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Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: bit angst? sad/slightly desperate Loki, drama, yelling? fluff

Word Count: 3k

a/n: This chapter is a very important one, I'd say. After all, we are going to find out who is going to be the heir to the throne! 👀

Also, I thought I post this today, because it's Tomathy's birthday! 🥳🥰

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Chapter Four - The Crown Prince

"What bothers you, my king?" You asked your husband in a soft, hushed voice - not to startle him. He was standing on the big balcony of your shared chambers, gazing into distance. Loki and the landscape to his feet were bathed in bright, soft blue moonlight; illuminating the dark. Summers on Jotunheim were beautiful, you learned. Some might would not expect this, but it was true. It wasn't super warm though, unlike on Asgard. Warm enough to grow crops and such, but that was it. Certainly not warm enough to run around naked - at least for you. While Loki stood there in nothing but his sleep loincloth, you were tightly wrapped up in your Asgardian dressing gown - plus some warm fur slippers. The nights were colder anyway.

"Is it what I think it is?" You questioned him further; now wrapping your hands around his strong torso; hugging him from behind. "The announcement?" You felt how Loki took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes, my queen." before he put his big hands on your smaller ones. "I... I am afraid I made the wrong decision and..." You ran your thumb in a caressing manner over the bulging muscles of his abs. "And?" He swallowed. "I never wanted to choose. I knew from the moment they were born that I had to one day, but... I never wanted to carry this burden. Why cannot decide someone else? The people? Or our advisors?" You sighed as well, knowing how bad he felt. "I know, my love, I know, but... Unfortunately, it's the king's decision. It always was; always will be." He scoffed, clearly affected by all this. "I remember that day... Clearly. Father chose Thor. Being the first born was to his advantage, but... Nevertheless, Odin would've chosen my brother. He believed he was the better king. Wiser. More mature. I accepted it - and in the end, I'm glad he didn't choose me. Because if he had, who knows if our paths ever crossed? I doubt it." The king squeezed your hands gently; loving - bathing in your embrace. "Well, I am glad, too, love. I am lucky to call you my queen now - and wife. I wouldn't want any other princess. Just you. Always you..." He muttered, pausing. "But this is different... Our boys are twins. No first born. No one of them has an advantage. By the norns, I wouldn't even want that... We always treated them equally - how it should be and now... Now I am forced to favour one of them. As a father, this is cruel."

Your heart broke at his words. You knew very well how he must feel. It wasn't fair - but that was a burden of being alive... Sometimes it was just not fair. "I know, my love, I know," you whispered and pressed a lingering kiss on the soft skin of his bare back. "I find this just as cruel as you do. Parents shouldn't have to ever put one child over the others and it's just not fair, but... Life unfortunately isn't fair..." You spoke the words on your mind, but stopped to press another reassuring kiss on his skin. "You need to remind yourself that this is a decision you make as a king. Not as a father." You could hear your husband swallowing again, before he turned in your embrace and lowered his upper body, in order to press his forehead against yours. "Should I mirror your words in front of them? Tell Áki and Váli that I'd never make this decision as a father, but have to as a king?" You nodded. "Yes. I think it would be important for them to know." Another deep sigh left your husband's lips. "I hope they'll understand... I don't know what to do if they don't."

You loosened your grip around his torso and lifted your hands to cup his cheeks; giving Loki a soft smile. "They'll understand. I know they will." The king nodded, squeezed his eyes shut and held you even closer. You let him, of course, enjoyed the tight embrace you were in.

"Let's go to bed, my king, shall we?" "Yes." You led Loki back to your marital bed then, sunk together with him in the sheets and held him close. It was just what he needed that night. The undying, unshakeable love and support of his wife.

Nevertheless, didn't have Loki a restful night. He tossed and turned from time to time; thoughts running wild inside his head. That was the reason why he was up quite early; watching the sun rise over Jotunheim.

You woke up with the sun as well; sleepy eyes searching for your husband. "Loki?" "Over here, my love." Your eyes followed his voice. He was sitting on the settee in front of the empty fireplace; gaze settled on you. "Good morning, darling." You smiled sleepy; stretching your limbs. "Good morning." You could feel his beautiful ruby eyes on you; watching you with an overwhelming amount of love and gentleness. But when your gaze met his, you could also see how troubled he was. Still. Your expression softened. "C'mere, my love." Reaching out your hand towards him, you waited for him to take it.

It only took him a few seconds to bridge the distance between the settee and bed; eagerly taking your hand into his and intertwining your fingers. You pulled him gently closer, until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he had no other choice but to lean down. With a soft, loving smile, you caught his lips with yours; kissing him lazily. Loki's eyes fluttered shut; heart beating faster. He'd never get tired of kissing you. Never.

"Have you decided yet?" Your sweet voice urged to his ears; pulling the king down on the harsh reality. Perhaps he got lost in your eyes for a few moments... With a deep sigh he nodded, "I have, yes." and told you this important decision.

"What do you think of it? Do I... Do I make the right choice, my queen?" Loki was so uncertain and troubled. You'd even go as far and say that he was afraid. So, you tried your best to comfort him. Just like you did last night. "I'd say you do, yes." You said honestly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "He'll make a great further king. I am convinced by that."

Mere hours later, the king of Jotunheim was in his throne room, sitting upon his throne. His leg bounced nervously up and down; he definitely felt the burden of the upcoming event on his shoulders, weighing him down. Like hypnotized, he stared on the big doors, waiting for them to open - which they did only a few minutes later, revealing two guards and his twin sons. The guards let them in, took a bow and closed the doors again, leaving the three men alone.

"You wanted to see us, dad?" Áki was the first one to talk; being definitely the braver twin. Puberty changed the young men, of course, but not their characters. Áki was brave and talkative, while Váli was shyer and more reserved. Not that Váli didn't have braveness within him, but not as much as his brother.

Loki nodded, took a deep breath. "How to begin with?" He muttered to himself, before standing up and stepped closer to his sons. "I have to talk with you both about something important. But not here. Let's take a walk, shall we?" Said and done. Father and sons left the palace only minutes later. "Do we have to be afraid of what you need to tell us?" Váli asked, eyeing Loki with a slightly worried gaze. "No, it's... It's..." The king took another breath. "You are now 20 years old. You've grown into big, strong and wise men - without a doubt. And I couldn't be prouder of you. I really am - and so is your mother." The twin brothers exchanged a sceptical look. Not that they never heard those words from their father before, no - quite the opposite, but... Something in Loki's voice was different. Áki and Váli could tell. "You learned so much in all those years. About Jotunheim, about your heritage, about how to act as princes - and you're doing it to perfection." Loki paused. "It is time for me to make a decision. I avoided it for a long time; tried to escape it, but... I can't do it much longer. Our people, the advisors - yes, the whole kingdom expects from me to finally decide. And I have. I had to."

Váli frowned at his father, while Áki already had a guess. "What is this all about, dad?" Loki sighed. "The throne. My successor." Váli was definitely more surprised than his brother. "T-The throne? You are telling us who the crown prince is going to be?" "Exactly, my son." Áki just nodded. "We're ready for it. I am ready for it." Loki smiled at his sons. "I know you both are. I just don't know if I am ready. Well, I guess I'll never be - but that doesn't matter." The king swallowed hard. "But before I am going to tell you this, I want you both to know that it wasn't an easy decision for me. I thought long about this. Mostly even at night. I want you to know, that I made this decision as a king - not as a father. I never would. My love for you is equally strong. It always was and it always will be. I love you more than life itself, my sons." Áki smiled, just like his brother. "We love you, too." Váli agreed. "We do - and we know that you'd never favour one of us above the other as a father, but have to as a king."

Those words meant a lot to Loki; helping to ease his fear and worries a bit. He stopped and turned to place a hand on a shoulder of each twin. "This means a lot to me. I'm glad you understand. Now that that's settled..." Loki swallowed hard. "Váli, Áki... Each of you is perfectly qualified for the throne, but... I'd like you to be the future king of Asgard, Váli." The young man's eyes widened. He absolutely hadn't seen that coming. He always had expected his brother to be the future king. Áki was stronger, braver - a warrior and a true Jotun, while Váli was... Just himself. A bit dreamy, quiet and had his nose always buried in a book. Despite that, he looked like his mother - an Æsir. Not Jotun. Was that really what his father wanted? What the people wanted?

"W-What? M-Me?" Loki nodded. "Yes, you, Váli." "B-But... Why?" The king smiled softly. "Because you are smart, wise and kind. You always make the right decisions. You are well-read and know how to rule." Váli was literally speechless. His lips moved, but now words left his mouth. "And I am not?!" The angry, clearly jealous voice of Áki cut through the air. Loki quickly redirected his attention, looked his other son in the eyes. "I never said that, Áki. You are smart and wise. You have a lot of kindness in you as well, but-" "But what?!" The furious prince literally spat. "You're a bit hot-headed. You have so much passion and energy flowing through your veins. You, my son, are the greatest warrior I have ever seen. Even greater than I am - which is why I believe, that it would be better for you to defend our home. Make sure it's safe. I want you to stand at your brother's side as his first advisor and leader of our army."

Unlike his brother, Áki rather had expected to be crowned future king. He always found himself perfect for this. Worthy of becoming a king. He didn't want to be jealous of his brother. He really didn't, because he loved Váli dearly. But the heat of the moment and his slightly hot-headed nature blinded him.

Áki answered nothing to his father's almost desperate try to explanation. He just scoffed and stormed off, leaving a distraught Loki behind. This certainly didn't go as planned. That was exactly what Loki always wanted to prevent... What he was fleeing from...

It was already quite late, when Loki decided to approach his son again, in order to talk to him. The king knew, that he couldn't spend the night in peace without having talked to Áki. You told Loki to give him some space, which he understood - but he couldn't wait any longer. He had to talk to him. So, Loki went to his chambers, but found them empty. Áki wasn't there. It didn't stop the king, though. He had a guess, knew exactly where he would most likely find the prince. While Váli preferred to escape into the secret room in the library, whenever he needs to be alone, his brother fled to the training grounds. That's where Loki went next - and he was successful. Áki was there, letting out all his anger and frustration on a Jotun sized target. His sword beat down on it, over and over again; abusing the wooden surface and causing it to splinter. Loki took a deep breath, feeling his nerves again.

"Son..." Áki immediately stopped at the sound of his father's voice. Breathing heavily, with his chest rising and falling quickly, he turned around to face Loki. "What do you want?" "I want to talk with you." Áki released a breathless, derisive chuckle. "Didn't we already talk enough?" Another deep sigh left Loki's lips; desperation crawling up in him once again. "Please, Áki. I know this frustrates you, but-" "No!" The young prince cuts him off. "I don't understand your motives, father! We both know I'd be the better king!" Áki insisted; fury ruby eyes meeting his father's identical ones. "I never denied that! I know you'd be a great king!" "Then why I won't get to be king?!" Loki inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment. "Because of your temper and hot-headed nature. Those aren't exceptionally bad characteristics - and you know that, but-" "But what?!" The prince spat. "Let me finish my sentence, young man, and you'll hear!" Loki had a short fuse sometimes as well. Like father, like son... Áki clapped his mouth shut at Loki's small outburst and took a submissive step back; turned into a little boy again within seconds. "A-Apologies, father." Loki gave him an intense look and crossed his arms over his chest. "I believe that you can use those... abilities of yours way better in being the leader of our army. You fit perfectly in this role. You were always destined to be a warrior. Just like I am. Just like your mother was." The king's anger deflagrated quickly again, when he saw the hurt and sorrowful look in his son's eyes. A little boy once again, indeed.

Loki sighed and stepped closer to his son; placed a hand on his bare shoulder. "Look, I... That is exactly what I always wanted to prevent. What I always was afraid of - since yours and your brother's birth. I knew I had to choose someday - and it scared me to death. Because of that. Because I had to disappoint one of you. I am sorry, son. I truly am. I... I hoped I would be able to compensate your loss of the throne with the position as the leader of our warriors and first advisor, ruling at your brother's side and supporting him like nobody else could..." Loki swallowed, "But I'm afraid, I failed." and shook his head. "But my decision stands. My offer stands." He sighed. "Again, I am truly sorry, Áki. I hope that one day you can wrap your head around this and forgive me - and perhaps accept my gift for you. You can be angry. You have every right to be angry, but please... Don't blame your brother for this. Don't let him feel your wrath." With those words Loki let go of Áki and stepped back in order to leave. "And please... Don't let me lose my son. I couldn't bear it." The king knew when he lost - and that was the case, so he turned around and walked away.

What he didn't expect, though, was Áki's voice, holding him back. "Dad, wait!" He almost yelled, before adding in a quiet voice: "Please..." Loki stopped dead in his tracks. "I... I didn't mean to react the way I did. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It was... inappropriate." Loki swallowed and turned around slowly to face Áki again. "You're right. I have a temper... And I am hot-headed as well. It took over. I got lost in the heat of the moment. I should be grateful for what you're giving me... Not angry." Loki's words hit the young prince; cleared his foggy brain. He could see straight again. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me. Please forgive me, dad." Áki lowered his head in shame and regret.

The king couldn't believe his ears. His son's opinion changed within seconds. His heart skipped undeniably a beat; hoping for an immediate reconciliation with his son.

Loki stepped closer again - and once more found his hand the young warrior's shoulder. This gesture caused him to lift his head again; looking straight in his father's eyes. All Loki could see now in those pools of red was regret and pure honesty. He smiled softly. "Apology accepted." Áki's eyes widened. "W-What? Really?" Loki nodded. "Yes. Like I said... You had every right to be angry. I often acted the same way when I was your age." "Really?" "Really." "S-So... You're forgiving me?" Another smile grazed Loki's cerulean lips. "Of course, son. You're forgiven - but... Apologise to your brother as well. He's blaming himself already the whole day... He even thought about refusing the throne, handing it over to you and learning to fight...." Áki's eyes widened. "By the norns... Of course, I am going to apologise!"

[thecoffeelorian]

Hold My Hand (Crosshair x Reader)

Premise: This is the third installment of...what should have been a one-shot, but here we all are a long while later, so it's probably best to just keep on going down this road to see where it leads. Anyway, Part One was Understanding and Part Two was Red Flags, so if you haven't checked those out yet, feel free to do so now.

Story Notes: One small thing about the tagging system, if I didn't say it already: I hope to make a few more updates for this series, so just in case I am, in fact, keeping the folks who want to read and reblog in the loop, please don't hesitate to do so when you are able. If I'm not...you're welcome to ignore this from here on in, and I'll eventually stop tagging you altogether. Thank you, goodnight, and good luck.

Special Notes: As ever, the header was made by @stars-n-spice. Also, little shout-out to @talesfrommedinastation for inspiring me to use a form of sign language between two characters, one that was originally invented for speaking in deep space when the commlinks didn't work, and also mostly inspired by something similar in "The Expanse".

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🩶 It's my fault.

🩶 This one simple sentence, this confession, jolts through both you and Omega like a blaster bolt. It's more than enough to make the tears start forming in her eyes, and the questions to build up in yours.

🩶 He doesn't seem to be done talking yet, though, because what spills out of him next speaks volumes.

🩶 "I thought they would--protect us, but they lied. They've been lying this whole time."

🩶 By this point, his hand is shaking so much that you don't think about it, that you don't dare to ask any more questions for fear of making an already painful thing several times worse.

🩶 Rather, you're just moving in to take a gentle hold upon it, if only to offer him whatever comfort that you can.

🩶 To your own comfort, though, he doesn't flinch, pull away, or start telling you off in front of Omega even though you would understand perfectly if he did.

🩶 Instead, whatever's causing all of his ills today eases just a little at the moment of contact with you, because the next thing you both know, his panicked breathing is slowing down and his tense posture starts to loosen up.

🩶 This moment can't last very long, though, because as Omega quietly reminds you, she still has to call home and she thought she heard voices calling in the distance. There is literally no time to lose.

🩶 In turn, you don't mind bringing both of your guests to the old spaceport that used to be your family's business during the war, but since then has had to be converted to a ship repair shop like several more wartime industries have done on your planet. However, there are still a few things you can use here, because you haven't exactly let everything go to rust.

🩶 One of these things is the communication console, a somewhat rusted thing, but still able to access encrypted links like the one on board the Marauder. It's here that Omega hears the voices of her surviving brothers for the first time in what feels like forever, and like any other missing child would do, she's able to let a few relieved sobs out of her system.

🩶 She's also composed herself enough to plan her next few steps, for her next move is to go straight to one of Ryloth's moons for a pick-up...or so she tells the two men on the other end of this line.

🩶 You can only hope that this means she wants to surprise them, guaranteeing two returns of lost family members for the price of one flight, as the old sale slogan goes.

🩶 At this same time, though, Crosshair's got a surprise of his own, for as Omega's busy talking, he's busy signaling to you without saying a word. It's the old spacewalk sign language, the one developed by the first workers within the asteroid belt for when their comms stopped working...and right now, he's telling you that he won't be following Omega down the ramp when the time comes.

🩶 How come, you sign back, a look of confusion upon your face. Don't you want to go with her?

🩶 They'll be looking for two clones traveling together, not separately...and besides, I already know I won't be welcome there.

🩶 Oh...? And where do you plan to go, if not with her?

🩶 I'll improvise. Now...act natural.

🩶 Both of you fall awkwardly silent as Omega finishes her comm; then skips back to you with the most heartbreaking of hopeful grins.

🩶 "They're coming to pick us up," she announces, twirling around in place like a happy little service droid. "We get to go home, home, home!"

🩶  "That's--that's great, Omega," Crosshair manages, forcing out the words as though trying not to choke on them. "Just--don't forget not to leave anything behind, all right?"

🩶  That's your cue to signal to them to go back to the house with you--you definitely have to hide the extra used dishes and utensils until further notice, what decent person wouldn't--but before you do, you're careful to make sure that the shop sign stays upon the word "Closed". The last thing anybody needs right now is some pushy customer demanding service.

🩶  Once you take all of the necessary precautions, though...you have to take just one more look around this little home of yours, if only to reassure yourself that you'll return to it soon, if not eventually.

🩶  After all, just like your mother used to say, the galaxy can be a huge, scary place.

[arlertaddict]

Boys who...

Boys who you tie up, use multiple sex toys on, and are overstimulated until they're crying and begging.

🔞 NSFW 🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞 AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 18+ 🔞 SMUT 🔞 ADULT CONTENT 🔞

Warnings: nsfw, gender neutral reader, dom reader, multifandom, multicharacter, sub characters, bondage, anal play & fingering, sex toys, prostate massager, wand vibrator, crying, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fucked dumb, precum, slight spit/drool, they cum in your mouth, this could possibly be considered dubcon.

Boys who let you tie them tight to te bed frame, not worried in the slightest because they're sure you'll be nice.

Boys who are just a little hesitant when you lube up a finger and circle it around the rim of his hole because he's still getting used to the sensation, but are quickly squirming and crying for you to please just put it in already.

Boys who try to stay quiet but can't help but whimper and whine as your fingers continually prob and rub at his prostate as you thrust them in and out.

Boys who were oh so confident at first and are now pathetically and uncontrollably bucking and swivelling their hips into nothing.

Boys who thought having something stuffed into his hole wouldn't affect him too much, but are proven wrong when you push a prostate massager into him and he feels a pleasure like an electric currently buzz through his body.

Boys who have never used toys before realising what they were missing out on.

Boys whose cocks leak a steady drool of precum onto their bellies when you graze a wand style vibrator over his balls and down his taint.

Boys who can't help but unsuccessfully try to thrash around when you turn on another wand vibrator, this time, one that has an attached sleeve to go around his pretty cock that you use to jerk him off to add to the sensation of the vibration, the rumbles of which he can feel in his tummy like butterflies.

Boys who are close to cumming within only a few minutes of having three toys used on him at the same time, but who can blame him?

Boys who are close but not quite at the edge yet suddenly thrown off it when you lean down to lick and suckle at the wet tip of his cock.

Boys who can't fathom the fact that even with his cum on your tongue and dripping down your chin, you haven't moved to turn a single toy off.

Boys who whine that it's too much and beg you to please turn it off, it hurts even if his cock is still hard, the tip still flushed red, his balls somehow still full.

Boys who have tears running down their face and drool dripping down their chin when they cum for the second time in a row.

Boys who cry out in both pleasure and pain when you still don't let up and only move to lightly pinch his nipples as you leave the toys to continue bzzz bzzz bzzz-ing.

Boys who lose all control of their bodies as they clench their jaw, their thighs tremble, legs thrash, hips jump, and hands clench around nothing, knuckles white at the headboard he's still tied to.

Boys who are so overstimulated that their begging cries of please, please, please! are unintelligible gibberish to your ears.

Boys who have become so dumb that they have no choice but to submit to your every whim and want, now simply your plaything to do with what you wish.

Boys who, despite the crying and begging for that to be the end, wouldn't choose to stop you if given the option anyway.

Boys.

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Yuuji, Yuuta.

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[swirlpops]

aki & you: late.

> all characters are 21+.  > reader: gender neutral (no pronouns or bits & parts mentioned), soft dom.  > aki: bratty leaning mean, ✨complex.✨ > content: established relationship, handjob, spit, orgasm denial. > word count: 1.5k. > a/n: fuuuuucccckkk. got into chainsaw man and OK HMMMM MAYBE THIS MIGHT BECOME A MULTIFANDOM BLOG HMMMMM. also, there's a couple of callbacks from the series weaved within – can you spot them? 😈

Aki Hayakawa sighed and sat up.

His bed was still warm, where relics of intimacy between bodies laid bare – but emptiness remained from the loss of you. Devoid of expression, he watched on as you stood in front of the bed, holding out his crisp white shirt and the slip of his black tie for him. Alongside your mischievous smile was the singsong cadence of your voice, speaking, "Can't be late to work, can we?" 

"You’re annoying. Come back to bed."

"I certainly don't want to invoke the ire of Public Safety, good sir." With a wink, you wound your arm back and tossed his shirt at him.

A nimble hand darted out. He caught it just in the nick of time; it dangled off his finger, precariously teetering by the edge of its starched collar. His frown followed. "First you tell me to not be late, then you decide to make more work for me – which naturally, would make me late. I’m not adding ironing to my morning chores." 

“Nothing a little wrinkle spray can’t fix,” you said, crawling on your hands and knees towards him on the bed. 

He eyed you as you approached, then hung his head down to shake out his shirt with a snap. “Hush,” he spoke, soft and sleep-soaked while slipping an arm through his sleeve. “Don’t be a hassle. I have time this morning–” he slipped his other arm through the other sleeve, “–but you make me want to leave sooner rather than later.”

You leaned forward to rest your chin in your hands, perched on your knees and elbows. “Liar. Anyway, how much time are we talking here?”

“None, now,” Aki said as he ran his fingers down his shirt, buttoning it with an acutely unnerving accuracy. “No time. Nil. Absolute zero.”

“Another strike for lie number two.” You moved to straddle his lap, sleek and silent, while thumbing the silken fabric of his tie. “It’d be a shame to start the day with a strikeout, you know.”  

The heat between your legs coupled with his, forming an unspoken pact that was far too much for him to deal with at an early hour, let alone in the hour before duty needed to be done. All he had wanted was the innocence of your touch, a soothing respite before going about his day – and now, that simple, chaste desire was replaced with another. He glanced up at you with a stoic stare. “Are you going to get off of me?”

“What happened to asking me to come back to bed?” You reached around his neck, gentle in nudging his tie underneath his collar. “Relax.”

To his chagrin, Aki’s eyes flashed with the brief light of compliance. They flickered up to search your face, while your hands found their home in preparing the first knot of his tie. The fabric swished past his face as you pulled it through its loop, and he took keen note of how you bit your lip in concentration when you adjusted the knot's tightness. At that moment he wished it was still nightfall, so he could count every star in the sky as a lucky one. 

“You did it. Congratulations. You can get off me, now.”

“Don’t be like that, darling,” you cooed at him. “Unless, of course, you’re out of time?”

The ghost of a scowl appeared on Aki’s face. “Could be so.”

Without warning, you snaked your hand down the pristine row of buttons on his shirt. “Could be so,” you mirrored quietly. “Let’s find out, shall we?” The satisfying sound of his inhale was your reward as your palm glided over the smooth cotton of his boxer briefs. “Already hard,” you said, clicking your tongue. “Your body betrays you.” 

“You don’t know how to stop talking, do you?”

“Not particularly.” You ran your finger along the outline of his cock – and when your finger landed on the patch of slick gathered at the head, it twitched from the contact, seemingly out of an appreciation for your mercy. “Hm. Looks like you want me to keep talking.”

Aki's eyes rolled back, and he couldn’t tell if it was out of exasperation or lust. With you, it seemed to be the accursed blend of both worlds. “Do what you want,” he said, staving off the waver in his voice. “I don’t care, as long as I’m not late.”

“Famous last words,” you quipped. You snuck your hand underneath his waistband, finding the pulse of his heartbeat in the hardness of his cock. Divine. “Don’t worry, love. I respect your time.” Moving forward to rest your forehead against his, you swiped your thumb over the slit of his cockhead to collect the precum gathered there. You pumped your hand up and down his length, using his slick to help languid strokes and tempt forth small moans from his lips. “...Maybe.”

“Fuck,” he muttered in a low voice. “I won’t take long, just keep… keep doing…”

"Keep stroking your cock like this? Keep going so you can cum all over my hand like the needy man you are?" A twist of your wrist on the upstroke pulled a rendered cry from him. "That's what you meant to say, no?" 

"You're so goddamn noisy," he said through grit teeth; his hips pumped upwards to meet the rhythm of your hand. "God, fuck..."

You let out a thoughtful hum when you noticed his length starting to throb – undoubtedly a result of your work. "Though, I suppose not admitting to something isn't quite the same as a lie." With your eyes trained on his, you leaned forward and pursed your lips, spitting a heavy wad of saliva on his cock. His immediate groan was the giveaway of how much he enjoyed what you were doing.

"Filthy," he mumbled, unable to tear his gaze from the telltale signs of debauchery clinging to the side of your mouth. 

"All for you," you said, picking up the pace of your tugs. "You don't want to be late, after all. Hurry. Cum for me, Aki."

Your words were the flood to break his dam. He grasped the sides of your face to pull you down, catching his lips on yours and snarling into the fire-forged kiss he cast upon you. Gasps and sighs escaped you both as you sought the path of losing yourselves in each other's breath. 

"You won't be satisfied until you hear it," he said, panting after breaking the kiss, "so, yes. Keep going. Keep stroking me just like that. Make me cum." Aki held your face in one hand, squeezing your cheeks as his head lolled back from the overwhelming need to orgasm here, to orgasm now. “Make me cum," he repeated through a ragged moan. "Make me cum…"

You wouldn't allow him to escape so easily. You swooped in towards him, closing the distance so you could hear the shake of his breath. The side of your nose pressed against his, the flutter of your lashes webbed against his, the heat of your lips skimmed against his – all for the sake of weaving your adoration in union. "That's right," you spoke into his mouth. "My little doll, ready to come undone at a moment's notice."

"Please!" he wailed, no longer privy to shame as he fucked into your hand with a ferocity rare and unblemished. The wet, sloppy sound carried into the ambiance around you, and the pulsating of his cock told truths he wouldn’t admit. “Oh god,” he rasped out, “Please, don’t stop–” 

“Mm, I think I will.” 

Aki’s eyes widened in disbelief when your hand came to a standstill. “What are you doing?!” he cried out. “Wait, no! Please! Not now!”

“Oh, darling,” you simpered, eager to see the fruits of your ruined labor. “I simply don’t want to create more work for you.” Heaving a patronizing, dramatic sigh, you peeled yourself off of him and sat on the edge of the bed. You looked back at him over your shoulder; a wicked sadism was scorched upon your face. “Besides, don’t you have morning chores to do?”

All he could do was stare at you, dumbfounded, like a puppy lost in the snow. When the realization washed over him, his eyebrows knitted in a mix of incredulity and anger, and stayed pinned in place by the frustration of pleasure gone awry. “Ridiculous,” he said under his breath. “I can’t believe you.”

“Aki.” Poison honey tones were your ally as you reached over to smooth your touch down his leg. “You should know by now – I do love teasing you so.” 

He threw back his head and let out a long, drawn-out growl. “I was so close.” 

“If you can withstand devils, then surely you can withstand me.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, loathe to give you any more satisfaction. At this point, his cock was starting to soften – he tucked it back into his boxer briefs with whitened knuckles and a clenched jaw. “I’m going to shower.”

“Make sure it’s a cold one,” you said, cackling.

Aki Hayakawa sighed and stood up. 

[rouwaa143]

thank you for sticking by the past april!

day 30 - free day

(ramble below)

HONESTLY i just did the challenge because i wanted to prove myself that i can draw milgram for a whole month and im glad people enjoyed my art!! however art might not be posted as frequently as everyday unless i take up another challenge (Which is unlikely, i'll save my energy for other months with the challenge)

i will be on artfight later this july! i will do a post when that time comes and it'll be mostly oc art (i like drawing for other people and for myself)

i dont have any active social medias aside from twitter (if you found me on there, hi!) i dont talk to people much because anxiety but i also want to socialize.... i hope i get to know the milgram tumblr mutuals and followers someday because im still surprised that i got a small following on here

i have a youtube channel that i upload sometimes! its for when i have energy to make videos then ill do stuff there

im not sure for the plans for this blog yet since its probably multifandom, just more milgram-focused because thats my fixation at the moment (help me)

i also like limbus company but i don't talk about it much in this blog (you can see my youtube channel that i make limbus content stuff on there) im mostly using it as a way to wait for milgram content to drop because we're in a drought right now

THIS GOT TOO LONG UHHHHHH im just some guy who roleplays and do art sometimes. i chose the last day as a drawing parody to mesmerizer (flashing lights/bright colors) because i like the idea of mikoto and fuuta dancing and mikoto is signaling for help

and knowing what already happened to fuuta. i was just like. yeah hes fucked up.

i also wanted to end the challenge with me drawing humans (i can draw them its just i dont do it often because im not too confident with them)

anyways thank you for listening in! if you read it this far, see you in other posts if i have the energy to make them!

[lale-txt]

hello, Lale reporting back to duty ♡-(๑˙ー˙๑)-♡

i always feel like i should give an explanation on the reasons why i kinda vanished at the beginning of this year and why i have stopped writing. but then again i don't think it matters at all and the only thing that does now is that i'm taking care of myself, even though on some days it's just tough.

anyway! my notes app is bubbling over with all kinds of ideas and drafts and i'm really feeling the itch to start writing again which feels great! it's just nice to know that no matter how long i'm absent from writing i can just always pick it up again and my creativity hasn't gone down the drain.

for now i'm gonna set up a queue with older works of mine and some things that have been sitting finished but unpublished in my drafts. just block the tag lale.q if you don't want to see. i'll be going on vacation soon and once i'm back mid September i hope to get back into a more regular writing & posting routine again in case nothing unexpected happens again... 2023 got hands ಥ◡ಥ

and maybe the biggest change to this blog: i want to expand the fandoms i write for! while i still love OP dearly, many other babygirls, dilfs & gilfs from different fandoms have caught my interest this year and i want to test the waters for them as well. thinking about Golden Kamuy, Naruto, JJK, Demon Slayer, Jigokuraku... so just a heads up if multifandom blogs aren't your thing lol. but i think for me it's just the change that i need.

thank you and a big fat kiss for sticking with me despite this long absence, i really appreciate everyone who i still see in my notes and who reaches out to me ♡

[draganwhorror]

Holy crap, you guys! I have officially been on this thing called Tumblr.com for 12 years now! 12! This was my very first post with this blog:

I originally started with a different blog where I just posted random things. I got myself involved with two different birthday projects for two different actors, and both of them responded to me (one through Tumblr and one through Twitter).

I deleted that blog (it only lasted a few months) and started this one, becoming a Tom Hiddleston fan blog. I garnered what I like to call my "cult following" mainly because I wrote fanfiction constantly. Like, almost daily. I think, at my peak, I had 250+ stories posted. I was relatively prolific (or so I like to think). This was my follower count in 2014:

My life kinda spiraled out of control in 2014, and I did take a break from Tumblr for a little while. Came back and decided to be less Tom Hiddleston focused and more multifandom post focused. Took a break again after a bit, finally returning in December 2023.

That's when I changed my username (it was Tom Hiddleston related prior to this) and decided to lose myself in Ted Raimi spam (among other things).

I'm currently sitting pretty with 5500+ followers still, but I'm sure like 90% of them probably aren't active anymore.

Anyway, I know this is all really random, but I just wanted to celebrate being on this crazy site for more than a decade already. I can't believe it!

[oasiswithmyg]

MY BLOG

Welcome to my blog! I'm very new to writing Fanfica, but I hope you enjoy my works anyways. You can request fics, even with different fandoms, if I know them I'll list it all in the near future.

I love to reblog fanfics and I'm a multifandom fan.

Only rule I have and can think of for now are: Minors do not interact with my blog. I tend to reblog 18+ fics, or I may write such fics in the future myself.

Incase you still want to interact, that is your choice and the path that you want to take. I have already done my job of warning you.

MASTERLIST

Avatar: Frontiers Of Pandora

☽ So'lek ☾

☽ Eetu ☾

☽ Nor ☾

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

“no one owes you anything” correct. if you don’t write for readers or socialization through interests, do not ask for recognizance and reblogs. we don’t owe you that. if writing is purely to indulge yourself in fandom & for your fixations, you don’t ask for a fucking thing. do not expect notoriety and admiration for this anymore. if you can’t complete something you’ve committed to already to a multitude of people, don’t do it? don’t say you will with schedules and promises just to fall short? you cannot demand every reader and follower to comment on your eloquent authoring, reblogging every thing you write when it’s your interest, and interacting with you. not when you don’t respect the people who have given you a platform and the opportunity to spout ignorance. you can be multifandom, you can stop writing when you don’t want to, you can no longer take requests if it’s just for your passion and fandom fixation. don’t expect more than what you give. deleting fics out of embarrassment, unfinished work, ignored comments and asks, and a shitty dash is all a choice you can make. maybe ask for critique and commentary AFTER you COMPLETE something and not with a bunch of unfinished work and not fall short on promises. AFTER you have respectful conversations. we’re done lol.

I can feel the pettiness coming off this omg. I can smell the "I have never written a fic in my whole life" energy.

I don't have the energy to respond to each point individually, but like - omg.

Someone's a little cranky that I haven't announced the date for the final chapter of Careful even though it's finished in my drafts.

And I wanna move on to other creative pursuits for a minute (to get some creative satisfaction after all of the demanding, entitled attitudes over that fic) before posting it so that I don't have to be bombarded with comments about how people are upset that the series is over - cause I will be fucking glad that it's over.

Also the people who have given me a "platform to spout ignorance?" This blog has less than half the followers of my writing blog, so if people don't wanna see my actual personality or don't wanna see me rightfully point out the unfair treatment of authors from the demanding tiktok brainwashed masses, then they don't have to listen to me or follow me here in order to read my personal posts. They can just follow my other blog for fanfiction posts only.

And last point - I have never deleted fics out of embarrassment. I deleted my blog to escape harassment like this and untintionally deleted unsaved fics along with it. All of the fics that I have put hard work into - even ones that I am not incredibly proud of anymore that might not represent my current style and skill level - are on AO3. (Like what fic are you even upset about? One of those random 200 word blurbs that I wrote half asleep that I don't even consider to be a fic - just a spouting of my ideas?)

Anyway, the more comments like this I get, the longer I am just tempted to hold onto the last chapter of Careful and wait to post it - months from now, years from now. Idk. Who knows. I'll just give what I get 💖💕

[wildernezz]

woahahaha im finally making an intro blog no wayyy, also dont mind me spreading my reblog > likes agenda

about me:

hey ho im wildernezz and we be ballin af. i'm an osdd-1b system and i might be more open about that later but i also maybe not who knows lol. i do animation, edits, writing, regular art, kinda anything art-related honestly, but i usually just post digital art here. pronouns are whatever tf you want but i prefer he/him. here's some other random stuff i can rattle off: infj, gemini, i like witchcraft, once made an album that currently has 200 pictures of joe keery because i thought it'd be funny, also once restarted the soviet union in 6th grade, currently making a presentation on david aames' mental stability for algebra, overanalyzing film is my only real personality trait, and i think bugs are funny-looking. anyways we vibe.

fandoms:

multifandom as all hell, but here are the ones i'm most consumed by currently and you can expect to see a lot of.

Dead Poets Society

Death Note

Homestuck

Musicals (BMC especially) & Film stuff in general

other fandoms that i'm also a part of but post less frequently about:

Camp Camp

Eddsworld

My Little Pony

Sanders Sides

Stranger Things

Undertale

there's a boat load of other fandoms but i don't engage that much in those so they're not entirely worth mentioning.

feel free to ask me for doodles btw. im always looking for ideas loll.

links:

here's some other places you can find me but they're honestly not that important since i'm only really active here.

abandoned youtube #1

semi-abandoned youtube #2

also abandoned twitter account

surprisingly not completely abandoned ao3 account

my spotify & pinterest if you want those ig idk this is all i got guys

also this other side blog where i analyze people from time to time: @analyzing-people-like-hell along with my cringier side blog @nezz-cringe-crib

friends!!:

here's some of my friends who are very cool and you should check out :3

@awesomejedie (all kinds of cool thingies!!!! i think of it as a silly treasure box filled with random goodies :33)

@b0cc (posts many awesome art stuff :D)

@chick3nbot1000 (reblogs fun stuff and every now and then posts fun random stuff)

@dandebbfan (posts random cool stuff about her interests that are fun to see)

@saucelys (FUNKY ART PERSON WHO DOES FUNKY ART THINGS AND OTHER STUFF AAAGAGAGA)

thats all i can think of rn. i'll probs add more later but for now we ball B)

[kaibacorpbros]

◇ Hi all (anyone who's still here) I know I made a post previously and put in my pinned post that I've only really been active on my multifandom multimuse blog but wanted to make another one because I didn't want to be another blog that vanishes without a trace or no explanation (and then also for myself because it eats at me when plotlines go unfinished).

So anyway, the ygo rpc has been pretty inactive (at least from what I can tell and by blogs I could see myself interacting with) so that largely is why I've ventured elsewhere. Also have been just having brainrot for other fandoms and muses in general.

Some cliff notes of how I wanted things to go/end for the bros though:

-After a lot of Dimension experimentation Seto would find a way to create a device that would be able to re-create the overloading experience he had when traveling to Atem's dimension but in a digestible way that wouldn't borderline break someone's mind.

-This is finished on New Year's and Seto tracks Mokuba down late at night as the younger is taking the last of the trains back to the hotel he was staying at for the holidays. Mokuba is hesitant, but hopeful at the sight of his brother.

-Seto explains all the work he's done to create this device so Mokuba can know what it was like and why Seto felt like he wasn't able to talk about all he saw. Mokuba starts to get upset again, thinking Seto will once again just use a bunch of gadgets instead of properly talking to him and treating him like an equal. Seto quickly assures him that the device is only there if Mokuba wants to use it, but through this research and time away Seto has realized where he screwed up and that while he did have a valid reason for finding his trip to Atem's dimension impossible to talk about (he gives a few examples of the worlds that really messed him up mentally) he should have been more upfront with Mokuba about why and that he wasn't trying to hide things from him and shouldn't have tried to shield Mokuba from the ugly side of things or treat him like a little kid.

He apologizes and promises to treat Mokuba like an equal now that they are both much older than they used to be.

-Mokuba tackles him in a hug and they leave together as the snow continues to fall. Later, Mokuba does try the device at least for a little bit and then fully realizes the gravity of what Seto was exposed to.

-Mokuba goes on to be very involved in theater costume creation and design and becomes well known for it once he reaches his mid-20s. Around that time he also finds and befriends a stray dog who he names Shiro. He lives in America for a lot of the year due to the film and theater industry there but whenever he has a project in Japan he stays with Seto always. He visits often too. They more or less live happily ever after though there are always new challenges but the super dangerous part of their lives is over and they charge forward to their futures.

Sounds pretty flat when summed up like that but wanted it out there just for the sake of it.

It's been fun ygo fandom, so glad this is what got me into rping properly and it was so nice to make the friends I did here. If any of my mutuals would like to add me on disc.rd just shoot me an IM and I'll give you my username. I won't say I'll never come back as it seems ygo never fully leaves you haha, but for now, indefinitely I will mostly be over on @shallliveoninsong

[thecoffeelorian]

Fandom Friday, 07/05: Fanart

Hello again, everyone...and welcome to another Fandom Friday: Fanart Edition.

Let me first begin by thanking everyone who stuck by me last week during my grieving period, specifically for Jecki and Yord from 'The Acolyte', and wasn't too embarrassed enough to unfollow me. You've been more than patient as well as good to me, so I hope not to let such positive things in my life go to waste.

Second, now that I'm in a better headspace, and certainly don't mean to make this a negative habit any time soon...here are the fandom recs for the week. Let's get started!

THE ACOLYTE

The Acolyte Fanart--By @wendydoodles

THE HIGH REPUBLIC

The High Republic Fanart--By @orionis13

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanart--By @firelance2361

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @carhorno

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @dib-dab-art-attack

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @locitapurplepink

STAR WARS REBELS

Star Wars Rebels Fanart--By @swordbladeknight7

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanart--By @aka-lorterian

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every week, highlight those artists who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the artists a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget…this post will be continued in its second half: the Fanfiction Edition.

Thank you, good morning, and I'll see you in the next post!

The No Pressure Tag List: @musicalselaw @gun-roswell @callsign-denmark @melymigo @saphiranishimurashan

@theosb0rnway @hastalavistabyebye @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod @vincili @tlmtwelve

@bbtechsimp @thatflatfrog @algo-o-nada @ankossss @tazmbc1

@yeehawgeek @tech-aficionado @exquisitesarcasm @korribanarchive @msknight10

@sharpasanaro @that-gay-jedi @badbatchposts @quietgingerfangirl @sunshinechildskywalker

@universitysunflowers @littlefeatherr @riverside-of-neverland @pastasmoothie @cyberscorch

@ilovemedia @cinnamonsugar-pretzel @brownielocks69 @here-comes-the-moose @skellymom

@lilithastar @maxims-multifandom-corner @serinzatravel-blog @rott1ngbra1n @snap-my-kneecaps and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new and interesting works around the fandom.

[the-wanderer-2022]

Feather Serpent Goddess - Chapter 5 (Dark Namor x Reader)

(Please note you can find the Masterlist for this series at the top of my blog)

Taglist: @historygeekqueen @bontensbabygirl @midnightman123 @imlikefrhungry @naiomiwinchester @zooni92802 @ohantonia @astrospunutt @omgsuperstarg @aslutforscarletwitch99 @multifandom-boss-bitch @tzurue @gardenof-venus @zheezs14 @bookfrog242 @honestlyka @weaponb33 @angel-bi666 @telepathic-queer

“Where is he?” Attuma asks.

Namora is picturesque, gnarled and bent.

“You think I am a fool Namora. But I have been playing this game longer than you. I know what he has down there.”

“And if he finds you here when he comes back up, punishment will ensue.”

“If he found out what we were planning, the punishment will be worse,” Attuma counters, his aged eyes solemn.

There is a period of silence, where there is no sound but the dripping of the water from the stalactites.

“For years, we have succeeded in keeping them apart,” Attuma says, his voice dipping to a whisper. “Why has this become a problem now?”

“He claims to have a bond with her,” Namora says. “Claims to be able to feel her when she’s in the water.”

“What say you?”

“I say he is weaker without her and I do not want to challenge his power if he succeeds in consummating their union. It is just right now Attuma.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“Think old friend. If he unites with her, not only will we no longer be his closest council, but he will be harder to take down. Is that what we want? He is nothing but a man but we treat him as a god. We have come too far to jeopardize our heritage for one girl.”

As he weighs her words, he finds himself nodding in agreement.

“Then what is our next move?”

“We have been too lenient with the girl,” Namora snaps. “Keeping them apart is not enough, they will always find each other again. We need to take more permanent action.”

“You can’t mean . . .”

“But I do. And we will.”

-

“(Y/N), don’t give up . . .”

His face appears like an angel cloaked in light, his hands feel rough on her skin but she has felt them a thousand times before and they are no less soothing now.

“Papa?”

“Don’t give up . . .” How is his face so vivid? It is like it has fallen away and is now a window to his soul, a soul in love, a love that loves her and always has.

“Papa . . .” She was going to speak. She had so much to say. But when she tries to speak she has no mouth. She tries to reach for her face, but she has no eyes. She tries to picture her Papa’s face again but that beautiful soul is gone. She has no eyes. She has nothing but a window to a world she cannot touch or hold in anyway. She has nothing but the weight of mortal terror and the echo of his words.

(Y/N), it’s going to be alright.

-

The coastline is eerily silent. Eerily silent. There is no doubt he will come for her. He has waited too long not to, but for a brief moment before Kukulcan emerges, Chimal wonders if she has made a mistake. Even though she had to make a move, was this too soon?

All thoughts of doubt are purged from her mind when Namor rises from the waves. His eyes are narrowed like a hawk, fixed like an eagle upon her. The pawn has been moved. There is no turning back.

“Is she alright?” He asks.

“As you can see.”

He strides closer as if he had forgotten whose idea this deal was in the first place.

“You know that is not what I mean. I know of the pain a parasite can inflict on its host.”

A hoarse laugh. “A parasite? You wound me. I brought her out of the palace prison. You would have needed an army to breach it.”

“And now here you stand,” Namor says, his lips twitching in a malevolent smirk. “Outside of Wakanda. I am curious demon. What is your back up plan? What stops me from just taking you now and forcing you to leave?”

“Because she would die. Immediately,” Chimal enunciates. “You know this. Yet you want to have it both ways. But I am giving you an ultimatum. She’s important to me but not as important as him. Now hand him over. Or watch your beloved goddess burn in my fury.”

He shrugs. Almost as if it doesn’t matter.

Almost as if he expected it. She feels as if she should be behind a wall even though she knows that she could exit this body in a second.

“As you wish.”

He makes a low whistle, and three figures emerge from the water. Namora, one of his closest advisors, another unnamed female, and the prize.

And then (Y/N), who had all this time been silent roars to life.

“What is this . . .”

Attempts to push her down are only partially successful as Chimal jerks her head.

“Bring him closer.”

“You can’t do this . . . I won’t let you do this . . .”

For the prize is a boy. And he is a boy, not even of mature age, whose eyes glance no higher than the sand and whose stature is wearied from something heavy. So strong is her anguish that Chimal could almost pass it off as her own.

“I won’t let you possess my brother!” She shouts.

“Silence!”

“You got what you wanted,” Namor says. “Now relinquish control of the body.”

“Not so fast. A spirit needs a body to move after all. When I have taken full control of her brother, I will relinquish control. Can’t have you kicking me off planet Earth now can I?”

She takes his silence as authorization, and the process begins with the skin steaming and the glowing eyes.

Not two seconds later, the unnamed female raises her spear, hurtling it towards (Y/N).

Chapter 6

[tonight-i-may-see]

Hi guys, I wanna be more active on this blog so I think I'm gonna give in and finally make this blog multifandom. I'll make a reintroduction in an hour or so, but my layout and username will stay the same.

So what will I be posting?

I want to post more art, but I do intend on getting back into writing

right now I'm super into horror again, particularly the lost boys (1987) so that will be what I'm posting (you may have noticed I've already started rbing them LMAO)

Anyway hi its still Leo I'm back and I'm gay as fuck HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

[karamell-sweetz]

welcome to my blog!

time to remake my info post :D | last updated 16 september 2024

BASICS

my name is karamell! its a pleasure to meet ya :D

i go by she/her and am cis female :3 not too fussed abt pronouns tho!

at present i am 17, my birthday is the 16th of june. i’m australian + filipino, so sorry if i post something at an ungodly hour for your timezone lmao

this blog will be for my fandom reblogs, art and countless ramblings! i have a separate account dedicated to undertale multiverse content -> @karamellz-multiverse-l0g (i don’t post there a lot because undertale is on the backburner for now!) i’m currently aiming to get into an animation course for university, so all my art is working towards that :3

i am also self-appointed chairwoman of the rui kamishiro fanclub! not that that’s too important… but i like saying it lol

BYF

i don’t tag my reblogs/queue usually so uhh good luck poring through that >< all of my original posts are tagged for convenience though, you can find my tags in the search bar :3

in relation to that i’m VERY multifandom so srry if you get bombarded with stuff that doesn’t relate to you haha! but hopefully you’ll like the stuff i rb too, i’m a firm believer in the power of brainrot spreading and most of my fandoms are from the same niche anyway!

i dont have a dni because realistically i cant rlly control who sees my stuff, but if you or the stuff you post make me uncomfortable i’ll just block you. no hard feelings <3

FANDOMS + FAV LIST

project sekai - rui kamishiro, tsukasa tenma, wxs, n25, okay actually its everyone i love proseka soo much

vocaloid - miku, una + deco*27, n-buna, kikuo, pinocchio-p, inabakumori, picco, harumakigohan, maiki-p

d4dj - unichørd, hapiara, lyrilily

bandori - pasupa, morfonica, hhw, ras

enstars - trickstar, alkakurei

love live - rina tennoji, shioriko mifune, hanamaru kunikida, ruby kurosawa, you watanabe, ayumu uehara

fragaria memories - romarriche

milgram - amane, yuno, mahiru

undertale (utmv) - xtale, ink, murder time trio

danganronpa - shuichi saihara, kaede akamatsu, k1-b0

twisted wonderland - heartslabyul (deleted the game because UGH the grind)

denonbu - harajuku district

revue starlight - lalafin, karen, aruru (i love all of them tho)

cookie run kingdom - had a very minor fling with this one so you won’t see it a lot

genshin impact - also minor fling, have not played past liyue. solely here for the banger character designs

mcyt (idk if i’ll reblog anything from here but i know a little bit of the dsmp lore and am attempting to understand life series??)

other things you may see: lalaloopsy + other doll lines from that era, mlp, warrior cats, cute art i think is nice, lunime gacha games (i was very much a ‘gacha kid’ back in its prime), puyo puyo, writing stuff, THE COLOUR PINK, webcore, memes, cool crafts, yorushika, other teenage girl things idk

TAGS

karamell yells - ramblings and random stuff, may include headcanons and analysis

karamell doodles - my art! mostly fanart at the moment

karamell’s wips - works in progress (stuff i’ll never finish probably)

karamell’s pocket - posts i want to come back to

karamell gaming - random game screenshots

karamell rolls the gacha - my gacha pulls of varying luck

karamell’s mailbox - asks, submissions, tag games, all that fun stuff

karamell’s rq pile - drawing requests (which are always open btw, feel free to send some in if you’d like!)

karamell stop missing the blonde clown - thirsty? brainrot posts about tsukasa tenma because boy do i love him

karamell’s confections - various big projects (videos, edits, etc). all the cool stuff i make that isn’t normal art basically

karamell’s burning pile of ocs - see image below:

(utmv submissions for this will be posted on my sideblog)

UPDATE: the number is now 350 instead of 244!

when in doubt. rui scribble - various random scribbles of rui kamishiro because i like drawing him

karamell asks a question - mostly polls and stuff i need help with

say hi to my sideblog guys - self rbs from my utmv sideblog @/karamellz-multiverse-l0g. just for a little bump! :)

TAGS FOR MINI-SERIES

karamell’s project precure au - project sekai x precure (updates never)

wxs revue au - project sekai x revue starlight (updates randomly)

karamell’s birthday treat cafe - food-themed fandom birthday drawings (on break for a bit)

kamikou seniors trio - tsukasa ena rui posts because i want them to hang out

the mizuruiena agenda continues - mizuki rui ena hanging out

rui dress agenda - rui in dresses what did you expect

rui fanclub sekai - read my blog description. just silly things about a hypothetical rui fanclub

FIND ME!

youtube - karamell-sweetz!

tiktok - karamell.sweetz

pinterest - mirai_spxrk

art fight - karamellxsweetz

FRIEND ID (GLOBAL SERVERS ONLY)

bandori - 4636316 (karamellxshowtime!) (i might be out of friend space tho)

d4dj - ffzoJpPf (mirai.chørd)

project sekai - 168505012555628545 (karamellxshowtime)

enstars - 7709727947 (karamelloid)

starira - 1324761851 (revue.sweetz)

that should be all. enjoy your stay on my silly little corner of the internet!! 🫶

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Testing! Testing!... welcome! My name is Latte and no, that's not my actual name but i prefer to be call as Latte or Mod Latte and as you may know, i love to make arts and making fanfiction! I'm also a multifandom so i love many kind of fandoms.

Right now, i'm obsessed with Smiling Critters, Welcome Home and Undertale! I even made a Smiling Critters AU but it's not done yet~ i'm also helping a friend of mine in making the Smiling Psychopaths! It's like a lil project group 😉

Also, i'm an indonesian person 🇮🇩 and i would prefer that you used They/Them for my pronouns, still not comfortable enough to show my real gender haha! If you want to ask some questions about my Smiling Critters AU (Sweet&Candy) then you may! Or just random ask is also fine.

Anyway, this is what Mod Latte look like

Haha, yep! I'm a black troublemaker ghostie and i can also shapeshift my body whatever i want. Anyway, that is all from me! See you on the other side, My spooky friend 😎 *vanish*