#{ I have sm thoughts about them }

[aru-art]

happy 2nd anniversary to what continues to be the game of all time!! 🪐

[peachy-keenss]

yeah im one of Those People sorry. I have drawn NOTHING BUT THIS for several days straight

[iizuumi]

got to draw Soichiro/Narumi for an art trade with @jelliefeesh ♥♥

[toxintouch]

hii!! I just read cold spots and it was AMAZING!!! Im not sure if you wanted to continue the fic, but if you don’t mind could you continue with Veres part? I don’t know what you would write about but I just feel like that fic has so much potential to be a little 3 part series or something 🙏

<- Cold Spots TYSM ANON!! I put the Vere End at the beginning for ease of reading. For the sake of folks who would like to read this as a stand-alone... I think u can? With the knowledge that the premise of Cold Spots is that Mhin and MC/Sparrow went ghost hunting. Vere is said to have been responsible for a handful of local ghost stories, so…of course he makes some mischief.🦊 Also MC needs some Winter wear, stat.  A very light Possessive Vere warning in this btw, though perhaps in a roundabout way.  Plausible deniability is so important to him.

You putter around in your room at the Wet Wick as you go about your nightly routine. The occasional cheer or thud from below only accentuates your nervous energy, punctuating your reluctance to settle down and get into bed. You smooth the covers with your bandaged hands and fluff the pillow before extinguishing the lamplight. You tug the bedding up above your shoulders, fighting to get comfortable. As your eyelids finally start to droop, the flicker of a shadow catches your attention.   It dances and sways and bends and grows until suddenly it is right in front of you.  On top of you. Silken, blood red drips down onto your face, a knife gleam smile too close for comfort.  You breathe in a gasp, wondering if you should scream. “Vere, what–” “Shhh,” he coos, pressing a finger lightly to your lips.  His breath is hot against your skin. “I only came to keep you warm, pet.”

Heat Signature

“Poor thing.” Vere purrs.  “Your lips are so cold.”  He leans ever closer, his mouth hot over yours–hovering.  His other hand reaches for your face as well, nails trailing against your cheek in a teasing caress.

You feel even the thought of being cold leave your body, replaced instead by the unusual thrill he commands, that strange enthralling sway.

That heat you’ve come to associate with Vere; sweet tendrils of want that nestle in your bloodstream.

You squirm a little, though you can’t move much with him looming over you.

(You should probably do more to protest his intrusion into your room, you think to yourself, though, the majority of you is–curious, daresay even far too eager to–)

“Whatever trouble did you get up to that left you in such a state?”

At this you scoff, tilting your head back into the pillow and effectively knocking Vere’s finger from your lips.  

“As if you don’t know,” you accuse.

Vere looks entirely unperturbed by you shaking him off, his lithe fingers traveling freely along the newly displayed skin of your throat, making your pulse jump.

Vere chuckles at that, dark and silky.

“Being tight lipped about your adventures, hm?”  He angles your face just so, ensuring you meet his sharp eyes, his nose brushing up against yours.  “Not that it matters.  It so happens I do know what you’ve been up to.  Trespassing in places that don’t belong to you.”

“...It was an abandoned building.  I don’t think it really belonged to anyone.”

“And that’s where you’d be wrong,” Vere says, “everything in this city belongs to someone, darling.  You just don’t know what belongs to who yet.”  He peers down at you with laughter in his expression, though there's a distinct edge to it that you can't quite place.

“So, you're here because that building belongs to you...?”

“Hmm, amongst other things.  However shall I make you apologize to me for this most egregious offense?”  He asks airily, shifting until he’s beside you rather than perched over you, resting his cheek in his hand and letting his eyes slip closed. He's the absolute picture of unbothered leisure.  

(You’re not fooled–he’s simply waiting for you to let your guard down before he pounces.)

You open your mouth to deny any debts on your part (though, if your ghost hunting spot was indeed Vere’s hideout, you really do feel guilty) but Vere cuts you off before you can speak.

“Alas, I suppose it’s not mine anymore.  Within a week it will reek of wet dogs and cheap booze. It's a lost cause now that those drooling reprobates know it's inhabitable.  A pity.  By Eridia's standards it really was divine in its heyday.  Good wine, music, dancing.  There was this portrait artist who would paint the performances…”

His tone remains light as he reminisces.  But the look he pins you with is dangerous: his eyes gleaming bright, his canines bared in an irreverent grin.

“I had such hopes and dreams of reviving the place myself.  Some of the dances were very scandalous.  You never did share with me your stance on dancing, did you?”

You stumble out an approximate answer.  It’s…harmless information to give, isn’t it?

Though, judging by how pleased Vere looks, you wonder if you should have refused to say.  He looks positively wicked as he ponders your answer aloud.  “Oh, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of talents to share.  In another life, perhaps I'd have put you on stage.  Though, I admit.  I find myself partial to a private show.”

And–as expected–the moment you let your guard down, he's in your space again, crowding you.  Heat and proximity and the softest brush of his lips against yours, light enough to send a thrill down your spine, curiosity and a want so deep it surprises you.

“Well?”  He purrs.  “Care to audition?”

You can't hide behind the excuse of supernatural sway or charm or the thrall of hypnotic sunglo eyes.  It's not Vere's power that controls you. It's your own gnawing desire; starvation and longing that draws you to him despite all sense.

Kissing Vere is heady.  Dizzying.  

Kissing Vere is like being in conversation with Vere–a constant of giving and taking, being chased after and running to keep up.  It’s enticing and alluring and decadent and never quite enough, over too soon even as you feel yourself losing air, the rush of blood and sensation threatening to overwhelm you.

He gives a parting nip to your bottom lip as he pulls away.

Then another one, playful, to your jaw.

When he presses his face into the side of your neck, you expect him to bite again.

What you don’t expect is for him to nuzzle into you, inhaling deeply before heaving a great sigh, his tail flopping lazily to land across you with a thump.

He’s officious as he rearranges the covers, ensuring your arms are tucked carefully away from him before he’s willing to fully settle into the bedding, pulling the blankets up around the both of you like a den.  He hums something low in his chest as he tucks himself up alongside you, long tail curled around your waist. 

It’s rhythmic–

purring.

And it’s…soothing, actually.

The weight of him, the warmth.  The incessant lamplight of the Amaryllis District, shining ever present through your window, is dim–tolerable, even, courtesy of Vere's magnificent shadow manipulations and the blankets sheltering you. 

The constant noise seems to fade away as well, obscured by the sound of purring. “Falling asleep when you have me in your bed, pet?  You really do try your luck…”

[fugobeetles]

I finished the Spider-man/Deadpool comic today and I have so many screenshots my little freaks

Some spideypool to get us through these trying times

Plus a little spidey I love him

(All from the Spider-man/Deadpool run :3 )

[lorephobic]

literally nobody asked for it, but here's my list of saltburn essays that i've slowly been drafting over the course of the last week which WILL be required reading for anybody trying to engage with me about this movie. my very personal saltburn 101 syllabus just dropped

A Wolf in Deer's Clothing: Saltburn's Attempt at Innocence

an examination of party costumes and our character's last attempts to masquerade as something they're not: felix—an angel, all-forgiving and all-knowing, something to be worshiped; and oliver—a prey animal, prey to class-divide, prey to saltburn, prey to felix.

thoughts about oliver specifically are loosely organized in my #bambi tag

A Midsummer Night's Mare: Farleigh Start as the Ultimate Victim of Saltburn

a farleigh character study, about the ways he was mistreated and manipulated at saltburn, about fighting to stay alive and the scars left behind by knowing when to give in

alternatively titled "QuickStart", may be adapted into a conclusive essay specifically focusing on oliver and farleigh's relationship

The Eye of the Beholder: On Saltburn's Voyeurism & Violence [working title]

how wealth and class pushes the catton's toward the volatile reality of being able to look, but not touch. on desire and the lack thereof, and portraying yourself as an object to be desired

may end up as two separate essays on wealth and aestheticism but i'm pushing toward a conclusive essay about the intersection of the two, which i feel is at the heart of saltburn

alternatively titled "Poor Man's Pudding: A Melvillian Approach to Saltburn's Class", again, may be adapted into it's own essay

Gender-Fluid: A Study in Sexuality and Saltburn's Desire to be Dry

a deep dive into the bodily fluids of saltburn and how oliver upsets the standard of men who are just so lovely and dry. on the creative choice to lean into the messy wetness of sex and desire and the audience's instinct toward repulsion

a celebration of the grotesque and an examination of why we would label it as such

least developed of the four, heavily inspired by @charnelpit's lovely post about the fluids in saltburn

if anybody is actually interested in any of these, i can work toward something closer to a finished piece instead of just bullet points and quotes in a google doc, but mostly this is so i can share my very brief takes on a multitude of themes in saltburn that have been haunting me

edit for people seeing this in the future: all posts about my essays are being organized into my #saltburn 101 tag if you’re interested in following these through to development!

[bethanysmiled]

I wanted to share this dream my close friend had about me. It filled me with a haunting sadness, but a sense of genuine love as well.

[whosthere54]

It’s time for prison duo and promise rings chat.

Ignore the fact that I included the things in this I’m still in denial /lh/j

It’s not the best but I hope you enjoy reading it anyways <3

-=+=-

<Sherbertquake> Hey, are you busy?

<Centross> No, not at the moment. Why?

<Sherbertquake> I had something I wanted to show you. Meet me up on the Ice above your house?

<Centross> I’ll be there.

They sighed, putting their communicator back in their pocket and running a hand through their messy hair.

“It’ll be fine, yeah?” The things all murmured in agreement, some giving encouragement and some fueling their anxiety. Torn as always.

They reached into their other pocket to fidget with the ring.

“It’s just a promise, I don’t know why I’m so worried about it…” they mumble, pulling the ring out and turning it over in their hands.

It turned out okay. Better than they’d expected actually. They had a lot of time to make it as nice as possible in the world-port, but you can only do so much with Obsidian.

The ring itself was made out of obsidian, winding around some of the old Crystal shards from their wings. One Amethyst and one Gold. They were able to chip it down to make it look decent, though there were still rough edges. The things just said it made it better, clearly handmade. Others said it gave it ✨personality✨ or whatever that’s supposed to mean. The things particularly enjoyed the carving left on the inside, as if he’d even notice it.

“My Soul”

They’d thought about what to put in there a lot, bounding ideas off the empty corridors of the worldport before landing on that one.

They shook the doubts out of their head for the moment taking a breath and putting the ring back in their pocket. They grab their rockets and take off, taking a moment to ground themselves in the feeling of the cool evening air against their face, the feeling of flight sadly unfamiliar after their time in the worldport.

They landed on the snow, their landing now messy despite how much they’d worked to perfect it again. They heard the distant noise of rockets, and turned just as Centross landed beside them. Dark purple with bones rattling against each other as he landed.

“Hey Ic” He lightly hits their arm.

“Hi” they laugh softly batting his hand away. “Just wanted to show you somethin. You got rockets?” They pull their own back out as he nods.

“Okay. We’re gonna head straight…” they turn to face the edge of the mountain. “This way.” They point to where the sun was just visible beyond the horizon.

They fly for a bit, silence between them as they just breathe. Eventually, they reach another snowy area. They landed in an area they’d cleared beforehand. It was nothing fancy, the things suggested a lot of options but they’d agreed on stargazing. They’d set up just a small blanket, lanterns lighting up a small patch creating an area not covered in snow.

Soon enough, they’d settled down on the blanket. Just talking about anything and everything. It was nice, peaceful. It made them almost forget about the anxiety that caused their hands to continue to shake.

After a particularly long moment of calm silence, they say up, turning to him. “I did promise there was a reason I pulled you out here”

Centross smiled, “Oh what, it wasn’t just cause you wanted to spend time with me”

They laugh softly shaking their head. “It’s not like that, you know that.” They fidgeted with their gloves anxiously for a moment before they continued speaking.

“Look, I don’t know how I’m going to say any of this so bear with me okay?” They smile softly. “First, I want to preface this by saying you don’t have to take it. I’m not going to blame you if you don’t want it.”

The things scold them a moment, keeping themselves optimistic.

“With that said,” They pull out the ring from their pocket. “I do want to make a promise.” They fidget with the ring a moment before continuing.

“I don’t want to make this a big thing. I just made this because I thought it would be nice to have a physical reminder that I’m not going anywhere.”

They pause a moment, “You don’t have to take it, this isn’t something I want to force on you or anything like that and it’s not a long term commitment of any kind, no strings attached. It’s just a promise that I care, that you’re “my person” or something like that. That I’m not leaving no matter how much you want to get rid of me.”

They keep their eyes cast down, fidgeting with their hands and not once looking at Centross. After a moment, he carefully takes their hands in his. He lightly squeezed them taking the promise ring out of their hand to look at it before smiling moving to cup his hand against their face, leaning so their foreheads were pressed together.

“You’re an idiot, y’know that?” He murmurs softly, flipping the ring over in his hands again. He runs his finger lightly over the carving on the inside with a soft smile. “And a sap.”

They laugh, muttering a quiet “shut up” moving so their forehead was resting lightly against his shoulder. He hummed softly, moving to put the ring on his hand before carding fingers lightly through their hair.

They sit in silence for a bit, laying against each-other like that.

“You know I meant it when I said you are never alone, friend.” He murmured against their hair. “That’s not goin’ anywhere. I’m not goin’ anywhere Feather.” He laughs softly, “sadly, you’re stuck with me.”

They laughed with him.

They weren’t going to be alone. Not with him, not anymore. They were safe. His arms wrapped around them keeping them grounded, keeping them here.

With him they felt like they could be a person again. They could at-least try to be, if not for themselves for him.

After all, he doesn’t deserve a ghost.

-=+=-

Wow I really did make myself watch taking it down and cry while writing this. It’s fineee.

Hope you enjoy, make sure to drink some water, eat some food, take a break, and take any meds if you need to! You are loved <3

[extravagav]

AND WE JUST DONT TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!?!!????

[sunniques]

cheolgyu anon is bacckkk I fear I lowk ate with that ask

I love your stepdad cheol series (and every other work lbr)so fucking much you truly match my freak

could you pls pls pls expand on the cheolgyu bc there is a criminal lack of cheolgyu in caratblr??? also I am insane for these men

OMG YAY YOU’RE BACKKK (you need to become an official sunniques anon because you did eat!) so glad you like my works and i hope we keep matching each other’s freak for a long time <3 and i will expand on cheolgyu x reader bc they’re my two ult biases in svt and i am also insane for them 🛐

cw: spicy links under the cut

okay, but cheolgyu is definitely the type to wreck you (for visual aide purposes) together.

they’ll make you fall apart on their fingers, cooing and laughing at how wet you get. they make a mess out of you, but that’s only to prep you for their mouths. like i can definitely see them eating you out at the same time. they’ll force your legs open and messily slurp and suckle on your wet pussy until you’re squirting all over their faces. neither of them stop until you’re crying from the overstimulation.

then, they both take you at the same time because once they see you fall apart for them, they become addicted to it. mingyu would be the sweeter one of the two, but it never lasts because he loves how tight you get around his cock when he’s mean. seungcheol is no different. he loves how wet and hot your cunt feels when he calls you a cockhungry slut. he especially loves how you fuck yourself back on their cocks because you’re just as insatiable as they are.

they’re the type to use you all night because they know it’s what you want. you let them fuck your mouth, ass, and pussy as much as they please. being their little fuck doll feels so good, and it feels even better when they completely baby you afterwards.

they’re the sweetest men alive, and they make sure you know that they belong to you.

[grayseas-art]

these two make me so ill,,, mustve caught a jitterbug 🤭

[karamazovanon]

saw this post and remembered that i had this sitting in my folder so. take it

[hermanunworthy]

CHOOSE UR CHARACTER!

tysm for 100 followers!! i decided to finally solidify my hermie designs and make a fun little reference sheet of sorts w all of them!

(update this is so old now and ive made quite a few changes to my hermie designs since this agkdj)

[nightcolorz]

the first kill is always hard (ofmd s2 spoilers)

Ed is seeing someone who he fell in love with bcus of his bold challenging perspective on piracy loose the essence of what made him so compelling and relatable to him in the first place. Stede is foppish and weak and sensitive and he cries all the time and likes to pick flowers, but he’s also a pirate, and that’s why Blackbeard wanted to meet him so badly. Stede gave him the hope that maybe there r ways to exist as a pirate, as a man, in a way that isn’t violent or abusive, or adhering to a toxic culture. And then Ed sees Stede succumb to the toxic culture, adhere to its standards, and abandon what made him so refreshing and hopeful in the first place for the sake of embracing the abusive system that Ed is trying to break away from.

Stede has been bullied all his life and, despite his confidence and boldness as the gentleman pirate, he is so deeply insecure. He’s terrified of bullying, he’s terrified of shame, he just wants to be Good Enough. And after “ruining” the greatest pirate in history he’s even more desperate to prove himself as worth something, or prove at least that he belongs, that he is a pirate. So of course he kills Ned, even when he feels sick and hes scared and he knows he doesn’t want to, knows that’s not him. Despite this he does it, bcus that’s what a pirate captain would do. That’s the expectation, every pirate has a first kill. If he’s a pirate he should adhere to this. He’s scared and he’s sensitive and he doesn’t like killing, so he pushes it away, pushes it far far away and plays the tough pirate captain who made someone walk the plank, embraces the attention and the persona. (Not the best at talking it through are we Stede) And Ed’s going in the opposite direction, he’s throwing his leathers away, discovering what he enjoys and who he is when he’s not the tough pirate he performs as. They want different things oh nooo.

No wonder they broke up 😭

[luminique]

I know you’re on a lighter kick currently (and honestly I cannot blame you, 10/10 boyfailure) but I was wondering, do you have any Wriothesly worms you’d like to share? Just anything that’s passed your mind recently, whether it be fluffy or angsty. I hope you’ve been doing alright, thank you so much!

- 🛞 anon (I was the one who sent in the nosebleed ask once aaa, eventually I might just make my own blog for my personal worms)

OUSGAJAVKSHS I LOVE HIM I MISS HIM COME BACK HOME WRIO 😞 thank you so much for this 🛞 anon !! i will definitely eat up anything lighter related if you decide to make your own blog 🙂‍↕️

i saw art a while back of wrio having slicked back hair but the wolf ears looking part of his hair was sticking out and it had me giggling, kicking my feet. no matter how hard he tries, it just WONT go down and i think it makes him really cute.

maybe you were invited to go see a play at the opera epiclese, so dressing your best is expected. as you both get ready, all that’s left for him was his hair. he tries gelling it down but then the little wolf ears pop right back up. ‘hmm… not enough gel?’ so he applies a bit more but it still doesn’t work. so he asks you for help and you’re telling him to sit down so that you could comb back his hair and apply the gel but it doesn’t seem to want to stay down. every time you smooth it down, it just pops right back up.

he’s frustrated but also pouting a little, basically giving up on smoothing down his hair. you reassure him that his usual style looks good anyways and you help him out a little to style it how he normally does. slowly, his demeanor goes back to usual. from a stressed puppy to an excited husky, both of you are finally ready to head out and enjoy the performance.

[getonite]

sigh, tis the last episode of kuro saturday... i had the screenshots lined up for a while, i watched it hours ago, i just didn't put them up cuz i was busy. but ANYWAY, public school arc ep 11!! — s*baciel dni

THE BACKGROUNDS THIS EP WAS PHENOMENAL, LIKE HOLY SHIT??? LOOK AT THIS BRO???

when he came on the screen so did i.

AWWWW MY BABY'S SO SMARTTT!!! also, agni was in this episode, i was so fucking nice to see him (iykyk), i just forgot to screenshot it lmfao. the way they're looking at him is funny asf tho

its not purring its HOWLING!!! WTF??? THE GLASSES THE LITTLE EYEBROWS ON THE SECOND PIC?? IM LITERALLY ON ALL FOURS MEOWING RN PLS SEBASTIAN

girl same.

BWAHHWAHAHUAURRHT F IT FINALLY GOT ANIMATED LMFAO

HEYYYY!! throwbacks to BoM and BoA!!!

UNDERTAKER WET?? please don't look at the camera like that, im as wet as your hair rn.

anytime any fucking place.

oh wow. so subtle.

no words, just this.

AYYY THE NEXT ARCCC

since yana's going on a haitus, im probably going to re-read the manga and catch up on parts i missed or technically didn't read lmfao. i desperate the emerald witch arc will animated in some timeeee, but ill settle for this rn lol