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[skully-drawls]

How did Peppino become a vampire? Was he always one or was he turned? Does he like drinking blood or is he horrified by it?

What a great question I've been holding onto for weeks! You deserve an answer!

[blueescreend]

could you draw a little doodle of v2 just Standing there in the bottom left corner of an otherwise blank canvas please

Sure thing

[lewinthelighton]

@dreamsofalife continued from [x]

"Well, I'm glad you weren't hurt..." Lovely way to start off, just going swimmingly. "And I get where you're coming from! Totally, I just..." A sigh. Pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm trying to help smooth things over, because I have a feeling you're going to be hanging around awhile, and I don't want us all being at each other's throats all the time. You might not care if people don't like you and get hostile, but I do happen to care if everyone around is stressed and upset."

Lewin watches her for a moment in silence, considering her words. "Okay," he finally says.

"You should go talk to them about it then."

[midgetmoth]

Ok so I don't really have a picture of my sona/stick sona besides my pfp. Can a written description work with that?

My sticksona is a darkish pink with swirls of gold(colors in my pfp). That's primarily it for appearance, don't know if you need more tbh

But if you need me to try again with something else I can

Quietly I float, curls around my coat. Such strings of gold I stick to myself, but yet I ponder how much more I can contain? Is this greed or is this beauty? Unknown to me, but yet only a sight to behold to others.

[derekberrera]

WHO: Derek & @xmikamorris WHERE: Cage & Cordelia’s Wedding WHEN: 19th October 2024

“It’s Tamika, right?” Derek approached the other with a smile, offering out a hand. “Care to take a turn on the dance floor?”

[themxtleycrew]

@sandzephyr

She was supposed to just surveille her, not engage, doctors orders, Tayuya still wasn't back to full strength. She may be able to walk again, but she had yet to complete her rehabilitation. Sometimes she still found it difficult to stand or remain balanced.

But no, she couldn't wait anymore, she'd done her waiting, 3 years in an Anbu prison, and even more after barely escaping what happened in Konoha. All of this leading to the chance to get her revenge. She waited on the way to Konoha, the sand skank had been seen using this route to travel between Konoha and Suna as some kind of envoy.

Tayuya had been practicing, built a new flute, learned new jutsu that used more than just the sound from her flute as a weapon.

For instance, with a whistle from her lips she could either cause an intense ringing in the ear drums, or disorient the body's senses. Make her victim go numb or suffer a short term paralysis.

That was her aim as she came up behind Temari on the path and whistled an eery tune in her ear.

"Remember me... Sand Skank?" No doubt Temari would find moving and seeing difficult while the effects of Tayuya's sound jutsu rang in her ears.

[bansheemakesart]

baby's first political art

"All Eyes on Rafah"

[Hard Tip Brush Pen on Line Paper]

[itstheomen]

For @fan-maddson

As long as the job fell in line with Jason’s code, he was more then happy to go wherever he needed. His latest contract had the mercenary working protection for a woman who seemed to have been put in the crosshairs of certain bad people. As long as he was protecting her, no such danger would come to Fan. It was early morning and Jason was awake and at work. Having surveyed the perimeter and checked certain countermeasures, Jason was now in her kitchen making coffee.

[metallightningbug]

@forgottenbodyandmemories

There were thus far exactly two things Shrapnel liked about Rumble, his general chaotic energy and the fact that the cassette was shorter than him. That was generally also the extent of what the Insecticon knew about him, given that they had rarely interacted.

Currently they were both stuck sitting around, waiting for the signal to do their part in executing another one of Megatron's plans. He couldn't deny that thunderstorms and earthquakes sounded like a fun combination, however the exact purpose of this little cooperation was a mystery to him. Maybe Shrapnel would have managed to understand the plan if he had paid a little more attention... In the end it didn't matter as long as he was getting his promised reward.

[shiraishi-mai]

Strawberry Hairtie

(disclaimer: not proofread)

A few members of the Inarizaki volleyball team turn the corner to find a confession happening outside of school. It’s a classic shojou moment to witness and Atsumu, being the snoop he is, hurriedly shushes his twin and Suna.

“Please accept this!” A girl has her head bowed, pink letter thrust out and trembling.

The figure, they can’t see who it is from his back, hesitantly takes the letter and does a little awkward bow back. The girl runs off and the guy simply puts the letter in his bag and turns to the side path and walks away from them. 

A short wolfcut tied up in a ponytail and in track pants, bag carelessly slung over one shoulder is all they can make out from the distance.

Atsumu snickers and Aran materialises to hit him on the back for spying. 

“He’s kind of pretty, isn’t he?” Atsumu says. “I’m way hotter though. Where’s my confession??” 

This earns him a smack from his twin this time and a scolding about arrogance. 

Suna trails behind them, watching the sky and quickly forgetting about the whole affair. 

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It’s the next day and new assigned seats are chosen for the second term of school. Papers for an assignment to do in class are to be passed down the rows and Suna turns to find a mop of hair lying on the desk behind him. The owner of said hair is fast asleep. 

He stares for a second, paper in hand, and pokes the figure. 

The student groans and lifts their head, only for Suna to realise it’s the guy from yesterday. He silently takes the paper and nods a thank you. 

The guy keeps catching his eye after that. It isn’t on purpose, Suna just realises that he happens to come across him a lot. He is hard to miss, considering there seems to be a few girls here and there that whisper and giggle in class and around the school wherever the figure goes around. 

During lunch, girls squeal as they peer out the window to watch those on the basketball court. Suna looks out to see the Atsumu is trying his hand at it and sure enough, ponytail is playing too. 

“y/n-kun is so handsome,” one sighs. 

“You have such a thing for basketball players,” another one teases.

“I dunno, volleyball players are cute too~” a third says, eyeing Atsumu and sneaking a glance at Suna. 

Suna watches as ponytail gulps greedily from a water bottle, sweat dripping down his neck. He runs his hand through his hair and stretches, eliciting more squeals from the spectators. 

After the bell rings, the teacher, much to the slight annoyance of Suna, asks him and a few classmates to bring boxes outside the school building. As he walks, he notes that he also needs a haircut as his bangs nearly plaster on his forehead from the heat and sweat gathers at the nape of his neck. 

Ponytail is part of the errand group and trails behind him. 

Suna huffs at his hair, trying to get his bangs out of his eyes.

“Want me to tie it up for you?” 

A pretty face comes up beside him. He notes that ponytail is fairly shorter than him and he peers down at his face.

“It’s alright.” 

“C’mon, you’ll fall that way if you can’t see.” 

Suna gives in and nods. Ponytail grins and pulls the hairtie from his own hair, roughly cut layers sliding down. Suna studies him as teeth lightly clamp around the tie, holding it in ponytail's mouth as he carefully bunches up Suna’s hair. 

Suna arches an eyebrow. “Cute hairtie.” It’s a red band with a small strawberry on it. 

“A friend gave it to me.”

Suna muses that perhaps a girl was finally successful with her confession.

“There.” A triumphant smile and then a chuckle. “Suits you.” 

“Thanks.” 

Ponytail's smile oddly sweet. He notes again that the guy really is pretty. 

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It’s gym class now.

There’s a whine and a girl trips on the track. Ponytail manages to rush to grab her and the girl blushes and thanks him profusely. 

“Are you alright?” His face is contorted in concern.

Suna snorts at the shojou scene but his eyebrows lift as the girl sheepishly mentions that her ankle throbs. Ponytail carefully wraps an arm around her waist and has her put her arms around his shoulder. They slowly walk to the nurse’s office.

“Tsk,” Atsumu looks at the scene. “What a gentleman.” 

“Don’t be jealous, Atsumu. You’d get more girls if you stop laughing when they trip. Take a leaf out of Ponytail’s book.” The nickname for the guy had stuck to their group. 

The class comes to an end and everyone goes to change and clean up. Suna groans, hating the fact that he has to exercise during school, knowing they’ll have to go do it again during practice. 

“Guys!” Atsumu yells. “Guess what?” 

Suna has his phone out and doesn’t bother looking up. 

“You guys won’t believe it. This is wild.” 

“Are you gonna tell us or keep us stupidly in suspense,” Aran says drily. 

“Ponytail is a girl!” 

There’s a pause before a chorus of “what??” erupts.

They whip around to see ponytail by the outdoor sinks outside beside the track, having come back from the nursing office. She’s splashing water onto her face and lifts up her shirt to wipe the water away. As she does, they see a hint of a sports bra underneath.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Osamu says. “Atsumu’s being outclassed by a girl.”

There’s an indignant noise from his twin while Suna continues to stare at her, thinking that explains the strawberry hairtie.

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“You’re a girl.”

She shows up in a skirt the next day and is walking past the middle-blocker when she hears that statement. 

“And you’re a boy?” 

“Huh?”

“Oh I thought we were just pointing out genders,” she grins. 

Suna feels his heart beat just a little faster and he can’t explain why. All he knows is that she’s cute. Awfully cute. 

“I’m joking,” she looks at his face. “I get that a lot, especially wearing the pants all the time. Class president finally scolded me into wearing the proper girls' uniform,” she scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “You’re Suna Rintaro right? On the volleyball team” 

He nods. “Have you seen us play?” For some reason, he faintly hopes she has. 

“Yeah I caught a game after I transferred here. You guys are really good. Teach me sometime?” 

“...sure?” 

Her face lights up. “Cool! I’ve always wanted to try it out. My toxic trait is thinking I could dig Atsumu’s serve.”

Suna has to chuckle at that and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh the way I want to record his face when you do.”

“Alright,” she tilts her chin up proudly, “Challenge accepted then.” 

He was pretty sure he was joking at the time, so he wonders why they’re in his yard, practising peppering a couple weeks later. 

Okay, to be fair, she was already at his house because they ended up working on an assignment together when they realised it might be easier to finish all their assignments for a project that happened to be right before an important tournament and she offered to help. He didn’t care THAT much about getting a good grade, but hey, she offered and he was discovering that she was hard for him to say no to.

Surprise surprise when they got immediately distracted from the papers spread all over the living room desk as his sister chattered away with his new friend and he glanced occasionally at them from his phone. 

They moved to the topic of sports and eventually ended up outside. He wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t bad, but he was surprised that she was fairly /good/. 

“I’m not too shabby right??” 

He snorted. “We’ll get that recording of Atsumu’s face in no time.” 

After an hour or so, she packed her bags, both ignoring that the assignments weren’t done and hoping that they’d get credit for trying. When she walks out the gate, he gives her a wave and turns around to see his sister standing at the door.

“I like her.” Her arms are crossed. 

“Good for you?” 

“She’s pretty. Should I get a wolf cut?”

He chuckles and pats her head once. “Whatever you want princess.”

His chest is warm and when he spots her strawberry hairtie on the table, his sister giggles.

“What?”

“You’re smiling like a crazy person.”

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

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Atsumu is decides ponytail is a gift given from the heavens to him when he spots her and Suna standing in the middle of the hall. They stand similarly, hands in their pockets and slightly leaning back. Suna looks casual but Atsumu likes to think he knows Suna well enough by now that he looks a bit awkward. 

“We’re going to the spring tournament next week.”

“Is this an invitation to come watch or are you just stating your schedule,” she teases.

He shifts to one foot. “If you have free time, you can come watch. You can see Atsumu’s serves again.”

“This is true. Though I’m way more interested in middle-blocking nowadays,” her eyes shine and Suna swallows a bit harshly. 

“At your height? In your dreams,” he retorts.

“Hey, you don’t know my vertical. I play basketball, I think I can jump high enough.” 

Suna thinks she could but has learned from the past couple months, she’s far more fun when she’s riled up. A competitive streak he’s never really had coupled with stubbornness he finds incredibly amusing.

“Keep trying shorty. You’ll get there someday,” he gives her a shit-eating grin. 

“Don’t get cocky! I can do it,” she jumps slightly and flungs her arm around his neck, dragging him down and effectively headlocking him. His eyes widen and he yelps. “I’ll make you eat your words Rin.” 

A classmate sticks their head out and calls for her. She gives him a wave and leaves him standing in the hall.

“Rin huh?” Atsumu teases and Suna stiffens. “I’ve never heard you make a yelping sound like that before.” 

Suna rolls his eyes, refusing to give in to Atsumu’s teasing, but a hint of embarassment does cross his face. 

“Invited her to our game huh? Want her to watch you huh? I’ll be sure to set lots of balls your way~” 

“Shut it.” The middle-blocker strides away from him and Atsumu catches up. 

“You guys are so cute~”

Suna narrows his eyes at him. “‘Tsumu I have so much blackmail on my phone,” he warns.

Atsumu holds his hand up, keeping an arrogant smile on his face.

“Oh but Suna, now I have something against /you/.”

[shootingxstardust]

@puelluna​

The nightmare found herself at a mysterious plane of existence. A bar of some sorts not tied to one specific dimension. Noctis Morte couldn’t explain it, but she felt drawn to the place. Something about it piqued her interest.  about this place. It felt safe, comforting even.

Shadows usually cloaked Morte’s body, but they dissipated  upon entering. She felt strangely docile in a place like this. She  walked over to the counter, taking a seat, flashing a small glance to the red head in front of her as  Morte removed her hood, revealing her short brown hair, pale face and crack like scarring. “What is this place?” She would ask; her voice soft-spoken and calm.

[redeyesfangsandmagic]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: Lake & waterfal. I'm thinking my Snow with one of your vampire or succubus muses {surprise me}

It was a little spur of the moment, a midnight skinny dip between the two of them. Elsie didn't mind that at all as the lake they swam in had a beautiful waterfall as well. The succubus led Snow underneath it, where nobody could see even if they tried. She leaned in for a kiss letting her fingers slip down her body and tease her clit. "We should have done this sooner." She whispered pulling away from the kiss.

[kale-art]

Happy Halloween

Here's my personal in a cat costume. ^w^

[elisethetraveller]

Continued from; divingdownthehole

Jervis’ breath trembled as he peeled off his gloves, shrugged out of his jacket and waistcoat. His fingers cramped as he untied his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt, each movement causing him to shake. The violet paisley fabric was drenched with sweat. Standing in his trousers and undershirt, he leaned over the bathroom sink with his head under the faucet, frantically attempting to collect himself. Lost in his thoughts, he grabbed a hand towel and pressed it against his face, unaware of the fair-haired figure lurking behind him. Until he heard Elise’s quiet gasp of shock; followed her silvery gaze to the mottled patchwork of old contusions and scars and calluses dotting the backs of his hands and fingers, the shrapnel scars barely visible at the edge of his shirt collar. Each mark looked like deep grooves etched into pale wood. Jervis’ heart dropped into his stomach, his skin crawling at the look on her face. “… what…?” he croaked. “… what’re you doing here?”

Elise would kick herself for this later. She was a professional! She had seen far worse than old scars and calluses; she had far worse than old scars. Yet the expectations of the moment caught her by surprise. He had seemed out of it, so she had followed, wanting to inquire and check in on him. There had been no intention to snoop, but once the healer caught a glimpse, her feet were glued to the floor.

While more skin was visible than she had seen before, it wasn't like he was entirely undressed. But she could see enough to draw a few conclusions. They were old. Too old to be from the recent chaos.

They were deep, too, the type you got from metal. The question was why he had them in the first place. However, that was a question for another time.

"I'm sorry." Head turning, Elise looked away, though she had not left. "I was just going to see how you were doing. You…I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, I have seen worse. I just…I was caught a little off guard."

( @divingdownthehole )

[theeclipse]

@fan-maddson

Eliasz looked up at the night sky, his metallic gaze wandering over each and every star he could see. Each and every time he looked at the star filled night sky, he couldn’t help but question if that was where he should be. Life on earth had been chaotic for him in a great many ways and had beaten him in at least a dozen ways. But after everything Eliasz was left wondering where he should even go from here.

“Maybe I belong among the stars?”

[theastralexpresscrew]

@aluckiicoin liked for a starter

"Really now? Are you still sleeping at this hour? I knew you weren't an early riser, but it's getting a bit late, don't you think?" Veritas commented when he noticed the blonde still in bed while it was already half past noon. As he approached the other to wake him up he noticed Aventurine's face was flushed and his hair damp from sweat.

"A fever?" the man muttered to himself before reaching out and brushing his hand against the gambler's forehead. Veritas clicked his tongue at the heat beneath his hand before pulling it away. Looks like he was going to be taking care of the other man for the afternoon. It certainly wasn't in his plans, but he didn't think leaving the blonde to deal with it on his own was advisable.

"What am I going to do with you?" he sighed before moving away from the bed to fetch some medicine.