#AND working solo days.

[androidboy]

forgot 2 take my meds today. 5 am & can’t sleep. too many things i want to do & also so stressed about the current state of my bank account.

[btsjk-biased]

Happy Birthday, Jimin! ♡ (1995.10.13)

[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[shannonsketches]

I just wanted to play with color on Toyotarou's art and I these panels spark the most joy

[thevoicefromthestars]

[io-lu-art]

Just some random, stupid idea I had during the middle of the night... so I started scribbling around...

Oh, dear Rey...

"Webtoon" format after the page break (I guess). You choose your fav.

(if the quality feels bad, it's because I started drawing this with a height of 1080 pixels in landscape format *cries*)

I am still debating whether or not to include this in my fanfiction. There are some shots missing, just to illustrate how anxious and hopelessly in love he is. Well, we'll see. I may or may not continue this.

The context? Do you even need it? Spoilers in the hashtags.

[atlantis-area]

TAEMIN - Guilty (Fancam, Binh Dinh Festival, 240330) [cr.]

[srldesigns6277]

Louis backstage (and shirtless) at Away From Home Festival 2024

[schnaf]

23 days until gaon's 23nd birthday

day 23 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - gaon's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 6

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 971

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus' body is an inferno. He's well used to running hotter than most. It's just another part of who he is, that doesn't occur to him the majority of the time.

The first few times you'd shared a bed, you'd wriggled out of his grasp, sweating and uncomfortable. Had he had less control over himself, he'd have pouted. (You probably didn't miss the furrow in his brow though.)

So he'd slept wearing as little as possible.

Still too much, waking up in the middle of his sleep schedule to find you across the bed, covers thrown off to cool down. Shedding your discomfort.

Next he'd taken to pulling your clothes off. Always a delight, this time a driven aim. It had worked somewhat, you'd wrapped yourself into his embrace and tangled around him, seeking out the heat of his body like he was your personal pillow.

It lasted longer, but still he was awoken by you edging away, seeking the chill of a turned over pillow and the outside of the duvet.

He'd changed the type of bedding he used, bought you new bedding.

You'd told him to stop worrying, to stop paying expenses, sometimes it was just too warm.

Sylus was sure at that he'd grumbled like a child. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted to wake up with you in his arms.

Everytime you moved out of his reach, he itched and ached like scales growing through raw skin. It was one of the few times he envied the doctor, he never seemed to have trouble with keeping you clinging throughout your slumber.

Eventually he had two things fitted, a ceiling fan and air conditioning. The change to temperature meant so little to him, unbothered by heat or cold. When you'd seen them on your next visit, you'd been incredulous. Since when did he need either of these?

He didn't answer that he needed them for you, for him, he just made an offhand comment about the best, and preparation for the future. (The immediate future. His sleep quality.)

His relief that day when he'd woken up, your head under his chin, legs tangled with his, and arms around him. Seeking out his skin against yours.

The second you left the bed, however, you'd complained for the chill. He left the remote for the new tools of his victory, in your hands, but he had gleefully held you as long as he could, chin on shoulder and hands dancing across cool skin.

Your week off has allowed him to experience that for a few days now, he's using your sleep pattern for the week, though there is no real track of time in the sky of the N109 Zone. He doesn't want to make your return to work difficult.

As he wakes, this morning you have stayed asleep, catching up on long hours. Your back is pressed to his chest and you're holding onto his arm. He won't tease you about the drool out the corner of your mouth, but he files away the image for himself. Tickled and endeared.

He doesn't want to wake you, you're so peaceful... but he can't stop himself from pulling as close as he can. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck, and breathing you in.

You smell like his last meal in every life. Like he could bite down and die happy, your blood in his mouth and your soul in his chest.

If he were a weaker man, perhaps he'd drool as well, salivating and starving.

He certainly feels starved when he cannot keep you close, desperate and dogged.

You'd teased him that he reminds you of a wolf, and he thinks that's more accurate than he likes. He would bite your hand lovingly, but tear and snarl at your command, if that's what you wanted from him.

Sylus wants to get up, if he can get breakfast ready, he can see your eyes light up. Hand you a mug of coffee, that turns his nose, in bed. So you'll kiss his cheek and sigh happily.

He feels satisfaction when he sees you happy because of him. Yet...

Pressed against you, your chest moving with each breath. So alive, and warm and his. You trust him to guard you, to kiss your neck when the scent drives him to madness, to keep you warm against the cold. He once mused that you still took his hand despite how dangerous he was, and every day he marvels more at how you continue to do so.

Now when you take his hand, you place a kiss on his knuckles. That if he had no healing ability, would be scarred and torn and ruinous. He thinks, that even if that were the case... you would still kiss them tender and raw.

You had always seen something in him that no one else did. Flowers suiting his soul, a smile worthy of his face, love belonging in his hands.

He feels sick with the feeling, overflowing from where joined hearts beat in his chest, but it's a sickness he would never wish to heal himself of. Peace found despite how little he probably deserves it.

Sylus is selfish though. A fragment, a taste, a burst of you had not been enough. Millennia's will not be enough. Until the end of the world itself he will never think this is enough.

No matter his sullied hands, or the actions he has made, some of which he would not apologise for, he will never relinquish his treasure.

His Soul.

You who owns his heart for eternity.

As he bites down at your shoulder, stirring your sleep, and laves with his tongue to your sleepy pleasure, he settles for a taste of the cure to his hunger, that he plans to draw out forever.

[xhollowfaerie]

Vergüenza

(I was honestly surprised I haven't seen more people write this? I'm also kinda shy about posting this... Praying to Andraste that nobody who knows me irl other than my partner ever finds this. Yes I swear I am trying to piece all my Lucanis drabbles together somehow and post them on ao3 very soon!! Is this too niche or ooc? Idk. This actually started from the idea of Spite basically lowkey stalking? Rook and seeing Taash hit on her, then running to tell Lucanis, but it uh, turned into this instead. Oops. And no, he hasn't told him yet. )

Tags: nsfw, masturbation (not very graphic though), demi4demi inexperienced Rookanis, Lucanis is down horrendous

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Spite scared the daylight out of the Crow when he snuck up on him.

"Lucanis! Bad news. Spite must tell you! Was following Rook, and-"

“Mierda, this is what you've been doing, when you finally give me some peace? You… you follow her around, like a dog?”

Spite bared his teeth. “Not like you? Think you’re so much better. Always pouting. Missing her. Like a dog. Like a sad. Puppy.”

Lucanis didn't dignify him with a witty retort, and instead kept prodding.

“So you watch her? All day?”

“And night! Watch Rook. Beautiful. Peaceful. So soft. Smells. So good. I want to touch her. Lucanis. You want. To. Touch her!”

“Oye, what am I going to do with you… wait- you- you watched her sleep? Are you insane?”

He nodded happily. “I see more of Rook. More than Lucanis. Her body. Plump, delicious. I want to taste it.”

Lucanis's face flared. He held a hand in front of himself to discourage Spite from talking, and he could hear chatter behind the pantry door. He felt his digits start trembling, his ears considerably reddening. He had to find a way to shut him up before the things he said completely demolished his composure.

“Please, Spite, for the love of all that’s-”

That was not enough to deter a demon of Determination. Of Passion.

“Her curvesss. Will feel so good in our hands, Lucanis. Her thighs. Thick. Warm. Wrapped around usss. Taking us.  All of us. Deeper.”

“No, no, no, no, no, we've talked about this-”

“Feel her, Lucanis! Taste her! Make her cry for us. Why do you deny us?! Nnnrgh, I WANT ROOK!”

He made the Crow see what he saw, a blissfully disheveled Kore, resting on the couch in her room. Her legs were turned towards the edge of the couch, left folded to tuck her foot behind the groove of her right knee, back resting against the plush fabric. One arm was draped across her midsection, while the other served as a pillow for her head. She slept so soundly, it was hard to even make out if she was breathing from afar, but, of course, Spite had inspected her… intimately. Her pale pink chemise, too short to cover her ample curves, stretched deliciously over the fullness of her chest, revealing more than enough to make Lucanis plant his trembling hands onto the stone wall as he felt his knees grow weak, breathing heavily.

“Sangre del Hacedor” he mouthed with a wince as he became painfully aware of the restraint of his pants. His forehead joined the cold surface, in hopes to offer some relief to the blazing sensation across his cheeks, neck and ears, squeezing his eyes shut. He had to get that image out of his head, or he would lose what little sanity he had left.

Lucanis, he heard her voice dance within his thoughts, enunciating his name with her irresistible accent, prompting him to whimper helplessly.

“No, I can’t, Rook. You are too precious, too special. I can’t- This is- deplorable, I’m-” “Hard” Spite teased, letting out a snicker.

“Lucanis! So hard. For Rook. Again.”

His dexterous hands had lost any deftness as they cupped his face in shame. He took a deep, wavering breath into his lungs.

You’re my favourite Crow.

Dark, complex and intriguing.

I’m still here.

Her words haunted him. The pathetically shaky breath that left his lips announced his resignation as he, for the… oh, he had lost count, reached towards the lower half of his abdomen. It was too much. The pain, the throbbing sensation, the heat. He couldn’t think. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to focus for days, like he did at first, until he finally caved and began searching for any semblance of relief.

Spite cackled gleefully.

“Again! Again, Lucanis! How many times? Eight? Nine? Ten?”

He tried his best to ignore Spite, focusing on his memories of Rook, of her loving smile, her kind eyes, the addictive shape of her waist, the sensation of her fingertips on his skin, the arch of her cupid’s bow, her inviting lips, her beautiful, glittering makeup, always so perfectly put together, the elegance with which her hips swayed when she was around him… Her gentle, comforting voice, her brilliance, her impressive knowledge of magic, of cultures and languages and history, the ease with which she relaxed around him, around Spite. The way she handled Spite, so naturally. The jokes. The flirting. The protectiveness she displayed, for both of them. The care she bestowed onto him, that gentle, fragile moment when they’d almost kissed. The attention she gave him. The way she asked if he had managed to sleep. The way she inched towards him, always getting closer. The way she blushed when he rarely dared to court her, her surprise, her bashful giggles when Spite would speak their thoughts about her out loud. Her intoxicating, sweet scent. How she fought tooth and nail for what was right. Her honeyed laugh. Her tears, bouncing like pearls off the bewitching roundness of her cheeks.

The way she made him coffee.

“Want to? Grab her hair. Make her squeal. Slide inside, feel her tighten. All of her. Yours. Ours. All to ourselves.”

“Fuck” he rasped under his breath, closing his eyes in an attempt to avoid fully acknowledging what he was doing. He thought of the time he caught her in his arms mid battle, feeling her land on his chest, pressing her softness into him, feeling the weight of her on top. His pace quickened, remembering that split second that he dared to look into her eyes, the firm grip he had on her hip, the way his fingers perfectly followed the curve of her lower back, the gaze of a starving siren staring back at him as her eyes seemed to devour him alive.

“Never been inside. Before. But you want to. So desperate. To fill her. Claim her. Please her.”

He denied it for so long. He loved her too much. Much too much. But that look, and so many other fugitive glances.

He couldn’t believe, or, maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe it was easier to distance himself that way. He just couldn’t fathom.

That…

neediness in her eyes. 

It drove him crazy. Made him feral. It pushed him to the brink of-

“Kore” he shuddered, his voice pitching as he buried his face into his arm, a sad attempt at muffling the grunting and panting as he tried to catch his breath. A shiver echoed through him.

Spite was gone again. For now. Of course, he got what he wanted. Pulling on his strings until he snapped. Making sure to embarrass and humiliate him as much as humanly - demonically possible.

Maldito. 

Leaving Lucanis in an incriminating setting of his own sweat and… Ugh. Now he had to clean up.

So pathetic… I need to stay away from her. I have to. I don’t know what I’ll do when I can’t hold back anymore.

A Crow’s training tested every limit, heightened every endurance. And yet. The one weakness he had, the most vulnerable spot, he could have never trained out of himself. It etched itself too deep within his very essence. A beautiful, pink rose, cradling a single black feather. It was Rook. His Achilles’ heel.

[ennuijpg]

[240404] 온리원오브

2024 World Tour dOpamine, São Paulo

It was a more hot performance with lyOn's hOt shouts❤️‍🔥

lyOn의 뜨거운 함성과 함께해 더 hOt한 공연이었어요❤️‍🔥

[dearweirdme]

🙌🏻 can we please have a bit of a celebration for the queer representation in this mv 🌈.

[jjs-brainrot]

It's time once again to take a look at what's coming in the next anime season and Winter 2025... Is not looking to hot for me...

There's a fair amount of continuations to decently popular series but good lord there's so many uninterested looking series that don't have anything that immediately catches my attention and the generic isekai trash pile looks extra hefty this season. I'm sure I can carve out a decent watch list, but I'm probably going to have to do a fair amount of dumpster diving beforehand...

Continuations:

Shangri-La Frontier S2 (Second cour)

Fuck yeah, more Shangri-La Frontier!

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun S2

I remember liking the first season a lot so I'm looking forward to more.

For Sure:

From Bureaucrat to Villainess

I've already read the manga so this one is an early recommend. It's basically "What if the most supportive and caring father figure in your life was also an ojou-sama".

Maybe:

I May Be a Guild Receptionist, but I'll Solo Any Boss to Clock Out on Time

Quest giver going "Fine I'll do it myself". Yeah sure I'll check that out.

The Red Ranger Becomes an Adventurer in Another World

Tokusatsu red ranger getting isekaied? Yeah sure, that sounds like it might be fun.

Sorairo Utility

Another golf girl stor- i mean, anime. I probably wouldn't have given this the time of the day normally, but Birdie Wing demands I at least check out if the CGDCT golf anime has any sauce.

Sakamoto Days

I've seen panels of this around so sure I'll give the former hitman anime a try.

I Have a Crush at Work

An established relationship in office setting. Could be cute.

Tasokare Hotel

Concept sounds sorta kinda like Death Parade so it might be worth a look.

[jeonwon-wonwoo]

joshua: snp ads shoot sketch

adorable shua 💖:

[wafflinglumos]

(Idk if I should put a content warning but I’m going to just to be safe for; vague mentions of SA. Also this is just how I personally feel about dramione, ship whatever you want)

I will now and forever be a dramione hater, I hate how certain dramione shippers perceive Hermione.

Hermione “brightest witch of her age” Granger would NOT fall head over heels for the guy who bullied her and called her a slur for six years. Also, in what WORLD would Draco ever feel that way about Hermione? Draco was a spoilt little brat who hated muggleborns and thought they were subserviant to purebloods, it wasn’t a “playground crush”, he felt Hermione was beneath him(and NOT beneath him in the way that you guys try to push in fanfics)

Also, ALSO, if the only way you can make Draco a likable love interest is to bash Ron, maybe he’s just a bad love interest.

Don’t even get me STARTED on how heavily sexualized Hermione is sometimes, Jesus Christ it’s like her whole personality is just being a glory hole for Draco at any time of the day it’s GROSS, on that note the amount of SA, specifically of Hermione whether it be from Draco or a third character just to make Draco save her and be a cool good guy, which is in an abundance of dramione’s media is so gross. You give Draco the barest minimum of character development, sometimes not even that, then make Hermione basically just an one dimensional hole with no other characteristics except her sexual prowess, and that’s not saying you can’t make Hermione be comfortable with her sexuality, that’s great, but holy shit is that all she is, is that all the development she gets as a character in your mind??

To make it even worse, Draco is sometimes STILL a piece of shit to her, news flash guys “mudblood” isn’t a silly little insult in the Harry Potter world, it’s a derogatory slur!

It’s not even enemies to lovers! At all! Drarry is enemies to lovers! Dramione is just bully x bullied, oppressed x oppressor at the worst.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk ig, stan drarry and romione