#I love the swinging beat 🫠

[damiannasworld]

My brain the entire day:

🎶 "Otetaas toiset samanlaiset

Saattaa olla että riipaisen

Seitin ohuet tänään kietaisen

Otetaas toiset, toiset, toiset" 🎶 🔊

[seradyn]

A Beast of Greed Who Fell in Love

In honor of the Sylus myth dropping, I got possessed by writing demons and wrote this in one sitting. At 7am (I work swing shift lmao) 🫠🫠

Sylus pov as he thinks about how he fell in love with you, and reader absolutely spoiling him with love and affection. Tooth rotting fluff, slightly suggestive at the end 😇

Not gender neutral, but no description of reader is given, just some pronoun usage. No use of y/n

Word count: 2190

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Sylus could say, with utter certainty, that he had never felt such contentment before.

What more could an infernal creature desire, he wondered, than to have his most beloved treasure nestled into his chest, resting with him as he lay in that meadow of maroon flowers, swaying in the temperate breeze that blew across the grass? How could he fight the satisfied smirk that spread across his face as he looked down at her, his tail wound possessively around her leg, his arms cradling her fragile form as his clawed thumbs rubbed tiny circles into her skin. His heart beat, as he gazed at her, and he could hear it chant mine, mine, mine, a symphony of his most exquisite desires. And she, too, had a blissful smile on her face, eyes closed as she battled the temptation to nap. To let yourself be vulnerable and, in turn, fall prey to this most monstrous being, who held you so gently.

But you were already his, weren’t you?

He could see it, in the way your eyes lit up whenever you saw him, how you didn’t try to hide your love for him even slightly. He could feel it, when you both embraced, your hearts so close, he could feel them beating as one. He could taste it, when you were close enough to share a breath, when you leaned forward expectantly, like he hung the moon and stars just for you, like he was the reason there were bright summer days filled with laughter and silly dares, or that he caused the warm, cozy fires you huddled against in the cold, brewed the cup of hot tea in your hands, whose taste reminded you of cinnamon and family gatherings.

Like he was your world. And fuck, if he didn’t feel like it, with the way you looked at him.

Gods, he wanted that. To be your world. Forever he wanted that. To be your world until the stars went out, until the planets collapsed, until the universe winked out of existence, and he was plunged into darkness again.

Because you were his world, too.

He wasn’t sure when it happened, when you became more than a means to an end. Perhaps it was when he gripped you in his talons, ready to easily snuff out the life of another helpless interloper, and instead of seeing your eyes clouded with fear, instead of the begging for your measly life he expected, he saw them harden with defiance. Or, perhaps, it was the first time he brought you here, to this very field, where you held his hands so tenderly, kissed his claws as you profused how much you cared for him, how much he meant to you. Or, maybe, it was even today, when he took you flying again, how you laughed as the wind whipped your hair, and you reached out to run your hands through the passing clouds. Those raw, natural and alive moments where he could swear he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

Either way, he realized it didn’t truly matter. Because regardless of when you went from being some hopeless, hapless girl, and became the very reason for his continued existence, he was utterly consumed by reverence for you. If you asked him to raze the world, asked him to carve out his heart for you, he’d ask how thoroughly you wanted the earth to be scorched, how you would like his heart presented to you.

You were his. And he, yours.

His nose twitched, and he let out a soft sigh. He could scent you on the wind. This perfect, perfect creature. He wanted to consume it, gulp down your essence like one who only knew dry sand and crumbling earth feeling the lapping of ocean waves for the very first time. He wanted to submerge himself in it, drown himself in this warmth, this scent, this feeling that felt like how home was always supposed to feel.

Although, he was wise enough to know not to drink the salty brine, despite its temptations. If he allowed her sweet nectar to touch his tongue, he may not know how to stop. May not be able too until there was nothing of you left, trying desperately to feed an insatiable maw. He was a greedy thing, he was well aware, and knew if you permitted him a taste, you may never see the light of day again. His primal urges that demanded he sequester you deep in his cave of treasures, where you belonged, to hoard you like the most precious being that you were, would be too strong to fight. His urge to fucking lick you, clean you and cover you in his own scent, like the great wyrms did to court each other, as he was sure his own parents once did, would take over, and you would see the truth of the beast you laid with.

Perhaps, though, he didn’t do as well of a job hiding them as he thought. His beloved stirred, sitting up to look at him with what he could only describe as pure, unfiltered adoration. Your eyes - they sparkled brighter than any gem or coin in his collection. Like someone had flown high enough to chase the stars, managed to catch one in their rapacious claws, just so they could dust your eyes with its light. Your smile - bright enough to rival the sun, and warm enough that it felt better than basking on the smoothest, sun-kissed rocks. Your hair softly danced on the breeze, the mid evening sky an orange-gold crown on your head, and Sylus thinks he understood why mortals go to church so often; for a chance to see something half as divine as you.

Absentmindedly, you began to trace the red cracks along his chest with your fingers, watching as it is guided to the red jewel encrusted on his chest. He manages to suppress a delighted shudder, but allows himself the pleased growl that rumbles in his chest, much like a purr, as the soft pads glide across the shattered glass of his pearlescent skin. He watches in unconcealed fascination as your hand is led to his faintly glowing heart, before starting anew on a different line, further down. He lets his eyes close, leaning his head back as you map out his body, of how his scales turn to pillowy flesh and back again. He can feel when you finished on his left side, where you started, and move to the right, leaving no part of him un-lavished by your affections.

When you finish there too, he looks down at you again, curiosity scampering across his expression. You flash him a look briefly, a spark of mischief igniting in your eyes, before you abruptly lean forward and begin to pepper the edges of his ruby heart with kisses. He sucked in a breath through his pointed teeth, his eyes slightly wide as you surprise him again by utterly spoiling him. Pressure built in his chest, just below your sweet lips, and he let out a shaky breath, trying to find relief before those unfamiliar emotions became too much. His tail squeezed your leg as you rounded the arrow shaped emblem over his heart, not stopping until you covered the entire outline of it with your decadent touch. When you arrived back where you started, you paused to leave a long, drawn out peck directly on his crystalline heart. His eyes almost rolled back in his head in sheer ecstasy, his tail lightly thumping against your rear in pure delight.

You laughed as you pulled away, the sound like a swell of music that made him feel like he was floating. He couldn’t help but chuckle as you patted his tail to get it to settle, scooching forward so your face was right above his. He saw the intent in your eyes, that mixture of fire and wine that made him feel intoxicated, made him want to kneel at your feet, obey your every command.

When your lips touched his, it felt like he was in heaven. That magical place that mortals coveted more than anything. He had no doubt it was a fallacy made to comfort the dead and dying; a place of endless pleasure and devoid of suffering was naive to even dream about. But when your mouth moved against his, when he gently swiped your bottom lip with his forked tongue, and you opened your mouth to let him taste you, breathe you in…he thinks he may have just found it.

And it is his. You are his.

He hummed into your mouth, chasing your lips as you tried to gulp down air. It was a long moment before you parted, but you eventually leaned away from him. He had to fight the snarl that bubbled in his throat, his tail tightening around your leg just so, and a clawed, beastial hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. He pulled you back down, your lips reuniting, and he held your cheek with his other hand as he was returned to bliss.

You let out a surprised squeak as he did this, before letting out a giggle into his mouth. It took all of his willpower not to beat his wings against the cold dirt and lash his tail in complete euphoria at the sound. He nipped at her lips instead, thinking of how he would carve out the eardrums of anyone who dared to hear your angelic laugh. He was a greedy creature, and your sounds were his, for him alone. Your smiles would be directed at him alone, your laugh his to cherish alone. He must be a monster, he thinks, to steal the world's most precious flower and hide it away so none but him are permitted to admire its immaculate beauty.

But he is fine with that. He’ll happily play the monster, if it means he gets to keep you all to himself.

Slowly, you eased off his lips, yet you continued to kiss him, trailing a path up to the tendrils of scales that adorn his cheeks. He returned the favor, groaning quietly in appreciation as he pressed his greedy mouth into your neck, running his tongue along your pulse as you peppered his face with kisses. Although, because you simply must always do what he doesn’t expect, he finds himself frozen as you smoothly glide your hands up, grasping both his horns in your doughy palms and stroking them up and down, your nails scraping against his scalp as you reach the base of them. His head falls back again, a sound escaping his lips somewhere between a hiss and a purr. Gods, why did that feel so good? You must be an enchantress, a witch who has hexed him, to make him feel so many things he never even thought possible. He held you impossibly tighter, his claws nearly digging grooves into your back.

You chuckled from your place between his brows - he made it no secret he was putty in your hands. And it was because you cradled him so gently, allowed him to shape himself as he saw fit, that he permitted you to know such things. Would trust you, out of everyone, not to shape him in your own image, as you could if you chose. No, instead, he felt your hot breath roll across his ear as you leaned down to whisper to him.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He let out a bated breath at that, pulling you away to look you in the eyes. He once anguished over this, thought himself undeserving. You are his most precious gem, the apple of his eye, his dearly beloved, deserving of being draped in only the finest from his hoard, bathed in the softest silks from faraway lands, cherished and worshiped above all else. Where does a creature such as himself find the audacity to ask for your hand as he walks into oblivion, he wondered?

But, now, he only smirks. “I’ll hold you to that,” he purred, winding his tail further up your leg in promise.

You nodded once, satisfied. “You better,” you say, taking his hand, pecking the back of it. “Because you’re the love of my life.”

Sylus smiles. A real, genuine smile, while his heart hurts with how full it feels, like it might burst from his chest and soar into the clouds, where he can laugh while he chases it down. He wondered if he were to throw himself from the highest cliffs, let the wind whistle past him, if these feelings, this lightness he now felt, would carry him into the sky, and he wouldn’t even need to lift his wings to fly.

He tilts your chin up with a single talon, rising to rest his forehead against yours. “And you are mine,” he whispered, prayed, revered. Declared it to all who would listen, could listen. “My beloved.”

Because now that he had you, secure in the knowledge that you were his, he was never letting you go.

You were his. Are his. Forever.

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First Sylus (and LNDS) fic 🙌🙌 I have so many in the works and on the brain, including a huge long fic, but we’ll see what happens/what I post. One thing at a time 😌

Also it’s been like a year since my last fic lmaoooooo

[brittscafe]

Hello hello!

I love your work btw 💕

Could I request a NSFW zaraki and fem? In squad 3 under captain Gin?

She has crush on Zaraki, not sure how to tell him.

What if one day he finds her pleasuring herself and she lets out his name. How do you think he would respond? 🫠 And how would their relationship go?

Hi! Thank you, my love <3

Your back is pressed up against the wall inside of your office as your uniform is undone, your hand inside your underwear and plunging your fingers inside of yourself.

Heavy breaths and moans leave your lips. You were close to your release. Your fingers curl up against your g-spot. "Kenpachi," you cry out, your eyes shuddering close.

As you cry out his name, cumming on your fingers the door swings open. Your heart skips a beat and your breath hitches in your throat as Kenpachi Zaraki steps inside your office.

Fuck. You were so screwed.

You quickly pull your fingers out of your underwear as Kenpachi marches over towards you, a blank expression on his face. Your cheeks are hot and flustered as you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to hide.

"I- what are you doing here?" you ask, breaking the awkward silence in the room. Kenpachi towers above you and you gulp.

"I heard my name," he comments with a carefree tone. Your eyes widen and you sink down in your figure.

"Um, I didn't think you would hear," you mumble out, consumed by him.

Kenpachi grabs onto your hand and brings it up to his lips. You gasp quietly as Kenpachi sticks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around them.

The way your cum lingers on his tongue makes him groan. He slides your fingers out of his mouth and you left in shock. Your jaw goes slack.

"It almost sounds like you didn't want me to hear you moaning my name, y/n. I'll give you something to moan about," Kenpachi growls out, his large hand wrapping around your throat.

You moan as he squeezes your throat and pins you against the wall. Your hands reach up to his shoulders, your uniform becoming looser and falling off your shoulders.

"Well, it's embarrassing to be seen like that," you mumble out as his lips hover above yours.

"Then, I'll show you how embarrassing it is when you're screaming my name," his voice is low and deep, sending a chill down your spine as his lips crash onto yours.

You wrap your warm lips around his, snaking your arms around his neck. Kenpachi is a good amount taller than you, so as he stands up, your feet lift off the ground.

He wraps an arm around your waist, carrying you over to your clean desk. Your bottom hits the desk and you pull away from Kenpachi's comforting lips, gasping for air.

The kiss leaves you wanting more and more you will definitely get.

Kenpachi's hand tears off your uniform, leaving you only in your undergarments. His large, strong hands easily tear off your bra and his lips graze along your breasts.

Goosebumps prickle along your skin and you shiver from the sudden new sensation. Kenpachi loves the feeling of your plush breasts against his face.

HIs tongue swirls over your nipples as his hand reaches into your soaking underwear, rubbing your clit. You pant and whimper, arching your back.

"Desperate, aren't we?" Kenny taunts you, pulling his hands away from you to undo his own uniform.

"Yes," you breathe out, watching as the muscles on his arms flex as he tears his uniform off his arms. Your mouth waters at the sight of his well-built abs and you glance down at his boxers.

As Kenpachi pulls down his boxers, letting them pool around his ankles, his hand reaches to his aching cock. He rubs the curve of his growing cock and squeezes the tip.

Kenpachi leans his head back and lets out a loud groan that makes you even wetter.

"I'm not sure Gin would like this," you speak up, spreading your legs wider and Kenpachi lets out a low chuckle. He places one hand on your inner thigh and drags his cock over to your entrance.

"He's never going to know if you can keep your mouth shut," Kenny growls out with a possessive tone, thrusting his cock inside of your cunt.

You moan softly and nod your head. "I will. I promise," you reassure him in between panted breaths. A grin grows across Kenpachi's face and he places his finger underneath your chin, lifting your head up.

He drives his cock in and out of your pussy, each time going deeper than you think is possible. Lewd moans leave your mouth as your breasts bounce with each thrust.

You're already gushing with each other, your arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Ah, fuck!" you cry out, whimpering and moaning. Kenny's slamming his hips into yours, the raging head of his cock hitting your sweet spot.

You clench your walls around his cock and he lets out a loud grunt, hand wrapping around your throat. You let out a shaky breathe and watch as Kenny's length sinks back into your pussy.

Your nails dig into his shoulders and your thighs start to tremble, but Kenpachi wasn't going to let up. If anything, his thrusts were faster and harder, pounding into you.

"Kenpachi!" you cry out, cumming onto his cock. Kenny chuckles deeply and squeeze your throat. His thrusts are getting sloppier and slower.

It doesn't take much longer for Kenpachi to cum deep inside of you, leaking down your thighs.

Your legs are sore and burn as you pant heavily, whimpering as Kenpachi pulls out from you. You lay back on the desk, trying to regain yourself.

It's safe to say that this night is the start of your relationship with the captain of the 11th division and it's not the last of the two of you creating a loud, moany mess in your office.

[noforkingclue]

And part 3 of 3 of River requesting!

how am i supposed to do this without you? i can't.

Cos he’s just a sad wet cat and I need him pleading 🤭🫠

Absolutely zero pressure on any of these lovely, xxx

Note: requests are currently closed

So we were talking about some angsty smut on the Discord server and honestly, this prompt fit it perfectly!

Hope you enjoy :D

Prompt list: link

Title: I Need You

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

Warnings: NSFW

You sighed when you heard the buzzer for your flat go off. You grabbed a pillow and pressed it against your face. You knew this was going to happen sooner or later but you weren’t quite expecting it to be this soon. You let out a sigh or relief when the buzzer eventually stopped, however the peace didn’t last long.

Your mobile started next.

You let out a groan and grabbed it. It was River. Well, that wasn’t entirely unexpected. Honestly, you thought that either River, Louisa or Catherine would contact you first. You had joined Slough House shortly after Sid, well, Sid died. Roddy had taken great pleasure in informing you about exactly whose desk you were occupying.

“Hope you don’t end up the same way, babe,” he said to you with a wink, “shame if the second hottest person in the office copped it before we got to know each other.”

That had earned him a very hard smack and an approving smile from River (“Everyone has wanted to do that at some point.” River had told you after). That was how your friendship had started and it had only grown from there. You knew that there’d be no escaping this phone call. If you didn’t answer it he’d only break into your flat.

“It’s late,” you said when you finally answered, “go to bed.”

“You resigned.”

You winced at River’s tone. The hurt was evident in his voice and you rolled onto your side. You hugged the cushion tightly and River said,

“You still there.”

“Where else would I be?”

“Let me in.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I need to see you.”

“Riv-”

“Now.”

A beat of silence.

“Please.”

“Ok.” you said

Immediately the buzzer went off again and you swung your legs off the sofa and reluctantly allowed River up. You waited by your open door as you hung up the phone. You folded your arms as you waited for River to come up. You were expecting him to be angry but instead it was worse.

He was upset. You had never seen him look so upset before. He gave you a pleading look and you stepped aside to let him in. He quickly entered your flat and you let the door swing shut. You pressed your forehead against the wood and took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for the oncoming conversation. You had hoped that you would be having this conversation in the morning. When you at least had time to think about what you could say and things had time to settle down.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you slowly made your way into your kitchen. River was breathing deeply, his back turned to you. Neither of you spoke, emotions too thick and suffocating anything that tried to come to the surface.

Eventually you couldn’t stand it any further. You walked over and grabbed the kettle to make a cup of tea. Everything always seemed so much better after a cuppa. However, you didn’t get very far. River put his hand over yours and lowered the kettle. His head was bowed but he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You were beginning to wish you never let him up.

“How am I supposed to do this without you?” he said, “I can’t.”

“Do what?”

“What do you think? Slough House.”

“So what was I meant to do? Reject this job offer?”

“No. But after everything you worked for. You’re going to throw away any possible opportunity to try and get back into The Park.”

You shook your head in disbelief. You tried to pull your hand free but River was stronger. He pulled you against him and wrapped his other arm around your waist.

“Even after all this time, you’re still delusional,” you said, “we’re never getting back into The Park. Face it, River. I’m just doing what they want- quitting.”

“And what about me?”

“What about you? You’re my mate.”

“Just a mate?”

“Wh-”

Before you could finish the sentence River captured your lips with his. You let out a muffled gasp which River took full advantage of, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He closed his eyes, letting go of your wrist and moving to cup your cheek and he backed you against the kitchen counter. You knew this shouldn’t be happening. That you should bite down hard and kick him out of your flat. But you couldn’t bring yourself to. Not when River was so good at making you feel like this. You moaned softly and felt River smirk against your lips.

It just felt so right to River, to have you in his arms. To feel you pressed against him. To hear your moans that he, and only he, could pull from you. When he reluctantly pulled away, only due to lack of air, he remained close. His lips brushed softly against yours as he sank to the floor. You were still tightly wrapped in his arms and he pulled you into his lap. You shifted so you were straddling his lap and put your hands on his chest. Immediately River recaptured your lips. One hand found itself on the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place as he pressed kiss against your lips. You pushed lightly at his chest and River gave your bottom lip a light nip before pulling away. He rested his back against the kitchen cabinets as his hand moved downwards and settled on your waist.

“I’m not asking you to stay at Slough House-” he said

“It felt like it.”

“But to stay with me. To be with me.”

There was that pleading edge to his voice. You pressed your forehead against his chest and took a deep breath. Fuck. You shuddered under River’s touch and he leant down, brushing his lips against your neck.

“Just stay,” he said, “with me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

One hand snaked down and slipped under your pyjama shorts. You let out a whine and River nipped playful at your earlobe. One thick finger circled around your entrance before slowly pushing inside. You let out a gasp and bucked your hips as his thumb teased your clit.

“Stay.” he breathed out again

“I can’t.”

This time it was you who kissed him. Your hands moved downwards and popped open the button on his jeans and slipped him out. He shuddered as you slowly moved your hand up and down and he added another finger. You let out a gasp at the pleasant, burning stretched and for a second your hand faltered. However, River put his other hand over yours.

“Can’t you feel how much I need you?” he murmured against your lips

You let go of him and raised yourself up on your knees, moving your pyjama shorts to the side. River removed his fingers from you suddenly causing you to let out a pitiful whine. He gripped your hips tightly and muttered,

“Bedroom?”

“Yeah,” you said, “probably more comfortable than here.”

“Only probably,” River said teasingly, “maybe you should get a new mattress.”

The two of you stood up on shaking legs as River tried to make himself semi-decent for the short walk to your bedroom. One hand held up his jeans while he used the other to continue to mercilessly tease you. You collapsed back onto your bed and all River managed to do was to kick off his shoes before moving to straddle you. He looked down at you and once again kissed you. You could feel the longing in it as he pushed your legs up and you wrapped them around his waist.

“Stay with me.” he said pleaded softly

“I-”

“Please.”

You let out a strangled gasp as he finally entered you. A slow, delicious stretch and you gripped onto his shirt tightly. You were vaguely aware that you were both still clothed, admittedly you were in pyjamas but still…

River was gentler than you’d thought he’d be. You had expected him to slam into a bruising pace, to rush into things like he did with so much else in his life. However, when he bottomed out he waited. He pressed his forehead against the crook or your neck and breathed deeply. He only moved when you bucked your hips.

“You had no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this for.” he said

“I-”

You were cut off by a deep moan when River finally moved. Deep slow thrusts and he raised himself and cupped your face. He brushed his thumb over your cheekbone and pressed his lips back against yours. This time you didn’t open your mouth and he ran his tongue over them. Sharp canines grazed your lips but you still refused to give in. He pressed his thumb against your clit and you gasped into his mouth. Once again River seized the opportunity to dominate your mouth. He still kept up the aching slow, almost loving, pace. You turned your head to the side and River pressed a trail of kisses down your neck. He didn’t give up the assault on your clit. He kept circling around it, bringing you closer and closer to the end.

“River,” you gasped, “I’m going to…”

“I know,” he pressed a kiss against your cheek, “I know. Cum for me.”

He pressed down roughly and you let out a cry as you finally got your release. River let out a groan as you clenched around him. His thrusts became slightly rougher as he sought his own release before letting out a groan and shuddering.

For a moment neither of you moved before River collapsed on top of you. You let out a grunt and tapped his shoulder. He shifted his hips and slipped out of you but didn’t move. He was still fully clothed and wasn’t exactly the lightest person. You tapped River on the shoulder and he raised his head slightly. He gave you an aching soft smile and pressed a soft kiss against your lips before rolling off of you. You heard him throwing off his clothes and you slipped off your ruined shorts. You curled onto your side and shut your eyes as a wave of exhaustion came over you. You were too tired to move or even clean yourself up. Park of you wanted to jump into the shower or run a hot bath but the other half just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. It was the latter side that won out.

You stiffened as a warm, naked body pressed up against your back. Rough hands slipped under your pyjama shirt before lightly tugging at it. He rolled over and tried to pull you against his chest but you resisted. He sighed and rolled back onto his side, curling up against you. He swung one legs over yours, a level of intimacy you weren’t quite expecting.

“I want to feel you.” muttered River

“I think you already did that.”

“You know what I mean.”

You sighed before smiling and throwing off your top. You weren’t sure where it landed but you didn’t care. You curled back onto your side and River immediately slotted himself behind you. He squeezed your breasts and your breath hitched and your hips rolled back against his.

“Up for round two already.” he said teasingly

“I want to go to sleep.” you murmured

You could tell this wasn’t necessarily the answer River was expecting (or probably wanting).

“I meant what I said earlier,” he said quietly, “I don’t think I can do this without you. I need you.”

“I’m not staying at Slough House,” you said sleepily, “I thought you said you weren’t expecting me to.”

“I know, I know,” River sighed and traced patterns on your arm, “but-”

He cut himself off and pressed his forehead between your shoulders. He pressed a soft kiss between them and you resisted the urge to lean into him. You shouldn’t have done this. It was a bad mistake.

“I’m too tired to talk right now,” you said, “in the morning.”

It was a lie and a bad one. You didn’t need to see River’s face to know that he knew that too. You closed your eyes as you tried to fall asleep. You felt River continue to run a finger up and down your arm. Occasionally he traced it along your waist, leaning in close, lips brushing against the nape of your neck. For a moment you thought he’d say something, maybe another plea to stay with him, but he didn’t.

After all, the both of you knew that his pleas would fall on deaf ears.

You couldn’t stay together.

This would be the first and the last time.

[eldritchmochi]

4 and 5 for the fashion asks!!

4. peices in still looking for

uuuuh honestly at this point its a lot of "basics but they fit"; since starting t ive bulked up a LOT and many of my foundational peices just. don't fit lol, so im on the hunt for a plain black babydoll T-shirt with my preferred collar, as well as plain black skirts in my preferred lengths and styles. beyond that, i need some proper lolita blouses to round out my wardrobe (for what fits still rip), and like. shorts lmao i only got thru this past summer because of those linen joggers i got. i am also watching for another plain black mens dress vest so i can use the (beat up) one i already have as a base for a formal battle vest. i have just So Many plans for dresses to sew based off of some of my favorites that i will never find again in my new size. i also have my eye on this bullet bra pantie girdle set 👀

as far as Specific Peices, i desperately want horror candy shop, halloween treats, and holy lantern in orange, because the ONLY ap i care about is The Spoopy Orange dresses lmao

(i also want to try out meta's lovely sized basically anything, gimme some of them blouses and also sum old school leaning jsks, but i dont have my eye on anything specific)

5. pieces i regret buying

god so many. i have learned the hard way that i just have too much ass for most pants, mens or womens. there are some things that i can get away with but nothing fits quite right without altering, and so its like, the torrid bombshell skinnies and the disturbia tapered trousers (but only if im prepared for the possibility of A Slight Wedgie because theyre not quite consistent across the different items) and even then theres an 90% chance that theyll be too short 🫠

besides that, theres this black swing skirt i got with suspender straps that was very cute and comfy *except* i have incredibly narrow shoulders so the straps would NOT stay up. then theres this killstar hoodie that is rad as fuck but doesnt actually have shoulders? its this weird trapezoid shape up into where the collar of the hood is and it is such a sensory nightmare to wear (and yet its still in my closet). u can also add every pair of underwear ive bought since 2020, because for some reason it is IMPOSSIBLE to find anything in any of the styles i like that i can actually wear high enough to not show my entire ass, where it doesnt also just disappear up my asshole

clothes are hard 🫠🫠

like these questions? ask me more!! heres the ask meme!!

[miffysrambles]

ShadowRabbit Family Fic

(CW: Parenthood of canon characters!!!)

(Decided to post this one bc i love how i wrote Wukong in this tbhhh🫠)

(This is an introduction to their daughter Chao-Xing! I haven’t drawn her yet but i have that planned in the future!)

Soft giggles and coos could be heard from the living room as Macaque heated a pink baby bottle in the microwave.

His six ears twitched from every grunt and whine his little monster made as she spent time with her “favorite uncles”.

Macaque was used to being alert at all times, especially during Li’s pregnancy and after the birth of his daughter.

Uncle MK and Uncle Wukong were on the floor playing with the black and white speckled monkey-rabbit hybrid demon, the infant was currently trying to grab the rattle the Monkey King was gently shaking above her tiny hands.

“Aww she’s so cute, look at her little monkey tail go! And her big ol’ rabbit ears are adorable!” MK remarked as Chao-Xing sat in her baby swing, pathetically trying to grab the toy being shaken above her.

Wukong chuckled as he shook the rattle in his tail, “Give her a few months and she’ll be climbing up walls and over furniture in no time. Unless she takes after her dad and is a late bloomer.” He whispered the last part to his student as the pair giggled like school girls.

A stuffed rabbit toy suddenly hit the orange-furred simian in the back of the head, earning a loud ‘ow’ from him as he rubbed the back of his head.

His rival, formal enemy walked into the room with the bottle in his hand as he gently picked up his daughter from her swing like she was made of glass, “I heard that.”

“Of course you did.” Wukong sarcastically replied, Mk comically upset that Macaque picked up Chao-Xing away from them.

Macaque held his daughter in his arms as he sat down on the couch and began feeding her the bottle, sighing from exhaustion as he shut his eyes.

Wukong snickered as he joked,

“Wow, all those fights I’ve seen you power through and a newborn baby beats you down bud?”

Macaque groaned in response while rubbing his temple with his free hand, “Shut it Wukong, I didn’t get any sleep last night…”

“Aye atta girl Chao-Xing, already annoying your dad! The student is becoming the master already, they grow up so fast…” Wukong teased his sort-of friend by wiping a fake tear from his eye.

Macaque growled in response, “My daughter is not your student Wukong.”

The orange monkey chuckled, “Yeah yeah, I was just kidding. I know she’ll be trained under you and Li when she’s ready.”

MK starts to look around the room after hearing the name of his close friend, “Speaking of that, where is Li?”

Macaque's ears perked up at the question of his wife’s whereabouts while still covering his face with his hand, “She’s resting kid, the doctor said for her to try not to move for the next few days.”

It had only been a couple of days since their bundle of fur was born, and though the couple were both more exhausted beyond belief they could not be happier.

Macaque’s quick rest was interrupted when he felt his little girl’s black monkey tail wrap around his forearm as he fed her the bottle.

Macaque's tired expression was replaced with a soft grin, “Hello to you too princess.” He kissed her forehead as soft grunts escaped from her mouth as she fed on her bottle.

“Awww, so friggen’ adorable! I’m gonna die of cuteness!”

Mk silently yelled so as not to disturb the baby’s feeding time.

“Aye, no dying in front of the baby.”

Wukong jokes, earning a chuckle from his fellow monkey.

A sly smile spreads across the Monkey King’s face as he looks over to Macaque, “I heard that, that was a chuckle.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t get used to it.” Macaque tried to hide his smile by looking down at his daughter but ultimately failed.

“Going soft on us Macaque? First your wife, now your kid? You have a lot of training to catch up on.” Wukong chuckled more as he saw him smiling down at Chao-Xing.

“Hah, you wish Wukong. As soon as she's old enough to eat solids, I’m going right back to training and kicking your ass.” The black simian grinned at the Monkey King.

Chao-Xing finished the last of what was in her bottle, the new father picked her up and started patting her back to burp her as he laid a dish towel on his shoulder.

Wukong stretched as he got off the living room floor, grabbing MK by the arm and pulling him up as well.

“Well, me and the kid better get going, The others are probably wondering where the hell we are right now. Good luck bud, you’re gonna need it!” He laughed at his rival's angry reaction to the nickname as he pulled MK into a golden portal on the floor, the noodle boy being used to this did not bat an eye.

“Bye Chao-Xing, later Macaque!” MK waved as they disappeared into the golden pool below, disappearing after a few seconds.

“Bye kiddo,” Macaque waved to him with his free arm while holding his daughter in the other, the infant making happy babbles as she saw her uncles “disappear”.

Macaque chuckled as the pair disappeared into his living room floor, shaking his head from their extravagant exit.

‘Same old Wukong’ he thought to himself.

His thoughts were interrupted by Chao-Xing waving her little arms and babbling to the hallway leading to his and Li’s bedroom.

His wife walked out groggily, making his ears perk up as he knew the sound of her footsteps by heart.

“Bunny, the doctor said not to get up as much as possible.” He said with a hint of concern, looking at her from the couch.

Li groaned as she sat down next to him and laid down on his shoulder, “I know Mac, I’m just lonely in there.”

He smiled down at her as lifted her chin up with his fingers and kissed her, “How about if you promise to relax and lay down, you hang out here with us then?”

He handed their daughter to her as the infant happily babbled for her mama.

Li smiled as she kissed Chao-Xing’s forehead, the monkey-rabbit giggled more from her kisses.

“Deal. That sounds like a plan.” Li smiled as he got up and put the baby in her swing so he could cuddle with Li on the couch.

Macaque turned on the tv for them as their daughter slept in her swing, her tiny snores making him chuckle.

‘She snores just like her mom’ He thought to himself as he held his wife in his arms, he always noticed these little things about his family and took note of them.

A few minutes into the movie they were watching, Li looked up to him as her eyebrow raised.

“By the way, I heard MK and Wukong earlier. Did they stop by?”

Macaque perked up as he nodded, “Hm? Oh yeah, they did.”

Li smiled as she softly laughed, “So they’re calling themselves her ‘Favorite Uncles’ now?”

He chuckled back as he nodded, “Yep, those two think so at least. Why ruin that for them?”

Li smiled warmly as she looked down at her baby girl waking up and cooing softly to her mother in her swing, “I’m just glad they’re so excited to be in her life. And that goes for the rest of them too, Teng and Pigsy. Sandy and Mei. Feng, and Xin-Yi.”

Macaque chuckled gently at her words as he rubbed Li’s cheek, “She’s got a big family to support her, more than what we got. She’s a damn lucky kid.”

His wife smiled as she laid on his shoulder, groaning softly from the sore feeling in her torso when she situated herself.

“You ok sweetheart?” He asked her as he rubbed her shoulder in comfort.

Li smiled as she looked at her daughter then back at him, “More than ok.”

[carmenized-onions]

Ahhh this was incredible! Allow me to spiral

Chip checking Carmy’s location even though she’s upset and is convinced he hates her 💔

Syd once again being the absolute best and Richie waiting on his informer’s say in order to even consider forgiving Carmy…I love them

“whore-d’oeuvres” makes sense and should be the only acceptable pronunciation of the word

Carmen doing Chip’s prep entirely by himself before making her a sandwich just like Mikey used to make and even giving her a granola to snack on…as Chip said, fuck this fucking guy for making it hard to stay mad at him 🫠

I also love how you reiterated that he’s not good with words so instead he channels what he’s feeling into his craft and Chip, bless her heart, understands that this is him trying to apologize and sends her own olive branch in the form of the lavender coffee 🥺

Lol her beating herself up for not being petty enough and giving Carmy the cold shoulder for a while longer/indefinitely is such a mood

“Can I get a uh…a Negroni…sbagliato? With prosecco?” EMMA D’ARCY was a guest at this wedding?!

He’s still using her hair products and the Old Spice body wash she prefers…oh be still my heart

Also, thank you for letting the cat eat the flowers 😂 I couldn’t decide on the plate, but now I see that bringing it back in to be put away was the right choice. It means so much to her, so it wouldn’t feel right to let it be destroyed

And for Chip to say that Carmy, despite all his faults, somehow makes every space easier to breathe in for her and lights up a room for her is so heartbreakingly beautiful because that’s exactly what she does for him and what Mikey once did for them both. But they don’t seem to realize the effect they have on each other and it’s too late for Mikey to realize it at all 💔 I’m not crying

Chip wondering if she’ll ever get to have a wedding like this and taking notes of what she would want to include in her own 🫠 I just know she’s going to be making a Pinterest board soon

The whole bit with Fak was the perfect example of comedic relief 😂

“It was extremely apt and even more upsetting for him, the way time literally stopped, when you left. When he made you leave.” Once again, your skills 😮‍💨

Ahh I wasn’t expecting Uncle fucking Lee to show up! Loved that Chip put him in his place and was prepared to stab his old ass with a fork lmao (and Carmen ready to swing at him for throwing that fake punch at Chip??? 🙃)

Chip being really sweet to that man who’s in recovery is just…she really is the best and deserves all the good things life has to offer 😔

And that ending…I never would’ve guessed what ICE stood for and I’m glad I didn’t because I had that “ohhhh” moment just like Carmen lol

So she had Mikey make folders of all the people who loved him so he could remember that life was still worth living 💔

And all along she was his sponsor…I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Also, I knew she wasn’t in a relationship/situationship with Mikey because she’s right, Richie would’ve said some shit to Carmen 😂

TL;DR: I LOVED this chapter, A+++ for you 💜💜💜

Thank you as always for spiraling and letting me be a part of it as always!! i'll never be able to express how grateful i am. so i won't even try.

The way Chip/Syd/Richie all show the different ways they care in those first few scenes,,, GRREEAHHH!!! that's what it's all about baby mother FUCK!

fuck this fucking guy is right! how dare he make Chip fold so quick and make a fuckin lavender coffee!! son of a bitch! i hope he drowns in it ! i love him !

EMMA D'ARCY IS AT EVERY WEDDING! I also did find out from a bartender that i love and trust that negroni sbagliatos taste terrible. i can't confirm this for myself i did not try it but i do feel like based on what's in it, probably yeah.

I think wildly enough that poll went to frisbee that fucking plate or don't destroy either. I went with it as a sort of trolley problem for chip LMAO-- Like letting the Cat do it's thing was not pulling the lever, and putting the plate back inside was like well this is what i'd normally do. And listen plants can grow back.

But to be honest in the original concept of Just Dropped that plate was getting yeeted out the fucking window it was gonna be . so sad.

EXACTLY MAN!! EXACTLY WITH THE BREATHING EASY-- I just think it's very special with the way Carmen constantly pedestals her, including in this chapter, and it's like my guy she thinks you're inspiring and calming ! get it together!

Chip is a DIY queen too i KNOW her boards are crazy. she's making a new one every two seconds frfrfr

COMEDIC RELIEF BUT STILL I THINK SO MUCH CHARACTER / LORE REVEALED I really liked that bit. I told y'all I'd tackle the handyman beef eventually!!

Listen Uncle Lee showing up was the FIRST thing Chip asked Jimmy about I knew damn well I had to put him in there and really just fucking. GRREEEAAAHHHHHH. I have a lot of. personal anger. about. his whole being. i would just fucking.... It was therapy honestly, for me, to write this motherfucker getting taken to motherfucking task.

CHIP STAYS ON TOP! And she brings everyone up with her too i love my baby

and 100% AS CHIP SAID MAN THINK ON IT FOR TWO FUCKING SECONDS OF C OU R SE RICHIE WOULD'VE SAID SOMETHING IF HE HAD EVEN AN INKLING CARMEN WAS FEELIN A TYPE OF WAY.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR THOUGHTS AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT I HOPE YOU LIKE THE NEXT ONE DROPPING AT 11 PM EST YEEHAW LOVE YOU BYE!!

[jeremiahofphilo]

After our first 5 hour surgery was done today, Zayne was quick to remind me we had another doozy waiting for us in an hour 🫠. So I just wanted to send you this old cowboy fun fact I always think of on the hard days.

@drgreysonmd

Jeremiah feels the buzz in his pocket. It's a few minutes before he can look at it, finishing with a flick of his sword to send a wanderer in front of him into ashes.

He knew, objectively, that today was a surgery day, and that it was normal not to expect to hear from him. In fact, he wasn't sure why he was so anxious about it today. It felt like he'd actually sent him off to war in the morning.

Quickly he grabs the protocore to examine it. It's the right one, so he doesn't crush it, just pockets it and sinks back against a tree, wincing in pain as he does. It hurts to lift his thigh to grab his phone, but he does, anxiously unlocking it.

The pain subsides for a moment, looking at the silly image. For a moment, he just stares, and smiles.

[->Grey: I miss you too. I'll swing by your place tomorrow.]

He waits a beat, clenching his teeth as he hears the bushes rustle to reveal another unwelcome spike in metaflux.

[->Grey: Alien fun fact; I love you. Do your best.]

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

AXEL‼️ today i almost shit myself at school(not actually)

I hate the first day back. my spanish teacher loves to call on me bc she knows im not confident with my spanish and that i have a fear of public speaking (i dont even know why i’ve been fluent since i was 5💀) SO SHE LIKES TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT AND CALL ON ME TO READ THE LONGEST PARAGRAPH IN WHATEVER TEXTBOOK, ARTICLE OR LITERALLY WHATEVER WE’RE READING 😭 ITS LIKE SHE’LL LET EVERYONE ELSE READ THE SHORT STUFF AND THEN SHE’LL MAKE ME READ WAY MORE THAN EVERYONE ELSE AND IM JUST LIKE?? i get that its to “help build confidence” and shit like that but is it really helping if her “helping me build confidence” made me have a panic attack last year? I DONT THINK SO.

oh yeah so you’re probably wondering abt the panic attack thing🧍‍♀️ so lemme just give you a little back story first about how i feel about her class and stuff‼️ her class terrified me. like every time i would enter i’d be shaking and my heart would be beating so hard that i could feel it in my throat… kinda embarrassing…

but anyway it was just cause we had to present a something we made for a project and i was losing my mind because my friends didnt want to present it and my class was pretty big and filled with a bunch of rude and snotty people so i went to talk to the teacher to ask if i could just present to her privately or something but she said no so like i lowk freaked out and had a break down in the middle of the hallway 💀

honestly though the work isnt that hard considering i passed spanish with an A throughout the years but i just HATE talking in front of the class because for one my accent is different than everyone elses and two im one of the only non native spanish speakers so im kinda just like on edge cause yk how some people are theyre just not nice 🫠

anyway for the rest of the school day things were pretty good except J was being weird again and i think he was trying to flirt with me? he was just being rlly inappropriate and kept stealing my stuff 🫠 he stole my bag and then tried to go through it and then he asked if i had a dildo in my bag and if i like using it 😟 he then proceeded to walk around the class and tell people i have a dildo in my bag. i probably should’ve told C or a teacher idk why i didn’t 😭 oh yeah speaking of C hella people think we’re dating AND NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TELL THEM WE’RE NOT THEY WONT SHUT UP AND JUST KEEP TELLING EVERYONE THAT WE’RE DATING.

oh i alsofell asleep in english😭 i got lucky at the teacher didnt notice though‼️ and then my friend fell down the stairs

ANYWAY THATS ALL‼️ so how are you axel? OOO WHATS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL??

thats all for today! byebye and ilysm 💗💗

-bambi

dude i swear to god spanish teachers r either the worst person on this planet or the sweetest person ever no in between…. LIKE WHY IS SHE TARGETING U OMG i’d have to start swinging i fear…

i need J to like explode why does he act like that do u think it’s bc he doesn’t get attention at home… that’s mean sorry LMFAO um anyway i hope he leaves u the hell alone already bc u deserve it😍😍

UR FRIEND FELL DOWN THE STAIRS ?1?1??1 HELP R THEY OK???😭😭😭

i’m ok!!! and HMMMM my favorite animals r probably bats !!! what is urs :0

BYEEE ILYT!!!!