#devintrinidad

[merakiui]

Hi!!!! For the prompt thing!

“Is that how you see me?” With Azul?

Hi hiiii!!! :D thank you for asking!!! <3

(fwb dialogues)

"If we pretend to be a newly married couple, do you think this hotel would give us the honeymoon suite?" Idly, you scroll through photos of the hotel and its rooms, admiring the jacuzzi bath and the wide, tall windows with a breathtaking view. "It's a nice place. Kinda expensive, though."

Azul looks up from the economics magazine he's been poring over for the past fifteen minutes now. He sits against the headboard of his bed, and you're lying flat on your back. Your legs are draped over his lap in a casual sprawl. Sometimes, when you're side by side like this, he thinks otherwise of your arrangement.

Just marry 'em already, Floyd had once said. You're doin' all the usual shit couples do. What's one more step?

Although that 'one more step' is more like a giant, impossible leap across a yawning cavern with a horrendous drop. He can't risk it.

Azul peers at your phone when you hand it to him. He flicks through the images, assessing quality and aesthetics in one go. "It's not bad. Why a honeymoon suite, though?"

"I dunno. It sounds fun. I think we'd pass as a believable couple."

He exhales through his nose, amused. "Is that how you see me? As a stand-in husband?"

"Your words."

Azul rolls his eyes playfully, an impish grin tugging at his lips. He sets his magazine and your phone on the bedside table before moving to lie beside you. You peer at him as he props himself up on one arm.

"Your implication," he counters, leaning in to rub noses with you.

"Your choice." You wink, preening under the affectionate treatment. "So what do you think? Vacation as a faux married couple—yes or no?"

"My answer should be clear enough." Azul drags you into a lazy embrace, pressing his forehead to yours. "Come with me to pick out a ring. If we're going to commit to the act, we might as well cover all of our bases, yes?"

"Fine by me."

"My dearest angelfish, you've made me the happiest man," he exaggerates.

"Save that for when you put the ring on me, charmer."

"It doesn't hurt to practice now. Shall I lend you my surname for rehearsal?"

You loop your arms around him, legs intertwining. "Why, how kind of you."

The rest of your gratitude is expressed in a slow, sweet kiss.

[dearestones]

His Eyes Focused On You (L x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW, nothing too explicit, established relationship, etc. 

Anonymous Request: i was wondering if i could request something about nsfw interaction with L x reader in an established relationship:“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  thank you so much 😊 

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It’s a tangle of limbs and half muttered phrases, all of it crooned or muttered in throes of passion. There's bedsheets and pillows, the fragrance of pastries and the stagnant air that accompanies hotel rooms. As you're swept up in the rising heat of frantic touches and lingering kisses, you can barely keep your eyes open, wanting to savor the moment of pure vulnerability.

Your bed partner, all toned muscle and soft grunts, is holding you tightly, almost too tight. The pressure is comforting, making you believe that this is real.

It has to be real.

"Are you okay?"

You can't help but ask, as your back arches off the bed, your chest meeting his eager mouth. His tongue laves around your sensitive skin and his hands, soft finger pads and calloused palms exploring every inch of your body.

At your question, he pauses and his dark eyes meet yours. 

Before you had become close to him, intimate in a way that you knew was afforded to few people, you didn't peg him for the type of person to want to get physical with another human being. Of course, you knew that most people had needs. You just assumed that based on his line of work and his preference for privacy, you thought that he would use other means to satisfy his primal urges. And if toys or other sources of stimulation weren't enough, then you supposed that he must have sought carnal satisfaction through sex workers.

For the most part, you were right. As a detective on the move, it was imperative for him to remain loose and detached from others. Sex workers, escorts, and the like could be bribed into silence. Machines and toys could be bought anonymously online. However, months of close relations and intimate conversation had culminated into the slow and steady crescendo of you and your beloved partner finally settling into each other's arms in an erotic dance that had you swaying your hips and falling neatly into his arms. 

Over and over again. 

Was it purely all physical? 

You hoped that this relationship meant something to him. Many days were spent poring over his investigations and most nights were spent in each other’s arms. He loved talking, you knew that, but he also liked observing you. Watching you. Making note of your likes and dislikes, what made you tick, what made you smile that special smile of yours that made him proud. 

In turn, you did the same. 

You could never fool yourself into thinking that you truly knew every aspect of him, but when you were close together like this, with both your hips moving against each other in unison, sweet friction inciting the embers of passion, you thought you could finally see the man underneath the facade of a cold, analytical character. You had never doubted that he was human, but you never knew that he could lower his defenses to reveal that he was warm to the touch and that his heart beat fast under your touches. 

“Are you okay?” You ask again, insistently this time. One of your hands lands on his bicep while the other cups his cheek. It’s intimate, too close to tender and leagues away from pure carnal intent. Often, the both of you would incite foreplay through banter, build up the tension with lingering touches and innuendo and then finally consummate your union. However, it was rare for soft touches that conveyed nothing more than affection and the trust that you had for him. 

L, your lover, trusted you enough that you wouldn’t kill him in his sleep. 

But L, the world’s greatest detective, only looked to you for help whenever he needed insight on one of his cases. 

Having resigned yourself to the fact that this relationship was never going to be in your favor, you would not be surprised if L had decided to shrug away your soothing touches and continued to bring the both of you to completion. You would not lie: you ached for the sweet release of bliss, but you were content to remain connected as is, bodies intertwined and your sweat dripping and pooling together underneath your bodies and soaking into the sheets. 

Yet, just when you were about to release L and to urge your hips to move against his, you felt your heart flutter with warmth when he interlaced his fingers with your fingers that caressed his cheek. For a brief moment, his dark eyed gaze kept you entranced, the look in his eyes seemingly expressionless, but the intensity stemming from a passion that you had never seen him display so brazenly before. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” It comes out as a whisper, barely louder than your moans as he leans closer to you, his every movement brushing against your most sensitive parts of you. There’s a broken, jagged edge to his tone, like a porcelain vase that had been broken and sanded down to prevent injury. Scars that never healed right. 

L continues to hold your gaze and the grip that he has on your body seems to tighten and grow even warmer.

You’re lightheaded, but still very much aware of your surroundings and of course, L. 

“It’s because I love you,” you whisper without any hint of irony or shame. Perhaps if you weren’t naked and swept up in his arms, maybe you might have thought twice about admitting such a thing, but in that moment, you wanted to be true to yourself. 

“I love you,” you say again. 

L holds you close, his dark eyed gaze never waving before you notice that the lines of his lips have softened and that one corner had lifted into a soft smile. Bending down, he presses a kiss–too chaste for this situation, but so very telling of his true desires–to your temple before he continues his ministrations from before, careful to keep his pace steady and his eyes focused on you. 

It didn’t matter if he didn’t say it back. 

His actions spoke otherwise. 

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DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST

[devintrinidad]

🦊🦊🦊🦊 I was scared to approach you for a while until we actually talked. Turns out you're super sweet and amazing—

Oh my gosh, you were??? Hahah, it was so nice getting to know you as well! I’m glad that you reached out in the beginning, even if it was because of “she who shall not be named”. :D

[yandere-daydreams]

Congrats, you're on todayontumblr :D

my great love for fat bears has caused me to break containment and expose myself to the greater public of tumblr dot com. apologies all around. i will see myself out as soon as grazer's victory is properly celebrated.

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

WHAT

EMINEM COINED IT?

STAN???

WHAT

Yeah. There's folks who say it was an existing but not yet super-widespread portmanteau of stalker and fan, but there's not really a lot of evidence for that, and honestly I think he just named the guy Stan bc it worked well in the song and that took off.

[woodswolf]

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? (Hope you have fun with these! And you don't have to answer all of them if you don't want to !:D)

writer's truth or dare ask game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

a lot of my old ninjago stuff has tons of hits and kudos n shit even though i do not care about it anymore lol. some of it's good some of it Is Not. but i digress. anyway i added the word count graph bc i think it's really funny that DLD is lapping the second longest item twice over (and it's going to be more than 3x over after i finish chapter 5 🥴 <- DERANGED)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

kinda a long story actually. starts with reading a TIME magazine article about HP fanfiction back around the time the last movie was coming out. (i read it in print though, can't figure out where to find it online. it had a lot of like fic recs n shit in it, honestly kinda funny looking back on it.) from there i found out that the HP news fansite my dad visited a lot (mugglenet) had a fanfiction subarea and went through a lot of shit on there. eventually i tried posting my own bad shit but it got rejected by the moderators (deserved lmao) and from there i moved over to FFN somehow and started doing shit there. at which point i was still in the middle of my Coraline Special Interest phase and thought "hm. coraline seems very Killable". and the rest is history lmao

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

N/A because i actually don't really do much editing. my mom was a newspaper editor for her career before she had me and the general rules of grammar got knocked into me very quickly from the combination of Her and just like. looking shit up sometimes, or mimicking how things were written in books maybe. fuck if i know honestly, i've been writing as a hobby since i was like 9-10 or some shit and over time it's just gradually become part of my process that i don't fuck up formatting and if i do it's only genuinely by accident.

as for shit like rewording sentences and shit like that, i also generally do that as i go but i'll also do that on rereads (because i reread my stuff all the time). ill just see something that's like "oh that's awkwardly worded or there's a word missing or whatever" and i'll make the edit as necessary. that kind of stuff is 9/10 and only because i have to find where the edit is needed again in whichever area im editing it

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

no paragraph breaks or far too few paragraph breaks. everything else im flexible on but that's my hard rule. from there it's shit like if the spelling/grammar/punctuation is especially bad - it's like if you didn't care to Write this well then i probably won't care to Read it well. theres other things (e.g. it often bothers me when people leave blank paragraphs between every paragraph even if i won't stop reading it over that) but those are the ones that'll make me click off INSTANTLY.

thanks for the ask!!

[indiangp]

Hi! If someone were to send you a sample of their handwriting, would you analyze it?

I can try but I can't guarantee that my analysis will be accurate and error free lol. It's a hobby that I do once every few months and give up on subsequently so I'm not the best person to ask for an analysis 😶

[lotusdumpling]

I DID

I FEEL POWERFUL

WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[helloiamadrawer]

*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Thank you so much queen ❤️

[224terminal]

Hi! I know the story behind your other name, merakiui, but can you give the backstory for 224terminal? I know it's an airport, but the number? Just curious, hehehe... And I'm also excited for your yandere ocs! :D

thank you for your excitement!!!! :D

as for the name, 224 means 2day (today), 2morrow (tomorrow), and 4ever (forever). terminal is an airport, but it’s a word with many meanings. it can also mean “situated at the end or extremity of something” or “predicted to lead to death.” hence the tagline “the bittersweet end.”

so essentially my username has two meanings!

224terminal -> a today, tomorrow, and forever with an ending.

224 terminal -> an airport in which there are many todays, tomorrows, and forevers passing through every gate.

i like airports because you can meet all sorts of interesting and fun people in them, and most of those meetings can be fleeting. so for a blog in which you will meet many characters, each one different from the last, it can feel like that of a bustling airport! although for aesthetic purposes, i like to imagine this airport is desolate and not many pass through and everything is overgrown with flowers and weeds and the skylight is shattered, but the terminal still welcomes all who wish to visit. almost like a destined or fated meeting!

[saneriddlefan67]

@devintrinidad

I was thinking about that option too, but it would be so cool if they showed some moments where Azul uses both of his hands since I don't think he would randomly turn right handed when he transforms into a human. I can understand if he favors his right hand BUT PLS TWST DON'T IGNORE THE FACT THAT HE COULD USE ALL OF HIS TENTACLES TO DO DIFFERENT STUFF???

I don't think there's any ambidextrous character, it would be cool if there was one though. Azul will remain ambidextrous in my brain forever/hj I wish Twst showed more of the mermen traits Octavinelle has tbh

[merakiui]

MERA NEW JADE CARD IN TIME FOR TMDG

I PAUSED MY EDITING SO FAST TO CHECK AND OOOOOOOOOO,,,,,,, ojiisan is too cute. >_< he looks like a sweet, elderly shop owner who is polite, but will also become quite fearsome in certain circumstances. The sharp smile… The way he’s bent over slightly……. The clasped hands…………… THE HAT AND SCARF. OMG AND THE LOVELY TRADITIONAL WEAR!!! I want to pretend this is a stance his father adopts sometimes,,, he feels like your definitely-not-but-absolutely mafia grandfather who is the retired head of the business and now he just runs a tea shop. <3

[dearestones]

Requests Closed

Hey, Devin here! This is a post that has been long overdue!

I know that I have a lot of followers and readers out there who appreciate my work. I love you all and I hope to make another post in the future that isn't as melancholy in the future.

That said, I don't think I, in good conscious, can keep this account running without informing you guys that I'm already busy with a very long multichap fic on my main ao3 account. As much as I would love to continue honoring requests, I don't think I can at this time.

I hope, in the future, I will return to this account and start writing x readers and other fics for your enjoyment in the future.

However, please don't let that stop you all from talking to me, asking questions, or asking me for commissions. You can dm me for commission prices and other specifics, but I will no longer do requests until further notice.

Thanks again and I hope you all have a wonderful day.

Until we meet again.

[devintrinidad]

What are your favourite TWST ships in general?

I don't actually ship anyone in Twst? Honestly, I think I like the games' themes of found family, the bonds of friendship, and other male platonic relationships to be more compelling than romance.

I mean, there are some with potential? I love the Octatrio's dynamics no matter the ships both platonic and romantic within their little trio.

Pomefam have great relationships as well.

And so does Diafam when they finally tell each other how much they mean to each other.

Idia and his family have interesting dynamics...

Honestly, yeah, I just don't see twst characters engaging in romantic endeavors because I know that most of them wouldn't last past graduation and if they do, it might become borderline toxic, but I suppose there's an appeal to that.

Thanks for the question and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

[woodswolf]

Picrew Tag Game

tagged by @listles-s

haven't done a tag game in literal years but this was fun :)

tagging @devintrinidad @beepiiboop @solartidepool @lovelymovingcure @blakquill @hellobendykitty and anyone else that wants to :)

[224terminal]

Oh my gosh! I love Ceto so much! If you ever have time and if you’re interested, can you write a short interaction with any or all of the Octatrio? It can be a short snippet! I just want to see Jade (please make it Jade) so bothered and unsettled by her UM! Or have the both of them out in the forest collecting and harvesting their respective hobbies!

Ceto sounds so cute! I love her so much! Can she be my girlfriend? I wouldn’t mind staring into her mouth…

(Ignore that last part hahah, I’m just so in love with her)

Oh gosh! Just realized! Ceto means “sea monster”! Very clever hahahah

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aaaa thank you so much for liking her!!! she's the cutest and the creepiest. <3 she fits right in with the eccentric octavinelle trio. the tags you left on your reblog are also very true!! azul would absolutely capitalize on her um, weaponizing it for his own benefit. she likes to tease everyone by opening her mouth and seeming suggestive about it just to gauge reactions hehe. the twins are her favorite two to subject to this teasing. she's a menace through and through.

and her name does indeed mean "sea monster"! i took inspiration from the greek goddess ceto, who is the goddess of the dangers of the sea and sea monsters. essentially, ceto (my oc) is meant to embody that sort of unnerving fear of the deep sea and all of the horrors it can house.

stare into her mouth as much as you would like. she has many fun (scary) things to show you. <3 and she is everyone's girl-friend. ceto proudly proclaims that, by which she means she's everyone's friend who is a girl. aaaa she's silly and annoying just like jade, which is why he makes for such a good specimen to test her um on.

without further ado, please enjoy this small scenario!!! i think the idea of jade and ceto collecting things for their respective hobbies together is a fun prompt. i imagine they have the sort of relationship where they can tolerate one another on polite and friendly levels, but both know to tread lightly as they are deep-sea predators.

ceto steps across a fallen tree as if it's a tightrope placed precariously high, her arms outstretched to retain a graceful sort of balance. though she had initially come to search the forest for interesting insect specimens, she's done no such thing in the thirty or so minutes she's spent walking beside jade, who keeps his stare trained to the ground in hopes of finding a certain mushroom species. it thrives in this part of the forest, or so he had explained, his mismatched eyes alight with an almost child-like wonder.

she hops down from the tree just as the question leaves her lips: "do you know how many teeth make up an adult human's mouth?"

jade turns to view her with a raised brow. "thirty-two," he replies as if it's easy trivia.

she hums her approval and then taps a manicured fingernail against her cheek. "compared to our mouths, that's not a lot of teeth."

"i suppose not, no."

"that's too bad." she twirls slowly, moving as if acting out steps in a one-partner waltz. it's a strange sort of whimsy that pairs well with the bright musicality in her tone. "many teeth make mincing meals easier!"

jade hums his acknowledgement, flipping through a guidebook for visual reference. ceto peers past him, brows furrowed. they've walked deep enough to have come across all kinds of fungi. she wonders what's so special about this specific species. maybe it's like a butterfly: fluttery and difficult to catch. beautifully fragile. although in jade's case, it's likely prized for its use in a terrarium or a dish and not how pretty it will look pinned to a board. maybe it's the poisonous kind. maybe it's the kind that looks poisonous but is really just innocent. an expert mimic. she can never determine which jade will choose to gather next.

"having lots of teeth is nice. if they break or fall out, we can just grow more. humans only get two sets, so they don't have the luxury of endless teeth."

"it's rather unfortunate, isn't it?"

"very much so!" skipping ahead, ceto falls into step beside him. "it's a shame, really."

jade chuckles. "if i may ask, why have teeth left you so fascinated?"

"i was just thinking. when i open my mouth, most recoil in surprise or fear. but human teeth are beautiful and terrifying all in one, yet no one discusses it as often as they do our teeth. i recently learned that the human jaw is powerful enough to bite through fingers." she feigns a shudder, her voice wavering with faux fright. "humans are scary."

"i would hope so, otherwise they wouldn't be very worthy of the title 'predator' now, would they?"

"no, not really." she folds her arms behind her back, humming once more. her feet deliberately carry her further until she stops, pivots, and stands directly in front of jade. his gait halts, and he looks at her quizzically. "for us, the idea of chewing through finger bones is fry's play. it's not very unsettling."

his eyes narrow.

"and so i've been wondering something lately—with all this talk of teeth and fear." a sharp smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "just what is the jade leech afraid of? because you exist in lots of nightmares, but you don't seem to have a nightmare of your own."

she steps towards him, and he allows it. ceto knows he's not a fool. he could draw his magic pen, use brute strength to force her into submission, but he doesn't. he watches carefully, assessing her every movement. a coward waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"i've considered dozens of phobias and none of them seem to suit you. but i know you're not fearless. no one is. and for someone who can carve the truth from others with a single stare, i'd like to do the same. if you'd be willing to indulge me, that is."

jade smiles thinly, aiming to remain effortlessly composed, but he's looking right into her open maw, right at the alluring luminescence in the back of her throat. and perhaps it's because it delights ceto so that he does it, or perhaps it's simply because he cannot force himself to look away no matter how hard he tries. she's something of a shipwreck: brutal and cruel, yet tragically hypnotic. and were her voice that of a siren's scream or the merry cries of phantom sailors, he would be thoroughly ensorcelled.

"you're too good at masking your anxieties, jade. it's almost unfair."

the forest falls away then, patches of vibrant greenery and beaming sunlight gradually swallowed by an encroaching pitch-black void. ceto's eyes widen with anticipation, flashing a predatory pink.

"so let's find out what your nightmare is together, shall we?"

with a resonating finger snap, darkness descends all at once, leaving jade in a frigid pit of gloom with a lurking horror.