#I LOVE SORTING RAHHHHH

[moominpopzz]

Just spent like 2 hours sorting beads god I love autism

[arthrobug]

Holy fuck it's the Mistah Rayman the Legend woah

He's so totally fun to draw and I can't wait to see if he's going to just be a major red herring and be the sweetest lil' guy ever, the most dastardly guy that's 100% going to shoot someone in the face in existence, is just being threatened into submission by Eden, is being puppeteered/brainwashed by something or other, WHATEVA it's going to be so cool anyway cuz it's THE RAYMAN

[petaldarling]

"and I am the idiot with the painted face,"

a/n: they notice you masking! :3

cw: cursing, autism, poor explanation of masking (i sort of only found out I was masking a few months ago lol)

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RAHHHHH I LOVE COMFORT RAHHHH

[aae-tuu]

The Prince and His Angel

Ft: Luka (alien stage, gn!reader, I hate him but I loved writing for him, RAHHHHH, might be ooc cause I’m still learning to write for him but whatever it’s fine)

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He didn’t believe in God, Satan, or anything of the sort.

But the second he laid eyes on you, he believed that God might’ve been the one to carefully craft you, adorning you with the sun in your eyes, clouds for hair, your skin kissed by an Angel.

He also believed that if Satan were to lay eyes on you, he’d kiss your closed eyes and repent, not being able to resist the pulling of your bared heart to the world around you.

And when your hand touched his own for the first time, it was then he realized he needed you.

It was almost reverent the way he’d look at you, like the slightest movement you make his way would have him crumbling to his knees, willing to kneel in supplication before you.

It was as if some cosmic force was binding him to you, and he found himself surrendering to the allure of temptation.

The sound of your voice was honey, the way you say his name was a gentle caress that wrapped around his very soul. The sight of you was even more so, so sweet. A sweetness that was one he found himself craving time and time again with every fiber of his being.

It seemed as though every step you took in that garden that was akin to Hell’s burning realm, seemed to grow flowers, life flowing from you and seeping into the world that you lived in. The colors from your eyes painted the normally black and white world he saw, a genuine, giddy smile on his face as he watched you go.

You were so saintlike, so divine, so near and yet so distant.

His hands would reach out for you, only for you to playfully pull away, a laugh falling from your lips as your gaze softened at him, and oh how lovely that look on your face was, especially when directed towards him.

He’d take another step and another, as many as needed to get closer to you. He desired the comfort, the heat, the feel of you against him, because that’s the only way he can feel a semblance of longing for a life of his own, wishing, dreaming of a world where it could just be you and him, the only thing separating you two would be a thin, trembling layer of air.

To the river you’d go with him trailing right behind you, your words carried by the waters flowing song to his ears, your laugh the melody that played on repeat in his heart.

And his heart, the oh so fragile heart of his that he resented, you could rip out to keep if you wished.

[astrxsee]

I absolutely loved "price bringing the boys to his country home for the holidays," RAHHHHH, thank you for sharing your visions 😁 also re: your tags, I Will be getting you started on how soap talks SO FREAKING DIRTY About Price's pride and joy - - lord -- anyway, love for the New Year!

<3 -@horny-for-tf141

ilysm this is my first ask ever eeeeee

also this is part 2 to this

no bc simon wont shut up about you. johnny would hear about every interaction between the two of you that day. the scot eating up every sweet word that falls out of the larger man’s mouth.

“i could just smell her ‘air, took everythin’ in me not to grab her right there.”

soap would nod like an eager puppy, probably holding back something borderline feral.

“yeah, l.t., those eyes, they just do something for ya. don’t they?”

he’d say to ghost, pushing him to say more. he’d try and miserably fail to hide the growing tent in his pants as his superior kept talking. soap couldn’t help but to notice the tension in simon’s body and the way his hands would ball into fists as he kept talking.

“now what was she thinking putting on that slutty little dress on new year’s eve. god i wanted to rip that little number in half. our little birdie should know that she’s all mine.”

simon would say, his eyes peering over to johnny.

“aye, l.t., poor lass doesn’t know what’s good for her is all. show her what she needs. cap’ can’t keep her here forever.” the scot speaks up, the light from the warm fire your father made earlier flickering over his face.

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AND OMG don’t even get me started on how they’d treat you in person like…

just imagine it’s christmas eve and your father is throwing a party for his team and a couple of his friends. simon can’t keep his eyes off you the entire night, and you know it.

you’d eventually drag him out to the porch for a smoke, him grumbling in opposition while you sweetly bat your eyelashes at him. of course he followed you like a dog, he’d follow you anywhere.

imagine cuddling into his side complaining that it’s ‘too cold’ and him putting his arm over your shoulders and pulling you in.

“why can’t you stop looking at me, simon?” you asked innocently, your eyes looking up at him. you knew the exact answer but this was just too fun.

he lets out a long groan, his hand running over his masked face.

“don’t do this to me, princess.” he practically begs you. his eyes filled with a feeling you can’t quite place.

then imagine you starting to tease him more as you trace cute patterns into the fabric of his stupid christmas sweater. his breathing becoming labored as he leans his head back, his eyes shutting. my man is fighting for his life

“please, lovie, you don’t know what you do to me.” he grits his teeth as his hands travel down to your hips. his large hand taking up so much space, squeezing onto you like you’d disappear.

“i’m sorry, si. i just can’t help it when you’re exactly what i want.”

you think it’s the doe eyes and the small kiss you pressed to his neck that gets you into the next situation.

in a split second, he had you pressed up against the siding of your father’s his captain’s house. his large arms caging you in between him and the wall. you could hear low growls coming from his throat. one of his large hands comes to rest on your hip as he buries his nose in your neck.

“you haven’t left my mind since i got here, dove. you’ve grown up so much since the last time i saw you, i just can’t help myself.”

he inhales sharply, breathing in your scent. he trails feather light kisses along your jawbone, almost like you’d break at any sort of pressure.

“you’ve been mine and you’ve always known it. just had to let you figure it out for yourself, princess.”

now don’t imagine johnny watching from inside, chubbing up at the sight of his lieutenant devouring price’s lovely, innocent little daughter. maybe ghost would let him watch when he takes her virginity

[bumblehoneybee]

DEVOURING YOUR MOUTHWASHING WORK LIKE EGG DROP SOUP (I LOVE THAT SHIZZ RAHHHHH)

Can I rq a continuation of Easy Smiles and Easy on the Eyes. I like how this is going ngl, they’re both idiots (slowly falling in love with each other, methinks everyone knows it), this time it’s them hanging out, like Reader helping him around stuff when Daisuke is helping Swansea and Anya’s doing paperwork.

Jimmy’s… jimmy, probably sulking in the cockpit (up to you where you place him LMFAO)

Take It Easy

"This is a surprising amount of paperwork." You remark, glancing between the various forms in your hands. Curly chuckles, a resigned agreement. "And you just gotta sign it?"

"Sort it too." Curly hums, placing his own packet onto a small pile towards the center of the table. It gives him a moment to admire the way your head cocks when you're confused, brows furrowed as you puzzle your way through official documents. "Not everything goes to the same place, you know?"

"Ooh, order forms." You say, not listening. "I can order a lighter??" Curly doesn't even have to open his mouth before you're somewhat hiding behind the forms. "Er, um, not that I would. . . That's dangerous."

"It is." Curly chuckles, plucking the papers from your hands. You just pout, and it's almost enough to crumble his resolve with ease. It's scary, the hold your cute face has over him. "No lighter for you."

You smack the table with your fists in faux despair.

This is surprisingly nice. Curly had only moved out here to properly spread out all his documents and organize them easier. Order forms, safety protocols, updated policies for approval, all the works that kept the higher-ups happy and legally not responsible for anything costing them profit. You joining in, helping him keep things straight, as well as keeping him sane, wasn't on the docket, but he's really grateful you're here.

Even boring things like paperwork can be fun with you around.

And the best part is that you're opening up to him, willing to be a little silly and casual. Curly knows that his position as captain can make him a little unapproachable, but his persistence in hanging around you with the others has slowly formed a bridge between the both of you. And here his efforts really shine through.

"Ta-da." You carefully place the folded up paper before him. Curly briefly mourns whatever important document it used to be, but it's pushed to the back of his mind when you do little jazz hands. "It's a frog."

Curly has to laugh. "What did you make this out of?"

You pout again. "Jimmy's monthly progress report."

Curly chokes on his laughter. "Wha-! You-!"

"But look!" You interrupt, pressing on the back end of the frog. The paper flicks, causing it to do a backflip. "Whoa!?"

You're impossible, and maybe this is too casual, too silly, but god has Curly not laughed like this in ages. He has to stop you from doing another froggy backflip for him, his hand engulfing your own before he can think better of it.

"Stop it." He chuckles, rubbing his face. You just give him a cheeky grin. "No messing with progress reports. Besides your own."

"Boo. You're no fun."

Curly shakes his head at you, his thumb stroking over your knuckles. It's mindless and slow; he can feel how soft your hands are like this-

The both of you straighten up. Curly pulls his hand back, face burning as you shove yours into your lap. But there's a tinge of pink to your cheeks, grin turning sheepish.

"S'alright." You say before he can apologize. "Just let me keep the frog and we'll call it even."

Of course that's your main concern. Curly shakes his head, but presses on the frog so it flips. "Terrible. You're terrible."

"I didn't tear it, though, look-" You promptly tear the report trying to unfold it. "Aw, fuck-"

Curly guffaws. Hopefully Jimmy isn't too upset when he has to fill out the report again.

[livelaughloveluffy]

first kiss - monkey d. luffy

a/n: rahhhhh clearly i'm just a hypocrite and will continue to lie, here's another fucking song for this fic. but literally you cannot tell me this song isn't soooo luffy coded. like loving luffy would sound exactly like: this

a/n: i'm going to be so honest when i say that this song inspired this fic 😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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-you never anticipated the raven haired boy to kiss you as he was running up to you with a wide smile, on the verge of laughter, pulling you into a tight hug, but suddenly his lips were on yours, and who were you to deny him of that? when you finally pulled away, eyes wide with shock, all you could see was luffy, with his head thrown back laughing, pure content and joy written all over his face.

-his kisses are akin to drinking pure happiness. when his lips are on yours, you can feel nothing other than the pure unadulterated love he has for you, radiating as bright as the sun.

-just like the captain, his kisses are playful, messy, and a bit quick. you can feel his growing smile as his lips meet yours, luffy will wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly can to him. he loves when you rest one of your hands on his cheek, the other on the nape of his neck, softly playing with the ends of his hair.

-luffy isn't shy about kissing you, he doesn't hesitate to pull you in for a kiss, to leave dozens of little pecks on your cheeks, or anything else of the sort. privacy be damned, when the captain loves you, he loves you so proudly and publicly, because he has absolutely nothing to hide.

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a/n: enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!!

[darylsdelts]

Hi lovely, how are you? I saw a TikTok where this girl was babying her partner to see how he’d react. It got me thinking what would Daryl be like if he was half asleep or half awake on his partner’s chest while they call him all sorts of sweet names and kiss his face and play with his hair. Sorry if it’s cringey!!! I just love babying men 🤣🤣

OH MY GOD I SAW THIS TOO AND INSTANTLY THOUGHT OF DARYL!!! RAHHHHH!!!

Okay picture this, It’s super early in the morning and you wake up first which is unusual, usually Daryl is already up and gone by now but today you wake up to the archers messy hair spread across your chest.

He had a tough day yesterday which probably explains why he’s still letting out soft snores into your pillowy breast. One of his arms is bent and held to his chest, the other is on you, his hand flattened over your collarbone.

His lips are parted ever so slightly, looking down you can see his cute nose nuzzled against your sternum.

You move your hand, the one that isn’t on his back, very slowly to hook his hair behind his ear so you can get a good look at his soft and fair eyebrows and his relaxed eyelids.

HE LOOKS LIKE A SNUGGLY BABY!

His nose twitches slightly when his hair is moved away, letting out an almost missable whiny sound.

Your force yourself not to giggle so that your chest doesn’t move whilst he gently rubs his cheek on your chest, nuzzling further.

You bend your neck to plant a kiss on the top of his head, your hand now cupping his jaw and your thumb stroking over his stubbly cheek.

“Good morning sleepy baby…”

He groans quietly, actually sounding like a cranky toddler.

“Nuhh” his protest is so quiet you almost miss it.

“You look so pretty Dare Bear”

God, how that nickname makes him cringe (he secretly loves it but he’s never want you saying it in front of anyone)

“Mmm shuddup”

Your other hand rubs his back, softly squeezing his side then rubbing circles on his hip over his boxers. You remember him almost falling asleep in his jeans last night when you were playing with his hair, you had to practically undo them and pull them off of him.

EEPY BABY OMGGGG

He still has his shirt on though, there was no way you were getting his head off your chest last night to pull it off.

“C’mon stinker, let’s get up”

He grumbles.

“If you get up now, I’ll make you toasts and cut the crusts off…” you bargain.

He starts to shift up into a sitting position.

“Hmmmphh… evil woman…”

I definitely just made up a few words but whatever. He’s baby and he prefers toast without crusts because he’s a little prince and a brat. Teehee! Thanks for the request anon!!

[dragoncult-handmaiden]

If you are a woman who plays Elden Ring, PLEASE REBLOG THIS!!!!

I have not met a single woman irl who plays Elden Ring, and it saddens me. I don’t know many women in general who are gamers. Hell, I’ve only met one other serious female gamer in my life

I’m NOT saying this as a pick me sort of thing. The beauty of streamers is that since we can see them online, it gives us the illusion that female gamers are everywhere. But we are not. We are in the vast minority.

So please, if you are a woman and play Elden Ring, reblog this! Female gamers unite, we need more representation!!

And can we appreciate the badass women of Elden Ring while we’re at it??? We couldn’t have made it through the game without the guidance of multiple women. And also THANK YOU FROMSOFT for not sexualizing any women in the game. I LOVE WOMEN RAHHHHH

Tumblr wouldn’t let me add any more pics, I love all women in Elden ring (except Marika for obvious reasons)

[ii-confusing-confessions]

WELCOME TO II-CONFUSING-CONFESSIONS!

I saw so many people make those ii-[thing]-confessions blogs so I gave in & made my own!

Last edited: 05/05/25 (dd/mm/yyyy)

Reason: changed 🐾💐 haru anon to 🐾💐 anon (haru means anon so im just saying anon anon)

(stamp creds go to thisdastampdoesnotexist)

Rules for confessions:

Because this is II-Confusing-Confessions, all confessions must be confusing, perplexing, odd, &/or cryptic in nature about the II series, its characters or its fandom. If that is not the case, then the confession won’t be sent.

Relating to the above, other characters from other media (includes non-object show media) can also be mentioned, but II must be in the ask in some sort of way

Suggestive asks are allowed, BUT NOTHING NSFW!!! This blog is run by a MINOR!!!!!!!! (SHOOTS LAZER BEAMS AT YOU)

No harassment/bullying/whatever, I feel like this should be obvious but just incase.

Asks in different languages are allowed, BUT only if they’re easy to translate

Uhhhh that’s all I have for now but I will update this list again incase I forgot some stuff to add…

Other notes about confessions

If the confession is allowed to be sent but I am unable to answer it for whatever reason (such as the 28 mepads), I will simply take a screenshot of the confession & if the confessioner isn’t on anon then I’ll mention them too (unless it doesn’t allow me to do so)

Most of the time I will send confessions the order of which they are sent, so if you see me answering other confessions assume that there’s a good amount in the inbox

I think the only case where I will send the confession sooner than it’s supposed to is if it’s a question about Paintball or something… (I LOVE PEOPLE ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT MY OCSSSS RAHHHHH 🔥🔥🔥🔥)

SPEAKING OF PAINTBALL, e has its own tag, so if you wanna look for paintball related posts go to the 🖌️🟤 tag

If a confession mentions a ship, assume that I’m neutral on it for the sake of simplicity

On that note, any asks mentioning any illegal ships/proships won’t be sent (ships with bot &/or cherries DON’T count as proships)

All anons will have their own tag, for organization reasons. Same with users that are off anon

List of all anons so far: 🍃, nobody, 🦐, 🍀, skibidi, 👁️, reddit (bfnif), puter bam, 🐢‼️, ⚾️👖, 🐛🍂, doughnon/🥧, 🍞, 🜏𖤐⸸, 📺, 👁️🛶👁️, 🫧🩷, 🧢🌙, 💽🪽, ⛲️⚜️, 🍒☯️, 🦅, 🍟, 🍓🥤, Xavier Renegade, 🦀, 🎾, lyric, 🦠🍋, ✨🐈‍⬛, 📁, ���, Keep It up with the IIdashian, pattern recognition, hlpjmlpfcam, 🪟🪭8️⃣8️⃣8️⃣8️⃣8️⃣, Tenna, 🐾, 👕, coolest fan anon on earth with a phd in fanology, 🐾💐

That’s all I have so far but I will update this

GOODBYE & HAPPY CONFESSIONING!!!

[obsolescent]

I saw the other anons ask sayin that Leon would want to settle down and you saying smth about h8k being protective with his daughter? What do you think would he do when a boy breaks his princess' heart? It would be so funny because he's dealt with lots of bad things and now boys are his no. 1 problems 😭

RAHHHHH BANGING MY FISTS ON THE TABLE such a complete 180° from the last anon and I’m so excited to write this up hehehe

Reader is gender neutral

Leon is a special government agent, so of course he has connections, and with those connections, he has a lot of information at his fingertips. He can easily look into someone’s history or records.

Which includes anyone who interacts with his daughter. Be that crushes or friends, he’ll ask her for their names and being Leon… he’ll do a little bit of digging. Just a small check of their backgrounds, scoping out their families. Nothing too wild.

It’s honestly a good things he does this, it helps him sleep easier at night knowing the ones that his daughter has grown close to are not there for nefarious reasons or to use her as leverage against him.

Now when it comes to relationships/her being heartbroken?

Leon would find her sobbing one day, her face red and splotchy. His heart would seize in his chest, and he’d rush over to her and fire off a hundred questions, holding her close. She’d tell him all that’s happened, confiding in you and Leon easily and without hesitation.

She had told her crush how she felt, and said crush not only turned her down but laughed at her confession. The rage would simmer in Leon’s body but he would keep his composure, knowing these are teenagers he’s dealing with and is a disheartening part of life.

He’d rub her back and let her cry into him, frustrated and apologizing that he cannot do more.

Then, an idea.

“Hey, bug, why don’t we go to the store, get some snacks, and we can all watch your favorite movie together, yeah?“ he suggests, pulling her away and wiping her tears from her face.

She gives a small smile and nods, sniffling. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” He nods, grinning down at her and helping her to her feet, before making his way through the house to explain what’s happened.

Your heart aches for your child, finding her and pulling her into an embrace. Once you’ve doted on her yourself, the three of you make the trip to the store, grabbing all sorts of confections.

Once home, you settle on the couch, your daughter between the two of you, and let her pick out her choice of media. She settles on a funny, light-hearted one.

About half way into the movie, you began to hear light snoring. Looking over to see your daughter’s head resting against Leon’s arm.

Your eyes meet and you grin at each other. You pick up the remote and pause the movie, and Leon slowly maneuvers her onto his lap before standing up and carrying her to her bedroom.

You follow behind, heart warming at the sight of them. She’ll never be too old to be his little girl. Never too old to have her scrapes and bruises kissed and bandaged.

After Leon tucks her into her bed and her door is shut, he pulls you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s plan something fun for the weekend, I don’t have to be at work until Tuesday,” he whispers against your hair while stroking your back.

Enthusiastically you agree, wrapping your arms around his frame, excited for the plans ahead with the people you love most in your life.

[strengthofmayhem]

Talk more about Cordelia? 🥺 I've had her for 5 seconds but I already want to protect her.

tw for sa while drunk & also longer post below the cut //

cordelia is dante’s daughter, conceived in the aftermath of dmc1. dante got blackout wasted at a bar (he was feeling Extremely Bad and still avoiding completely falling apart around trish who was his roommate at the time) around cordelia’s mother— who was, at the time, also drunk though substantially less then dante (sober enough to have known better objectively even if her decision making was also impaired). and also married. dante has something of an idea of what happened afterwards but no active memory of it due to the fact that he was blackout and to be honest he just didn’t want to think about it particularly hard. so he doesn’t. into the box with the rest of the terrible things that have ever happened to him.

cordelia (not the name she was born with, actually, dante coined that) being “albino” stopped holding as much water as an excuse for her looking literally nothing at all like her mothers husband as time went on. she takes pretty heavily after dante physically… like all the sparda’s do. lol.

anyway the fact that everyone in this household (except for cordelia’s older half brother, who honestly had no clue) was avoiding acknowledging that she’s the child of an affair (which implies more participation then dante actually had in it but like. well you know) was NOT helped by the fact that she’s autistic with higher needs that they were completely uninterested in accommodating.

she’s semi nonverbal and while she’s capable of talking when she doesn’t feel pressured or overwhelmed she still usually doesn’t. dante doesn’t pressure her about it. she appreciates this. like she appreciates most of the things dante just sort of accepts without making a production out of, like her meltdowns when she’s overstimulated & stimming & general… everything.

she’s obsessed with puzzles and board games and treats cheesy romance novels like they’re extremely serious business and also like she’s a powerscaling shounen fan on anime twitter, which patty finds absolutely insufferable. like who caaaares if love interest one could beat the shit out of love interest two it’s about ROMANCE!!!!! RAHHHHH. her primary weapon type is a rapier but she also has an natural talent towards infusing her demonic energy into objects— she can make toy guns shoot real (magic) bullets. it’s objectively pretty impressive but unlike dante or nero she can’t really integrate other sources of demonic power “into herself” very well. using devil arms is very difficult for her (even one she’s subjugated herself).

anyway. cordelia’s parents sort of transparently hated everything about her for normal human mundane reasons completely out of her own control. she was never capable of being anything other then what she was and never understood what it was about her that made her so terrible to them— it made her extremely withdrawn and anxious. her half brother is about ten years older then her, and they were never close for a variety of reasons— he was just too old to properly bond with her, the very uncomfortable tension in the house that was just kind of easier to pin on her, the fact that he thought she was annoying (especially bc as the older brother he was often made to ‘babysit’ her).

so that was her life up until she was like, eight or nine.

she awoke to her demonic power (a partial devil trigger, her equivalent of nero’s devil bringer) as a self defense mechanism during a meltdown (while her brother was away at college). her partial trigger takes the form of insectoid ‘wings’— at the moment she still isn’t capable of sustained flight but as she grows older the amount of time she can “hover” and how high she can boost her jumps with them steadily rises. like nero’s devil bringer, she can’t make them go away. they’re bulky (they largely resemble sparda’s wings from dmc1) and make being out in normal human society pretty difficult— she has to wear heavy jackets and cloaks if she wants to pass as human.

her parents freaked out and decided she was possessed. chased out of her home, terrified, and abruptly very tasty smelling to demons, cordelia spent most of the next year homeless & narrowly skating out of bad situations until chance (and the demon activity that had begun to haunt her) finally brought her and dante together (not long after DMC4 to dante). her half brother isn’t aware of any of this, actually— he went no contact with his parents after coming back from college to an insane story about his baby sister being a demon. he pretty much thinks she’s dead after the first year and deeply regrets how he treated her growing up but well it was too late for regrets.

dante…. handled this nightmare of a situation about as well as you could expect him too. he knows she’s his— he can feel it in his blood, and unlike nero there is no chance in hell she’s vergils (he can’t father children if he’s dead). he definitely didn’t have a sex life at any time that makes sense, but… if she’s about that old then the math works out to when…. he was finding himself in situations where… [shudders in disgust and slams the box shut again]. he doesn’t want to think ill of his… daughters (😬) mother, anyway— who he thinks is dead?

the thing about the whole situation is that cordelia didn’t even talk to dante for months after she moves in with him and certainly didn’t find other way to communicate her life’s story. she doesn’t want to talk about it. she doesn’t want to think about it. she doesn’t even tell dante what her name is— “cordelia” is a name dante gave her when he decided he couldn’t keep calling her “girl”. dante filled in the blanks of her missing life’s story with his own self projection. he doesn’t think she was abandoned, he thinks she was orphaned. however uncomfortable the circumstances of her conception makes him to think about, he still assumes that prior to whatever happened that left her on the streets cordelia was loved by somebody. bc of this misunderstanding he kind of underestimates the depths of her massive abandonment issues. ah…. lol. i want it to be a thing where dante feels like he makes “normal people” unsafe by being around them, but cordelia was made unsafe by “normal people”, for “normal” reasons— all the things that made her unloved growing up had absolutely nothing to do with her demonic heritage.

Anyway. she loves dante more then anyone in the world even when he slips on his face and backslides— he’s trying very very hard to shape up but sometimes the electricity still doesn’t get paid or the water shuts off or he turns back to the bottom of a bottle after a particularly bad day. she’s very determined to be somebody dante doesn’t want to abandon, but as time passes she opens up to him more & becomes less afraid of it.

her presence in his life also makes dante reconsider the distance he put between himself and nero, not because he thinks he’s a good or safe person to be around b it bc i think he wants cordelia to have family. that’s like, a whole mess though. patty likes being an older sister very much lol— she’s got, like, four years on cordy.

[izzyjofo]

RAHHHHH CRINGE IS DEAD AND I AM FREE

So anyway have y’all ever heard of Razia’s Shadow?

Ranting about character design under the cut

I’m currently working through a character design exercise with this album. Sort of a “if a studio asked me to create characters for an animation to this, what would I come up with?”

Adakias is giving me a little trouble, probably because he was my favorite as a kid and now I have high expectations for myself, but Pallis was piss easy. Thankfully, through designing him, some decisions I was having trouble with on Adakias’ design have been solved (a little bit).

I’ve decided to give the brothers more triangular noses and sorta closed-ish eyes? I used to always design Adakias as a bright-eyed kid, maybe 19 or 20, but now as a twenty-something myself, I could see him with a more tired look. Bros been through a lot, what can I say. Now, I like to imagine him as more of a mid-to-late twenties guy on his last fucking straw finally taking action after years of being told he couldn’t. Though, I was still struggling to not make him this starry eyed kid. Thankfully, his brother helped me make the decisions on his face structure.

Anyway, back to Pallis. I drew a design for him in “The Exit,” with the tied up hair and crown, and “The End and the Beginning” with the loose hair, more greys, slightly tanner skin (he’s been in the dark all his life, it makes sense that a little time in the sun would do quick work) and dark circles around his eyes. Trying to channel that 2008 emo eyeliner into a more modern character design.

The background was inspired by someone I found on Artfight, ~junebug203. They make the coolest collages in their backgrounds, so I thought I’d give it a whirl. Also, it has my middle school Razia’s Shadow fan art hidden in there. Gotta love that kid art.

Anyway, expect more Razia’s Shadow fan art from me, haha.

[justcallmesakira]

BABE ARE REQUESTS OPEN?? IF THEY AREN'T IGNORE THIS, BUT I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD POSSIBLY WRITE A DAZAI X GN READER WHO IS EXTREMLYYYYYY TICKLISH?? MOSTLY ON THE SIDE?🫶

and they're to shy to admit it so he just BOOW wrecks them with teases making them hide in his chest from them...💗

i-i- need some of this kinda of dazai fluff rn, AND TOUR WRITING IS AMAZING I JUST HAD TO ASK YOU!!! 🫶💌

"Feathery laughs"

Sypnosis: Dazai with a s/o who is extremely ticklish!!

Pairings: Dazai x reader,

Genre: Lowkey crack, fluff

Warnings: none I think Unless you count strapping bombs to your sides. ..

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST OMFGGG OFC BBG MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN (only for you😜/hj)

Oh god--

How are you even lovers with this man I hate him so much (I almost had 2 breakdowns because of him)

He's ofc gunna try to bombard you BRO😨

So you borrowed kaiji's lemon bombs to strap them against your sides so you won't have to go through hell! ⊹₊ꕤ˚₊⊹

like you two will be having a nice evening with pink clouds outside and laying next to each other and all of a sudden he's tickling you ferociously like a tiger

I bet he will be grinning that hot while you uncontrollably laugh and wheeze

But Oh oh oh OHHH if you try to tickle HIM he's gonna give you the most weird ahh side eye

Effing hypocrite

Even if you wear baggy clothes you can't escape bro😢😭

At this rate even his chest isn't safe bro JUST RUN-

Unless you want to be breatheless😁 (like oda lol)

He know how flustered U get when he tries getting you to admit your ticklish

But sometimes he just wants to place your head on his chest with the sunlight reflecting on your flustered face hiding in his chest with his arms around your waist

<3333

Scenario~ ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

You were in a slouching position, resting on a lathered armchair. It's better to take a quick nap while your lover is on his giddy way to his shared apartment with his love.

Clack!

The door of the empty and quiet apartment opens.

"Bellllaaaaaa! I am home!" Dazai calls out slightly in a loud tone as he hungs his sand brown coat on the hanger and skips to your shared bedroom where he is greeted with his one and only's sleeping position.

Dazai quietly walks over to your body. His tall height stands over your figure as all of a sudden he starts massaging his fingers in a fast movement making you jolt up laughing.

"RAHHHHH- DAZ--HAHAAphdhegtd-" you tried choking out as dazai ferociously kept tickling you here and there while you ran around the apartment.

Just a couple, and their lighthearted times where they forget everything but their love for each other!!

Finally after hours of childish antics you fianly begged him to stop which he onyl stood up with a face of triumph.

Later that night your dried tears of pure laughter glistened on your face which was buried in his warm chest protecting you from any sort of dangers. He only smiled at you as he rubbed your back with a relaxed smile like that of a parent when they see their child's happy face after reading them a story

"You're so annoying..." you pouted out with a flustered face, clearly shy to admit you have a sensitive body as you digged your face deeper into his chest.

"Am I? My bad belladonna! You just so cute all adorable and flustered like that"

The bandaged man replied with a more genuine tone not a teasing one.

Anything to hear your feathery laughs once again...

A/N: my body is also very sensitive and I am extremely ticklish also THIS WAS SO CUTEEE??? Guys please send more aks😭🙏

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

A Love this Deep, Won't Stay Buried

Summary: Julie's been feeling a bit woozy, but that won't stop her from having fun at this year's Zombie March! (or become patient zero)

Word count: 2.6K

TW/CW: graphic descriptions of a sick person, explicit violence, implied and explicit cannibalization, blood, guts, imaginations of strangling, lesphobia (briefly), VERY light fluff at the end

A/N: I'm surprised on how I wrote about this simple prompt. Also, this is the first time one of my other OCs make an appearance, and I'm so excited for you guys to love her as well!

Reblogs are appreciated!

Opening my eyes, I could feel my body immediately turn into a living bean bag. The ceiling fan swirled around like usual, but instead of feeling the cool air against me, all I felt was sweat. It pooled down to my chin, and I felt it under my skin. It was like I was a living, breathing water balloon. 

I stood up and headed over to the bathroom. My mirror told me a worse story. While being correct about the excessive amount of sweat, what wasn’t accounted for was the rest of my body being in a similar state. My hair was in some sort of bird nest, almost going in every direction. My eyes were bloodshot. I could see every red vein, it was that bad. Couldn’t even see myself honestly; my legs and arm shook vigorously. 

I dropped to my knees, feeling last night’s dinner coming out. Throwing up doesn’t feel, well, I know throwing up isn’t pleasant, but this…this was different. The steak and mashed potatoes felt like toxic waste coming up, and the vomit itself trickled to the floor. 

“O-oh god.” I mumbled. Crap, even my voice, it’s so raw. Using the toilet bowl to pick myself up,  I quickly wiped off the vomit and walked over to the kitchen. 

“Hey sweetie! Are you excited for the Zombie March?” My mom sweetly asked. She made my siblings and I some chicken and waffles. 

“Oh…OH!”

The Zombie March. An annual event where zombie and horror lovers of the like gather at the local pier with their best zombie impressions. It’s mainly a place to show off your makeup skills, but also a social event. 

My zombie outfit was somewhere. It was a crop top with a red heart in the middle. Pants were a simple oversized khaki, and I even chose my favorite shoes: black and white checkered vans. 

Even my face reflected that; I had it straightened and got frost tips to pull the whole outfit together (except it was now lost to my frizz).

“Y-yeah, mom. I’m totally excited for the event.” I replied. Could barely even hide my nasty cough. 

Her facial expression shifted to concern. “Julie, are you okay? You look so sick.”

“I’m fine mom. Just practicing my zombie moves. You know, ‘Rahhhhh, brains.’ Hehehe.”

“Yeah, mom! She looks more like the dead than she already was!” My little sister, Katrina, laughed. 

“Shut up, Katy!”

“Well…just call me if you feel not like yourself.” My mom sighed. 

Not like myself

You know, a month before, I had to break up with my boyfriend. He was just so negative, and every time I was near him, my life force was drained. All he did was complain; the new comics, the old ones, movies he’d already seen, movies that had just come out, the weather, the sun, the moon, the air that he breathed. 

Fuck, not even his friends liked him, and that’s saying a lot, cause they’re assholes too. My head pulsates every time I think about us arguing over the new “Superman’s Death” issue. It isn’t my fault that I didn’t read it yet! I was busy doing an art project (which got in the state level competition).

It’s so exhausting, honestly. His constant nasalizing, him smelling like musk and Cheetos dissolving in Mountain Dew, his quick to anger attitude, even his fashion sense! 

I sometimes wish he got a taste of his own medicine, yeah. Just wrap my hands around his neck and hear him struggling to rant about Emma’s Frost new look, or even better, bite him. Feel his flesh on my teeth, sinking into the skin, fat, muscle, and the bone. See the terror in his eyes as he tries to scramble away, and I just pull the flesh off of him, and don’t get me started on his insides…

“Julie, you’re drooling over the plate.”

I looked down and saw my half eaten steak was now coated in saliva. I barely even touch my eggs on top of that. 

“Sorry. I’m just so excited to go to the Zombie March.”

Before my family could say anything, I ran up to my room and started to get changed. 

…

“You got that shit on!”

Sydney insisted she come with me, and honestly? We’re killing the costume.

I managed to straighten my hair enough for the frizz to go away, and my frost tips are killer! Not to mention, I was able to break out my best FXS work: after studying my horror films, I accurately made my guts spilling over my belt. Not to mention, my eyes were “popping” out of my socket. Even my cheeks showed my fake muscles, gum and teeth!

Sydney was just as impressive. Her box braids beautifully woven with blood red threads. Her “prom dress” had rips, showing off her “exposed” muscles. The grand surprise was her leg: she was able to make it look like it was eaten clean, only leaving the skeletal remains. She was even limping to really sell the effect. 

“I’m surprised your mom allowed you to go out like that!” I laughed. 

“She loves horror stuff like this. It’s her speciality honestly. Anyways, I’m so happy you came out. I know it’s been a rough couple of weeks.” She replied. 

“Yeah, well, I only thought about him once, and it was this morning, so I’m doing really well.”

“And you’re really selling the zombie look! I mean, look at those bloodshot eyes! You could scare teenagers with that look!”

“…I didn’t do anything with my eyes…”

Sydney simply stopped in her tracks. Her brown eyes widen as she examines my face. 

“Julie…are you okay?”

“Yeah! I mean, I was a little woozy in the morning, but l-look! I’m here!” I chuckled. 

“…I can see your veins, Julie! I know you didn’t use any makeup on your face. They’re pulsating! Oh god, Julie, what did you do?!”

“Nothing! I stopped eating the Barbie cereal, like everyone told me! Sure, I’ve been sweating a lot lately, not focusing on what's in front of me, and YES! I’ve been thinking about eating human flush, including my ex-“

“YOU’VE WHAT?!l

“…forget it. I’m going home.”

“Julie! Listen to yourself! You’re really sick, and you know-“

“FAST MOVING ZOMBIES ARE BULLSHIT!”

Pause. That heavy New York accent rang through my ears. 

“Julie…this isn’t worth it.”

Looking over my shoulder, I can see H I M. His skin was painted a slight grey. His hair a mess, “blood” pouring from his mouth and staining his shirt. His clothes were slightly ruffled. 

What does that son of a bitch think he can do, waltzing around here with his friends. Does he know how much he’s hurt me?! The days I’ve spent crying on my bed because I was concerned about if he was ever going to talk to me again? Walking on eggshells around him? Dealing with his friend’s misogyny, getting into fights with him?! Does he think about the many people he’s hurt with his rotting face?!

“Julie, let’s go.”

Fuck Bill! Fuck him and his mom and his sister! Watching his flesh move around his body. It’s so stiff, and yet I bet it’s so warm. I bet if I got closer, I could feel his blood running inside my mouth.

Ohhhhh yeah, and I bet his fat and muscles taste delicious. He’s a lean son of a bitch, but I bet his diet makes him fatty and delicious!

And his brain…so much knowledge of his comics, superheroes, covers, The Crow…

I want Bill’s brain, you hear me?

I WANT HIS BRAIN!

BRAIN!

BRAIN!

BRAIIIIINNNSSSSS!!!

….

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod-“

Sydney hid behind a random postal building. The once packed pier, now only occupying what she can only describe as “the living dead”. The corpses surround the area, indicating which one died after they were bitten or worse: which ones were the main course. 

Her only weapon at this point was a wooden stick she found lying around. It wasn’t much, but she was able to sharpen it and poked some zombies’ eyes out before they could do anything. 

All of sudden, she turned to see a bystander (business man) being chased into a corner. His designer shoes were ruined beyond repair, but that didn’t matter to him. What mattered was that his body was slammed into the pier’s fence and he had to look up at patient zero. 

From the back, it was still her. Just some ripped pants and some bruising on the front, but Sydney knew what the front looked like. Her shirt would’ve been stained with the body part of her latest victim. Her eyes, now cloudy and lifeless, and her mouth? Simply hanging open and stained with muscles and blood. 

Sydney can feel her heart racing seeing her approach the unexpected victim. It was like she knew the perfect move, just from her first kill:

“Julie, let’s go.”

Sydney watched Julie just stand in place. It was almost a scary stillness, considering everyone was still walking around her, some bumping into her. 

Her hands twitch at Bill’s direction. It was like they were reaching out to him…her mouth opened slightly, and Sydney could see the saliva pouring out of her mouth. God, her breath stinks.

Then, she ran. It was like Julie was a train, pushing people out of her way to get to her target. Sydney ran after her, pushing more and more people out of her way, but Julie was already near. 

Jerry was the first one to notice. His eyes widened seeing getting closer and closer. 

“Uh…guys?” Jerry said, tapping on Pete’s shoulder. 

“God dammit, Jerry! Was just about to go on a passionate rant about the worst thing in zombie movies!” 

“She’s coming straight towards us!”

“Who?” Josh asked, but immediately groaned when he saw the figure. “Aw FUCK! Bill, it’s your stupid fucking ex.”

Bill was the last one, and there was nothing in his face to indicate any emotion from seeing her. Well, not until she came right up in his face. 

SLAM!

At this point, a crowd was forming around them. The rest of the club stepped back and watched the leader immediately get body slammed into a wooden pole. As for Julie, her grip on his shirt was immeasurable. Sydney swore she could see Julie’s nails dig into Bill’s flesh. The rest of her body remained so stiff, it was almost mannequin like. 

“Jesus FUCKING CHRIST! What do you want, you crazy bitch?!” Bill screamed. Julie just didn’t respond. She simply tilt her head to meet with Bill’s eyes, and by that point, Sydney stepped in. 

“I’m so sorry, Bill. Julie, this isn’t worth it, let’s go home.”

Julie simply just turned to her friend and said her final cohesive message. Sydney wishes she took this as a warning. Maybe she could’ve picked up a weapon and smacked Julie’s head against it, or push Bill to the ground and got the both of them the fuck out, but no. 

Instead, Julie stated “I want to make him suffer like I have.” With that, she grabbed a fistful of Bill’s hair, angling his head to wear his exposed neck, and sunk her teeth in. 

Bill’s reaction was almost a delay. His group gasped in horror, watching his ex biting at him. This was no ordinary bite: it was the type you do when you are eating. The Zombie March almost came to a halt, watching this crazy person start to tear the skin off of Bill. 

“GUYS! GET HER OFF OF ME!” He cried. Actual tears poured down his face, and he was finally able to get Julie off of him. 

She grabbed Julie and held her in place. Bill sunk into the ground while blood pooled all over his clothing. Josh and Jerry ran over to him and picked him up (the fact he was able to immediately stand at this point should’ve been a red flag). 

Pete walked over to the both of them, and stared down. 

“I should kill you where you stand.” He simply put. 

“And you have every right to, but please! I think something’s wrong with her-“

“Ya fucking bet! This psycho bit my fucking friend!”

“WE KNOW THAT! This group of people tells us so, but she’s never done anything like this! I think she needs to go to the hospital!”

“Nah, fuck that shit! What she needs is a good beating to the fucking head. I’m not afraid of curb stomping a bitch.”

“Well, let this bitch go!”

“FUCK YOU! Acting like her lesbian lover or something! Let me show you both a good time, since this will be the last of-AAAAAAAA”

Somehow, Bill managed to wrestle out of Josh and Jerry’s grip and run towards Pete. His dirty hands gripped Pete’s hand and bit right onto his fucking head. Bill pulled out, but only to crunch on the bones and brain tissue. What was left is an exposed part of Pete’s skull, and an immediate drop to the floor. 

Screaming. Full on bloody screaming. The group tries running away, only for a punk zombie to get bitten in the ankle by a crawling Pete. 

At this point, Julie pushed Sydney away and went after Jerry, who managed to outrun her. The same can’t be said about Josh. 

Now Sydney is here. Watching Julie corner another victim. Luckily, he pulled out a pocket knife and quickly slashed her face, leaving a nasty wound from her left ear all the way to her cheek. That didn’t stop her. She pounced on him, sitting right on top of his chest. 

“G-get off of me…GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! HELP! HELP!” He screamed. 

He used his hands to push her body off of him, and it was working! Julie growled as she pushed herself more onto him. It was like the most intense stand off, except this was actual life and death. Julie drooling all over his clothing, and him just pushing her off when he needed to. 

That was, until a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled them up to his head. This allowed Julie access to his stomach, which she happily obliged. Her hands were like claws; scooping up the remnants of flesh and swallowing it whole. Sydney swore she could see her even licking the fingers clean, she was getting into it. 

The prior business man went into overdrive; kicking and screaming, but his arms were still pinned to the ground. Eventually, he went into shock, and that got the other zombie a couple of bites in as well. 

“…wait. Is that?”

He looked even rougher than usual. His shoes were ripped beyond repair, letting her see his rotting toes. His clothes were ripped in every direction, some showing an indication of struggle. Even his glasses were broken, but the worst was his first. Like Julie, he was drooling all over the place, except he knew when to keep his mouth shut (like when he was eating the now fresh corpse). Both of their hands grabbed onto every last muscle they could find. Heart, lungs, intestines, kidneys, and finally, with enough force, they cracked open his head, exposing the “juiciest” part of the meal: his brain. 

It wasn’t fast. It only took about 5 minutes, but those five minutes made Sydney feel woozy and disgusted. She didn’t even notice her hand being grabbed and pulled away. 

“Jerry? What the-“

“C’mon! I know you don’t like me, and I don’t like you, but c’mon!” 

That was that. Sydney turned around and saw something that made her stomach drop:

When the skull was licked clean, both of the zombies looked at each other. Despite not knowing their exact facial expressions, both of them immediately grabbed each other’s hand and ran in the opposite direction. 

The worst part? It looked like both were smiling, forgetting about any troubles they had in the past week, month, possibly their whole lives. They were now two infected people in love; they’re going to cause SO much chaos. 

[kitilouise]

Psssst

It's not finished at all BUUUT I have a sketch!!

Get only crumbs.

Also like ANYYYY lore that could help with character development could also help a bunch too. Like just any thing about how the cult works, how they find ppl to indoctrinate, just anything helps!!

RAHHHHH!!!!!💥💥💥

OH MY GODDDDDD

EXPLODES

anyways the cult is pretty heavily based off of real life cults so, a bit of a trigger warning here.

the details arent fully set in stone yet cuz its still a wip but the cult usually targets people that arent doing very well. As in struggling with health (mental or physical), death of loved ones, loneliness, or people with generally high amounts of stress in their lives.

Aelurus watches over the population, searching for potential targets. Once one is spotted, Ambrozia contacts them, usually by turning up at their door at some point.

The cult is advertised to the target as a sort of holiday, a place where people can go to relax and escape from their previous life. They can enjoy themselves away from the judging eyes of society, experience life in its purest form. They are gradually learn by word of mouth that they can only have this luxury because of Mother. Mother is sublime, you want to be like Mother. Look like her, act like her, be her. Make drastic changes to yourself to be like her.

Trust her.

Give her all your love, all your praise, everything you own. Nobody else understands, don’t trust them. Trust Mother.

Mother will sometimes leave the paradise, but she always returns with new children. You know their bodies are filled with sin. So is yours.

But no worry, Mother will cleanse you of your sins. It will burn, and you will scream. But you trust Mother, and you know that this pain is simply the sins of your past leaving your skin. You know Mother will heal you.

Once you’ve been cleansed, the next step is to witness God. The eyes of your mortal flesh are removed and you are to gaze into Mother’s blood. If you do not see God. You are not worthy to be sent to godhood, and you remain trapped within your mortal shell. You are defective. Ridiculed. Forgotten.

If you see God. You are worthy to ascend from your mortal form, and as you do, you give your spoils to all of Mother’s children in the form of a feast.

Did I truly witness God?

Or was it all in my head?

have fun with this mootie :3