#I spent waaay too much time on this

[prettyupsetnerd]

hurt/comfort, touch-starved, friends to lovers, rated T for Teeny

[librathefangirl]

The forming of the Seven Deadly Sins, aka Meliodas' kid friend takes him shopping for a new family team

[jotawaifu]

Requested by @authorjones.

Locket pic by itself under the cut~

[seedofjoseph]

The Beer & The Baptist

(link)

[sockenpuppe]

BOOP

tumblr today

[prrcyjacksons]

BOOKS READ IN 2023 ⫸ King of Battle and Blood by Scarlett St. Claire

“ All of the stars in the sky are not as bright as my love for you. ”

[kkpwnall]

penguin classics covers but it's my fics

driving in your car

where's the spark?

love is like ghosts

just a little rain

wine & dine

[kuroarimiyazaki]

It's 2023 I'm making a terrible Bully OC and you can't stop me. Edit: Posted close ups of the parts that include text below the cut

[comediakaidanovsky]

the two most important skills are sympathy and fire

[tiffanylamps]

friends, get yourself a good mattress. it's really worth it

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: “A letter of complaint probably isn’t gonna do much, babe.”

Charlie: “I don’t care.”

Vaggie: “Neither will Lute.”

Charlie: “I don’t care! Emily- will she at least read it?”

Emily: “Reading stuff is one of Lute’s main jobs, since Adam never wanted to.”  

Charlie: “Then she’ll have fun reading FIFTY of these in a ROW.”

Emily: "I don't think she'll actually have fun with that..."

Charlie: "GOOD."

Charlie: “…....wait. Her name is spelled L-U-T-E?”

Vaggie: “Yeah? How’d you think she spelled it?”

Charlie: “I thought it was loot. Like, pirate’s loot, loot boxes, stolen loot, people looting during a blackout…”

Vaggie: "Nice idea."

Charlie: "Thanks!"

Vaggie: "Waaay too imaginative for her and Adam though. It's just Lute."

Emily: “Oh, so it isn't short for Lutecia??”

Vaggie: “No. But PLEASE tell me you’ve called her that.”

Emily: “A few times… no wonder she glared at me…”

Vaggie: “You’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen.”

Emily: “Y-you’re welcome!”

Charlie: “You're both gorgeous. Try looking in a mirror sometime, Vaggie. Anyway- I guess it being a stringed instrument makes more sense? Adam did have that whole guitar playing thing going on.”

Vaggie: "Huh?"

Emily: “Aw, theme naming~”

Vaggie: "What?"

Charlie: "I guess it's kinda cute. I guess even mean people can be cute..."

Vaggie: “What the actual hell are you talking about sweetie?”

Charlie: “Lute! Like the ye oldie guitar thing!”

Vaggie: “It’s lute. As in, lieutenant?”

Charlie: “….”

Emily: “…”

Charlie: (horrified) “No…”

Emily: “E-even Adam wouldn’t be that lazy-”

Vaggie: “You’re talking about the guy who outsourced bothering his ex.”

Charlie: “But-”

Vaggie: “And then outsourced dealing with the people he’d outsourced the work to.”  

Emily: “Oh heavens he would.”

Vaggie: “The only thing Adam spent energy on was Adam, the only things Lute cares about is Adam and murder- that’s why I figured I could go waltzing back up there with you, babe.”

Charlie: “You really didn’t think they’d recognize you!? But you- you literally just grew out your HAIR!”

Vaggie: “I wasn’t in uniform or covered in blood. And those were the only times Adam or Lute ever paid attention to any of us before, so…”

Charlie: “They- rgh. RrrrrrrRRGHHH.”

Emily: “I think I need to write a few letters too, now.”

Vaggie: “I think we need to get the letters away from Charlie before she sets them all on fire-”

-FWOOM FLAMES-

Emily: “Fire extinguisher?”

Vaggie: “Under the desk.”

[pancakewithamace]

TL;DR tumblr user literallyjusttoa just really likes Lester Papadopoulos (mortal teenage incarnation of Apollo) from the Trials of Apolllo by Rick Riordan.

The too long = Notable vocabulary: 'blorbo', which is character they like; 'skrimbly' - sometimes written as 'skrimblo', which refers to someone who is attractive, possibly androgynous, but not known for being smart; 'skrunkly,' which references some little, weirdly drawn creature meme; 'eeby deeby,' referencing a quote from an Instagram/Tik Tok audio with a robotic, crackly male narrator voice saying "Mr. the Missle is eeby and neebies to sleeby," talking about (often a cat) being sleepy; 'plinko horse', which is an old tumblr meme I've not been around long enough to understand (it is about an actual horse, i think); 'meow meow', referencing a full phrase, 'poor little meow meow', which refers to a character that is pathetic, likely not canonically queer much to the fandom's disappointment, and might cry often; 'beebo', which I think is a nickname for Brendon Urie (leader singer of Panic! At the Disco)? And that's about it. all of this is probably wrong somehow also btw

Lub you Lester Papadopoulos, the biggest blorbo skrimbly skrunkly eeby deeby light of my life plinko horse ooey gooey pathetic little meow meow beebo cheesecake to ever exist. <3

[complete-clownery]

Unfinished dumb comic

to be continued...(?)

Idk man I just cant finish the whole thing, and my comic making skills are obviously lacking, but I spent waaay too much time on this for me not to post it, still not the best tho, very much not satisfied but it is here

(might edit this later with the finished stuff)

[kurishiri]

Epilogue ┊ Wrapped in a Wicked Romance —Darius Vogel—

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow or characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: this one’s for all you yandere girlies out there 👀

—— Sewer ——

The sunlight from above penetrated through the waterway’s narrow gap, with nothing but Darius’ silhouette clearly reflected.

Darius: Stay as my lover until the day ends.

At the end of this day I spent with Darius ‘as a lover,’ I was trapped in his arms.

Darius: I was thinking of having you show me around the city before calling it a day, but nope, I’ll have you stay with me ‘as a lover’ until the next day comes around.

D: As punishment for getting my clothes dirtied.

Then, the sun hidden by something, the vicinity suddenly became dark.

In turn, a shadow fell upon Darius’ face before me, and the last thing reflected in my eyes were his which sweetly wavered, approaching me——

(Ah... is he going to kiss me...?)

I thought of avoiding it, and as though being deceived by an evil spell, I closed my eyes on a reflex.

Darius: A fool you are.

Kate: Huh? Ah——

His voice brushing against me in passing, I slowly opened my eyes...

Darius: You believe others waaay too easily. In fact, so much so, no other human I’ve seen could hold a torch to you.

His face, which had been right before my eyes, withdrew then and there, and Darius went back the way he came.

Darius: Why oh why are you in Crown indeed...

That said, I couldn’t pick up the words he murmured very well.

And so that I wouldn’t be left behind, I chased after his back.

—— Bridge (evening) ——

Returning to the heart of the city, the shadow of the evening moon emerged in the reddish-brown sky.

The evening sunlight reflected the surface of the River Thames, causing it to sparkle.

Kate: Such a pretty view...

Darius: And that very water flowing here is the same dirty water from before.

Kate: Sure, but that doesn’t change the fact the scenery here is quite pretty.

Darius: Well, I guess so. If you look from afar, there really isn’t much difference between what’s pretty and what’s dirty.

I leaned against the bridge, and Darius followed after.

And then, I suddenly looked down at that hand.

At some point, he had put on the gloves, still dirtied.

(Just by touching others, he can see a person’s biggest misfortune.)

(Being able to see others’ most unfortunate future... that’s...)

All of a sudden, I couldn’t help but think about how he lived with that all this time.

(Darius’ heart...)

As I looked on at him, Darius’ hands came toward me, pinching my cheeks.

Kate: Uh?

Darius: You looked like you wanted to be touched. ...Ah, and don’t worry, I’m using the clean part of my gloves.

Kate: That’s... uu...

I couldn’t form more words, as a faint warmth grazed my lips.

I couldn’t stop my face from burning up at the sensation of his fingers touching the soft part.

Darius: You’re so red... humans really are foolish, aren’t they.

D: Or wait. I think it’s just you are the one who’s foolish in this case.

D: You’re simple, driven by emotions, make merry at the drop of a hat, and love things that feel good...

I knew that I was being made fun of.

Kate: I’m aware of that myself...

K: But touching me just to find those ‘foolish’ traits of mine wasn’t exactly in the best of taste from you, either, Darius.

Darius: Really? And here I was thinking since we were ‘lovers’ that I’d do something a lover would do and whatnot.

D: That’s all there is to it on my end.

The evening in the foreground, a beautiful smile formed on Darius’ face.

(Not that I know Darius that well,)

(but I think, probably, he is lacking something as a person.)

That said, I couldn’t say for sure whether that was a byproduct of him being Cursed or not.

Kate: If you constantly do things to test others, nobody will stay by your side, you know.

Darius: That’s fine by me.

Kate: And what if said person comes to like you?

Darius: I don’t really mind. It’s not like I ever wanted to be loved before anyhow,

D: seeing as I don’t believe in love and whatnot.

Those words that came out so naturally didn’t hold a drop of warmth.

Kate: I don’t think there exists anyone who doesn’t want to be loved.

K: Humans can’t live out their lives alone.

Darius: If you’re going that far, then you go and prove it. That is, if that thing called ‘love’ and whatever is really in this world.

(‘Prove it’...)

I thought about how to prove it, but nothing came to mind at the moment.

Darius: Oops, cat’s got your tongue? You can take your time to think, as I’ll give you until the time we return back.

Kate: Alright then. But, um, would you mind if I asked one thing?

Darius: Yes?

Kate: If I am able to prove it, what would you do then?

Darius: Were you hoping for some reward for proving it?

Kate: No, it’s not that. It’s just a simple curiosity of mine,

K: what you would do were you to know of ‘love.’

Darius: Were I to know of love... and if I——want to be loved, huh. I sure wonder.

D: I’ve never thought of myself that way before. Hehe, now that’s an interesting thought experiment for sure.

Darius lowered his plume-like eyelashes before once again opening his eyes and said...

Darius: First, I’d have you take responsibility for it.

D: You see, the responsibility of making me think ‘I want to be loved’ is a far cry from a light one.

D: Having you by my side forever is a given, of course, and I’d make it so you wouldn’t dream of being able to live, body and heart, without me. And finally——

We were so close I could feel his breath, and the beautiful smile he wore came closer.

Darius: I would want to make you into a Cursed one.

(Wha——)

That sweet, bewitching voice that snuck its way into my ear, at that moment, went through my body like a poison.

Darius: ——Well, that’s all if such a day ever came.

(I’m sure...)

This poison was lethal.

It was one that encroached upon the depths of my heart, and listening to that sweet voice that seemed to paint over me, such was my premonition.

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masterlist 🪽 ┊ ko-fi ☕️ ┊ comms 🤍

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 4

Steve was eternally grateful that he'd finally told Robin about Eddie. Because now, he could torture her with his outfit choices. Robin groaned and covered her eyes as Steve held out more shirts.

"What do you think? Stripes or no stripes?"

"Steeeeeeve", Robin whined.

"You're the one that told me stripes really shows off my chest."

"Is Eddie a tits guy? Or an ass man?"

Steve put the shirts back in the closet. "I don't know. I don't know Robin and the fact that this is a video call date makes it worse."

"Actually....actually it makes it better." Robin uncovered her face and grabbed Steve's shoulders. "You'll be on the phone the whole time!"

"Yes...We've established this", Steve said, not sure where she was going with this.

"I mean, if you're doing a video call, YOU control what Eddie sees."

Steve stared at her face for a long while as she simply emoted using her eyebrows. "Robin, no."

"Robin, yes. Come on. We're going shopping. You're waaay overdue for this. And I need a couple of things myself."

"Things going that well with Chrissy?", Steve asked right before Robin threw his shoes at him.

"What do you think I'm doing while you're on your date?", Robin grinned.

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Eddie's excitement just got more and more intense with each day. By Wednesday he was vibrating any time his hands weren't occupied with something. He only hoped it didn't translate to his texts. Cool as a cucumber, that was his motto when it came to Steve. He couldn't come on too strong.

(9:45 am) Thinking about those beefy thighs (9:46 am) god i wanna wrap them around my head

Perfect. Smooth. And not too much.

At least he didn't think so at the time. About an hour later Eddie remembered that Steve was at work and possibly reading that text in a room full of prepubescents. And he knew he was going to reap what he sowed when Steve texted him later.

[12:01 pm] You are the ultimate distraction.

(12:02 pm) sry. i forgot you were at work

[12:03 pm] I don't think you are sorry. In fact, I think you need to be punished.

Eddie needed to get a job in coding because there was no emoji that properly conveyed the intensity of the 'boi-yoi-yoi-yoing' going on in his pants. How grateful he was that he didn't need to talk. Texting would cover any stuttering he was sure to do.

(12:04 pm) punishment? 😏 (12:04 pm) what kind of punishment?

[12:05 pm] See me after class, Mr. Munson.

God, four o'clock couldn't come fast enough. Eddie knew that'd be around the time Steve got home from work. He spent about an hour rolling around in bed before getting up, needing to distract himself. He wasn't due for work today, but he went in anyway to loiter.

"I can tell you're horny and I can tell you're just idling until you get your dick wet. Get lost, some of us have actual work to do", Jeff said.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp. "Jeffery! Jeffords! Jeffaniel! Jeffanie!"

"Are you just going to sit there, making up full names for me or are you gonna get off your ass?"

"I'll replace all the boards and sweep out the alleys for the next two hours", Eddie said, holding his hands together like he was praying to his friend.

Jeff rubbed his chin as he considered it. "Only if you take this next party I have coming in."

Eddie looked at the group arriving. There had to be at least a dozen. And he just knew they only reserved one lane. They always only reserved one lane.

"You drive a hard bargain Jimothy."

"Not even close", Jeff crossed his arms. "And it's this or whatever ants in your pants you'll do if you're unoccupied."

Curse his friends for knowing him so well. Eddie held up his end of the deal, taking care of the party. Turned out it was a birthday party (happy 14th Ashton). But two hours later, the time had passed and Eddie went back home. He still had an hour to spare (he didn't want to leave Steve waiting), so he spent the rest of the time coming up with some ideas for their date in a few days.

[4:04 pm] Are you home?

(4:05 pm) At home and awaiting orders gorgeous (4:05 pm) Have I been a bad boy Mr. Harrington?

Eddie's phone rang and he picked it up as he crashed onto his bed. He knew Steve could hear it when he laughed on the other end.

"You need to keep a tighter lid on those urges. It was a lucky break that all the kids were focused on their dishes that they didn't see the face I made."

"Truly, my bad Stevie. But I can't help what you do to me."

Steve chuckled. "Not even a little?"

"Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little bit. The truth is, I could've said a lot more, but I was holding back."

"Really now? And what would you have said if you weren't holding back?"

Eddie could hear something that sounded like movement in a bed. Steve was getting comfortable too. He thought about the picture he had saved, of Steve's lower body in those shorts. He had been laying in bed then too. Eddie let his mind wander for a bit. What he'd do if Steve were really in bed beside him...

"Baby if you were here right now, I'd have my hands all over you. You'd think I was an octopus."

"Tell me where you'd touch me first", Steve said.

"Well I'm still thinkin' of those legs of yours. You like massages, Stevie? I could rub you down all day."

Steve imagined Eddie digging his fingers into his muscles. That would really hit the spot, especially after a workout. "Mmm, and then?"

"And then I'd wrap them around my head, like I said. I saw what you were packin' in those shorts, baby. I would love to get my mouth on you."

Eddie heard Steve let out a soft moan and he definitely heard a zipper and some shifting. God, the image of Steve stroking himself... Eddie unzipped his pants too, palming at himself while the other hand kept an ever tightening hold on the phone.

"Eddieee..."

"I wanna hear everything, baby. I'm working so hard sucking you off, I deserve to know how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, uh", Steve let out a small breath at the end.

"Yeah? I haven't even told you how I'd rock your world yet", Eddie grinned.

"I just know...You're so good with your mouth."

"You like the way I lick you up and down? How I kiss that beautiful tip?" Eddie knew he had a dick just as handsome as the rest of him, never mind that he had yet to see Steve's whole face yet. His hand pumped up and down as he envisioned the weight of Steve in his mouth. He thought about getting drunk on that taste.

Eddie groaned and his eyes fluttered close, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "Do you shave Steve?"

"....No...is that a problem?"

"Ohh it's the opposite of a problem babe. I bet you got a thick bush. I'd sink all the way down, bury my nose in it while you're fucking my throat."

Steve let out the most delicious sound as he came and Eddie wasn't too far behind. It was like he was there, hairs coarse and curly rough against his skin while Steve moaned right into his ear.

"Mmm", Steve hummed. "I know you look good now. My cum dripping off your lips."

"I'd swallow it all, sweetness. I wouldn't waste a single drop." He would take all that Steve gave him and then some. He was a greedy man.

"I know you wouldn't. I don't allow anything to go to waste in my classroom. Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Munson?"

"Maaaybeee. I might need another lesson, Mr. Harrington. Say, this Friday, at eight?", Eddie teased.

"I suppose you'll need more help studying. Don't be late, mister."

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For once, Steve didn't linger after work. He made sure the kids cleaned up every last dish before the last period even ended. He even let them go a minute and a half before the bell. When Steve left, he went the back way to avoid most of the other teachers and that pre-weekend conversation. He got home right away and started getting ready. Robin had her own date tonight which meant he had limited time to get her help and last minute input.

When she got home from work, the apartment was a flurry of activity between them.

"Steve, I need the blow dryer!"

"Wait! I'm almost done!"

They both crashed into each other's spaces as they tried using the one bathroom mirror.

"Why can't you use your stupid vanity mirror?", Robin asked.

"That mirror is just for my hair and it's too small."

Robin gave him a side eye. "Is that my eyeliner?"

"Is that my face cream?"

For some reason, Robin insisted on getting dressed in his room, which meant at some points their outfits got switched around and they had to re-dress. The pandemonium finally quieted when Robin left for her date and Steve was at last alone for his. It was at 8:00 sharp that Eddie sent a text.

(8:00 pm) Knock knock 😙

Steve smiled as he started a video call. His heart fluttered at the thought of finally seeing Eddie's full face. So imagine his surprise when he was instead met with a hand that had a face drawn on it. And what could only be Eddie doing a deeper, character voice.

"Hello my love. Are you ready for the romancing tonight? I hope I get lucky, ehehehehe."

To which Steve couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Any nerves he might've had flew away.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm a proper young man. I don't think I could court with someone who was so...handsy."

"I wouldn't lay a finger on you without your permission, lovely. But maybe a few smooches. Muahmuahmuah!" Eddie's hand attacked his phone's camera with kisses and Steve giggled like it was actually touching him.

As his laughing fit subsided, only then did Eddie reveal his face. He took Steve's breath away. He was literally speechless and just stood there staring, which made Eddie start to squirm a little.

"You tryina turn me to stone, Medusa?", Eddie joked.

"Sorry!", Steve apologized when he realized he had been staring. "You just...you look really nice Eddie."

"You don't look too bad yourself, handsome", Eddie smiled.

That was putting it lightly. For the both of them really. Steve felt like he was talking to the perfect man. Eddie felt like Steve had walked right out of his wet dreams.

"So, what did you order?", Steve asked as he sat down at his table. He made sure his phone was angled that it only showed him from the waist up. Robin had the bright idea that since he could control what Eddie saw, he could wear whatever he wanted under the line of sight.

He was currently wearing a blue and white striped polo shirt. And beneath that, some lacy, navy blue panties. Maybe Eddie would find out, maybe he wouldn't. Steve had his phone on the table, propped up against some books.

"I ordered the Munson special. A grilled cheese with potato soup."

"Oh, that's a Munson special, hm?"

"Damn straight. Tomato soup is still a classic, but I'd die for a potato. What'd you get?"

"I have some leftover pasta that I just added some mushrooms too. Nothing too fancy."

"Unless it's one of those truffles", Eddie pointed out.

Steve rolled his eyes as he twirled his fork. "Truffles? On a teacher's salary?"

"Hey, you could be secretly rich."

"Oh if I win the lottery, there will be signs."

"Like 5th graders using authentic truffles", Eddie nodded to himself.

They kept talking throughout their dinner and then took each other to their sinks to wash the dishes together. Eddie talked more about his friends. Some of which he worked with and the band he was in. Steve wasn't super into metal, but he liked it enough to be interested in whatever Eddie did.

When they had talked about their date night and discussed their options, they decided on dinner and a movie. Once the dishes were cleaned, Steve took Eddie over to the living room and he sat down between the coffee table and propped him against another set of books as they both queued up the movie on their ends.

"You know it's been a really long time since I've seen this movie", Steve said. "I think I was literally a kid."

"There was a time when this was literally my religion", Eddie said as Quest for Camelot started to play.

Steve knew Eddie was into Dungeons & Dragons, so him being in love with a fantasy movie made total sense.

"Did you have a crush on Garrett when you were a kid?", Steve asked, later during the movie.

"'Did'? I'd still let him use that staff on me six ways to Sunday!"

Steve laughed and he was coming to realize he laughed with Eddie much more than any of his dates in a long while.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink", Steve said as he got up. He nearly asked Eddie if he wanted something. It really was like he was right there with him. Steve grabbed a soda and then came back, sitting down in his spot again when he saw Eddie's expression.

He was silent, which was rare.

His eyes were bulging out of his head and his hand was over his mouth.

Steve was about to ask what was wrong when Eddie's eyes flicked down and then Steve got it. He had stood up. In full view of his phone. And then turned to go into the kitchen.

Eddie had gotten a first rate view of his panties.

Part 6

Tag Team (CLOSED)

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[pearl484-blog]

Depending on the level of disability, this may or may not be true. Furthermore, consider that kwamis can speak EVERY language, including any and all sign languages, whistling languages (which can get LOUD), morse code, instrumental languages (yes they exist. For hard of hearing/Deaf users, I would probably guess they'd use either drums-which give off good vibrations- or bullwhistles which, once again, looooud, but there might be other options)

Also consider that they are tiny and frequently like to sit next to their wielder's face.

There would probably be issues communicating though. For starters, although the Renlings have fingers, kwamis have flexible nubs and tiny mouths. So not only would signing would be hard, lipeeadibg would be too. They are good about body language, but their small size and chibi forms are a hinderance.

You also must consider that their target may not know the language they are using to reach them.

So...I guess it'd depend

I just realized that people with cochlear implants wouldn’t be able to hear kwamis 😶