#SUPER proud of this! reblogs highly appreciated

[plushybluecat]

tyson hesse sonic style redraw! og image under cut

[asterias-corner]

triple threat!

I’m actually super proud of this one! I like drawing the sillies jjsjsjsjs

Reblogs are highly appreciated^^

[brights-place]

Can I ask a platonic fam oneshot about Velvet and Veneer with a lil siblings that does folkloric dance?

Im sorry I just find funny the idea of a kid reader doing la danza de los machetes when they big siblings are super famous 😭

But any folkloric dance it's okay lmao

You can ignore this request dw, please drink water and rest all you need, virtual hugs 🫂🫂

Velvet & Venneer’s Lil sibling who does folkloric

Pairings: Venner and Velvet X Reader (Platonically)

Warnings: Swearing, Crimp abuse, Fluff

A/N: This one is fun to write since I didn't know what folkloric dance was at first before I listened and watched soem videos about it and it was so lovely! sorry it's short im so sleepy!

- Velvet and Veener superstar artists who were glamorous and then there was you... In the background just vibing as you eat some food before looking towards your siblings who sweat drop at you - Veener and Velvet buy you your costumes for your dancing cause they got that popstar money yk yk - They attend all your dance's and Velvet pretends to hate going to watch your dances but she actually enjoys it so much and makes sure Veener is recording all of it - if someone makes fun of you doing folklofic dancing venner and velvet would go off on whoever talks shit - Velvet makes sure you pratice she dosen't want you to be a failure

- When people ask velvet and venner about what you do they flex about you doing folkloric dancing - Baile folklórico, "folkloric dance" in Spanish, also known as ballet folklórico, is a collective term for traditional cultural dances that emphasize local folk culture with ballet characteristics – pointed toes, exaggerated movements, highly choreographed. - She makes you practice a lot but Venner tries to convince her to give you breaks but he does also remind you its velvets way of trying to care for you. - You love showing your dances towards Veneer and Velvet sometimes if you feel proud about it - Velvet likes to do your hair and make sure the outfits look great on you if its a dress she makes sure its perfect if its a suit she makes sure to iron it properly - Venner hums to the music and enjoys how you move around as he is a very proud older brother and clapping to the beat and hyping you up. - Velvet and Venner may be troll kidnapping artists but you didn't know that at all - Though when you run into their makeup room while they were gone to fix your suit real quick you stubled upon Flyd in a perfume bottle making you worry about your older siblings and what they were doing - The worry in your eyes made you scared of what else your older siblings who you looked up to have done...

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2023 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact

[kyojurismo]

Hey! Do you think you could write the upper moons requests to finding out their s/o has became an upper moon? Thanks!

▸ ANSWERING. well um, since i don’t know how to write for gyokko & hantengu i didn’t included them… i apologise just in case! thank you for the request btw, have a beautiful weekend <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. kokushibo (upper rank one), douma (upper rank two), akaza (upper rank three), daki & gyutaro (upper ranks six) x upper rank gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. reader is upper rank five (or four if you want, i didn’t stated it clearly so), nothing i think??

KOKUSHIBO

not surprised about you getting stronger, but surprised about you becoming an upper rank

he knew you got potential and was proud

he did gave you advices & stuff like that, after all

“i knew you would become stronger than that, i’m very proud of your position.”

DOUMA

super happy and proud

no literally, he would smile at you and congratulate you

claims you were meant to be part of the upper moons

“i knew it you would make it, darling. now you will take part in the meetings with lord muzan.” [imagine him smiling deviously while saying that lol]

AKAZA

always thought very highly of you so he’s not that surprised

compliments you a lot !!!!!

he’s also happy because he knew the privileges of being an upper rank

“you deserved it, you’re strong and talented.”

DAKI

a bit jealous about your position ngl

but she’s happy you’ve gotten stronger

would love it even more because now you’ll spend even more time together

“you’re amazing, i just knew it!”

GYUTARO

not really jealous, just a bit surprised

would congratulate you of course & remind you that he always believed you were a talented demon

same as akaza, he knows the privileges of that rank and he’s okay with that so muzan wouldn’t mess with you as he does with lesser demons

“i knew lord muzan would recognise your talent and give you a reward. that’s what you deserve.”

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. it was short & weak ngl, but i’m having a hard time writing so um i guess that’s not that bad (i hope, at least) well, have a good day / night ♡

[woobab]

They're out on a stroll, and Pep's a big flirt 💕🫶🩷

HEY PEPPIEM/PAVLOVA SPAGHETTI ENJOYERS NEW PIECE FOR YA HEHE ❤️❤️ i'm SUPER proud of this piece!! took me a hot while but it was SO worth it 🫶🩷

[reblogs are highly appreciated!!! ❤️]

[sunshinereddie]

Communication Error Has Occurred.

Alright, maybe Richie did hate his job. But, to be fair, it wasn’t like his job treated him very well either. From the way he was more often than not loaded with more work than he could possibly get done in a single day, to how he was expected to spend more than his contractual hours in the office slaving away at his desk without any extra pay, to how his boss was always breathing down his neck and always seemed to have something to say about Richie’s clothes or his attitude or his work performance, even when Richie was trying his best. The salary wasn’t anything special either- it was fine, but nothing close to what Richie thought he deserved for putting up with everything that was thrown at him. So maybe Richie did hate his job… but, there were some things that made staying worth it. And one of those things was Eddie Kaspbrak. _____________ Richie Tozier has a secret crush on his coworker, Eddie Kaspbrak. And while he prides himself in having kept those feelings to himself for so long, on one drunken night... well, it becomes not quite a secret anymore.

22,838 words, 3/3 chapters

read on ao3

inspired by this hc post 

@reddieweek Day 2 Prompt: Occupation Swap

here is day 2 of reddie week fics!!! i gotta say folks, i’m super proud of this one. i’ve been working on this baby nonstop for about 3 weeks straight, and i’m so happy to finally post it!!! i hope you all enjoy it, because i had worked so hard to get this done and had a BLAST writing it myself! 

comments, kudos, and reblogs are highly, highly, appreciated <3 

[centuricnis]

                         𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕟𝕚𝕤

    independent, highly selective, low energy, dual rp blog. featuring! 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕚 𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟 & 𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟 𝕛𝕒𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕣 nsfw themes present. mun is 21+.

                                est 08/2024                                                           𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕗! blogroll: @aeviare 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤!

1. Basics

Hi! My name is Tiff! 25+! My pronouns are she/they. I’ve been rping on Tumblr since 2012! I have a full time job && a small business, so my activity may be spotty at best. I come and go as I please because roleplaying to me is only a hobby! This blog will probably be super low energy and low activity, as I also have my main multimuse which is where I'll probably be if I'm not here. Minors will be blocked. Any personal blogs without rp sideblogs will be blocked.

If I follow you and you do not follow me back within a week, I will unfollow for my own comfort. This doesn't mean that if you follow me in the future that I won't refollow. I absolutely will! I just never want to overstep anyone's mutuals boundaries. (:

PSA

The source material has plenty of heavy adult themes. These are likely to show up whilst writing, but I will do my best not to write anything especially explicit. Please prioritize your mental health when it comes to these themes, as I assume you're at least familiar with those that are present within the manga/anime.

If you have problems with AoT/SnK's themes and/or it's creator please take it somewhere else. I love the anime as it is, standalone. That does not mean I believe in things present in media or things believed by the creator.

If that bothers you, this isn't the blog for you. Any harassment will be met with the block button (:

small extra psa: i'm not that comfortable writing with blogs that only rp with real people face claims. i personally prefer animated/cartoon/3d style face claims. this is just a personal preference!

2. Writing Specifics!

This blog will focus more on the SnK fandom and rpc, but I'm very open to crossovers. My writing lengths vary from short, to paras, to sometimes novellas. There's never a requirement to match my length. Any icons used will be 100x100 and most likely made by me. I've only watched the anime, and am currently reading the manga, so if there are any nuances missed because of that, I apologize in advance (: Because Tumblr hates its userbase, I'll be writing strictly with Beta Editor and xKit Rewritten's Trim Reblogs.

3. Etiquette!

Basic etiquette is expected for writing with me. Meaning, please don't godmod! I will never write your muse for you, I'd appreciate the same respect.

As always mun =/= muse. Levi has murdered people. Please do not romanticize things that even he has felt guilt for. If you know the ending of AoT, you know what Eren did. If you have issues with my muses, this is not the blog for you.

As for drama or callouts, please don't drag me into things that have nothing to do with me. Do not police me in who I can or cannot speak to. I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions. If there's an issue with a person and you're concerned for my wellbeing, please address it with me in DMs.

4. Shipping!

I am a very proud multi ship whore. All ships are separate AUs unless otherwise plotted.

For Levi, I view him more as demisexual and even demiromantic. This just means it'll take some time for him to be open to a relationship. That being said, my bias comfort Levi ship is (S4 Eren) Ereri/Riren. I am open to shipping him with Erwin or Hange, but it would take plotting and speaking with my rp partner ooc.

For Eren, I'm much more open to other ships. I obviously still ship Ereri, but I'm also open to shipping him with Armin, Jean, Reiner, & Mikasa. Although, I do lean more with Mikasa and Eren being siblings, I do see the potential for their romantic ship.

NSFW on this blog will be canon typical violence, gore, and of a sexual nature. If you do not want to view those things, please blacklist "suggestive cw" and "nsfw cw".

[whatsnewalycat]

Hi, Aly! I’m Sarah. 😊 I just wanted and needed to stop by and tell you how much I love Psychomanteum. I’ve seriously been trying to figure out how to best tell you this for like a week now. That probably sounds weird, but I just really feel like you deserve the best praise I can give. I still don’t think I can even properly express to you just how fucking much I love it. I have to go ahead and try, though, because I can’t hold it in any longer.

I guess I need to first explain that my usual process when reading fics is to reblog after each chapter. This can take me some time because I try to pick out at least one thing about it that I really enjoyed and I don’t always have the brainpower to do that right away, so then I have to wait to move onto the next chapter. Anyway, I’ve been dealing with a lot of shit the past couple weeks that’s totally drained me mentally and I’ve been having a hard time gathering my thoughts and expressing them. Because of that, I read Psychomanteum all the way through. But I didn’t only read it that way because of my lack of brainpower, but also because I love it so damn much that I just couldn’t wait for potentially weeks to finish it all by going through my usual process. I most definitely will be rereading it more than once, and I promise you, I will reblog every chapter with at least a little feedback for each one. That’s important to me.

Anyway, here’s the part (telling you how I feel about your fic) that I don’t really know how to properly express because my brain sucks right now. But I’m gonna try my best…

Psychomanteum is one of my favorite things I’ve ever read. Like not just fanfic. Out of everything I’ve ever read. No joke. You can fucking WRITE! Holy fucking shit, you write so beautifully. I’m moved by every word. Everything about it is just wonderful. Dieter was already one of my favorite PP characters, but now, because of your fic, he’s even more special to me. I love your Dieter so much. And I love Reader/Lua just as much. I feel like I can fully immerse myself into this world because it feels so real. When I’m reading it, everything else around me dissolves and fades away and it’s just me and your story. It’s an emotional rollercoaster that I never want to get off of. I read chapter 10 last night and that’s when I decided I couldn’t wait any longer to reach out to you. I cried. It moved me so much, I fucking cried. But a good cry!

It’s truly one of most beautiful stories I’ve ever read. Thank you so much for sharing it. It’s been a huge source of comfort for me. Extra thanks for that. You should also know that I didn’t just stumble across it on my dash. A friend highly recommended it to me. She was blown away by it, too. I recommended it to another friend and she’s now in love with it. It’s absolutely incredible. I’ll spread the word about it to anyone who will listen. Thank you again. ❤️

Hi Sarah!!!

This made me cry so much. Happy tears! I wanna frame this and put it on my wall. Thank you thank you thank you! I’m super duper awkward and terrible at accepting compliments but I will remember this when the imposter syndrome gets loud 🖤🖤🖤 Psychomanteum is my baby and I’m so proud.

I feel like my response isn’t adequately expressing just how touched I am, but I assure you I’m so fucking stoked.

Don’t worry about reblogging all the chapters, honestly, you don’t have to do that. It takes up a ton of emotional bandwidth and I promise I see you and hear you and appreciate you. Thank you to your friend for the recommendation, and thank YOU AGAIN for reading and recommending it to other people. You fucking rule 😭🖤✨

[starstofillmydream]

How about you? What are you guys grateful for? Reblog and share what TBB meant to you!

Thank you so much for the tag DJ @dystopicjumpsuit 🥹 I love, love, love reading your works so much! You're so talented and bring such light to the fandom. (I'm super behind on my reblogs and comments because of school, so now that I'm graduating this weekend, I'll have the time to go through my drafts and give them the appreciation they deserve! Apologies for that 😅)

Every new release of The Bad Batch on Wednesdays was the highlight of my week. For S2 and S3 in particular, I had a routine: I went to my 9:00 a.m. class, glanced at the clock every so often because time wasn't passing fast enough, ran to my car parked in my college's parking garage after class, and watched the newest episode in my car. In the privacy of my car, I could be vocal about my reactions to certain scenes (lots of "what the fucks" because there were always surprises 😂) and get excited about the plot/action. TBB made me so excited to be a part of a fandom that was as enthusiastic about the clones as me—I'm the eldest daughter in my house with two younger brothers, only one of which who likes Star Wars, but he's not the person to go to if I wanted to gush about the clones 😅

One of the reasons why I latched onto the clones so much when I first watched TCW back in 2022 was their humanity. They didn't have any special powers like the Jedi or the Sith that were unattainable—although they are highly trained soldiers with skills superior to those of regular human beings, they are just like any one of us. Their humanity matches ours. They all interact with the world uniquely, process emotions uniquely, develop their personalities uniquely, and have an admirably strong sense of camaraderie with one another. Seeing them grow as the full human beings they are from TCW S1 to TBB S3 has been an amazing journey, and I'm so proud of them. How can you not be?

The creation of Clone Force 99 extrapolated upon Dave Filoni's original vision for the clones in TCW: In Revenge of the Sith, we only know the clones has people with the same face who coldly killed the Jedi without question. As members of Star Wars' audience, they made enemies with us because they killed the heroes. In TCW, we understand more that they were truly cogs in a machine, victims of circumstance. They tried so hard to distinguish themselves as individuals, and being a soldier made them feel fulfilled (for the most part...an exception would be Cut Lawquane 😅). From the regular clones' individuality established in TCW, TBB further deviated from the regular clones' template and showed us all that it's good to be different and that, despite physical differences, the clones are all brothers at heart and have a strong moral compass embedded in the essence of their characters. They just want to do the right thing, and I think that's why fans are so attached to them. You can't always find that exemplary of a man in real life! 😂

Being able to recognize, analyze, and enjoy these nuances in both TCW and TBB has given me the privilege of making so many friends on this site! I love to come on here and see what my friends are saying about the clones, and the conversations being had about Star Wars media are so interesting and engaging. Plus, everyone is so wickedly talented, from the writing to the fanart and everything in between. I'm so grateful for the community I've been able to share with everyone. Thank you all so much for a wonderful experience and wonderful friendship, and I can't wait to see what's in store in the future of the clones' stories!

I'll tag some people who've made my experience particularly amazing and enjoyable, and that I interact with in some capacity almost daily. Love you guys! 🥰

@wings-and-beskar @enigmaticexplorer @rexxdjarin @ulchabhangorm @starqueensthings @sleepingsun501 @baba-fett @thebomb-diggity

And a special thanks to @meme-force-99 ! Your posts make me smile so much and your entire writing team is incredible!

Before TBB Ends...Regardless of HOW it Ends...I've Got to Say Something...

In 2021, TBB was released, and over the last few years, it's grown to mean a lot to me. Not just the stories, the storytelling, the characters whom we've fallen in love with and hope to see more of someday, whose stories we've learned important lessons from, but how it profoundly affected my life.

And it is something I am incredibly grateful for.

Regardless of how the show ends, if it's something I'm going to love or be totally heartbroken over and hate, I'm so glad it happened and went on this journey.

For one, it gave me the plug to start writing. Writing was always a dream of mine but it wasn't until I discovered fanfiction, because of TBB, that I actually realized it. I had this idea of writing and thought I'd never really be able to accomplish that. The show enabled me to move past that and I've been able to be enflamed by my love for writing. It brings me so much happiness. No other show pushed me to write like this one.

Secondly, my writing has allowed me to touch and interact with people. I can't tell you how much it means to me and how thrilled I am to hear and learn my work has touched you in some way. I'm humbled by your words and taking the time to actually read and appreciate what I've written.

Thirdly, I've gone on so many adventures, crazy amazing adventures because of what other brilliant minds I met through the show have written. There are SO many great stories that just hit me so.....I was touched by your stories that you wouldn't have written if you hadn't watched the show!

Lastly, but CERTAINLY not the least, I have made SO many friends and writing buddies because of this show. It has connected me to so many cool people that I otherwise may never have found. I've grown really close with some of you, while others, though we may not be friends per say, I hope we can someday. In the meantime, I will admire your work from here. You guys mean so much to me and I can't even begin to express how wonderful it's been getting to know you over the past few years. The fun experiences we've shared, the theories, the stories, all of it. I am not putting this as well as it was in my head so please forgive that.

This includes but isn't limited to: @eclec-tech @photogirl894 @apocalyp-tech-a @lizartgurl @jedipoodoo @arctrooper69 @carolinetano7567 @trapezequeen @ghostofskywalker @masterjedilenaaa @ladysongmaster @moonstrider9904 @klmwrites @techs-stitches @ovaa-bi-bia @frostycatblr-fandom-files @imabeautifulbutterfly @sverdgeir @oceansssblue @marvel-starwarsfangirl @jedi-hawkins

How about you? What are you guys grateful for? Reblog and share what TBB meant to you!

Copy and paste the red as your header and let's see how many people we can get so share their stories!

I will end with no other quote than this!

"With love comes loss; it's part of the deal. Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, it's all worth it. There's no greater gift than love."

[tellmetheteruth]

Green hair Uruha! I was motivated to draw for once in my life when I saw his new haircut and here it is, finally colored! I must say I am quite happy. 

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ: Proud w/ Bucky Barnes

a/n: i'm so close to getting caught up! please hold out hope, because i refuse to let this challenge die, despite my lack of motivation! i love you all and your likes, reblogs, requests, and comments are highly appreciated!

masterlist | comfortember masterlist | AO3

Bucky was quick to leave once he had learned that there were other people doped up on the super serum, bidding you a sweet goodbye and a kiss to your forehead as he went with Sam. Not only did you miss him, but you were extremely worried for his safety.

You knew that his head was clear of all that junk that was instilled in it, but you knew that he didn't like being violent, and with the way this manhunt sounded like it was going, he was definitely going to have to do some things that he didn't want too.

Your worries we're quickly put to rest as you watched the news, Bucky giving Sam the spotlight as he demanded equality, and you felt warmth brew in your chest. You were so proud, proud of Bucky, proud of Sam and what was soon to come, seeing as though there were much needed changes. You excitedly awaited his arrival, everyday sitting on edge until you had heard the keys jingle from outside the door.

You had almost pounced on the man as you held him tightly against you, showering his face in kisses as you praised him, practically badgering him about how the mission went as he settled his hands on your hips.

"We got 'em." He said as he pecked your lips.

And you couldn't be more proud.

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[cheries-things]

sweet shopping surprise

pairing: yeonjun x reader 

situation: you meet the school's “bad boy” in the mall 

photo: omyeongj on pinterest

Yeonjun is notorious in school as the boy your mom warned you about. Living up to this title, he rides a dangerous-looking motorbike and comes to class with cuts on his face. 

Even though you share many classes with him, you have always made an effort to stay away.

That is, until today. 

You ran into him at the shopping mall — more specifically, at the kiddie’s table in the Lego store.

You were trying to find a gift for your niece’s birthday, and he was completing his castle.

“Yeonjun?” 

He knocked down several pieces when he looked up and saw you from behind his pink bangs. His ears turn the same color as his hair. 

“Hey, Y/N. Of all places, I didn’t think I’d run into you here.” He tries to mask his flustered voice with a sheepish smile. 

“Do you want to, uh, join me?”

It’s only polite to say yes... You thought, pulling the chair out and sitting down in front of him. 

He slid the instruction manual across the small table so both of you could look at it together. In response, you picked up the pieces and started adding them to his castle. 

At first, it was easy to fixate your eyes on the castle. But as time passed, and the two of you moved closer and closer to work on the core part, you couldn’t help but notice Yeonjun’s pretty profile.

Furrowed eyebrows, parted lips, and a focused gaze. It wasn’t difficult to understand why he’s named the hottest guy in school, year after year.

An hour later, the castle is complete. Yeonjun was super proud, whipping out his phone to take pictures and all that. 

You were ready to bid him goodbye and return to searching for your niece’s gift when he shot from his seat and pulled you by the sleeve. 

“Since you helped me with my castle, I’ll return the favor.” 

“Well, I’m gift-shopping for my niece.”

“Then, let’s get your niece the best gift of his life!”

One store, then another. You two only digressed once to eat Bingsu and listen to a song by this group called TXT that he liked. 

Okay, maybe twice.

The second time was when he convinced you to go on the red train that rode through the mall to give people a tour.

His reasoning was that you would know all the stores and wouldn’t accidentally miss one. 

When the two of you finally landed the perfect gift, it was dark out. 

“Do you want to go eat something?” He asked, standing next to you on the escalator. 

“Sure, I’m a bit hungry.” You replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

But deep down, you know the wild feeling in your stomach is something other than hunger. 

Yeonjun flashes you a wide grin.

“All that walking... I’m starving!” 

After dinner, you agreed to let Yeonjun take you home on his motorbike. He was an absolute gentleman, helping you with your helmet and lifting you to climb onto the seat. 

Though he wasn’t that much of a gentleman when he purposefully accidentally sped so you would clasp your arms around his waist. 

When you realized and tried to unravel, Yeonjun pulled them back. “Let’s stay like this.” Voice deep and warm, rattling your ears. 

Cue: internal combustion. 

In the end, he took you home safe and sound, handed you your gift bag, and wished you good night. 

You didn’t know it then. But it was the first of many more mall dates with Yeonjun.

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[eruden-writes]

Desperation's Summit - Part 7 (Troll x Human)

Summary: What happens when a rich human woman gets kidnapped by a troll in the mountains? The troll claims it was an accident, but is that really true?

cw: spousal death backstory

Taglist: @coolninjavoid

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 (coming soon)

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Or you can “buy me a coffee” on  ko-fi. ❤

Comments, reblogs, and replies are also super appreciated!

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As she set about the kitchen, gathering things for peeling and mashing the fruits, she mused how this would all turn out. Soon enough, sweet scents of fresh fruit filled the air. It intensified as the triplets learned how to mush softer foods into sauces. Of course, while Cordelia used the pestle and mortar, the three trollings used their own hands. Or the table's surface. Or one of their father's hammers.

Eventually, all the new experiences and hard work exhausted the little trollings, though. As each fell asleep, Cordelia would deposit their messy little selves into their beds.

"Oh, you're back," she said from her spot at the kitchen table when Rakash entered the home. There was a brief moment where Rakash was none the wiser to the chaos in his kitchen.

He shook snow off from his outerwear, kicked off his boots, hung up his coat. His refusal to look at Cordelia, in part, came from the thoughts that had rounded his head. Her offer to help his children understand Common and Trollish through her magic book and how that made him feel. The inferiority that struggled against a grudging approval that she'd help in such a way.

Maybe it was just to lord her abilities over him, but still. If his children knew both languages, it'd serve them well in the long run. He couldn't deny that.

With that grudging delight came other considerations and reconsiderations. Namely for her offer to help with certain needs. His lower stomach jolted at the thought, as it had over the course of his chores. It had been a long time. It should be longer, a bitter part of him hissed. He should keep it in his pants indefinitely, since no one would ever amount to Karina.

But fucking was not the same as love. What she had said made sense, as well. They were two adults who were going to winter together, taking care of his children. Close quarters - at least insofar as much as Cordelia realized - would heighten certain appetites. Whether logical or not.

As he turned, his eyes widened and his thoughts froze. The scent of ripe sweetness slammed into him. His eyes traveled from mess to mess, from his grime-crusted children to their dirty clothes and sheets to the kitchen.

Cordelia's smile grew wider with each passing second. Just about the time when she noticed his cheeks darkening and his angry gaze tilting toward her, she pressed a finger to her lips. "Quiet now, you don't want to wake them up."

"What happened here?" Rakash quietly asked, hoping there was a reasonable explanation for the utter disaster around him. His eyes shifted to the kitchen, thinking maybe they had an infestation of fruit mimics from her caravan supplies. It was far-fetched and highly unlikely, but he needed a glimmer of hope.

"I fed them," Cordelia chirped, sitting tall in her chair with her chest puffed out. Acting proud of herself, while Rakash was still trying to understand, still trying to come up with a good reason for the state of his kitchen.

In an angry hiss, he pointed to the counter. "Is that my hammer?"

"Oh, I was teaching them now to make fruit sauces, like apple sauce," Cordelia replied, her voice all sweet and sugar. Her smile ached at her cheeks, waiting for Rakash to realize the mess was intentional. He was buying time, hoping for a better answer. But, nope, he would just have to accept it.

Glancing at the hammer, her voice theatrically softened to something Cordelia presumed was proud. "Ebra got ingenuitive and got your hammer and, well, I couldn't stop their creativity!"

Her continued tone and smile told Rakash enough. Cordelia had planned this. Or at least came up with the idea and didn't have the sense to not follow through. He took a step closer to her, a growl in his throat. "And this mess?"

"You only told me to feed them. Not clean up after them." Her eyes flew wide as she turned back to him, her hand pressing to her cheek. A perfect farcity of innocence. Rakash even thought her tone, as sweet as it was, had a pointed, bitter undertone. "You didn't seem to appreciate my proactive thinking, so I just did exactly what you told me."

"I hope you intend to clean this mess." He took another step closer to her, trying to keep his swords reasonable. It was difficult with the snarl still in his throat.

"Oh no, you're back now." She laughed, getting to her feet and patting down the front of her clothes. When she straightened, her hands landed on her hips. "I'm going to take a nap. Where's my room?"

"You destroyed my kitchen, Cordelia." It was a miracle that Rakash managed to keep his tone level and low. His sleeping children's peace-of-mind meant more than the kitchen, he told himself. But, still, the mess was the last thing he wanted to come home to. Especially as his body ached from chopping wood and any other chores he sought to do outside to distract wayward hormones.

"It's just a little fruit," Cordelia huffed, waving a hand dismissively at his concerns. Her expression shifted from unmoved to something a little more sharp and vicious, as she tilted her gaze up at him. "Wait until you see their diapers later. They ate so much fib-"

Her word ended with a yelp as something wet and slimy and cold splashed across her face. The flavors of mixed fruits soaked into her lips.

"That was uncalled for," Cordelia hissed, wiping the mashed fruit off her face. She made a sharp motion with her dirtied hand and the mess ended on the floor. At Rakash's feet.

"It was plenty called for," he snarled, storming past her to a cabinet. She watched as he pulled out two buckets and a small pile of rags, filling the buckets with soapy water.

"We're going to clean," he bit out. The mess was too much for one person and, though he doubted Cordelia deserved the excuse, Rakash wondered if things just got out of her control. She was too overwhelmed with the amount of work to do anything. So she put on an impetuous show. Though he severely doubted that was the case.

Cordelia raised her eyebrows, her voice dipping into imperiousness, "We?"

"You and me," he returned, dropping the sudsy water at her feet and shoving the rags in her general direction.

The warm water slopped over her feet, making Cordelia dance away from the moisture and the rags in Rakahs's hand. "I didn't agree to that."

"Do it or I'm dousing you with soapy water," he threatened, hefting his bucket up in warning.

Her eyes fell from his face to the bucket in his hand, then to the bucket he set at her feet. With a melodramatic roll of her eyes, Cordelia swiped up the cleaning implements and headed to the far side of the kitchen. She made a show of dropping the bucket on the floor, water sloshing over its rim, and splashing water as she plunk the rag into the suds.

Rakash bit back a groan, rubbing a hand down his face. He decided to work on the side away from Cordelia, if only to save himself from the pain of watching her make more of a mess in her pettiness.

The two managed to clean for the better part of an hour without speaking, let alone killing one another. To her credit, Rakash admitted, once Cordelia got off her high-horse, she worked diligently and managed to tidy up a good deal of the kitchen. There was still a little bit of biting anger in his blood, though. His body ached and, with this new live-in nanny situation, he was looking forward to resting a bit.

His slow, stiff movements were not lost on Cordelia, either. She noticed early into grudgingly cleaning that Rakash was moving slow. Then she considered how backbreaking splitting wood may be. She honestly didn't have a frame of reference for it.

When it finally seemed as if they'd gotten the kitchen back to a seemly condition - her work extended to little under two-thirds of the kitchen - Cordelia turned to Rakash. At some point, he had taken a break, sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. His legs stretched out, back slumped, and hands interlocked over his stomach.

The half-lidded look he regarded Cordelia with made a complicated heat knife up her back. Hurriedly, she crossed her arms, to shield her skipping heartbeat from Rakash. Sticking her nose in the air, and garnering as much haughtiness as she could, she harrumphed, "You're welcome."

"For what?" Rakash cocked his head, not entirely sure what had reignited Cordelia's fire. The ordeal of cleaning had left her hair in disarray, her cheeks flushed, and her clothing dirtied. It was strangely appealing to him. Maybe it was seeing her out of her element. Or knowing she was capable, if she put her mind to it.

Either way, that simmering heat stirred again and Rakash didn't have the energy to ward entirely against it.

She snappishly motioned to her portion of the cleaned kitchen, which obviously was more than his.

One of his eyebrows ticked upward, not even glancing to the area she had scrubbed. He wasn't about to thank her for the mess she had caused, but he found himself fighting against shooting her a snarky smile. "Am I supposed to thank you for destroying my home earlier?"

"'Destroy' is a strong word and it was only the kitchen. And, well, some sheets, I suppose." With her arms still crossed, Cordelia shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. Agitation gnawed at her insides, as Rakash didn't budge from his position. He simply stared at her, unimpressed.

Rallying against a squirming sensation in her stomach, Cordelia added, "But I cleaned as you wanted. You're welcome."

He didn't say anything in response, which only made the squirming sensation in her stomach worsen. Turning away, she gathered up the rags and buckets, and dumped the dirty water down the sink hewn in stone.

She still marveled that he managed to get pipes this far out of civilization. And it all seemed to work fairly well, despite the cold. But this fascination only made Cordelia even more irked. She doubted Rakash would share how his home came to be. If he even knew how it had. Perhaps he'd simply stolen it from someone else.

That thought renewed a little pettiness in her.

"You know, you really shoul-" Cordelia froze, suddenly aware of body heat behind her. Caught unaware, she realized Rakash had crept closer without her realizing. The chair he'd been seated in hadn't even creaked! When had he even moved?

Cordelia must have picked up on the shift in heat between them. Her motions slowed, as if she were facing a wild boar that would take any sudden movement as a threat, as she turned off the water and placed the bucket in the sink. Rakash watched her move, trying to imagine how she'd feel, even as a small part of him balked at the thought.

She glanced back, over her shoulder, before turning to face him. Part of her thought it ironic, how quick he'd changed his tune. Another part of her absolved him, though. Widower, struggling with his sense of duty to his late wife. It would take time, if it ever happened. The firestarter that was irritation might be the catalyst, she realized. And she was very good at causing problems.

It had been presumptuous of her to think he wanted anything like that from her, though. When he'd rejected her in the wagon, part of her thought that was it. The final word on the subject. He seemed stubborn like that.

Apparently, he just needed time to consider her offer.

For Rakash, the carnal want that had simmered since she offered herself for other kinds of relief flared. They'd hedged at his thoughts all through his outdoor chores. Rakash had studiously ignored them, but in the tired haze of his thoughts, he did wonder. It would be easy, Rakash realized, to just hoist her onto the counter, let her balance precariously on the lip of the sink. He clamped down on that imaginative scenario, before it got too far.

Cordelia could almost feel the lewd thoughts in Rakash's head, though. Her eyes flickered up to his as she leaned back, her teeth digging into her lower lip in a way Rakash found disgustingly cute.

"What should I do?" He asked, his voice low and almost menacing as he braced his hands on the counter, boxing Cordelia in. Even like that, his arms grazed her body, and he could feel the implication of how soft she was.

Rakash stooped over her, taking up even more of her personal space than before. The scent of fruit mingling with her natural aroma. Likewise, Cordelia caught the smell of sweat and forest and snow from him, beneath the soapy and fruit odors. His body heat soaked into her and, faintly, she wondered if trolls ran warmer. It would make sense, at least for those who lived in the frigid mountains. Not that you could tell from Rakash's personality.

All Cordelia could do was stare up at the troll, her eyes sliding over his blue skin and purple eyes and double-tusks as she struggled to say something. All her petulant remarks seemed to have fled.

"You, um- You should really..." Growing more embarrassed by the second, Cordelia laughed and covered her face. Her blushing cheeks burned her palms. She'd felt this giddy anticipation with plenty of lovers, one-time and habitual, in the past. But somehow the excitement was different with Rakash. Sharper and deeper. "Honestly, I forgot what I was going to say."

For the first time, it seemed like a genuine response from her. At least, from what Rakash noticed. It was so difficult to read her, but there was a crackle to her voice that couldn't be manufactured. She wasn't that good of an actor. And that made a smile twitch at Rakash's lips. Though, with her hands covering her face, Cordelia missed it.

He gave an amused huff and electricity jumped in her chest. It was so close to a chuckle, but it left Cordelia wondering what Rakash's laugh was like. That was, if he ever laughed. He had to, right? Sometimes?

Her hands slid down a little, just enough for her to pin him with a look while still covering swaths of cheek and mouth. Beneath her fingers, her words were muffled, but her own delight tinged her words, "Stop doing that!"

"I'm not doing anything," he replied, his deep voice soft and taunting. The space between himself and Cordelia filled with the strange mingling of fruit and soap, as the heat jumped between them.

A pout scrunched at Cordelia's lips as she made a wild hand gesture to Rakash's whole form and the space - or lack thereof - between the two of them. Her other hand fell from her face, landing on her hip. The movement made her arm graze against his, sending sparks along his skin.

The ghost of a smile lingered on his lips. "I am just standing here."

"In my personal bubble," Cordelia huffed, raising her eyebrows pointedly.

"Yes, but it's in my house." He knew she had boundaries that superseded his place as head of the household. But her habit of saying things, simply to get a reaction, was catching.

At that, Cordelia crossed her arms, her unimpressed expression mingling with the amused glint in her eye. His tone lacked the conviction that would have told her he genuinely thought that way. Rakash's lips quirked a little more, a little closer to a half-grin. But something behind him drew Cordelia's gaze away from his face.

Reality dropped on Rakash, a chill coasting down his back as he remembered his children weren't so far away. From across the room, he heard the shift of a little body on a little bed. Suddenly, a lump caught in his throat and he straightened his stance. A chill filled the space between Cordelia and himself.

Glancing over his shoulder confirmed that at least one of his children was up. Kazri peered over the edge of their bed, spying on the adults with big innocent eyes.

"Looks like naptime is over." Cordelia's soft words were teasing and, unless Rakash was imagining it, a little rueful. The expression that crossed Rakash's face when he realized his children were up said enough. Whatever his little ego trip was, boxing her in the kitchen, it wasn't well-thought. It was the spur of the moment. Probably driven by having a woman around after so much loneliness, and nothing more.

For some reason, that made Cordelia feel the slightest bit wretched.

[buckyhoney]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐛.𝐛

a/n: repost from library account, thank you to everyone for switching over to my primary account! means loads! xx

pairing: bucky barnes x virgin!reader

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18+ warning

warnings: 18+, language, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex

buck would be the most attentive person during your first time.

he would find out that you haven't had sex before from piecing together the fact you would always stop him by coming up with an excuse to go home or half-ass reason to go.

till one day you guys are making out on his couch and he finally comforts you about it, he is super nervous to bring it up not wanting to offend or embarrass you. "are you a virgin?" he'd just rip the bandaid off and you're freeze, heat filling your cheeks and an intense to cover your face overtakes you.

you would shake your head slowly and bucky also is frozen, but he sweetly says "okay, i just wanted to make sure that i didn't do something to make you uncomfor-" you would kiss him again.

"you are perfect, i just- i didn't know how to tell you- it's not something you can just blurt out" you shyly say.

he would make sure that your first time wasn't something forced or unplanned.

bucky would make sure that you're comfortable and feeling your best.

he would plan a whole night where you come over to his place you'd watch movies and have take out, something casual so there is no pressure- but still romantic and sweet.

you would start to make out on the couch and bucky would suggest going back to his room. you nod hesitantly from nerves. when you walk into the bedroom, it is dimly lit and there are candles surrounding the nightstands and dresser. you look up at him wanting to cry from how sweet the gesture was.

he'd began to kiss you gently, but soon it turns more eager and passionate. you feel a knot turning in your stomach and you match the passion and eagerness. bucky slides his hand underneath your shirt pausing for you okay. you nod into the kiss, feel your shirt slide up. you felt insecure about how you looked, bucky made sure that he showed you just how much he loved it- every single inch.

he removes his shirt and pants before you removed yours. not breaking the kiss, he walks you back to the mattress. he hovers over top of you and begins to kiss down your body. starting at your jaw, down your neck till he got to the tops of your panties.

he is WORSHIPING your body, kissing what feels like every inch of you, praising you up, and down

"have you touched yourself before?" he askes, you could feel his breath on your skin. you nod, "show me how you like it, darling, i need to get you nice and warmed up" he kisses your inner thighs before taking them off.

you begin to move your fingers over your flit mimicking how you'd touch yourself when alone. bucky then replaces your fingers, the initial contact made the arousal drip from your aching hole. breathy moans slip past your teeth, not wanting to be loud, but bucky loved them. "i love the pretty little sounds you make, makes me wanna cum just hearing them"

after warming you up from rubbing small circles around your clit and light kisses around your inner thigh, bucky pushes a finger inside. a whimper falls from you, just one of his fingers is bigger than your two you usually fill yourself with. bucky's pumps are slow, stretching you and feeling just how ready you are for him.

bucky's kisses get closer to your soaking center. his finger still pumping slowly. his tongue licking up the rest of your arousal. he adds another finger, you're a whimpering moan mess. the fullness of just his fingers scared you for how it will feel when he enters you.

"you taste just as sweet as imagined," he is attacking your clit and pumping into you at a faster pace, it's like you're his last meal. "so good, baby"

you feel the familiar knot in your stomach growing and bucky can feel the pulsing around his fingers, he doesn't or slow down. this sends you hurdling into your orgasm. you grip the neatly spread comforter, balling them in your firsts. your hips buck against bucky's fingers and mouth

"good girl, darling"

when you come down from your high, bucky strips the rest of his clothes. your eyes widen at the sight of his fully hardened cock. he chuckles at your reaction, he brings his lips back to yours. his hands caress your breasts, squeezing and kneading them- earning more moans from you. he's cooing at how beautiful you looked against your lips.

"ready? if you're uncomfortable in any way- please say something, darling" you nod as he spreads your legs, moving between them. he positions himself at your core. bucky pumps himself a few times before he slides the tip in between your folds. you inhale sharply, as he pushes just the tip in.

your mouth hangs open and your back arches, he holds himself for a moment allowing you to get acclimated to his size. He pushes himself half away and your eyes are rolling back.

bucky is ready to burst just on how tightly you feel around him and the fact you're still pulsing around him. your arms wrap around his torso, clawing at him to be closer.

he grunts as he completely fills you. your body feels like it's going to overheat with how much pleasure is soaring through you. "you're doing so well, honey," "you feel so good around me"

the thrusts are slow and deep, feeling all of you. your second orgasm is quickly approaching as he adds the sensation of your clit. "you did so good baby, taking all of me, im so proud of you," he moans into your ear, still kissing alongside your neck and jaw.

bucky follows quickly behind you, filling you up. you're laying on the mattress, bodies tangle together in nirvana.

you're feeling incredibly sore as the adrenaline wears off

the aftercare is IMPECCIBLE. he has everything you could possibly need. he wipes off the cum that spills from your center, cleans you off, peppers kisses all over, has snacks, water, wine, extra comfort clothes, everything you could need.

fucking hell

[sa2-astral]

Enemy meme - (reupload)

(this image above is basically what the thumbnail would be if I could post this on YouTube instead of here)

notes/description/anything else I have to say:

So, this is an animation meme I made a few months ago, about Tales of the SMP and c!Karl’s lore in general—it took me about 2 months to finish and a lot of time and effort, and I’m really proud of how it came out. This was reuploaded as I forgot to add something in during the editing process (the thing I forgot to add was the overseers and Karl during the part before XD turns around and looks at the camera)

but it was also reuploaded because I was honestly a little bit disappointed with how little attention it got—about 9 notes—in comparison to a single Butterfly Reign drawing I’d posted before it, which as of now has about 100 notes. I’m not super hungry for attention or anything like that, I’d just be more happy if the thing I put more time and effort into was more appreciated—but either way, any likes, reblogs, comments or anything you leave on this is highly appreciated. Thank you for reading!

[kiyokoxd]

« Atsushi & Akutagawa apologising after an argument with their S/O »

fandom ; bungo stray dogs

content ; hurt/comfort

includes ; headcanons, gender-neutral reader, atsushi x reader, akutagawa x reader

warnings ; arguments?, mild swearing *by me

note ; part 1 (soukoku), this is part 2 <3

tagged ; @whorefordazai , @missrown , @jessbeinme15 , @alittlesimp , @ranposlover , @the-wholesome-ranpo , @pompompurin1028 , @shadyteacup AAAA OKAY I NEED A TAGLIST

• It's really really rare for you guys to even argue

• But let's just say you both did, I guess the topic would be about his well-being – he goes to a lot of missions which end up in him getting hurt, you being his lover makes you feel concerned for him, what if in one mission it turns fatal and he doesn't come back?

• Of course, he understands what you mean but missions are important too and so he tries to defend himself by saying he's strong enough – he doesn't shout much but might be a little loud to get his point clear

• It might end up in him being slightly too loud and you flinching or you feeling like he wasn't getting your point

• You suddenly become too quiet, not being able to say another thing since you know he's stuck up on his point and won't understand

• The silence causes him to feel guilty – and like a normal person, he tries his best to comfort you and explain himself softly, he doesn't go away, he's too afraid to leave, he doesn't want to leave. He wants to be there for you.

• He comes closer to you and hugs you, you hug back, you can't reject him and you know he means it

• "I am sorry..", "Hey baby it's okay" You comfort him and gently rub circles on his back

• He won't let go for the rest of the evening or night <3

• Oh damn, this mf, worst of all, pls bear with him

• The argument will start from you just trying to gently tell him that maybe he's stressing himself too much on his work and maybe needs a break, maybe spending them/you for a while can help?

• His insecure ass takes it as a way that you are highly disappointed in him – he grew up needing to prove himself to everyone around him so you can't blame him, he will try to prove you wrong even though there's nothing wrong here and you're just trying to give an opinion

• Things get slightly aggressive but don't worry, he prefers dying over hurting you in any way

• Leaves because he knows where his temper can get extreme, way too extreme :/

• Takes way too long than others to apologise, even if he wants to, he just doesn't know how to? He never regretted once what he did in his life

• Consults with Gin and of course she explains how you might be feeling and tries to help him to come up with a proper conclusion and a nice apology

• Eventually, he will learn to apologise, it's gonna be awkward, "oh hey I-" "Uh I am sorry! You were right, I guess I deserve a break and yeah I am sorry I was mean to you I just didn't know what to say"*like really super fast* "Oh..?" "Yeah." "That's okay..!?"

• I can't blame you for being slightly confused

• To make it up to you, he will be spending the day doing whatever makes you happy <3

– ; I FINISHED THE REQS HAHAJKASD yeah ok but requests are still open lmfao but yeah I am proud

anyways! reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe and take care <3 // writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize! the reblog button is always there for you to share :)