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[ryescapades-archived]

꒰ ooc ? suggestive ꒱ doing this trend with your lads bf and seeing that split second of him faltering when he feels you squeezing your thighs around his hips mid-pull.

you'd almost think zayne was unaffected by it, but the slight pinch on his forehead and the faint grunt under his breath tell you otherwise. he finishes the workout and gently sets you down before turning away and adjusting himself lest you notice the tent growing in his pants.

you would've felt bad for disrupting the workout but the way xavier's chest stutters, clumsily fixing his grip on the horizontal bar above you had you bursting out a mini fit of giggles. though that doesn't go on for long, for the almost begging look on his face results in you nearly tripping over your own movement.

rafayel narrows his eyes as the two of you finish your pull-ups, his brain already thinking of ways to get back at you. there's lot of... methods, of course. one of them ends with you squeezing your thighs around him in a whole other scenario but for now, he'd have to settle with tickling you to oblivion, or something. he'll eventually get to that part of squeezing sooner or later anyway.

sylus raises a challenging brow at you. he returns his feet to the ground before engulfing your waist between his palms, legs still hooked over his tapered waist and deliberately adjusting you in his hold. you freeze, core brushing against his pelvis in a not-so-innocent way which earns you an amused glint in his crimson gaze.

caleb lets out a sudden laugh, raspy and breathless and half in disbelief. his biceps strain as he does another pull, with you following his motion. you expect him to do the next one as well, so you pull. but then he didn't. which causes you to unintentionally press harder against him, sliding along his hips in a salacious grind as he smirks victoriously at your flushed face.

[postsaken-askblog]

MEET C00LKIDD!

"..I don’t want to play anymore.."

With a heart full of guilt, he mostly keeps to himself, fearing that he’d do or even say the wrong thing. He occasionally plays with toys and all from time to time, as he misses the childhood he could’ve had. He barely talks to anyone anymore, not even his own dad can breach the walls he has built in his mind.

He’s 14!

MCR fan if you couldnt tell.

He can summon code hands thst he usually only uses to hold extra items, but he hides them most of the time, afraid to appear like a freak at achool if he didn’t look like one enough already. Still gets bullied though

The corrupted claw on his hand could potentially be removed, but it would be a very excruciating and painful process.

He lost his last scarf, so 007n7 made him another out of code.

Like 007n7, his body can get unstable, but it’s more linked to his emotions than anything.

While he does seem very closed off, he still has that childlike attitude somewhere in him, that only few people can bring out sometimes.

[wholemeallbread]

classmate!kuroo would be so annoying to sit in front of.

★ first things first, he always sticks things on your back or messes with your hair. he purposely buys post-it notes for the sole purpose of writing stupid things and putting them in your back. once, he wrote "iodine lutetium vanadium uranium" on one of them, but he refused to elaborate on what it meant.

★ on the rare occasion that you do answer a question, or just picked on by the teacher, he constantly kicks your chair. to everyone else, you just look crazy stuttering over your words and giggling, but it's all his fault. and when you turn around and tell him to stop, he acts innocent. but you know. you can tell from his smirk.

★ somehow, he magically never has a pen or pencils in your shared lessons. and all the pens you do lend him, he never gives them back unless you specifically ask for it. right at the start of the lesson, he asks you for a pen, and then manages to lend one to the person next to him. so he had one this entire time?!

★ and gosh, he's so lucky he's pretty. how could you be angry with him when he genuinely cares about your wellbeing, even if you're not particularly close? he matches your mood; always putting his head down on the desk when you do, and humours your excitement so you don't feel ignored. smiles when you do; as if he finds more satisfaction in seeing your smile instead of other people's laughs. is willing to throw himself under the bus for your sake... yeah, there's many cases of that. he might just be one of the best people to sit in front of.

or maybe it's only you that thinks that?

[arienic]

(KILLER CHAT) RONIN X READER

Every time Ronin kisses you, you feel his grin on your mouth.

Not that it's the worst thing. Objectively, this should be the least of your worries. But sometimes his teeth knock against yours, and it feels like you're middle-schoolers trying your hand at a sweet first kiss. You kiss and kiss and kiss again — it never seems to go away, that damning smile of his. So you talk to him.

"Ronin," you tell him breathlessly one time, your face a hair's breadth from his; your eyes hazy, lazy, and half-lidded, "I can't kiss you properly if you keep smiling and laughing."

He'd only grinned again: a sly, sly thing. His thumb traces circles under your jaw. "Thought I was kissin' you pretty well there, baby. Weren't you enjoying it at all?"

"Ronin," you try again — but he outright laughs, this time, and you flush indignantly.

"So desperate, so pathetic," he says, and presses his joyous mouth right on yours. It lasts: one moment, two moments, three moments, four. Just as you begin to melt into him, he pulls away. Ronin laughs again at the look on your face: want, want, want. "What a pretty, pathetic darlin'. All for me, hm?"

 You sigh, leaning down to hide your face in his neck. "God, you're horrible."

He gasps mockingly. "Fuck, really? Hadn't noticed."

"Ronin."

"And to ask me to give up one of my only means to express joy?" he continues, thumbing at the space under your ear. You shiver, sighing into his neck. "Such a cruel lover. You're trying to ruin me, aren'tcha?"

"Fuck you," you mutter, eyes fluttering shut.

"Brutal," Ronin says, grinning, and coaxes you from your hiding spot. "Fuckin' wicked, baby." 

When he kisses you again, you think he's doing it on purpose: bumping his teeth into yours, his lips slipping past your own and onto your cheek; and his smile, stretching wider than ever.

[nezz-cringe-crib]

no i can't be normal about things i have to turn it into death note. here's michael L as dubbed by @kiyomitakada thank you for the stunning pun i'm stealing it now

[guiltypandas]

The resemblance is uncanny......

OG image under cut

[bigidiotenergytm]

ody's mom made his cloak he wears she gave it to him at his coronation when he was 13

[im-not-a-joke]

birdflash where dick has a breakdown ab all the pressure he feels constantly from being nightwing and All That Entails + his family + just like. Being an adult, so wally is like “hey why don’t you just take a break and come stay in keystone w me for a little bit :))))”

and really, this whole thing is wally “accidentally” making dick his trophy wife. but dick doesn’t need to know that.

dick is rebuilding himself and finding out who he is without the looming bat-shaped shadow constantly over his head while also being a guy who who grew up in nj suddenly in the midwest.

dick: walls, i thought you said the people here were chill

wally: they are? why? did something happen?

dick: when i went for a walk today, everyone i made eye-contact with smiled at me.

wally: yeah, and?

dick: they smiled.

wally: oh right you’re from the gloomiest place on earth.

wally: smiling at the people you make eye contact with is just being polite here, dude.

(and like, this could be established!birdflash where wally is lowkey trying to frog boil his bf into settling down (it works) OR it could be pre-birdflash in an “and they were roommates” situation.)

[n25-amia]

Ena gets to the door with the gift in a bag. She knocks on the door

There is shuffling heard behind the door, before it opens slightly. Mizuki doesn’t open it wide enough to let Ena in, but they still wanted to see her. They smile a little.

Hey Ena-

[yaekiss]

uh. finally got around to reading mydei's character story instead of just quest lore and

kraken au? monsterfucking potential if he stayed in the sea instead of slaying his father? many thoughts............

i hear monsterfucking potential and my ears perk right up... (holy shit rambling and ideating under the cut. I didn't realise I typed so much.)

sea monster mydei who keeps seeing fisher or seafarer reader throughout those 9 years, always in a different form each time,,,, reader doesn't know of the fondness / obsession (whichever floats your boat. harharhar.) growing and churning beneath the waves

something something if you're in a smaller solo boat, he likes to hang back just a bit behind you, just to make sure nothing happens to you. maybe if he's brave enough, he'll drop some sort of treasure or trinket into your boat (pearls or rare sea life) (OOOH or whichever specimen you're looking for if you're a marine researcher. do they even have marine researchers where he's from? idk)

I do have a mental imagery of mydei hauling himself halfway up your lil vessel, rocking the ship slightly as he gets his forearms to rest on the wooden edge. in a nicer more normal scenario, this would be after he has made himself known to you. he loves hearing you talk, you're like some sort of siren (I know sirens were originally bird ladies but in this case just take it as merpeople who can entrance people with their voice.) despite him being the sea monster. maybe he loves pomegranate juice after you bring some for him to try one day. hmmm

in a more yan fic, this would be. hmm. if you spend the night out at sea and you've been lulled to sleep by the waves. enraptured as he watches you rest peacefully on the surface of the very ocean that has caused him so much torment blahblahblah. you wake up to (very) fresh fish on the floor of your ship.

[moonlitchimes]

Today - Ronin x G.N Chronically Ill Reader

First time writing for this fandom as well as fanfiction itself in over a decade so please excuse any grammatical errors, oocness, etc dhsdhh. Might come back to revise it later, hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

Reader has an unspecified chronic illness and is experiencing flare-up symptoms in this, I tried to be as vague as possible to leave their diagnosis up to interpretation.

word count | 1133 no warnings for this one <3

Today you wake up cold.

Which is, by all accounts, a bit odd. Soft sunlight filters through the curtains, sleepily draping over your form and that of the strong frame curled around you. You should feel warm, but you don’t. Instead, it feels as if you’re standing outside in a winter storm—drenched in icy rain—and not wrapped in the arms of your furnace of a boyfriend. You drift for a while, taking a minute—or perhaps several—to bask in the rare calm that has settled as the sun begins its slow crawl over the horizon. 

However, the biting chill festering in your bones only becomes harder and harder to ignore. And as consciousness eventually creeps upon you once more, you become aware of a dull ache in the small of your back. 

That’s where it begins, anyway—it always does—before slinking its way up your spine and stretching itself languidly across your shoulders like an overzealous cat. It takes its time digging its claws into your skin, sharpening the ache into a searing that tears into your veins and blights your blood until all your body knows is pain and nothing else. 

You screw your eyes shut, doing your best to ground yourself: rough hands curled firm but careful around your waist, warm breath puffing against the crook of your neck, soft hair tickling your cheek. Some days, the easy repetition is enough to help you focus—to function with the pain. To ignore it—as much as it can be ignored—until you can stumble into some form of normalcy. 

Today is not one of those days. 

The torment that has been simmering throughout your body finally comes to a boil. A pitched keen escapes from your parted lips before you can stop it, and you stiffen as you feel Ronin stir from behind—no doubt roused by the sounds of your suffering. You bite down so hard on your lip to trap any more whines that you taste the sharp tang of copper on your tongue, another wave of agony wracking your hunched form. Wordlessly, you pray to whatever higher being that may be listening that he settles. 

No such luck.

“Darlin’,” mumbled against your shoulder, still rough with sleep. “Way too early t’be up an’ about, y’know.” 

His words are met with tense silence, the only sign of acknowledgment from you being a slight twitch in your taut frame. 

Ronin’s brows draw together, the teasing edge fading—if only slightly—into cautious concern. “Baby?” he tries again, more alert this time. “Look at me.” Firm—not a request, no matter how undemanding it sounds. 

You’re terse when you finally gather the strength to choke out a response. “It’s nothing, Ro.” A beat—your tone shifts into something more casual, an attempt at nonchalance. “Did I wake you?”

“It’s something, darlin’.” He’s always been able to see right through you. He exhales softly, shifting until he’s propped up on his elbows before repeating, “Look at me.” 

When you finally face Ronin and see his dark, knowing eyes—always so perceptive, always seeming to know you better than you even know yourself—you’re unable to hold it in any longer. Your facade crumbles like withered bone, pain etched clearly across your face.

Whatever composure you had been feigning, you are still only human—still unable to ignore your own suffering, no matter how hard you try.

It felt ridiculous, in a way.

All these years, you had walked this same road alone, time and time again. Never had you had someone to lean on; never had anyone—beyond some choice doctors—bothered to truly concern themselves with your condition. You had long since grown used to this—to saving yourself. 

The support of another had always been something foreign to you—a nice dream, but still a dream all the same. Back then, it hadn’t mattered that no one cared for you (but you had wanted it—god, how you had wanted it). You had come this far on your own, so why bother changing that now? Today you will smile—biting your tongue. You will grit your teeth and bear through the pain. There is no need to cry like some sort of child, to weep about how badly it hurts. You can get through this on your own. 

Alone. Always alone—

You’re shaken from your thoughts by a sudden brush against your cheek, eyes snapping open to meet dark ones—like a void, like oblivion. 

“You’re not alone,” he murmurs, catching a stray tear on his thumb from where it rests against your cheek—and oh, when did you start crying?—”So get out of that head of yours, ‘fore it swallows you whole.” 

He didn’t wait for you to answer, leaning back with all the self-assurance of a predator, his eyes as sharp as blades. “Shoulda woken me,” he drawls—low and smooth as sin—as he watches you. “You don’t gotta suffer in silence like some damn martyr, not with me.” 

He doesn’t touch you—not wanting to cause you any more pain—but he stays close, waiting with all the patience of a darker saint. 

Something in you comes loose at the sight, your breath shuddering as you acquiesce, “I’m sorry—” But he doesn’t let you finish, huffing in fond exasperation as he inclines his head. “Not wantin’ an apology, darlin’, just let me take care of ya.” 

Because that’s what he always does, isn't it? 

Ronin—who, despite all his threats and talk, had seen you, a no-name writer in need of inspiration, and become your muse.

Ronin—who had placed a knife into your hands, lips against your ear, who had given you a choice of how you wanted your shared story to end.

Ronin—who had kissed you in a blood-soaked alleyway with a wolfish smile, like he had known what you would choose all along.

Ronin—who had barged into your life with a wild grin and bloodstained teeth—planted himself firmly by your side and refused to leave, like he belonged there. Like you belonged to him.

(He did, you did.)

Ronin—who knows you better than anyone else, who has slasher movie marathons with you just to have an excuse to hold you close, who stayed up all night researching your condition when he found out just so he could take better care of you.  

Ronin who loves you.

“You don’t have to.” 

“Wasn’t askin’ for permission, sweetheart.” His voice is quieter now—not quite soft, because what part of Ronin is?—but gentle. Warm, despite the teasing edge. “‘Sides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” 

For once, you don’t meet his banter with your own.

“I love you, Ro.”

A pause—his eyes soften. A small breath. His voice dips into something more genuine, more real. “Yeah. I love you too, darlin’.”

Tomorrow, you hope to wake up warm. But if you don’t, Ronin will be there.

And maybe that’s enough.

[dreadeves]

chuuya: dazai feels he is not human because he has undealtwith childhood trauma and undiagnosed autism. i feel i am not human because there is a nonzero chance i was quite literally created in a government lab. we are not the same

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Machine, people want us to "do the do".

How would that even work, Machine?

We don't have lips with which we can tenderly kiss.

I suppose my hand could go down here and- Oh yes. That's nice.

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[doctorsiren]

Horrifying images created tonight during WILD conversations in the server 😨

If I had to make them, then you all have to see them 😁🫶

[bigfatbreak]

"bfb why do the transformed blasphemous hero forms look like furries" because I'm a furry next question

[sttoru]

chat would sukuna massage ur swollen feet when ure pregnant with his child or is he too prideful to do such a thing ✍️✍️