future due to her seriously genius mind (and five’s help) and lives to help five figure out how to save his family

someone talk with me about young five and delores searching for anything they can find to survive before they stumble upon a half-broken mannequin with a surprisingly intact polka-dotted blouse that five says would suit her so she puts it on out of boredom from looking for materials before five looks at her with the most genuine, in-love eyes she’s ever seen and she decides to keep it just for him

someone talk with me about five always making sure delores has a comfortable place to sleep, to rest, to eat, etc

someone talk with me about five explaining his childhood so nonchalantly one day once he realizes that he can trust delores to her surprise, and she asks why he suddenly had the strength to tell her and he looks her in the eyes and says “believe it or not, you’re stuck with me, and i’m stuck with you, and i want you to know who i am when we’re kicking this apocalypse in the ass”

someone talk with me about teenage five teaching teenage delores how to defend herself with the training he was given during his childhood but reassuring her that he’ll always be there to protect her if something were to happen (to which she reminds him that she appreciates it, but knows she can defend herself with the spite and sheer willpower she has to survive)

someone talk with me about five and delores having a makeshift wedding and five’s vows being along the lines of “even if the rest of the world was alive, i don’t think i could ever hope to find someone that makes me as truly happy as you do, and i will be eternally grateful that of anyone i could get stuck in this goddamn apocalypse with, it was always you, and it will always be you”

someone talk with me about the handler showing up from the commission to recruit five as a temporal assassin and delores as a case worker because they’re both dangerously smart and incredible at surviving in harsh conditions (also, the handler approached them separately to see where their loyalties lied and they both firmly explained they wouldn’t go anywhere without the other)

someone talk with me about delores getting fed up with the handler repeatedly making moves on five despite him clearly being uncomfortable until it bubbles to a climax and she punches her square in the jaw, which results in an ER trip and zero regret (plus five falling even harder in love with the woman who endlessly sticks up for him)

someone talk with me about five and delores plotting an escape plan to get back to 2019 which all goes well, except five had once again messed up the math (or so he thought) and he and delores are placed back in their 13 year-old bodies, but she confesses that she doesn’t mind seeing the boy she fell in love with all those years ago once again

someone talk with me about delores learning to trust and love the hargreeves just as much as five, as they learn to love and trust her just as much

someone talk with me about five always keeping track of dates and specifically remembering the exact times of significant events for himself and delores, like the moment she looked at him for the first time, the moment he knew he was in love with her, and the moment they decided they were going to stop at nothing to keep each other alive and stop the world from ending

someone talk with me about five and delores, the 58 year-old couple that they are, snuggling up on elliot’s couch together because they can’t fall asleep without the other one there to remind them that they’re safe and out of harm’s way (mostly)

someone talk with me about how delores has never been the type to step down, and she continues to stand her ground and be brutally honest when shes upset or wants five to listen to her, and he admires her bluntness (and frankly, needs it) due to his impatience and expectations of honesty at all times

someone talk with me about delores knowing exactly when five needs his time alone and stepping away to help his siblings as much as she possibly can, usually by encouragement or (again) brutal honesty hidden behind a kind and genuine smile

someone talk with me about five reminding delores of his love for her whenever it’s too quiet or he thinks she’s gone too long without him showing it, in every way he can think of, like letting her know that he would’ve lost his mind in the apocalypse without her (which.. he kind of did?), finding little things that remind him of her and bringing them to her, and holding her hand whenever he sees frustration or discomfort bubbling behind her eyes

[deoidesign]

Just finished an animation commission for @sleep-is-god, it was SO fun I was so happy to get to draw this!!!

[maskedchip]

the juicebox bandits

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck Tims has 4 daughters

Izutsumi’s relationship with the whole party is very fun and heartwarming, and her relationship with each party member has something unique and special, but besides Senshi being the mama hen I really love how Chilchuck looks after Izutsumi in a father-ish way. He’s the only one in the party that sees her like an actual human girl lol. He treats her with respect while not letting himself be walked over, and I think there’s something to be said about it, esp since Chilchuck knows how it’s like to be infantilized and pet like a cute thing much like our favorite catgirl. He does handle her like a guy who has 3 adult daughters, parenting instincts kicking in

Listen I knooow the party is breaking up with the end approaching but I’ve been thinking a lot about if Izutsumi decided to stick with anyone and I think it’d be really nice if she stayed with Chilchuck. I love Chilchuck’s store so much, I have so many headcanons and fic plans involving it, but listen.  I feel like Chilchuck would be a good person to look after her, she’s still a teen and shown not to be mature enough to know what to do with herself and feed herself right yet, she could become Chilchuck’s store mascot like a cat that’s always lounging inside hehe.  He gains another sort-of-daughter and she keeps her favorite pillow, a loss-loss deal on his end but Chilchuck is too responsible to not take her in if needed mwahahaha Izutsumi would have no remorse, he’s ready to suffer for her comfort

Ok girl we get it he’s your dad

[cosmicmolotov]

I honestly want to see what non slug Ted looks like in your art style! :D

Now that you mention it I wondered the same thing so here we are! :D He has no idea the horrors he’s about to witness.

While I was drawing this lovely guy I had a thought… What if, years later, AM turned him back into a human?

what then?

…

[part 2]

[spacemandoodles]

The season 4 trailer has re-awakened my black butler obsession

[deunmiu-dessie]

"george, i will stand with you between the heavens and the earth. i will tell you where you are. do. you. love. me?"

[nectardaddy]

'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

Prologue | I like this one

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"I haven't seen you before," catching the voice of a woman from a far, he turned. "My dad just hire you?" Posing the question to him as she neared him, a friendly smile gathered in her words.

The picnic table the man found himself at was adjacent to the far left side of the field, away from the beating sun and away from the chaos that the farm house brought in the distance. Eating his lunch here every day rather than the latter - it was peaceful, it was quiet. No one bothered him, and no one fought him on having a moment to himself.

He formed the pieces together in his mind quickly, connected that 'dad' must be the man who hired him; gratefully giving him the job without a second thought. And his breath hitched in his throat at the thought - he was filthy, and in no place to talk to such a woman right now. Not a woman as pretty as she was, especially not a woman who's father hired him all together.

Hat pulled off his head earlier, his grandmother telling him long ago that wearing a hat to eat was considered rude, his hair stuck to his forehead. Sweaty, and dirt ridden- a bad habit of wiping his brow with dirty gloves, he had yet to break; he felt more tense than he should.

"I've been here for a week, ma'am," replying with a small, considerate, smile. Fighting every urge to apologize right then and there for his appearance, but it wasn't as if he had a choice with the dirt. Opening his mouth to utter an apology, but promptly shut it as she joined him at the table. Stepping over the table's seat before taking it across from him.

"You don't have to call me that if you don't want to," she assured. "So, what d'you go by, man who's been here for a week?" Asking informally with a wry smile, teasing only slightly as she placed her hands on the table.

"Kita. It's nice to meet you, ma'am." Now neglecting his lunch as she had started a conversation.

"Kita," she spoke to herself as if to remember it immediately. "It's nice to meet you too," she offered her name to him, posing to instead call her that instead of ma'am - to drop the formalities all together. But he'd be damned if he did that, not with her at least.

Though just as quickly as she joined him, she stood up to leave just as fast. "Finish eating." Flashing him a smile as she stepped over the picnic table seat once more, "I don't wanna' disrupt you. It's awfully hot today, you're gonna' need it busting your ass out there."

He wished to tell her that she was, by no means, a distruption. If anything, she was the highlight of his day. But just as soon as she got up, the sooner she started walking away. "Have a good day ma'am," calling out a goodbye to which she turned and waved.

"Have a good day, Kita, I'll see you around." And goodness, he sure hope he would.

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[lotus-sunn]

I feel like if Ford was around during the time 'The Hand That Rocks Mabel' episode he would NOT stand for the blatant UNCOMFORTABLE TREATMENT THAT MABEL WAS RECIEVING FROM GIDEON

I fear he would threaten to end gideons bloodline.

(I'm kidding he wouldn't do that! Maybe, perhaps, lets not worry about that!)

[shokveyv]

shut up

[inkyboyo]

“my first year back into smosh, i was..so fucked up like i.. i guess it was to the point that like, on multiple occasions, people would just walk up to me and be like, ‘hey, are you okay?’”

“were you just dissociated?”

“yeah..”

WHAT IF I FUCKING CRIED AND SCREAMED AND PUT MYBHEAD THROUGH A WALL!!!!????