#* verse: unknown.

[incorrectgwenstacy]

Miles: If I run and leap at Peter, he will 100% catch me in his arms.

Peter B, entering while holding a cup of coffee: Hey, what’s up?

Miles: *runs towards him at full speed before jumping*

Peter B: Wait, my coffee!

Peter B: *drops the coffee to catch Miles*

[tteokdoroki]

i saw ur vamp!isagi and it made me blush the whole day HSJDNCSJAJAN now i wanna see possessive vamp!nagi or rin !! i love ur words sm <3

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, suggestive, mentions of blood, drinking blood, vampires, possession, pining, some nagireo if you squint, vampire!nagi, fem!reader.

vampire!nagi is a little different to the others in their clan. i think he’s a bit more lazy than possessive.

i feel as though he wouldn’t have as much of the trauma that older vampires like isagi and kunigami might do. he doesn’t find being one as much as a burden or a hassle other fledglings like rin might do either. nagi was mostly turned because reo liked to feed on him, liked his company and wanted to keep nagi as his treasure for the rest of eternity. 

for nagi, his undead life as a vampire is easy. he never has to sleep, as those of his kind don’t get tired. he can game all day and all night with no consequences of sluggishness the next morning. there’s no need for him to train or exercise — his reflexes are sharp and fast, sometimes they make him dizzy. how new and improved his senses are. but again, it’s a small price to pay in order to live forever. 

the only thing that truly irritates vampire!nagi is his change in appetite. eating before was a hassle, but now the desire quench his thirst with a cherry red elixir known as blood is even worse. magi’s fangs ache from their place protruding out of his pink gums — especially when he forgets that feeding is absolutely necessary for him to survive even in this modern day life. 

“your laziness will be the death of you, nagi,” his sire, reo, warns with twisted affection — letting the fleshing feed eagerly off of his wrist. “my blood alone can’t keep your appetite at bay for long. especially since you’re a newborn. isagi won’t be happy if you die.” the elder reminds him like it’s a threat. it’s not unnoticeable how much vampire!nagi admires the head of their clan, his power is something to behold. 

blood bags end up being the solution for the white haired vampire too lazy to go out hunting with the others. he sips on them and whenever hunger causes his stomach to cave in, he doesn’t have to move to snack on them. to run after his prey and force himself into a game of cat and mouse for food.

when isagi brings you home for the first time, the clan sees a switch in the younger vampire as soon as your scent wafts through the manor. nagi can’t bare the sting of his protruding fangs cutting up the insides of his cheeks, the blood lust that pours through him and darkens the soft grey of his eyes. everywhere vampire!nagi goes; he can taste the wisps of you, hear the sound of your heart thumping in its place lodged on the left side of your chest. 

throughout your days, you notice nagi staring with his tongue between his teeth and his Adam’s apple bobbing but he never makes a move on you to feed. not because he’s scared like rin, or wants you to beg for him like yoichi…but because there’s too much effort in feeding. he doesn’t know if you’re worth the hassle. 

vampire!nagi wouldn’t know how to deal with prey that screams, that cries and begs for mercy. he’s heard from the other boys that you’re an easy feed with someone you trust — but he doesn’t have the time nor the effort to build a connection with you (even if he’ll be alive for all of eternity). you start to feel as though seishiro doesn’t desire you in the ways that others do. not that it should matter to you, being held against your will and forced to feed monsters with your very life essence. 

but it does, in a twisted way, it does matter that the white haired vampire likes you. you wonder if it’s the way you smell, you know that if you’re too sweet on some days it puts some of the boys off. is it the way you dress? is your heartbeat muffled by the cashmere sweaters you drown in after dealing with a messy tangle in the sheets (mostly isagi’s fault), do you need to wear something lighter for nagi’s attention? 

you express all of this to reo during one of his late night sessions with you, his mouth cool against your bare shoulder as you sit with your back to his chest in his quarters. vampire!nagi’s cluelessness with girls seems to have carried over from his human life into the after life. it seems he needs a little help. and reo ever the gossip, blabs about your little crush on his fledgling to the man himself.

“i do want you,” vampire!nagi breaths against your lips, looming over you despite having to bend down to your height. he easily corners you on a day when the manor is empty and you’re left to tend to household chores. the rest of the clan are out hunting. “you’re a distraction, pretty thing. can’t focus on my games when you walk through the house and smell that good.” 

you won’t deny that he makes you dopamine rush through you, makes you dizzy at the very sight of his fangs just resting on the swell of his bottom lip. nagi is a pretty vampire, you won’t deny that — and his sudden attention has your world spinning. 

he pushes you back against the door with one arm resting on the wood above your head , and you find his sudden effort attractive — making you want to give it all up for him. “then why won’t you feed from me?” your voice is shaky, not fearful and it sends seishiro’s instincts into overdrive. 

“i want to do that too,” vampire!nagi reiterates quietly, suppressing the growl that so annoyingly interrupts his words. “but i didn’t wan’ it to be a hassle. i don’t know how t’hunt like the others. i’ve never…captured my own prey b’fore.” the way you shake underneath nagi’s crimson gaze only serves to turn on his instincts. he wants to drain you dry, wants to see you fall apart and piece you back together. he understands the drive and the hunger of his counterparts… and why they like a sweet thing like you so much. “pretty thing i—“ 

“let me make this easy for you then,” you whisper breathily, so quietly that you almost don’t hear yourself speak. nagi does, his eyes flickering to your lips and then down to every part of you that’s exposed — leaving you up to his greedy scrutiny. you offer your wrist, just like reo does, your scent strong and divine. 

vampire!nagi’s pupils dilate and the black consumed the colour shift in his eyes as he matches into your wrist, tongue lapping over the puncture marks from his fangs as your saccharine blood pours into his mouth. internally, nagi chides himself for his own laziness for you taste so much better than the bags of blood he’s rewarded with by his sire. 

you’re so much more decadent and your squirms against his tall, leaner and cold frame are completely worth it. it causes a pitiful lecherousness to crawl up his spine and curl around the heart that lays still in his chest (though if he were alive nagi is sure that it would beat for you and only you). he sucks and swallows and moans around whatever you give him eagerly, right up until you fall limp in his arms and he has to press you to him to keep you up. 

you’re only set free from vampire!nagi’s clutched when your darling whimpers start to die down and you go quiet from the blood loss. when he pulls away, however, you instantly search for his lips — preening when seishiro kisses you with a passion neither of you knew he was capable of. you taste yourself on his tongue, and he lavishes himself in the scent you leave on his mouth and his lips as he licks against your own. 

“from now on, you’ll come to me when i call,” he grunts against your cheek, allowing you to catch your breath impatiently. he forgets that humans need to breathe where vampires don’t. what a hassle. “i won’t need to hunt you, right, angel?” 

“never.” you promise, smiling in satisfaction and running a hand through the very white locks that tickle your cheek. “you won’t need to catch me when you already have me.” 

from then on, around the manor you’re mostly tossed between the fledglings (and isagi, who practically owns you when they’re not around). rin and seishiro get into immature little brawls over you which the taller, white haired vampire usually wins because his desire for you turns him into some kind of monster that the clan can’t handle. 

vampire!nagi hisses and snarls, claws at anyone who dares to touch you when he’s in the mood for a feed. but when he isn’t, you’re sleeping in his quarters with your head in his lap as he games the night away.  because maybe vampire!nagiis a little more possessive than he once was. he likes having your scent on him, and his on you too.na

[frozcnlight]

@fallesto asked: "I've heard good things about you." (Regulus)

The slightest, nervoush laughter escaped Miran, truly unsure what she should say to this. It wasn’t unusual for people to know her. She was a heiress after all - and her family well known especially within the high society. Though, it was mostly rather her father who was known, rather than her - for whenever there was a gathering, she would just silently follow him and behave just the way her family wanted her to. Silent and only speaking up whenever she was asked or spoken to.

“I’m really glad to hear that it were only good things. It would be truly troublesome, if somebody would spread bad rumors about my family or me.”, she finally spoke with the corner of her lips, painted in a soft shade of peach, curled upward into a smile. She rested her hands in front of her, back straightened - just as she had learned by many lessons during her childhood.

“However, sir. I must admit that I never heard about you, I guess. At least I do not recognize it from your looks. Can I have your name perhaps?”, running a hotel meant to meet many faces - and some would might slip her mind.

[truly-quirkless]

They silently slid their phone across the counter, the message in their notes app reading loud and clear:

[ORDER: Two cheesy roll ups, big nacho fries, extra cheese sauce, medium baja blast freeze. Please and thank you. ^^]

The cashier glanced to the phone, then to Fin.

"...what would you like to order?" Fin nervously reached out a hand- tapping the phone screen. They meant no disrespect- but they felt like they were about to cry. They weren't good at being at the mall on a busy day- and all the noise had all but killed their ability for speech. They could all but feel the looks from strangers, their anxiety spiking- further squeezing their throat. "---What would you like to order?" The cashier was now, quite actively, ignoring Fin's phone.

Fuck, they could feel tears trying to gather. Please, just read the phone...!

[severe-kitty]

Nico: Is something burning?

Elena: Just my love for you.

Nico: Elena, the toaster is on fire.

[gamethecry]

@intoshards | cont'd [ x ]

matthew was usually so rational , could manage and handle his emotions in a way that was sensible and made sense in proximity to the situation that was at hand . but . . . nothing about this had practical reasoning in matthew's mind . to mock an entity's stature , the way it spoke , and acted under the prospect that they were NOT real put the brunet into a rather terrifying position . the words that tumbled from his mouth were accompanied by a weak giggle , something nothing short of unconvincing in the way that his brows are knotted together and his lips are pulled into a tight smile .

matthew never wanted to be rude or seem uncomfortable , but given his indirect past with this topic , he knew QUITE a bit ; perhaps , too much . maybe that's why he hadn't tucked his tail between his knees entirely , why he still stood here throat tight with terror and skin burning hot in minute embarrassment , because he knew subconsciously deep down that the being before him wasn't completely malicious . misunderstood ? oh , for sure .

the way it spoke made the brunet's mouth go dry , as if the words reverberated off the expanse of his skull . the look in dark's eyes do no better in easing him , trying desperately to hold SOME decorum and pleasantries rather than scream in fear . matthew smiles , this time attempting for something more sincere as the question settles under his skin , swallowing down the lump in his throat to speak .

" well , i'm going to PLEASANTLY assume you don't know me , and just say in the nicest way possible that i know a lot about YOU . " maybe matt was in the clear ? he wasn't too convinced on that front to be honest , finding his mouth moving faster than his mind can keep up with to explain himself . " might have made a video about you in specific where i . . . might have . . . maybe done a bit where i poked a little fun at the CONCEPT of you ? " if matthew could sweat bullets he would , feeling another nervous giggle bubble in his throat . " but i promise i didn't mean harm by it i just -- " he grimaces , eyes scanning the black void . " i didn't think any of this was real . . . "

[akkhlaq]

And abide in your houses and do not display yourselves as [was] the display of the former times of ignorance. And establish prayer and give zakah and obey Allah and His Messenger. Allah intends only to remove from you the impurity [of sin], O people of the [Prophet's] household, and to purify you with [extensive] purification.

Al-Ahzab Verse 33

[kingtuna]

ve'vut verse Rex, talking to a vod: the Commander's trying to lure me into a false sense of security, well jokes on him! I've never been secure in my entire life and I'm no about to start now!

[champagnexowishes]

[tteokdoroki]

Vampire shidou and/or rin hcs 🤲🏾?

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, suggestive, angst, fluff, vampires, blood loss, blood drinking, dry humping, self-hatred, fledgling!vampire rin itoshi, fem!reader.

vampire!rin doesn’t easily admit to his emotions.

even before he was turned by his sire (isagi, unfortunately), rin could never find it in him to say what he truly wanted or truly felt. it was like some kind of physical block, in his throat and hanging over his mind like a thick, grey cloud ready to thunder. he processes deeply, but expresses little to none.

that is why vampire!rin hardly reacts when his sire brings you home as nothing but a mere pet, a blood bank for the entire family. at least outwardly. he’s against it, not that he would say, to bring a human around a band of blood thirsty, vile blood suckers — to say rin hated his kind would be treason, to say that he missed the beat of his own heart and the warmth to his flesh would be a disrespect to the head of the clan and while he enjoys clashing with isagi…rin needs this clan to stay alive.

turning off every human instinct he ever had in turn for living and instead of death — vampire!rin had no choice but to rely on those before him for his survival, no matter how much he resented it.

“rinnie,” he hears you before he sees you. thanks to his new and improved senses, vampire!rin can’t mistake the steady beat of your heart from through the walls. “yoichi said you haven’t been feeding.”

your words are soft, cooed to him gently as you push into the fledgling’s quarters. another thing that rin doesn’t understand, especially when vampires have no desire to sleep. “you’re calling him by his first name.” vampire!rin observes, though he doesn’t speak unkindly nor with any malice directed at you. he can’t tell if it’s jealousy that spikes at his heart or wanton

logic cannot explain you either — a sweet human who does what she can for men who may tear her apart at a moment’s notice. you’re too good for any of them, a delicate flower struggling to bloom in a garden of thorns and rin is but one of them digging into your supple sides and drawing fresh blood. vampire!rin refuses to be like them, like the rest who see you as nothing but a meal.

you are precious to him.

“i know that you don’t like to listen to him, rin,” you continue and step into the room carefully, as though not to spook him. “but you need to drink,” the scent of your blood, more valuable than any gem, flickers through the air and starts a war with rin’s natural instincts. he grips at the sheets he lays on, covers his mouth with a free hand, throat bobbing and eyes wide. he cannot take from you. from what little humanity you have left. “if you fight it, you might die. i don’t want that to happen to you, rinnie.”

when he looks up, eyes flickering between an ocean’s shade of aquamarine and the daunting red that you’re so used to (a sign of rin being a freshly turned vampire), he sees the trickle of crimson drip down from where you’ve pricked yourself on the finger. you stand by vampire!rin’s bedside now, your face kind — worrisome.

vampire!rin doesn’t want to lose that one last part of him. if he drinks from you, you’re no longer the same — rin is no longer human and you no longer have a companion in this mad house.

“you need to,” your voice wavers, as if you might cry — and if rin could draw a breath, he’s sure it’d hitch. “it doesn’t make you like them, doesn’t make you evil. you need my blood to survive and i need you to stay alive. so please rin, just drink from me. for me.”

and like he wasn’t holding back at all, rin launches himself onto you with his entire body weight — his quick reflexes allowing him to cradle the back of your head before the both of you collide with the floor. vampire!rin’s mouth is cool around the tip of your finger as he gives into his instincts and laps at your finger until the blood flow has stopped. he doesn’t, however, dragging his tongue up the length of your arm and over your shoulder — slobbering wet and cool.

“r-rin!” you stutter out, neither in fear or in pain — but instead with need, rocking your hips up into the fledgling’s as his mouth finds your own and you can taste your metallic flavour against the ice sheet plains of his tongue.

either he doesn’t hear you, or vampire!rin knows to give you more. he lets you work your tongue between his lips and press against the blinding white of his newborn fangs, then his kisses turn uncoordinated, sloppy as they trail from your bitten lips to the expanse of your neck. life pulses beneath your flesh, hunger drives vampire!rin to pierce the skin with pointed teeth — his eyes rolling back into his skull and the ache for a meal subduing.

vampire!rin can’t help it, to melt into you as you mewl and his venom sinks into your blood stream — calming you, filling you with pleasure. shivers run down your spine but you’re not sure if it’s because of how cold rin is or because of how good him just drinking your blood feels. your hand comes up to twirl in his forest green locks, soothing him and whatever disgust he might have for himself as a vampire.

“don’t worry rinnie,” you offer your reassurances, dreamily. “take all that you need.”

vampire!rin may hate himself for it later once he fully transforms and the man he was before is a distant memory compared to the one aired by isagi yoichi. however, for now he’ll let himself be swept up in everything that is you. your taste, your scent, your whines and moans. and let you guide him through the insanity that is his eternity.

[acid-harbringer]

Style experimenting with Some side characters from my OC verse "anomalies unknown". thought it looked nice without colours as well so put up 2 versions. names from left to right: Sterre Morgan, The sword/Kau de Vries, Niko Kennedy, Carmen Molenaar and Merel Jutter

[bxtonpxss]

@dnangelic from [HERE]

"Well you know, a girl’s gotta have her hobbies." She finds herself amusedly quipping back. In any other instance, she’d be positively embarrassed by his teasing, but her concern for his well-being outweighed everything else. Her attention was fully focused on gently and meticulously cleaning his wings, and it caused her to miss his usual grin in the mirror which would've easily got her heart pumping. She was almost done, having been at the task for nearly a half hour… maybe longer? This room lacked a proper time device so it was anyone's guess.

"Please don’t!" Immediately comes her exasperated groan at his words, momentarily imagining him coming to her covered from head to toe in filth with the intention of having her clean him off. She's not sure if she could handle that--- she was kind of getting used to his shameless speech, her cheeks still burned brightly with blush, but she's begun to sputter less and less in surprise, at his words at least.

She's still a bit jittery when it comes to the touching, having a boy be so bold with her is very surprising. Though she dreads the thought of him coming to her covered in an absolute mess, she wants to reassure him that despite her words she really doesn't mind it. Neya rose from her stool and walked around so she could crouch in front of Dark, her cheeks burning brightly while she pointedly kept her gaze strictly above his neck due to the improperness of this whole situation, but this was very important and he needed to know her feelings.

"But…" she begins softly, "if you ever need help with this kind of cleaning, please don’t hesitate to ask!" Neya reaches out and gently brushes the feathers near his arm, gaze becoming soft as she smiles, tone filled with deep sincerity. "These are… important to you, right? You can’t really make any daring and flashy escapes with your wings weighing you down or being damaged." She didn't really understand everything he did, but considering how messy they were, he utilized his wings a lot. They were almost like an extension of him in that regard she thinks, so maybe she'll cut him some slack.

" So, I guess... if it's going to be like that-- then, I don't mind taking care of you Dark-san!”

[truly-quirkless]

[ @chxrgebxltmeltdown || Replied for a panic-attack-stricken Fin.]

Why'd it have to happen during school hours? Why did it have to happen while they were supposed to be overseeing a class? They'd barely managed to excuse themself- mumbling something to Aizawa while they were still capable, before all but dashing out the doors of the observation room. Fin was clinging to their own arms- fingers with nails bitten too short to cut digging into their own skin.

They could feel it coming. That horrible wave- burning towards their mind and their heart. Fin bit back a whimper- dashing further away from the doors, around a corner. No one could hear them here, right? No one would see. No one would notice the little newbie Pro, breaking down.

I'm sorry.--- What for? Why was it always that phrase?-- They flinched, their heart quick to start ticking upwards. I'm sorry. The yawning abyss, staring back in their mind- devouring them whole. They could practically feel gravity increasing- locking them in place, their mouth opening in a wordless cry. I'M SORRY- but it didn't change the outcome, did it?

They sat, shivers beginning to rack their body. They'd randomly twitch- suddenly snapping one way, then the other. Their whimpers grew in volume, until their voice began to slip out- quiet. Scared. Broken. The shattered remains as they were ripped apart inside their own head.

"I'm sorry---...! I'm sorry,- please--- I'm sorry, sorry- sorry sorry sorry...!" There was nothing to ground them. No outside presence, no living thing that could respond. That could pull them from this place. This darkness, despite the lights of the underground facility. They couldn't think- just whisper, like a lost prayer--- "--I'm sorry sorry sorry,---please--please stop,- sorry,---I'm---!" Shivering, shaking, unable to even think, unable to realize the world around them as their chest began to rise and fall in heaving breaths, apologies to no one murmured into an empty, unfeeling corridor. Please stop--- why did it never stop?- Please,--- why???

They were too lost to hear the footsteps- to sense an approaching presence. Their hands had shifted- gripping at their hair, practically tugging, trying to pull it out- anything. ANYTHING, to feel something.

[deafblindshorty]

Ok, maybe playing “whose family is most dysfunctional” wasn’t the best drunk idea we’ve had. Miguel's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out…

-MJ Parker

[welcome-to-green-hills]

All Sonics are territorial of their Tails, so if one Snok is being really annoying or not agreeing to do a fun activity (boom) the others will threaten to take Tails and have all the cuddles for themselves.

It gets to a point where they’re all yelling at each other and we pan to see a Tails pile, either napping or planning world domination and there’s no in between

I love that we’ve unanimously agreed that Boom!Sonic is a hardass😂❤️✨

I’m down for a Snok-Verse cuddle party!

[gamethecry]

@deepseawaltz asked: " take your pick . " ( the pumpkin rabbit. )

the burden of knowledge was not great , simple as that . matthew digs too low beneath the surface and learns too much about entities , creatures , and monsters of fiction and reality , finding out far too much . right now , he was met with a sickening twist of both . the pumpkin rabbit seemed friendly overall , matt wasn't a child , boundless by set rules and only simply passing by ; but , bound by curiosity that would certainly get him killed eventually . hazel eyes narrow , brows furrowing hard as he thought over whether to take the candy that was being offered to him . his attention draws down to his phone , checking the date before looking back to the rabbit . it wasn't halloween . . . maybe he would be safe ?

a fair hand goes to reach into the bowl , but he pauses , a small thoughtful smile coming to his face as he retracted his fingers . " actually , why don't you pick ? which piece do you think gives my vibe ? " why not try to give this creature , something seemingly bound to a life it did not choose , a choice for once ? what could go wrong ?