#two pieces back to back ehehe

[im-an-anthusiast]

Ditches and Spiders

God, his forearms ITCHED.  Ugh – they sang a horrible siren song, to which the only answer was the raking of claws, the bloody contact of skin and nails. Or whatever. He clenched his fists, twisting them, rolling his wrists, and watching the taut, lean, yet somewhat gaunt muscle flexing under his scarred skin. Calixte hated the scars so, so much. They weren’t ugly, contorting, or shredding, and they weren’t spirals of thorns or carved spines. They were “beautiful”, twisting, mending – spirals of petals and curving stems. Calixte always hated the mix of lily flowers curling up his arms in a monotone white of scar tissue. They made him sick. His entire lunch – half of a white chocolate granola bar – tickled the very top of his throat, acidically ghosting over the roof of his mouth. He ought to practice Magic again.  

He applied the Sepal Balsam. Almost half the container coated his forearms thickly, massively surmounting the blood below it. Was that... wait... quadruple- no, pentuple the recommended dose? Perhaps that was why he could feel his pain fade into such intense numbness so quickly that in mere seconds he could not feel his forearms at all – and could, in real-time, watch the open wounds, cuts, gashes, and lacerations riddling his forearms and climbing up his bicep close, and twist at themselves, forming sickeningly intricate floral shapes, layering onto those already there. What a disgusting toll he has to pay, really. And, sure, he could always not push himself so much or just wait for himself to heal, but how would he get better, then? The best around don’t just rest. No pain, no gain, after all! He just has to push himself a little harder, surely...! 

The gloves contracted around his arms. They squeezed and cried at the Magic pouring into them, pushing and lashing at his flesh. The gloves wrung his arms, and blood dripped out from their hems at his biceps. All for... him.  

The bouquet strained in his arms. The paper tore open at the pressure pushed into it, flowers spilling around his flesh. Ditch and spider lilies both wrapped around his forearms, slipping from his embrace one by one. All from... him.  

“Are you proud, dad?” 

[sakurocha]

CAN WE GET SOME OLDER BACHELOR HCS UP IN HEREEEE

- certified enjoyer :>

hello anon!! thank you so much for the ask, i hope i did them justice ehehe this was so fun to write, i look forward to writing more for these three <3

fluffy older bachelor headcanons !

featuring harvey, elliott, and shane ♡

⊹₊⟡ harvey

the highlight of his long days at work are when you pop your head into his office

"excuse me, dr. harvey?"

you find his reaction amusing whenever you pretend to be a patient, the way he startles and tenses at first before relaxing as soon as he realizes that it's you

"you scared me, love. come here, i'm just finishing up."

quiet quality time with him is always the best; your presence is simply more than enough to put him at ease, especially after burning the midnight oil at work

you don't mind simply being around him at all, watching him work, seeing if there's anything you can help him with, whether it's fetching a fresh cup of coffee or massaging his shoulders

he's so, so grateful for you all the time, but even more so during moments like these

he's always checking up on you, asking how your day was, if there's anything he can do to help, or if anything interesting happened

such a great listener; whether you're relaying the neighborhood gossip from jodi or recounting the fruition of a giant melon that day, he's always nodding along, stroking your arm gently while giving you his full attention

he just loves to hear you talk and listen to your stories, which you are never short of!

the both of you are quite busy during the day, so he always looks forward to curling up with you in bed after a long day with steaming mugs of tea and bundles of warm blankets

even better if it's raining—he just loves doing anything cozy with you by his side~

i imagine one of his favorite date activities to be ceramics

he frowns whenever he compares his product to yours

"you're so precise with your hands, darling," he says, laughing softly at his creation, which wasn't bad at all! it simply had a few... quirks, which you absolutely adored

"it gives it character, harvey. i love it."

you keep his pieces in the living room of the farmhouse, somewhere you can see it all the time, a constant reminder of his comforting presence

meanwhile he uses the mugs you've sculpted for him on his work desk, always filled with steaming coffee, the caffeine and your love for him more than enough to power him through long days <3

⊹₊⟡ elliott

loves taking walks with you, whether it's through the crisp cindersap forest or the familiar shores in front of his cabin, waves lapping peacefully at the soft sand

always picks out things to show you, from glittering seashells to blooming flowers

he likens their natural beauty to yours, never failing to make you blush

he does that a lot, even without realizing it

his words are just so poetic and swoon-worthy, you can't help it

he gives an amused smile when you flush with embarrassment, pressing a smooth kiss to the back of your hand like a true gentleman

"i apologize, have i flustered you, darling?"

speaking of being a gentleman, this man is the epitome of one

every single time he picks you up from somewhere, without fail, he always shows up with a breathtaking bouquet in his hands, just for you

"your favorites, my love," he says, with all of the charm of an old-fashioned gentleman in a romance movie

the two of you look good together, and all the townsfolk comment on it

"the farmer just glows next to him, do they not?" "that is what i'm here for," elliott replies with a proud smile as you flush at the compliment

he's always so, so proud of everything you do, even the smallest things

i imagine he loves big, celebratory hugs, spinning you around in the air whenever you tell him a major accomplishment, making you really feel like the lead in a romance movie

"yes! i always knew you could do it, my love," he says, proud eyes shining bright

the romance between you two is just so sweet, romantic, and poetic, with every day with him feeling like a fairy tale

he's your knight in shining armor, while you are his muse

and he makes sure you know it, constantly dedicating songs and poems to you, his favorite aspects of you sprinkled throughout heartfelt lyrics and stanzas

you love him more than he could ever know, and he feels exactly the same way about you <3

⊹₊⟡ shane

you absolutely love teasing him; he always acts like he fucking hates it but you know he loves it 🤭

i imagine you have an insane assortment of ridiculous pet names for him, from shaney-poo to mama hen, each rendition getting more and more creative

he gets more horrified each time

"how the hell didja even come up with that?!"

it's just too easy to poke fun at him. it's just inherent in your dynamic. <3

you're always pushing him to try new things that are way outside of his comfort zone; you're his perfect foil

and even if he grumbles in protest at first, in the end, he just loves spending time with you

your first idea was accompanying him to the saloon, which he was surprised about

but you had other plans >:)

after the first round of drinks, you were feeling particularly mischievous

so you took his hand and dragged him out of his usual corner, swaying your hips

"come onnnn, shaney! let's dance!"

"oh HELL no." he was rooted to his spot at first, but as usual, your charms had worked on him, and he eventually gave in

you even got some laughs out of him! mission success :)

he can feel himself opening up the more time you spend together, from trying things he would never have before to becoming more vulnerable around you

which is why he's always so grateful for you, even if he struggles to show it sometimes

when the two of you are alone, he's a bit more liberal with his affections

wrapping his arms around you from behind, giving small pecks to your cheek, tickling your skin with his stubble

on the other hand, you're always on him whenever you can, clinging to him like he's a giant teddy bear

hugging his arm whenever the two of you are walking, looping your arms around his neck when you talk to him, peppering his face with sweet kisses

he acts all irritated, but in reality, he's just flustered by your boldness heheh

"why so grumpy, shane?" you ask, pulling away from him after dotting tiny pecks all over

".... 'cause you stopped," he admits, bashfully averting his gaze <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~ ♡

[abidethetempest]

Stormkel/Black Wolf

I've wanted to a stained glass themed triptych for Fenris for agesss, and here's the first two pieces! I'm gonna come back to finish the third one eventually but for now I wanted to show off the pair, since they are honestly made to be viewed like this.

Had to use two diff canvases and duplicate the lineart and stuff since my drawing app is ancient and clunky (but I'm too stubborn to move to Procreate lol). It was worth it tho, and I'm really really proud of these!! Also Eliksni text on the bottom says "Stormkel" and "Black Wolf" in my conlang. Also also there's symbolism but if you wanna know abt that you'll have to read the fic ehehe >:)c

[cloudcountry]

Could I request Jamil / Trey / anyone else you want having a cooking / baking session with the reader? Tysm!! (Reader doesn't have to know how to cook, its up to you if you want them to be teaching the reader to cook too)

SUMMARY: trey teases you a bit too much while making a new strawberry dessert for riddle. jamil is comfortable enough with you to be himself.

COMMENTS: this takes place post book four because that makes the most sense ehehe

It’s hard to focus on cutting the strawberries into just the right size pieces when your loving boyfriend is breathing down your neck. You know damn well he’s doing it on purpose, too.

It’s not hard to figure out his game, even though he’s not doing anything too intense yet because you’re currently holding a knife. You know he’ll inevitably ramp it up, and you’ll be caught up in the tornado that is Trey Clover in a Mischievous Mood.

With his expertise, it isn’t long before the strawberry cookies are in the oven—nor is it long until Trey asks you to taste test the frosting. As if anything he makes could be less than delicious!

Still, you eat it right off the silicone scraper he offers you, the red speckles pink frosting pleasing your taste buds and your eyes. You tell him as such and he makes a soft comment of “oh, like you!” which earns him an (affectionate) withering glare.

When the cookies are done, he feeds you a few. Not too much, since he doesn’t want you to get cavities, but enough to make you happy. He made extras just for you—he always does.

Cooking with Jamil would hardly be relaxing at this point, especially after everything that’s happened with Kalim. So instead, when the winter holiday rolls around for the second time, you invite him over to decorate gingerbread houses.

You two make the gingerbread together in the comfort(?) of Ramshackle’s kitchen. You consider it a win when you don’t see any bugs and Jamil doesn’t freak out, but maybe he’s too focused on baking to care.

There’s a moment when decorating where you wonder if he’s actually relaxed. So, you do what a good partner would do, and you throw a gumdrop at him. It bounces off his forehead and lands on the table.

He looks up at you slowly, reaching into his bag and pulling out his own gumdrop. You dramatically plead for him to reconsider but he cruelly denies your plea, tossing a gumdrop at your own head.

You shriek as it hits you right between the eyes, nearly falling back in your chair. Jamil has a smug smirk on his face as he resumes decorating, and you decide you’re going to eat part of his house as payback.

[crythartic]

Every now and then I find an artwork that I just can't help but adore. I absolutely adore your Chara drawing. I'm also an artist myself, though I'm unsure how to draw the stuff that I actually like. Do you perhaps have any tips or advice, some resources I could take a look at...? I mean it's fine if you don't, I know not everyone is able to always explain their artistic process, but I still have to ask, heh.

thank you so much!!! im really glad you liked that drawing. and its no trouble at all, artists should try to help each other out ehehe. you're right that it might be difficult to explain my resources, but maybe since you specifically asked abt the chara one i can explain the process.

this piece i drew it like its most traditional to, the last pieces (the p5 ones and kris) were all sketched out and rendered heavily using lasso fill. this time i just started sketching some charas to take a break from another drawing.. as u can see i had two doodles originally but i felt like i wanted the viewers eye to travel through more focal points, so i started rearranging the composition. i wanted a mix of cuteness with underlying intensity/terror, so i already knew the geno chara would be a bit more "faded out". thats all i did for composition.

now in terms of the actual drawing and coloring process, i always do a mix of lineart and lineless (for this both the lineart and coloring layer are at some point merged so i can "sculpt" and shape the forms and colors easier). this is a lot of trial and error to see what parts really do require lines and make it more eyecatching, especially if you are strategic with the line weight. with lineart you run into the possibility of making a drawing more detailed than you had envisioned, lately ive been trying to go for "less is more", so i forewent a lot of the details and instead i REALLY focused on making these doodles as "shaped" as possible, for better examples of this id cite my previous two drawings because the lasso tool lets me explore that more (less constrictive than simply drawing the shapes yourself).

and the colors? with chara its easy, they have a very restrictive palette so after i lay down the colors i try and find a color for the lines which plays off of said colors (blue seemed interesting this time). thats also a thing with me, i like when the color contrast isnt subtle, i go a bit crazier sometimes (feel free to check my older art out on insta, those deltarune ones are the best example of this). to explore color in a piece, layer effects are your best friend, and tonal/color editing settings. i cited this example on an insta story some weeks ago for my last drawing with how i left it originally and what i modified once i came back after a bit:

the decisions you make in regards to what focal points and colors you use genuinely and solely depends on your artstyle and what you like to draw. but experimenting is always fun, and id say necessary :]

i think this is good for now, if you have more questions feel free to ask!

[bwobgames]

It’s 5 am

At last, she sleeps soundly.

But as draining as that emotionally filled talk was, it was necessary.

Sadly, the night is still young.

Out she goes in her new adventure, retrieving Vivi’s photo.

Hopefully the kids won’t be too disappointed if she ends up sleeping all of tomorrow in the hotel…

She enters and looks through the different little places a small piece of paper could’ve slipped into.

At some point she hears some steps behind her.

But is too tired and busy to care, moving on.

She gets in the dinner wagon and looks around. Things look clean.

Seems like the detective messed with the evidence, how ironic.

She finds a flashlight on the floor, must be Vivi’s

It’s not broken thankfully, seems like whatever happened with her made it fall and open the battery case.

She puts them back in a tries it. It works fine. Way too fine, in fact. It’s almost blinding. Must be her getting too used to the dark train. Maybe it’s better to leave it turned off.

She looks at the wall of the small kitchen area.

Two knives are missing.

Which could mean nothing, really. If it wasn’t because she knows her friends.

If it was Oliver in his attempt to fix up his cat’s mess, he would never leave a gap like that. He loves categorizing and organizing, this simply would not be done by his hand.

But it could remain unorganized if he wanted to leave evidence untouched.

And of course, there’s also Vivi’s cryptic claims about this train.

She realizes she doesn’t know where the emergency brake is.

After a quick look around for the missing picture, Marigold decides to go as far as the train goes, in the direction she hasn’t explored. The division of classes.

Ironic, really.

She’s about to reach the last wagon available to cross when she hears something.

It’s Ángel. He’s talking… to himself?

Did he somehow find signal? Is he on the phone? Maybe recording something for that internet content of his?

Before she can go on and ask, she sees something on the window to the other wagon.

She recognizes that blue-hair shadow.

Ignoring whatever Tiktok Ángel is probably making, she goes back to the dinner saloon.

There’re still two knives missing.

And now three.

Marigold knows about ghosts; she’s been haunted by one for so long.

The ghost of herself.

A strange apparition at first, slowly taking form before her, taking strength. Until it finally took over the husk that was her body.

She knows ghosts are real, she knows hauntings are real.

And she knows that people are far more dangerous than any of that.

There are times when she wishes to buy flowers and cry for days at the grave of her lost youth. Sometimes she does.

But if there’s something she’s glad her parents taught her, albeit not consciously, is to be resilient.

A spirit can easily dissipate in the wind of responsibilities and masked faces, but it never stopped haunting.

Marigold refuses to let time go pass her anymore.

She is going to cherish what she has; she will keep her eyes wide open, and live.

No paranormal activity is going to stop that.

She has a mission.

Something that she hasn't let go of is her ability to see other people's potential. For good purposes this time.

She knows exatly who she needs.

She goes back to her bedroom and wakes up Nina.

“Wh…What? Is it 7 already…?”

 “No, but I need you now.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“Wanna go on an adventure?”

“What…?”

“I’ll be right back, put on something warmer”

“I…. Okay?”

As she leaves the room, she sees the figure of none other than Mr. Beebo walking across the wagons.

Seems like he’s heading there as well.

She enters Vivi’s room.

Softly, as to not wake up Nadia, she shakes Vivi around.

“Whaa noo I’m not a wobbly sheet of metal ehehe...”

“Wake up”

“Awhuwe… Mari! Did you find the picture?”

“No, sorry, but I got you this”

“Oh! it’s not broken, is it? I actually paid a lot for it…”

“No, no, it works perfectly, but I need you to take it and come with me and Nina.”

“…For girls’ night?”

“You could call it that”

“I need something from you, actually. Your strange breaking and entering skills.”

“No one ever wants me for my ballon animal’s skills but go on?”

“How can you get to the normal seats wagon?”

It’s 6 am

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Something feels…

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[w3r3theli0nshunt]

Minotaur Soap! (18+)

W! Blood (shit tons) slight sexual themes, violence, fluff (can’t believe it either) reader is injured, Soap is a Minotaur 🤯 maybe slight angst? Tooth decaying stuff, tried making the Minotaur appear a little 🤏 more humane than they usually are ehehe 😅

Who smells your sweet blood and hears your choking sobs as your feet scrapes against the cold, filthy ground while you lean with one hand against the wall of the cemented maze . You’re oblivious to the fact that the 8 feet tall, muscular built Soap is lurking in the shadows behind you, watching your every move with caution before he plans on approaching. Following the trace of the small droplets of your blood who assaults his senses and animalistic instincts to feast on your flesh and suck the marrow out from your bones to fulfil his hunger, instead, he wishes to keep you in one piece. Sensing that you’re not good for him dissolving in his stomach acid, he doesn’t prepare his long nails to dig in that supple skin of yours or his sharp teeth to sink into you.

He stalks behind you, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in his filled stomach from the other sacrifices he’s been dined on, their skin tissues remain between his teeth and their blood still lingers on his tastebuds. But seeing how you struggle to keep your limping form moving in the endless maze that only Soap can localise in and without his guidance, you won’t find a way out or to his home.

You dry your sweat on your forehead with your arm that is heavy to move and exhaustion is preventing your motivation to continue seeking a way out, still knowing that mazes are traps when it comes to sacrifices, whose lives are labeled as useless. Unwed, unbred and a virgin, you’re no place in for society and bear no importance for the village you once called home. Your limbs get heavier by every step you take and your vision becomes hazier, so you let your knees fold and fall helplessly to the cemented floor. You gaze at your wounded leg, how crimson is oozing from the deep cut and the intense ache caused by any slightest movement.

How kind of the priest to grant me more mercy than sending me of the maze, you sarcastically think.

Tears falls mercilessly as you close your eyes to accept your fate, ending up as dinner to the hungry beast that awaits settled in the huge maze. You can still hear the other’s screams and pleads for help as the Minotaur beastly grunted and growled as he fed on their flesh on their conscious state. Your compassionate heart hopes for the other’s souls to find their way to the Gates Of Paradise and be reborn as people with a meaning, that they can live in harmony and receive every good they deserve. You can’t help but wonder how heaven may looks or if you’re pure enough to reach it. You let your head lean back against the hard wall, its coldness spreading on your scalp to cool down the fever.

You swiftly open your red eyes by an inhumane huff, and your eyes take you into the shadows where the noise originated from. Looking deep into the darkness, you spy two blue orbs looking back at you, your vulnerable form. It’s the Minotaur. But you don’t have the strength to fight or even be afraid, not even when his huge form becomes more visible by his every step towards you. Lazily, your eyes travel on his huge, beastly form. His broad shoulders, huge horns piercing out of his human shaped skull with an overgrown black Mohawk between them, massively built fur pectorals and large arms that can easily snap bones like sticks. His hooves clamps against the floor, legs shaped like a bull with a tail hanging in the middle above his clothed buttocks.

You have to bend your head up in order to be able to look into his eyes who bores holes into you. He then looks at your bleeding wound and kneels down beside your leg. You hold your breath and close your eyes, thinking he’ll begin lavishing on your leg in order to make you suffer. But just to your surprise, you open them again when you feel his nails gently caressing it instead, before ripping a piece of his cloth that is wrapped around his lower body. The only clothing he has on, mind you. He mildly wraps your leg and slows down the pace when he hears you whimper in pain before tying a loose knot.

You look at him with doe eyes, a sea of questions flowing in your mind as his eyes don’t seem eager for blood, not yours at least. He’s probably playing with his meal, you think. Giving false hope until the damsel in distress puts trust on him and then, he’ll dig in. That seems crueler than just a quick end, and you don’t fancy the idea of it happening to you. So you remain seated, cautiously watching his every move and preparing yourself for the promised end the priest told you about.

“You….pain?” Soap grunts, finger pointing at your wound. You look confused, shocked all between heaven and earth. Should you be alarmed? Or is this genuine acts of kindness? Nonetheless, you shake your head, unwilling to test his patience. He grunts in response and gently lifts your seated form, a sense of relief washes over you that the pain and coldness caused by the hard terrain vanishes. He hovers you above his wide shoulder that perfectly fit you as he begins moving. You swallow as you’re unknown to what his true intentions are and can’t help the stubborn knot in your stomach that refuses to go.

“Where..are you taking me?” You dare question, the only time you’ll open your mouth, you promise yourself. The headache forming in your skull as your upper body is uncomfortably facing the flooring, spotting the remains along the way. Guts in piles, blood decorated on the walls and heads carelessly thrown aside. You swallow once again, fearing that it’ll eventually be your fate.

“Home” Soap grunts as he adjusts his large arm that is holding your legs, a sensation of a throb in his lonely cock as he feels your soft skin and your innocence. Haven’t attempted to run away or defy him like the others like the good little human you are, letting him take you and claim you. You’re right to admit that you don’t know his true intentions, but he knows you’d prefer not to. How would a little sacrifice react if she’s to be the mate of the blood thirsty Minotaur who reap the lives of human beings while being half a human himself? She would freak out and that’s when the defiance begin, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re already brought meaning to his lonely life who’s been aching for companionship like anyone would and that you numb those intense feelings of unhappiness, therefore you can’t leave, not when his heart can explode with the love he already harbours for you.

Reaching the central part of the maze, he sets you down on the pile of hay he calls his bed, hugely structured to carry his heavy weight. Lying on your back, you watch as Soap tries to start a fire with rubbing two sticks together in a supernatural pace until a fire ignites, he throws the flaming woods on the pile of logs until they also get infected with the fire. With a huff of approval, he resumes his attention to you, returning the eye contact. He lays down beside you, causing you to fall against his furred upper body when the bed shifts, leaning down against him. His fur is soft, but his musk makes you scrunch your nose, but yet you remain snuggled against his warmth. Laying your head on his large, firm pectorals with an arm planted on his 10-pack.

You feel his arm wrapping around your own body as he draws you closer, offering a quick lick on your neck. He enjoys it, lying on his back, watching the grey clouds travel in the depressing sky with a cute little human snuggled up against him, slaying all kinds of loneliness he once felt and displace it with love. A unfamiliar feeling, but one he’s been waiting for. Everyday his hopes of finding the perfect human to indulge in, a human to carry his babies and spread his animalistic genes. But also a human he can love, one he can reveal his own humane self that actually exists beyond his animalistic impulses and instincts.

“Aren’t you gonna eat me?” You’ve been patiently waiting for that question that is desperate for an answer in order for its fear to settle and for your heart’s beating pace to slow down. A simple yes or no will do for you, but at least just an answer to confirm. You’re tired of being so intensely afraid while being comfortably snuggled against the soft fur and met with such compassion not even your own family granted you.

“No” He grunts, pulls you closer as if your skins are stitched together, as if you’re one person. An animal and a human, the mixture Soap is.

“mine” it comes out like a growl but the rough reply is softly morphed when his cheek lovingly nudges yours as he groans in satisfaction. you’re his mate and he doesn’t intend to hurt you, intentionally. Sure, your sweet blood would taste more delicate than the other’s bitter tasting plasma. and your soft flesh would probably be as delicious as marinated steak would be for you. But his ache that concerns you, is for your pleasure along with his. Your combined ecstasies, a bittersweet sensation like chocolate. He’ll be cruel, but he can be just as sweet. And it depends on your preferences, because he’ll do anything for you. Anything for you to stay and anything for experiencing this cuddling session everyday.

But you ponder on the thought. Maybe belonging to someone, a Minotaur, isn’t as bad as you thought it’ll be. Your life may finally have meaning and this Minotaur has brought you more comfort than anyone in your whole 20 rotations around the sun has. And being in his embrace feels nice, your own personal pillow. You don’t mind the hay itching your sensitive skin or the pain in your leg caused by the forming infection, this beast lying before you, holding you like he’s protecting you - he is. You close your eyes, succumbing to sleep, wondering what future you’ll participate in and what delicacy’s may follow.

“Love….you” Soap grunts, leaving a hesitant peck on your cheek before closing his eyes. The depressing sky above, transfiguring into a clear blue one with rainbows and white coloured clouds, coloured by your very presence.

I actually got inspired by another creator who wrote a similar story, but with a König Minotaur. Our stories are of course not similar as I’m not the type to copy someone else’s hard work, but I’ll def link the story if I can find it because it’s so good.

[grinnames]

Godbox AU Chapter 0: The Entity and the 0rigin

It was such a strange feeling. One moment ago, it was so chaotic, so loud. There was a blinding flash that had engulfed him, followed by a split second of white hot pain that swallowed his body before everything became nothing. Now, it was so quiet, so dark, and he felt nothing. What had just happened to him…?

SMG4’s thoughts collected. Before his eyes, darkness spread in every direction. Floating aimlessly around him a random assortment of destroyed objects, all ranging from broken earth, cake, stardust, and bone. He couldn’t feel the ground beneath his feet, and he couldn’t tell up from down.

“Those must be the broken pieces of destroyed universes,” he mused to himself. “Wait a second, DESTROYED UNIVERSES!?”

The revelation came back into his mind. He remembered now. He remembered the overwhelming grief and rage overtaking his soul as SMG0 swallowed Melonie whole. He had grabbed SMG3’s hand, and used anti-memes to create a penetrating blast that went cleanly through the eldritch demon’s head. The sadness within him was so strong that he had forgotten to go mad with power. He was completely in control.

He remembered pulling Melonie out from the bowels of SMG0’s corpse, and making a break for the exit to escape the Godbox.

He frowned. Usually, that meant that they had beaten the bad guy, and that he should be returning home in triumph by now. 

“Oh hey idiot. You’re finally up.”

“AAAAAAAAH WAIT WHAT?!”

SMG4 whirled around, finally noticing SMG3. “Dude! You’re okay!”

SMG3 scoffed. What a tsundere. “As much as I’m disgusted by your concern for me, we have more serious things to worry about right now.”

“Well duh!” said SMG4. “We have to find a way to get back home! We’re still floating in the vacuum of the Great Beyond!”

SMG3’s face froze as he took a second to process what SMG4 just said. “SMG4… DO YOU SERIOUSLY NOT REALIZE WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO US?!” he asked incredulously.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…no?”

SMG3 gave him the biggest “are-you-kidding-me” expression ever, and then his face suddenly fell. He looked… sad? “SMG4… we’re dead.”

“...Eh?” SMG4 couldn’t quite process what he had said. Surely this was just SMG3 pulling a cruel prank?

But SMG3 wasn’t smiling. He actually looked like he might cry. “Look down, man.”

He looked down. He immediately wished he hadn’t looked. There, floating beneath his feet, were two mangled and charred corpses. The one wearing a torn blue shirt and ragged white overalls was missing a chunk of its right side, and most of its limbs were gone, leaving bloody and messy stumps. It had his face, mouth open in an endless silent scream, and one eye missing, leaking bloody tears. 

The other corpse was wearing a dark blue shirt and ruined black overalls. It was missing a lot of the flesh that used to cover its torso, neck and mouth. Its damaged organs were exposed, and the jaw was completely gone. It was also missing most of its limbs.

Finally, he looked at his own hand. It was glistening, almost glowing, and he could see through it. He waved his trembling other hand to it, and it passed right through with no resistance.

“...What went wrong…?” his question breathed out.

“We didn’t escape the Godbox before it was blown up. The lid closed on us suddenly, trapping us all inside.” SMG3 said in a monotone voice. “But if it’s any consolation, before you uh… gained consciousness? I floated around to look for Mario and Melonie. I can’t find their bodies, so I can only hope that they survived.”

“... Welp. Guess I won’t be buried in that giant grave that I bought some time ago, ehehe…”

“You commissioned a fancy grave for yourself?”

SMG4 laughed embarrassedly. “Some strange girl gave me a coupon for it, I think she was the head of the… Sheng Wang Funeral Parlor…? I couldn’t pass up on the deal!”

“Ugggghhhhhhhh, I can’t believe I have to share my afterlife with you!” SMG3 groaned. 

“O h, y o u  w o n ‘ t  h a v e  t o.” whispered a new voice. Despite it only being whispered, the words echoed through the void, and chilled the two SMGs to their very cores.

Multiple red eyes lit up in the darkness, surrounding the two with their stares. A terrifying, looming presence filled the very atmosphere. 

“H-hello?” SMG4 called out into the darkness. “Who’s there?! What do you want with us?”

“Huh… let me guess, are we in hell? Are you the devil?” asked SMG3. Then he smirked, albeit nervously. “Are you here to give me a seat of honor?”

“Oh god I don’t wanna go to helllllllllllll….” moaned SMG4.

“I am the entity that calls itself the END.” 

Silence. 

SMG4 piped up. “Uh-”

“Your friends have destroyed my vessel. Gone, blasted to smithereens. I will miss my old box.”

Their souls ran cold. The thing they were speaking to, the thing that had them at their mercy, was the Godbox. Well, what used to be the Godbox.

“Be not afraid. I will not take my wrath out on you.”

“However, in order to continue my purpose, I need new vessels. Your bodies, despite being made to combat my power, were also perfect conduits of channeling it.”

SMG4 felt his stomach plummet. He and SMG3 really had wielded the power of the anti-memes. It felt so seamless, so natural channeling that wild, untamed force with a clear mind. And now they had caught the attention of the origin of that power.

“You are worthy replacements to that box I once resided in.”

SMG3 suddenly shouted, “Waitwaitwaitwait hold up! You just can’t take our bodies like that! What’s going to happen to us?! What are you going to do with our bodies!? If you’re taking our bodies, we deserve… uhhh… compensation! Y-yeah! You… four-million eyed eldritch freak!”

“What are you doing?!” SMG4 whisper-shouted.

“I’m trying to stall!” SMG3 whispered back. 

“I suppose you have the right to know.”

“Oh it actually worked-”

“Ever since I came into existence, I had one purpose. I corrupt and consume. Soon you will also corrupt and consume. It will be the new purpose of your bodies. Your minds. Your souls.”

In a flash, the two souls were impaled upon jagged crystals of black and red anti-meme energy. SMG4 cried out in shock, and SMG3 hissed in pain.

“Not only will your bodies fuse with my essence, but your souls will be devoured as well. It will be my first meal, to mark my rebirth.”

The jagged, pulsating darkness began to crawl across the very culminations of their beings, gnawing and eating away at their essences. They tried to scream, but what came out instead of their own voices were primal, unnatural howls. 

“I must have perfect vessels. I intend to become you, in body, mind, and soul. And you will become me, in body, mind, and soul.” 

Red strings dragged their writhing, corrupted souls back into their ruined bodies. The entity funneled the rest of itself into every nook and cranny, entering its new home. Black, glitchy flesh began to seal their wounds, and replace what was lost.

“As for your compensation, I will return you two home, safe and sound.” 

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Man I really hope I don't think of something cooler than this later, this origin story took so long to decide on!

Seriously I have five other origins written out and I was spiraling trying to think of the best one-

[subhumanselflover]

hello mar I would like to request a Testament x reader oneshot where the two cuddle on the couch please.

note: hello, coming right up anon! i can very much channel testament into my writing today bc i had a tea party today (well. yesterday as i prepare to actually post this), ehehe :3 also i'm throwing references to testament having a job in this one bc i think it's so funny that they're canonly a construction worker. okay anyway please enjoy!

Testament x Reader, Cuddle-bug.

If there was anything on Testament's mind throughout their day today, it was you. All through their work day, they found themself humming a song that you had showed them a while ago. When you told them that the song had reminded you of them, they fell in love with the rhythm almost as fast as they had fallen in love with you. All they wanted to do was curl up with you in their arms.

So, when the time came that they were able to leave work and come home to you, they quickly made their way to your residence. You had the day off, so you spent a good bit of the day cleaning your space, which left you a tad tired. Keys jingled outside the door, and the sound of the door opening alerted you to Testament's arrival.

As they came to find you, you were swiftly greeted with a gentle embrace and a quick peck on the lips. "Darling of mine, I missed you so." The greeting was so dramatic that it would have sounded insincere from anyone else, but in that loving tone, they truly meant it. You couldn't help but giggle, nonetheless. They had already placed their bags down and slipped their shoes off, and in one of the bags, they had brought home takeout for you both. With knowing that you planned on busying yourself today, they knew that you wouldn't quite feel like cooking tonight, and frankly, neither did they.

"I shall be right back, my dear. Oh, dinner's on the kitchen counter, feel free to eat without me if I take too long," They stated before shuffling off to the bathroom to go take a post-work shower and change into comfortable clothes. You kept yourself occupied as you awaited their return, listening to the flow of water, and the muffled music that they listened to while they showered.

Coming back to the living room in a much more comfortable, yet still elegant-looking outfit, they were surprised to see you hadn't eaten yet. "Dearest, you didn't have to wait for me," They almost seemed to pout as they said this, and it was a little cute to you. A piece of evidence that someone who was once so cold had become so warm. You shrugged, and supposed aloud that you were fine to wait, as long as it was for them.

You ate at the kitchen table, chatting, sharing a meal, taking pieces of each other's meals of choice, talking about each other's days. It was domestic, comfortable..

And now that you both found yourselves comfortably full, you were curled up on the couch together. It had been their turn to pick a movie to watch, so here you were, criticizing a B-movie together. But as the movie's mediocrity proved itself, they wanted to pay more attention to you. The two of you had already been curled up together, with you sitting on Testament's lap, held gently in their arms, their nails tapping against your skin every so often.

Shifting themselves carefully, they pulled you closer, their carefully toned arms wrapped around your waist. Warmth radiated between the two of you, as the movie you were watching slowly turned into a droning sort of background noise. Their was an undeniable calm in this moment, a comfortable silence taking over between you two. There were no words, but there didn’t need to be.

Holding you close to them, Testament moved a hand to run their fingers through your hair, lightly scratching over your scalp. Stopping for a moment, they cupped your face and held it. With not much of a choice, you looked at them, making a curious noise, wondering what this was for.

“You are so, so very precious to me. I love you,” Their tone was laced with genuine affection as they held your face. Leaning in, they gave you a loving little kiss, then patted the side of your face, before pulling you to their chest. You couldn’t help but feel lucky as you shared their warmth, and shared this space with them.

[psiioniicarts]

im so sorry if i was spamming you with likes i ADORE your art and concepts holy shit. and also sorry if i missed a post that explains these, but was dave aware of the exact ways mark died / of cesar's existence AND ALSO how does catalyst-presto play out in this au? either way you dont have to answer if you dont want but YOUR ART IS SICK AS FUCK AND YOU SHOULD KNOW IT!! KUDOS!! 💜💜💜

OH HEY! I remember you, I remember the comments you left in the tags of my first two TMC pieces: The Diner and The Call! Hiiii it's so nice to see you again, I have your comments saved because they make me really happy :D

As for your question about Dave with Mark and Cesar, I will say that Dave had semi-regular contact with Mark after he was born in 1974. He visited the Heathcliff house and adored his nephew, all the way up to the 1980s. When he moved out, Mark's mother (Jane) stopped attending church (for unrelated reasons), and Dave decided to keep taking Mark (a young child at this point), meeting Gabriel at this time (who was the church's new pastor).

In December 1984, something happened that caused a HUGE fight between Dave and Jane, and after that Jane basically told Dave to never come near her or her family again. That's the last time Dave ever saw Mark, and he never got to even see Sarah (though he knows she exists). Starting in 1992, Mark went behind his mom's back and secretly established communication with Dave, planning to officially reunite with him after he was 18 and she couldn't forbid him from seeing his uncle. It's in these emails that Dave learns Mark has a friend, though he never learns Cesar's name.

How Dave finds out about Mark's essentially proceeds like in this comic, with Thatcher (a close friend of Dave) coming to tell him the night of. From then on, he stopped attending church services altogether (he used to occasionally go on weekdays, not Sundays). He also dedicates all his time to finding out what exactly happened to the nephew he loved so much...

(as for catalyst-presto...I haven't gotten that far yet, ehehe. I think once I can smooth things over in Volume 1 to how I like it, then I can establish a timeline for Volume 2 and beyond...)

[tobifuyu]

Snowflakes In My Stomach When We’re Kissin’

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

cw: nsfw, mdni, smut, fwb to lovers, oral (male reciving), tiny bit of angsty themes with happy ending, sappy fic, ran being a simp as always to feed my “he’s a self-centered bitch until he finds the one” agenda.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: surprise… i’m back with a christmas present! this is the first fic in a three pieces installment, which can all be read as standalone but come from the same universe and evolve in the span of three different christmases. in case you didn’t know, in japan christmas is a holiday in which people spend time with their partners because they reserve new year’s for family (not only i’ve seen it in a whole lot of shoujo anime but i’ve asked my japanese coworkers to confirm eheh). it’s also customary to eat cake! ;)

“Though you said you just wanted to get a coffee.”

The only thing peeking from the red scarf is the tip of his nose, flushed with the same color of the fabric that’s wrapped around his neck. You imagine his lips curved in a smirk under it.

When he came to pick you up earlier this morning, you thought he made a bold choice pairing the red garment with the unusual color of his hair. Up until then, you always believed red and purple would clash.

But Ran made it work, somehow. Like most things in his life, he did it with a confidence that made you question your world and how you view it even if for just a second.

“Well, that we did,” He shakes his hand, his long fingers easily supporting the weight of the full cup. You can see the steam rise from it and wonder if he’s not drinking it because he’s scared to burn his tongue or because he’s not ready to go home yet.

The two of you are currently walking around Shiba Park, not too far from Roppongi Hills. The peak of Tokyo Tower is hidden in plain sight behind the trees, stripped naked by the season, and adorned by strings of fairy lights.

In daylight they look clear, void of color, and empty, they come alive at night. Just like we both do, thinks Ran.

Ran does like winter. He believes winter poses more opportunities to forgo going out and staying in bed. He loves to gaze out of his apartment’s window and spot rain pit patting against the glass, watching the water droplets leave streaks behind as he lets himself get lulled back to sleep.

He also likes that he can layer more clothes, the more the merrier, he says, it’s easier to style it. You would agree, because he looks particularly elegant with his long black coat, left unbuttoned to glimpse at the nice sweater under it. The sight of his tightly clad body alone ignites a fire inside of you, one that is meek but insistent, and will soon start to burn you inside out.

What Ran doesn’t like it’s the cold. The wind is not fair against his pale skin, it leaves it red and stinging, much like his heart when he wakes up after a night together and doesn’t find you there. He does not like the cold, the cold of the sheets around him when you’ve left hours before.

He would like to pretend he’s clueless as to why, the same way you’re staring at him now, but he knows the reason behind it.

“Are you gonna tell me why we’re wandering around without a destination in freezing weather?

“Can’t you just live a little?”

You scoff at his words, taking another sip out of your hot chocolate to bite back an insult. He’s already testing your patience, and you have very little of it left today of all days.

“We should go eat some cake, I’d love an excuse to grab a Mont Blanc for later at that bakery by your apartment. Y’know I like it there.”

Cake. You don’t like cake, and you don’t like what eating cake with him would mean today of all days.

“Why do you have to make everything so complicated, Ran?” You sigh, head shaking in disappointment.

When you decided to start this with Ran, it was because you believed the man to be on the same wavelength as you. Ran had seemed like someone who knew what he wanted, and you had been sure that was not you.

He had promised that would stay the case. Your heart could not afford to be cared for by somebody.

When you look at him this time, you don’t notice how the wind is whipping the skin of his high cheeks red because his scarf is now covering everything but the lidded eyes staring at you.

At this rate Ran might end up hating winter: you seem to get colder with the season. He doesn’t think he would pick sleeping in over you, so if he could, he would like for summer to last all year long.

He’d like for you to cling to him even when the temperature is so high you can barely breathe in your cramped room, sweat sticking to both your skin and his, like your very first night together.

Because where the holidays bring glee to most, to you they’re a reminder of times that are long gone. A childhood spent decorating the tree and wishing for the perfect Christmas gift, now turned into a life of solitude. Your fast-paced job and lonely apartment away from home don’t leave space for the frivolity of Christmas.

“Didn’t wanna leave you alone,” he speaks so clearly of his intentions you almost feel shame, “Did ya think I would’ve left you bask in your gloominess, today? ‘M not that bad of an ass.”

You don’t think Ran owns you anything. He shouldn’t be picking up the pieces of you that other people left scattered and putting them back together as if it were a kids’ puzzle.

Ran knows you don’t really have anyone, he thinks he’s much like you, and would be just as bitter if he didn’t have his brother.

“You left Rin by himself?”

You hear his muffled laughter, “‘course not. Haruchiyo’s there. Y’know how they are.”

Yes. In love, you suppose. And you wonder if Ran thinks that is what it is. And what is it between you two?

You can feel his body warmth as he gravitates closer to you, “‘M cold,” is his excuse when his now ungloved hand catches yours. He intertwines your fingers, brushing the back of your hand with his thumb, before hiding them away in his coat pocket.

Gotta warm your cold heart up, he thinks.

“Saving you from this freezing weather,” is what he says out loud.

But you know it’s because the movement brings you closer, he pulls you so you’re now shoulder to shoulder, and you’re not strong enough to keep your head from falling on his. As if you were fresh snow in the sun, you melt in his presence.

“Let’s go get cake,” your voice is but a soft whisper, running past him like the breeze through the dying leaves, the wind finally settling down.

And that’s how he ends up in your apartment. Sounds of wet skin slapping against one another fill the void as he buries himself deep inside of you.

The sweet pastries Ran bought long forgotten over your kitchen counter, as he’d much rather taste the honeyed nectar spilling from between your thighs.

He’s grabbing at them now, the hold on your flesh sure to leave marks behind as he folds your legs so that he can loop his arms under your knees, keeping you spread open for him.

Big body caging you under his warmth with his forehead pressed against yours, and open mouths a breath away from the other, sharing sounds of pleasure without ever meeting in the middle.

It had been a tantalizing dance when you first started sleeping together. Like most people in your situation, you had both concluded that it would be best if you refrained from kissing. Deeming it too intimate.

Ran had caved after the third time you ended up in his bed, lips too needy to be kept from yours. He had let out a soft plead before you met him in the middle.

From then on you made it your mission to never kiss him outside of your bedroom activities, too scared of the power his kisses held over you. He and his annoying self had taken it as a challenge, always on the edge of his seat waiting to see who’d kiss the other first.

“Oh fuck this,” Ran groans before giving in.

You catch sight of his eyelids fluttering shut, hiding that violet color that you love so much, and your lips lock in a kiss that takes your breath as much as the hips still snapping against yours.

The coarse patch of hair on his navel repeatedly brushes against your puffed-up clit, making your hips jump up to chase the friction. The man is shamelessly shallowing your moans and caressing your tongue with his, teeth closing around your bottom lip when you go to pull away.

“Ngh, you taste like cake.”

Ran had snuck a bite of one of the pieces the moment he stepped out of the bakery, and the sweet taste on his tongue was, in your opinion, way better than the real deal.

His hand grasps your chin with firmness, the tips of his fingers squeezing your cheeks and making your blushed lips pucker up.

“So you do like cake, mh?”

“No, I don-“ Ran squeezes harder, and your mouth parts. A glob of spit falls on your tongue, one that you shallow under his scrutinizing gaze.

The moan that he lets out at that reverberates through your chest as he bends so close your bodies are now completely pressed against one another, sharing body heat.

This is what sex with Ran is, a concoction of rough touches and fucking that turn soft and slow when you least expect it. He likes to tease and surprise you, stealing the prettiest sounds from your lips and making them his. Making you his.

“Y’don’t like cake, s’okay. I know you like me,” one of his hands teasingly pinches your right nipple, respective eye closing in a wink.

You like that he makes sex fun, cracking jokes as if his cock weren’t pumping inside of you. You like it, you like him, but you can’t have him know that.

“That’s not-“ he interrupts you once again, this time with the snapping of his hips. He starts fucking you like he means it. Calculated thrusts hitting against the sweet spot only he knows how to find.

Ran is on his knees now, hands firmly planted on your raised hips, guiding you back and forth over his length.

“Fuck! Ran, fuck that feels good- so good-“

Slurred words leave your panting mouth as your hands hold onto the pillow behind your head for dear life, back arched and chest exposed to the greedy eyes that are raking over your body. From your perked-up nipples, begging to be played with, to the way your cunt is stretching around his cock.

“Don’t have enough hands for the things I wanna do to you,” Nonetheless, he repositions his right one so that it’s splayed over your navel, thumb reaching down to rub tight circles on your slicked clit.

“Fuckin’ cunt squeezing me so good,” moans spill from your mouth at his words, his voice is strained but maintains that hint of icy superiority and poise that is characteristic of Ran.

The way your hole flutters around him is maddening, Ran can feel your walls clenching against his length so perfectly. He can feel everything.

As a matter of fact, so do you. No matter how dumb he fucks you, you can’t ever miss out on the sweet feeling of his bare skin caressing your wet cunt. The squelching sounds are filling the air around you, making your cheeks heat up and your head lull to the side, trying to avoid his eyes in shame.

Half face buried in the pillow, you beg for him, “Ran, please, please. I need to cum so bad.”

His thrusts slow down, thumb stilling over your clit, and you hear him hum, pensive.

“Maybe if you looked at me, pretty, I might think about letting you.”

Gathering your remaining strength, you open your eyes to the sight of his glorious body above yours.

The wetness of his skin shines under the light of the outside street lamp, peeking in from the window, full body tattoo so enchanting, you watch it move and bend over his rising chest.

With violet eyes fixed on yours, he stands tall, unreachable.

The purple strands that fall from his gelled-back hairstyle are the only giveaway that he’s not so perfect and pristine after all, but he still looks like a god in your devoted eyes.

“Ran,” you call his name so softly he tumbles from the skies right to you.

His body bends to lay over yours, weight supported by his arms at your sides. With a snap of his hips, he breaks the longing stare you’re both sharing, mushroom tip hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh my god, that feels so-“ “I know, baby, s’okay.” One of his hands caresses over your head, before stopping at your neck and closing around your windpipe. The pressure of his touch against your feverish skin is delicious.

Your nails are now creating indents in the flesh of his arms. You want more, you need him to break you.

Ran can’t stop thrusting, pounding, burying himself inside of you to the hilt. He’s never wanted to be this close to someone before, never needed their warmth as he does yours.

He stops you before you can reach your clit with your fingers and, wanting to be the one to take you over the edge, he uses his free hand to rub over it vehemently.

“Coming, I’m coming,” are the rushed words that fall from your lips before you hit your peak. Wanton moans are gracing Ran’s ears, making his balls strain from holding back, but he wants you to bask in the glow of your orgasm before he reaches his.

“Doin’ so well fo’ me, look at this pretty pussy. Gushing all over my cock.” He looks down as he says this, watching how good he’s splitting you open, his cock coming out of you covered with the white sheen of your arousal, then plunging back in.

Your spent body is overstimulated, twitching in his hold as if trying to run away from the pleasure.

“You’re the only one, baby.” Ran lets slip, the sight of you in your most vulnerable state makes him just as weak, “S’all yours, so take it.” And he means it, you’re the only one.

Before you, life used to be in black and white. Ran had tried everything to paint it some other color, from violence to sex, but nothing ever came close to holding you in his arms.

Color is always all around him, but Ran’s devoid of it until you touch him.

You pull him down to you at the confession, arms wrapped around his neck, chests pressed against one another, hard nipples tickling the soft skin.

The pace suddenly turns slow, and you wonder if Ran does not care about coming anymore. His focus is on you, and you’re staring back at him with just as much affection.

“Let me take care of you,” it’s what you suggest once you’ve come down from your high, fingers pressing against his shoulders to have him lay back in the sheets. Short hair sprawled over the white pillow like a halo behind his troubled head.

Both of your thighs are circling his hips, too scared to have Ran pull out, and be prevailed by that sense of emptiness and cold that comes from being away from him.

Fighting a whirlpool of emotions, you feel the need to silence your mind with his lips on yours. The clashing of your noses does nothing to stop you from kissing each other passionately.

The blame should be on Ran for making you fall for him and gifting you a brand new reason to celebrate Christmas, but you should’ve known better when he walked into your life with that snarky smirk that makes you sigh just thinking about it. You bite his lip in retaliation.

The feeling of Ran’s hands traveling over your skin and sinking with his strong grip on the flesh of your hips is what makes you separate your two halves, pussy clenching around the length that has been filling you up so perfectly. The need to make him feel just as good swells up on the inside.

“Fuck, please,” A choked whisper, falling from the pearlescent of his lips, wet with your love, blood pouring out of the bitten skin.

Purple and red do look good together, you think.

Your hands are warm, trailing up his stomach like the ink on his skin. He feels as if you’re moving too fast, scared he might blink and lose the moment, and at the same time too slow for his liking. He’s begging and he doesn’t know what he’s begging for. But you do.

Ran’s hands tighten around the bedsheets. He wants to touch everywhere you’ve been, wants to get stained in you. Like fresh paint that sticks on skin, he’s now colored in your shades.

Wet kisses are being left on the top of his shaft. Ran’s right hand finds your hair, waving his fingers between the loose strands to uncover the sight of your pretty face.

Lidded eyes are watching you glide your tongue down his hardness, caressing the bluish veins running across its sides, tasting yourself on it.

When your lips wrap around his sensitive tip you have to hold down his hips with both hands.

The peace you set is slow, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. His girth stretches your lips and he thumbs the lower one as you look up at him with tears forming at your lashline.

“Mouth feels like fucking heaven, angel.”

Ran can barely contain himself, dangling from the edge, his balls heavy with his release.

When your nose is buried in the hair at the base of his cock, you know you’ve successfully taken him whole. A huge accomplishment on your part, considering how blessed he is.

With your throat clenching around him, it doesn’t take long to feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Yeah, pretty girl, just like that. Make me cum, fuck!”

Bobbing your head at his request, you’re hasty in sucking your checks around his length, letting him come on the back of your tongue with languid moans that contain your name.

No need for him to ask, you’re one step ahead by swallowing his semen, making a show of it before leaving a wet kiss on his tip, to collect the white drop that was spilling over.

“Better than any cake.”

Booming laughter fills the space around you as you scoot closer to his tired body, laying on his naked frame and stealing all his warmth.

“I do like you.”

“I know,” Ran looks down at you, left check cutely smushed against his pecs, “Let’s spend New Year’s together.”

The faint movement of your hair brushing his skin tells him you’re agreeing, “And what about… next year?”

“Let’s spend them all together.”

You’re warm in his hold, and he figures the fairy lights might’ve come on in the park.

Ran thinks back to the rest of the untouched cake on your kitchen counter and is happy enough that the two of you have exchanged Christmas gifts in your own special way.

After all, he took away the cold, and you’ve brightened up his life.

That’s more of what you could’ve wished for.

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Okay, okay hear me out.

This is an idea me and onesies thought of..

So you can go where ever direction you want with this prompt

But I give you

Shadow milk with hypnotism

Anon how does it feel to have the biggest brain I've ever seen?/pos

Requested Prompts #3 - 💓

You had gotten separated from your friends when the beast had escaped, the blast of energy knocking you a decent way out of the fairy kingdom and into Beast Yeast... Thank God that White Lily Cookie had managed to seal up the rift before the other four could get out beforehand. One gigantic cookie to fight against was enough after all. It was rather unfortunate that you got blasted into a rather dark part of the forest, you felt like there were eyes watching your every single movement. You wandered around, a chill seeping into your dough as you remembered Shadow Milk Cookie's words before you all got blasted away... " Ready or not, here I come! Ehe he he ha ha hah~!" Was this all like a game to the giant beast? The thought terrified you, you should hide, and quick. So you looked around for a hiding place, any kind would be good so long as it was a good one. Was it just you, or could you hear his laughter echoing through the trees? it was totally just you, right? Apparently the universe loves to prove you wrong, seeing as two giant cookie hands slam down onto the ground at both your sides as a humongous shadow is cast over you. " Peek-a-boo~ I see you~!" You could hear Shadow Milk Cookie almost mockingly coo as you turned around and fell on your backside out of fear. How'd he find you so quickly?! " Oh my dear, there's no need to be scared!" He chuckled, scooping you up in one giant hand. If there was a chance you could escape unscathed before, then it was certainly gone by now. " After all, you've got me here!" " Wh-what do you want from me?!" You stammer out, voice catching in your throat one he stared down at you with those absolutely humongous heterochromatic blue eyes of his. You felt like a new piece of candy in a candy store being examined by at kid to determine if it's worth eating or not. The overgrown jester sighed, putting a hand to his head in an exasperated manner. " Oh, woe is me! The rare moment I find kindness in my heart to bestow upon another cookie, they be ever so rude about it!" He dramatically sulked, you almost felt bad for the guy... almost. " But! Such a small little treat like you shouldn't be wandering the forests of Beast-Yeast alone! No no no no no! That wouldn't do at all!" He proclaimed, suddenly a lot more cheerful that it almost gave your emotional whiplash. With his other hand, he tilted your head up so you'd be staring right into his vibrant gaze. Was it just you, or were his eyes swirling? " So just trust in me alone, and I'll get you somewhere safe~" You can feel something worming it's way into your head. Why shouldn't you trust Shadow Milk Cookie? Maybe he's just a huge softie under all that malice and mischief. No, no, he definitely tried to crumble your friends earlier. But he's so strong, and you're just a weak little cookie who can barely fight off the monsters of Beast-Yeast on their own- Wait. " Gah! No! Get out.... of my head!" You squirmed away from his grasp, shutting your eyes as you buried your face into his hand. You refused to be mind controlled by this... this giant clown! You could hear him laughing again, a sound that haunted your ears as you felt him tenderly stroke your back in a way that made your shiver. " Eheh he heh~ It's really cute when you try to resist," He purred, flipping you onto your back with a simple maneuver. Then, to your absolute shock, he lent down and kissed your forehead...? " I like you, Reader Cookie!" He chirped. What.... what even was that?! He kissed you!? That- what- That's certainly not a normal thing to happen! Your guard had been lowered into the ground and buried, allowing Shadow Milk Cookie to worm his way into your mind without any issues whatsoever. Your vision felt hazy, what were you doing again? Oh, right, staring into Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes... They really were pretty eyes, so many pretty shades of blue swirling around in them. But before that? ... Does it really matter? Shadow Milk laughed from above, his voice echoing all around the forest.

" There we go~! That wasn't so hard now, wasn't it Little Star?" He cooed, stroking your face gently with his hand. It was an almost tender motion, you weren't really sure what to make of it. " Now, why don't we go and find your friends? I'm sure that they're dying to reunite with you!" You slowly nodded, right, your friends… Your friends? You… don't quite remember their faces, but it'll come to you eventually… you hope. " Eheh he he he he~! One down, five to go~" Shadow milk cackled to himself as he began walking through the forests of Beast-Yeast with you in hand.

[sonic-takeover]

D'aww I bet the new couple can hardly wait for the evening when they can go back to their room and do their skin care stuff and just relax together. Maybe I'm just old but I'd be so tired after that emotional rollercoaster. 🥰🤣

You don't have to age to be exhausted by that fiasco. Some down time sounds nice. Sonic?

Yes please. *He drags Shadow into the house and through the group waiting for them. Everyone starts clapping*

Woohoo! Go Sonic and Shadow!!

Congratulations, you two!!

I knew it wouldn't take much longer, hmhmhm~

Yay for gay hedgehogs!!

Uh- wow. I.. didn't expect a party, eheh.. *they made a paper sign while the boys were outside. It reads, "Congrats on gay." They ran out of room for anything else. There's a partially eaten ice cream cake on the table* aww.. guys, this is really sweet..

Is it..?

Kiss!

Wha-

KISS KISS KISS KISS

*Shadow moves a bit behind Sonic, overwhelmed by all the eyes on them. Sonic smiles and pulls him to the stairs*

Heh, okay okay. Maybe later. Right now, we're both wiped from going super and being all emotional, so uh... We'll be down for dinner? It's nap time.

Oh.. okay! We're happy for you two! Sleep well!

*everyone waves as Sonic and Shadow flee to their bedroom. Sonic shuts the door and flops onto the bed, sighing* Ooohhhhhh jeez.. did you think they'd do a welcome party?

No. *Shadow sits next to him, letting out the breath he was holding in* .... I'm glad this is all over. Now we can go back to normal. Just... Without the weird tension.

Mhm~ *Sonic pulls him down to lay next to him* Now we have non-weird tension~

Ha ha. I'm too tired to flirt. Can we just.. I dunno...

.... Wanna.. do face masks?

*Shadow looks over at him, feeling his heart melt a little* .... Absolutely I do.

*Sonic grins and kisses his nose, then runs downstairs to get Shadow's skincare stuff. He's back within a second. He sits on the bed and looks through everything while Shadow scoots over to him* ...which... One is the good one?

These are all different products.

............so... Which one ...?

*Shadow sighs and picks up one of the jars* this one. But we just did this clay mask recently, and I don't plan on irritating my skin, so.. how about one of these? *He goes to the bathroom and comes back with gel sheet masks*

Oooh~ gimme. *Sonic tears one of them open and tries his best to figure out the two pieces of floppy plastic* .... Uh?

*Shadow silently shows him how, putting his mask on himself. He watches as Sonic copies him* ..heh.. you can do it.

It's cold..

I have a tiny fridge for them in the bathroom. *He grabs the remote and hands it to Sonic, then curls up against his chest, closing his eyes* pick something that isn't annoying.

*Sonic smiles and kisses his head* Hah.. As you wish..

[thesagesjournal]

[Log-in story] Springtime Sonatina And The Rite Of Evening Flowers ②

Appearing characters: Nero, Bradley, Chloe

Nero: Get yer ass back here, now! How many times do I gotta tell ya not to pilfer food!?

Bradley: Come on, we do this dance every time an' ya always let me get away with it, ya know it.

Nero: Say that again an' yer dead meat!

Chloe: Oh, great! I was just looking for you two…

Chloe: ...Um, were these knives always stuck in the wall?

Nero: Shi…

Nero: I mean… Heyyy, what's up, Chloe? Yeah, uh, don' mind that, my hand jus’ slipped.

Chloe: Are you two all right? You're not hurt, are you?

Bradley: We’re doin’ just fine, but what aboutcha? Need us for somethin’?

Chloe: I do, actually… I was wondering if you would let me design matching outfits for you two!

Bradley & Nero: …Say what?

Bradley & Nero: …Matchin’ outfits? …For us?

Chloe: Yep! I'm sure you already know about Rutile and Faust's little outing.

Bradley: The Sage, the old fart who’s still breathin’ and the pipe smoker is with 'em too, yeah?

Chloe: Mhm, and I made their fits this time around. When I presented them with the finished product, both had very different reactions which was super fun to see! And that got me thinking…

Chloe: Maybe the clothes I make actually have the power to bring people closer together!

Nero: ...Can't say I'm surprised to hear that from ya.

Chloe: Ehehe, that’s why I just had to come find you two!

Chloe: When I saw you guys running down the hall, it struck me how much like night and day you are, just like Rutile and Faust.

Chloe: Born and raised in the North and East respectively has shaped you into very different people.

Bradley: Heh... Ya could say that.

Chloe: So I thought, "Hey, wearing matching outfits could be a great way to bridge the gap between them", or something...

Chloe: ...S-Sorry! I've been babbling on and on, you must think this sounds stupid...

Nero: No, no, we appreciate the thought, fer real. Yer not the problem, we are...

Nero: You got anythin' to add, Brad..ley?

Bradley: ...Listen up, Lil' Tailor.

Bradley: Yer askin' a lot of us 'ere, ya know that, right?

Chloe: ...I do, and you're right, you can forget it...

Bradley: I ain' finished sayin' my piece. If yer gonna talk big, ya gotta act the part too. Hit us with yer best shot, nothin' more an' nothin' less.

Bradley: If yer up to standard, we'll take ya up on that offer. Deal?

Chloe: ...Deal! Thank you so, so much, Bradley!

Chloe: You do have a point, I can't expect you to agree just ‘cause I said 'pretty please'. I'll get to brainstorming right away!

Chloe: First, we need a theme! Something cool and flashy that’s gonna have you dying to put it on!

Bradley: That's right, show us what yer made of.

Chloe: I will! Phe~w, now I'm all fired up!

Nero: ...

Nero: What did I get myself into… I jus’ hope no one in the manor thinks too deeply ‘bout this.

Bradley: Heh, our rep’s in his hands now. Whether it matches my style is up to me to decide, though.

Bradley: All I’m sayin’ is that if someone wants to show the world how ya inspire ‘em, ya should let ‘em.

Nero: Oh don’t wax poetic on me now…

Bradley: If yer done ‘ere, I’m gonna bounce. One old fart less to worry ‘bout means it’s time to go to town!

Bradley: Gah! Put the damn knives away already!

Nero: We still gotta settle the score from earlier so don’ even think of walkin’ away scot-free

Bradley: Yeesh, yer so spiteful, but you’ve always been like that, eh?

Nero: Oi! Get back here! Jus’ wait ‘till I get my hands on you, ya fucker!

[maentisiw]

something I did for an italian studio ghibli contest back in december 🧃

(didn’t win eheh, but I did have fun with these two pieces!! might share the final versions later on 🎠)

[milkymora]

✧ yuma mukami - headcanons ✧

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note: happy birthday to my favorite diaboy ever!!! 🎂🎉 i love him so much, he was my first ever comfort character ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) all headcanons are SFW! credit of the pictures used to the respective owners on pinterest.

ꞝ his childhood.

he was such a troublemaker at school. he was super active and needed to constantly move around, which he did, and would always get scolded for that. he also had no problem talking back at any teacher.

he didn’t really have many toys, and actually enjoyed playing outside with other kids way more, he was very social. he loved ball games, dodgeball & football especially!

an animal lover. his heart melts for dogs, big ones especially. he probably had one or two growing up in his village, to help with the hunt.

ꞝ his appearance.

very muscled. he doesn’t work out, but his constant working on the garden, lifting heavy stuff and employing machineries all the time got him to build a lot of muscle mass. mostly on his upper body, his biceps are huge.

has freckles. his skin tone is pretty tanned, he stays out most of the day and therefore tans a lot, which tends to hide them, but during winter season they’re visible all over his body, especially on his face.

his teeth are crooked. since after his milk teeth fell, the new ones grew out crooked both on the upper and bottom part. he always had them that way and doesn’t really care much, although kou teases him often, calling him “shark teeth”.

ꞝ his likes.

he loves bonsai trees. he has a little collection of several pieces into his room and treats them like his children. whoever touches them is dead.

we all know he has a sweet tooth. he enjoys sugar in all of its forms, from sugar cubes to cakes, cookies, muffins and every sweet or candy existing. he can’t resist a dark chocolate bar, or a blueberry muffin.

likes tattoos. a very, mery lot. the big ones that cover completely one’s arm or leg, yeah, that’s his style. even more if they represent animals or tribals.

ꞝ his dislikes.

candles. he despises their smell, it makes him nauseous so quickly. he’s always bickering with ruki for that, since ruki enjoys them quite a lot.

reading. due to his dyslexia, he has problems reading correctly and therefore avoids it as much as he can, it’s one of his biggest insecurities.

it may sounds weird, but he doesn’t like music. he doesn’t really listen to it, never. any genre at all. it’s not like he hates it, but there’s no genre that appeals him.

ꞝ additional curiosities!

he fancies chubby people. he finds them to be very pretty and loves the feeling of squishy skin, it’s so nice to bite and, honestly, it attracts him a lot.

drinks tea religiously. he prefers it over coffee, which has a bitter taste to him (yeah, even with 5 teaspoons of sugar) and often drinks all kinds of teas. camomiles, green tea. it helps him sleep better.

he pouts when he’s mad. he isn’t even aware of it. he’ll be staring in the distance with the biggest, most serious pout one might see.

and that was it! gosh, it was fun writing these, it’s been so much since i last posted about dl. also!! @cyrilvows i don’t know if you’re interested in yuma’s hdcs, but i’m gonna tag you anyway 🌝 eheh, ty for reading, reblogs are super appreciated!

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