#characters 🏷

[the-kittyphiles]

Quackity from QSMP is a 🗺!

[ID: Character Quackity from the QSMP with the 🗺 flag on their cheek.

Quackity in front of the 🗺 flag.]

[aeroblossom]

arlecchino becoming enamored with furina and sending her daily letters asking to meet post archon quest at her home with cakes and flowers attached and neuvillette mailing her money every month for groceries, luxuries, sending over books and plays and operas he thinks she will like, trying to make her come to the palais anyhow versus furina who believes herself to be undeserving of love and thinking they only do it all out of pity and guilt

[q4evze]

oh yeah baby we're so back (reposting old shit)

♡ sub!kaeya, fucking surprise

♡cw: alcohol, god!reader, u are the anemo archon, gn reader, penetrative sex but no parts mentioned on either end, sort of dacryphilia, general cosmic knowledge bullshit

♡a/n: if yk yk

“I think you’ve had a bit too much,” comes a flirtatious voice behind you. Though the first floor of the tavern is always crowded and cheerful, the second stays quiet enough for you to recognize the voice’s owner.

“What makes you say that?” you reply without turning around. The answer was obvious– empty glasses litter the table you’d claimed in the dim corner– but Kaeya wasn’t one for small talk. No, if he’d gone out of his way to find you, there was a more important reason.

Gloved hands press into the faded wood next to you, along with a glass that smells of Death After Noon, as the Captain leans over the table. “Rough day, was it?”

“I didn’t know you cared.”

“Is it so astonishing that I’d care for my God?”

Your hands playing with the splintering wood of the table stilled. There had always been cityfolk that knew your secret, but not many had so shamelessly flaunted their knowledge. It would seem fitting of the Spymaster to keep you on your toes. It wouldn’t be right, though, you decide, to let someone so brazen play games with a god.

“I didn’t take you for the type,” you answer measuredly, turning to meet his eye. “But then, I didn’t think I’d mentioned who I was to you before. Perhaps I’ve just scratched the surface in my perception of you.”

And perhaps the human drink has finally reached your brain, you think, as his visible eye glitters at your words. “Let’s get you home,” are the words that fall from his lips, neatly avoiding your implications. Fitting of the Knights, so good at backing out of impossible corners.

Your thoughts almost distract you from his next question.

“Where do you stay?”

You smile and lean in close, close enough Kaeya can hear you over the music and laughter of the tavern when you speak. “I don’t stay. I move where the winds lead me. And tonight, they’ve led me to you.”

He watches you, always so critical, as you lift his Death After Noon to your lips and let the sweet wine slide down your throat.

“Are you sure?” he asks, almost surprised. The wine hits your blood but does nothing to dull your mind. So difficult, to get drunk on the spirits of mortals. But there are other ways, you reason, to intoxicate oneself. And a new door just opened.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You don’t have any sense of danger? No regard for your safety?”

You shift slowly, leaning in towards the Captain. “You overestimate yourself,” you murmur, slow and sure. “Do you think you know more than me? Do you think I haven’t watched over you since you stumbled into my land? Do you think you would have thrived here without my blessing?”

You move closer, close enough that your lips brush against his ear when you say, “Do you think I don’t know you better than you know yourself?”

Kaeya freezes for a minute, but manages to maintain his façade. “If we’re to continue this conversation, it should be when you’re sober,” he relents.

“Such kindness,” you reply. So much this mortal didn’t know, so much he thought he did. You decide to keep to yourself that the wine had nothing to do with your disposition.

The scenes of the tavern and the streets blur as calloused hands guide you outside and into the night. You smile to yourself quietly– you hadn’t even had to ask– as the lights of the townhouses come into view.

The first thing you notice is that the decoration is sparse. A boy from two broken families would want less to miss, but the reality of it brings you to your senses. The music and blurriness of the city fall away to the quiet understatedness of the apartment.

Wordlessly, you remove your shoes and cross the room to wrap your arms around the Captain’s slender waist from behind.

“Poor lonely boy,” you whisper to him, your voice deep and rasping. “So underappreciated, so hopelessly unaware of the love this city feels for you.” Your grip tightens, sliding down over his hips. “Let me show you how much Mondstadt loves you.”

“You’re Mondstadt itself, are you?” comes his reply, breathless and questioning. Kaeya turns in your hands, tracing the softly glowing veins of your arms from elbow to wrist. The new orientation allows for you to let your fingertips wander, closer to where you wanted them.

“Yes,” is your simple answer. “The city, the lands, the people. I thought you knew.”

His back arches into you at the command of a wandering hand.

“I know your value to my people,” you continue, other hand tugging at his bottom lip, admiring its fullness. “I know what you deserve, outlander. You have the blessing of the Anemo Archon, is that not enough for you?

His stunned silence keeps you talking– you’ve never seen the Cavalry Captain speechless before. “Few can say they’ve caught the attention of a god. Some might consider themselves honored. Some might praise and worship me. But I like you best because you wouldn’t do any of that at all.” You brush a stray lock of hair out of his face carefully. “Beautiful little thing, let me show you how wanted you are.”

“You’re awfully confident,” comes his reply, deliberate as he brings your hand on his face to his lips, sucking at the worn, scarred flesh.

The time between the exchange at the front door and arriving in bed seems nonexistent. You hover over the mortal, veins thrumming with magic as you move to rid him of his clothes.

His submission catches you off guard, however, when he melts into your touch, letting his eye flutter shut as your fingers swiftly work open the laces of his corset and belt with an adept familiarity, as if you had put them on the Captain yourself. When the buttons of his shirt come undone, you busy yourself with his chest, and when you finally manage to peel his tight pants down his thighs, your teeth sink into the soft brown skin of his stomach.

Desperate hips rock against your chin, looking for friction. When your exploring touch finds his tight rim, you hear a barely muffled gasp from above you. That’s what I’m looking for.

“Do you have anything to help with this?” you mumble against his skin, biting back a laugh when he clenches tighter at the sound of your voice.

“Bedside table”, he answers, desperately trying to hide the shakiness of his voice. You fish in the drawer until you draw up an oil, one you first remember being used for this purpose hundreds of years ago. You push the Knight’s knees apart.

“Just like that,” you murmur, pouring the shining golden liquid over your fingers. Before the excess can spill over your palms, you press it into him, deliberate and unceremoniously. Try as you might, your eyes never stray from between his thighs as you coax your toying fingers deeper. Deft and smooth as ever, you spread him open before your prying, all-seeing eyes, as if to peel away all his secrets with the display.

Kaeya’s sweet moans brought your attention back to the present, the present where you were feeling and human and vulnerable, where another ached just out of reach of your fingertips. The present, the reality, where you could realize how much you needed to be inside the mortal crying out and stuffed full of your digits as soon as possible.

The show of his hole spreading and twitching for you almost distracted your focus enough to forget your intentions. Almost, but not quite. You stare into his bottomless, starry eye as you slide into him.

Settling your hands around the halo of blue hair, you rolled your hips forward, tender and forgiving. “I love you,” you whisper as you feel his body tremble under yours.

“You’re d-drunk,” he accuses, gasping in time with your soft thrusts. “D-don’t say things like that unless you mean it.”

Your reply comes easily. “You think I don’t?” Your lips graze the soft incline of his cheekbones. “I speak for my city. I speak for my land and all of its people. I am the wind and sky, the lifeblood of the land.”

“I love you, Kaeya.”

“Ahhhh!”

“We are your home. We love you.”

“Don’t say that, I told you–”

“I am your home. I love you.”

It had been so, so long since anyone had told Kaeya that he was loved.

The cruel emotional overstimulation you insisted on putting him through makes tears shine in his eye; that unknowable, sparkling eye. It also makes him tighten around you again.

As Kaeya’s lips part in protest, you press his knees back against his chest and drive yourself in further, reaching down to draw his lips to yours. “I love you,” you repeat, quieter against his lips before tugging his lip into your teeth. You pretend not to notice the tears that wet your cheek.

Kaeya’s fingers dig into your back, pushing you deeper, closer, as if all he wanted was to end up in a world where only you would tell him he was loved, over and over, until he could understand. The sound of his orgasm is carried on the melody of a wordless sob. His tears stream down his face in rivers now, and you lick them off his face one by one, buried deep inside as he clings to you tightly.

Well done, you think to yourself, as the Knight shakes and sobs at your mercy. What better way to welcome a mortal home than to show him his god’s love firsthand?

[womenenthusiast2]

drew this (my vesper and cirrus as christine and erik) alike 4 months ago after finishing the phantom of the opera, this was my peak art actually

[everythingseasoning]

M’s Anime Analysis Masterlist*

includes: Haikyu!!, HunterxHunter, A Lull in The Sea, My Hero Academia, Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, Dandadan, more to come!

diary entries and other insights: FOUND HERE*

Character Analysis’

JJK

Suguru Geto In Depth || Revised.

Satoru Gojo

What did Gojo say to Geto before Killing Him?

The Mischaracterization of Gojo in the JJK fandom - Semi Brief

Megumi Fushiguro Brief

Sukuna’s Motivations and some JJK philosophy

Dandadan

Turbo Granny (Dandadan)

Duo/Dynamic Analysis’

JJK

Satosugu brief analysis

SatoSugu In Depth: Why Gojo and Geto could connect despite Gojo’s life of isolation + What the two meant to each other + What could’ve been

[xoxzso]

good morning. thinking about felipe again

[wolf-saint]

Me when I sit down and wonder if the small victories of the finale were worth episode after episode of nothing content,,,

[broodingmysterybackup]

🏷 tag drop: M.alachai P.arker

[the-kittyphiles]

Bandit from Bluey is a 🗺!

[ID: Bandit from Bluey with the 🗺 flag on his cheek.

Bandit in front of the 🗺 flag. End ID]

[aeroblossom]

i feel like i've fooled people into thinking i only write for fontaine. this is not the case. i am certainly a fontaine lover, but mondstadt and sumeru are my two other true loves. you have no idea the length of time i could give you a university level lecture on albedo and wanderer. did you know that albedo's e skill and burst pose is a fullmetal alchemist reference?

[junebugessentials]

i quit crocheting lmao im really wondering if i should get back to it

Hello hello! Can i pls request a hc of mitsuya with an s/o that likes to knit sweaters and plushies? And s/o likes to gift everyone, one of their work

This had been stuck in my head for a while 🧍‍♂️i hope i make sense. I am not good with english sorry °~°;

❀ KNITTING HOBBY | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 mitsuya takashi ( + tokyo manji gang members ) 💿 gender neutral, second pov (you/your), fluff, found family, established relationship, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, headcanon 📅 june 25, 2021 🔗 masterlist

mitsuya and his lover are too similar to each other. and just like mitsuya though, you love giving gifts to the people you like... even if it's the whole of toman.

☆ They say opposite attracts, that was not the case for Mitsuya and you.

☆ You have the same favorite subjects (which is honestly, club period), the same favorite band, you’re in the same class and club, and you even have the same hobby which is knitting.

☆ No one was surprised when the two of you got together.

☆ You have little knitting / sewing / crafting competitions with him and he always lets you win. (He'd never tell you but you know. You just do.)

☆ Mitsuya was enthusiastic to introduce you to Toman who warmly welcomed you as Mitsuya’s lover.

☆ It started off as an act of gratitude to Mikey who took care of Mitsuya (on the outside, it always seemed the opposite to anyone that wouldn’t care to see past Mikey’s walls). Knitting had always been a part of your life so it was no brainer that the one thing you would give Mikey, it would be knitted by yours truly.

☆ You shyly passed it to him, wrapped delicately in one of the wrappers you found at home.

"What’s this for, Y/n-tan~" "Just... Something. From me to you."

☆ Mitsuya watched on with a little pout.

☆ Mikey literally brightened when he opened it and saw knitted gloves that had his name stitched in gold thread by the wrist that contrasted the dark color.

☆ Boy will literally push everyone away to catch you and spin you around in happiness because no one did this for him before!

☆ Mitsuya gave you that look. The same look his sisters give him when they want something but don’t want to tell him, even though it’s pretty obvious anyway.

☆ Even Draken looks interested.

☆ From what you heard after that, Mikey proceeded to show off to everyone that he got a gift from Mitsuya’s s/o!

☆ You find yourself secretly making a scarf for Mitsuya as well. He was overjoyed, of course.

☆ Adding to that, you gave his sisters, Mana and Luna, bunny plushies as well.

☆ Knitting takes a lot of time but when you heard that Takemichi’s sweater got ripped from getting chased by dogs courtesy of Baji and his dumb plans, you can’t help but fix up a dark colored sweater just for him.

☆ You like Takemichi’s blond locks, you really do, but black suits him better. It makes his eyes stand out. Since you can’t drag him to a salon to dye his hair back to black, you decided to just give him a black sweater instead.

☆ He looked like he was about to cry after that. (He did cry, of course, it’s Takemichi.)

☆ It wasn’t long before you were working on your next big project, which was a light blue beanie for Chifuyu that matches his eyes and his love for oversized clothes.

☆ These two were the youngest and they were both jumping and literally sparkling when they both received your gifts.

☆ Baji gave you a sad puppy look when he heard about it from Chifuyu.

☆ You couldn’t help but knit him a small puppy plushie because it reminded you of him. Despite its small size (and a little messy, since you did hurry it up), Baji was bouncing when he got it from you.

☆ Mitsuya just watches flabbergasted as you continue on knitting different things for members of Toman while humming happily.

☆ Not only is knitting time-consuming, it’s also expensive.

☆ Inupi sneakily passed you some cash (a lot, mind you) that he got with the help of Koko’s mind and talent at getting money.

"...What’s this for?" "I heard from Mitsuya-san that knitting is pricey, so here." "But, like, why?" "..." "Do you want me to knit something for you?w

☆ Inupi nods and he whispers to make one for Koko as well. The same Koko that was standing behind him with a confused look on his face.

☆ Those two end up with mini-knitted versions of themselves. The selling point were the button eyes that took you so long just so that you can match the shade of their eyes.

☆ You pretend as if you don’t know they exchanged dolls. Inupi had Koko’s and Koko had Inupi’s.

☆ Koko paid you for that, much more than needed but he only said that you’ll probably end up knitting even more so you should just take the money.

☆ True to that, Hakkai shyly approached you a while later, trying to beat around the bush about the mini-dolls he saw hanging off Inupi’s and Koko’s bags.

☆ Mitsuya tried scaring him off. What the hell dude?

☆ You accepted and told him that you’ll finish it sometime next week.

☆ Mitsuya gave you another one of his looks. The same one he gave you earlier in the year when Mikey got the gloves.

☆ Since you heard that Peyan liked dogs, except the dog Pachin had, you also gave him a small towel that had a tiny dog stitched on one corner.

☆ Souya and Nahoya got matching washcloths that you noticed them using every now and then.

☆ Hell, even Draken got a mini-dragon plushie. He blinked at you before slowly accepting it.

☆ You gave Emma a similar one a week later.

☆ When you’re bored, you knit. When you’re tired, you knit. When you’re sad, you knit. This results in having a lot of knitted things. And sometimes, your shelf or closet doesn’t have enough space for these works.

☆ They always end up at Toman’s hands.

[broodingmystery]

🏷 tag drop; Rebecca Lewis

[womenenthusiast2]

Wanted to try a more “painting” like style, but i basically gave up on the background so here’s an awkwardly cut version of the drawing. My still nameless Mc and Helios (belonging to @coeluvr ) together while i can still draw fluff.

Used this picture as reference.

[everythingseasoning]

There’s construction going on around where I live and the music they’ve been playing is so fun & wholesome and I’m just shakin’ my body in the kitchen, straight vibin’ with them, parallel play

I wish Yuuji was here it would be such a good time!! He’d be goofing off with me, all smiles and laughter and good movement. I know for a fact he’d be a happier guy in this universe and def enjoy moments like these to the fullest

[organicsaturdaychurch]

FUCK YEAAH mostly niche fandom attack!!!!!

The people of which there is zero pressure @trashgremlendoesart @bunny-ribb1t @discount--dracula and anyone else who is down to cloen

5 Favourite Characters Poll (Tag Game)

I was tag by: @star-mum

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

Thanks you so much for the tag

Tags <3: @meeks-beas @practically-an-x-man @outer-space-face @trashworldblog @mydearlybeloathed

[cherryblossom-chopper]

ღ Falling Asleep on His Shoulder ღ

Dozing off with Crocodile, Killer, and Zoro

————— ୨୧ —————

Crocodile slides a lazy glance over your way. What kind of secretary falls asleep on their boss? He hums to himself as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Crocodile leans back against the luxury couch, resting his documents on the table beside him. Glancing back down at you, Crocodile frowns. Maybe he’s been putting too much on your plate. Moving slowly, he taps out his cigar in an ash tray before resting his eyes. Your work load can be discussed in the morning.

・‥…━━━☆

You always hated the crows nest, so Killer was surprised when you joined him earlier that night. Now, with the moon slowly sinking into western sky, Killer isn’t surprised to hear your soft snoring. He chuckles, as you nuzzle further into him. You’ll complain tomorrow about how you’re sore, and he’ll scold you for falling asleep in that pose. In this moment, Killer doesn’t have the heart to wake you. Maybe he’ll let you sleep on him for just a bit longer.

・‥…━━━☆

Zoro peaks his eyes open at the weight leaning his against him. Seeing your frame softly snoring against him makes him sigh with contentment. A small smile finds its way onto his face. You work so hard and at the very least deserve a mid-day nap in the sun; right by his side, as it should be.

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