#and i have off eheheheheh

[shiinigamism]

GUESS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY...

[inkykeiji]

what if i just started using tumblr like myspace

[little-elenaarchive]

My girlfriend is weird. I just need you all to know.

[k-atsukibakugou]

my boss is a little vindictive sometimes when it comes to taking time off so i dropped the casual “oh my brothers being adopted this weekend so i HAVE to go 🥰” on her

[thelov3lybookworm]

As a slut for angst today “tolerate it” has been stuck on a loop and now I am imaging an angsty fic where Az just slowly begins to forget about reader and she threatens to leave but he doesn’t take her seriously and is so utterly destroyed when he comes back home and she’s gone…

Like I feel like it’s on brand with him and his duty to his job and whatnot. Plus the lyrics are so him coded “while you were out building worlds where was I” / “took this dagger in me and removed it” LIKE HELLO???

(But I also love a good happy ending so I feel like if azzy groveled hard enough… 👀)

Tolerate it.

Summary: She is fed up.

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A/n: ehehehehehe angsttttt yummy yummyyyy

Enjoy!

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Y/n laughed at Feyre's pathetic attempts at skipping the large puddle on the ground accumulated due to the rains that had Velaris freezing overnight.

Feyre failed miserably, her boots and leggings getting wet from the splash that signalled her downfall against the watery enemy of hers. But Feyre was not fazed. She simply laughed alongside Y/n, her eyes crinkling as the two of them made their way back to the river house.

It was visible already now, Y/n could even make out the grains in the wood of the door as it opened, and her brother in laws, along with her mate, spilled out.

Y/n could see from the corner of her eyes as her sister lit up at seeing her mate, her husband and the father of her child. The moment his eyes met her, she took off, her arms spread as she ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck. Rhysand did not hold back either, clutching Feyre to her chest with as much enthusiasm as she held him.

It made Y/n smile.

Y/n then glanced behind the embracing couple to her mate, the overwhelming urge to hug him too and to claim him in front of anyone watching making her start walking towards him without even realising.

Which was reckless, as the moment he realised she was walking towards him to hug him? He took a step back.

Y/n knew that he hated being affectionate in front of others, but this was cruel.

So to not get embarrassed by his rejection, Y/n turned swiftly towards Cassian, her other brother in law, who stood not too far from where Azriel did, and hugged him instead.

Cassian, Mother bless his heart, did not even question it.

He wrapped his arms around Y/n and literally lifted her off the ground, cackling when Y/n's fist made contact with his shoulder over and over again as she demanded to be put down.

Y/n had to stop herself from thinking back to that day. She did not want to relive the pain she had felt, the sadness and anger.

Y/n watched his eyes fluttering, wondering if he was dreaming. Wondering who he was dreaming about.

It definitely was not her, that was for sure.

Y/n, feeing a little sadness taking root in her heart, returned to the portrait in her hands, questioning if it would even be worth it finishing it up when he sure as hell wouldn't even acknowledge it. Or her.

Y/n glanced at the paint supplies she had placed on the coffee table next to her, having wanted to capture a moment of him letting his guard down, of him being vulnerable using her best paints, knowing he would not care.

She guessed living for as long as he had, life and the small things didn't matter as much anymore. Maybe that was why he loved to go on the missions Rhysand, Y/n's brother in law, gave him.

It probably gave him the thrill nothing else did anymore.

With Y/n's sister just having given birth to the starlight of the court, Rhys had become more and more protective, sending his brothers and anyone and everyone at his disposal to check and report about every trivial thing that made his primal mate and father side get protective.

Slowly, Y/n reached for the brush that rested in the cup half filled with coloured water, deciding to finish the half done portrait. If he did not care... she did not now what she would do then, but she did know she was tired of being tolerated by him.

But what could she even do? It was not like she could just up and leave.

Y/n blinked.

Or... could she?

Y/n shook her head, as if to dislodge the though, and with a sigh, she let herself get lost in the soft skill of painting her sister had taught her long ago, when staying up and huddling under worn blankets was the only thing bringing any warmth.

Trying not to think about the fact that the last time she remembered him caring for her, genuinely caring for her, was only when the two had been in their early stages of relation ship and the mating bond was a very new experience to a newly made fae Y/n, she continued using the soft and strong, long and short strokes to finish up her latest masterpiece.

Of course, Y/n never would call herself a creator of masterpieces, but any and all art that included her perfect mate was destined to be a masterpiece.

Time lost its meaning, and all that mattered was capturing the perfect angle for his eyes, nose, lips, shoulder.

Nothing existed but Y/n, her art, and her muse.

Nothing existed but the soft rise and fall of his back as he lay sprawled on his stomach, the effortless way his wings draped across the whole bed, taking up space three wingless fae could have slept in.

Where Y/n would have slept in, on days when everything had been filled with stars and dreams, wrapped under his warm wing like it were a living blanket.

When he pretended he was nothing, absolutely nothing but her mate. Her husband. Not a spymaster, not a shadowsinger, not a brother. Just her mate, her lover.

Those days were far gone now.

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Despite the fact that she knew he would most definitely not care, Y/n was excited.

And that was downplaying what she felt.

The wait was killing her, the amount of adrenaline in her bloodstream making her want to jump around to get rid of the energy that made her shiver, her limbs going cold and warm at the same time. She had to push her fists together and shove them between her thighs to keep them from shaking, which did not help at all.

So Y/n waited, her body clenched in anticipation as she stared at the doorway that led into the living room, a big grin on her face.

She glanced once at the sketchpad in front of her on the table, admiring her artwork for a moment.

She never liked whatever she made, always feeling like it lacked something. So for her to be excited to show off her art to her mate was a huge indication to how much she loved the portrait.

The familiar scuff of worn boots drew Y/n's attention, and she shot to her feet, pressing her fists to the back of her thighs.

It had become a habit of Azriel's, to purposefully make some noise before he stepped in view so as not to startle her with his appearance.

The action melted Y/n's heart every single time.

He stepped into view, as ethereal as the day Y/n had first seen him as a human, just as beautiful as he had looked that day as he tried to get comfortable on the small chair in the manor on the other side of the wall, just as loveable as that day when she had ended up losing her heart to the low born fae that should have intimated her.

He was fumbling with his armor, making sure it was all secured properly before he left for whatever mission Rhys assigned him for that day.

He glanced up just as he walked past Y/n to the kitchen counter, a small smile gracing his face before his attention was again diverted.

Y/n tried not to deflate at his lack of enthusiasm.

"Good morning love. Look-"

"Good morning Y/n." He cut her off, his voice void of emotions, as if he was tired of saying the same thing every morning and wanted to get it over with. He didn't even glance at Y/n as he said it, and Y/n pretended not to notice that he used her name instead of whatever endearing name he would have picked before.

"I will be on a scouting trip to Illyria, and after I have a meeting and dinner scheduled with Rhys and Cass, so I will be late coming home. Don't wait up."

Y/n's smile faded. "Don't wait up or stay out of my way?"

Azriel froze. "What?"

Y/n released a humourless laugh. "Nothing. Go have fun."

Azriel turned, giving her a hard look. "You know I would rather stay at home with you."

Doubtful.

Y/n so badly wanted to say it to his face, but she did not want to fight with him so early in the morning, so she sighed, smiled and nodded.

He started walking towards the door, and despite her anger, Y/n walked forward to kiss his cheek.

She did not miss how he recoiled.

Y/n masked the hurt before he could see it, and he gave her an awkward smile before he maneuvered to walk around her, careful not to brush against her.

Y/n watched him walk away, staring hard at the door even long after he'd left.

She then glanced at the portrait she had abandoned on the table, and, her heart hardening, turned away.

She was tired of having her love be tolerated, and she would not have it be that way anymore.

Either he accept her love the way it was, loud and clear, or he go find someone else.

And so, she turned, walked up the stairs to the bedchambers she shared with Azriel, and began to turn it back into just his bedchambers.

She would no longer be tolerated only because some godly entity thought she and him would make great, powerful kids and tied them together with a string.

She deserved to be cherished.

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Part 2

Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392 @kennedy-brooke @tele86 @miluiel1 @hnyclover @minnieoo @sidrapotter @piceous21 @mybestfriendmademe @saltedcoffeescotch @eve175

Azriel Taglist: @darthdumbasss @foreverrandomwritings @azrielsmate3 @celestialend

[mystellenia]

first kiss with abby ୨ৎ

summary: after the romantic tension between you and abby reaches a peak, you two finally share a sweet kiss.

content: answer to this req and part two to this!! fluffyfluffyfluffy! ehehehehehe. i love fluff i love writing fluff. nothing nsfw. just lowk domesticity with abby and then super cutesy pie origami stuff and then a kiss 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 ok toodles enjoy

notes: three weeks of no post i’m sorry my children. i am back!!! classes just finished and now i have summer break so i just had to soak in my freedom from my fuckass med teacher. he can choke fr 💯

(wc 1.6k)

a series of vibrations from your phone rudely pulls you out of your sleep and you swipe your hand across the bed to silence the notifications. you find your phone connected to abby's charger on her vacant side of the bed, the sheets cold without the warmth from her skin to heat them up. she always ran hot—especially during the night—which usually resulted in her yelping at your cold feet pressed to her thighs and trying to absorb her warmth in the hours of the night. 

you raise your phone to your face and are met with four notifications from abby on your home screen. 

abby :p otw back with our loot  

abby :p two berry pastries for the missus and one cream cheese puff pastry for me 

abby :p and nadia gave us two chocolate croissants bc we're super cool 

swiping to unlock your phone, you head to messages and reply to her. 

you YAY thanks you're the best 

you we gotta get nadia a gift card or somethin

you or a bottle of liquor 

you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth with your toothbrush abby got for you for her apartment since you slept over so often. while you load your brush with toothpaste, your phone lights up with a notice from messages: "abby :p loved 'or a bottle of liquor.' " sticking the toothbrush in your mouth, you smile around the minty foam and continue freshening up before abby returns. 

around ten minutes later, you hear the jingle of her keys at the front door and practically skip to the living room to retrieve your pastries. 

abby unlocks the door and pushes it open, a brown bag with a cafe logo printed on it in one hand and a drink carrier with two coffee cups hanging from her ring and pinky fingers in her other. with her few remaining fingers grasping onto her car keys to not drop them, she nudges the door back shut with her hip and locks it. 

her blonde head donns a blue and white trucker hat, the brim of it blocking her from seeing you standing and sheepishly smiling a few strides away. she calls out to you to signal her return. 

"hey, i'm back! and i come bearing gifts. i got-" it's then that abby takes her hat off and notices you inching ever closer. "oh, hi. i got you herbal tea. there weirdly was a lot of traffic today, even though it's, like, seven." 

she continues on as she unpacks everything that she got for you. "then again, i guess kids have school. man, i hated that about high school—waking up early and getting to class on tim- you know what? you're not listening anyway with your food right in front of you," she chuckles. "go on. release! free!" she pokes, using command words for a dog. 

you kiss your teeth and scowl at her, mumbling a "whatever" before tearing into the paper bag. you're met with your two fruit pastries first, then you spot the chocolate croissants abby mentioned under them. 

the two of you stand and eat in comfortable silence in the kitchen, you sipping on your tea and abby picking at her puff pastry. when you finish, you clean both of your spots and abby throws away the paper bag and pastry wrappers, washing her hands after.

after breakfast, you guys ping pong around her apartment, moving from her bed to the couch to the floor and then back to her bed again, all just to talk or scroll on your phones.

hours pass, and after a brief joint nap in her bedroom, you guys now sat on the floor of her living room, light filtering in from her large windows and warming your skin. the floor was littered in origami squares of all different sizes and colors, the origami book abby had gotten for you split open between you two. 

there was a village of origami figures surrounding you, from hearts to frogs to ladybugs to cranes. the book was flipped to a particularly challenging page of an elephant, and you looked over at abby in confusion. 

she was just as confused as you, if not more. her hair was tied in a messy golden knot at the nape of her neck, loose strands crazy and framing her face. her brows were pulled tight on her face, her eyes bewildered and looking at the same piece of paper in her hands as if she'd never seen it before. 

"what step are you on?" she asks, looking at the square in front of you that you were working on. 

"twelve. out of..." you flip the page twice. "god. thirty." you sit up straight to stretch your back out. "i get it, though. kinda." 

"what? show me. i’m on, like, seven. i swear they skipped a step. or forgot to add a picture. just something is wrong." 

you scoot over to sit next to her, pulling your leg to your body and propping your cheek on it. abby places her piece in front of you puts her hands in her crossed lap, her eyes wide and waiting for you to make sense of her issue. 

"okay, let's see." you pull the book closer to you to confirm the step she's on. "step seven is... rotating and folding the back of the elephant." 

"which i did," abby verifies. 

you rotate the piece and immediately find her mistake. "which you did not." 

"what?! where?" 

"here." you trace your finger along the missing crease. "you see how on mine, this part is creased and pointed? like a peak?" 

"uh-huh..." 

"and yours doesn't do that." 

she simply hums, so you look over at her to confirm that she's listening. her eyes are unfocused and locked on your face. they flit between your own and then drop to your lips for a second. the single second feels quite long, though, when she looks so deeply at you in the way that she does, or when her baby hairs draw attention to her blonde lashes, long and very slightly curled around her sapphire eyes. 

she seems to snap out it—whatever it was—and she deeply inhales, licking her lips and refocusing on the task at hand. 

"can you repeat that?" she asks. "sorry, i... i zoned out." 

it was your turn, now, to lose focus and examine her. you stare at her lips, rosy and still glossy from her just licking them. you stare at the corners of them and the ever so slight frown her mouth always pulls into when she's focused. you stare at the little creases in them, the dozens of lines that- 

"are you looking at my lips?" she questions, interrogative and almost paranoid. 

"oh, um, sorry. i was-" 

"why were you looking at them?" she interrupts again, her eyes wild and demanding an answer from you. 

"because, i- well, you just licked them, so- i don't know. because." you swallow, mumbling, "what, can i not look at them or something?" 

her stone stare softens after noticing your flustered state, and the two of you exchange a long and quiet look. 

abby held her breath nearly the entire time. she didn't want to assume anything or read the situation wrong, but your eyes were dilated. they were dilated from looking at her, and just from that. 

as if it were out of your control—like you were magnets—you started moving closer to her. abby could not seem to remember how to control a single muscle in her body, so she just sat and watched you move closer as her cheeks grew pinker and pinker. 

you stop right in front of her face, the tips of your noses kissing and your breaths shared. after a few seconds, you realized abby wouldn't initiate anything, so you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, short and sweet. when you pulled away, abby's eyes remained closed for a few seconds before they slowly fluttered open. 

"you just kissed me," abby whispers in disbelief, pointing out the obvious. 

"i just kissed you," you echo back. 

it's abby who leans in for the second kiss, thick and intense with emotion, her hand sliding up your arm. her hand reaches the back of your neck, and she pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. 

you press your forehead to hers and stop kissing her, an infectious smile taking up your features instead. 

"are you.. are you seriously smiling right now?" abby gasps theatrically with mock offense. 

your smile breaks out into giggles and you press your face into her cheek to hide. 

"wow, i cannot believe this. you are laughing at our kiss!" she teases. 

"stop, no i’m not!" you plead, still laughing. 

"whatever you say." she grabs your chin between her fingers and pulls your face back to look at you. peppering kisses on your cheeks, she relents on her taunting.  

"are you gonna show me what i did wrong, or what?" she says, referring to the initial topic of her paper elephant. 

you smile back at her. "yeah, i will." 

"okay." she presses one last kiss to your temple and then waits for your instruction. 

"i was saying, there's supposed to be a crease here, on what'll be the back of the elephant." 

abby nods and hums like she's listening, but really, she smiles at your profile as you continue to speak. 

@abbysbug @abbyonmars @abigails-gf @picklesarenice69

heheheh all done!!!! this was so cute to write especially the end like i was talking to @abbyonmars while i wrote the end and we were fangirling over typed words and pixels. but what else is tumblr dot com for if not to fangirl!!!!

[spermeboy]

pairings: james mcavoy x male reader

request: i would love a james mcavoy smut of him being reader’s hot dilf neighbor 😀 reader always peeking at james while he’s doing smth in front of his house shirtless and reader thinks james doesn’t know but he actually does eheheheheh (don’t have to but it’ll be nice if there’s a part 2 featuring michael fassbender ?🤭)

warning: SMUT, peeping tom, masterbation.

You admire him from your window, the way he mows his lawn, and the sun glistened against his sweaty body, or how he works out in the shortest little work out shorts which perfectly hug his bulge and juicy ass but that isn't what you are focused on. He only moved in a couple months ago and he's the perfect neighbour until it's nighttime and I can hear faint slaps from his open bedroom window.

Over the next couple of days, James has been building a new bookshelf for his house, and he sure is taking his time. Not that you're complaining, but he's constantly shirtless when he's doing it and is without fail perfectly in your eyeline. You admire the way the sun bounces off his perfectly chiseled abs and your mouth gapes open as you watch as each arm muscle contorts as he screws the shelf together.

Your gently palm against your clothed cock as you watch him manually build his bookshelf, you waste no time and pull out your rock-hard cock. You slowly wrap your hand around your cock and you softly jerk it off back and forth, your eyes glued towards the sweaty man. "Fuck" you whimper out, wanting the man to just come up before you and take you. You wanted him to destroy your boy-pussy.

James comes to a stop and sits down, resting against the grass, he gently pulls out his cock and begins jerking it. Your eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you watch your sexy dilf of a neighbour begin jerking his cock off. You quicken the pace as you jerk your cock off, not wanting to waste any moment of his vulnerability as he masterbates.

James other hand gently slides up to his pecs as he slowly pinches and twists them to give himself the ultimate pleasure. "fuck!" He groans out as he jerks his cock harder, you admire his balls slapping against his taint from afar. Your pre-cum leaks all over the floor as you yourself faster and faster.

James eyes close shut as he nearers his release. His hand thrusts up and down against his cock, his load spurts out of his cock and almost at the exact moment you shoot your load against your wall, you rest your hand against the window breathing heavily when you hear you phone ping.

You stumble over to your phone and see you have a notification from your messages. You open up the message, and your eyes widen in shock, but a sultry smirk appears on your lips. A picture of James' abs with the caption "come over and service me instead of watching from the window" my body quivers as I read the message from him.

taglist - @starboye @mailmango @ghostking4m @kingchaospostsstuff

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Of course we like that one, the mental image of FL holding lil melusine creator in one hand while the others climb on him like he's an abyssal jungle gym is free serotonin

eheheheheh excellent, that's precisely the vibe i was going for >:D

Foul Legacy is perfectly content to spend the rest of his days in Merusea Village, protecting his most incredible Creator and surrounded by little sea slug friends. the care you've received from your siblings, the new views of the world, of being treated as someone who deserves happiness, have all helped your mental and physical state immensely, bringing back the spark to your star-speckled eyes. with your help, Legacy quickly learns his way around the caverns, the other Melusine pitching in to expand your seashell house for him to stay in. since he knows your "true identity" you can confess in him whenever you have nightmares, showing him the shimmering markings where you were cut or stabbed, or the faintest one of all, right in the center of your throat. Legacy growls deeply, tugging you close and allowing you to bury your mitten-ish hands in his soft fluff, gently poking the tip of your nose with his claws

your absolute favorite place to be is on Foul Legacy's shoulder, his hand holding you steady as you lean against his head. now you're the tallest Melusine ever! speaking of which, there's constant joking that Legacy is just a really big, armored Melusine- look, he even has two horns and a pair of glittery wings! your own little wings are more angelic, and you can't fly with them, but you can both wiggle your wings in excitement. your more adventurous siblings have taken to attempting to scale Foul Legacy's tall body, dangling off his outstretched arms as you help pull them up- with both of his arms out to the sides, Foul Legacy can carry no less than six Melusine!

you never stop being odd, and Legacy's appearance and care for you just accentuates that, but to the Melusine, you're their odd, kind, wonderful sibling, with an equally strange but sweet Abyssal friend

[verycoolusername1]

My Honey Bee

Summary: In which you were a dream came true in the eyes of Luke Hughes.

Luke Hughes x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: mentions of underage drinking(not reader and luke), terrible flirting(I'm very single, cut me some slack)

A/N: Ehehehehehe Espresso just be stuck in my head whenever I listen to it, so enjoy this(and a massive ego boost that I did not plan for) :)

If you catch my shadow and bone reference, I love you tons.

Luke has been at the bar for two hours now, or at least Luke thinks he has. He's been glancing at you since the team got there, celebrating their win. When he saw you walk through the doors, he swore his heart stopped with his breath caught in his throat.

The team were immerse in their conversation till Dougie noticed Luke staring off into the distance.

"Looks like someone caught Lukey boy's attention." He whispered to the others.

"Hey, Lukey boy! You good?" Jack nudged his shoulder.

Luke pulled his eyes away from you and looked back at his team, who were all staring at him.

"Hm yeah yeah I'm fine." Luke muttered. "Fine."

"I don't think so." Nico pointed out.

"Yeah, you've been eyeing this stranger all night. Just go and talk to them." Jack urged.

Luke's eyes widened as he looked at his brother then the rest of their team all nodding their head.

"What? Are you insane?" Luke exclaimed. "I couldn't, no!"

"You need to have more faith in yourself. Just go to them and be yourself." Nico encouraged.

"Easy for you to say." Luke rolls his eyes.

"That's because it is easy." Jack chuckled.

Luke sighed as he looked back to where he last saw you, and when you weren't there, he swore he was dying. That was until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Luke turned around, and his breath got stuck in his throat. It was you, you was standing right in front of him. You looked pretty, beautiful, gorgeous even. There wasn't a single word Luke could use to describe you. You were just all of them combined.

"Hi," you said warmly, Luke swore he was melting.

He sat there staring into your eyes, hearing the snickers of some of his team before he realized he needed to reply.

"H-Hi," Luke stammered, clearing his throat.

You chuckled at his awkwardness before offering your hand.

"Want a drink?" You gestured to the bar where you had been sitting prior.

"I would love to!" He replied rather quickly. "I just- uh can't drink yet."

"I figured." You slowly started to smile. "I was just gonna get us some water."

Luke's face flushed in embarrassment. "Right then uh yeah let's go."

Luke shakily took your hand, and you led the two of you to the bar where you sat next to each other.

You ordered two glasses of water before a silence was laid upon you two.

Luke spoke up. "I'm sorry."

You turned your head to him in confusion, and he noticed that and continued.

"For tonight." He clarifies. "I've been watching you all night, I just couldn't help myself. You were just so captivating- wait no that sounds creepy. I swear I'm not a stalker-"

You had started to laugh. He knew instantly he wanted to bottle up the sound and keep it with him wherever he went. One question came to mind, Why were you laughing?

"What-what's so funny? I'm apologizing for being weird and you're laughing." Luke looked at you in surprise.

"Sorry, sorry it's just-" You calmed down. "I know you have been. It was endearing."

"Wait so you aren't creeped out?" Luke asked.

"Why do you think I went to you and not any of your friends?" You sipped on your drink.

Luke stayed silent, studying your question.

"You're- You're into me?" He spoke in a low whisper.

"What would you do if I was?" You replied in the same tone.

"I would ask for your number and most definitely your name." Luke chuckled. "I'm Luke."

"Y/N." You took Luke's phone and typed your number in and sent a text.

"That's a nice name." Luke said before realizing he said that aloud. "Sorry! I thought I said that in my head. Gosh why am I so stupid-"

You kissed him on his cheek, caughting him off guard. Your lips felt soft against his face, he loved the feeling. He loved your touch. He wanted more- He craved it.

[nifreti-ii]

Tenten… please tell me that’s just a prop…

WOOOO YAAAA DAKLJWHDAL:KWJDH WHAT CAN I SAY I LOVE THESE TO BEANS

I really love keith and tenebris and god do they occupy my thought often :) My brain has been… off and this took alot longer BUT DAMN was the wait worth it.

I honestly have been wanting to attempt to draw this scene from the vn in my style from the moment that I saw it, but I never thought I was good enough to try. Finally said fuck it and did it :,) didnt help that i added the Uh oh face ten makes when he sees us and had to go and mess around with the shadows (so many layers…)

Kinda of took this as practice for my VN cause I do plan to add face-change versions of the cgs (will I shade them… maybe… I do really hate myself so I might… and yes shameless self plugin @our0nlylove-vn)

I SAY THIS NOW, I am on a HIGH the fucking feeling of doing an awesome drawing is the best eheheheheh. And again, I LOVE THEM OMG AAAAAAAA OOMFIES dont worry my sweet night, Im just gonna pretend it’s fake and give you lil kisses. Fuck man I love them so muuuuuuch UGH. Im really tired now -dies- (side not- while putting the tags, I automatically got duality game LMAO)

Check out my Masterlist for my art and (limited) writing! >:D

[startswith0]

Okay I'm highlighting Shinran post-confession in London. Gotta appreciate that they're both teenagers in love and feels a little, a lot, awkward after said confession

Me, and my shoujo manga heart : ehehehehehe Hhahahaha YAASSSSSSSS YAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS

Ran spacing out because what the heck happened? Wh a t...

Then there's Shinichi who's feeling kinda embarrassed at his own outburst confession. And then they're both too embarrassed to see each other!

Until there's a point where Shinichi gotta go see Kogoro and Ran himself anyway because they can't solve the code via phone calls like that because Shinichi being Shinichi, his detecting mode always usually in the end trumps his other emotions

But Aoyama-sensei chickened out and said we can't have romance budding too fast in this 700 odd chapters manga yet, so we'll have Conan back instead

Ran xD did she sleep at all the night before after the confession lol

Embarrassed Shinichi :3

He even asked Prof Agasa to answer Ran's call lmao these cutiessssss. Shinichi full on blushing the entire time whenever he's thinking of Ran ehe

Ran standing there blushing and her dad is Annoyed xD

Then Ran gotta prepare her heart to see Shinichi in person x3

Well gotta insert the confession scene ofc

Ran : Shinichi baka!!

Shinichi : idk what you're talking about i LIKE YOU SO MUCH.

Ran and Shinichi : *cue all the blushes*

How... Did Ran managed to get back to the hotel afterwards? In a daze? Did Shinichi walk her back? What was the conversation after that? Aaaaahhhhhhh THEMMMMM 💙💙🌸🌸

Side note : after a short cursory research, I couldn't find the raws to the confession scene so I'm not sure if Shinichi said the word suki (romantically liking someone) like they usually do when confessing, I'm guessing the sentence is something in that manner, so I'm going off of my knowledge of other mangas and little japanese i know lol

[intheticklecloset]

Play With Me (Blue Lock)

Summary: Bachira wants Isagi to tickle him. Isagi happily obliges...then gets some tickles of his own as a reward!

A/N: I love these two so much oh my goooooosh. THEY ARE PRECIOUS. I love their playfulness with each other and open affection for one another and just - all of it! BachIsagi has my whole heart! 🥰🥰🥰

Word Count: 1388

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A pair of golden eyes popped into Isagi’s vision, and he smiled.

“Hey,” he said, untucking his hands from behind his head, expecting Bachira to lean down and kiss him, or at the very least settle in for a good cuddle session.

“Hey,” Bachira replied, then promptly turned around and flopped backward so he was lying as dead weight on top of his boyfriend.

Isagi felt the air woosh out of him and he coughed in surprise, groaning, “Bachira! You’re heavy; get off!”

“Make me,” Bachira replied.

Isagi smirked. Ah, so he wanted to play, did he? He obliged, digging his fingers into the smaller boy’s ribs, dancing up and down lightly, teasingly. Bachira giggled but barely even twitched, not yet bothered enough to actually squirm.

Well, that was going to change.

Isagi wrapped his arms around him in a hug, digging into his sides even harder, grinning as Bachira cackled above him, hands lightly grasping his arms but not pushing away yet.

“Like this?” Isagi teased into his ear, and Bachira nodded.

For a moment the taller boy scribbled playfully along his sides and ribs, eventually slipping around to his tummy, which made his boyfriend squeal happily and grasp his arms a little harder – the first sign he was starting to break.

Then he pulled out the big guns.

Still keeping one arm wrapped around his waist, Isagi slipped his opposite hand between them to scribble at his back.

“Ah! Ehehehehehehe – Isagi!” Bachira shrieked, giggles finally morphing into laughter as he began to squirm. “Nohohohohoho!”

“Oh, yes. I think you want me to tickle you riiiiight here,” Isagi teased, finding that death spot between his boyfriend’s shoulder blades.

Bachira nearly screamed, arching out of Isagi’s grip so hard he was able to break free, but not hard enough to fully dislodge the other boy. Soon they had rolled over, with Isagi sitting on top of Bachira and the shorter of the two face-down on the bedroll.

Isagi braced Bachira’s hips with his knees, sat on his waist, and clawed at his back freely like a cat with a scratching post.

“AH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA ISAGHIHIHIHIHI!!” Bachira cried, laughing loudly into the bedroll, gripping the blankets in his fists to have something to ground himself on.

Isagi chuckled. “Yes, bumblebee?”

“TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“Are you telling me, or asking for more?”

Bachira’s ears turned pink as he laughed, trying and failing to buck Isagi off of him. “MY BAHAHAHAHAHACK!!”

“What about it?” Isagi asked, grinning like a goon. He always loved making Bachira lose his grip like this; the best part was, his boyfriend had asked him to help him let go. It was a level of trust he loved and wanted to be worthy of.

Bachira tapped his palm against the bedroll. “GEHEHEHEHENTLE!!”

Isagi instantly abandoned Bachira’s shoulder blades and lightened his touch, pinching and scribbling at his sides close to his hips instead. He knew the code word well enough by now – don’t stop, but don’t tickle his worst spot, either.

“Ticklish little bumblebee,” he teased softly, enjoying the light, airy giggles he was receiving for his efforts now. Bachira looked so content and relaxed; it was hard to remember to keep going when all Isagi wanted to do was kiss him. “Giggle for me, little bug.”

Bachira snickered quietly, not even moving a muscle to stop him for a minute or so until Isagi started climbing back up to his topmost ribs and underarms.

“Ehehehehehe! Isagi…” he whined, clamping his arms down protectively.

Isagi tickled just beneath the opening to his armpits, leaning down to speak directly in Bachira’s ear. “Let me in, little one~”

“Nohohohohohoooo,” Bachira protested weakly but eventually lifted his arms enough for Isagi to get what he wanted. Then he was laughing again, kicking his legs behind him. “Ahahahahaha, Isagi, plehehehehehease!”

“Please what? You asked for this,” Isagi chuckled. “You can get out any time. You know that.”

Bachira blushed and tried to hide his face, but it was hard when he was forced to look to one side or the other for the sake of breathing. Finally, however, after another minute Isagi dared to dig his thumbs into the smaller boy’s back again while still drilling into his armpits, and finally the dribbler squealed and cried, “OKAHAHAHAY, ENOHOHOHOUGH!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Isagi let up but didn’t let go, leaning down to pepper Bachira’s cheeks with kisses, making him giggle in an entirely different way. “You’re cute, bumblebee.”

“Nohohohoho, you!” Bachira shot back.

Isagi ruffled his hair lovingly and finally climbed off of him.

He really should have realized what doing that would mean.

Bachira had him pinned on his back so fast Isagi got whiplash from the sheer speed of the maneuver, looking up at his boyfriend’s gleaming golden eyes with a shiver. “Wait, no—”

“Your turn~” Bachira giggled, giving him two seconds in which to protest if he didn’t want reciprocation. When the time was up, the smaller boy grabbed onto Isagi’s sides and squeezed playfully.

Isagi’s hands flew down immediately – he didn’t have the same self-control his partner did – and gripped Bachira’s arms as he squealed with mirth, trying to roll over but unable to go too far thanks to Bachira’s knees on other side of him.

“I just love hearing you laugh,” his boyfriend teased, grinning. “Tickle, tickle, Isagi~”

“Plehehehehehease! N-No fahahahahahair!” Isagi whined, bucking his hips when Bachira started pinching them.

“You can get out at any time~ Why don’t you say something if you want me to let you go?”

Isagi’s responding blush and more frantic giggling was the only response he got.

“Just what I thought. You wanted me to play with you! I saw it in your eyes when I came over here.” Bachira beamed down at him, suddenly darting up to drill into his bottom ribs. “Now it’s my turn to make you laugh!”

“BAHAHAHAHAHACHIRA!!” Isagi shrieked, bucking and squirming harder than before as his worst spot was assaulted mercilessly. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE—”

Then Bachira did something completely unexpected. He grabbed onto both wrists and shoved them above Isagi’s head, looming over him and pinning him down with a strength that was surprising to the taller boy. He tried to wriggle free, but it was pointless.

“H-How…?” he stammered, blushing under Bachira’s intense smirk.

“You like it? It makes it so much easier to tickle your ribs this way~”

And with that, the dribbler went right back to tickling his worst spot – this time without the protection of his arms or even the ability to squirm as much as before.

Isagi’s eyes went wide as he burst into laughter. “GAHAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHACHIRA!! WHAHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHELL?!”

Bachira giggled along with him. “The Monster told me you’d like it more if I pinned you down! Looks like he was right~”

“THE MOHOHOHOHONSTER CAN KIHIHIHHISS MY – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Now, now, Isagi. The Monster is only trying to help!” Bachira switched to vibrating his fingers into Isagi’s bottom ribs, making his boyfriend completely lose his mind laughing. The sight made the smaller boy smile, even if he was struggling to keep him in place by now.

“HEHEHEHEHEHELP WHOHOHOHO?!” Isagi cried, arching his back helplessly as his boyfriend continued to assault his worst spot with deadly precision. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”

Bachira hummed. “You sure? You haven’t said the magic word yet!”

Isagi’s cheeks were red hot, but he managed to cackle out, “GEHEHEHEHEHEHENTLE!!” and finally gain some ticklish relief as his partner released his wrists from his grip and moved back to his sides, scribbling lightly. Isagi took a minute to catch his breath between giggles and muttered, “Y-Yohohohohou’re a mohohohohohonster in your own rihihihihight, buhuhuhumblebee.”

Bachira’s eyes lit up, and at first the taller boy thought it was because of the compliment, but then: “Call me that again.”

“W-Whahahat? A mohohohohonster?”

“No! The other thing.”

“Buhuhuhuhumblebee?”

Bachira finally slowed his tickling to a complete stop, leaning down to hover over Isagi’s face with his own. “I like hearing you say that when you’re giggling. It’s…” He struggled to find the right word, then shrugged and gave up, kissing his boyfriend with everything he had.

Isagi hummed, gripping his waist to pull him down even further, running his fingers through his hair. “Bumblebee…”

“Yoichi,” Bachira murmured in return, then kissed him again. “Thanks for always playing with me.”

Isagi smiled and brushed his cheek. “Always.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sorry for the spam, I love eyelss jack 👺👺👺

How would he react to cute aggression? Let's say his s/o gets it often, and they just like violently pinch his cheeks or bite him or, like, violently pat him while being like, "I LOVE AND ADORE YOU👹👹👺👺👺"

Eyeless Jack x reader who has cuteness aggression!

no need to apologize for the spam! requests have been kind of slow lately and tbh youre requests got my brain juices flowing and theyre very yummu eheheheheh hope you enjoy this anon!!

oh he would be so confused about it, bro literally hates himself and constantly wonders what you see in him. so if youre out here constantly gushing and praising over him hes going to have several questions

with that aside i think he might have an aversion to touch (mix of him just being more... to himself... and because of his whole demon deal) but i think overtime he would warm up to the idea of you touching him... though you're going to have to restrain yourself in the beginning until he grows more comfortable with being touched, you know?

kind of just watches you while you make the grabby scrunchy hands at him, resisting the urge to grab at his face and squish his cheeks... or play with his pointed ears... or playing with his hair... or poking and messing with his fangs...

if this is the first time you display your cuteness aggression to him he does that one face. the rock on, with the raised eyebrow/hj

literally he could be doing the most mundane thing, like cleaning up your place and boom, there you are just barely containing yourself off to the side

he finally gets comfortable enough to come and cuddle you and you have to fight your DEMONS in order to not make him uncomfortable by jumping on him

if you do decide to pounce on him before hes used to you his reaction depends on how hes currently doing since a lot of his mannerisms are based on how hungry this man is. comes with the demon curse

at best hes just going to be a little startled and scold you, at worst hes going to push you off real hard

though reaction aside its best not to do that regardless, especially if hes communicated that hes not ready for that sort of thing

hmmm

though, i do think if he notices youve been having a hard time he would put his own discomforts aside briefly and let you do your thing, usually keeps it at petting and playing with his hair though

you think his ears flick when you hover your finger next to them (without actually touching them)? because i certainly do

[phantombanquet]

Main Story: Diasomnia Book Chapter 8 Episode 7-117: Preparation for Departure! (Translation)

Episode 7-117

⚠️ Major Diasomnia spoilers! Proceed with caution.

translation by: phantombanquet

Idia: MALLEUS-SHI, HUH~~~~! 

THIS GRUDGE… SHOULD I LEAVE IT UNSETTLED~~!! ¹

If that happens, that pretentious inexpressive² guy, who usually keeps up his strong chara moves up in his sleeves…..

I can't help but feel sorry for myself if I don't see his pathetic figure sobbing with a runny nose and begging for forgiveness!

Now, what should I do…… Heh… Ehehehehehe!

Ortho: W-What a malicious scheming face…

This… May have angered someone who shouldn't be angered~

Idia: Heheh…… I'll show you. The ultimate power of a lone wolf³ trained in the gloomy “underworld.”

Just you wait, Malleus Draconia……

I'LL GET REVENGE BY SEIZING YOUR SPECIAL WEAKNESS!!!

Ortho: ……That's all.

From the magical disaster caused by Malleus Draconia until the awakening of Idia Shroud. This concludes the progress report.

Grim: Oohh~~! While we were fightin’ over in Lilia's dream, that's what happened to you guys.

Silver: I see. So Idia-senpai and Ortho are outside of the magical realm. It means that there is support coming from the real world. 

Idia: Y-Yeah, t-that sort of thing…… Well, for now, we'll be playing a dummy video on the surveillance camera for a short while……

I can only do this much.

Sebek: So, even if you have woken up, Malleus-sama will fail to notice and the “darkness” will not attack you.

Ortho: Yes.. And like I said earlier, Malleus-san is currently……

Focused on putting Lilia Vanrouge-san to sleep. 

So, I expect that he has not traced down the whereabouts of Silver-san and the others.

Sebek: Hm. I honestly want to praise your skills, but it is quite complicated when you are outsmarting Malleus-sama……

Idia: Well, that other guy is a battleship-like⁴ cheater so… We're still far off from completely capturing him.

Silver: However… I had no idea that Malleus-sama continued to expand his magical realm beyond the island……

Sebek: Furthermore, if the area is forcibly destroyed from the  outside, there is a possibility that the trapped person's psyche could also become destroyed!?

Grim: Somehow it's a real mess for real.

[Choice 1] Yuu: Can we do something about this?

[Choice 2] Yuu: (If this continues on, Tsunotarou will become the enemy of mankind.) 

Ortho: Yes. That's why we need your power!

Silver: Our… Power?

Ortho: Currently, the S.T.Y.X. staff is working together to assign ID numbers to the dreams of those trapped in the magical realm. 

During that time, we captured your magical reaction as you “moved around on your own” in the dream.

Silver: Could it be that it was my “Meet in a Dream?”

It's my unique magic that allows me to cross between dreams……

Ortho: Yes! That one, that one!

When traces of someone moving from one human dream to another were discovered, the engineers at S.T.Y.X. were in a commotion.

So that was Silver-san's unique magic, after all. Magic is a really mysterious power, huh.

Silver: However, my magic is to reliably travel to the dream of the person I'm targeting after, like you guys. I can't call someone into my dream.

I don’t know what else to say; it's hard to explain… It's a very intuitive kind of magic……

That’s why I was really surprised when Ortho appeared in the Dream Corridor and led us here. 

Ortho: What are you saying?

S.T.Y.X. prides themselves on their super computers and experts in magical engineering and magical analysis. 

They tried their best to analyze magic and they finally found a way to travel from dream to dream. 

Moreover, it is difficult to say that the current method is 100% reproducible so they said: “it's still a beta version.”

The mere fact that you can do it intuitively is astonishing.

Sebek: Hm. So the “power” that you need is Silver's unique magic?

Ortho: That's a part of it, too, but…

Sebek Zigvolt-san, Grim-san, and Yuu-san, your cooperation is essential.

Grim: Hmph! You're just trying to make us do the messy work, aren't ya!

Ortho: Wow♡ Grim-san, you talk too fast. 

[Choice 1] Yuu: This pattern is similar to the headmage……

[Choice 2] Yuu: I don't see any other reason to  be called out……

Sebek: Hmph, I don't like this sluggishness. Get to the point!!

Idia: S-So, uhhh……. While you guys were chattering in Lilia-shi's dream..

I-I was trying to think of a way to escape from my dream world……

Or rather, I've been trying to come up with a strategy to deal with Malleus-shi.

[Choice 1] Yuu: Is your strategy to get him to cry and beg for forgiveness while his nose is runny?

[Choice 2] Yuu: Is it a strategy to take revenge by capturing their special weakness?

Idia: Y-Yeah. That… Hih, hihi.

Anyhow, I made a video to explain that strategy…… W-Would you like to watch it?

Grim, Silver, Sebek: Video?

Idia: Waah~♪ Only good things have been happening lately~ It's so fun every day~ It's just like a dream~♬ Well. It was, in fact, really just a dream. Welcome, all you carefree people who live in the world of empty dreams. I am Idia Shroud. So for today, a cheat trick to create a dream world using magic — — was used by The Most Evil☆Final Boss Mage. Let me explain the strategy used by Malleus-shi. The magical realm that Malleus-shi created is kinda like a server running a huge MMORPG. And each dream of someone sleeping is managed individually. Malleus-shi is using himself and his alter ego to keep an eye on this server. To give you an idea, Malleus-shi is a server admin. And his alter ego is cracking down on users to commit violations in the online game — like a gamemaster. Malleus-shi, with the authority to operate and manage over the entire server, is currently in the state of a demon king who has the world right under his thumb.

Under Malleus-shi's control, we have NO chance of succeeding…… BUT! Because of the super geek hacker group S.T.Y.X. and Ortho's attack, all of the server's source code (construction formulas of the magical realm) has been analyzed and is now completely visible!

So — I'm going to use that data from my dream to develop and build a cheat tool. And then get rid of that damned invulnerable status! It seems like a perfect strategy at first glance, but in fact, there’s actually a flaw in this cheat strategy……. If Malleus-shi (the server admin) discovers this during development— IT'S GAME OVER IN AN INSTANT. But hold your horses! Despite that his alter ego uses autonomous magic, with the total population of Sage Island, monitoring and managing the dreams of about 20,000 people is not an easy task — even for Malleus-shi. If a problem happens here and there in your dream, there's a high chance that you'll have to deal with it by yourself! Therefore — I’ll be developing a cheat tool. I want you guys to catch Malleus-shi's eye and gather party members so we can subdue the demon king.

When everyone wakes up, we'll hand out invite codes that will allow them to travel to my dream.

Then, when all the preparations are ready, Malleus-shi will be lured to my dream and that's when the cheat tool that I developed turns on!! As planned, Malleus-shi's invulnerability will be canceled. And by using the invite codes that were diligently handed out, everyone will gather in my dream! We're going to beat him up with our sheer numbers of forces!

If things go as expected, Malleus-shi will also lift the spell and free us—! How was it!? “A lone wolf magician engineering guy explains how to capture the demon king in three minutes video.” If you think this video was good, leave a like! And this was Idia Shroud.

Grim, Silver, Sebek: ............

Idia: Ummm, e-everyone… Thank you for your attention. ⁵

Th-that’s why……

I ask you guys to go on a journey to gather “the strongest party members who will take on the challenge of defeating the demon king!”

Grim, Silver, Sebek: EHHHHH~~~!?

TO BE CONTINUED...

translator notes:

¹ - 「この怨はらさでおくべきか」 is an old Kansai (Osaka) dialect phrase. This phrase, although it seems like one will forever hold a grudge, actually means something along the lines of: “Shall I leave this grudge unresolved? (No, I actually have to solve this),” due to how the phrase is structured (which would be too deep to delve into but it’s mainly because of the か and べき/べし in the phrase).

² - 「スカしま」 is a Japanese slang usually used as an insult

³ - 「陰キャ」 is yet another Japanese slang used to describe someone with a gloomy or reserved personality or introverts. I used a known English slang instead of translating literally to preserve the meaning of the word.

⁴ - 「弩級 (どきゅう)」 is the Japanese translation of “Dreadnought,” which is a type of battleship in the early 20th century. Idia was just being a nerd again by using game-like terms so I decided to stick with using “battleship” instead of the literal translation.

⁵ - I wanted to note that Idia addressed them as 「皆様」which is a polite way of addressing others due to the inclusion of 様 (sama). Also, the “thank you for your attention” line was written as 「ご清聴アリガトウゴザイマシタ」 in the text instead of the usual 「ご清聴ありがとうございました」 which I think it's just to note Idia's personality www.

personal notes: this wasn't jp proofread so there might be inaccuracies;;; additionally aniplex jp actually posted the "how to subjugate the demon king" video but it's only available in japan.. you can still access it by using a vpn though~

[archangeldyke-all]

can't focus on 'babyfather' cause im thinking about two things:

fluffy- cowboy sev and reader officially adopting the kiddos

smutty- reader shows cowboy sev her newly honed hog-tying skills (ehehehehehe)

the fluffy one omgggg

men and minors dni

grayson's been sheriff since you took over the inn. she's a tough broad, but she's good. she values harmony and her constitutes more than the law, and she's always willing to turn a blind eye if it means keeping everyone happy.

the two of you have had a deal since you took over. grayson doesn't interfere with the shady dealings that happen in your tavern, she doesn't mention the criminals who stay in your inn, so long as they don't target any local joints, and they keep all their violence outside the town's county limits.

but now she's retiring.

she deserves it, she's a hardworking woman, and she and her wife have finally saved up enough to buy a little plot of land a few miles south to start their dream retirement homestead. you're happy for her.

but you're also nervous.

because with grayson gone, there's a new sheriff in town. and he's a total dickhead.

marcus is the opposite of grayson. he'll do anything to make a flashy arrest. he's got no sense of hometown loyalty or pride. and he's out to get you.

it started with questions about sevika. comments about how she looks strikingly similar to certain 'wanted' posters of the 'weary woman of the west.'

a few gold bars managed to buy his silence. but that wasn't the end of it.

next, he started sniffing around your inn, making patrons uncomfortable, especially the more criminally inclined.

it was only through a town hall meeting where all the villagers gathered together and demanded he leave your business alone, (they were worried that without your frequent guests, most of the luxury goods with discounted prices that they bring with them would disappear from the local markets) paired with a strongly written letter from grayson that managed to get him to back off.

but now he's after your kids.

powder and violet have been in your and sevika's care for three years now. and while you're not a conventional family, you're a family nonetheless.

sure, the four of you all cringe when someone mistakenly refers to you or sev as the girl's 'mom'; and their homeschooled education is just as focused on criminal training as it is arithmetic and gardening; and you and sevika's marriage certificate wouldn't hold up in any sort of official court-- but that doesn't matter.

what matters is the dinners you share every evening, tucked in a corner booth of the tavern as your patrons eat surrounding you, listening to sevika's stories from the ranch that day, or violet's re-tellings of the book she's been reading.

what matters is the way the girls still pile into bed beside you and sev on rainy nights, both claiming to be scared of the thunder, though you all know they just like their cuddles.

what matters is the way you'd die for them. the way you love them. the pride in sevika's eye each time she watches the two of them play in the street, the swell in your heart each time you watch her join in with them. that's what matters.

marcus doesn't seem to care.

"i oughta kill him." sevika growls as she storms up to your room. marcus just hand delivered a bunch of official looking documents to you and sevika, threatening to take the girls to an orphanage by force if you and sevika don't procure the proper documentation for them in a month's time. you trail behind her, slumping onto the bed and watching your wife pace in circles around your room. "who the fuck does he think he is, splittin' up a family like this?" she seethes.

you're too busy panicking to be able to comfort your wife. sevika's too angry to notice the tears brimming your eyes.

"s-sev." you choke out between silent sobs.

she freezes, her head snapping over to where you're sitting on your bed. her angry expression falls, her heart breaking as she rushes over to your side to gather you up in your arms.

"h-he can't, right?" you cry. she kisses your head.

"he won't." she says, convinced. "worst comes to worst, the four of us go on the run. we could survive in the desert, it's what the girls have been training for since they first moved in." she whispers. "i'm not lettin' him split us up, baby."

you cry in her arms while she rubs circles in your back, horrified for powder and violet.

sevika was an orphan before she ran away to wander the west. she still can't talk about her years in the orphanage run by nuns, but sometimes she wakes up screaming, and you know it's not nightmares about the shootouts she's survived. it breaks your heart.

it kills you to think that violet and powder might end up there, too.

the girls are just as worried about marcus as you are. powder's been having nightmares since he first started questioning your little family, terrified of being torn away from you and sev. violet's been quieter, a nervous look in her eye at all times, flinching each time she messes up, like she's already anticipating the thwack of a ruler on the back of her hands.

sevika gently lays you down on to bed, curling around you as you cry. you can feel her own silent tears soaking your shoulder as the two of you drift off to a fitful sleep.

when you wake up, it's to powder laying on your chest, and violet curled up in sevika's arms.

she's awake too, studying the girls with a furrow in her brow.

"hi." you whisper. she looks over at you, her frown not ceasing.

"i have an idea." she says quietly. you blink at her and nod. "we'll have to close shop for a few days." she whispers. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth. "i think ol' man ernie will let me take off for a week, especially when he hears why i'll be gone." she says, referring to her boss, the owner of the ranch where she works. he's just as in love with the kids as you and sevika are. hell, the girls got the whole town wrapped around their fingers.

"what's your plan?" you ask. she smirks.

"did i ever tell you about the time i got caught?" she asks. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"i thought you had a clean record." you say, smiling. "i wouldn't'a married you if i knew you'd been caught before." you tease her. she laughs and reaches out to nudge your shoulder.

"fuck off." she chuckles. you grab her hand before she can retract it, interlacing your fingers. she sighs. "it was long before i met you, a bank robbery gone bad. when they shot my shoulder." she explains. you nod. since you've known her, sevika's left arm has been practically out of commission, her shoulder shredded to bits in a bad job.

"i got caught up, they threw me in a cell in a big city about a hundred miles north of here." she whispers. "but, i had money. enough for a lawyer, the best in town." she says. "his name was silco. i'd never seen a man so rich before, dressed like he was goin' to church just to visit me in my cell, so much jewelry on 'im he could barely lift up his hands they were so heavy. but he was good. they dropped the charges before i could even go to court-- they knew not to fuck with 'im. he got me out in a week-- my cellmate had been waitin' to get out for three years." she explains. you nod along. "i'm sure he's still alive. he's gotta be. and if we can get him to take on our case, there's no way marcus'll be able to take the girls from us." she says.

"you think he'll take on our case? adoption's a lot different than criminal defense law." you whisper. sevika shrugs

"he had a husband himself... he's like us." she says. "and he took a liking to me, said i was the 'ballsiest client' he'd had in his whole career."

you chuckle. "he'd be stupid not to like you." you say. she smiles. "gimmie three days to get the current guests to pack up and leave. 're we takin' the train or shimmer?" you ask. sevika laughs.

"the train." she says, smiling. you grin.

"the girls'll love that. neither of 'em have ever been on a train before."

the trip to the city is a hit.

powder and violet can barely contain their excitement on the train ride to town. they both took the window seats, pressing their noses against the glass and gasping at the speed of the train, the beautiful landscapes sweeping past them almost too fast to make out more than a blur.

you and sevika spend the five hour ride admiring your kids. a couple of times, one of you tears up, out of bittersweet happiness, and fear of what's going to happen to them.

when you finally arrive in the bustling downtown, the girls go crazy.

"holy shit!" violet gasps as she takes in the busy streets. it is pretty impressive, compared to your sleepy little shanty town. there's horse-drawn carriages, buskers, open markets, and buildings taller than you've ever seen before. sevika snorts and nudges violet, pointing her to the candy store across the street, putting a dollar in her hand.

"take powder, and go crazy." she whispers, like you can't hear her. you just laugh and roll your eyes at the excited squeals, then cringe when the girls dart out in the busy street, narrowly avoiding a trampling.

"you're such a sucker." you say to sevika as she wraps her arm around your waist, guiding you to a bench to wait for you girls in. she chuckles.

"it's a vacation." she says with a shrug. you giggle, eyeing the crowds of people surrounding you, then quickly leaning up to kiss her cheek when you find nobody looking at you. she blushes.

with the girls hopped up on sugar, the three mile walk to the lawyer's office goes by quick. they take turns between you and sevika, holding onto your hands as you swing them between the two of you.

when you finally arrive, sevika stops the two of you in front of a big stone building, nodding. "here we are."

you've never been in a building so fancy. inside, there's an elevator, which freaks you out-- so you take the stairs two at a time to meet the girls up on the third floor.

by the time you arrive, sevika's already shaking hands with a skinny man in a velvet red suit. the girls are quietly playing in the hallway, dancing with each other, working off their sugar high.

sevika and the man, silco you assume, talk in hushed tones. a burly, dust covered man approaches you with a smile on his face.

"vander." he introduces himself, reaching a hand out for you to shake. you smile and shake his hand. "you must be sevika's missus." he says with a chukel. you blush and nod. he whistles. "good for you. i remember when silco took on 'er case, he was enamored with her. she was a vagabond back then, i never thought i'd see the day she'd settle down." he says. "nevertheless, have kids."

"you must be silco's husband?" you guess. vander nods.

"your letter got here last night. silco was thrilled to hear sevika'd be coming to town. i decided to tag along to keep you company, i know how those two can get when they're talkin'-- off in their own world." he says, laughing and nodding to where sevika and silco are gesturing wildly and laughing with one another. you smile.

"i appreciate the two of you hearing our case." you say. vander laughs.

"we're not just hearin' it, darlin' we're takin' it." he says. you blink at him in surprise. he shrugs. "we got two boys of our own, mylo and claggor. they're downstairs, if the girls wanna play while we work. they're not ours-- not traditionally. it would kill us if they got taken away." he says.

tears well up in your eyes. "o-oh." you whisper. he smiles and slings an arm around you, tugging you toward his chest.

"plus, marcus is an old enemy of ours. silco's had half a dozen cases since i've known him defending innocent people against that pig. i'm sincerely sorry your town got stuck with him as sheriff." he says. you laugh.

"you're too kind."

violet and powder become fast friends with mylo and claggor. while you and sevika and vander and silco sit in his office, drawing up and filling out paperwork, the boys take your kids out to play in the streets, showing them around town.

silco and sevika really are talkative around each other. they seem to speak the same language. you and vander spend the evening watching the two of them work adoringly.

"sevika said silco only knew her for a week-- how are they so close?" you whisper at one point. vander shrugs.

"she'd come by to visit once or twice a year while she was still wanderin'. always askin' silco if anybody was givin' him trouble, offering her 'services' as it were." he says with a chuckle. "she was just a kid back then. and now look at her." he says, nodding at your wife where she grumbles something about marcus under her breath, causing silco to smile. you grin.

"she's a sap under that scowl of hers." you say. he laughs.

"she certainly is."

silco and vander let the four of you stay in their house for the week. the girls get practically no sleep, too busy playing with their new friends. sevika's just as busy with silco, the two of them like two old hags, chatting and smoking in rocking chairs on the front porch.

one night, you wake up to sevika slipping back into bed beside you, smelling like tobacco and wind. you cuddle against her as she wraps her arms around you, kissing your head.

"you okay?" you mumble. she hums and kisses you again.

"the kids 're playing poker." she says. you chuckle. "they pretended to be sleepin' when i checked in on 'em, but i could see the cards stickin' outta their pillows." she says.

you laugh in the darkness. "they're so cute."

sevika hums. "they're gonna be ours." she whispers. you smile, wrapping your arms around your wife's waist and tugging her closer toward you.

"they've been ours." you say. she smiles against your skin.

"but... it's gonna be real now." she says. "they're ours 'til the day we die."

"can't tease 'em about kickin' 'em out anymore." you say. sevika snorts.

"we're gonna have to give up another room at the inn eventually, they're gettin' too big to share the one." she says. you smile.

"we'll get to watch 'em grow up." you whisper. "watch 'em fall in love. start their own families."

"fuck, we'll be grandma's soon." sevika groans. you laugh.

"no way. i'm not lettin' anybody call me grandma." you say. sevika giggles. "and i don't think either of them are the settle down and have kids type." you say. sevika laughs.

"i thought the same thing about myself, now look at me." she says, squeezing you. you giggle.

"it's gonna be amazing." you say. sevika hums against you.

"yeah, it is."

in a week's time silco's drawn up all the legal documents needed to make the girls officially yours. on a sunday morning, the eight of you stand in his office, you, sev, powder, and vi taking turns signing various lines on the stacks of paper.

when it's finished, silco flips through the documents, double checking everything, then looks up at the four of you gathered around his desk.

"well..." he says. butterflies flutter in your stomach. silco swipes his signature on the final page, pressing a stamp next to it. "it's official. you are officially the legal guardians of violet and po--"

he's cut off by cheers of celebration, sevika scooping the three of you up in her arms and twirling you around the office while vander and the boys clap for you.

it's one of the happiest moments of your life, right next to the day sevika gave up her life of crime for you, and the day you got married.

before you leave the city, you scrawl out an address and coordinates on a piece of paper, handing it to vander.

"this is our inn." you say. "if you ever wanna get out of the city. we'd be happy to have you all. free of charge. whenever, no questions asked." you say. he smiles, and wraps you up in a hug.

on the train ride home, powder gets into a little feud with the ticket taker, claiming he'd been shooting her dirty looks. sevika gently cuffs her upside the head when she sticks her tongue out at the man as he passes out refreshments.

"ouch! what the hell?" she asks, rubbing her head. sevika rolls her eyes.

"behave." she grunts. powder rolls her eyes.

"you're not the boss of me." she pouts. beside her violet giggles, and smacks her with the file of paperwork she'd been holding to her chest since sunday morning.

"she is now, dumbass." she says.

you smile the whole way home.

marcus nearly shits himself when you present him with paperwork from S&V legal offices. sevika glares at him, resting her hand on her side arm as he blinks owlishly at you.

"you ever fuck with my family or our business again, and i'll call up the weary woman of the west." she whispers. "i hear she's a great shot."

"i hear she turns bodies into fertilizer for the side garden." you add on. sevika smirks at you.

powder tugs your hand, blinking up at you.

"can we do the thing the boys taught us?" she whispers. you laugh then nod, and grin as your daughters both flip the bird at the sheriff's retreating form.

marcus doesn't bother you again.

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HI. i just threw this drawing together to see if anyone wants to send me inside out oneshot requests! They’ll probably be around 1,000 - 3,000 words in length and take some time maybe a week idk LOL. I’ll probably compile them on Ao3. ^_^

Feel free to send anonymous requests to my askbox or dm me! Send me rarepairs or AUs too (for AUs i’d appreciate some background info / fanart to go off of). The one shots might take awhile to write since I’m kinda busy but I wanted to hone my writing in my downtime. PLSSSZZZZZ SEND SOMETHING AHHAHGHHA.

All characters and MAYBE some original characters but mostly looking to write the HQ employees <3 I LOVEEE writing Fear (as you may have ascertained), Joy, Disgust, Ennui, (and i might like to write Shame if anyone’s interested), but I’ll certainly consider the other characters :3

Requests involving toki’s and my siren / mermaid / Epiphany Bay AU would be SO AWESHOMMEE eheheheheh.

Give me as much detail or as little as you’d like!

If you request something, pls be willing to give feedback on the work (ESPECIALLY CON CRIT!! i love con crit), even if it’s just “yay thank you!” 🥺