heyyy I have some questions for Noel and Kuuya!! I just wanna hold them in the palm of my hand
What are their biggest turn ons? Like if you do this we are running to the bedroom immediately
On a scale of 1-10 how jealous are they?
What kinda music do they listen to just in general?
I love your work sm and Noel and Kuuya and my little babies. Also I love your art style! Thank you!!
careful they are squishy................
1. Noel likes submission. Kuuya likes any sign of reciprocation (so if u match his freak LOL). I did a post on their whole list of kinks here.
2. honestly? they're both at an 8.
3. Noel listens to a lot of stuff but mainly alt-rock ,garage house, and R&B. On occasion he also listens to classical music, because that's what he listened to when he was at the hospital as a child.
Kuuya listens to recordings of your voice/ breathing he secretly took. Other than that, he likes shoegaze and grunge. He used to own a guitar from his highschool days, when he was almost in a band. It's long been sold though. Also, his guilty pleasure is 80s j-pop.
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oh oh cielo !! 🥺 can i be so predictable and request a bakugou monster drabble ? akthrhejqk monster is up to you tho dear !!! kissa you 😌🦇✨️
willow!! of course you can request a lil bakugou monster drabble!! and since you gave me dealers choice on monster…..i am actually going to do….vampire!reader with bakugou…..a lil taste of blasty boy…..
i hope you enjoy!! kissa you back 😘💕
cw: blood, vampire feeding
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“I’m not scared.” Katsuki snaps at you. His shoulders are tense, though, and you can hear the irregular jump of his heart. You can see the color in his cheeks, too.
“I didn’t say you were.” You counter, quirking a brow.
“Then—just fucking—do it.”
Your smile is an amused curl; a cat that has got its angry, little canary.
“Easy, tiger.” You respond, “I’m not a barbarian. I don’t want to—“
You search for the right words, humming.
“Make a mess of you.”
Katsuki swallows hard, eyes as red as a rose, flickering up to your face.
“You’re dragging this out.” He accuses.
“I’m trying to be considerate.” You counter, stepping towards him. You step up in front of him, towering over him so that he has to tip his head up to look at you. It exposes the column of his throat. He spreads his legs a little, just fractionally, but you take that as invitation; you stand between his knees and gaze down at him.
(And really, he just thinks you’re playing with your food.)
“It’s fine,” he grunts, leaning back, “just—quit taking so long.”
You tsk, “and here I thought I’d be the impatient one. You’d think you’re the one who hasn’t eaten in days.”
“Keep wasting time and I’ll retract my agreement to this.” He snaps.
You sigh, but finally bring your knee up to settle on the couch outside of his own leg.
And just like that, you’re straddling his waist.
His hands hover, uncertain for a moment.
Oh, his poor heart.
You can hear it jump and pump and gush, quickening, tempo rising. Your mouth waters.
You touch his jaw delicately.
His hands settle tentatively on the flare of your waist.
You tip forward, eager, suddenly starving when you catch the river of a vein in his throat. Your nose nudges gently at his jaw, down to his neck. You try to control yourself. His hands squeeze uncertainly at your waist.
“Hold still for me?” You murmur.
He inhales sharply, in hot pain, when your teeth bare down on the tender line of his throat.
You groan.
His hands grasp at you, bruising, and tight. You think he can’t decide if he’s trying to get away or nearer to you.
He thrashes a little, contrary to your request, and you press harder into his shoulders. You urge him to sink back into the couch—it should only be another moment before—
His muscles, large and threatening, suddenly slacken.
His head lolls backwards a little and you catch it carefully. Cradle it like a babe.
Blood is warm and heady on your tongue.
You detach yourself only to look at his face for a moment. His eyes are dilated and hazy, heavy-lidded. Such a strong and stubborn man, such an uptight and difficult man, now soothed. Now putty in your hands.
“There,” you praise, “just lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you now.”
And this time, when you latch onto his neck, it’s his hand, broad and warm, that comes up to cradle your skull.
To hold you in place.
Your smile curves against his bloodied skin.
A cat that’s caught its canary.
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idk what this is jfkdjskdjsk hope you enjoyed will!!!
send me a monster + a character and i’ll write a drabble!
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“The open bar was—if I do say so myself—a brilliant idea,” River said as he waited for Chad to finish getting ready for bed. “No one offering to buy us rounds made the not-drinking thing much easier. Though, everyone was much better behaved than I expected. Guess that’s what happens when Sky can’t go full chaotic chair-thrower.”
“Mm. I suspect the bill may be surprisingly lower than anticipated. Even with your brother and cousin trying to outdo each other towards the end. Did you tell Ms King?”
“Elle? No.”
“Hm.”
River’s brow furrowed slightly. “...Why?”
“She offered me a glass of rosé. Alcohol-free rosé. She was very adamant it tasted like ‘the real thing’.”
“Maybe she worked it out, then. She did plan pretty much the whole thing for us, so.”
“She was also drinking it. All night.”
“Hm.” Tired eyes struggling to stay open, River’s brain took a few seconds to process as he shuffled up the bed to his pillow. “...Ohhhh.”
Chad laughed softly, lying down beside him. “Perhaps she will be more accommodating regarding you taking time off within the next, say, six to nine months?”
“Mmmm, dunno about that,” River said with a sleepy chuckle. “I’d say maybe after, but I don’t think even the whims of a screaming insomniac infant could hold back Elle.”
“Heh, no, I suppose not.”
Forcing his eyes open briefly, River could see Chad losing his battle to sleep, too. He shifted over to drape an arm over his new husband, earning him a drowsy smile. “I know it couldn’t have been everything you dreamed... last minute, and circumstances and all, but... I couldn’t be happier.”
“It was. Everything. You were there...”
With the last of his energy, River blinked one last time to see Chad asleep, and drifted off with a serene smile.
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hello!!! due to unforeseen circumstances (tea-based procrastination) the end of my essay took like double the time i thought it would… horrid :( but it's done now (yippee!!!) so i would be MORE than happy to tell you all about rodolhov (although literally none of this is gonna be novel info for you jen you live in my brain and know everything already)
okay so. as i mentioned in this post i made about them, rodolhov to me are enemies to enemies who fuck and my little one-shot of them is a sort of canon-compliant thing that i've been thinking about excessively in recent weeks....
so voldemort gives them a long-term mission of some sort wherein they have to spend a lot of time together and bc of the Tension between them (which i go into more in the post i linked above) they're basically just in one big dick-measuring contest. like they're trying to one up each other in order to win the dark lord's favour (which actually now that we mention is actually how i view quite a lot of the death eater dynamics in the first war, and i think tom probs cultivated them to be this way. but w rodolhov it's like ridiculously intensified).
both of them think that they're a thousand trillion times better than the other but in reality they're like. basically on the same level. both of them think the other isn't worthy of the dark lord's attention and spend the entire mission trying to prove it via sabotage and making the other look bad... like purposefully forgetting to tell each other about important updates or meeting points, maybe trying to kill each other a couple of times when they're in battle, that sort of thing... yk how it is
and anyway, the one-shot begins like soonish after a Big Battle in which rodolphus like. steps in front of curse that was heading directly for antonin. and they're having a big confrontation w a lot of punching each other in the face bc antonin 'doesn't need rodo's protection' and rodo is violent by nature and is enjoying the iron tang of blood in his mouth and the force of ant's fist knocking his head against the wall and then also the feeling of ant under his own fists. this is where the hot and sexy slay comes in if you couldn't tell....
i'll get a little snippet hang on, but also i should warn you that i haven't acc written anything new for this since like. december. i've just been pondering deeply and will be getting back to it when i'm less consumed by uni:
“Admit it, sweetheart,” Rodolphus moved his face closer, almost nose to nose with Dolohov now, “If I hadn’t hopped in front of it, that curse would’ve taken you out long enough for Moody to kill you”
Dolohov squeezed at his neck slightly, smiling cruelly, “Does your crazy wife know that you jumped in front of a curse for another man?”
Rodolphus punched him again, his face this time, hearing the sound of the other man’s nose crunching under his fist - maybe they were matching now, two bloody, broken noses.
this also lets me bring up antonin's Thing about bella which is so fucking funny to me, he haaates her, thinks she's fucking insane (which. yeah.) and always calls her roddy's 'crazy wife' bc he knows that it'll rile him up... it's funny to me firstly bc it's like so obviously some form of jealousy and secondly bc rodo like. agrees that bella is crazy. and he's not in love w her, doesn't even really care about her at all, but he'll always go on the attack when antonin mentions her bc of his like 'duty' to his marriage if that makes sense
like we were talking about the other day, jen, bella is doing something objectively insane and antonin is giving rodolphus a look like 'Crazy Wife!!!' but rodo's just looking back 'wdym? this is normal? watch your mouth.' while internally completely agreeing.... so silly to me
anyway also! the confrontation they're having in the snippet eventually leads to them fucking nasty <3 and then the next time they're in a battle, rodolphus pushes antonin into the trajectory of a curse that nearly kills him <3 they fuck again when he gets better <3 etc etc etc
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I am frankly baffled by the lack of canon interactions between Jason and Damian. Thank god fandom has way more of them and actually does analyze their potential for a bond, because they have so many parallel themes.
Both of them are the closest to being Bruce’s actual children, all other Robin’s and mentees are in a bit of a limbo position between sidekick, partner and child, but with Jason and Damian the parental-child relationship to Bruce has been made explicit. Both have a significant relationship towards Talia as well (even though DC canon also totally sleeps on Jason and Talia’s relationship.) They both have marginalized backgrounds, Jason coming from poverty an Damian with a chinese/arab background on Talia’s side and being raised partially with cultural ideals that Bruce, as a representation of the west, rejects and attempts to correct him on.
Both Damian and Jason have to deal with Bruce’s rejection of them and Bruce’s expectations of obedience. They are both blamed and held accountable for bad behaviour without understanding of external factors of abuse to their integrity and childhood. The victim-blaming/gaslighting they endure from the narrative should be such a strong ground for them to bond over.
While I can’t imagine either that they would get on without disagreements, they should by all means have far more understanding and sympath for each other’s position than DC will write them as.
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My SECOND ever artwork on tumblr. Wild
Day 1 is Stargazing, and what better sky to look at than 6319F3 technicolor headspace?
Doughie had A Bit of a time after ovenbreaking out of the Breaven with Biscuit. Mar shows Doughie the wonders of the technicolor sky that dough missed out on in dough [redacted] amount of years!!! Doughie’s still a bit disoriented from saturation, but Mari invites dough for a picnic. All is well in the fabricated world.
Doughie’ll get used to the sky, maybe. Maybe dough can find a new life out here, and dough doesn’t have to be relatively alone in this new world. (Doughie loses all 488 clams of dough own life savings)
Logically, Biscuit is supposed to be here but I don’t want to draw a third person in this image so Biscuit’s checking out the mural that depicts them both as gods and recontemplating bisc own life choices. Truly the most Oho TM guy ever.
Also I was Very smart and i ended up not time managementing. So I only finished like 2 drawings. If i feel like doing the rest, we’ll see.
Alt ver.
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