#*into a very sad puddle*

[ultrainfinitepit]

Moon Cycle 2 - a redraw of this piece.

[apocalypticdemon]

so i'm finally reading through the terror scripts and i think this was designed to cause me physical pain.

crozier was supposed to be drinking to schubert..... god

[mcskullmun]

[alchemania]

All of your Wanderer and Furina fics hit me right in the feels, I- THEY ARE SO GOOD. "Well SOMEONE has to be [angry]", this broke me. I need to see them interacting in canon now-

AWWW thank you so much! This put a huge smile on my face.

I saw a post on how they have a lot of parallels and my mind just ran from there, honestly.

I'll also admit that Wanderer yelling about being angry came directly from the heart - like after everything was over and said and done, besides Neuvillette deciding that he would make sure Furina would want for nothing; like. No one was angry on her behalf. No one seemed to be horrified by everything she'd suffered through, or taken aback by the weight of everything she endured, on the HOPE that everything would turn out alright. It was out of love, yes, but it hurt and it hurt very badly and Wanderer seemed the perfect candidate to be like "Where is your fury? Where is your righteous anger?" Because that's literally him as a character. Like. Even Shouki no Kami in the descriptions it talks about how he has seen so much SUFFERING, seen people go through so many things and how he understands humans, he has felt their suffering, he LOVES them. Because he's been there.

For him, taking that fury and weaponizing it, that is love. He will take your anger that you refuse to hold, or that is too heavy to, and cling to it like it's his lifeblood. He will stand in front of you and demand answers from the ones who wronged you, stain his hands red out of rage. That's just who he is. Eye for an eye and all that. And so like, with Furina, he sees what all happened to her and he sees that no one is angry or questioning and he's like oh. Okay. Then I Will Do It. He's the one holding up her anger to her like TAKE IT. TAKE IT. IT IS YOURS. IT IS OKAY TO HARBOR!! Do it!!

He's got a bigger heart than he cares to admit and good lord he feels SO strongly. Bro will kill for you if he cares.

[berrynes]

today is a take a most pleasant nap on a grassy field and wake up sunburnt day

[skelekins]

:)

Just cute scar thing been thinking about

Bc he hasn’t been able to use his comfy powers in a very long time (got corrupted by circumstance and, in turn trying to use it caused distress (especially bc the results were more and more lacking))

So when he first sees/feels/smells one of Kelek’s objects he’s just instantly drawn to it bc “smells like me, kind of, feels like comfort” just starts purring and kneading

Probably passes the fuck out and is actually somewhat relaxed

>w< luv scar being cute

[deityofhearts]

y’all know how you follow really cool ppl and it’s like “wow you’re so cool I hope you never follow me/we don’t become mutuals because you’d find out i am entirely uncool and unhinged”

[keeps-ache]

all kinds of things happen when it rains

[dykeyeonjun]

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[throwingmuses]

sunday evening has me feeling very much like this bag of wet hot dogs i found abandoned in the rain

[windrunner]

just yapping

got so. so much done today. more than i can or really want to express on here but i might try to make tomorrow an easier day (by mainly just using it to mail in things, go to the DMV, etc.) because my mom touched my back and said it felt like i was about to walk into a boxing ring??? LMAO. i need to respond to and check in with multiple people but i just. i feel like crying. i'm more "productive" than i have been in like. 2 years but the reality just hit me that this is like. my life now. it's just running and stress and my entire body being clenched like a fist. i would like to be loved tenderly for five fucking seconds if that's cool w/ god or whatever

[this-is-a-love-story-isnt-it]

It’s so sad that the “aquarium” that people made in the sidewalk around a leaky fire hydrant in Brooklyn got paved over.

Big cities are known for NOT fixing things, and a leaky fire hydrant that people were having fun with seems like such a small thing compared to whatever other problems they’re probably having around Brooklyn, why ruin people’s fun?!

[dragon-ascent]

You tend to dramaticize events. Poor Zhongli is a worrywart…or something.

Zhongli would be writing in his journal one fine day when you barge in after a bout of adventuring.

“Guess what! I almost got my head sliced off!” you exclaim, hands on your hips.

“You what?!” Zhongli drops his journal in shock. “Darling, what..?”

“I was playing with a kid and her plastic sword nearly did me in!”

Zhongli, who has already summoned his spear to behead whoever had dared to try beheading you, sits back down with a soft exhale. "Ah."

On another occasion, you come home in slightly damp clothes and tell your darling Zhongli, “I nearly drowned today!”

Your husband momentarily appears stricken, but he then eyes you sceptically. You’re not sopping wet. “Oh? Tell me what happened.”

“I tripped and fell into a puddle!” you moan. “Isn’t that awful? We’re lucky I’m alive and well! Rex Lapis gives his weakest soldiers his hardest battles!”

Zhongli tries to hide his smile as he fetches you a towel. “Indeed. What a treacherous puddle that must have been.”

When you're sick, lord have mercy. You'd be laying in bed, admittedly fine for the most part, save for a stuffy nose. But of course you have to be theatrical about it.

“This is the end for me…” You peer at your husband through half-lidded eyes. "I bequeath all my mortal possessions to you after my passing..."

Zhongli, quite used to your antics by now, merely hums. "And does that include your dried flower collection, dear?"

"Yes..." you groan, rolling over in bed. "But they'll never fill the void in your heart when I'm gone."

"How tragic, my sweet."

"I'm going to die tonight..."

"Oh dear, my sweet."

"Will you miss me?"

"Very much so, my sweet."

You pout. “You’re not sad enough! I’m sick! Siiiiick!”

“How true, my sweet. Shall I call every doctor in Liyue to tend to you with every medicinal remedy possible? The bitterer, the better. And how about, say, three weeks’ bed rest?”

Suddenly you’re not that sick anymore.

[gatun-gatunesco]

...

[coulsons-left-arm]

EVERYBODY SAY, "THANK YOU, L!" 😤

My biggest project yet, the RAU!! A modern day, restaurant based AU

Fandom: Prospect (2018)

Relationships: Cee & Ezra, Cee & Damon, Cee & Original Characters, Ezra & Original Characters

Summary:

If grief didn’t have the grip on her father that it did, he never would’ve made her look for work. Legally, she couldn’t work anywhere—no one would hire a kid under sixteen.

She had no hope. No beaming outlook on her situation. No understanding of why, or how exactly it helped their future.

All it took was one man who understood, and who made her future of work, and her future as a growing adult in a messy household, not all bad.

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

[cherryredstars]

omg hold on i love you so much i hope you are well. so i was sleeping peacefully in my bed today and suddenly this came to mind and i found myself on the floor.

it doesn't necessarily have to be sub Miguel, but i NEED NEED NEED a reader who has a sex stamina higher than burj khalifa. so miguel gets frustrated and overstimulated by the time its over, whining and trying to push her off of his lap type of shit because its his 4th or 5th orgasm. BUT HE WON'T, YKNOW WHY? BECAUSE HE IS HORRNY. BECAUSE ITS SEX AND IT IS GOOD SEX LIKE GAD DAYMMM

thank you

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Overstimulation, Creampie, A Second of Fingering

Summary: Who is he to deny good sex?

Word Count: 725 (Not Edited)

He doesn’t know how much more he can take. 

He’s surprised that he can even cum still. You’ve been at this for hours, greedily milking his cock and mewling at him. It’s fucking amazing. It’s like some shit his teenage mind would jerk off too. Some bizarre porn video concept. Except, this is real and he’s more of a mess than he thought he would be. 

He started out on top, fucking your desperate pussy until tears flowed from your eyes. He has the scratch marks on his back to prove it, raised and red. But after his second orgasm and your fourth, you still wanted more. But he was so tired, deeply satisfied as cock almost went numb from pleasure. But you looked so sad, giving him that cute little pout that he can never say no to. So, to summarize, his own weakness is to blame for his current situation. 

You’re desperately bouncing on his cock, no signs of slowing down. He’s flat on his back, moaning and groaning as he tries to get a steady grip on your hips. His cock is on fire, overstimulated and tired. It’s creamy with your combined cum, making loud squelches everytime you impale yourself on his dick. You won’t shut up, mouth dropped open as you scream and moan. Miguel is approaching his fifth orgasm, and he doesn’t know if there will be much cum left in him to fill you up with. 

“Fuck, fuck, mi querida, let up. Gonna actually milk me dry if you don’t fucking stop.” Miguel whines, his hand moving to press on your stomach in a weak effort to push you off.

You shake your head and whimper, holding his hand there with both of your own. You use your hold as leverage, still moving up and down on him. Miguel moans out when he can feel where he makes your skin bulge, his orgasm rushing down his spine. You’re whimpering out ‘please’ over and over again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finish. He feels the way your walls flutter and squeeze around him, earning a dying groan from him as it triggers his own release. 

His hips buck up weakly, spurting the very last drops of his cum into you. Both of you are panting, Miguel’s cock begging to be freed from your vice grip. You rotate your hips, softly mewling when his cock skims over your g-spot. Miguel protests as you work his cock, trying to hold your hips still to stop you. 

You lean down and kiss him, that hungry look still in your eyes, “So, so good, Miggy. That felt real good.”

Miguel can only hum in agreement weakly, his head thrown back against the sheets as he tries to regain himself. He gasps as you get up, slowly removing yourself off his cock with a soft pop. Miguel’s cock is semi-hard when he hits his stomach, still coated with cum. He can feel it softening further, his cock throbbing from overuse. 

Suddenly, you gasp loudly. It echoes off the walls, a sharp and unexpected noise. Miguel’s head shoots up to see if you’re hurt. 

Miguel groans when he sees and feels what had you gasping. You’re still hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips. Cum fucking flows out of you, finally being able to escape your flooded hole. It’s white and thick, running down your thighs and forming a puddle under you. It splatters on Miguel’s skin, and his cock jumps and hardens at the sight. Miguel lets out a tired sigh, grabbing your hips and stuffing a finger into you. You cry out, face blissed out as he fucks the cum back into you. 

“Fucking minx, you’re insatiable.” He grumbles, pulling his finger out and wiping it on the skin of your thigh. 

You whimper, quickly turning it into a scream as he seats you back onto his raw cock. His cock stings, fighting in protest. His body is tired and he’s sure he only has dry orgasms left in him. But he doesn’t seem to care, especially when you instantly start riding him again. It feels good, so good. Real good. He falls back into his weakness again, whining and cursing. 

He’s just a man after all, and what good man passes up on pornstar-level sex?