#Alr gn ^_^

[er1c-c4rtman]

peashooter lookin ass 💀

[lizaisdrawing]

Fun AI convos 🔔

[catcze]

NO BC LISTEN.

WIRO REACTING TO HIS CRUSH/LOVER WEARING A SUIT. LIKE IT FITS THEIR FRAME SO PERFECTLY AND SNUGLY AND WDYM “WHY IS HE LOOKING” OFC HE’S LOOKING LIKE HELLO???

I can’t tell if he would shameless let his eyes roam or would avoid looking at them KDIDKSKSK WIRO BRAINROT IS SO REALL

KAJNSDSA BROOO OMG okokokok something along the lines but 👀

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

You're fiddling with the cuffs of your suit as you exit the changing room, a frown on your face. You're nervous— of course you are! It's not often that you're invited to a high-profile, black-tie event like this, and you'd rather not stick out like a sore thumb.

Wriothesley, who sits comfortably in a plush armchair, has been invited before though. But time and time again he's turned down the invites with some of the most ludicrous excuses. 'A monster is attacking the fortress' is one of his most used ones, closely followed by 'a bird shat on the shoulder of my suit.' But you wonder why he's accepted this time, despite his distaste for the limelight. Well, you shrug, pocketing the thought for later. At least you won't be going alone.

"What do you think?" You pose the question to him, still frowning as you look down at yourself. Did you look okay? Was the fit alright? Did this color wash you out? You had splurged on this (well. Wriothesley splurged on this, technically. He had said it's a gift) and had the suit custom-done, so it should fit your measurements to an exact, but... you frown, not able to shake off the nerves.

And it doesn't help that Wriothesley hasn't said anything since you've stepped out, either. Merely stares at you, eyes roaming your figure. Even at your question, he acts like he hadn't even heard it. Does the suit look that bad?

"Wrio?"

That seems to reach him, and he blinks, finally registering that he's been staring at you— and that you've begun to stare back.

"Oh, uh. Yeah, it looks nice on you. The tailor did a very good job," he says, glancing away, hoping you don't see the red tinge to his cheeks or his ears.

"Really?" You ask, evaluating yourself in the mirror with a frown. "I don't know. I feel like I look like a mess."

"if you look like a mess, then I dread to think what I look like," he says, glancing at you for a second, getting an eyeful of you in that damn good suit, and feels his mouth dry up again. Wriothesley turns his eyes to the corner of the room, finding the fake palm plant there incredibly interesting. Barely more interesting than you. In that very flattering suit. It emphasizes your body very well, he thinks. Makes him see just enough of you while still leaving some to the imagination. And the color you chose for it... red and black, to match what he'll wear, you said. He sighs, troubled, because just the mere memory of it has his heart racing and his palms sweating.

You keep criticizing your reflection for a while longer, and it takes just enough time for Wriothesley to work up the self-control to look your way. "You look good," he says at last. Then clears his throat. His face feels hot. "Better than good, even. You don't have anything to worry about, I promise."

It placates you, because you finally give your own reflection a rest. You back away from the mirror, humming. "If you say so. Thank you, Wrio," you tell him, flashing him a small, shy smile just before you back up into the changing room once more to take it off.

Once you're out of the vicinity, Wriothesley drops his head into his palms, groaning softly.

if he's this much of a mess around you at a fitting, he wonders how much of a fool he could make himself at the actual event.

[naomiarai]

daddy ceo big dick lingerie obsessed mean rough pussy slapper jay

[lmadsadness]

have you ever gotten so lazy that you decided to go fuck it and post it anyways? Yeah that is me but have human Soundwave (i am not normal for them)

say hello to Shockwave right there lmaooo

[ask-the-sworn-partners]

have either of you killed a man and hid the body?

DDD: Wouldn't wanna reveal any government secrets now, would ya?

(It's ketchup guys relax)

[chososdiscordkitten]

life update:

im still in a rut, recently there's been a lot of construction in mai house so I haven't been getting that much sleep :( added with the horrid smokers/tuburculosis cough I had, and still having to go to work, I have been completely drained of my energy, inspiration, and money.

it has been a week since Ive last posted, and I have no fucking clue when ill post again (im so so so sorry)

it also doesn't help that people have been very mean in my inbox, and I put my life on hold to maintain this account- only to not see much progress in growth (im such an attention whore, I know) and to get back such negative marks on my writing.

by no means am I saying I am leaving this account- no. I just need a lil sabbatical where I have the opportunity to go outside on my days off, and not stay home for the sheer reason of, "I have to write." because I felt guilty for spending my free time not writing.

and I think that's why I have been so drained- ive spent allll my weekends since November saying, "no I cant go out today- I have to finish this piece before tommorrow."

people have taken advantage of my eagerness to please- being so demanding of free content and not giving me feedback on it- why spend days in my inbox asking for a req and when I finally post it- not even a reblog or a comment? whatever.

this has turned into a rant I didn't mean for it to, SORRRRYYY

anyway. I am grateful for the people who are active in my inbox and my comments, I see y'all and I love y'all for making me feel like my writing isnt some lower quality version of another author on here.

because, yes ive been told that, that I am a less talented version of a popular author on here.

and me thinks, from how much effort ive put into my fics, time, sleep, ignoring my physical needs just because I didn't wanna disappoint strangers on the internet, isnt worth it if im just gonna be compared to others on here.

I chose this- I know I did. and I will continue to choose it. I love the lil community ive built with people who I fucking appreciate sooooo very much for how much they've offered to me.

I will be back, I promise I will. my brain just hasn't been braining recently.

ive said it before- I will never fully leave this acc because I love it sooooo much, so I wont. but just for a lil bit.

if u wanna keep interacting w/ me, I have a twt where I spam shit, here it is :D

if you've read this far- KISS ME. ty for supporting me nd reading my 'lesser' writing lmaoooo

from a sad cowboy who misses choso,

Ten.

(p.s) I hate my new shower head :(

[sastielsfandom]

Rosy Hues

Castiel walked into the library and spotted Sam who was leaned back in his chair, balancing it while clicking a pen as he read his book. "Sam?"

"Uh, yeah," Sam tore his eyes away from the book as Castiel walked towards him with their hands behind their back, "Cas?"

With Sam's raised eyebrows, and glancing to Castiel's hidden hands, suspicion and confusion was to be expected, Castiel held out a hand, "I got this for you." Revealing a simple orange rose, "I know you guys don't celebrate Valentines, neither do I, but... I thought you'd like it."

"Thank you, Cas." Sam said, taking it and twirling it around, thousands of thoughts running through his head as he smelled it, "I appreciate it."

---

Sam managed to locate Castiel alone in the kitchen reading a newspaper, Sam doubted it was a recent one, Castiel had their favorite issues and rotated through them, "Hey, Cas."

"Hello, Sam," Castiel greeted back, tilting the newspaper down and looking up to see Sam hiding a hand behind his back.

Sam sat across from the angel and looked down at the table, "I uh," he laughed through his nose, "I wanted to return the gesture, for earlier," Sam said, revealing a lavender rose. Handing it over to the angel who fully placed down the newspaper in favor of the curious flower.

"Thank you," Castiel said, observing it closely, it was a beautiful rose that revealed a lot to Castiel who was curious if Sam knew what the first rose meant.

"Yeah, it was uh, no problem." Sam said, with a slight nod, even though he had to go to an actual florist for that flower, the local grocery store didn't have one.

With that Sam got up, not knowing what else to do, leaving Castiel with much to think about.

---

In his room, Sam sat on his bed wondering if he made the right call with the rose. He's not an expert on flowers by any means but he had been curious if there was a meaning to the orange rose, and was surprised with what he found.

He wanted to give Castiel a rose as well. And one that could be overlooked but mean what he wanted to convey. Red was way too bold. White didn't feel right.

When he stumbled upon a lavender rose he knew he had to find one. The florist had suggested to add more than one but Castiel went with one and Sam didn't want to them to be suspicious.

There was a knock on the door and Sam called out, "Its open," knowing it was Castiel. They opened it, their rose in hand.

"I have a question," Castiel said, walking further into the room, Sam watched carefully as Castiel sat on the edge of his bed.

"Go on," Sam encouraged and the angel looked up, noticing the floor they had given was in a vase with water on Sam's nightstand.

They rested the flower on their lap, "Did you know my intentions with my rose?"

Sam tapped the bed, "I think so."

The angel nodded, "So this color was intentional?"

"As intentional as yours," Sam confirmed, feeling the need to hold his breath as if he had somehow misread everything. 

"Interesting," Castiel said, twirling around the rose.

Sam didn't know what to say and just glanced back at the rose, "I think these two flowers, while different, belong next to each other," Castiel said, getting up placing the rose in the vase.

Catching the smile from Sam, "Yeah?" He asked, Castiel sat much closer to Sam this time.

"Yes, they fit." Castiel said, admiring the beauty in the room.

Sam looked down unsure what to do under Castiel's gaze, glancing back at the flowers, "They do."

Castiel reached out a hand that Sam took, "I don't expect anything to change if you don't want them to, but are we on the same page?" Castiel asked.

Sam moved closer, cupping Castiel's face, noses pressed against each other, not moving forward until searching in Castiel's eyes for an okay which he found.

Closing the distance, sinking into that feeling, not wanting to come out of it, as Castiel kissed back.

Both falling into the motions, allowing it to take them away for as long as they could dare.

Pulling away enough to breathe, Sam asked, "Do you think we're on the same page yet?"

"I don't know," Castiel murmured against Sam's lips, "I can do with some clarification."

Sam smiled, pressing his lips against Castiel's, happy to clarify however many times needed.

[scri--bble]

Such a caring sister am i rit? :3

[kyojurismo]

imagine sanemi had a nightmare one night. you were sleeping peacefully next to him, when he suddenly grabbed your neck and you panicked as you opened your eyes and found his face a few of inches from yours. his eyes were open but you could see very clearly that he wasn’t in full control of his actions. when he squeezed more you cry for his name, trying to make him stop. “san-nemi… pl–ease,” you even kicked him in the stomach as he didn’t move off you. you were close to pass out when he finally came back to his senses and let you go in a swift as he crawled far away from you, staring at the floor in shock. you coughed violently as you tried to catch your breathing, eyes filled with tears as you thought you were really going to die there.

the silence was loud. none of you had enough courage to actually make eye contact but sanemi knew that he must say something. “i’m sorry… i had a nightmare, i felt you moving and i thought…” he squinted his eyes before covering his face with his hands. you stayed there sitting on the futon as you look outside, in silence. this was wrong, you were never this quiet. “please say something,” he begged as he felt his eyes filling with tears, the feeling so foreign as he rarely cries. “i realised how strong you actually are,” you murmured, you never once turned your head to look at him. he was confused by your words, but then he saw how your hands were nervously gripping the sheets. you were scared — you found him scary. sanemi felt like throwing up, realisation slapping his face violently.

“y-you can go back to sleep, i’ll stay here… i’ll sit here and stay awake, i promise,” this time you turned your head to finally meet his purple eyes. “you need to sleep too, you’re a hashira. you’ll leave for the mission soon,” how could you care about such things now?! you spoke with very little emotion, as if your mind was still trying to process what just happened. “i don’t care about it. you need to rest, okay? i won’t touch you anymore,” he promised, his tone more firm now. “hm,” you stared at his figure for a couple of moments before lying down again, covering yourself almost completely.

“can you hold my hand?” you then asked him, after a long period of silence. he fought against it, before giving up and moving closer to you. he sat at a fair distance, enough to hold your hand so you could lie comfortably. you relaxed and managed to fall asleep, after a long period of time though. sanemi kept his promise and remained close to you, fully awake, till dawn.

the next morning you woke up alone. after a couple of moments, your crow entered and left a letter next to you, you quickly took it and started reading it.

don’t wait there for my return, you should go on with your things. i love you.

it was shinobu’s handwriting, which made you chuckle as you imagined the scene of him asking to write something for him.

your error was that of not understanding what he truly meant with those words. when he came back from his mission you waited patiently for him to finish his meeting with the master. when you finally saw him you sighed in relief when you noticed he didn’t came back with new injuries. you felt your heart shattering into million of pieces as sanemi walked past you without a word. everyone knew you were seeing each others, that’s why mitsuri gasped at the scene. you stood there in silence for a couple of moments, completely frozen, before you turned to look at him walking away with obanai.

“you should at least tell me in the face that you don’t want to see me anymore! you hear me, dickhead?! i hate you!” you didn’t care if you were causing a scene. sanemi gulped down the lump in his throat and kept walking, clenching his fists tightly.

that’s right, you should hate me.

shinobu reached your side swiftly and started comforting you as tears streamed down your face copiously. she walked away from the scene with you, so you missed how sanemi turned his head to glance at you… but he was grateful, because if he had met your eyes he wouldn’t have been able to walk away and leave you anymore.

he did it to protect you… he was protecting you… right?

[ask-olive-huchers]

((WAIT ONE MORE POST BEFORE I GO TO BED-))

((I GOT THE IDEA FROM THIS:))

[tailsprower207]

They were trying to work things out but someone got distracted… 🐎🐎🐎

[uzi-x33]

how it feels to no longer be talking to that one rlly toxic person>>>>

[lmadsadness]

hiiii babygrill /silly (he is brainrotting my head,,,,, i cant post warhammer 40k doodles now,,,, /pos)

ermmmm blood ver below here!!!!

[fungal-boy-witch-yay]

stabby stabby murder wedding with @catinasink idk I’m sleep-drunk