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Because someone confused the luxiem logo with a womb tattoo
#2224999#ike eveland#ikenography#spicyikey#mysta rias#mystaart#mystariass#vox akuma#akurylic#akumasutra#luca kaneshiro#lucadeeznuts#lucadraw#shu yamino#shussy#vtuber#nijisanji#fanart
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He really like the coat,,, [Merry Christmas Y’all!! 🎄🎁]
#doodleart#art stuff#doodle#lucashu#mafiyami#shu yamino#luca kaneshiro#ship art#yaminoart#shussy#fanart#drawluca#not christmas#but it can be#happy holidays#everyone#shuca
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quick doodle before sleep bcs i had to go work on sunday morning
so sadge ;w;)_
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polyxiem, established safe word, heavy nsfw
cuntboy shu who gets absolutely wrecked on everyone’s cocks without a second to breathe and by his third orgasm he’s already in tears, mumbling “please please please” like a mantra but he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point. the fifth hits him like a truck but his head feels empty, his throat is sore from screaming and crying, face stained with sweat and never-drying tears.
mysta slowly rides out and lets him rest his sticky forehead on his shoulder. behind the two of them ike is already preparing to ruin shu’s ass while luca adjusts the new condom, gladly taking shu out of mysta’s arms.
a silent scream is all the sorcerer can muster as two cocks bully their ways inside him once again, an expression vox immediately catches with the camera.
vox, “you think he can go up to 10?”
mysta takes the sharpie from the bedside table, adding another line to the already existing ones on shu’s left ass cheek. luca and ike nod at the detective before setting a brutal pace.
mysta, “i dunno man, his stamina is worse than ike’s-“
ike, “hey!”
mysta , “but i’m sure he wants to be a good boy for us, hm?”
shu’s mind is fuzzy, everything arrives in his brain in a dull static — he can’t even begin to form coherent thoughts anymore; body and mind going numb in pleasure and pain.
shu, “p- ple- hease- h- hurts-“
vox, “such a good boy indeed” the demon smiles plainly, taking another pic.
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Tumblr is wild bc you’ll be scrolling and see a shirt that says “my shussy is in ogredrive” and keep scrolling and then read an article about the war in Ukraine and then I’m expected to, what, make a post synthesizing this information
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😍 - "Let it be known that I do not personally find Alessio attractive because I am not gay, but do I believe Alessio is conventionally attractive? Possibly. What I do not understand is how he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. Too many options, perhaps..."
Crimson rolled his eyes...
Send '😍' if your muse thinks mine is pretty. | Accepting
"...Thanks, boss..." It was because he was gay Crimson, even if you were in denial about your sexuality, Alessio was positive he was gay, not that he would understand that. "Ya.... conventionally attractive yaself."
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It's always Bildad the Shuhite but never Disco Tony
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not a number but i want to see all the shussy songs. where are they. this is a robbery
@swiss-army-fangirl I KNOW THIS IS YOU....... Its just the two I told you about LOL, Sure is Fun #16 and Daylight #39, but HDYL WAS #45 in my summer wrapped fwiw
#no room for any more shussy. MNQN is eating up all the spare space /lh#love that yt does the seasonal ones on top of the yearly almost makes up for me not being able to use 3rd party things LOL#ask game#besties tag!
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my ichthyology prof says there's a new method of shark satellite tagging to try and figure out exactly where sharks are pupping (giving live birth) that involves cramming a small buoyant tagging device with a gps sensor UP A PREGNANT FEMALE'S SHUSSY (shark pussy) (technical term) so when they have their pups the tag pops out and floats to the surface to ping the location to a satellite. jesus christ man
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👟 in 🌂 outfit
I was watching thaat one 🦁 stream and that answer from 🦊 and I have to -3-“
#doodleart#art stuff#doodle#doodles#artwork#yaminoart#shu yamino#shussy#meloco kyoran#melocopic#digital illustration#digital aritst#illustration
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the other anons are wrong... you're a Shizunfucker. don't let them gaslight you. be you. get that shussy.
I AM A SHIZUN FUCKER. I WILL GET THAT SHUSSY.
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Ah yes, my favorite boy band…✨Shussie✨😩
Under the cut is my reference image
#I accidentally put lassies eyes a tad too high on his head but I’m choosing to ignore that <3#shawn spencer#burton guster#carlton lassiter#psych#psych fanart#forest draws
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Three friends, two shussies, and a parrot cup for espresso or tea
#thrifting#shiftythrifting#submission#mugs#decor#shoes#holidays#teapoot#beet poot#beet poot and friends
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jar of sins
rias knew he was a foul man but shu knew better
tags: assasin!rias, sniper!shu, strangers to lovers, self-indulgent, (rias is in an agency and his field of work is assassinations), (box is his supervisor)
rias was very upset when his boss told him he will be working with someone outside the company — very��upset.
the agent grit his teeth in annoyance: “this has to be a bad joke, how can we even trust-“
“rias, dear, do me a favor and shut your pretty mouth. you’re here to do a job, aren’t you.” the way the white haired glared at him, eyes piercing blue and making the brunette halt in his protest. he’d have to deal with a complete stranger for months, trying to overcome his trust issues while attempting to spy on their target.
it wasn’t like box didn’t know rias had his problems, the agent was sure at this point the whole company knew about it — the way rias would never accept missions with someone else; always going solo like the lone wolf fox everyone saw him as; he would always eat by himself in the cafeteria as well; train alone; never participate in group bounding activities.
but rias liked it that way — how could he not, after being used to it for all his life —, he liked not getting bothered during his missions, taking his time (but never too much), focusing on what was important and without dead weight possibly ruining the whole thing for him.
it’s been roughly three months since that, said hired sniper was none other than shu yamino — a young man with hair way too colorful for rias’ taste as it could easily draw unwanted attention at them — and eyes too attentive to his liking.
their mission was quite complicated, only a handful people even knowing about it; the dragon sisters had saved his life a handful of times, he was fine with them; eki eviland was beyond skilled with every type of weapon, having him as backup was only a logical conclusion (although rias didn’t like the toxic smiles he would get from him); luca kanekuro was blunt and came in like a wrecking ball, no matter the location or situation, save to say box and rias agreed on kuro being their last straw if something should go beyond south.
their current location was ███, the warm summer sun melting shu’s ice cream as he walked along the shore, footprints in the sand getting washed away with every new wave of salty water; it was like shu never existed at this beach and the agent didn’t know what to think of that.
rias was holding onto two pairs of shoes as he watched the sniper in front of him, the ravenette happily humming a tune the killer’s never heard before, yet found himself swimming in comfort like they did yesterday evening in the hidden bay next to their apartment.
this was so wrong.
███ the ███ of ███ should not look like a summer vacation, even if it was an undercover mission and a tiring long process. the tiny apartment they lived in together got cozier and cozier by the day, the orange morning sun softly embracing the sleeping sniper whenever rias checked up on him before going on a morning run (patrol).
shu would look like a heaven-sent angel, golden rays hugging him soft, painting him with what seemed like honey; the sniper looked sweet and innocent, as if he hadn’t killed more men than rias. he asked himself how an ethereal looking creature like shu yamino could ever do harm to anyone or anything.
rias didn’t like it, how warm the apartment felt compared to the rest of the world; how he felt the need to stop time when shu was just minding his own business in the living room, cleaning his beloved rifle while humming the same strange tune again, giving him the need to ask what song it was so they could both hum it together.
he didn’t even know what was going on inside his own head anymore, all he wanted to think about was how pretty the sniper looked in the dim evening lights.
“shu.” the ravenette turned his head and looked at the broad man in the doorway, eyes blinking in surprise. rias had never called him by his first name, it was only ever yamino this, sniper boy that, but never shu.
“y-yeah?”, he mustered up some of his courage, “everything alright, mysta?” the assassin needed some time to process what just happened.
it has been decades since someone used his birth name; a name and person he associated with weakness and vulnerability, two things he absolutely hated about humans. it made them stupid and naive — but the second it rolled over shu’s tongue, so soft and graceful, he wanted to be weak and vulnerable, to be human, to be with the ravenette, feeling everything he never felt in his life ever, simply because he didn’t allow himself to. rias always thought being weak was bad but shu had taught him different; shu had taught him that being fragile wasn’t a bad thing, that it was okay to have someone to hold you up if you yourself couldn’t anymore.
he slowly walked towards the sniper, an expression on his face shu has never seen before.
“it’s… nothing”, the brunette sat down next to him before pulling shu’s smaller framed body into his lap, “i just wanted to say your name.” shu understood, he always managed to, and rias stopped questioning how he did it (“is that man a sorcerer?”).
“okay”, shu only whispered, a heart he learned to treasure beating against his back, warmth making him feel cozy and sleepy, the arms around his waist and the chin on his shoulder fit so perfect into every nook on his body, he didn’t even realize how many butterflies were forming inside himself.
shu got lost in an unfamiliar aura, his senses slowly pausing as he fell asleep — he didn’t even know he was this tired.
the next week was packed with curious touches, unsure words and unfamiliar feelings of… something — rias was a bit scared of it and shu tried to understand.
their first kiss was warm and nervous, a shy peck on the lips, and rias felt his chest swell at the red petals blooming across shu’s cheeks as he laughed in joy. they repeated the action, over and over, again and again; never once did they go too wild, too empty, just soft and loving gestures.
it became a lucid routine for shu to fall asleep on rias’ chest every evening (or just for naps in the afternoon, when they filled up some energy for late night outings, manly for their missions, sometimes when shu managed to persuade rias for a date), his cheek pressed against his favorite sound in the world (rias’ heartbeat) and scarred arms wrapped around his waist oh so perfectly, it was almost ridiculous to the assassin, how their bodies fit together like long lost puzzle pieces.
but he didn’t dare complain; he didn’t dare get upset over shu’s hands fitting into his like they were made to be; he didn’t dare be mad when shu nuzzled his face into his neck; he didn’t dare complain whenever shu decided to invade his personal space.
“what are you doing?” shu raised his head at the question, amethyst eyes looking like stars rias wanted to hold onto forever and maybe longer.
“i’m making stars”, he smiled and- oh, rias thought, a star making stars, how fitting.
his teal eyes wandered down to purple pained nails and delicate hands, paper strips on the wooden table and a jar of colorful little stars almost filling all of the glass. the assassin didn’t question how shu managed to fit that into his tiny suitcase.
rias sat himself down next to the sniper, watching him fold the bits into stars, chin resting in the palm of his scarred hand. the silence of their soft breathing and heartbeats became rias’ favorite sound and it never failed to make his body relax.
“every star”, shu whispered, “is for someone i killed.”
after another month they finally got the opportunity — the opportunity to strike. but it also meant leaving their new found home, their new found love and new found memories they had made together in that apartment they learned to find their never existing comfort in.
“don’t worry”, shu only told the agent. but both of them worried anyways. it was more than dangerous to date in their area of work, not to mention being partners for the same mission. rias had expressed his thoughts of quitting after this, he was tired anyway, his body and mind too exhausted to keep up with killing disgusting people off the face of earth-thing.
shu had only nodded and understood, promised to support him in whatever situation he will end up being. rias had learned that the sniper picked up on the job simply because be liked it — the thrill, the adrenaline after the first shot before running to the next spot, the heavy gun in his arms.
their mission went smooth, a little too smooth to rias’ liking. his killer instincts screamed for survival for once, screaming for shu’s safety. the assassin became hyperaware as they ran through dark alleyways-
a loud beeping sound made rias groan in agony.
his back found the wall of a building; he could hear his ribs breaking, head spinning, trying to sort his thoughts-
“SHU!” he couldn’t even properly understand his own yell, the explosion temporarily erasing his hearing. everything was covered in debris, dust, smoke, but where was his sniper.
he could barely get himself up again, adrenalin making him do things out of humanities understanding sometimes. he didn’t care, all he cared about was shu — his warmth, his comfort, his home, his love. his first love he couldn’t spend enough time with just yet. he knew life never treated him well or fair but this made all his strings snap.
rias didn’t realize how busy it suddenly got around him, eki screaming something at him and the assassin didn’t even question where his coworker came from. or kanekuro, who was clearly too furious about the chaos.
rias’ heart dropped to his stomach as his tired eyes found the still body of his boyfriend surrounded by more debris and blood — so much blood. rias could feel his body run cold, his chest tighten even more (as if his lungs didn’t hurt enough at this point). the world was lucky that day because shu was, in fact and for scientifically unexplainable reasons, still breathing.
box didn’t question the hefty hospital bill he found at his office desk three weeks later. he also didn’t question the short letter rias had written him; “i’m quitting. if you’re in trouble you know how to find me”. the white haired man smiled fondly, sipping his coffee.
i love me domestic boyfriends with a hint of violence, angst and ptsd.
the fic on ao3 and my twitter
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Happy birthday to my favourite sussy Shussy Shark
#pixelart#pixel art#ドット絵#arknights#specter arknights#スペクター#I love this shark so much she was my first maxed out 6 star#im so happy she goot a module on cn too omg#i love her sm she deserves the world this beautiful shark#bite me#arknights fanart
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