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kymsys · 7 months ago

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hiii i'm obsessed with your merman au!! if it's okay i totally let it take over my brain for a hot minute so ummm here's a little gift if you will accept it 👉👈 sorry to bother, i just HAD to write something dkfdl;fjg. your art is so gorgeous btw <33

After weeks of secretly housing Satoru in his private garden, Suguru had devised a way to safely return him to the ocean without being caught. He'd even relayed all the information about the kingdom's fishing system so Satoru would be able to steal the occasional fish without getting caught in the nets himself. He had to admit, he would miss having his little secret around. But he knew he couldn't keep Satoru cooped up forever. Satoru was a creature of adventure. He was probably tired of Suguru anway.

After a few attempts, Suguru successfully scooped Satoru up in his arms, Satoru wrapping his tail around his waist to stay up. His skin was cold to the touch. He teased Suguru as he clumsily navigated the path in the dark, even though he'd already walked it alone several times, and Suguru hated the way his heart stuttered at the siren's breath on his ear.

Really, Suguru should've done this much sooner. He should've released Satoru as soon as he realized he was falling for the creature. It was hard not to when it was in Satoru's nature to be enticing. Suguru let himself spend far too much time with him in the garden, let Satoru flutter his fingertips over his collarbones, let him beckon him closer and nibble on his ear playfully, let him lick the blood off his wrist when he got scratched up. He was never sure if Satoru was threatening him or flirting with him, never sure if it was all a game or if there was actually part of him that was interested in Suguru.

Suguru willed his mind to stop racing as he knelt down on the rocks and lowered Satoru into the water. Satoru immediately swam away and back, did a few turns and flips, gleefully splashing in his newfound freedom. Suguru smiled, heart tugging in his chest as Satoru slowly moved farther away. He was about to turn around when Satoru came back up to the edge of the rocks, resting his forearms on them and beaming up at Suguru.

"Care to join me?" He teased with a sharp grin. Suguru huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

"What, you're not dying to get away from me?" Suguru shot back, trying to keep his smile light even though it felt heavy on his face. Satoru pawed at his ankle and Suguru obliged without thinking, sitting and dipping his feet in the water, Satoru folding his arms atop his thighs.

"If you could breathe underwater, I'd drag you in here with me." His eyes practically glowed in the moonlight, a deceptively innocent smile curling at the corners of his perfect lips.

"You'd do that regardless." Suguru let himself give into the urge to push Satoru's hair off his forehead. It would probably be the last time anyway. Satoru's smile dropped the slightest bit.

"No." He reached up to touch Suguru's cheek, lightly stroking his cheekbone down to his jaw. "Not to you."

MANGO HOW DARE YOU WRITE SMTH SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭 its amazing i love it so much HNGGGGG. THANK YOU?! thank you so much, i cant believe ppl love my merman au so much, thanks for this sweet gift and thanks for indulging with me 🥺 funnily enough @kingdomofred had also written that suguru took gojo out of the ocean into a pond. ARE WE ALL VIBING TOGETHER? it seems to be a thing for sure xD okay i have to dive a bit deeper into why i love your writing so much: the way that suguru isnt sure if gojo actually likes him or he is just acting accordingly to his siren behaviour?? it breaks my heart, its so bittersweet but yet i love it so much !! it fits so perfectly and i love the resolve at the end that yes ofc gojo likes him ; u ; ♥ . the image you described of suguru carrying gojo and the way gojos tail would lay around sugurus waist?? THAT IS SO FUCKING NICE?! definitely gonna put that on my to draw list !! and gojo nibbling on sugurus ears and licking his wounds and blood....fuck thats hot. i have no other words left. truely. THANK YOU MANGO IM IN LOVE 🥰(made my day)

#merman au #merman au lives #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #thank u mango #bless u

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raelly-writing · 17 days ago

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Safe and Solid (Wolcred, 6.0 MSQ)

In from the Cold follow up fic. :') It's haunted my WIP folder for over a year and I'd really like to call it done so I don't have to deal with this headspace anymore.

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“Are you quite certain you are feeling alright?”

The question was expected - even when her visitor was just about to leave her room.

Before Viana even had a chance to think of it, the well-worn excuse slipped off her tongue. “Of course, Y’shtola,” she replied with what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m just a little tired after the journey from Garlemald. Airships don’t exactly make for comfortable sleeping arrangements after all.”

Something jagged, cold and ugly stirred in her chest. The urge to scratch at the itch crawling over her skin was maddening, but she fought it down by crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

A week had passed, dammit.

Y’shtola’s pale eyes narrowed, as though by peering into her aether, the lie would be laid as bare as the ground after spring’s thaw. The sudden pang of guilt was sharp. It wasn’t a lie. Not really. Her unease wasn’t related to the events at the moon, anyhow.

She’d explained what happened. She’d talked about it. Told them.

She should be fine. Needed to be fine. There was no time for-

Clearing her throat, Viana ignored the rolling nausea in her stomach. “And if I were to feel anything that could be ill effects from being soaked in Zodiark’s aether,” she continued, “you are my first stop.”

A tension filled moment of silence followed as Y’shtola regarded her thoughtfully. “Fine,” she finally responded, but the unhappy way she pressed her lips together made it obvious she wasn’t convinced. “I’ll have no more foolish heroics on my watch.”

Despite the rancid taste at the back of her throat, Viana huffed out a short laugh. “Only if you promise not to do something that requires tossing yourself into the Lifestream again.”

“Hah!” Y’shtola tossed her head back, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Cheeky as always. Perhaps I have naught to worry about after all.”

Inclining her head, Viana offered her a smile that wasn’t entirely forced. “Thank you for checking on me Y’shtola, but I think I just need to sleep in a proper bed for once.”

Y’shtola hummed and put her hands on her hips. “Alright then. I’ll leave you to get your rest.”

The unspoken command was all too clear.

With a low chuckle, Viana nodded obediently. “Good night, Y’shtola.”

For a moment, she watched Y’shtola walk towards her own room, before she let the door close with a soft thud of finality.

Exhaling wearily, Viana turned around and leaned back against the sturdy wood as she regarded the room. In the wake of Y’shtola’s departure, the stillness settled over the space like a suffocating blanket that pressed down on her from every angle. A jittery energy prickled at her fingers, the churning sensation in her chest too strong to ignore.

It wasn’t the first time she found herself missing Ardbert’s ghostly presence.

Some things he’d just understood without her needing to explain.

Suddenly a shiver crawled over her skin and Viana’s eyes shot to the large window and the night beyond. Was that snowflakes that fluttered in the red gloom of the dying day? The sudden lump in her throat stole her breath away, and before she knew it, she’d crossed the room and yanked the curtains into place. The phantom ghost of winter nipped at her bare arms, prompting her to rub her hands over them.

Hells, when did her fingers get so cold?

The thought, as fleeting and innocent as it’d been, summoned uninvited memories from the corner of her mind that she’d done her best to shove them into for the past several days. Staring at her hands, she flexed them.

They were hers, weren’t they?

‘Borrowed flesh’.

Blinking, she struggled to draw breath.

Borrowed.

Polished black steel covered the arms before her. Pain stabbed at the side of her chest - sharp and piercing.

Burning ceruleum fumes stung in her nose, and the thick, iron taste of congealed blood in her mouth made her choke and tear up.

Borrowed.

But when she blinked again, the black steel was gone and no fatal gunshot was staining her white shirt with red.

Viana stared, doubt nagging at her mind as she traced the familiar latticework of pale scars covering the knuckles and fingers with her eyes.

Borrowed.

Fandaniel’s voice was like ice cold claws digging into the very fabric of her soul, poison bile eating away at her mind.

Borrowed.

Drawing a shuddering breath, Viana shut her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of her hands on her own skin, the scratch of her blunt nails digging into her flesh. It was fine. Borrowed. She was herself. She had stopped him. Borrowed. She was in Sharlayan. In her room. Borrowed. Not struggling through the snow, stumbling over frozen stiff bodies amidst smoldering wreckages and crumbling ruins.

Borrowed. Borrowed.

She. Was. Fine.

Borrowed.

“Viana?”

Snapping ramrod straight, she whipped around, every muscle in her body coiled tight and heart racing from a surge of adrenaline. “Seven Hells Thancred!”

“You didn’t hear me the first two times.” Without taking his eyes off her, Thancred took off his dark overcoat, having evidently stood there halfway through the action, while trying to get her attention. She hadn’t even heard him entering in the first place. “Are you feeling ill?”

Despite his casual tone and relaxed body language, she could detect the undercurrent of concern in his voice. Even more so, the careful way he kept his attention on her, as though she was a particularly flighty animal. Hells, she certainly felt like one.

No answer came to her, not even the one she’d repeated so often. “I…” Viana shifted her weight onto her foot, her searching eyes falling on the empty tea cups left on the table. Turning away from him and his damned perceptive gaze, she walked over to collect them. “Sorry, I was deep in thought,” she responded firmly while walking over to the sink.

“Anything particular?”

Snorting, she flipped on the water with a little more force than was perhaps necessary and began to rinse out the cups. The heat of the water brought some warmth back to her numb fingers, and with it the world back a little more into focus, allowing her to gather a few scattered threads of her thoughts. “Oh you know, the end of the world as we know it.”

“Viana…”

Tension settled into her shoulders at the low, concerned rumble of his voice. A few quiet steps was all she heard before she felt the careful press of his fingertips against her lower back.

Inhaling sharply, she froze beneath his touch.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to unease you.”

Her skin burned where he’d touched her, but the moment he withdrew his hand she felt herself tremble like she was seconds from crumbling entirely. Was he leaving? Her whirlwind of thoughts and feelings refused to assemble into a coherent explanation, her plea for him to not leave getting caught and tangled in her throat.

The sharp clatter of porcelain against stone jerked her attention back to what she was doing.

“Shit,” she hissed and quickly picked up the cup and snapped off ear. Did she have any adhesive around?

“Viana…”

“I need to fix this,” she muttered. It was a clean break. The market should have something strong enough for it to hold. Was less she could do about the chipped edge but…

“Viana, stop.” A hand on her arm kept her from walking away from the sink. Immediately, she tensed up, breath caught in her throat and shoulders stiff, but Thancred didn’t jerk his hand back as before.

“I'm sorry,” he continued, “but you're obviously not alright.”

Clenching her jaw, Viana stared down unseeing at the pieces in her hands as she struggled to find the well-worn excuse. ‘I’m fine.’

She was.

She had to be. Too much was going on. But it felt like the words had turned to stone and settled in her chest, the weight of them making it hard to draw breath.

Dimly, she was aware of Thancred moving into her field of vision. His touch was a light whisper down along her arm, until he cradled her hands in his.

“Remember what we agreed on?” He spoke with a firm but gentle tone as he took the mug pieces from her trembling fingers and carefully set them down on the counter. “Don’t hide.”

His hands were warm against hers, steady and reassuring. She could sense him searching for her eyes, but she couldn’t make herself meet his gaze. Guilt tugged at her at the reminder of their hushed argument and subsequent promise in those final days they’d spent on the First. Hells, she’d been none too happy about him hiding the condition of his soul back then, and here she was doing the same thing.

It’d been so easy to avoid his concerned looks while they’d been traveling back from Garlemald - to just keep moving out of pure momentum and not let him, or any of them, catch her. Always keep busy with something, anything, to be the unbreakable figure the Alliance soldiers expected her to be.

“I’m sorry Thancred, I…“ She wet her lips as she clenched her hands, searching for the dull pain of her nails against her palms to jolt her back to reality. “I don’t know what to say.”

The quiet whisper felt like an admission of defeat. Drawing a shuddering breath, her shoulders slumped. She hadn’t felt this helpless since their desperate venture down beneath the sea to save the Exarch and face Emet-Selch. That time there’d been a goal, something to push towards even when she had felt her own body betray her more and more with every step.

Now… Now there was no such thing. Just an oppressive yet infuriatingly intangible threat of doom looming on the horizon.

A tremble shook her. Nevermind the sensation that she was losing the grip on what was real or not. The feeling of hot tears burning in her eyes was unfamiliar and all the more frustrating for it, driving her to turn her head away from Thancred.

But calloused fingers brushing against her jaw stopped her. “It's alright,” Thancred murmured as he rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve got you.”

Viana swallowed around the lump in her throat and reached out to grasp at his shirt. Borrowed. Why did she suddenly feel like a child afraid of being left alone in the dark? Without thinking, she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his.

Thancred’s surprised huff was muffled, but he swiftly recovered with practiced ease. The comforting weight of his arm settled around her waist, pulling her closer into the warmth of his embrace. The familiarity of it, of his fingertips skimming up her neck, the tickle of his hair against her cheekbones, the way his thumb rubbed small circles into her back, it all made her chest feel just a little bit lighter.

Peace. Safety. Trust.

Urged on by a sudden jolt of desperation for more she deepened the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip in a hollow display of playfulness while letting her fingers trace the edge of his choker. The low groan it earned her was immediately lost in the space between them as he rose to her goading and chased after her lips. She knew him, just as he knew her. The way his hands grasped at her hips betrayed his own need for contact, urging her to curve herself against his hard frame as she buried her fingers in his soft hair. Perhaps it was the time they’d spent in military encampments where privacy was as rare to come by as natural ice in the middle of a desert that led Thancred to so readily indulge her despite their tense conversation. She was barely aware of the press of the kitchen bench against her back when they stumbled against it, her thoughts too muddled and scattered.

“Viana…” With the rough utterance of her name, Thancred froze but didn’t pull away. His body radiated restrained energy even as his fingers flexed into the soft flesh of her thighs, his breath a warm tickle against her lips.

Like glass shattering under water pressure, Viana felt reality slam back into her as she gulped down a lungful of air. “I’m sorry. I just…” Borrowed. A cold sneer plastered onto a dead man’s stolen face flickered in her memory. Pressing her forehead against Thancred’s, she cupped his face as she tried to find the right words. “I’m not injured, love,” she finally choked out, trying to not think of the memory of congealed blood in her mouth. “But I don’t… it’s… I don’t want to think right now. I just want to…”

Feel.

Thancred pulled back enough to meet her gaze, the concern all too evident in his hazel eyes. Concern and something… else. Guilt churned in her stomach, but before she could say anything, his eyes softened with understanding and a lopsided smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s alright my dear,” he spoke softly. “I’m more than familiar with that desire.” Despite his reassuring rumble, there was an undercurrent of something rueful and bitter in his voice that made her heart ache with memories of long past horrors.

“Thancred…-”, Viana began to respond, instinctively wishing to soothe those scars he carried, but without warning he hoisted her up. Gripping at his shoulders for balance, her legs settled around his waist out of reflex.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured once more and brushed a kiss to her jaw, before giving her pulse a teasing nip with his teeth. “Always do.”

Even as a pleasant shiver raced down her spine, a little bit of the turmoil raging in her head settled then, anchored by his earnest words, and she managed a small, crooked smile. “I know you do,” she breathed.

Thancred looked up at her, his expression soft and loving. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.”

Hells, how she loved him. Viana caressed his cheek and gave a small nod. “Of course, love.”

They met in a slow brush of lips, something tender and reaffirming, but in the short distance to the bed the kiss had grown hungry and desperate, with no room to spare for their usual quips and teasing remarks as they tugged at each other’s clothes.

Not that Thancred remained quiet for long once his hands were free to sweep over her bare skin, his touch firm and grounding as he pressed his fingers into every dip and curve like he was remapping her body in his mind. He stole the dark thoughts from her head with clever touches and heated whispers, and in return branded her body with marks of his love that’d remain in the morning, emblazing her skin with his words of endearments as though they were part of a prayer.

She’d always found it easy to lose herself in him, but Twelve, it felt like he was a wildfire - fierce and scorching, determined to seep into every fiber of her being and set her aflame in turn and give the shadows that had taken root in her heart nowhere to hide.

The haze of pleasure was welcome - to only be aware of him and his touches, too far gone to do anything else but surrender to instinct and tug and pull him to wherever she wanted - needed - him. And gods, he went willingly to wherever she bid, eager to be rewarded for his efforts by her voice breaking upon the syllables of his name over and over again.

She was adrift, lost to the concerns and worries of the world.

It was a fog that lingered even once he eased her down from the high with soft touches and quiet words that she struggled to really register the meaning of. But it was his voice, and she felt safe and looked after, even as the exhaustion started to creep into its place.

—

Viana woke with a sharp inhale, her entire body tensing in preparation for a phantom danger. Immediately, a warm hand stilled on her back.

“Didn’t wake you, did I?”

Thancred’s soft voice made her look up, only to have to blink against the low light of the bedside lamp. “No,” she exhaled as she relaxed and let her head slump back against his chest. Despite the restless end to her sleep, the sweet aches that lingered in her limbs coupled with the familiar warmth of his body against hers swiftly lulled her back to a drowsy state. “Merely a bad dream.”

There was a slight rustle as Thancred put down the book he’d been reading and his hand brushed through her hair and down her back. Sensing the question before he could utter it, she tilted her head enough to press a kiss to his skin. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t too bad.”

“‘I’ve had worse’, is it?”

The ever so disarming teaseful lilt to his voice that concealed the concern in his words made her huff out a tired laugh at being called out on her half-truth. “I suppose it is.” His fingers caressed the back of her neck, coaxing a satisfied hum from her. “How long was I asleep?”

“An hour, give or take.”

“And you are awake because your book was too captivating to put down?”

Thancred was silent for a short moment, before sighing. “Wanted to make sure you slept,” he admitted.

Blinking her eyes open, Viana craned her neck to look up at him. “You lovable foolish man,” she mused fondly and reached up to caress his cheek. “You need your sleep as well.” Thancred smiled softly and tilted his head into the touch, before discarding his book onto the nightstand.

“Then consider me sufficiently guilted by your disapproving look, my dear,” he rumbled and turned down the light.

Viana smiled to herself while waiting for him to shuffle fully beneath the covers. “Quite gracious of you.”

“I have my moments.”

Laughing under her breath, she managed to press a kiss to his cheek in the gloom. “More than a few, love.” There was a comforting familiarity to the teasing exchange, his little huffed laugh warm and precious - like she’d managed to reclaim a fragile piece of normalcy.

It was a feeling she held onto as Thancred pulled her back into his safe and solid embrace. With the warmth of his arms around her, sleep weighed on her mind, but she pushed it away for just a little while longer. Her hand found his jaw in the gloom and he immediately stilled, waiting. With no light, she couldn’t make out much of his expression, but he tilted his head into her touch as she caressed his cheek with her thumb. “I’m sorry for not speaking to you before,” she said quietly.

Thancred didn’t respond immediately, but his fingers flexed against her waist. “I know I’m the last person in our merry little group who should chide anyone for that,” he replied. “But you should, to someone.”

“I know. I will.” Leaning over, she brushed her lips to his. “Tomorrow. I promise.”

She felt him relax as he exhaled. “... just your poor luck that it’s Estinien and I who have the closest experience.”

The jest was spoken softly as he bumped his forehead against hers, their noses colliding, and in the dark, she found herself laughing quietly, feeling warm and safe for the first time in weeks.

#thancred waters #wolcred #6.0 spoilers #Endwalker spoilers #ffxiv #my writing #inappropiate ending is inappropiate #but it was all I could think up

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warrenposts · 2 years ago

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Certain Sensitivities

Certain Sensitivities Lockwood x Reader

Summary: You come to discover that sight isn’t Lockwood’s only sensitivity

A/N: I wrote this one kind of romantic since I hadn’t yet posted my requesting guide when I receive this. I had a great time writing it although it’s not my first preference so any new readers please check out my requesting guide :D

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“Glad to see you're finally back,” you admitted as you met Lockwood at the front door. He smirked and shook his head, fully anticipating a lecture. “It’s almost curfew, you know?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook in the hall before taking a few more cocky steps towards you. “Worried about me, were you?” He asked, stopping right in front of you.

“Of course,” you admitted, mirroring his smirk. “Without you, I don’t get paid.” You reached to loosen his tie, then kept it in your hands as you slowly brought them down the material. Once you reached the bottom you let it drop from your hands and gently rested them on the front of his sides. Only for a moment and with barely any pressure at all but it was enough to make him flinch and hitch his breath.

He pushed his tongue to his cheek and bit down, forcing his smile away, only letting himself laugh through his nose.

You waited a moment before doing it again, a little harder this time, scribbling your fingertips into his torso. He flinched harder and once he realized you were completely intentional in your actions; he locked his eyes with yours. “Cheeky,” he scolded, scrunching up his nose.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his bashful face that tried so desperately to keep his ‘Cool Guy Persona’ going. “What was that, Locky?” You asked, tilting your head as you tried and failed to bite back your giggles.

He broke eye contact and rolled his eyes, forcing his attention to anything but you. Scoffing, he took a step to the side but as he did you reached out and tazed his sides. This time he jumped away from you and a desperate plea fell from his lips.

“No no no no no,” he scolded, quickly pulling away to grab your hands and force them away from his sides.

You’re sure you’d never seen him move that fast in his life, it was amusing to say the least to watch him crack like this.

Sighing, he held your wrists at his chest, one in each hand to ensure you couldn’t move them. This only resulted in him pulling you closer as you laughed at him. “God, you look like the cat who ate the canary,” he scoffed.

“Anthony Lockwood, I had no idea you were-” He dropped your hands and pushed himself gently away from you, making his way to the living room.

“Don’t say it,” he interrupted you. If it wasn’t for the smile he was trying to repel, you would have thought he was angry with the speed in which he left the room.

“Now hang on a minute!” You called and turned heel to follow him. “You can’t expect me to just leave this alone.”

“Oh, you don’t have a choice,” he challenged, fiddling with various things on the coffee table. It seemed he was doing almost anything to avoid your eyeline.

“Don’t be embarrassed-”

“I’m not embarrassed!” He insisted, cutting you off and continuing his business.

“It’s adorable,” you defended, casually moving closer.

“I-” He cut himself off, doing a double take and questioned in the most dramatically offended tone “Adorable?” He snapped around to face you, only to find you had silently moved closer now almost chest to chest. “Bloo-dy hell!” He dropped the magazine in his hand and jumped away from you, quickly moving behind the couch.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his fright. He sighed out his nose as he glared at your fit, putting his hands on his hips and frowning as his face burned red.

Once you calmed down you crossed your arms and asked, “So, iron repels ghosts and you’re scared off by the threat of tick-”

“Oh don’t be egomaniacal,” he discouraged. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“No,” you agreed. “Really more of your thing isn’t it?” You asked as you began to walk around the couch.

At your movement, Lockwood mirrored you and moved around the couch. “A-alright, enough!” He held out a hand to warn you off but it didn’t stop you from running after him, chasing him as he turned to run up the stairs.

“Prestigious, Champion Ghost Hunter and you’re really afraid of me?” You called out, laughing at the ridiculous situation.

He ran into his room but before he could shut the door he turned and saw you hot on his tail, practically crashing into him and tackling him onto the bed. “Oh come of it!” He exclaimed, shuffling back but having very little success as you trapped him onto the bed.

As you climbed on top of him, you wasted no time in digging your hands into his waist. He wrestled his hands with yours as best he could before throwing his head back in laughter, unable to ward off the sensation. “Plehehehehease!” He quickly gave in and began laughing like you'd never heard before.

It was endearing to say the least, so out-of-character for him. Regardless, you couldn't deny how much you liked seeing him so carefree and happy. But naturally that wasn't enough to stop you from teasing the ever loving hell out of him.

“Quick to beg,” you observed. “I think I like you like this,” you teased, pausing slightly to bring your face closer to his.

“Oho, plehease,” he scoffed. “You always like me,” his charming smile seemed so much sweeter in this state.

Scoffing at his haughty behaviour, you responded by digging your fingers into his ribs. “That’s right, cling to your pride,” you teased, watching him dissolve into laughter once again. “It’s all you’ve got now.”

He pulled his arms in and fought to cover his ribs since his movement was restricted by the torment being inflicted on him. His cheeks burned red at every gasp or giggle that fell from his mouth and it wasn’t until you finally let up that he calmed down slightly.

As fond as he was of the physical affection, it was a maddening sensation and he couldn’t make sense of how he felt. He wanted you to stop but he didn’t necessarily want you to stop.

After a few more agonizing moments you let up and let him catch his breath. “Are you okay there?” You asked, poking his nose, mesmerised by the smile plastered on his face

He scrunched his nose and groaned, turning his face away from you, relaxing slightly. That only lasted a moment before you dropped your hands to where your lap would be, just above his belt.

He jerked aggressively in panic, grabbing your hands in defense before exhaling and dropping his head back onto the cushions. “Oh,” he breathed in relief, releasing your hands. “I thought you were going for my stomach.”

“Hmm?” You hummed, causing him to open his eyes.

“No, no, no,” he went right back to wrestling off your hands the moment he saw the evil glint in your eyes.

“Why would that matter?” you teased, voice dripping in faux kindness. “Huh? Why would that matter?”

“Dohohon’t behehe CRUHUHUHULE-AHAHAHAA!” He arched up and threw his head back yet again, hands tightening around your wrist, giving up all efforts in fighting you off.

After a moment you took mercy and let up, giggling to yourself as he caught his breath. Lockwood kept his hold on your wrist and brought them up to his shoulders, forcing you to flop on top of him in an almost hugging position.

Following his lead, you made yourself comfortable; half hovering and half leaning against his chest. Laughing as you did, you let your head fall to his chest, “I can’t believe this.”

He exhaled the excess laughter and replied, “believe me, neither can I.”

“I told you it was adorable,” you mumbled from his chest.

He scoffed and you felt his hands wrap around you, hugging you close. One rested on the back of your head and the other held firmly around your waist. “Oh, dohon’t start,” he growled.

“Me? I just wanted you to start coming home before it’s gets dangerous outside,” you defended. He only groaned in response to which you laughed and responded. “Ahand I think I know how to do it from now on.”

He practically flinched from the insinuation, “Oho you think so, do you?”

You snapped your head up to meet his eyes. “Yohou’re damn right I do-”

“So you were worried about me?” He asked, straining his neck to look you in the eye. Although you found he kept glancing at your lips.

Narrowing your eyes, you stared him down and grumbled, “Do you really wanna take this full circle?” He smiled and again, broke eye contact while his cheeks turned red. You leaned into his ear and whispered in warning, “Because I will.”

He flinched away from the feeling of your breath on his neck. “Alright! Alright, you win, i’ll wear a watch.” You smiled in victory, feeling quite proud of the evening so far. “Now would you be so kind as to release me? I’m sure George will be calling for dinner soon.”

You raised your eyebrows and scoffed, “Release you?” You jostled yourself as you spoke, “You’re the one with an iron grip on me!”

He hummed and swayed you back and forth slightly, making no moves to let you go. “You’re right, I do.” He smiled, showing off his perfect smile you were practically drunk on right now.

Neither of you moved for a second until you heard George call from downstairs. “If you two are finished, I'm plating now!”

Lockwood interrupted any thoughts you began to have. “Now do not go down gossiping about this,” he warned, loosening his grip enough for you to sit up.

“Oh, of course not,” you laughed and crawled off his bed, grabbing his hand to pull him up and walk him out of his room. “Wouldn’t want to damper your reputation with blushes and giggles.”

“I do not- Oh forget it,” he shook his head and cleared his throat, desperate to regain his composure.

He kept his eyes forwards, not ready to meet your eyes again in fear of blushing madly. When you arrived at the kitchen you immediately ran around the table to spill the information to George. He only shrugged and seemed surprised that the information was new to you.

“Oh, for God sake,” Lockwood cursed, dropping down into a chair where he rubbed a hand down his face to hide his shy smile.

You laughed at his change in demeanor and dropped it for the rest of the dinner. Verbally, at least, as you and George spend some time writing down his other spots on the thinking cloth.

Lockwood knew something was off when he saw the two of you biting back laughter. He’d later read these notes and vandalism them himself in his defense. If one thing was for sure, it's that he wouldn’t miss curfew anytime in the near future.

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix #ticklish!Lockwood

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missykix · 3 months ago

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Dead fish found on the guld of mexuo! 😯😯 O mh migoisj im so tire di have aheadache Enjoy. Dying bloo though

#fhfif #fosters home for imaginary friends #blooposting

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eclipian · 5 months ago

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Vaggie HH Headmate

pt: vaggie hh headmate

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

" All right, let's give it up for not dying! "

Name: Vaggie , Vivi , Valentina , Veronica , Victoria , Valerie , Vanessa , Violet , Vada , Vera , Valencia , Vivian , Vachya

Age: 20s

Pronouns: She/Her , Shy/Hyr , Shu/Hur , Sho/Shom , Mo/Moth , Ang/Angel , Fall/Fallen , Fallen/Angel , Bloo/Blood , Stab/Stabs

Gender: Girlflux , Futchy , Femfutch , Mothgender , Fallenangelmoth , Bloodmoth , Lovecoremoth , Mothstimmic , Crepumothic , Moththing , Mothaesic , Fallangelwillic , Fallenangelaesic , Fallenangelbitch , Rustigolrenaec , Lucinnfoul

Attraction: Lesbian , Acespec

Other IDs: Miscelepidoptera , Miscefallangel , Moth Emsoul , AMoAB , Aldermothlike

Species: Fallen Angel

Role: Protector , Gatekeeper

Aesthetics: Cherry Emoji Twitter , Devilcore , Angelcore , Diner , Trendercore

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

artist credit & artist credit + tags: @bahtive & @drowntowns

#build a headmate #build an alter #alter creation #headmate creation #build a system #willogenic #BAH #BAHtive #✦ member #🎼 mod 🎹#ANTI RQ #ANTI RQ headmate pack

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requiemforoursoul · 2 years ago

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Pls send private message if you’d like to be mutuals 🥹🥹 I wasn’t active for a year and now ppl I used to chat with are deactivated…

Let’s be friends?!

#bloo dy

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bloos-bloo · 11 months ago

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MY HEART- MY HEART MY SOUL- MY HEART HURTS FOR Q!BADBOYHALO-

I UNDERSTAND IT- THE REASON WHY HE WAS FINALLY ABLE TO PASS THROUGH THE GOLD GATES- THE REASON WHY HE WAS GIVEN A CHOICE WAS BECAUSE HE DIED TO PROTECT. EVERYTHING HE DID IN THIS LIFE WAS TO PROTECT HIS KIDS- WAS HE PERFECT? NO. DID HE STILL DO WRONG? YES. BUT HIS DEATH WASNT CAUSE HE SINNED- (EVEN THOUGH HE THOUGHT HE DID, HE WASNT SELFISH) ALL HIS PAST LIVES WERE LED BY SINS- HE PROTECTED, HE TAUGHT, AND HE REDEEMED HIMSELF.

HE WAS GIVEN A CHOICE BECAUSE HE WASN’T HEAVY WHEN WEIGHED. HE WAS LIGHT ENOUGH TO BE GIVEN A CHANCE, HOWEVER HE KNEW DEEP DOWN HE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO RETURN- IF IT WASNT FOR DAPPER OR POMME HE WOULDVE TAKEN THE CHANCE-

Q!BADBOYHALO, THE GRIM REAPER, THE DEMON, THE DEVIL, THE FALLEN ANGEL, THE IMMORTAL WHO LIVED THROUGH IT ALL FINALLY LEARNED WHAT MAKES PEOPLE HUMAN-

HE LEARNED TO LOVE- AND THAT WAS PROBABLY ONE OF THE BIGGEST FACTORS LEADING TO THE CHOICE THE HIGHER BEING GAVE HIM-

#bloo's rambles #I AM ACTUALLY CRYING #WHEN HE STARTED RECITED DAPPER CRAWL WHILE HE WAS DYING #I WEPT #qsmp #qsmp analysis #qsmp bbh #qsmp badboyhalo #badboyhalo #I can’t wait for tomorrow- UGGGHHH #ALSO IM DOING ART RN- I MIGHT POST IT LATER

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queersrus · 1 year ago

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Gore theme

includes: medical, slasher, cannibalistic, horror and general gore content, feel free to request specifics

meat/flesh - zombie - blood

(nick)names:

gore, gorette, goretta, goretto, gorine, gorina, gorino, gorelle, gorello, gorella, gorer, gory, gnaw, gnash, gut, gutz, gwyar, gruesome, grisly, gouge, guts/gutz, gutsy/gutzy, gutsie/gutzie, gutsee/gutzee, gutsine/gutzine intestine, intes, intine, inn, inna, innard entrail, entra, entrai, eye kill, killer, killian, killien, kid, kidney/kidnee/kidnie mort, morte, morty, morter, mortem, mortemer, mortimer, mortu, mortua, mortuary blade, bite, biter, bitten, bleed, blood, bloody, bleeder, bloodette, bloodine, bloodetta, bloodina, bloodelle, bloodella, brain, brainy, brainette, brainetta, brainelle, brainella, braine, brutal, bloodlust, bloodshed, bloodlet, bloodless, bloodlette, bloodletta, bloodletter, bloodbath, bowel cut, cutter, capil, capillary, cava, claret, clot, carnage, colon thrash, thrasher, tear slash, slasher, slice, splatter, spill, stab, stomach, spleen rip, ripper, rippley, ripley, razor fang, flesh, fleshy venus, vis, viscer, viscera, visceral, viscerally, vei, vein, vendet, vendette, vendetta, vessel, vital orga, organ, organa liver, lung art, arter, artery, ana, anat, anatom, anatomy, arteriole wound death hema pan, pancrea, pancreas, pierce, plasma, puncture

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

gi/gore/goreself, gi/guts/gutself bli/bleed/bloods/bloodself vi/vie/veins/veinself, vi/ve/ventettas/vendettaself, vi/visce/viscerals/visceralself i/inte/intestine/intestines/intestineself wi/wou/woune/wounds/woundself fli/fle/fleshs/fleshself oi/ore/organs/organself ci/carne/carnages/carnegeself, cli/clot/clots/clotself, ci/cor/corpse/corpseself li/lungs/lungself, li/live/livers/liverself ai/arte/arteries/arteryself pi/pancrea/pancreas/pancreaself sti/stomachs/stomachself, spli/splee/spleens/spleenself, ki/kidne/kidneys/kidneyself

2nd person: you/your/yours/yourself

go/gore/gores/goreself, gu/gutr/gutrs/gutrself blo/bleedr/bleedrs/bleedrself vo/veinr/veinrs/veinrself, vo/vendettar/vendettars/vendettarself, vo/viscer/viscers/visceralself oi/intestir/intestirs/intestinself wou/woundr/woundrs/woundrself flo/fleshr/fleshrs/fleshrself o/or/organs/organself co/cor/corpse/corpself, co/car/carnages/carnageself, clo/clotr/clotrs/clotself lo/lungr/lungrs/lungrself, lo/liver/livers/liverself ao/arter/arteries/arteryself po/pancr/pancreas/pancreaself sto/stomachr/stomachrs/stomachrself, splo/spleenr/spleenrs/spleenrself ko/kidneyr/kidneyrs/kidneyrself

3rd person: they/them/theirs/themself

go/gore, go/re, gore/gores, gu/ts, gu/gut, gut/guts blood/bloods, blo/od, blood/bath, blood/bloody, bloo/dy, blood/dy, blood/pit, blood/vessel, blood/shed, blood/less, blood/bond, blood/pact, blood/lust, blood/bleed, bleed/bleeds, ble/ed, bleed/ing, bleeding/out, blood/clot vi/vein, vei/vein, ve/in, vein/veins, vein/veiny, ven/detta, vendet/ta, ven/vendetta, vendetta/vendettas, visc/era, visc/eral, visc/visceram visc/visceral, viscera/visceral, visceral/viscerally inte/intestine, intest/ine, inte/stine, intestine/intestines large/intestine, lu/lung, lung/lungs, lun/ng, li/liver, li/ver, liv/er, liv/liver, liver/livers small/intestine, sto/mach, stomach/stomachs, sto/stomach, splee/spleen, sple/en, splee/een, spleen/spleens wo/wound, wou/wound, wou/nd, wo/und, wound/wounds fle/sh, fle/flesh, flesh/fleshes, flesh/fleshy o/organ, or/gan, org/an, org/organ, organ/organs co/coprse, cor/pse, cor/corpse, corplse/like, corpse/corpses, car/nage, carn/age, car/carnage, carn/carnage, carnage/carnages, clo/clot, clo/t, clo/ot, clot/clots art/artery, ar/tery, art/ery, artery/arteries pan/creas, pan/pancreas, pancrea/pancreas, pancreas/pancreases kid/ney, ki/kidney, kid/kidney, kidney/kidneys

titles:

the gore, the gored, the gorer, the visceral, the bleeding, the organ, the one with missing organs/limbs, the flesh eater, the wounded, the mortally wounded, the bleeding/bloody corpse, the half eaten corpse, the rotting flesh, the one with missing arteries, the one with bleeding arteries

(prn) whos skin peels, (prn) whos organs/limbs are missing, (prn) who's intestines are exposed, (prn) who brings carnage, (prn) whos flesh rots, (prn) who is gravely wounded

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