#<- that idea lives in my head rent free

[cupidl0vesy0u]

Thinking about c!Tommy not wearing any shoes after his death, just to feel the ground under his feet.

Grass touching his skin as he feels each of the different textures between his toes, aware of risks there might be insects hiding in the grass. Being careful where he steps. Sitting in grass and watching little bugs flying around him. (This is may or may not be because he has some essence of goddess of Life)

Making flower crowns, changing flowers in his vase every day.

Little remainders like these make him feel alive and safer, forgetting the cold dark place again (limbo). Forgetting about all the sadness, anger.

[spider-shoes]

on the inevitable and loving despite, despite // a revisitation of this

various wikipedia pages / carl sagan / why the sun chases the moon / war of the foxes - richard siken / drunk drivers, killer whales - car seat headrest / saturn - sleeping at last / pale blue dot, photo from voyager / lighthousekeeping - jeanette winterson / ann druyan / new york times / neil degrasse tyson / david jones

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[justaz]

merlin told arthur his favorite color was the color of the sky during sunset when it shifted into a deep violet. arthur gets a tunic made in that exact shade. its the best thing merlin owns. arthur was hoping that would mean he’d wear it almost everyday but merlin almost never wears it. the only time he does wear it is when royals come to visit (which isn’t all that often). arthur “subtly” asks about it and merlin is like “it’s the best thing i own. i’m not gonna dirty it mucking out the stables or serving rowdy knights wine while they splatter food on it” and arthur is like “why not wear it when nobles come to visit? look at least a little presentable for them” (cough nice save). merlin doesn’t see the point in it bc nobles don’t care about him at best, view him as less than human at worst.

arthur really just wants to see his boyfriend servant in the tunic he had made for him (bonus points for sending a message that merlin is his. not that merlin seems to notice. man is too much of an idiot). merlin wants to preserve his favorite tunic and gift from his boyfriend king.

[valentjin]

[beartitled]

can't stop thinking about the baby bill comic like sdlfkjlasdjf imagining this is some alternate dimension where they were given the chance to stop bill before he can repeat history in that timeline and potentially come back, but he's too baby, so they gotta just... pick him up and take him, but then they see his parents freaking the hell out so they gotta just... also take them. Whoops

Awww 🥺

Take the entire family to another dimension 🪐🚀

They would probably need some sort of flat surface to display the parents on

But eh they will figure it out 💥

Da baby is very grabbable tho

[clockworkclownart]

Day 6 - Immortal AU - #DannyMay2024

so i was thinking, "who else becomes an immortal space themed monarch?" ~ if your immediate thought was "sailor moon", you are so right, i realy admire that about you 💚

[thenoman-sland]

Up to no good, I presume?

[cornislost]

the kids as teens!!! them standing one by one under cut

[theartofmadeline]

modern(ish) day lady of shalott

[nekoning]

Fenglian week Day 3&4: Day + Unspoken - AU where feng xin finds xie lian in the mortal realm as nan feng and keeps his identity secret, thinking that xie lian doesn't want to see him anymore. xie lian falls for him again without realizing who he is, until he does.

remember to check out @fenglianweek to see everyone's beautiful works!!

[chsopnk]

「 ✦ SOOTHE THE BURN ✦ 」

☆. # SHIP — aventurine, blade.

☆. # AUTHOR’S NOTE — two little ideas that i havent explored enough to write full fics about but have been obsessed with. pls tell me what u think nd which one u would like to see 👍

☆. # WARNINGS — smut. gambling, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink.

AVENTURINE:

imagine sitting at a poker table with aventurine. your hand down his pants as you slowly jerk him off while he tries to win the game. he has to keep a straight face—not just so you don’t get caught, but also because he’s playing and his poker face has to be perfect. you watch silently as the new cards are dealt, fingers gliding over the tip of aventurine’s cock. he twitches, biting his lip as he tries to concentrate. he looks down at the two cards in the middle of the table, trying to keep quiet as your hand slides down his length again. but really, at this point he has no idea what he’s even doing anymore. all he can focus on is your soft hand on his cock and the way he wants to thrust up and tell you to go faster. maybe if you tell him if he wins this round with a royal flush you’ll suck him off in the bathroom of the casino it’ll motivate him a little.

BLADE:

blade’s such a tough guy that only wants revenge, but the moment you’ve got your hands on him it’s as if none of it even matters. he says he doesn’t need it, doesn’t even want any of it—but when you fuck him so good and lean down to whisper in his ear how much of a good boy he is, he’ll cum instantly. even when you’re both just in bed… if you stroke his hair while looking at him with those eyes of yours and call him all those things: pretty, beautiful, good, strong, it makes him so hard that he’s aching for you to touch him. he’s not above begging if he has to, just to hear you say it one more time. the amount of times he’s had to hold back from creaming in his pants because you called him “my pretty boy” is a little concerning, to be honest.

[mrsoharaa]

when you take up horse back riding lessons with the boys and the instructor sees you struggling a bit trying to hoist yourself up onto your appointed horse, he swivels up beside you and carefully holds your waist to help boost you up. fingers looping around your curves as his palms steadily holds you with a steady grip.

the boys practically snap their necks to see the mans grimy hands linger onto your curvy waist a little bit longer then they would like (not that they ever did lol). so with Gojo being well, GOJO - he swiftly looms over the man and swats at his prying hands while glaring darkly through the silky fabric of his blindfold at the cowering instructor, as Suguru immediately replaces the mans vile hands with his own, easily and mindfully catering you up onto the mount of your horse. also leering threateningly over to the retreating instructing waving his hands up in surrender, sweat beading down his nervous face.

you'd roll your eyes and told the guys to quit it and get on their horses so you can enjoy the ride.

they might be ridiculous dummies but they were your ridiculous jealous dummies, and you wouldn't trade them for the world. ♡

[moxielynx]

@morroodle some more dragon morro

some screenshots from dead's end i liked

call me insane but i hope that we see the wind dragon from the Hunted season again in dragons rising, i hope we see a lot of the dragons from Hunted actually

i hope morro is at least mentioned in dragons rising, too, even tho it probably wont be in any sort of positive way

[katabay]

original thief series basso & garrett :)

ngl, it's about quality over quantity for me. an npc can have a total of three minutes of screen time, but if they have a cool name, they can live rent free in my head and I'll spend several hours trying to decipher drawable features from a blurry screenshot of pixels

there is a vague hint of a story here, and that's because every time I try to play thi4f, I get incredibly frustrated with how Not Fun the game play is. like, is the story good? well. but it has a PLAGUE. that should've given it instant 'I'll replay this once a year' status in my heart, but the game play sucks so bad that I've never finished it. I can't believe Not Fun gameplay beat out my obsession with narrative plagues.

anyway, the idea is basically if the original era had a game with a plague centric narrative and some other stuff I liked out of thi4f thrown into a narrative blender, with a heavy dash of horror thrown in because some parts of the thief games were scarier to me than entire dedicated horror genre games.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i can see your face in Parisian paintings (the Mona Lisa).

1. it’s insane that V. III O’Keeffe callsign and emblem references a real life artist while Flatwell’s emblem references a real book. not only they are divorced spies they are ART divorced spies.

2. O’Keeffe probably has a whole folder of pictures of Flatwell he hacked from RLF database, there are ones with baby Rusty too…

3. anyone thinks it’s insanely cute that the emoji combination for O’Keeffe and Flatwell is 🌻🕊️ cuz I do.