#》verse: hope is blue

[lalunanymph]

⌦ bloodhound

⌖ shidou ryusei x fem!reader

tw. violence, blood, petnames, PDA bc shidou is a hellion like that, mentions of drugs, mentions of illegal activity, barely edited bc this was written in like half an hour DFGHJK

⌁ this is for you bby @katasstrophy mwah <33 ur tag gt me thinking many, many thoughts......

"I'm going to squash you like a bug under my toe."

Ryusei's taunts aren't anything new in the ring, but this close, you swore you could smell the bloodlust coming from him.

His bare abs flex and pulse under the clinical fluorescent light as he circles his latest opponent (victim, really), looking for the right moment to strike; the right chink in the armour to devour them whole.

Keeping up with his theme of scaring off every man before they had a chance to take a swipe at him, he plasters on a manic grin, one which made the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

In the ring, Shidou Ryusei was known as the demonic bloodhound. His opponents were wary of his unwavering stamina, acute hits and bullying taunts. Above all? They were scared shitless of his inexplicable ability to sniff out a man's weakness in a few minutes.

Not everybody could rise above his level—a Platinum—and he was one of the best bets any bored devil could root for.

You felt them behind you, in the shadows, humming like ants in your bloodstream.

Waiting for your lover to make the first move. To effortlessly win them some easy coke cash for the night.

Assuming his favourite front stance, he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, a teasing smile tugging his lips as he goads the other man. It works.

The poor asshole's nostrils flare, and he charges without thinking—right into Ryusei's trap.

One swift roundhouse kick, a grapple and a deft movement which involved a blistering series of side kicks later, his opponent crashed into the opposing cage wall, completely out cold.

The silent crowd erupts in cheers, and Shidou jeers at his unconscious competition, tongue caught between his teeth and manic pink eyes circling the crowd. Searching for you.

He finds you and you find him again, arms vining tightly around his neck, his sturdy arms lifting you up for your thighs to hitch around his narrow waist. A smear of blood is on his cheek and his knuckles are split from Blue Lock's ruthless anti-protection gear rule.

It was protocol—every fighter worth his salt had to man up and face potential debilitating injuries head on. Thankfully for you, Shidou is not as beaten up as before, though you can't say the same for the other man being wheeled out into the medic bay.

"Did you see me?" he rasped, and in front of the entire crowd, grips your ass cheeks, kneading them with sure hands. "That third punch was for you, baby girl. I made it hurt a bit more—all dopamine and shit. Good stuff just for you, doll face."

"I did, Ryu, I did. I'm so proud of you." He grins and practically sucks your lips with his, kissing you with no hesitation; uncaring for the numerous voyeuristic eyes drinking in both your passion for the other.

"Say that again," he mumbles, and you don't have to look down to find his cock half-hard pressed right at your quivering entrance. "Say it, angel face. Say it again."

The desperation coating his tone makes your stomach flip and you fight back a moan when he starts to snap his hips up, impatient to have you. "I'm proud," you manage to whimper. "S-so proud of you, Ryu."

"That's my girl."

You try not to let your worry show and dampen the mood. Putting on a bright grin, your shaky fingers touch his cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss. And another. And one more before he brings you into the locker room for you to tend to his wounds nicely.

Those kisses which spoke volumes of the reassurance that he would be safe and sound by your side for one more day.

© lalunanymph.

[woozi]

for @aceofvernons

[louismygf]

2022 louie wrapped 🫂

favorite song on walls - fearless

favorite song on fitf - lucky again or att or waoyf or ooms or or or

favorite fitf single - out of my system

favorite music video - bigger than me

most played song on spotify by louis - kill my mind (lifetime), bigger than me (6 months), all this time (4 weeks)

louis life lesson - always have hope. trust your gut & follow your heart (also, when following your heart, dont be afraid to make mistakes). be brave.

favorite louis lyric - time can always heal you, if you let it make its way into your bones (fitf)... otb lyrics still at my top though! specifically it's a solo song and it's only for the brave (walls)

favorite louis outfit - SOOO many. love me to death and longer hoodie, pleasure is pain cardigan, green dork sweater, purple hydrogen tee, pittsburgh 😇, F1 fila sweater, 28op black turtleneck & this..., but i feel like giving attention to this outfit :)

favorite live performance - THE FIRST PERFORMANCE OF BIGGER THAN ME, LIVE FROM MILAN, WAS INSANE ACTUALLY!!!!!!!!!!!

live favorite tour show - girl. all three nights of ltwt22: mexico city (n1 got me locked out of twitter, n2- just full on fun and complete chaos and n3......... perfection)

tagged by @throughmycigarette 🫶🏽

tagging @daffodilsfortomorrow @faithinlouisfuture @louis-in-red @letthisbeyourgreatest @polaroidplanets @28-quetzal @milf-louis @fruitylouis @sheisbeautyweareworldass @firstsummer

[froggomcgee]

Given the fact that lesser restoration doesn't fix Imogen's blueness, I cannot wait to see how the Hells react when it doesn't work

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Pink verse Ccino Sans. (Marshmallow)

*inhales*

I love him!?? Like I didn't expect to love him so much, but dam I do!

Meet Marshmallow, my perfect fluffy boy.

Marshmallow makes the kind of cute aesthetic drinks you see on tiktok.

His café is covered in kawaii decorations.

He's deeply in love with Nightmare

Is a soft boy, but will easily kick your ass if he needs to

Talks to his cats more than people.

Has a lot of colourful plasters for 'cat scratches'

@yuriyuruandyuraart I blame you for this! I wish I could draw in your cute style, but I still love this boy so much!!

@harmonytre-art since they are collecting the designs! <3

Original ccino belongs to black-nyanko

[fawltyhotelowner]

Closed RP with @the-expatriate

If Basil hadn’t done a double take, he would’ve thought the person standing in his hotel was some rebellious youth. Blue hair, ear piercings, whatever passed for a casual outfit these days…she was a mess.

But still, she had some suitcases with her. So like it or not, it was his job to take care of her. Customer service wise, of course.

He blinked hard, forcing himself to stop ogling her. “Good…Good afternoon, madam,” he said with some difficulty. “What can I do for you?” Perhaps directions to the nearest hairdresser?

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

@guardianofyesod

[regensia]

@sciass​​

     Another day off, at least this time free of Tareo, though it didn’t really mean much in the end for the former hero hunter. It wasn’t like he had plans, or friends to really make plans with anyways. So it was spent much like before – wandering the city, just checking things out, filling his time a bit uselessly, nothing particularly productive now that he hadn’t a real goal to commit himself to like before. It was boring, and worse yet, thoroughly unfulfilling. 

     There was a figure up ahead, one that was becoming familiar much to Garou’s chagrin, of a man who bore a flannel, ball cap, and shopping bag, as well as a clear desperation to be left alone. Not that he was about to go out of his way to greet the other, maybe a nod if King noticed him at all, but it seemed someone – or something else hadn’t gotten the memo. More remnants of the monster association as it slunk out of the alleyway near the S-class hero, soon unfolding itself to its full size, something scaly and easily twice the height of King. Now that was something fun to watch, maybe to see the techniques of the rather reserved man, so Garou stood by patiently. Even if he wasn’t really a fighter at the moment, old habits would die hard. 

     Except... King wasn’t moving. Outside of the King Train that echoed down the street, the guy wasn’t doing much of anything except standing there, apparently frozen. It was a weird technique, the martial artist thought to himself, but yellow gaze followed the monster’s movements. Experience told him that King wasn’t going to move, and briefly he wondered if the other was like Saitama, mostly untouchable save for that scar, but he knew it wasn’t the truth given that scratch he had gotten the other day...

     It didn’t even register to Garou how he himself had burst into action, sprinting and closing the gap between himself and the hero, placing himself between King and the monster to parry the clawed blow so it went harmlessly wide. A flurry of precise punches rained down on the creature, hardly now a match for him, before it merely recoiled, fell down, and shuddered. This wasn’t the cool climactic fight or anything like he had been anticipating to witness, so he whipped around to face the other, tone accusatory.

     “What the hell was that!?”

[jeoseungsaja]

Random fact about Jae-Hwan: He has an oversized denim jacket that’s all decorated with different patches he deems ‘funny’ or ‘relatable’. 

[always-together]

@gemsandmore liked for a Halloween starter! (It’s good to see you again friend! With Ced I’m sure this is going to be very interesting 😁)

“Hello there, Ced! I hope you’ve been doing well for yourself. Happy Halloween!”

Garnet greeted the male Gem with a smile, holding up a hand for him to high-five her. That done, she adjusted her glasses.

“Got any plans for celebrating, like mischief or giving out candy? I’ll be happy to help, as long as things don’t get too out of hand.”

Considering everything she had seen and experienced about Ced so far, what he had planned was a complete guess. Even with her future vision.

[more-than-a-princess]

@despairfiles​ asked:  “  there’s so many freaks and weirdos these days  ” there, have one from Van Helsing

Perfect Blue sentence starters - No Longer Accepting!

As much as Princess Sonia of Novoselic had heard about London, the endless clouds of smoke, the even more endless rain, it was the first day since she'd stepped off the train at King's Cross (recently opened as London's grandest station) that there wasn't a single dark cloud in the sky. Smoke and rain alike had made way for sunshine. Even more conveniently, it was a day of respite from the ongoing vampire talks, giving her the chance to explore her new, albeit temporary, home away from home on foot (and with her ladies maid beginning the first of many, many errands and many, many purchases to shipped home, at her family's request).

So why did he feel he needed to ruin it?

It had been, after all, her idea: mostly, anyway. It had partly come from His Majesty himself, wide-eyed and cunning, muttering it to her over tea in the Marquis Renfield's sitting room. Two royals with two different pasts and two different sets of circumstances, but His Majesty Delacroix II (though she'd taken to calling him 'Delly' in private like many others) had seemingly become restless in the long debates and presentations as well (though he'd assured her he'd listened to most of her own presentation regarding the Kingdom of Novoselic's efforts in understanding and embracing vampires and their culture). When she'd asked, in hushed whispers over a cup of darjeeling, where she needed to explore first, he'd grinned and insisted upon the airship docks that lined the River Thames. And Princess Sonia of Novoselic had looked into a pair of eager golden eyes and, well, there was simply no other alternative.

After all, it was precisely the sort of place her parents would have forbade her visiting in the first place: colorful tents, grifters, auction houses and casinos, it was the sort of place where people were easily parted from their money and all sorts of exciting, debaucherous things unfolded. In short: Sonia was fascinated, her own expression now rather matching Delly's as she clutched her parasol in her hands. Clad in a promenade dress of buttercup yellow silk and plenty of white lace trim and bows, she and Delly had assured the Marquis, before he'd stepped out of the Piccadilly mansion on the way to his gentleman's club, that the two young royals would simply take a stroll through Mayfair, perhaps a park or two, and indulge in a pot of tea somewhere respectable. An outing that was agreed upon, as long as they took Delly's guard at least: the King of Vampires had the appearance of a child and therefore would not suit as an appropriate chaperone to the Princess, and it would be a source of great shame indeed if a visiting royal, and new favorite of Queen Victoria (for her own interests, naturally), found herself in trouble without being properly looked after.

Unfortunately, it was the guard in question who brought along trouble: multiple guns and a sour disposition, now with words to match.

"Freaks and weirdos?" Sonia questioned with a pout. Delly had pointed in the direction of a tent selling a sweet that looked like fluffy cotton and when Sonia had incorrectly thought it to be a textile, he'd run off in order to purchase some to enjoy (but not before he'd generously allow her to taste it, complete with a small huff of annoyance). That left Princess Sonia in the sole company of one Mr. Abraham Van Helsing, someone who seemed very much inclined to say as little as possible to her. And everyone else.

"But they're performers! Look at them all...goodness, I had no idea someone could bend like that!" She exclaimed, nodding to one young man as discreetly as possible who had clasped his hands together and twisted them in a circle around his body in a way she couldn't fathom until now. Another, in thick white greasepaint and black circles around his eyes, said nothing at all but used his gestures, his hands, to communicate silly stories to a raucous audience. Further down the docks a young woman sang and danced, others hawked their handicrafts, and even more set up games of chance and egged passersby on to participate. "It's the first warm and sunny day since the official talks have begun and we're fortunate enough for those to be in recess at present! So it is fate, then, to make this day an enjoyable and happy one."

The liveliness was a welcome contrast to debates, to shame, to even justifying previous prejudiced behavior based on various recorded incidents throughout history that shamed vampires and humans alike. Beside her, at the long table at Buckingham Palace, Sonia had noticed Delly wince, grimace, and finally let his haughty exterior falter as sorrow emerged, some of the attendees detailing the deaths of his parents in particular. Back at the Marquis' mansion, she'd offered to have a pot of tea brewed and simply keep him company, but he'd taken Sisi and locked himself in his room for the rest of the evening and hadn't turned a corner until they'd conspired to bend the rules a bit. And she wouldn't stand for his guard (friend? perhaps?) to put a damper on things.

"And besides, he's having fun, and with Sisi back in Piccadilly at that," She beamed, nodding to the vampire leader in question who emerged from the stand with each hand filled with fairy floss on two paper cones: one pink, one blue, and clearly intending to keep both for himself after graciously allowing the princess to try them. "Surely that must be worth the dockside crowd you find so odd, Mr. Van Helsing."

[grievedifferent]

❝ ... ❞ the blue spirit says little, but there is a kindred fire that has drawn them into mutual circumstances. their master, as kind as he is, has a tendency to see things despite his poor vision; what he sees, he then shows. he does not tell, not often, and the blue spirit has come to accept this, just in the same way their master accepted him. unmasked, barren and scarred, and forgiven of whatever trespasses this mortal coil has placed upon him. 

      ❝ the demon, ❞ he croaks, voice hoarse, ❝ what do you know of it? ❞

night is coming, and the moon is full tonight. somehow, he feels powerless. his swords feel heavier. he needs the sun, but the blue spirit only comes out at night. in the light of day, he is nowhere to be found. ❝ we’re getting close. ❞ // * @sunforms​ 

[autistic-ranboo]

HEY, WOULD YOU LIKE A LITTLE WHOLESOME HC NOW? i was thinking about anthropomorphic Yogurt (Fundy's fox) and it just occurred me that yogurt could, as wilbur's grandson, have a pretty nice relation with ghostbur and really like to spend time with his "dead granddad". He could be very scared of wilbur because of that and would hold on to and take care very good care of Friend, until friend passes away and joins ghostbur at limbo. -Sugar (still sad about your "wilbur and mumza" reply)

"oh, you're alivebur's grandson!"

yogurt's standing beside a small train track, tail swishing across the yellow line that warns him not to walk into the track. his dad had told him all about proper safety, and he was good at following the rules. but as he heard a voice suddenly speak to him from behind, it took all of his composure not to jump and fall.

"who's there?" he asks, looking around. his eyes lock on a yellow sweater and a blue sheep, approaching from down the platform. it almost looks like his granddad, if his granddad was younger and happier and less sad.

"oh, right, you probably don't know me," the figure says. "i'm ghostbur! i'm like your other granddad, sort of!"

yogurt is confused. another granddad? this one looks to young to be a granddad, although he's slowly developing laugh lines around his eyes. but yogurt's father has raised a polite young man, so he smiles and holds out his hand.

"i'm yogurt soot," he says. "it's very nice to meet you."

"you don't need to be so formal, have some blue," ghostbur says, holding out a soft lump of blue fluff that feels wonderful in yogurt's hands. "you can use it to put your sad in."

"i'm not sad, though," yogurt says. ghostbur's expression changes, just slightly, but yogurt can feel the weight of years in it.

"everyone is sad eventually," ghostbur says. "the world is a sad place sometimes. keep it for when you have a bad day."

yogurt nods.

he's laying in his bed, listening to the soft sounds of the night outside.

ah. a dream then, he assumes. but then he reaches out one soft paw and finds a lump of blue fluff, shimmering slightly in the dark.

[autobotmedic]

[ well that was a Wild Ride in which my prediction that ratch would probably not be featured much turned out to be ‘only shown briefly in a few crowd shots, doesnt get a snippet in the final battle, and has no lines’

[luffys]

If I'm crazy, I'm on my own If I'm waitin', it's on my throne If I sound lazy, just ignore my tone 'Cause I'm always gonna answer when you call my phone like, 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUD (@wonderwomans)!

[tocontinue]

"Friends are connected by their souls, ya can't just rise away somethin' out that's deeply instilled in your soul."

"Mom's Making Stew Tonight!" Sentence Starters [Still accepting!]

   —"...I hope you're right..."

   The poor kid looks... a little bummed. It's a little hard to explain, and that usually goes double for the tournament grounds, given how foreign robotics is to most of its contestants. The whole concept of 'losing friends' hits a little (a lot) too close to home for him in more ways than one.

   "I dunno. Fighting all those Robot Masters I knew was bad enough. Then most of them got decommissioned. Their expiration dates are set in stone, but..."

   He lets out a sigh. That's a lot of brothers, sisters, and friends stuffed away in the museum, who he'll never see again. Unless, of course, some villain goes and revives them for another war...

   "...I hope I still have them in my... soul, I guess." If he even has one of those. "I miss them a lot."