#ayoko na.

[fiiniky]

wild life gem

[klien2000]

Ang merown tyo 4 2days vidyow izzz mga baklatitang in labzzzz!!! shjakwdskjsnsj bwakenangshet pare yoko na'ng pumasok ihhh,,,,

~Close your eyes, dry your tears

'Cause when nothing seems clear

You'll be safe here from the sheer weight

Of your doubts and fears

Weary heart, you'll be safe here~

[sunkissedlouis]

he 😳

[kaeladrawsstuff]

man.

[sillysnack]

nothing a date can’t fix

— saiki kusuo x reader (gn, 2nd pov)

— summary: Something’s bothering you, Saiki knows that. He doesn’t know the specifics, and neither do you want to indulge him in your problems. Is a spontaneous café date going to help?

— notes: ok this is originally for my self insert 😆 #crazy and this is insanely self-indulgent....!! not beta read! none of my works are

— things: ooc saiki kusuo me thinks... fluff? semi-established relationship

“Saiki.”

At this point in your relationship, you had suspicions of Saiki having powers. You didn’t push it, though. Saiki must’ve kept it secret for a reason.

For that, his appreciation for you grows a little more every day he spends with you. He’ll tell you once you two label the relationship.

After you mentioned his name, Saiki turns to you. His expression was unreadable as ever. Yours, however, was clear as day. You were upset about... something.

“Do you... want to go stop by Café Mami? I know we’re supposed to just head straight home today and you probably aren’t in the mood to go out right now, but–”

Before you could ramble any further, Saiki replies, “Of course.” ... Your thoughts and words were going at the same speed and shared the same nervous tone, Saiki needed to press pause on at least one of them. He’s glad both stopped.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Thanks. I’ll buy you coffee jelly.”

A smile makes its way to Saiki’s face. Even if it was only for a short time, your heart swelled with joy at the sight.

The walk towards Café Mami was silent. Usually, Saiki wouldn’t mind the silence. Hell, he even liked the comfortable silence that accompanied you both in your walks home, but something felt off.

“Is something bothering you?”

You look at Saiki. “Mm? No. I’m fine.”

... Saiki didn’t need his telepathy to pick up on the fact that you weren’t fine. The fact you were suspicious of his powers wasn’t helping, either. Saiki would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him, hearing and seeing you upset yet unable to help you.

“Stop thinking about it.” Was what Saiki heard as he peered into your thoughts. As well as, “Just need to spend time with Saiki, and it’ll all be fine. No need to talk about it.”

What was the it that seemed to bother you so much? Saiki hopes you’ll tell him once you two are at Café Mami.

...

“Saiki, Y/N! Welcome! What can I get for you two?”

You smile at Mera. “Two coffee jellies, thanks. Ah, make it three.” Mera nods as she takes note of your order.

“Three?”

You turn to Saiki before answering, “One for me, two for you.”

“Thank you, you’re godsent. Are you okay?”

You bite your inner cheek, unsure how to answer Saiki. You found no use in lying to him. He’s probably hearing your thoughts at the moment.

You’re right, I am.

You shake your head.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head again.

You watch as Saiki takes out a small ring from his pocket and slips it on.

“You wear rings?”

“Sometimes.”

You look at the ring around Saiki’s finger. It was a nice silver with blue in the middle, you couldn’t tell what gem it was, but you thought it looked nice on Saiki.

Of course, you were unaware of the main purpose of the ring; to block out Saiki’s telepathy. You didn’t want to talk about your problems, but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about it. Saiki wears the ring so he doesn’t unknowingly pry into your private life.

It’s silent between you two again, but Saiki can feel the previous cloud of discomfort that loomed over you vanishing. He exhales.

You yawn. “Do you mind if I... lean on your shoulder a little bit?”

Saiki shakes his head. He didn’t mind the action; it wasn’t necessarily a display of affection. You were sleepy and Saiki isn’t just going to let you rest your head on the table, that surface is for dessert only. He isn’t going to let you strain your neck in some uncomfortable position that other people seemed to put themselves in just to catch up on sleep.

There weren’t a lot of familiar faces in Café Mami as well. Even if someone from PK were to show up, he could easily wake you up.

Lastly, Saiki likes the peaceful look on your face when you nap on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Kusuo.” You rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. “Wake me up when the coffee jelly’s here?”

Saiki nods. He’s considering taking off the ring once he’s sure he can’t read your thoughts, but that would mean hearing the thoughts of others around you two.

With the ring on, it’s silent. Peaceful. Saiki can focus his attention better to you without the unwanted thoughts he’s constantly hearing.

Perhaps I’ll wear it for a few more minutes.

Saiki looks at you and smiles. He doesn’t know (yet) what’s bothering you, but, he knows he’ll help you in any way he can. If the help you want right now is to spend time with him in a café, then be it.

Saiki fiddles with the ring on his finger. He thinks, I hope you’ll be okay soon.

A few minutes pass and from a distance, Saiki sees Mera approaching their booth with three servings of coffee jelly, his eyes light up at the sight.

Saiki gently shrugs his shoulder, waking you up.

“Coffee jelly’s here.”

You two watch as Mera places the coffee jelly in front of you; more on Saiki waiting excitedly while you’re... excited because he’s excited.

“Order’s complete! Enjoy, you two.”

You nod. “Thanks, Mera.” You slide the two cups of coffee jelly to Saiki.

“Where’s my spoon?”

You grin. “In my hand. Say “ahh”!”

Saiki frowns. “I am not going to be spoonfed. Never in a million years.”

You laugh and dip the spoon in one of Saiki’s coffee jellies. “Of course you aren’t. Here,” you slide the coffee jelly closer to Saiki. “At least let me take a photo of you?”

Good grief. “Fine.”

You take out your phone and point it towards Saiki.

“Do I pose?”

You answer him, “Do whatever you want. It’s not like I’m posting these. I’ll probably just make it my wallpaper.”

Saiki rolls his eyes. He takes a spoonful of coffee jelly and smiles, the exact moment you were hoping to capture– which you successfully do.

Saiki didn’t need to take off his ring to tell that you were feeling much, much better by then.

[hrtzstargirl]

Guys who plays valorant here? Can some1 carry me plz, I'm lose streak fr

Buhatin nyo aq plz lang, I'm iron 2😭

[skrimblo]

kabanata 7: si simoun

[unwri-ten]

✮. 🎀 𝓟𝓤𝑇𝓐𝓝𝓖𝓘𝓝𝓐 🎀 .✮

😍💞💘 𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙆 𝙉𝙂 𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂💔💏💖

[on3th1rds]

mahiwagang salamin, kailan ba niya aaminin ang kanyang tunay na pagtingin?

⊹₊ ⋆ bini "salamin, salamin" mv; 2024 ⋆ ₊⊹

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey! I really enjoy everything you write! :) Can I request a blurb with Daemon and Stark!Reader in which she tells him she's with child and his reaction to the news? Thank you so much! ❤️

Moon Cycle

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: He smiles, reaching out to me, "so, are we having a dragonling?"

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (reader in heat?, emotional fucking, she cries mid fucking, spitting, vaginal penetration, degradation kink, biting, breeding kink?), feminism has fled me fam, soft!daemon kinda, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HI THIS OPENS WITH SMUT COS 🙈 MINORS DNI you said you wanted a blurb nonnie but i say i want to write a whole fic (: cos my targ x stark duo have called to me again I HOPE YOURE OK WITH THE SMUT DAMN YOU SHOULDNT BE READING ANY OF MY STARK!READER FICS IF YOU ARENT T_T Tagging: @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda @moonmaiden1996 @thatmysteriousblog @pinksirensong @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @sloanexx @nyctophilic0vitnir I'm too lazy to put all the parts so please be advised this follows a whole universe though i would think you could still read it by itself :D here's its masterlist cos of course it has a masterlist it got too big and my head was fried previous fic p3 | Stark!Reader Masterlist

It hurt. It's been hurting.

Every fucking moon, I go from wanting to butcher Daemon for, well... being Daemon, for strutting around with his big head and puffed chest, or should I say, following me around with his big head and puffed chest, to very literally getting on my hands and knees with tears in my eyes begging him to make me feel better.

Because it hurts.

It fucking hurts so bad, because I want him.

There was a pressure in my belly, an ache between my thighs that I couldn't fucking rid of by myself. My treacherous body wanted, no needed, no pleaded-- groveled for him.

And normally, if Daemon laughed at me or called me names, I'd pay him back worse with pettier tomfoolery. But never like this. Never when my eyes were blown at the sight of him towering over me while I'm lied in bed, never when I was very much so at his mercy, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting ever so patiently. Waiting like his--

"Pretty little eager whore," he traced my lips with two of his fingers and slowly brought them in my mouth.

My heart was pounding so hard that by entire body was vibrating. My tongue swirled around his fingers as he pushed my jaw down.

I was doing a pretty good job at obeying, in keeping my hands on the side of the bed, gripping the sheets for dear deliverance, and not touching him though I so badly wanted to.

My legs were wrapped around him, unwilling, absolutely selfishly, haughtily, greedily refusing to let him go. His furious, hard member was so tragically left uninvited in my eager baby house. Yes, my maniacal fucking womb that has been overriding my brain in decisions every moon. Every. Single. Moon. where, regretfully, I have been without the prize it so eagerly wants to get... so to speak.

"Look at you," my husband presses with his body, bound in muscles I so desired to be ripped apart with. His body, burning like molten dragon fire, hotter still against my skin that burned for him. The feel of him was so blistering in these moments that I, in fact, no longer could be proud of my own heat that has kept me warm in the harsh winters in the North.

His fingers in my mouth pushes my tongue down, "you would let me do anything to you."

The sound that leaves my open mouth would not have been a sound any sane person would make. And yet I made it a point to even nod my head at his words.

I let out another disturbingly lewd sound when he hisses and rocks himself against me in response.

I arch my back. I rip at the sheets. I close my mouth and suck on his fingers. I use my entire body to tell him how fucking badly I need this, how desperate I was to have him have his way with me. Anyway way with me. Please.

Daemon growls, "gōntan nyke epagon ao naejot bībagon, ao rene?" Did I ask you to suck, you slut?

My stomach burned at the recognition of his crude words. They were, in truth, the few ones I could make out because of how often he uses them on me.

Daemon's long, silver hair spills over to me as he leans and curls his lip in disdain, "open your mouth, haughty bitch."

I open my mouth for him, as I was his haughty bitch.

He pulls his fingers out and I feel the warmth of his fingers as he squeezes my jaw. I begin to allow my mouth to relax and slowly close, but that was my mistake.

"Open!" he barks, tightening his grip on me.

My belly drops and the pulse in between my legs intensifies. I open my mouth and dart my tongue out to my lower lip.

Daemon licks his own glistening mouth and chin, shining still from the desperate release I had embarrassingly quickly when he kissed my delirious womanhood. He then pulls his tongue back in and I watch as his Adam's apple bobs. Then, he lazily turns his violet eyes at me like I was the most uninteresting thing in the world and spits into my throat.

I should not have made the sound that I did, but I did, and I eagerly swallowed his thick spit.

Daemon goes wild. His hands claw at my breasts as he rocks his hips against mine and moans like he ran 50 miles, "fucking hell, my love."

I whine when he takes my hands and puts it on him, wordlessly giving me the dominion on his body I had been longing for. I eagerly relish his skin. I touch him everywhere, hands clawing and rubbing his taut back, crying out at the texture of his skin I sought to memorize with my palms.

Daemon sinks his head next to mine as he shifts above me, allowing me to suckle on his prized shoulder like a hungry babe.

His fingers dig into my fleshy thighs and when he finally grants me some form of relief by entering me, his words nearly go deaf to me with my needy squeak. He mutters against my ear, "you're so washed up by the need to be bred, I almost feel bad for you."

I rip at his scalp when he begins to thrust into me.

"Almost," he chuckles, "I do say, I like you best when you're cock drunk and broken by me."

I pant against him and pull him closer, as if he wasn't the closest he could be already, "Daemon, ᵈ𝐚ｅм𝑜ภ, pleeeaaaase- wan you- wan- so-soooo bad-"

He kisses my cheek, "I know." He lifts himself up and I whine, fighting against him, not wanting him to move away. He shushes me like a child, scolding me for clawing at him. He swats my hands away as he pushes my legs into my chest. He repeats rather impatiently, "I know, ñuha jorrāelagon, but you have to let me work."

I throw my head back with my hands, lamenting his loss. My eyes begin to water in my desperation, "darling, please."

Daemon huffs as he quickens his pace, folding me like a piece of paper, rutting into me with purpose. The sound of his brutalizing echoes in our empty chambers. It is clouded by my pathetic sobs and moans, as well as the prince's sore displeasure, "such a spoiled brat. You cannot have everything all the time."

My mind is reduced to nothing but pain and pleasure.

Truly like a brat, saddened over the fact I could not reach and press against my husband as he fucks me into oblivion, my mouth quivers as my tears stain my cheeks. But at the same time, so excited and so pleasured by his rough hands and his thick girth ramming into me, my very same mouth that was quivering was calling out in ecstasy.

I ripped at my own hair then. I was so feral and there was nothing better to do. I screw my eyes shut, neck straining with desperate calls for my love.

Daemon locks his grip on my hip bones and chastises me for my tears, "you dare complain to your prince when I've been generous to such a whore?" He heaves deeper and thrusts sharper into me. My voice is unstable as I scream out because of it.

"I ought to come in your mouth to teach you a lesson," he growls, making it a point to dig his fingers into me, intent on leaving bruises.

My eyes shoot open, my lashes laces with tears. I shake my head and whine, "please, please, no, no-"

"Then thank me for my generosity."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

I continue to thank him as I continue my descent to madness. I begin to clench against him. Daemon hisses as leans forward, hands sinking into the cushion by my sides, allowing him to pivot so deliciously and brutally into my sopping heat.

I groan as I reach for his face, reaching back to his nape, hell bent on pulling his hair and riding my incoming high.

"Daemon," I hoarsely whisper, "please."

"Yes, pretty girl," Daemon mutters, "I'll give your tight cunny what it wants so desperately," his one hand reaches down to my thigh, "kesan mazverdagon ao māzigon sȳz." I will make you come good.

Nothing but strangled breathing and obscene noises are left for a long moment.

And then.

My body coils around him. My stomach tightens. My legs constrict. My head thrashes back. My neck strains. My jaw drops. My voice cracks.

And then I grow rigid and hot and wild and absolutely relieved. I call out to him as my tears prick in the corner of my eyes and my nails dig into his flesh.

And then the sensation is intensified by the fullness of him erupting into me. Daemon comes with a thick string of cusses and an even thicker string of hotness, unrelentingly focused on reaching the very depths of my flesh, of my entire fucking being.

I wail like the maddened woman I am, his melted ragdoll, his starved bride, cunt clamoring for cock.

In his constant drive to destroy, he tramples into me until all my delight ripples into sharp stabs of discomfort. But it doesn't last very long until his tempo loses its pace and the terseness of his form mimics my liquified one. With his body aflame and pulse racing, Daemon sinks down onto me, pressing together our two chests, fighting for air.

I seal him in my limbs and tightly pull him into me, even though we were both overheating at this point.

Daemon's hot breath sears my neck but I don't care, I cradle his head and adjust my legs around him, needing him there, needing him to stay, needing to be full of him.

He calls out my name between exhales and kisses my jaw, he speaks to me in High Valyrian, something, I knew, meant he was not going to run away. I don't care. I wasn't about to let him go. He was staying here. He was staying here. I need him here.

He sighs as he brushes his nose against me. He must have felt the dampness of my tears, which was why he began to lick on my skin. He lifts his head as much as he could with me still pulling him down. He looks at me, "are you alright, pretty wife?"

I loosen my hold a fraction to turn to him. I readily nod. I take his face in my hands and pepper him with kisses, "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-"

He silences me by pressing his lips on mine. He rubs his nose against mine before sinking his face down again, "don't thank me yet. We may well continue with this song and dance next moon cycle, or tomorrow," he chuckles, "not that I'm complaining."

I trail kisses on his shoulder, kissing the war scars on his skin, "I love you so much, Daemon, thank you."

He laughs, making me whimper. Daemon rubs his face against mine, confessing in his mother tongue the same sentiment, "avy jorrāelan." He breathes out in self-satisfaction, "remember this feeling when we're not joined to the hip. You would do anything for me."

"Anything," I mumble back. I then tighten my grip at his indirect threat to pull out of me, "you're not allowed to leave. Never. Never."

Daemon laughs again, pulling his head up, nipping at my lip, "what a brat."

"Don't fucking call me that," I snap raising a finger at him.

Not even a whole day has passed and Daemon was already extremely disappointed that my hedonistic want for him dissipated, was nonexistent really, especially after hearing his plans to bring my wolf, Havoc, off with him to a fucking banquet.

I roughly adjust the ties of his dress shirt on him. Daemon watches as I do this, lips curved into a smile, "you liked it last night."

"That was because you weren't spitting out nonsense."

"Oh," he takes one of my hands, "but I did spit in your mouth."

I glare as I rip my hand back, hitting him with his coat before helping him put it on.

Daemon licks his lips as he chuckles and allows me to finish dressing him. He pushes my hair back and tilts his head as he puts his sleeves on, "I'll keep her outside. I promise."

I ignore him as I button down his coat.

"Havoc wouldn't attack-"

"You." I cut him off, turning to him with an annoyed expression. I shake my head, "it took her ages to even tolerate the people here. You think it's a good idea for her to be taken to a strange land at a house you're meant to be the king's envoy?"

Daemon makes a face as I drag him by the arm to the chair of my vanity. He winces when I roughly brush his hair in distaste. He groans, "gently."

I glare at him from the mirror and rip at his head.

He repels the action and crosses his arms, "you know well enough that if it is I my brother is sending as an envoy, he means to send a message. And not of a pleasant sort."

"So? Bring Caraxes," I say as I hand him the brush and gather the hair at the top of his head.

He pouts, "but they already know we have dragons. I want to show them my wife's beast."

I roll my eyes as I tie his hair.

"Come with me then."

I scoff, "aren't you the same man that convinced the maesters to tell me off for even breathing because you're convinced I'm with child?"

"Well," Daemon smirks, "when you woke up unwanting to fuck, I figured I might have done the trick last night."

I drop my hands to his shoulders after finishing styling his hair, "you know, just because I wasn't so eager this morning, doesn't mean I don't want to-"

I don't even get to finish as Daemon stands and grabs my face.

I step back when he leans in to kiss me and push him off, saying the few of his native speech that I knew "gīda ilagon, doru-borto zaldrīzes." Calm down, stupid dragon.

He hums, "I love it when you talk to me like this."

I am unable to dodge his attack further and sigh against his kiss. Before I could let him undo all the work I put in dressing him, I push him back, "Daemon, you have places to be."

He narrows his eyes, faux thinking, then shakes his head. "I really don't," he mutters.

I whimper when his hand darts between my thighs, forcing itself to my core even with my skirt on.

When I don't push him off, Daemon sinks into my neck and laughs, "I see..." he licks my skin, "you're still my needy bitch."

"Daemon..."

He pulls back, taking his hands with him, smiling as he brings his arms behind his back, "then I shall leave happily, knowing you will suffer without me."

I feel my stomach burn, both in spite and need.

Daemon smiles as he presses a quick kiss on my lips and walks off, "see you in a week, my love."

"A week?" I call, "but it takes 3 days on dragon back."

"Ah... but I fear Caraxes is too tired as of late," he marches across the room, "I must take the horses. Or actually, perhaps I should walk. Poor steeds, overworked as it is."

"When did you start to fucking care?" I hiss.

"Today," he chuckles.

I scoff, crossing my arms, "walk then! See if I care."

I did very much care.

I cared oh so very, very much, especially when he had not returned home after 8 days. Especially after learning the news the moron's hunch was correct, and I was, in fact with child.

I got so restless over the idea of not only carrying a life inside my belly, but with the one where the degenerate cretin must have walked to prove a point, to spite me. It was driving me insane. What if he ran into trouble? What if he got lost? What if he died?

Havoc could not bare to be apart from me after the day the maesters told me the news. I had gotten so anxious that she got so anxious, very much so that she did not let anyone near me, not that I wanted anyone near me in the first place.

What I wanted was the fucker who did this to me. I needed him to come back to- to... us.

Today, I was at the dragon pit, seriously debating taking Caraxes to find his stupid master. Would he even let me ride him without Daemon? Don't know. Will he even know what the fuck I want him to do? Probably not. But here I was at the dragon pit, face to face with a dragon keeper, speaking at me with a language I did not understand with not only a restless me, but a restless direwolf and a restless dragon. Not my brightest moments, but I was rather desperate as of late, if you couldn't already tell.

I wrapped my arms around myself as the man that cared for the overgrown fire lizards explained something to me slowly. Caraxes may have disagreed with what he said, considering that he began to hiss.

It was a series of tense events after another at this point.

The next thing I knew, Havoc was going insane, growling and barking at Caraxes out of nowhere.

I bark at her and point a finger, "down girl!"

Havoc's ears shift back but she continues to snarl.

I turn to where her eyes are locked, at Caraxes, who was shaking his head and whining. He snarls and steps back slowly, blowing smoke through his nostrils until he was laid down. He makes a screeching nose as he drops his head in front of me.

Havoc finally calms, literally shoving the dragon keeper away in order to come to Caraxes and lick his face.

I watch in confused horror of what just happened, what was happening, then turn to the dragon keeper as he exclaims and throws his hands up.

I let out a sigh as I inch close to the direwolf and the dragon, placing a hand on each of their bodies, stroking them, "that's right... gīda ilagon, be calm, the both of you."

"Princess."

I turn at the sound of the call. I suck in a sharp breath, shoulders dropping in relief when I see the smug face that I do.

"You fucker," I mutter through tears, gathering my skirt up and walking over to man who was already walking over to me. I pick up my pace and jog to him, scowling as I did.

The ass stops in his tracks and laughs. He smiles, reaching out to me, "so, are we having a dragonling?"

Daemon grunts when I jump into his arms. He latches onto me and breathes in deeply, pulling me up until my feet left the floor, "oh foolish girl. So worked up for nothing."

"You were gone for eight days, Daemon!"

"I said I'd be gone a week," he sets me down. He pulls back and rubs my lips with his thumb, "it's been a week."

I punch his chest, "it's been eight days!"

"Same thing," he grunts and recoils, breaking into a laugh. "Fine," he grabs my hand and tugs me close to him, "you have my apologies," he kisses the back of my hand, "but... you've not answered me though."

Daemon purses his lips into as smile. He places his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I scowl at him as he pushes my hair back. I reach out to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. His smile magnifies, "have you made me a kepa, darling?"

His violet eyes twinkle when he asked this. The glint in his eyes is bright, not just because it held the telltale mischief it did normally, but also because, behind them, I could see his hope, I could see was looking forward to this, in knowing his hunch was right all along, smug fucker... my smug rotten fuck.

I bite my lower lip at the though. It is overwhelming real for me so suddenly. It was like my life was flashing before me. I feel tears prick in the corner of my eyes.

Daemon's expression goes lax. He releases a breath. He calls out my name softly. He speaks it in a way he has not done before. He says it as a means to comfort me. He says it in a tender way. He's misread my reaction.

He kisses my forehead, "It's alright. We haven't been trying for long. I'll make it up to you, darling. I don't want you to cry, unless you're begging for my-"

"I am with child."

His mouth ceases. His words go dry.

I release a chuckle as I feel my tears fog my vision, "I found out a few days ago and I've been frantic ever since."

Daemon releases a chuckle and shakes his head, "you're with child."

I nod as tears stream my cheeks.

He laughs and seals me into a hug, "well done!" He kisses my forehead.

I begin to choke on my tears.

"Oh, no more. Fret no longer," he tightens his arms around me, laughing again, "my wife has blessed me with a dragon."

My lips quiver, "Daemon, I started to think of the worst scenarios possible. I thought you died"

"Shhh," he pulls away to kiss my lips, "it takes a lot to kill me," he grins, "shall I fuck your fears away?"

I groan, "Daemon."

He laughs, pulling away, "you've made me a father, my whiny pup," he grabs my hands, "it's the least I could do."

I groan, "I'm being serious, Daemon."

"As am I!" he says, looking around in excitement. It seems he only now caught sight the two creatures across us, "has Havoc been licking Caraxes' face this whole time?"

[uwakroh]

I’m too busy reading to use tumblr effectively.

[urcrowley]

HAHAHDEUHFHFBRJIEFHAISRVNJOEFAN I CANT DCUJVKING DO THI ANEYMRE,,,,,,,,, THE FUCKING HANDS LOOK SO WONKY BRO WHAT THEFUIKK

[klien2000]

could you draw a Chibi Crowley and Chibi Aziraphale?

Idk if this ask is from my latest art post, but I did a quick doordle of them in chibi form alongside this biting one. Hope you like it! [⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]👍

[blue-iced-tea]

I got this thing in my nerves on how our teachers still have this obsession towards writing summary notes from these long ass chapters. Okay, I get the point about learning new knowledge and stuff, but I just finished 14 modules in Field Geology and now I have to write 3 chapters in Mineralogy.

IT'S SO FUCKING LONG

My wrist hurts

I can't draw again

FUCK THIS

WE ALREADY HAVE TECHNOLOGY SO WHAT GIVES???

[miiserableee]

( 𖤘 ) ▸ my oshi graduates ! : scaramouche x fem! reader !

y/n have grown up comforted by vtubers and her childhood bestfriend and now boyfriend: kunikuzushi ! suddenly , a week before , her current oshi is announced to be graduating ?! what the hell ?! kunikuzushi strives to comfort and knock some sense into her !!

( !!! ) mentions of vtuber semi addicted reader ?! reader is very assertive and straight forward ! reader loves icecream , and is a crybaby ! scara here is mentioned to be kunikuzushi ! ooc scara !! they age around late 20s !! MODERN au ! 1.6k words !!

YOU CRY , LiKE BORDERLiNE wail-cry . "What are you crying about ?" the question was asked for your well-being , since well , you've been crying since you woke up this morning . how can you not ? after seeing the tweet of your favorite vtuber's agency . said vtuber graduating after a month !

your heart drops again at the thought , it shatters and you struggle to see where the shards have gone . you stay there in bed , bawling your eyes out . you see his fellow vtubers he's befriended throughout his journey , tweet their well wishes . wishing him the best , respecting his decision .

you know , you knew , that they were all meant to graduate at one point . they can't stay a streamer their whole lives . you've witnessed and known of these graduations before . it's not new and it's not supposed to hurt you . it's most of the time , the streamers' decision .

as for your favorite vtuber's case , he said he wasn't burnt out , he was just , done . he said he tried his best to get back on his two feet , he tried , he really did . but it didn't work out as well as he thought it would . he said he had accumulated the decision of graduating months before .

and almost everyone in his community have long since known .

you weren't that attached to him to begin with honestly , you were more attached with his other fellow vtuber in the same wave . he was just really close with that vtuber so he caught your attention . you had your shit tons of laughs with his loud menacing laughter . you bawled your eyes out in his serious talks of serious things on streams . you loved how he viewed all his achievements . you loved him for who he was on stream and out of it .

you were always ready to support him with your everything .

and you still support him with this decision , he was leaving to live his life as a person of the world . to take care of his personal business . that doesn't stop you from chowing down on this bucket of ice cream and continuously crying though .

you stare at your computer screen , your chin on your boyfriend's shoulder . his tweet makes you cry even more . the tweets from his fellow close vtubers makes you wish you could say something to him too . well , you could . you cry again .

something lumping right on the very edges of your throat . you feel it hurt . and so you sob . what will become of his group now that he's going to be gone ? it's not like it can't function without him , it's just that , it wouldn't feel the same without him .

"Hey , Y/n . I swear . . ." you ignore your boyfriend and cry more . you've been hugging him since this morning and you haven't been letting go . he's been feeding you the ice cream and hugging you through it all .

"Scara will be gone . Kuni , I can't , it hurts so much ."

you wail in his arms and he only ever pulls at his patience to just sigh and pat your back for the umpteenth time today . he really doesn't get why you cry so much over this matter .

he reaches out for your chin and makes you look up . wiping your snot and tears with tissues he struggles to reach with you clinging to him like a newborn koala . you finally look at him properly , he seems to like that , with how he finally flips his frown into a smile . which only leads you to crying more and more .

"I'll miss Scara so much ."

he has been hearing this since earlier and it's been grating at his ears and he can't help but feel a tinge of envy . though placid it is not why he feels as so with all the cloudy confusion . he simply hugs you again and wonders when you'll stop .

he knew how attached you were to vtubers . he's helped you through countless times as these when your favorite of a few years finally graduates . during high school , when your very first oshi decided to graduate after long years of being with you through as you say , your toughest times .

hearing you sniff more into his sleeves , he plops down and nudge you to roll unto his shoulder this time . you hug his chest while he caresses the top of your head . "Stop crying , Y/n . Weddings don't plan themselves , you know ?"

"Let me grieve , Kuni ."

"Scara isn't dead or dying , he's just graduating ." you shake your head and snuggle more into him . "I'm sorry , just a bit more . I promise ."

you've said that at least , 25 times now . how'd he know ? he'd prefer no one ask . truly , his patience is only ever so malleable with you . such exception you've always found natural to ignore as you've had it long since before .

vtubers have become quite a piece into your life . you weren't that blessed with the best family , not least bit decent either . always alone at home left with the freezing chills of the neverending cold war you've had with your parents for as long as either you two have known . he doesn't remember who exactly introduced you to vtubers , but someone did . and since then , you've been quite attached to them .

they were a comfort you placed all your solace in , like an idiot , completely aware of their often departing but never giving up hunting and searching . always supporting until the end and crying your eyes out when they announce their expected graduation .

as a person who's always been stubborn about dreams and hopes in life , to the point that it became a thorn between you and your beloved parents , you were quite devoted to your oshis . like they were your lifeline . after long days at school before , you would play a stream and just watch and listen . you'd do your chores and tasks with one played on the background . you cry when they cry . you laugh when they laugh . your smile never fades , it ever so brightens when they speak of their appreciation of the milestones they reach because of all the support .

if you weren't fussing over schoolworks and your planned life for yourself , you were busy hunched and watching streams trying to fill a hollow in you that you were born with .

kunikuzushi was with you through all of that . he was a bigger part of your life , as you claim yourself , but that's only because he chose to partake in being a part of the other big part of your life . he was with you when you argued with your parents , when you were in your room crying and wishing you were better so they'd trust you more , when you were wondering why you even forged yourself to be the person you are now if it's not liked by the people you love most . he was with you when you finally found what you wanted to be in life . he was with you when you were the happiest , almost every stream , he watched them with you . even if it was boring and he doesn't really like it sometimes .

he even tried to be a vtuber himself for you to look at him the same way you looked at your oshis .

he did well , he hid it from you , coincidentally he even became your oshi . he learned a lot of things from being a vtuber , he was happy there , as much as he wouldn't really admit it .

when he told you . you were over the moon . he also proposed to you next and he saw it with his own eyes , how you seemed to just sit there above the moon afloat and unbelieving .

when you heard he was graduating , as scara mouche of 6WIRL of Genshin , of course you were bawling your eyes out in dismay and utter pain .

sure , you've met the rest of the members in real life . they all congratulated you two . they even said all the best things about kuni . they felt okay with everything . but it all felt hollow for a moment . scara was still your oshi of 2 years . add how mad you are that he hid it from you . you always thought the voice was merely a coincidence and him being busy was just because he was busy with his taking over of his mother's business . you should've known , really . but can you blame yourself ? kunikuzushi never sounded like he cared for vtubers to ever attempt and be one .

"Scara is just getting married . You know this ." he says and you sniff . yeah , getting married , to you . "Do you really want me to choose that career over you ?" you punch his arm with a glare .

"Damn bro , you gotta hit me with that , huh ?" you sit up , finally and wiped your own tears , wrists wet and cold . "Thank you for choosing me , Scara ."

as he looks at you look at him , like he's all you ever wanted to be imprinted in your eyes , he laughs . finally . finally he's got what he's always wanted .

"It'll always be you , Y/n . Always ."

"Are you sick ? You're too sweet—" he sits up and hugs you , chuckling as you began to laugh yourself . "I wish you all the best , Scara ." he scoffs and ruffles his hair before he did yours too , messing it up like the chords amess on the floor in his streaming room .

"Kunikuzushi , you mean ."

you kiss his cheek , to stop the ruffling . "Yeah , Kunikuzushi . I love you . My very last oshi !" he turns his face , showing a smirk you're way too familiar with . kissing you deeply until you can't remember anything but him . and how he gets you feeling , things .

"I love you too ."

SCARA-LiNE / WORK NAVi !

mysta rias is graduating next month , im crying my ass out rn . AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA what more of me when bebe shu graduates ??? anyways , thank u for 163 followers and half a thousand notes on youre too loud !! you all rock !!

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yung notes app ko here sa phone ko puro kalungkutan tots and feels laman kasi tbfh sobrang lungkot ko lately. i know it's important that i go through tough times and not run from them, but damn it, im just so tired of going through it. im so tired. im exhausted. i feel depleted. i just feel so weak and defeated all over.