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[tyrianludaship]

whatever you do, do NOT think about your normally stoic and temperamental F/O softening upon seeing you!!! do NOT imagine your normally grumpy and jaded F/O having a small smile when thinking of you!!! do NOT imagine warming your cold F/O's heart and being able to see a calmer, more peaceful side of them!! DO NOT-

[booksooks]

Oh oh!! Shiggy w/ a gamer gf but shes also super social?

(𝑵𝑶𝑻) 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳

Author's note: this was a request from an anon (🩸anon hi sorry this took so long) im not sure if this is where you wanted this to go but! here we are :)

Content: Shigaraki being jealous and a little manipulative, oops.

Word Count: 1342

Summary: Shigaraki doesn't like it when you talk to other people.

Shigaraki watched you chatter to someone over your headset in annoyance from across the room. Whoever you were talking to must have been the most interesting person in the world, he thought, because otherwise why were you straight up ignoring him? You were supposed to be paying attention to him. Were you mad at him? Were you trying to send him some weird, wordless subliminal message by keeping your back turned to him, talking to anyone but him? (To be fair to you, you had never done anything like that before, you were fairly good at communication.) 

Shigaraki shuffled his feet awkwardly behind you, trying to get your attention via vibrations in the floor that you… most definitely didn’t feel. Your feet were tucked underneath you on the legs of the chair, and even if you were solidly against the ground, it was not. Enough. 

Was he not enough?

The thought squeezed at his heart, hard, and he didn’t like it. It made his neck itch, made his hands feel like they were being torn apart from the nails and - oh wait, that was just him, picking at hangnails. Your giggle, quiet but still bright and bubbly, broke him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his fingers, red and raw and irritated, and he shook, trying so hard to not bring his hands up and itch and itch and itch and itch- 

Fuck it, he decided, nails digging into the soft, scarred flesh of his throat. This couldn’t be worse than you ignoring him. He didn’t like feeling this way, this anxious, this… left out. How the hell did you stand talking to people like that anyway? It wasn’t fair; if he couldn’t get the damn words out in real life, how could you? Over the internet? It wasn’t fucking fair. 

Shigaraki paced around in the minimally empty space behind his gaming chair, because at least you had the decency to come to his room, to play those stupid, attention-stealing games, (under any other circumstances he would tell anyone, who would have the lack of common sense to ask, that those were some of his favorite games and why in great detail). But you were still ignoring him, it wasn’t fucking fair, and he wanted to throw something. 

Actually. 

Not a bad idea. 

Shigaraki looked around his room for something to toss at you, something that wouldn’t hurt, necessarily, but something that would grab your attention. A pen sat on his rumpled bed sheets for whatever reason. Perfect. He snatched it up carelessly and chucked it at the back of your head. Only it didn’t hit the back of your head, it hit the back of his chair, making the fabric bounce ever-so-slightly before it smoothed out. You briefly turned around to look at him, curious, and still yapping. 

“Hold on,” you mumbled to whoever was on the other end. Shigaraki saw you hit the mute button. “What’s up? Need something?” 

Yeah, you. Need your attention, your touch, your scent, your-

“What? No.” 

You stared at him for a bit longer, suspicious but not enough to deter you from turning back around and unmuting yourself. “Sorry about that.” 

Shigaraki saw red as he faintly heard a guy’s voice on the other end, laughing. At him. Indirectly, of course, there was no way he knew what he was laughing at, but still. Shigaraki wanted to press all five fingers against the monitor, against your headphones, the tower, fucking everything just to get, and keep, your attention on him. Why hadn’t he said he wanted your attention when you asked? Because it was fucking pathetic, that’s why. No grown man should have to beg for attention from his partner. That would be ridiculous, childish, and Shigaraki was damned if he’d turn into some pathetic, sniveling, begging wimp just because he couldn’t handle you talking to someone else. 

He was scratching again. The sound of his nails, clipped but still sharp, against his skin was overwhelming, the dull, hrrrgtz hrrrgtz hrrrgtz making his stomach churn. No, it didn’t, he was lying. What made his stomach churn was the fact that you were so easily chattering away to someone online when you had a perfectly good boyfriend, right there! For all your wants and needs. 

Fuck you. 

Shigaraki stormed as quietly as he could over to you, and without thinking,  yanked his chair away from the desk. You yelped, outraged, as your headset was ripped from your ears, and your ass slipped forward and off the chair, landing on the hardwood floor. 

“Woah, what was that? You good?” Came the voice over- fucking Christ, was that Discord? You weren’t even playing a 1v1 a fucking one-round-only piece of shit game with some shmuck, and he hadn’t even noticed. That had to change. Shigaraki slammed his hand flat against the screen and watched in delight as it started to crumble from the inside out, the other person’s voice dying out from the inside of your headphones. He only felt minimally better. 

“Tomura, what the hell?” You asked, sore of ass and indignant of attitude. “What the hell was that? I was talking to someone.” 

“Yeah, some fucking idiot,” he snarled, picking you up from the floor under the arms, carefully, he didn’t want to decay you afterall, and just about threw you on the bed. You were too surprised to even fight back, only letting out a small, “woa-mfh?” when you landed. You glared up at him, confused and disoriented and-  fuck you were cute. 

Shigaraki smiled, he knew it was nowhere near comforting, and crawled into bed with you, pushing you back onto the pillows before collapsing on top of you with a satisfied hum. He felt you, stiff and full of apprehension beneath him, and that just wouldn’t do. 

“Fucking relax, would you?” He huffed, trying to bury his face deeper into the crook of your neck. It was safe, there, dark and warm and it smelled like you. So yeah, safe. “You’re stiff as a board.” 

“Are you going to explain what the fuck just happened?” You asked, disbelievingly. “I was talking to someone-”

“Yeah, like I said, a fucking idiot. He doesn’t deserve your time.” Shigaraki was pouting, he knew he was, but he didn’t care. He deserved your attention more than anyone else. 

“And you think you do? After the stunt you just pulled?” You were angry. Or at the very least annoyed as hell. 

Shigaraki stayed quiet for a moment. “Yeah.” 

“Fucking hell.” 

Things were silent for a few minutes, the only sounds being your breathing and his, mingled together. Shigaraki had even started to relax, letting his eyes fall closed when you spoke up again. 

“You can’t- Tomura, you can’t just demand my time and energy when I’m busy, and expect me to drop everything for you.”

Shigaraki felt his lip curl. “Why not? I’m your boyfriend, I should be your top priority.” 

“Okay, but I have a life, and friends. You get to talk to your friends, why can’t I?” 

Oh. Shigaraki hadn’t thought of that. Especially not in the way you had framed it. Was he in the wrong here? Should he apologize? Shigaraki scrunched up his face and thought back to all the visual novels he had ever played, all the manga he had read. Usually, when someone fucked up, for lack of better words, they apologized. That’s right. So…

“I’m sorry,” he grunted out against your neck. “For… being so aggressive.” 

He felt you shift beneath him, tilting your head one way and then the other in thought. “Just… don’t do it again, okay?” 

Shigaraki nodded subtly, wanting nothing more for the whole apologizing part to be over and done with.“Fine.” 

It was another few seconds before he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he sighed softly, feeling you loosen up and melt into his mattress. Finally. He felt, more than heard you utter a quiet, “love you,” before you settled back into silence. 

He had your attention. “Love you too.”

End Notes: thanks for reading!

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[andrew-thy-accursed]

Akerlund dressed Ann Marit in the same jacket Pelle had, he gave her the very similar baggy clothes in that scene, he gave her the same hair color as Pelle, he filmed them kissing from behind her back, the entire sex scene was filmed in the way that you could just squint a bit and you would think it's Pelle there instead of her in that darkness. Then he thought about Pelle immediately after sex. Cried because of him, twice. She finds photos of Pelle and Øystein and tells him that he really do misses him and he just grabs the box from her hands without the word, as if she found photos of his ex girlfriend. Then he ends the film with the photo of the two of them. Jonas is the biggest EuroDead shipper

FUCK. YOURE SO FUCKING RIGHT AND I DIDNT EVEN CATCH IT DUDE...I've rewatched this fucking movie 10 times this year alone it was right in my fucking face the whole time ... these scenes have graced me with perfect crops to imagine it's EuroDead in my survival AU thank you I am indebted to you🙏🙏🙏

[kitten4sannie]

bestie how are we feelin? 🥴 bc I'm feelin pretty like I wanna bite him 🤧

CRAZY . i’m feeling crazy. sannie out here looking like steve jobs and shit…..but he’s so oh my GOD. i’d leave little teeth marks all over that man. mm mm MMM

[kunehokki]

he is blasting accidentally in love from the shrek 2 soundtrack

(prompt inspired by an ask from🩸anon on bluiex’s tumblr!!)

[seiwas]

HI MY BELOVED ANGEL!!! i am sending u mattsun + campfire as well as kisses n hugs <33

SAINTTT hello 🥺 thank you for sending a prompty!! 🥹 idt i've ever written mattsun fully before so this is something new!

help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!

contains: exes, stranded-y situation, feelings are complicated, some expletives

mattsun + campfire

"i told you we should've brought the spare—"

"yeah, let me go back in time for a sec and do just that."

"asshole."

lesson #1: nothing good ever happens when you're stuck in a car with your ex on the way to somewhere remote.

you blame iwaizumi for this one. who the fuck chooses to spend their birthday weekend in the fucking wilderness?

(okay, you don't actually think it's so bad. to be fair, he did plan this a year ago. and it did sound like a good idea. then. at the time. anywhere with the boys was always guaranteed fun―at least, until you and matsukawa broke up.)

"can you pass me the flashlight?" he points at the backpack behind you. when you hand it over, your fingers brush over his as he takes it away from you.

and you hate it, because―

lesson #2: you should never be alone with your ex when you still have feelings for them.

you'd agreed to take two cars to the camping spot: iwaizumi's with oikawa and hanamaki and matsukawa's with you. there was no way you'd fit in one, and hanamaki ultimately decided to ride with iwaizumi because, "you and mattsun have shit to sort out," he'd said.

with night setting and the two-hour headstart they managed to get ahead of you, the best thing you and matsukawa can do is to set up camp temporarily and wait for them to come back for you come sunrise.

you sigh.

leaves crack underneath your feet as you maneuver around your camping space. the light from matsukawa's flashlight tells you where he is, just a bit deeper in the forestry as he looks for wood to help set up the fire.

you unload the car in the meantime, bringing out some snacks and sleeping bags while waiting.

matsukawa eventually comes back with arms full of wood, and you help in whatever way you can, clearing the space and fetching more twigs when needed.

the entire car ride here had been quiet, so it's not surprising that this entire process has been equally as silent. until―

"did you already pull out your tent?" he asks, half of his body disappearing into the trunk of the car.

"huh?" you go closer, "i only brought out the sleeping bags."

then he sighs, ducking out from the trunk with a hand on his hip, "we only have one tent."

"what?"

"makki must have gotten yours with his when he decided to move cars."

his hand runs through his hair, a habit you know well. it lights up all sorts of weird feelings in your tummy

you don't know how to feel―

"i can sleep in the car."

―but you know that you definitely don't want him to do that. all things considered, you were friends first. and you've both been trying to be friends again since the breakup. you wouldn't want to cause him discomfort like that.

so, with a deep breath, you say, "it's okay, we can just share."

"are you sure?" he stares at you.

you nod.

after setting up the tent, you eat a few energy bars and clean up from the day's events. the campfire provides ample enough heat, but with how fast the flames are burning, you're doubtful it'll last the two of you the entire night.

it’s much later on, past midnight, that your doubts are proven right when you and matsukawa are cramped together in a tent made for one. it started to get cold a few minutes ago, and you've found yourself inching closer and closer to the warmth you’ve gotten used to laying against for the past two years.

he's only pretending to be asleep, you know that much, too. the rise and fall of his chest is hardly there; you can see it, how he's holding his breath being this close to you.

"issei," you whisper.

he opens his eyes, eyelids lifting lazily as he meets your stare. the vibration of his hum reverberates to you.

"it's cold."

for a moment, your stomach drops at the thought that he could ignore you; how it would make perfect sense for him to. you broke up with him after all, and he doesn't owe you anything, much less favors as intimate as this one.

but he closes the already dwindling gap between you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer. it's near, far too near for exes to be―noses touching and all.

"warmer?" his voice comes out hoarser through the whisper.

you nod, your head shifting up and down—which, truly, is where you ultimately fuck up. you feel it, a little chapped but still pliant against your lips.

in your carelessness, you accidentally brush your lips against his, the sensation alone surprising you enough to inch your head back as you mutter your apologies.

"sorry? really?" he asks, eyes half-lidded still as he chuckles.

his question settles into the small space you're in.

your vision trails from his eyes, down to the slope of his nose, until it lands on his lips again. a little split like you've always known, but still your favorite. still the only lips you want against yours.

when you lean in again, you know you're fucked, because―

lesson #3: the number one rule is that exes shouldn't kiss each other anymore.

[ultimate-solider-mukuro]

Mukuro? You’re..

You’re here again, I see. Welcome back.

( @maki-harukawa-ultimate )

"Yup! I’m here.. how you been doing maks?"

[bloodsoakedgod]

🗣️ — Well isn't this a surprise. Lovely scenery I must say. Though there's so much red that you can't see the blue!! 💙💙

He would look at EXE, his neck elongating to get a good look.

@endless-smiles-and-doing-urmom

EXE almost yelped, but swallowed it back as the other hedgehog extended its neck to get a good look.

With a quick narrow of his eyes, and a devilish grin, he threw his hand up and wrapped it around part of Majin’s neck.

“ Aren’t you an interesting one~? “

[thescarletkiller]

A disheveled Blood covered Sk Nacha is at your front door

*Gasps*

Honey! You’re back!

*kisses her* mmm, did you have fun?

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

npd culture is: I am the one and only real god.

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[number-2-hero-hawks]

Hey what did I do!? 😓

[andrew-thy-accursed]

You wrote about the obsession with military gear…..Eystein in a Norwegian uniform and Pelle in a Swedish uniform?)

Yes...I have such a HUGE fascination with military uniforms & military themes; which is hilarious because I am very anti-military...I find it fascinating in a morbid and disturbing way, and I also enjoy the rigidity and detail of military uniform design

The Norwegian & Swedish military uniforms are pretty similar in a lot of aspects in the mid to late 80s! I also drew a bonus Varg

[kitten4sannie]

I just licked my phone and I'm not even sorry about it 🥴 that man is fine as HELL

i put my phone on vibrate and – LEMME STOP. but he’s justttt oh my GOD . SAN. he’s so hot manspreading like that with those d&g briefs :((((( i want to have his children so bad (T⌓T)

[lifesteal-headcanons]

ok this is so outdated and this headcanon is probably unoriginal but im going to send it anyways.

all people who have tried glitches and various bugs and exploits and stuff are weaker than they could've been if they haven't (this includes stuff like harm arrows and dupes) & Spoke and Vitalasy are the most affected ppl. they already had history with exploits and stuff and it became even worse after season 4. basically they're as fragile as glass, that's why Vitalasy dies every 2 seconds and Spoke picked a more peaceful lifestyle for s5. Ash is not affected at all since his organism doesn't fight glitches due to its own glitchy nature. ive said the word glitch way too many times i need a vacation

🧨🩸anon

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[the-seven-patrons]

Hi!!! Erm... I think the Angelic duo is now sentenced to be in Hell for internity.

Idk how or why, but all I know is that they broke some rules or smth...

"What rules? Why the Heaven did they get sent d–?"

Lucifer paused. His eye started twitching as his claws started to dig through his desk, scratching it.

"That egotistic asshole..."

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Beelzebub was walking around the streets of Hell, checking on the sinners and even giving them any items in order to help them repair their shelters. However, as he did so, he saw the clouds part the skies as two white figures started Falling from the sky.

Well, perfect timing. Time to greet the new residents.

Sadly, their landing area seemed to have been miscalculated, as they started to head to one of the alleyways. Beelzebub flew to the direction of the alleyway and saw a few demons walking over to them, probably about to take them to the Butcher Shop in the Gluttony Ring.

Beelzebub whistled, catching their attention, "Leave them be. I already said angel meat isn't allowed."

"But your highness, they're fresh! Let us have this for once!"

"Sorry, but rules are rules. Go find another body to harvest but leave these two alone."

The demons grumbled and left the alley. Beelzebub walked over to the dumpster and saw two faces he didn't expect to find in the dark streets of Hell.

"Riley? Heather? Are you two okay?"

( @the-demonic-people )