#and then you can't build up to anything anymore

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer just entered Adam's room, he couldn't believe he was going to have another baby- well, he could believe it. They weren't very cautious.

He had the idea to use one of the ginko trees in Adam's forest to make a crib. He'll hand carve it, just like he did for Charlie.

Lucifer walked around for a good ten minutes, looking for the perfect three. Amd he found it. Right where his and Adam's forests meet, there was a tree that was half and half.

But just as he was about to break it down, he saw it start to disintegrate. Turning to ash.

Lucifer: The fuck-?

He looked around, and the whole forest was dying before disappearing. Lucifer forced his wings out and flew as fast as he could to Adam's room. He only just made it when the forest completely disappeared, leaving only a wall.

Lucifer fell to the floor and looked back. But before he could do anything, he heard screaming in the lobby.

He made his way out and saw Eve- Ivy screaming at Charlie. She looked terrible. Almost like she had to love through the early days of Adam's life in Hell over and over.

What the fuck was happening?

Peter: Boss!? Boss!? Adam- please, I'm sorry!

Lucifer walked into the corridor and saw Peter about to have a panic attack. He was on the floor, gripping his throat.

Lucifer: Peter- hey, you're okay. Adam's just gone out for a sec, he'll be back-.

Peter: C-Can feel my soul! My souls back-a he doesn't have it!

Lucifer put his hand on Peter's solder, trying to calm,him.

Lucifer: What do you mean-?

Peter: I-I gave boss- Adam my soul! He's dropped me! W-What did I do!? I-I don't feel the chain anymore!

He ran down the stairs just in time to see Lute jump out of the bar as it turned to ash, even the bottle of vodka she was holding fell through her fingers.

Lucifer: Lute! What's going on!?

Lute: ...h-he... he's lost his souls...

Lucifer ran up to her: Who!? What's happening!?

Lute: W-When an overlord loses their power, they lose their souls. Adam- he's lost his power.

Lucifer: He can't lose his power- I have a contract with him-!

Lucifer goes to spawn his golden chain but nothing happens.

Lucifer: W-What?! Lute- what's happening!?

Lute: Nearly everything here was run by Adam's power! The bar, the infrastructure, the foundations- he's repaired this place over and over-!

They look around as the building starts to creek.

Lucifer: I... I built this place-.

Lute: But Adam put safe guards in. And their attached to every stone and brick in this place. They quickly become part of the materials holding the place up! Someone broke your contract with him! That could have easily been Adam himself-

Lucifer: He wouldn't do that! We're having-! He loves me- he wouldn't break it!

Lute: ...unless he put the hotel in danger. Or-.

Lucifer looked at her shocked: Or!? Or what!?

Lute: ...Lilith's back.

Lucifer was so lost. Adam went to see Vox, not Lilith!

He jumped as a large piece of the ceiling fell to the floor. Everyone screamed as the hotel started to fall around them.

Lucifer: Outside! Now!

Lucifer held open the door and watched as everyone ran out. He looked back when the stairs collapsed. That's when he saw Angel and his pig run towards the door. He reached for him, but the first floor collapsed on Angel before he could reach Lucifer.

Lucifer: No-! Fuck!

Lucifer had to move away from the hotel as the rest of the floors followed, crashing to the floor.

He couldn't look away, he stared at the place he last saw Angel. His daughter's screams are the only thing he hears. His eyes suddenly engulfed in flames, his fists clenched.

Lucifer growled: ...Lilith.

Lowkey want an au where Adam has Alastors' powers.

The tentacles

The eyes

The changing size

The shadows

The sass

The deal making

Him owning Husk and Nifty

The musical numbers

The radio control

The tentacles- have I mentioned that before?

The rivalry with Lucifer

Maybe he replaces Alastor entirely. No Alastor. Only Adam. It's always been Adam.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

Only Adam lol This is good! His Husk and Nifty could be Lute and Peter.

He doesn't have to smile all the time does he?

Yessss, and he plays rock instead of jazz lol And yes of course there is a rivalry lol

[celestie0]

hi my friends! hope you're all doing well. just wanted to come on here and share a little updates w you guys (if you're still here lol)

i guess it's been like a month n a half since i formally went on hiatus, and it's been nice! i got kinda sick for a little bit lmfaooo which was tough to manage w school, but i'm better now

although i took time away from my blog, i still delved in writing here n there. i haven't written anything for kickoff since tbh i'm in such a slump w it. but i still have big plans for stuff that happens after ch13, so hopefully i can just push through this next chapter and get to a better place. thanks so much to anyone that is still interested in the story, it means a lot to me. i know i'm so slow w updates and the story has been going on for almost a year now, but the continued support is so sweet! even though i didn't work on writing it these past one n a half months, i still really love it and plan to finish it.

i'm not sure if many people remember that i had this sort of "apocalypse" gojo x reader au about an asteroid being set to hit the earth in three days, and reader n gojo are ex lovers n the impending end of the world makes them break no-contact...yeah i finished writing the first chapter for it and i really love it so far! it's like set in new york which is really fun haha i love stories where new york is kind of its own "character" if that makes sense...it will definitely be a limited series w only 4 chapters or so, but i kinda wanna finish all 4 chapters before i start posting it bc i don't want it to be a drawn out series in terms of posting since i think it'd be best enjoyed in frequent succession if that makes sense

as for ihm, i think i wrote the most for ihm during my hiatus. i finished three chapters for it, but they are shorter chapters (around 3-4k words). i kinda realized one of my biggest reasons for burnout w my fics were the reaaaaallly long chapters...like didn't i have a 22k chapter for kickoff or sumn lol. idk i can't remember. but anyways, yeah the mindset behind the longer chapters was bc i liked each chapter to kinda have its own conflict, build up, tension then resolution in a sense. but it was exhausting to write that way tbh lol. so i think moving forward, for ihm, i will have shorter chapters. i just don't wanna think to much about things anymore, and write from my heart, bc i have a lot of things planned for ihm, and among the criticism i've received for my writing choices vs my own vision for the story, i've realized during my hiatus that the only way i can finish ihm, or any of my storeis for that matter, is if i just.........stop giving a fuck about it. lol idk if that sounds strange to say, but like, i don't want to over-edit anything. i don't want to think too much about redundancy. i don't want to flower things up or cut stuff out. i'm at the point where imma just write a first draft, check for grammarly errors, and then post it. i guess the reason i'm sharing this is because idk if this means that people may enjoy my writing less since i will admittedly be spending much less time on it than i did before, but tbh i realized i find the most joy while i'm writing, and not while i'm editing. so i want to spend as little time on the latter as possible, and if that changes the quality of my work, then so be it.

anyways, hmm as for hiatus. i guess i'm off hiatus now? i really enjoyed being off of tumblr tbh this app has a lot of questionable content at times (esp in jjk community) and it also did wonders for my studying bc i wasn't spending time doomscrolling or shit posting anymore lmfaooo. but as for writing in particular, i think i will start to post ihm again exclusively. i can't say anything about kickoff or my other projects, but i feel comfortable to start posting ihm again.

sorry, i know that i have kept my replies and ask box off for a long time. but i will open them again once i start posting chapters because i really miss interacting with you guys.

anywho, these are my updates lol i'm like not sure how many of my readers are still here or which ones have moved on but that's ok, i'm grateful to anyone n everyone. hope to see you all soon again!

[louisferrignojr]

i keep saying i'm not going to pay this show any more attention and I keep coming back with more thoughts and i decided to inflict them on all of y'all so here goes

hot take: the brad/hotshots storyline isn't inherently bad. it was entertaining. it was fun and campy, classic 911. i love it when shows get a bit meta. we stay sillay.

however it all falls completely flat, and here's why:

they butchered the main storylines they had set up at the end of s7 — Hen and Karen vs Ortiz (and Gerrard), the 118 vs Gerrard vs Tommy (don't play, they wrote it out with big block letters), Bobby's suicidal ideation, abrupt resignation and relationship conflict with Athena, not to mention NDE. the only storyline they seem to have spent any time on is Eddie and Chris — thank fucking fuck, some good food for Eddie.

they have disregarded previously established side characters in favour of developing Brad Torrence. where the fuck is Ravi? where's Sue, where's Linda? why is Josh only there as a mouthpiece to deliver a cringeworthy self-congratulatory speech praising Ryan Murphy's previous — and still DEEPLY biphobic — work?

the hotshots storyline of 8x07 and 8x08 should have taken place WAY later in the season: only after spending time giving their existing characters and relationships the focus they so sorely need.

Hen and Karen and their struggles with Mara being with Chimney and Maddie — where was the conflict between Hen and Chimney? blink and you miss it in 8x01. why was everything wrapped up so fucking quickly in 8x04? the pacing of that episode was INSANE. they could have drawn it out until the mid-season finale, and ended it on a positive note of Mara coming home.

Maddie and Chimney have had almost nothing all of 8a — what looked like a conversation about family planning, addressing their past issues, deciding to stick together and make it work this time, it was building up to something so good — and it crumbled before my eyes with the accidental pregnancy reveal. because we're dealing with teenagers who don't know how birth control works, not two grown adults in their 40s with a history of PPD. be so for fucking real.

and then: why bring back a homophobic, racist, sexist character, have him act EXACTLY like his old self — including throwing a subtle slur at his old subordinate who's just come out of the closet — and then reduce him to a cartoonish villain — did they perhaps realise that bringing back Gerrard was a big mistake? that no one wants to see this type of villain anymore? that his return undercut the justice of him getting fired by the LAFD for his bigoted behaviour? much to ponder.

Athena and Bobby nearly died, they lost their house in a fire (hello? ptsd flashbacks? no? okay.), then Athena nearly died AGAIN, but we don't need to linger on any of this. back to work, you two. Bobby, you get your firehouse back. Athena, back to doing bad cop shit, i guess. (they had a nice relationship moment with the house hunting and deciding to build etc in 8x04, and that's about it).

Buck had a consistent storyline between 8x01 - 8x04: struggling being under Gerrard, getting to work with Bobby again, and finally getting his captain back on a permanent basis. then we got 8x05 with Tommy — an episode dedicated on the intimacy and depth of their relationship — which they then completely fucked it up in 8x06. yes, the "past connection" reveal was a terribly done messy retcon of the entirety of s1 if you ask me, and a disservice to all three characters: Buck, Tommy, and Abby. the backlash from the GA following the breakup speaks for itself. but they then went to make a big joke of Buck coping with the breakup in 8x07 and 8x08. because we can't be serious about anything, ever. and again — I get it. it's the weewoo show. but don't tell me they haven't previously done well thought-out, touching storytelling. anyway, this got a little derailed because i'm still so fucking salty — the bottom line is, however they butchered Buck's storyline, at least he's had something meaningful.

the only other main that has had a meaningful storyline in 8a is Eddie. they've shown him struggling with being away from Christopher in almost every episode. i can't say i'm a big fan of the way 8x06 went for him (literally. enough with the movie references. tim minear have a fucking original thought for once). but I'm loving where his storyline is headed. that was a good 'cliffhanger' if you will. go back to your roots baby! go reconcile with your son — own up to your mistakes! talk to him about his mother! go to father-son therapy together! -> so much wishful thinking, y'all. we'd be lucky to get 1/10th of this on the show, but whatever.

tldr: no one gives a flying fuck about hotshots or brad because while we love the silly weewoo show, we need something to chew on before you toss us a half-baked dessert. to quote lou ferrigno jr, i am not satisfied.

[killerplink]

🔥 NANAMI SPICY HEADCANONS 🔥

Nanami isn't one to rush. He takes his time, enjoying every little moment, every kiss, and every caress. He knows that going slow drives you wild, and he's got no problem savoring every second. For him, building anticipation is half the fun.

Nanami loves the missionary position, but he's not afraid to make it intense. He'll hook your legs over his shoulders or pin them to the bed, watching your face as he thrusts deep, groaning as he watches his dick disappear into you, wet and coated in your slickness.

His voice drops even lower when things get steamy, and he uses it to his full advantage. He's got a way of speaking, low and close to your ear, that sends shivers down your spine, whether he's whispering something dirty or just murmuring your name in that gravelly tone.

When he goes down on you, he's relentless, dragging his tongue slowly along every inch until you're moaning loudly. He loves the feeling of you trembling beneath him, fingers gripping his hair, as he keeps his face buried between your thighs, groaning as he tastes you.

Nanami isn't loud in bed, but the things he says pack a punch. He'll murmur affirmations, telling you exactly how beautiful you are or how good you feel. His words are simple but direct, making every syllable feel like a promise.

There's something that drives Nanami wild about the slap of his hips against yours. He'll pick up the pace when he hears it, spurred on by every wet, rhythmic sound, eyes fixed on the way your body responds to him, fully lost in the moment.

Nanami finds it incredibly sexy to take you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts in, watching the way you arch your back to meet his movements. He can't get enough of the view, the way your body responds to him, and he'll let out low, deep groans each time he feels you tighten around him.

He's absolutely entranced by the sight of his dick coated in your slickness, and he'll even pull out to watch for a second before thrusting back in. The way your arousal makes everything messy and glistening just spurs him on, a low growl escaping him as he pushes deeper.

Nanami is 100% in the moment with you. He's not distracted, not thinking about anything else—just fully absorbed in you, in your connection. He makes you feel like you're the center of his world, which adds an extra level of intimacy to every touch.

Nanami's got a thing for control, and he loves nothing more than when you beg him to go harder or deeper. The way you're vocal about needing more turns him on like nothing else, and he'll be quick to give you exactly what you want, his pace becoming rougher as he watches you fall apart.

His kisses are gentle at first, but there's a kind of quiet passion behind them. Nanami knows exactly when to deepen a kiss, when to pull you closer, and when to slow it down, leaving you feeling cherished and utterly captivated.

He has a thing for touching your hair. He'll run his fingers through it, brush it away from your face, or grip it lightly in moments of passion. There's something about the connection that he loves, and it makes things feel that much more intimate.

His protectiveness shows in subtle ways, like making sure you're comfortable, checking in with you, and holding you close afterward. He's all about making you feel safe, and that extends to every part of your time together.

Nanami knows just how to tease, and he'll take his time, sliding in slowly at first, letting you feel every inch, watching the way you react. He loves the way you squirm beneath him, practically begging for him to go faster, which he eventually does—right when he knows you can't wait anymore.

There's something incredibly satisfying to Nanami about the mess you two make together. Seeing you a little marked up from his grip or noticing the way his release mixes with your own arousal just leaves him with a satisfied, possessive look on his face.

While he's open to toys if you're interested, he especially loves when it's just him, feeling how ready you are, knowing every slick movement is his doing alone. The warmth and need between you both fuels his desire, and he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything.

He might be gentle by nature, but Nanami is more than happy to get rough if you're in the mood. He'll pin you down, his thrusts unrelenting as he lets you feel his strength. Every moan and gasp you make just drives him on, pushing him to fuck you harder.

There's nothing he loves more than watching you fall apart. Nanami's eyes stay on your face, watching your mouth fall open, your eyes fluttering shut, as he keeps his pace steady, pushing you over the edge. He gets a thrill out of seeing how much pleasure he can give you.

When you're close to release and he feels you clenching around him, it's like nothing else. Nanami practically loses it, his rhythm faltering for a second as he groans out your name, watching the way your body pulls him in and responds to every thrust.

Nanami is quietly obsessed with the little sounds you make. Every sigh, moan, or gasp is like music to him, and he'll do whatever he can to draw them out. If he finds something that makes you moan, he'll repeat it until he's completely memorized what drives you wild.

When he's close to his release, he'll hold you tight, pulling you against him and groaning your name in a low, husky voice that you feel all the way down your spine. He loves letting you know just how much he needs you in that moment, letting go completely as he finds his release.

When he's finished, Nanami doesn't just pull out and leave it at that. Instead, he takes a moment, watching his release slip from you, and with a low, approving hum, he uses his fingers to gently push it back in. There's a dark glint in his eyes as he does it, savoring the way your body responds. It's his way of leaving a little part of himself with you, fully satisfied by the sight of you still filled with him even after he's finished.

There's a part of him that's quietly competitive when it comes to your pleasure. He's always aiming to push you just a little further, to take you right to the edge and then pull you back, building up to an intensity that leaves you breathless. Nanami has an impressive amount of control, and he knows exactly how to use it to make you feel things you didn't even know you could.

Nanami has an insane amount of stamina, but he's also incredibly restrained. He's the type who won't let himself go fully until he's sure you're satisfied, holding back to make sure he's in sync with you. The way he paces himself, taking his time and adjusting to your every need, shows his intense dedication to making sure it's an unforgettable experience each time.

Nanami treasures those quiet mornings when there's no rush, nothing pulling either of you away. In those moments, he'll pull you close, his hands trailing down your body, warm and comforting, as he moves slowly and deliberately. He's in no hurry, wanting you to feel every inch of him with each languid, deep thrust.

Though he's typically controlled, he has no problem letting loose if you're up for it. Nanami's more than capable of keeping up, and if you're both wrapped up in each other, he's more than happy to go another round—or even two—especially if he can keep discovering new ways to make you melt.

After he reaches his peak, he holds you close, almost possessively, loving the feeling of being buried deep inside you as he catches his breath. He'll stay like that for a while, murmuring in your ear, a low growl in his voice as he tells you how perfect you feel around him.

Once things wind down, Nanami is all about making sure you're comfortable and taken care of. He'll hold you close, whispering sweet things or simply pressing soft kisses along your forehead, making sure you feel completely at ease and cherished.

You guys liked the cutesy Nanami ones, so I figured you might like the spicy ones as well 🤭

[sinfultutorreborn]

My sweet little darling, I know that you are a virgin, but there's no need to be ashamed. There's nothing wrong with that. On the contrary, seeing that you are waiting for your daddy with it, shows you are a truly good girl.

You probably wonder how it feels to have daddy inside your special place. You probably thought about it many times, comparing it to your fingers, toys, or humping your plushies.

Let me take you through it, little girl. It will be sweet and simple, with no big words. So you can understand it well, even as a little princess you are.

You know how it feels when you feel tingly down there, right? The longer it keeps going on, the more you feel like something is missing there. It feels like the most important thing at that moment is to put something inside. That's not a coincidence.

Imagine you are spreading your legs now, nude, opening yourself for your daddy. He is looking at you, and you can see all the love he has for you in his eyes. He gets closer, being nude as well. Now you are skin-on-skin with him.

He kisses you, you kiss him back and you feel like hugging him. He puts his arms around you, cuddling with you, stroking you.

Now, to describe the feeling you are waiting for:

As your hole feels so empty, your daddy slides his hard thingy inside. You feel how it enters you and pushes its way deep inside you. The feeling of being empty starts to disappear. You feel your hole stretching, it never stretched like this before, yet you can feel daddy's thingy so vividly, feeling how your insides are collapsing onto it, squeezing it.

You try to take a deep breath, but somehow you cannot. Your body feels numb in a way. The feeling radiating and spilling from your special place overshadows any other feeling in your body, feeling like you are submerged in a warm bath.

Your daddy presses his body against yours. You can sense the pressure. You feel his weight on top of your body. Making you feel like you can't move at all. It feels like wanting to run, but simply feeling too much to make a single move. You feel so vulnerable, yet so strong. You know anything could hurt you now, but you also know your daddy would never let that happen. You'll feel like being bonded to your daddy by the trust you have in him.

You feel an immense need to hug your daddy, you need to be as close to him as you can. It's a need like no other. You feel closer to him than to anyone else before, yet, you feel like you need more. It already feels more intense than a thousand hugs.

Right now, you are one with your daddy. There is no separation, no ending, and no beginning.

Then your daddy starts thrusting inside you. In and out, in and out. His body pressing against yours. Moving like a wave of water, like a running animal. With each thrust, he hits your pelvis harder and harder, yet it feels so gentle.

Now you feel something building up inside you, a pressure. You feel warmer than ever before. Feelings coming from your princess place filling even your head now. You are in a fog. You can't really speak. You can't really think. All you can imagine is daddy's thingy entering you.

Then as it keeps going for a while, you feel your daddy's movement getting a bit harder. He grabs onto you, squeezes you, and then, suddenly, you feel a warm feeling spreading in your tiny hole and your daddy's thingy twitching inside of you.

This feeling takes you over the age. The pressure that was building the whole time, you can't hold it anymore. It feels like all those feelings you had are bursting out of your little hole. Your muscles spasm and the control over your body is hijacked by the feelings you are experiencing. Now you are not in charge, you are simply a passenger inside your own body.

The pressure slowly goes away, and the fog disappears. Your daddy is still inside you, but it is not sexual now. Now, you feel like you need to be close to your daddy, hugging him again, keeping his thingy still inside you. You can't comprehend the idea of it not being inside you. You simply cannot imagine it. You need it inside you. You feel so safe like this. You feel so human like this. You feel complete. It feels like if your daddy pulls it out, you will die. It feels necessary for your survival. You lock your legs behind daddy's back, not letting him move away.

You stay like this for long moments. You might laugh, you might even cry. All of it is just as it should be.

Don't worry, darling. Your daddy will stay with you. Holding you and kissing you. Keeping you safe.

[furiousgoldfish]

Sometimes things aren't easily done because we need to build up a momentum first. If you can do things consistently, you don't notice this because you almost always have that momentum. If you've been getting things done every day, it feels natural to be able to continue, or to go on and to more complicated projects and jobs.

However, when you've been lying in your bed for the past week/month, it feels incredibly difficult to imagine that you could just get up and start doing complicated or difficult tasks. Your confidence is low, your track record is hurting you, you feel it's a miracle if you manage to even get up and grab some food from the fridge.

But if one day you manage to feed yourself, and maybe even wash a dish, or do some sort of a chore, and the next day you manage to clean a little, or make an actual meal, and then the next you're doing your laundry and have fresh sheets on your bed, then you have gained some momentum, then you could actually go and socialize, or do a non-chore task. Doing multiple simple tasks ensures confidence to do a bigger one, granted that you didn't waste all of your energy doing the simple chores.

This why sometimes doing things related to a complicated project, without doing the major things, can help, because just by doing simpler tasks you're gathering confidence and momentum, you're building up to a place where it no longer feels so unbelievable that you could do something complicated that takes skill and brainpower.

And sometimes, when you're chronically ill, you start building up your momentum and then your state worsens and you end up back in bed, your momentum interrupted and your confidence back at the bottom. It's difficult to get to a place where you have momentum, if you have no energy to build it. Nobody could just get out of bed and immediately preform miracles, we need to be able to do simple things first, small and easy tasks first, until we're ready to try for something more scary. Doing things makes doing other things less scary, and more possible, but if you're constantly interrupted, it's a struggle to convince yourself that one day you'll be able to do it.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

I dont think at this point i can even start on classic literature if i tried, like, i have absolutely zero patience for stories that take their goddamn time "building up" to things. "give exposition talk and show your characters doing everyday things" girl only if the everyday things contribute to the theme of the story! I dont have an ounce of interest in traditional idle starting points, "this story takes awhile to warm up and nothing happens for 45 pages" lmao bye

[musical-chick-13]

UGH Why do so many songs I want to sing require a huge amount of charisma to pull off.

[randomnameless]

not the other anon, but i read your lycaon posts and it kinds of make sense, even if it'd be kind of sad how rhea chooses to abandon humanity because her kid was killed

Oh, thanks, but it's just a headcanon!

Lycaon I is even less relevant than Ferdie in AM lol

As for that "half-nabatean lycaon" verse...

It's a bit more complicated - by abandoning humanity you mean working on the rez sothis plan ? - than that in that AU, because both Rhea and Willy (but he doesn't count since he died) feel guilty for Lycaon's death since, in those AUs, they're convinced he died because he was half-nabatean and it's their fault because they were supposed to have ended the war and killed the people who hunted pointy ears - Fodlan was supposed to be a safe space where Nabateans could abandon hair dye and, well, it's not.

Like, imagine a post FE7 situation, where Eliwood and Ninian and their friends think coexistence is possible and there could be a time, in the future, where humans and dragons could live together, like they do in Arcadia, but not hidden anymore. Roy pops up, but when he is introduced to, idk, the other nobles from the world in some sort of get together, Roy reveals he's not totally human, and gets diced as a result -

I could see Eliwood moving on, with a lot of support from his friends, but needing a lot of time to proceed.

But Rhea? Post WoH Rhea? Who "just" lost her family to the red canyon because, as far as she knows, they had pointy ears, and who loses right now her son for the same reason??

It's keeping with the general trend of her needing a "strong reason" or "another traumatic event" to make her fall to Sothis's return, when, per the Hresvelg Covenant, there was one point where she thought humans could guide the land themselves. And given how canon-wise the end of the War of Heroes, the beginning of the Monastery thus the period where she leaves Adrestia all have the same origin - Lycaon's death, I tried to honeypot around it lol

Just like some people thought FE16 actually deconstructs FE4 with the Holy Blood and weapons being, uh, not holy at all, I thought about FE7's ending. Eliwood marries Ninian and their son will later on become a hero who will save the continent!

Save that, this time, Roy dies in chapter 6 because he is not human and his closest friends and other nobles (in the Lycaon AU it's his own half-siblings and nephews + nobles!) cannot accept his heritage.

[fantabulousfelix]

man it's bad tonight huh

[mayspicer]

Ok, the boss is no more! There were some super stressful moments but surprisingly we all survived o:

My animal companion got hit with disintegrate, but we had hero points to make him avoid it. I would cry actually, because disintegrate means no resurrection x_x

The war is prevented! At least this one, because Cayden's party is right at the center of a much bigger one just starting. Today we saved the country. Cayden is trying to not even save the whole world, just maybe slow the whole thing down and save as much people as possible...

[qaanngi]

Scrolled to 2020 to try and update the file for Theo's birthday pic (HBD to him 💙) and that really was such a wonderful period for me in terms of drawing 🥲

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

Now felt like a good time to reblog this

Alright Theo Dimas stans/Theobel truthers who else is preparing to fight for their LIVES tomorrow night

update:

[morimess]

i keep seeing songs on TT that remind me of Linebeck...and I don't...really know how to feel about it.

[teddybeartoji]

going to the beach with toji and kids for the first time ever. it's only the beginning of your relationship, it's all kind of new – toji doesn't know what's about to hit him. sure, he's seen you with megumi and tsumiki before, but this? this is something else.

not only is his heart doing flips at the sight of the big smiles and the loud bursts of laughter you're managing to pull out of his kids, you're also wearing a fucking bikini. he hasn't seen this much of you before – the furthest you've gone during the late hours of the nights are steamy, handsy makeouts. he did take your shirt off the last time he had you below him but then you were interrupted by the little spiky haired boy, sniffling about a bad dream. after grabbing a blanket to cover you up, toji rested his forehead against your warm skin, grumbling something under his breath before looking up at you with soft eyes. you weren't mad – quite the opposite; you ruffled his hair and cradled his face, a gentle smile splayed on your lips. you pressed a haste kiss to his nose and then ushered him off of you, whispering something about his adorable son. toji scoffed. and smiled to himself.

the bikini. is killing him. he doesn't know what to do with himself. the scene playing in front of him is heart-warming and he should only be thinking about that, but how can he? the material is barely covering anything and you just look so... fucking good.

sitting in the shade, toji let's his head loll back, his eyes closing as he rests his hand over his face with a groan. he can't do it anymore. he's doing brain exercises to not pop the hardest boner of his life and you are not making it any easier when you keep giving him the prettiest smiles. you're happy, the kids are happy – everything should be good, but no – here he is, suffering because his parter looks fucking amazing. the fact that this is even a problem is mind-baffling to him. he is a strong man, no person is going to get to him just by being beauti—

"could you pass me the water, please?"

you're out to get him, he's sure of it.

toji peeks from under his hand and he's immediately blinded by a devil in disguise. the sun shines from behind you like a halo and the grin on your lips reaches behind your ears. sweat coats your skin and it makes toji's mouth salivate. what the fuck are you doing to him? hands on your hips, you stare down at your boyfriend and you give him another second to collect himself before quirking up a brow.

"toji?" you sound like a siren, you're pulling him in with your silky smooth tone. "the water, please?"

the corners of your eyes crinkle as you smile and toji has never moved faster in his entire life. "right."

he reaches for the bottle in the cooler beside him and gives it to you while making sure to look at you in the eyes and nowhere else. it's unbelievably hard – especially when the water starts trickling from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. toji gulps before turning to look at his kids instead. gumi's brows are furrowed as he's building his sandcastle while miki is busy building hers. toji cracks a grin.

"they're so– fucking cute." you whisper when you curse, a playful smile on your lips as you gush about the kids.

you love them so much already and you're glad that they seem to be liking you a lot too. that makes toji very happy; when the kids ask about you when they haven't seen you in a few days, when you do the same – he knows you really might be the one. it's a big thing to say, to even think, but he can't help it. it simply seems... right.

the water bottle hangs in front of his face and he's pulled away from his thoughts again. he goes to grab it and when he does, your free hand reaches out to him. warm finger wrap around his wrist and he melts at the soft, gentle touch. "come play with us."

a groan bubbles from his throat but it couldn't be any further from an annoyed one – you're sweet and you're excited, you're pretty and you're patient; you always welcome him and the kids with open arms and a bright smile. she would've loved you.

he throws the bottle aside and wraps his own hand around your own. "ya wanna play or the kids wanna play?"

his raspy voice and the stupidly handsome smirk he gives you make butterflies bloom and dance in your stomach. he makes you giddy, he makes you happy.

"i wanna play." you tug at him. "and the kids wanna play."

he can't say no to his little blessings and he can't say no to you. maybe running around will help clear his mind from the mischievious thoughts in his head. he doubts it, but he's needs to try.

in one swift move, he pulls your hand to his mouth while pretending to bite you and his eyes fucking twinkle when he sees your cute surprised expression and hears your little gasp. there's a moment, a second of the most comfortable silence before the corners of your lips twitch and you yank away from his hold, booking it towards gumi and miki with a loud cackle as toji pushes off the chair and takes off after you with fast steps.

your cheeks hurt from laughing as you watch toji catch megumi; he lifts gumi up with just one hand while tsumiki tries to poke her dad in the ribs in order for him to let boy go. when he finally lets the kids go... you feel his eyes on you. adrenaline pumps in your veins and you feel like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. you can't stop grinning. he can't either. a pair of arms wrap around your middle and your feet are being lifted up above the ground before you can even react.

while the kids are doubled over, running and stumbling over their own feet, toji growls in your ear. "gotcha."

you will take the next step today. no snotty kid of his will cockblock him again – they will be tired from the day and you will be all his to take care of. he'll show you his appreciation for being so good to him and the kids, for being so kind. and so... fucking hot.

he presses a kiss to your jaw but cringes when gumi and miki dramatically scream 'ew' at him. you feel him getting even warmer, his cheeks heating up and you try to save him by shooing the kids with a laugh. toji is grateful. he's happy that you're here.

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