#:3c hope u like it

[mixmioart]

*fax machine noises* what if we were both vampires and had to drink blood and we were sorta weird about it but in different ways

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~Some closeups~

[diamondsheep]

Them <3 !!

[teem-boo]

My gift for @glitchfinch of a secret santa @rebelband organized!!!!

Krusie being cuties ;3c

[yaoiepisode]

Draw me some Tweek x Craig pwetty please

south parks most yaoiful couple celebrate their first valentines day <3 look at tweek. look at him. he deserves to win cmonnnn

[faerune]

patience;

[read on ao3]

pairing: gale dekarios x f!tav [triss montadras]

summary: for kinktober day eight: cockwarming

warning: smut

“Are you coming to bed, my love? Bills and letters can wait till the morrow but everyone needs some well deserved rest. Particularly you.”

Triss found it difficult to pull her eyes away from the letter she was inking but the image of Gale was quite the reward. He stood in the doorway to her office in his sleeping robes, hair mussed and brown eyes deep with dreams. The glow of her lamp complimented his features, cutting swathes of shadow across his handsome face and rendering his eyes dark.

Her brows furrowed, turning to look at the grandfather clock sitting in the corner of her office. Gods, had she truly been sitting at this desk for that long? The sun would be rising in just a few hours. Triss rubbed at her tired eyes and turned back to Gale who leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded, watching her come back into time.

“I’m sorry, darling. I must have lost track of the time.”

“It’s quite alright,” Gale hummed, wandering over to place his large, warm hands on her shoulders. The touch felt delightful through her thin linen shirt and Triss leaned back into his body. With talented hands he started to work at the tense muscles of her shoulders. She turned her head just so to brush her lips over his thumb. 

“I will say, it’s a wonder to watch you work.”

Triss recognized that cheeky tone in his voice and smirked to herself. 

“I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?”

In the past few months, things had been so busy. Between planning their trip to Waterdeep, the Crooked Crow’s ownership officially passing into her hands, and every other person in this city tugging at them for help with this and that…

“No, never,” Gale insisted quickly with a scoff and she felt him deliver a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. “I’ve been enjoying being a kept man while you toil away the hours believe it or not. It leaves time for my other pursuits.”

Triss doesn’t mention that Gale’s other pursuits are the same things that he used to pad his family’s already overflowing coffers. He had been tossing back and forth the idea of writing a theoretical book on the Crown of Karsus for weeks now.

“Though, I won’t lie that our bed has felt quite empty without you.”

Triss giggled, pressing her cheek to the back of his hand. 

“It’s alright to say you want me, Gale,” Triss hummed knowingly. Triss could almost see Gale’s fluster in her mind’s eye.

Triss was standing before he could find his words again, pulling her chair out slightly and looking at him with darkening eyes.

“Sit,” she told him, a command disguised as a sweet offer. Triss did that so well.

Gale’s eyes narrowed as he studied her face, the delightful wrinkles at the corners of his eyes nearly driving her to kiss him and take him right there. Despite her thrill, she tamped down her desires in favor of a more elaborate plan.

“What exactly are you scheming in that lovely mind of yours?” Gale asked, a smirk finally crossing his handsome features.

“You will see,” Triss said slowly, taking his hand and guiding him around the chair. She pressed him down into the seat. “Sit.”

Gale settled, his eyes glued to her every movement, intoxicated. 

Triss smiled wickedly at him, slipping her fingers down to begin undoing the buttons on her trousers. 

Gale let out a little breathless laugh, caught between watching her nimble hands or her face. He shifted, clearly pleased at this turn of events. Her heart hammered a beat in her ribs, thrilled by his eager obedience. 

Gale gasped softly when she reached down to part the silk of his robes, his needy eyes glued to her face. Waiting, anticipating, craving.

Instead of touching him, Triss pulled down the band of his small clothes just enough to reveal his cock, her knuckles dragging over his thighs as she did so. The only touch she would give him right now.

Triss paused a moment to drink him in. She loved his cock, the soft tufts of brown hair it rested in making way to his fuzzy belly, covered by parted blue silk. He was already half-hard, weeping ever so slightly at the tip. Just at the slightest chance of having her. Gale was of a modest length but his girth was impressive enough to make her squirm when he was inside her. Not to mention how well he could use it. That and his fingers. 

And his tongue…

“I’m going to finish my work…,” Triss hummed, resisting the urge to sink down onto her knees in front of him. She slipped easily between his legs, running her hands through his hair. He pushed into her touch, pretty eyes fluttering shut at the lightest tug of her fingers in his locks. Just as suddenly he had her touch, did she turn her back to him, assured that he would have the best view. 

Triss slipped her pants down just enough, Gale’s hands already skimming up her thighs to find a home at the curve of her hips. A hand to steady him, a sharp intake of breath behind her, and Triss sank onto him.

“And you’re going to sit right here.”

Gale groaned, loud and wanting, pressing his forehead into the back of her shoulders.

“Triss,” he whined softly, hands tensing on her hips. “Oh, my love, you feel-”

Gale bucked his hips instinctively. 

Triss reached back and tugged at his hair.

“Do not move,” Triss commanded, trying to disguise her breathlessness with a chiding sigh.

Gale whined, pitiful and sweet against the skin of her neck, but stilled his hips. His hands held so tight to her waist she thought it may bruise. Triss wriggled and shifted to get comfortable, ignoring the way it knocked the breath from her own lungs. Her heart racing, her wetness starting to drip down his cock. Her fingers were unsteady, trying to ignore the soft whimpers and huffs of Gale behind her. He had stilled in the refuge of her neck, thighs quivering in effort to stay still.

Triss had forgotten what exactly she had been writing and skimmed over the words already written. 

Mind over matter, she reminded herself. But oh, how she did love those sounds he was making.

Slowly, painstakingly Triss worked. Dipped the quill into ink, tracing each letter of her words meticulously onto the parchment. When Triss found herself again she began to squeeze herself around him on occasion, sending him into another series of slow, ragged breaths and little whines. Sweet man, trying to breathe through his desire. Gale wanted to be good for her so badly it made her throat tighten and her cunt ache.

He grew harder inside her, moment by moment.

When Gale gave up his practiced breathing, he instead busied himself worshipping at her neck, the tip of her ear. When he grazed his lips over the point, she nearly lost all her considerable willpower. 

Just nearly. 

Then, he switched to the other side of her neck, her head tilting in allowance. Triss made a show of ignoring him, of not making a sound. She twisted her hips on occasion, pressed them back into him, fluttered again and again around his cock. But she did not make a sound, not even a huff of breath escaped her lips.

All the while, Gale whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Not in effort to make her break but in praise, in askance.

“I would do whatever you asked if I could just live just like this, inside you,” he breathed against her ear. “You are perfect. I could drown in you.”

Gale knew how to drive her wild. Often, on purpose but in other moments, like this, just by being him. 

By the time Triss finished her letter, Gale was trembling ever so slightly though he had settled his arms around her middle comfortably. 

“Are you finished?” Gale asked breathlessly as she set the letter aside. 

Triss was floating, on loving words and his sweet obedience. It made her delightfully cruel.

“A few more letters, sweetling,” she told him in a cool, unwavering voice no matter how much her body ached. 

Gale whined brokenly and Triss grinned, quite pleased with herself, and dipped her quill into the ink once more. What great motivation to finish her work, he was. 

By the time Triss finished her other four correspondence, Gale had lost all semblance of words. No longer did he whisper promises in her ear, no longer did he lavish her with praises. He quivered underneath her. His hands flexed and unflexed at her thighs, blunt nails biting at her skin. Gale had willpower to rival her own and throughout this he had not moved, still as - and just as hard - as stone beneath her. His breath came in ragged, heated gusts against the back of her neck, raising goose pimples along her arms.

The slightest movement from Triss turned him whimpering, drooling against her neck as he placed sloppy kisses to her skin.

Triss sat back - earning another keen from her lover - and studied her letters. She set her quill down, folded the papers carefully and meticulously. Then, she tucked each into an envelope and addressed it with a steady hand. When they had been placed in a neat stack in front of her, Triss turned her head to murmur into his hair.

“You may have me now.”

Triss gasped at the swiftness with which he acted, hooking his knees to the inside of her own and spreading her. She caught herself from falling at the edge of her desk, knuckles white as he lifted her up just enough to rock desperately inside her.

“Gale-!” she gasped, eyes rolling back when his fingers found themselves at the apex of her legs.

“You are an awful, wicked woman,” he praised with a groan, fucking himself inside her with every bit of desire that had burned in him for the past hour. “And I love you. Gods, I love you-”

Gale was panting, shuddering, fucking her with everything that he had. He never left her, only withdrawing enough to rock himself inside her with a force that knocked the wind from her lungs. With his knees pinning her legs open, Triss could do nothing but gladly surrender to him. Her body bowed, back arching and muscles quivering. And his fingers, not so meticulous now that she had driven him to the very edge. They swirled and swirled around her aching clit eased by the wetness that had long ago soaked through bits of his robe and underwear, the band of her trousers. 

Triss cried out, slipping her hand back into his hair and pulling tightly at it.

“Come,” he said on a frantic rush of of breath. “I need you to come for me, my love. Please, please. I need it, please.”

Gale sounded so pretty when he begged and his breathless moan had pitched higher into a whine which made it all the sweeter. Every inch of her that had panted in silence, each moan she had swallowed was molten lava that coated her spine and poured into her belly. There was electricity in her finger tips. She couldn’t catch her breath and neither could he; their lips finding each other and biting, nipping, kissing deeply and loving. 

Gale’s arms around her middle, held her, anchored her tightly as he embraced her..

Triss’ lips parted in a silent cry, digging her nails into his scalp and pulling viciously at the silky strands of his hair as pleasure crashed through her. She shuddered, quaking thighs fighting against Gale as he held her legs apart. He groaned into her ear, whimpered her name as he pressed himself flush inside her, stretching her deliciously as he spilled himself inside her. They sparked together, crying out and teetering on the edge of endlessness. Blind was Triss to anything but the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, his cries and the throb of his cock emptying inside her.

Triss came back into herself warm, fuzzy and complete. She sunk bonelessly into Gale, his chest heaving against her back. Their lungs warred to right themselves, the dizziness and ache from lack of oxygen was just another burn of pleasure in her lust addled haze. She was still fluttering around him, the warmth of his release beginning to leak down her thighs.

“You spoil me,” Gale breathed finally. He was rubbing gently at her belly, having closed his legs so she could rest comfortably in his lap once more. “You are a wonder.”

Gently, he grabbed her chin and turned it upward from where her head rested back against his shoulder.

He kissed her sweetly and it pulled a tired, grateful smile from Triss.

“I thought you might like that,” she teased.

“Oh, I did. Very much so,” Gale hummed with a smile, gazing at her with such love in his eyes it made Triss breathless. “I have always said you know me better than I know myself. You continue to prove me right.”

“It’s a gift,” Triss joked wryly, shrugging. Gale chuckled and gave her another kiss. 

“Well, you are free to test my patience any time,” Gale began with a throaty hum. Triss quirked an eyebrow, knowing she already did that quite frequently.

Gale held a finger up, "If it involves similar circumstances to this.”

“Don’t go back on your word now,” Triss jested.

Gale gently helped her up off his lap and pulled her trousers back up to her hips as she tried to steady her wobbling knees. He secured the buttons for her too. After, Gale flicked his robe closed and took her hand.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

Oh, to be cuddled into his warm embrace and drift off to sleep. Triss couldn’t deny herself that temptation.

[brosif40]

uhhmmm haii :3 wanted to draw ur guys bc i love them so so much @sunshineram

[mhizzberryart]

It repeats again; a flashback, the buzzing cicadas, and you, who will never come back.

Hilbert Blackburn and Cheren Slater from @antihibikase's Pokemon Blight/Blur (BW/BW2 rewrite) 🖤🌊

[stopisa]

isa my bae !! i know the event is says only jjk, aot, haikyuu, and bg3…. but mayhaps logan is an exception🤫🤫😋 okokok so for sogan (this is the best ship name i could come up with LMAOO) i feel like you’re pretty familiar with the dynamic bc of the discord LOL we’re very much grumpy x sunshine basically deadpool and wolverine but if deadpool was a woman LMAOOOO

here’s a cutesy little picrew of me !! :D

— order up, no. 4 sogan !

The low growl of Logan’s voice rumbled against the quiet hum of the jukebox, its tinny melody playing a tune neither of them was paying attention to. He sat on the edge of the barstool, a half-burnt cigarette hanging from his lips. His knuckles were bandaged but still flecked with blood, and his eyes flicked toward you, then away again. like he couldn’t decide if looking too long would scare you off—or pull you too close.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, the smoke curling upward.

you leaned against the bar, ignoring the wary glance from the bartender. Your drink sat untouched, but your gaze was steady, and unwavering. “you said that the last time,” you replied softly, voice calm, cutting through his gruff exterior like a warm knife through butter. “and yet, i’m here.”

he sighed, the weight of a thousand regrets pooling in his chest. She didn’t flinch when he turned to face her fully, his eyes dark, shadowed with more pain than he wanted to explain. “i ain’t good for you, honey. you know that, right?”

“i know,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. it wasn’t pity, he hated pity, but something else, something warmer. “but you don’t get to decide that for me, honey.

logan chuckled, low and gravelly, shaking his head like you’d said the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. but damn if you wasn’t stubborn. he liked that about you, even if he couldn’t admit it.

“you’re gonna get hurt,” he warned again, but his voice softened this time, almost pleading. he tapped the ash from his cigarette into the tray, his hands restless even though his words faltered. “and it’ll be my fault.”

“maybe,” you step closer, hand brushing his just enough to make his breath hitch. “but taking on the world alone can’t be fun, logan. could be better with some company, hm?”

his chest tightened, that familiar clawing ache that wasn’t the adamantium or the old wounds just the fear that you might be right. he didn’t deserve you. but here you were, leaning into his orbit like you’d already decided to stay with him for the long run.

he drops the cigarette into the ashtray and let his hand linger over yours, rough fingertips tracing the back of your hand as if memorizing the warmth. “i don’t know how to stop fightin’,” he said quietly, his voice almost breaking.

“then don’t,” you whispered. “just let me stand with you.”

and for the first time in years, logan didn’t argue.

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SORRY I MADE THIS SO SERIOUS BUT JUST FELT RIGHT IN THE MOMENT ILY SOGAN 5EVER <3

[poltergeist-coffee]

plz tell more about slimeriana vampire au 👀

SPEAK NO MORW RANDOM CITIZEN!!!

in the au slime and mariana meet because rheyre both in a college class where students are paired up randomly and given a little ai tamogatchi egg (do you see where i’m heading with this) to take care of. slime and mariana are obviously paired up and they highkey hate each other at first!! juanaflippa also does die and it’s because mariana accidentally hit the reset button on the egg two separate times lmao <//3

they still do their unhinged flirting thing and it only gets worse after slime finds out mariana is a vampire. yes he’s terrified, yes he’s into it, those two feelings can coexist within it. neither of them are adult enough to admit they are in love with each other so the just keep flirting and everyone around them is getting sick of it /lh

i think it would be fun if in the au mariana was recently turned into a vampire!! he wasn’t born as one and he hasn’t been living for thousands of years, he’s just really committed to the bit (acting like he has been). it’s even more fun to me to imagine it was FOOLISH who turned her because…idk why not?? like they are canonically exes on the qsmp so they can also be in here as well

when slime and mariana get together they are just as awful as when they weren’t except now 50% of the time spent fighting is now spent being grossly in love and making out in alleyways i’m sorry i don’t make the rules. also i know that if slime is ever upset with mariana he would wear silver and just carry garlic around so mariana can’t touch it or be near it AKNJCHJNAKNK mariana sulks in a corner miserable until slime decided to take all the silver off lmao

[mercy-grigoryan]

"What are you doing?" Mercy is briefly distracted from how sorry she is feeling for herself in these nasty tunnels. This person's hands are flashing around with a deck of cards, which might seem mundane to some, but Mercy has never seen cards before. Of course gambling was forbidden at the Church, and they had little time for games. But the way these cards move is almost hypnotic. @drippiesfm (for kyle)

[honeydots]

If you want another prompt: ❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜ Leokumi

"Because I care about you, okay?" 1.2k, leokumi (background xanlow) from this ask game

Takumi is sick in Nohr, and he hates it.

He’s laying here, in one of their hugely fluffy Nohrian beds, wrapped in blankets and feeling gross. He was already cold, but now he’s shivering, and the air tastes weird. It’s an all around bad experience. He’d rather be sick anywhere else.

Leo’s decided to just hang out with him while he’s dying here, for whatever reason, working on something on a desk near Takumi’s bed. It’s seriously embarrassing enough that everyone knows Takumi got sick, Leo doesn’t have to stick around and watch him roll through the covers miserably.

That’s exactly what Takumi’s doing, too. He groans, and he flops onto his side, as if facing the left will make him any less sick than facing the right might. “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that weird fruit,” he mumbles, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Last night, Takumi had a typical Nohrian dinner—which is to say it was pretty damn atypical for Takumi’s tastes. And ultimately it was fine, just not what he’s used to, but there was this one thing. A Nohrian fruit with a skin covered in bumps to peel off, that was mushy and sweet to eat. And he didn’t hate that either, but he had a bad feeling about it.

“We don’t know it was the food, you know,” Leo comments, obviously not working and rather eying Takumi with his legs crossed. Takumi squints at him.

“I ate it, and now I feel sick. What part of that doesn’t point to the food?”

Leo shrugs at him, of all things. It isn’t Takumi’s fault Leo fed him something weird. Takumi shuffles more under the blankets, feeling just as gross but also moody.

Leo, still not working on whatever it is he’s working on, leans forward in his chair. “Have you been able to stomach anything I gave you?” he asks. Takumi frowns, and he glances over at the plate of food Leo offered earlier. Much more simple stuff, easy grains and soup. Takumi sighs.

“Kind of,” he says. “The crackers were okay.” His stomach is in complete knots, and those were basically the only things that didn’t make it worse. But he can’t say he has an appetite anyway.

Leo hums. “The water?”

“Don’t want it.” Which makes Leo frown.

“Not even a sip?”

“Later, okay, I don’t want to vomit.” Mostly Takumi doesn’t want to have to sit up to drink it, actually. Leo gives him such a look, too, like he knows. Takumi gives him a look right back. “What’s with you?”

Leo raises an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”

“You’re being pushy.” Which doesn’t seem to bother Leo as much as Takumi would’ve liked it to. Annoying. “Go somewhere else. I don’t get why you’re sitting in here with me.”

Leo, pretty pointedly, does not get up. “Because I care about you. Or is that not allowed?” he says, which is also annoying. Leo turns to his work, still clearly not intending to leave, and then glances back to Takumi. “Just drink the water.”

Takumi scrunches his nose. But he’s too sick to think of a retort, so he shuffles up onto his forearms and finally takes his drink. And yeah, it’s nice, whatever. It doesn’t cure him or anything. But it’s about as tolerable as the crackers were.

It’s almost more irritating that Leo doesn’t give Takumi a haughty look, but instead just an average one. “You should probably sleep, too.”

Takumi scoots back into the covers. “I’m too tired to sleep.”

“Interesting. Any other hypocrisies you’d like to share?”

It’s a lot easier to deal with Leo when he’s being himself. “You’re such a pain.” Takumi barely knows what to do otherwise. Especially while he’s sick—which is also why Leo’s being weird, for sure, so this is just a useless situation all around.

Takumi does mean it when he says he’s too tired to sleep. It won’t work, plainly, he’s just stuck staring at the ceiling feeling miserable. He’d love to pass out and get better so then hopefully Leo will stop being nice to him because it’s intolerable—but he’s stuck conscious.

So, he flips around again, and also flips his pillow, and tries to look at the papers on Leo’s desk. “What are you working on, even?” he asks. Leo looks his way briefly, then sighs, finishing a sentence before he puts his quill down.

“It’s for Camilla,” he explains, rubbing his fingers absently. “It’s this orphanage program she’s trying to put forward. I’m giving her some financial estimates.”

Takumi blinks. “Oh yeah?” Takumi wouldn’t have guessed, exactly, but that’s not unexpected for Camilla. Leo nods.

“She’s always been interested in developing one. But… Ever since Siegbert was born, she’s just been—I don’t know. I wouldn’t call it baby fever, but it’s something similar.” And then Leo starts working again, just like that.

Takumi guesses it is pretty significant to have a baby around the palace. People were freaking out when Shiro was born, Takumi included. He’s still kind of freaking out about that. It’s been a little while now, though.

“Their other kid is close, right?” Takumi asks, then elaborates more. “Your brother and Laslow's.” Takumi’s met Siegbert a few times, and he’s cute, but it felt like he’d barely been around long before it was announced they were having another. Takumi doubts Ryoma’s going to have more, since Shiro’s already a rascal as a not-even-one year old. But Siegbert’s been calm whenever Takumi’s met him, so. Maybe that spurred them on.

“Quite,” Leo says. He looks away, out towards the door. “I wonder if you’ll be here when it’s born.”

Kids are something that seem really far away from Takumi. He’s too sick to even think about it long. It was crazy enough to suddenly have a nephew. There’s a weird way things have felt like they’re moving both faster and slower, now that there isn’t a war to worry about. And to be honest, Takumi’s not in the mood to go fast.

Leo tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “You know. I think Laslow might’ve gotten sick when he ate that fruit for the first time,” he says. “Maybe it’s something you acquire a tolerance to.”

Takumi, feeling right but way too sick to appreciate it, huffs. “Don’t feed it to me again, then.”

“You only gain tolerance by repeating the process, you know.”

“What if I’m just allergic? I don’t want it,” Takumi says back, not eager to experience this stomachache again. “I’m not sure I liked it enough to really want to try, anyway.”

Leo gives him a ghost of a grin, then gets back into his financial whatever. “I really think you should sleep,” he says. Takumi buzzes his lips and pulls the covers over him more.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, mind getting foggier by the second. He might be too tired not to sleep now, thank goodness. “Wake me up when the baby’s born.”

And—it’s kind of nice. The last thing Takumi hears before he drifts off is Leo’s light chuckle, and the sounds of quill on paper.

And he really, seriously, barely even thinks about the kid stuff.

[peachcott]

Hi I was just wondering if you plan to reopen your shop sometime? :)

howdy!! yes, absolutely!! i'm so sorry for the delay oTL i expect to reopen in early 2024 (´▽｀)💗 i'm aiming for the first week of jan, but i'm looking into switching platforms (from bigcartel to shopify), so i can't provide an exact date 😭 hopefully i'll have some new designs available too, though!! :D thank you so much for your interest and patience!!

[sanddornn]

❛ congratulations, you have survived! ❜ -Jinx

𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕍𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔼ℝ𝕆 — 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊

↷ @chaosmultiverse (Jinx) ↷ meme

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     𝐼𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑢𝑧𝑧𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠.     Was this pure luck, or does death deny her, welcoming her into its realms   ? The woman took a shaky step back, sleeves stained with coal-black dust, after managing to throw away what turned out to be a hand grenade, barely able to catapult that thing away before it would explode. What a sick mind to have such a thing depicted as a toy.

     ❝ Are you INSANE   ?   ❞    A squeaky bark, eyebrows knit into anger mixed with irritation. Habi would certainly think again next time before accepting a 'gift' from a stranger. Even if the shuriman turned out to be lucky, the adrenaline rushing into her skull, pumping inside her veins, feels like she will soon meet the grenade's demise. Her pulse makes her feel like exploding.    ❝ I asked for a compass, not a bomb. ❞ 

[msftsn]

&& @lunaetis heard the stories, told the tales and spoke : ❝ you don’t have to hide them around me. the scars are just part of who you are. and i like all of what i see. ❞ EXTENSIVE SCAR PROMPTS . yangyang & yao .

terrible creation, monster, freak and abomination of mankind's ill - will against nature. all things used to describe him in the past, and yet here the mutant is; cheeks flushed as he opens his palm, long digits ending in a disgustingly ashen gray that replaces the tip of his fingers with monster like claws. scars of all kind, faint, deep, barely visible, discolored, disshapen, physical and emotional all laid bare for the outrider to witness. there's obvious nerves painted onto pale features, putting an off - puttingly sweet expression on the tacet discord whose heart was thrumming against his chest as though pure adrenaline was rushing through his veins. and maybe it was.

nobody has done as much as look at his existence with anything less than terror or disgust. and here she was, treating him like a person. an equal, maybe. as if it was the most natural thing in the world when his entire existence was proof that "natural" could not be said in any correlation to him, ever. and yet here yangyang is - taking that entire notion and throwing it into the wind for blast off. he glances off, the claws of his other hand nervously thrum against his thigh. she has every right to act with disgust knowing the history of his scars and the fact a good amount of them come from the murder of the researchers. yet there is none of that showing on her face.

he startles heavily when a tender sensation brushes over the palm of his hand. at a glance he realizes it's the outrider gently tracing over his scars, feeling the roughness of his skin and the jagged tissue of his scars. his blush deepens, heart skipping a beat or two before he even realizes he's held his breath at the realization. daring to suck in a breath and exhaling it to come back into his natural rhythm he watches her focus in on singular scars, tracing them and looking at them from different angles. he doesn't deserve this, he thinks. or maybe he does. someone as amazing as yangyang does not come into the life of the undeserving, doesn't get sent to someone like that by the fates. or at least he thinks fate wouldn't be quite that kind.

maybe it was the silently bearing whatever the people (and in the wild the crazed tacet discords) threw at him and keeping up in his attempts to do good. maybe it was to even out the unfairness of his past. or maybe it wasn't fate at all and he simply managed to find the most amazing person he could ever wish to meet all on his own. maybe fate was just an excuse for him to pretend that some mysterious power pushed them towards interacting with each other when really it was yangyangs almost stubborn refusal to be anything but kind after sensing the melancholic pain he carries. that and his own stubborn refusal to give up trying to commune with her when she did not look at him with the same disgust most other people held. it gave him hope that maybe one day he could get along with other people, too.

when he feels her own fingertips stop tracing over his scars he sucks in another breath, holds it before carefully, very gently lifting the very same hand. he is gentle, as though she were as fragile as glass - or well, as gentle as someone should be if they have claws on their hands. he's sure the butterfly touch of the back of his claw tracing over her hand until it reaches to side of her face to slowly, carefully trace it until eventually he can cup her face in his hand. and then he leans forward, thankful his sitting figure is close in height to her, to rest his forehead against hers when he gives a gentle, sincere smile, manifesting enough power to manipulate the sounds around him again to fill in vocally where his voice falls short.

❛ thank you... for trusting me and, well, for being you. ❜

[hotluncheddie]

kurt being a good boy and getting rewarded so true !!!

maybe puppy gator is being a spoiled little brat over something stupid or inconsequential, whining and getting grumpy and damn near yelling/throwing a tantrum. gator being gator, he tries to get kurt involved - that way if they’re both punished mama/daddy might go easier, might forget just how much of a nasty puppy gator has been.

but when he tries to convince kurt to do something bad, break some rules, kurt refuses and sneaks over to mama/daddy to tell them what gator asked him to do :0 !!!!

kurt gets to be mama/daddy’s sweet boy, their good puppy!!!!! he sits on their lap and gets cuddles and kisses and films videos with his mama/daddy and plays fetch with them and get handfed his fav candies💖

meanwhile gator is made to sit on the floor, denied cuddles and kisses for being ‘a bad dog, gator, very bad dog’ … keeping himself occupied with his toys since he’s not allowed to play fetch :( maybe he even has to lay in his cage and eat out his doggy bowl after listening to kurt and mama/daddy cook dinner together and have fun. just kurt good boy gator naughty boy !!!

- 🐶

Omg!!!!

maybe when Kurt is deep in puppy play mode he usually becomes really obedient while gator just keeps pushing, keeps being naughty.

And maybe gator is being really bad, maybe he’s not even down in subspace he’s just having a super bad day. And it kinda scared Kurt, he’s being so mean. Kurt doesn’t want to play with him like this, it’s not fun to be naughty when gators like this.

So Kurt goes to their mommy/daddy and is honestly nearly in tears because gator is so angry and grumpy and keeps lashing out and calling Kurt names so he tells on him.

And that means Kurt gets to sit and have his head pet and kneel at his mommy/ daddy’s feet while they make dinner - his favourite place to be!

maybe Kurt is so exited and feeling so needy for his mommy/daddy - maybe he’s also kind of small? 🥺 wants his hand held while he eats dinner and wants to watch a cartoon with him mommy/daddy while they pet his stingy hair with his head in their lap. Maybe sucking his thumb or with a chew toy in his mouth. 💞

and ages ago him mommy/daddy picked up some different flavours of oreos, hiding them, waiting for a time when Kurt was good and sweet and deserved a reward. so his mommy/daddy gets the different cookies out as a surprise and they do a taste test!!!! and Kurt is so exited, wriggling around and smiling into the camera introducing the review and his mommy/daddy lets him taste, letting Kurt feed them sometimes too. Kurt asking what they think of the mouth feel and flavour. adding a category where he gets to kiss his mommy/daddy to see if you can taste it on their lips. ‘My kurties might have a crush that wanna do this with you know?’ ✨ And his mommy/daddy allows it because he’s so cute and always gets this spacy, dopey little smile after each kiss.

and gator is just being a brat, being awful and mean and having the worst day. So their mommy/daddy puts him in timeout, makes him drop, punishing him by making him sit in the cage with his ballgag in and only one toy to play with. Gator grumbles and kicks at the cage but then he cries for a little and curls up on the bed in there, breathing slower and finally calming down, whining a little, but he knows he deserves this. Knows he was bad.

And eventually his mommy/daddy lets him out and he says sorry to them and Kurt, kissing Kurt on the cheek and getting teary again promising he didn’t mean anything he said. And Kurt forgives him and gator gets the leftovers for dinner but he has to eat at the table bc he’s still being punished really, not allowed to sit in his mommy/daddy’s lap again yet. Not allowed to stuff his belly full either, has to have a more normal portion (but it’s still kinda big, bigger than Kurt’s, they don’t want him going to bed hungry.)

but he is allowed to try one of each of the Oreo flavours and Kurt asks him the same questions to get his rating and they’re allowed to do the kiss ranking too just because their mommy/daddy thinks they’re so cute.

But gator doesn’t get touched when they go to bed that night… Kurt is though… he gets special treatment for being so so good… 🎀

[princekirijo]

What is the big difference between regular Riku and black mask Riku? Like what changed in his story to change his motivations and methods?

Thanks for the ask :]

So Black Mask AU (or Black Captain/Dark Captain I haven't entirely settled on a name) is a new game plus AU and that's important to explain the changes in his motivations!

The AU starts exactly the same as Captain, Riku moves to Tokyo, Hatanaka is a piece of shit to him, he meets the thieves and they start investigating her palace. However this time round, something in the palace goes wrong and the thieves end up failing the deadline. And failing the deadline for Hatanaka's palace... results in Riku's death :] (putting it shortly Riku is more useful to her dead than alive so she has him killed)

That should have been the end of him, however he wakes up immediately after getting shot. After being understandably disorientated he realizes he's somehow been transported to 2/3 years prior to the events of Captain (a couple of months before he was due to move to Tokyo) and he has all his memories intact, right up until the point he was shot.

This understandably messes him up a lot because he went through hell and on top of that he remembers everything he learnt during Hatanaka's palace (I won't go into much of that as its spoilers for the main AU). He also decides to go into the Metaverse in Port Island because he still has access to it, and its here he awakens to his black mask persona (Mordred who I ADORE lmao) and where he first kills someone (albeit by accident).

As for his motivations someone put it really well once, spite in general is a huge motivator for Riku in both AUs! Black Mask Riku basically takes the idea of him being motivated by spite to a whole new level, as his main goal in the AU is to get revenge on those who wronged him and who caused his death in the original timeline. He's here and alive in spite of these people and he is sure as hell going to make their life hell.