#꒰ ♡ ꒱ love ╱ musing ◞

[roseatedesire]

💕 — Muse's Little Demon Set

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[caffeineheroes]

"The Song of Achilles" animatic - Just a Man

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[gutspillgirlie]

i shouldn't have to question your love for me. i shouldn't have to question that when the eyes of others fall upon you, you will usher them away. why do you make me question it? in fact, why aren't you telling me everything about every single person you talk to, so i know who i need to be wary of? if you disobey me you know i'll have to leash you and train you to be mine and only mine. get that through your head, princess. you're mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine.

[azure-faye]

smth smth daydreaming abt soft noncon ♡

// t.w. – noncon, forced overstimulation, implied dacryphilia, amab yandere, gender neutral darling (no parts described)

nsfw under the cut

the soft sort of noncon where they kiss away your tears (aren’t you just the prettiest little cry baby ever, huh?), their bullying cock drawing out another unwanted orgasm. you squeak out strangled little no, no, nonono ‘s too much, stop, stop, stop, i can’t—but they just coo in response, almost seeming to speed up, hips snapping a little to rough against yours and—ah, isn’t it so nice? i’m making you feel so good, right? if i wasn’t, you wouldn’t be this wet, would you? Hm? Aww, you can’t? You can’t take it anymore? Too bad, because I have a lot more to give, darling. and they mock you so sweetly, rocking against you so gently. how could this be anything more then a lover being… a tad bit overindulgent? you can’t blame me, right darling? you’re just too cute ♡

i mean, sure, they laugh when you push them away, or turn when you turn your head away from them as they try to kiss you. aren’t you just so shy? it’s okay darling, it’s okay, it’s okay, i can go slow but I’m definitely not stopping.

just… noncon that doesn’t leave any physical marks because of how unrelentingly soft it was, and yet, feels all the more violating and degrading ♡

[pwurrz]

also on that note i have BIG feelings about how quincy probably thinks yakumo is one of the strongest members of the clan, mentally speaking, because yakumo still has it in him to be a kind, compassionate and open-hearted person despite everything he’s been through because.. quincy knows how hard that is. quincy knows what it’s like to be hated and feared, excluding from society for things beyond his control.

and he especially knows how hard it is to continue being a person that wears their heart on their sleeve, despite everything. quincy knows exactly how hard that is, and he knows damn well he wasn’t able to do it. the grief of losing his loved ones and then being ostracized by the community that once loved and raised him was too intense, so he closed himself off from the world. he protected his heart by putting on the facade of being an uncaring, nonchalant person for so long that he actually started to believe he had become that person.

even now, after all the new connections he’s formed and memories he’s made, it’s difficult for him to admit he cares deeply for the people around him, and that he’s afraid of losing them.

but yakumo?? yakumo somehow still manages to love the world with all his heart. he hasn’t allowed the way people have treated him to turn him bitter, if anything, he uses those experiences as reasons to treat the few loved ones he has with even more unwavering compassion.

yakumo, who’s self image is clouded by hatred and fear, a result of internalizing everything he’s been told throughout his life, wakes up every morning and chooses to be the sweet person he always has been. he chooses to treat everyone he meets with kindness, even strangers, even people who definitely don’t deserve it. despite knowing there’s a high chance he’ll face some kind of rejection, yakumo opens his heart to people time and time again.

sure, he may be quick to cry, but that’s only because he cares so deeply. his tears, and how often he sheds them are not signs of weakness; quite the opposite, in fact. it takes unbelievable amounts of strength to continue to be soft in a world that’s done nothing but try to hurt you. that softness is a choice, and it was in no way an easy one to make.

quincy might know that better than anyone.

[satirn]

chat im so cooked 😟

[lllunaverde]

Dilf tooru....i like to think he'd grow rougher on the edges, though the traces of his delicate features lingers between the evidence of aging. Mostly it's his skin, he's super attentive to his skin, still likely has the same routine in his youth. With how he's clearly more bulked up in that recent illustration, I imagine he'll continue being in his prime shape and he thinks it's good for him anyways. He permanently needs glasses by then, the one he has is rectangular and frameless. His hair is much thicker and sometimes untamed but he does go out to have it trimmed now and then. That bastard, urgh, we know he's so smug he doesn't have that receding hairline nor balding allegations. He does have stubble as well but he shaves it time to time. Some little scars etched from the years of doing so.

for you, hehe @hoetermadl

[nekrosdolly]

a silly little blurb (written on my phone)

a/n; if you don't own a hairdryer + hairspray, you do now. y'all are married. wrote this instead of sleeping, wesker is soft in this, sue me. set before the events of 1998, a few weeks prior.

thirty minutes. it's been thirty minutes and he still can't get his hair right.

albert looks down at his hands, covered in hair gel, then at his hair with a huff. this is the last thing he needs to do before he goes to work. he's in uniform for the most part, undershirt included, sans his blue button up and shoes.

on the bathroom counter lies a thin-tooth comb, also slathered with gel on the teeth. nothing has worked. his hair is so... flat. disappointing. soggy with too much hairgel and not enough hair to distribute it evenly.

you're asleep during all this, though the light seeping from the bathroom door hits your eyes and starts to rouse you.

he's never been so frustrated. genuinely frustrated.

"god damnit. i don't need this." he grumbles as he hastily cleans up the mess he's made of the bathroom. he's as quiet as can be, and yet you knock on the bathroom door anyway. he jumps- how did that startle him?

"baby?" you mumble, rubbing your face with one hand, "you alright? i heard cussing." you lean against the doorframe, heavy with sleep that lingers in your bones.

"fine, dear, really." he says over his shoulder, still in a crisis over his hair. really, he's not that old, how is his hair so thin already?

"m'kay. im coming in." you push the door open before he can protest, let alone hide his disaster of a hairdo. he accepts this minor defeat, half expecting you to say something about his hair when you walk in.

but you don't. you kiss his cheek and mumble a tired "good morning," before walking over to the sink to brush your teeth and start your day. he stares, puzzled as to why you're not seeing what he sees.

"morning, dear." he says quietly, grabbing his overshirt and shrugging it on as you finish up brushing your teeth. his fingers are still a bit slippery with hair gel as he fumbles with the white pearly buttons. wonderful, another frustrating thing. of course you notice.

"need help?" you look at him through the mirror as you're starting your skincare routine. you haven't even put on your cleanser yet and he's already struggling- again.

"that would be nice, thank you. it seems that my fingers have some leftover gel on them." he steps towards you as you turn to face him. your deft fingers make quick work of the buttons. you can definitely tell something is bugging him, but you're not sure what. his brows are furrowed as he watches you and holds your waist.

"your hair looks different." you glance up at the mop on his head, sodden with gel and shiny. he frowns. you withhold a giggle. he looks like a wet cat.

"believe me, i know." he grumbles, and you just can't help it. you chuckle and he furrows his eyebrows at you, his upper lip twitching.

"don't be such a sourpuss, hm?" you leave the top two buttons undone the way he likes and peck his frowning lips. he brings you in for a real kiss, one you've been anticipating. he always kisses you more when he's grumpy about something. he's less frustrated when you break the kiss, his frown less severe.

"how long until you need to be in?" you scope out the disaster on his head, taking a few oversaturated strands in hand to assess the damage.

"an hour, but i was hoping to go in early... why?" he glances at your hand, then at your contemplative expression.

"well, maybe i could fix your hair." you suggest. his frown disappears.

"are you sure, darling? i'd hate to waste your time."

"it's not waste." you grab a towel and drape it over his shoulders- no point in removing his work shirt after you spent time buttoning it for him. he can deal with a few wet patches here and there.

"right. so what am i doing to fix this," he gestures to his hair, "issue?" his eyes follow you as you walk to the shower and turn on the water to hot.

"stick your head under the faucet and rinse the gel out. we'll blow dry it and go from there." he's less excited now. the last thing he wants to do is drench his uniform, but if you say it'll help...

reluctantly, he ducks his head under the faucet after removing his glasses and groans quietly at the uncomfortable feeling of water dripping down his neck. you come beside him to work the water through his hair and rinse away the sticky hair gel.

"darling." he's complaining, gripping the towel around his shoulders and you smile to yourself at the sight.

"alright, alright. i think it's out." you shut off the faucet and wring out the remaining water from his hair the best you can.

"thank god." he mutters under his breath, drying his hair off with the towel while you grab the blow dryer, a cylindrical hair brush, and a wide-tooth comb. you plug the appliance in and sit on the sink's countertop, gesturing for him to come closer and kneel down. he does as you ask, resting his head on your thigh.

you brush through his hair with the wide-tooth comb first. occasionally, he presses a kiss or two two the inside of your thigh, something he's doing to show appreciation. you try not to think about how good he looks on his knees in favor of staying focused on the task at hand; helping your husband with his hair. to busy himself so he's not just sitting there, he's taken to massaging your calf.

moments like these, you'll remember forever.

you pick up some styling mousse and heat protectant to lather in his damp hair. when you pick up the blow dryer and hair brush, he comes a bit more curious. you wrap his hair around the cylindrical brush and focus the heat on the section.

you continue to do this, section by section, until his hair looks pretty close to his usual style. he's nearly fallen asleep, kept half-awake by the annoyingly loud hair dryer.

"almost done." you grab hairspray from your side of the counter and shield his eyes before spraying a healthy amount. you hold your breath, but albert doesn't mind the chemicals- can't be worse than what he's going to do to his body soon enough.

he's staring up at you, his eyes half-lidded and sleep evident on his sharp features.

"are we done, my dove?" he asks, sitting back on his ankles and rubbing his bleary eyes. you return his glasses to him and he slips them on, standing up and using the counter as leverage. like this, he's caging you against the mirror with his large frame. you can't say you mind, though. he examines his hair haphazardly and ducks his head to kiss you.

"ah," you place a hand over his mouth gently, stopping him in his tracks. his eyebrows furrow, his eyes narrowing.

"work. you're going to be late." you remind him, to which he rolls his eyes at and moved your hand off his mouth.

"yes, that would be an issue. thank you for fixing my hair, dearest." he pecks your lips before peppering your face with soft, sweet kisses.

"albert. work. go." you intend on sounding stern but it's impossible when he's being sweet, so you end up turning him around by the shoulders and ushering him out of the bathroom. he goes easily, given that the future of your lives is at stake, and grabs his work bag as well as his badge and gun. you clean up in the bathroom and meet him by the front door.

"see you tonight, alby. i love you."

the blush that rises to his cheeks whenever you call him that is intense.

"indeed. i love you too." you give him one final kiss on the lips before he leaves for the next 8-10 hours. you're going back to bed.

[flor4de4amor]

click for palestine | read before engaging w my work + acc

best part of abby's forehead kisses is when her nose smushes against your temple, and she starts laughing softly. which makes you start giggling, which turns into a laughing fit and her pressing more kisses into your face. her smile wet and soft on your skin.

[hollowporcelain]

gay people can never just say "i love you"... they have to betray the gods together and kill masses of people or whatever... ♡

(pspspss @veiinity doomed yaoi for u pookie... hehe)

no text ver + inidivdual drawings :'3

(hes so pretty..)

[lovebugmusings]

the difference between werebeast john “the first time i saw you i knew i was yours” price and demon kyle “i will find you in every life, my mated soul yearns for you” is subtle but it’s very much there

(price can and will cum in his pants if prey marks him and call him hers. he lives to know that she has claimed him. gaz has soul’s fingerprints etched into his soul. sometimes he thinks that her being is reborn just for him)

[interstellar-postings]

Oh look it’s the gays

Being very gay

We drew these on Valentine’s Day just for fun finding bases we liked— all very self indulgent— good for the soul

[luvuomi]

there is no greater joy i experience then when i receive completed commissions from artists🤍 i genuinely sit and take a moment to stare at the finished product like:

[melomacaron]

Choose your own adventure

[littlebadger]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ i'm goin' ghost! ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ#LITTLEBADGER; canon-compliant &. canon-divergent danny phantom. half human &. half ghost superhero ! muse age: 16-21+. not affiliated with any rp groups. written by D / yuma (he/him, she/her, they/them), 29, independent &. semi-selective.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcredit: promo template &. psd.

[adorajpg]

hi im coming in to offer some muses i would like to write more 🩷

hanbyul - very sweet but yearning ballerina trying to fill the void with parties and Other things

micah - former competitive figure skater turned skating coach after an injury forced him to take a hiatus

kyungjae - gay cowboy werewolf save me ,,,,,, truly overgrown puppy man that wants to help everyone

lance - undead diner line cook/server, definitely still getting used to being "alive" again and would really like to Feel anything

venus - pretty half siren idol doing his own thing, really just wants to have fun and be told he's pretty (also basically phoenix's little brother)