#*devours tasty art*

[cheesomancer]

Oh to be carried by an orc~ 🥰 Cheeseless art: twitter, bsky

[skelemoonz]

Hi hi hello hi you're art is the tastiest thing

Blush hehe thankyouuu

[number-1-haxorus-fan]

Dragon V1 is a layer of autism I didn't know I needed, thank you for assisting in my quest to be the least neurotypical person possible

another compilation of accumulated ultrakill stuff

[tan1shere]

could you maybe write something fluffy and smutty about honeymoon/wedding night sex w billie? if you are in a request mood

Forever Love

A/n: Most certainly my kind anon !

Warnings - smut ! || masterlist

Giggles fill the small hotel room. Both yours and Billies as she carries you bridal style, plopping you on the soft bed. It had only been a day ago since the wedding and you had gone to Paris for your honeymoon. Well that was just the first stop for a week, then you'd head over to somewhere tropical for another week. Both of your smiles were glued onto your faces, the happiness radiating off of one another. "I love you." She says kissing all over your face.

You giggle as her breath tickles your skin. "I love you, so much more." She shakes her head. "Uh uh. Me." She climbs ontop of you, trapping your body. "I'm sure it's me." You fire back. "Why don't we put it to the test hm?" Her face comes incredibly close to your own. And it was clear where this was heading.

"I still love you more." Her fingers travel down your body as you say that. She keeps quiet, sneaking her hand under your dress and landing it on your thigh. Her taunting manner brings your nerves up. When she looks you in the eyes, slowly going down your body. Her warm lips were on your thighs. "I'm gunna love you til you're screaming." Your eyes widen, even more so as she bites the flesh on your thigh. A moan slipping out.

Her finger moves to your entrance, touching the thin fabric. "Can feel you throbbing." She groans as she sucks marks on your thighs. Your head lulls back, already feeling amazing by your wife's tongue. Your brain couldn't even process her words as she takes your underwear off. "All for me to devour." You hadn't seen this side of Billie yet, and you were loving it so much. She was feral, acting like a female dog on heat. This woman wasted no time at all in latching her lips onto yours. Sucking and licking like she craved you. But she did.

She always thought you were tasty in so many ways. You were like a drug to her and she just couldn't get enough. Not to mention how she felt seeing you walk down that isle, the dirty thoughts came alongside the loving ones. She just loves you so fucking much. And she was definitely proving that now. Your hands move into her hair gripping as her pace quickens. Your head still far back into the pillows as she laps at you. Your back soon arches wanting more of what she was giving.

"So greedy." She mumbles against you, earning a sweet whimper from none other than you. You knew you had lost this fight, even though she knew how much you loved her. She always had to show you who wins, she always was competitive. And she definitely won when you entered her life. She couldn't be more happy, not to mention when you said yes the day she proposed. She truly won in life. You were her work of art, trophy. And the way she'd worship you proved that.

Her tongue was relentless, as you soon feel that coil about to snap. "Mm fuck!" You moan out as the yummy feeling approaches. "Come on wifey, cum for me." And that's all it took, that single word was it, to make you burst right on her tongue. She always made you see starts. And she was so proud she could.

"I just made my wife cum for the first time."

Your brows furrow as you catch your breath. "But you always make me cum." Her face is directly over yours with a smirk.

"You weren't my wife then, were you?"

[delirious-donna]

Soft [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on some thoughts I had after seeing this beautiful art of Mr Hatake looking a little more soft in physique.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: self ship coded, established relationship with mentions of marriage and a child, rokudaime Kakashi au, fluff, flirting, suggestive at best, body positivity, reader is assumed to be curvy

Kakashi is a strong man. He always has been and probably always will, if he has any say in the matter. However, gone are the days when the defined ridges of his abdominals could cut glass.

The dips of his Adonis belt are less pronounced, and his biceps are still large but not carved from marble as they were even five years ago. A lot had changed but that’s life, and in the end, contentment brought him here.

Gone were the days when he could work out for hours in the early morning, greeting the new day covered in sweat on his way to a much-needed shower before the working day began. Now he had responsibilities to tend to and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A wife to rouse from slumber, a hard task at the best of times, and a son to watch like a hawk as he propels through the house like a mini tornado with an eye for destruction. There were breakfasts to be made, lunches to be prepped, hair to be wrestled into some semblance of neatness and kisses to be shared. Wet kisses pressed messily to his cheek from his son as he heads out for work. Lingering kisses with his beloved that make him stay a few seconds longer just to taste you thoroughly.

Your love never wavered for the silver-haired shinobi, and even now as darker grey peppers throughout the messy strands, you still found them as enticing to run your fingers through as you always had. Age was especially kind to Kakashi, the lines around his eyes were from laughter and not stress and the weight of his responsibilities no longer dragged down his shoulders and slumped his spine.

It was amazing how easy it was to deal with the daily grind that accompanied his role when he knew he would return to the love and warmth that was his home. Everything was easier when love was in the mix, who knew?

So yes, he wasn’t as trim anymore. There was a slight pudge to his stomach and you could grab a good portion of his sides in the midst of being railed into the mattress, but fuck, was it sexy.

The silver hairs that formed his happy trail now extended higher towards his belly button and his butt hugged his sweatpants a little tighter and fuller than before. You had never shied away from the attraction you felt for him, but now it made Kakashi chuckle when you eyed him like some tasty treat to be devoured whole.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

“Damn right, I do. When did you start getting even more handsome? Should be criminal this late in life.”

He huffed a laugh, eyes narrowing at your teasing words and the insinuation that he was getting on in years. He was still in the prime of his life, far from past it and he’d remind you of that.

“Well…” he murmured against the shell of your ear. “You know how fond I am of your softness.” Kakashi trailed his calloused fingertips over the gentle swell of your stomach, stopping to massage your hips and waist. “Thought you’d like to snuggle with someone a little less unyielding.”

How quickly your hands wandered across the expanse of his strong abdomen, a fingertip tracing the muscles. A familiar melody forced his eyelids to droop low, the hum in your throat as enchanting as the very first time he heard it.

You took your time in exploring a body you were intimately familiar with, pawing at him like the needy feline you always were until two strong arms banded around your waist.

“I might be a little more soft, but I’m still the man you fell for and I can still carry you to the bedroom with ease.”

Your chin dipped in agreement, gaze lifting to meet the desire swirling in his charcoal eyes. “Your heart has always been soft, Kakashi, whether you knew it or not. Your body simply matches it now and I’ll love you no matter what shape you take.”

[honey-tongued-devil]

I'm I was looking for arcane oc inspiration for making my self insert and I stumbled upon your art

And it's so gorgeous??? It's so I'm It's so tasty I'm going to go down your blog and devour each piece

I'm your hoe of you need inspiration or strength to self insert! Sharing some old and new pieces because it's funny.

Draw yourself!!! It's not cringe its whimsy!!!

[meatcatt]

YESS THANK YOU

The dolls are so normal and not alive

art for @meatcatt

they're playing with dolls :)

do not tag as ship

[theriddleskeeponriddling]

Your scarecrow is so tasty and flavourful, tysm

Man watches in horror as his art is devoured

[gorjee-art]

CULT OF THE LAMB - THE MAKING OF IDOLS

Instead of faith it runs on admiration. Goal of the game is to make the gods “beautiful”. With the help of Lunule muse of vanity and Sonule muse of soul, you’ve been gifted the powers of creation. Crawl through each realm manipulating dungeons to your personal liking, no uncultured swine is safe from your magic touch. Trap god’s likenesses in Statue Gardens, Paintings, Poetry, and Song (may be freed later on). Over the progression of this tale you will meet several side characters, however Midas will be a bit of importance as he takes interest in your quest, aiding your journey in making everything beautiful.

Finding your Corpse (Story Point) -

There it stands. The Masterpiece of a lonesome, pitiful, artist. Name unknown, it stands here forgotten, devoted to it’s craft, the love for it’s muses. Your final breath was taken here. You’ve broken and ruined every bone in your body for your art and for what? You weren’t unloved, everyone warned you to stop.

Now here you rest, Left buried in the sands of time.

Was it worth it?

Rituals

Ritual of Performance - Feel like royalty as you choose which follower gets to entertain you. The performance is judged by the crowd over how well they did. It’s up to you to spare or execute them. (Even if spared they may not survive the humiliation.)

The Knowledge of the Muses - Give followers your inner ichor for them to devour and taste, locks admiration for 3 days and increases inspiration. Weakly followers have a chance to become deformed, body unable to handle the love of their leader.

Midas’ Touch - Sacrifice one of your followers to make a decorative statue. Increases admiration every time a follower passes by it, and gives warning to every dissenter. (Gifted Ritual by Midas)

Forever Yours - Your followers may asked to be sacrificed under your name. Thus the forever immortal ritual, they’ll allow you to do whatever change you desire to them, immortalized as a work of art no longer among the living. This ritual gives helpful trinkets for your crusades (they last every three crusades before disintegrating, special followers can give hardy trinkets that last longer)

- Follower Heart : Gives more starting hearts

- Follower Spine : Melee Damage

- Follower Eye : Forcefield Damage/Copies Curses

- Follower Teeth : Long Range Damage

- Follower Lungs : Increases your Speed

- Follower Head : Dissenters/Enemies will be paralyzed with fear

Muse’s Mercy - Strike your followers with maddening amounts of inspiration , they must create! Serve! Worship! With no end in sight. This ritual will increase cult productivity with no sleep, eating, or needed care for three days. (downsides is that 80% will be exhausted as soon as the ritual is over)

Follower Traits -

Critic - Like you they are very hard to please and level up, may be bribed to increase admiration.

Zealous - Fanatics, have unending fountains of admiration they want to be just like you! May be dangerously obsessive however. Be sure to stop them before they get a chance to become you and live under your skin. Oh how they love you so…

Gluttonous - Crayon Eaters…odd bunch. They like to eat art. So pretty they deem it to be tasty…

Tortured - High levels of admiration. The pursuit of perfection can lead your followers to madness… They’ll laugh, scream, and cry. If not careful, they might be driven to die or murder another follower.

[ghostfaceprincess]

How They Would React To You Making Them Food:

-

Michael Myers:

• You really made this for him?

• It’s amazing! He’s so touched.

• You spent all your time and energy preparing this for him, this is definitely better than the food he was given when he was locked up.

• Wants you to do it more often (he’ll do anything).

-

Freddy Krueger:

• Is using his glove to cut it.

• Keeps doing it even when you scold him.

• Makes a “mmm” sound every time he chews.

• Wondering how to make this himself whenever you’re away.

-

Jason Voorhees:

• Only mom used to cook for him.

• Very touched and just a little emotional that you did.

• Tries to eat as cleanly as possible but he can’t help it, it’s just so good.

• Offers to make dessert.

-

Billy Loomis:

• He blinks slowly and then glares. “Trying to poison me, aren’t you, baby angel?”

• Finally eats after you scold him for accusing you of such a thing.

• Says it’s better than Stu’s cooking.

• Asks for it nightly.

-

Stu Macher:

• Brags to his mom that he has a love who cooks for him.

• Devours it. “You- Billy said what about my cooking?”

• Cleans the plate with his tongue like a child would.

• Offers to do the dishes (he doesn’t take no for an answer).

-

Charles Lee Ray:

• “Is it… Swedish meatballs?”

• Eats it either way.

• Immediately in love with the dish.

• Does the dishes as a thank you.

-

Tiffany Valentine:

• “Oh, sweet face, for me?”

• Eats it like such a lady but still somehow looks hot. (Y’know what I mean).

• Moaning each time she chews, just to get at you. *wink wink*

• Tell you she has dessert for you. 🥵

-

Bubba Sawyer:

• Is very happy!

• He wants to make you food in return but right now, he enjoys his meal.

• Nodding and giving you multiple thumbs up.

• Claps once he’s done and then does literally all the dishes.

-

Thomas Hewitt:

• Groans and moans of tasty pleasure; he really enjoys it.

• Doesn’t wanna share it with anyone in the family! It’s only for him!

• Repays you with hugs and kisses, and maybe something else? ;))

• Will clean up the kitchen for you.

-

Art the Clown:

• Suspicious at first because he wonders if you’re trying to harm him, but with some gentle convincing, he finally eats.

• He looks so funny and adorable when he chews it because it’s so good and he’s happy.

• Multiple thumbs up and silent clapping.

• Puppy eyes (you get him to do it!) when he wants you to make it again!

-

The Creeper:

• Can he… eat this and be okay?

• *sniff sniff… small nibble*

• He likes it!

• Please let him know when you make more!

-

Thank you for reading! Please send your requests, I write personal imagines for people too and I’m currently doing ship/match making too! 🦇

[carnivorousyandeere]

nsfw, mdni | tags / warnings : nb yandere butcher x gn reader (only prn used is ‘you’, gn compliments/praise), smut, masochism, dom top yandere/sub bottom reader, blood, denial/edging, overstim, potentially unsafe kink

a muffled cry fell from your lips when rhodes yanked your hair back, their thrusts slowing so much that the sound of their bed creaking was almost loud enough to cover the sounds you made. your trembling legs wrapped tighter around their waist in a desperate attempt to get the high you needed.

they had you pinned against their bed, hips digging into yours and their strap buried so deep in you that you could practically felt it in your stomach every time they thrusted. you whimpered and squirmed against them, trying to buck your hips to make yourself orgasm on your own, but it was to no avail. their mass pressing against you kept you in place as your peak faded once again.

“how many times do i need to tell you?” they huffed in your ear, their lips finding yours and nipping at the sensitive skin.

“you’re not gonna cum till you make me bleed.”

a choked cry of frustrated pleasure fell from your lips, your teary eyes looked into theirs. your hands found their arms again — they were marred with a litany of bite marks and scratches, all made by you, all just barely too shallow to draw blood. and with every failed attempt, they'd bring you to the edge of climax but never actually give you the release you were growing desperate for.

"please," you whispered, "please, i'll be good, i'll be so good, just—"

you were cut off by their hips grinding into yours again. your breath left you in another strangled moan, unable to stop the tears falling from your eyes from the overwhelming sensation of rhodes thrusting into you again.

"shh, just try again, lamb," they cooed in your ear. "you wanna cum, don't you? i know you can do it."

a soft, raspy chuckle escaped them as you buried your face in their collar, your incoherent pleads only answered by their grip moving to your hips and tightening considerably. you started desperately clawing at their biceps, your teeth finding the flesh of their shoulder and sunk in as hard as you could with your limited remaining energy.

"that's my good little pet," they panted between shaky moans. "ffuck, you're so good..."

a muffled gasp escaped you when the taste of iron flooded your mouth, their blood finally staining your tongue and fingertips when your nails broke their skin. following this was a loud groan from rhodes, accompanied by a noticeable stutter in their hips.

your face flushed with bashful pride from the praise. you did it... you did what they wanted after trying so hard.

your tongue glided over the fresh puncture marks in their flesh, each brush over the broken skin making rhodes jolt and gasp. it was all they could do to not collapse on you from how good the pain felt.

your head was pulled back again, and rhodes pulled you into another kiss as the movement of their hips picked up again. and with another muffled cry, your lips staining theirs red, you shuddered and spasmed against them as you finally came.

you tumbled over the edge fast and hard after how long your body has been kept on the brink. you moaned their name out loud, arching your back, grinding your hips against theirs while waves of pleasure took your body. and it was only when ragged pants were falling from your lips and your trembling legs went slack and eventually fell from your hips that rhodes's thrusts slowing to a gradual stop. you were given a moment to catch your breath, one of your arms draped over your eyes as the other gripped the sheets under you.

a short time later, you felt them gently kiss and nip at your neck. rhodes slowly started sliding in and out of you once again, making you whimper and whine from the sparks of pleasure that you felt from their strap brushing against your most sensitive spots.

"wait," you gasped, gently pushing their chest. "w-wait, i c-can't—"

"you thought we were finished?" they interrupted, a hand brushing against your cheek. the other pinned your own hands above your head as another chuckle escaped them.

"no, no... i can't just leave you with that," they muttered, leaning in to kiss your skin. "can't do that at all."

"look alive, sweet thing. we're not done till you're squealing."

[bomber-grl]

Laois Touden x Monster! Enthusiast

Pairing(s): Laois x Gn!Reader (platonic)

Art Creds ~ @/toothwormfactory, @/shigeoreum

Req: OMG bless you for having a platonic option, I love some friend-shipping. Can I please request some platonic HCs for Laios from Dungeon Meshi meeting another monster enthusiast, who dungeon crawls in order to sketch monsters. They later make/sell illustrations for dungeon guide books or just as art, but want to create their own comprehensive guide some day.

Plug a lil weird but he chill

Once you inevitably join the party (which was just you meeting them and then getting kidnapped pulled in) he looks out for you like he would any other member

Don’t get me wrong, he will make conversation and yap excessively so but ultimately he is unaware you’re interested in monsters the same way he is

It’s not until he’s done devouring whatever rations you guys had that he notices you’re not eating

(This takes place before Falin disappears in the Dungeon)

Despite it being uncharacteristic for him to get up and go elsewhere while he’s feasting, he notices the fact and goes to ask why/ask you to join

You’re too busy sketching away on your notepad to notice and that’s when he sees it

The most delicious, delectable drawing he’s seen of a harpy

He isn’t one to draw humanoid monsters (in fact he’s terrible at it) but the way you draw the monster parts really has him admiring it fr

That’s when you notice his presence and get surprised that he’s there

That’s his cue to bombard you with compliments and then ask you about why you were drawing it

Almost waiting for you to fess up that you like monsters too

Which you inevitably do

I mean the party at the point isn’t all that personal with eachother (especially Shuro and his attitude with Laois)

It’s only once Laois sees your drawings does he get more nosy and curious about why you’re even in the dungeon to begin with

That’s when you explain that the only reason (or atleast main one) you dungeon crawl is to sketch monsters

The other party members are listening and all they can think of is how stupid that is considering you could get seriously hurt depending on how down you go

Laois agrees with that of course- but during the rest of your time with them he gets more into your business and even tries to help you sketch monsters by bringing them up to you in odd ways

As much as Laois might seem as pestering- he’s also really great to yap to

He’ll just listen especially if it’s about monsters (which it always is) and will even add his little tidbits here and there

You genuinely become one of his go to people to yap to and vise versa

He is pretty sad when you decide to leave the party to pursue something elsewhere (which you won’t disclose with him) but he accepts it

(This occurs before Shuro and Namari leave too)

Timeskip to more recent times where they venture back into the dungeon in order to rescue/find falin, this time with Senshi in tow and bump into you

You were battling a monster and they arrived just in time to witness the aftermath

They all light up (especially Laois) and start chatting with you + you meet Senshi

Eventually you end up joining the party again because it’s just inevitable at this point and after a particularly tasty meal made by Senshi -Laois sits by your side, pulls a book out of his ass, and asks if you drew the illustration in the guide he was now presenting to you

He gives an explanation as to why he’s asking which is just, “I recognized your technique/art style” and then continues looking at you expectantly

Not even a millisecond after you nod your head is he so happy and going on about how he knows a celebrity and even how he loves your drawing and how they’re anatomically correct and how-

Yea.

That’s sort of your cue to explain why you let tint he first place

Aka the fact that you only did so because you wanted to pursue something more while making a living out of it

You also admit- although a bit shyly- that you’d want to make your own guide someday

And he’s absolutely supporting you

Especially since you’re like the few people that enjoy monsters and share the same sentiments as him

[lovelywritinglady]

Muzan and Leanan sidhe! reader? Reader is a art eating fairy (what leanan sidhe means) and likes masterful art the best. However, they sense the infinity castle from where they are roaming and smell the 'food' (the paint) there. So, to get there, i imagine there would be magic involved. just phase through the ground and enter there that way. I'd think Reader would be astonished from how lovely the place looks, no? The infinity castle is pretty! After they find the art they'd marvel before beginning to savor each bite; unaware they were being watched... this enough detail?

This is Great! I’ll do my best to execute your vision!!

Art Eater

Muzan x fairy!reader

Reader specifically is a fairy that eats art and is attracted to art/paint. Readers gender is not specified.

Fluff, mentions of eating paint(please don’t do that!), Muzan is wayy out of character.

Nighttime was the highlight of your long days looking for your fix: delicious paintings. You have been starving looking for food. You can eat other things but everything you tried to eat tasted like hot ash in your mouth, so you didn't bother with it. Tonight you were fluttering around when the smell you've been longing for filled your nose with sweet delight. So, naturally, you followed it desperately.

Soon enough you found the source of the scent, however, you were met with severe confusion. "Where the hell is it." You questioned to yourself and you began flying around frantically looking for the paintings. With no luck, you decided to sit down on the grass below you. However, instead of sitting you sank and you sank. With a yelp, you fell far into the earth and landed on your ass. Your eyes were met with a wonderous sight and you thanked your magical abilities for allowing you to be able to tread in spaces that normal beings can't.

You sat up, opened your wings, and began fluttering around the large space. The scent you had been searching for filling the entire space you were now in. In fact there was no searching needed as you found a filled with the most beautiful painting imaginable. You almost felt bad for salivating as much as you did. You decided that you would just nibble at the edged as to not ruin the paintings. And so, you began eating the once closest to you. The first bite was so good that you moaned slightly at the very taste. The second bite was no different as you chewed much faster than before, almost ravenous for it. Whoever painted these used high quality paint and you were so thankful for it. In fact, you could swear that these paintings were the best you've ever had and you made a mental not to make sure that you stuck around in this magical place. You lost track of time with the amount you were eating as your previous thoughts about only eating the corners were ignored. As you had already eaten an entire painting, yet still hungry for more. As you moved onto another one and took your first bite, you felt chills run down your back. You looked to your left to see beautiful ruby red eyes staring back at you. It was a man with a curious look on his face, despite the curious look he seemed dangerous and you mentally cursed yourself for being so hungry.

"Who are you and why are you devouring my art." the man demanded as his eyes never left yours. You took your mouth off of the painting looking at it and seeing deep teeth marks. You then gulped nervously smiling at him trying to look innocent.

"Well...um..." You chuckled

"Spit it out!" he spat

"Jeeze, my name is y/n and...uh...your art is tasty...?" you said with a toothy grin while squinting your eyes.

"You're a fairy, aren't you?" He questioned

"Yep!" You beamed. "So what's your name?" You asked him trying to relieve the awkwardness.

"Muzan Kibutsuji" he replied as he scanned over the paintings. "Which one is your favorite?" He asked suddenly after some time.

"Oh um... I think that one. The one with the weeping woman. Something about her makes me feel something strange and I can't really figure out what it is." You told him staring at the painting with a soft smile.

"Yes, that one is my favorite as well." Muzan stated giving a similar look at the painting. You then realized something that you probably should have thought about before.

"So how long have you know I was here?" You questioned Muzan kinda regretting that you asked him that. "Welp, I'm dead." you thought to yourself closing your eyes awaiting the impact of whatever he might do. And yet, nothing came. It was silent for a minute until you heard the cutest soft laughter you've ever heard from any being ever. You opened your eyes to find the laughter come from him. And honestly you were shook that a man as scary as him could ever laugh like that.

"You're so amusing little fairy." He spoke as his smile went away and his previous behavior returned.

"Uh, thanks." You spoke awkwardly looking anywhere but him with the faintest blush on your face. "So can I get back to what I was doing before?" You asked being bold.

"Sure, just do not eat all of them as I do spend a decent amount of time on each one." He spoke casually like it was no bug deal that he makes such magnificent art. This left you surprised and you smiled wildly at him.

"Thank you so much!" You beamed. And might I say you're a brilliant artist!" you complimented trying to gain his favor

"See you around my little art eater." Muzan told you walking away without looking at you. "And thank you." he spoke one last time before disappearing somewhere in the vast castle.

And so you did the most logical thing to in that moment and returned to the painting you were previously munching on. You were glad that you fell through that hole and into the home of Muzan Kibutsuji and who knows what else is in here. You smiled to yourself and took a massive bite out of the beautiful and tasty painting.

Thank you so much for reading!💜 Thank you @cursetopia for requesting! I hope you like it!

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L.W.L

[sunny-sourzii]

you dont know me, but you've popped up on my feed plenty of times n all i have to say is this!!!

u're so cool n swag n ur art is so tasty n silly n skrunkly and oh my gods i am DEVOURING how you draw the dcas and just how you draw in general n rhrighrhttehgosbftso YOUR COLORS?? YOUR SHAPES?? YOUR BODY LANGUAGES?? eaten. devoured. gone.

amazing, wonderful beautiful gorgeous 10/10 cool swag awesome rjgorbeog

all /vpos :3

GUH,….G….,,,SNIFFLES..,,,.,NNS,,..,SHHNN,,,.,,

NO BUT THANK YOU AGJER

YOURE COOL TOO UHGRTRRRRUHUHUHUH

I never know what to say when people compliment me BIM IMIH JHE I???? SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF THANK YOU CRIES /POS

[pulsarsatellite]

HOLY MOLY FANART!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like them and Duck's wonderful fanfic!!

Oh yeah I like him too. He’s pretty neat

Aberration belongs to @pulsarsatellite

One Who Holds A Star belongs to @justaduckarts

[sunkenma]

the art of subtlety 

the many ways tamaki amajiki says “i love you” wordlessly.

650 words, fluff / hbd tamaki!

tamaki amajiki has never been good with words.

frankly, he has never been good with actions either. the fear of expressing himself and potentially garnering unwanted attention has always been on the precipice of his worries. yet if he had to pick the lesser of the two evils, he’d choose actions. 

actions, albeit still harrowing, are manageable when it comes to you. 

with you, he can’t help but want to do something, anything. anything that can help make life a little bit easier for you. may it be to carry your bag and books, or treat you to your favourite meal, or — even more scandalous for the timid man — hold your hand to prevent you from slipping on icy sidewalks, he would do it all. 

and he’s proud to say he does, although subtly to ensure you don’t notice. because if you ever did, he wouldn’t know how to explain himself. confessing to you is absolutely out of the question.

“the beef is sooo good!” you exclaim between bites. 

at the moment, you’re eagerly digging into the yakiniku you two have ordered for lunch as he contently sits across from you. watching you eat has always been one of tamaki’s favourite pastimes. you eat with so much gusto and excitement that just the mere sight of your silly little smile has him smiling and happily munching on his own food. 

correction, there mere sight of your silly little smile makes him happy in general. 

your cheeks are noticeably full as you ask, “did you try some yet?” 

“mhmm,” he responds meekly. he places another helping of meat on the edge of your plate as he does so, “it’s pretty tasty.”

tamaki inwardly smacks himself for lying to you. for the past few minutes, he’s been too preoccupied with grilling and placing most, if not all, the meat on your plate for him to actually try any of the food. in fact, having meals with you has always been this way — may it be peeling your shrimps, sneakily taking all of the vegetables you don’t like and replacing them with the ones you do like, or gifting you with his dessert. 

but that’s information he could never share with you, lest his feelings slip out.

a ghost of a smile lingers on his lips when he sees that a smidge of yakiniku sauce marks the corner of your lips. it’s cute. you’re cute. he has the strongest urge to kiss it — no, wipe it off for you, but he knows that doing so would only render him a collapsed and flustered heap on the table. 

“you have a little something here,” instead, tamaki opts to tell you. he points to the corner of his own mouth to indicate where the sauce is on your lips. again, he finds you adorable as you fumble to wipe it off, spewing out an embarrassed ‘how did that get there?’ 

he fondly looks on as you continue to devour the rest of the meat on your plate, wishing that there’s more he could for you. wishing that he didn’t have to be so subtle around you. wishing that he could simply pick up his chopsticks and feed you like his hand has been itching to do since you two sat down.

but for now, wishing is all he could do. it’s not a lot but tamaki is content. he’s content in knowing that these small gestures are still enough to make life slightly easier for you. he only hopes that these small gestures could eventually build up to the moment where he finally tells you how he truly feels. 

until then, he’ll stay subtle. 

( what tamaki doesn’t realize is that as he busies himself with serving you grilled meat, you’ve been putting some of them on his own plate when he isn’t looking. he isn’t as subtle as he likes to believe, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love watching him try. )