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[systastic]

Hi dearest!❤️

Currently helping some sysmates as they just formed and loosely latched to some people, but! Would you be comfortable doing a Freminet and/or a Dahlia (Genshin Impact both!) alter?? It’s perfectly fine if not!!❤️

Lots of love, don’t forget to take care of yourself!! -⚰️🍎

ur brain has good taste -🐝

absolutely we can!! :3 n thank mew for the love ♡ -🍥

level 1 freminet

name :: freminet, emmett, elliott, claude, antoine, florent, issac, bastien

age :: 16 to 18

pronouns :: he/him, ce/cer, ae/aer, nae/nym

roles :: dissonaut, daydream inducer, emotional suppressor, entrancer, faucet

species :: fontanian pre-prophecy

gender identity :: quoigender ; deepseain & abyssgender

orientation :: queer, greyrose (alterous and sexual), polyromantic ; tends towards close bonds of friendship or romance over sexual ones. cy desires closeness to another person; whether or not it’s romantic doesn’t matter.

source :: genshin impact

level 2 dahlia

name :: dahlia, elio, cedric, benediction (ben), theodore (theo), finneas, jude, loretto/loreto, eredis

age :: physically 15 to 18 , mentally over several thousand years old (around for the end of the archon war and the installation of the church of favonius)

pronouns :: he/him, she/her, she/he (alternating), fy/fyr/fyrself, hal/hael/halo/haloself, bat/bats/batself

roles :: secret keeper, shusher, confuser, instigator, antagonizer, religious persecutor (unintentionally)

species :: human blessed by barbatos ; functionally immortal (tied to the church)

gender identity :: bigender

orientation :: achillean, apothisexual ; had a crush on barbatos/venti when the two first met

source :: genshin impact (leaks)

aesthetic :: fallen angel, gothic, vampire goth, darkest academia

appearance description :: in spite of his status as a deacon of the church of favonius, dahlia prefers shades of black and red to white and blue. it is this eclectic taste that sets her apart from the sisters: having such colors makes him stand out, drawing people’s eyes and ears in his direction. ben does not crave this spotlight. he would much rather grant it to the sisters as they can often help the people who visit more than dahlia can. hal is a bit of a recluse, and as such does not often think of what haels outfit looks like. this often causes confusion for visitors who meet the deacon as fyrs appearance is vastly different from what is expected. finneas secretly enjoys this momentary confusion. looking at him with that dumbstruck expression makes him feel like he could get away with anything.

personality description :: a bit of a brat and brutally straightforward, dahlia does not and will not beat around the bush. lengthy messages are a pain to receive and an even greater pain to write. he is fond of witty wordplay and jokes, and is a master of passive aggressive commentary. in truth, dahlia is somewhat manipulative in terms of not telling everyone the truth all of the time, and uses the church and its funds as a coverup for his real goals: discovering a way to end his immortality and return to being normal. he’s a bastard of a man who hides behind passive aggressive comments to avoid invoking the fury of others. people don’t defy him due to his status as the deacon, though — so he can get away with quite a bit. he does genuinely love the people and makes sure that the city knows this through special events, daily devotionals for those who desire it, and pardoning any supposed sins that citizens feel they have committed. (especially the fountain brother and sister duo.) he is fiercely loyal to the church and the sisters within - particularly rosaria due to seeing himself in her - viewing them as a sort of extended, everlasting “family” he can find solace in.

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[sturnspup]

⋆ ࣪. — BLUEBERRY!SAM — .࣪ ⋆

SUMMARY .ᐟ . . . BLUEBERRY!SAM loves getting messy. too messy. the only ways he does is when he's eating his favorite fruit, and when he's eating you.

WARNINGS .ᐟ . . . big nsfw — MDNI!!! . use of petnames, mostly baby . f!reader . cunnilingus + fingering (duh) . sweet n hungry sammy . est. relationship . foodplay .

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . this is my first fic on here ever so pls be nice to me!! likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated <33.

"sammy..." you whine out in a soft yet broken voice as sam continues to eat blueberries out of the container, all while eyeing your half-naked and sprawled out body on the motel bed.

sam hums at your tone as he pops another blueberry into his mouth. the purple colored juice of the small fruit leaks down his chin, meeting the half dried stains of the past ones he's eaten.

"what's wrong, baby? tell me. be good f'me and tell me." the side of his mouth twitches to a soft smirk. the teasing and deep voice that rumbles from his throat goes straight to your bare core. it doesn't help that the squishing of fresh, wet blueberry juice falls from his lips.

you begin to clench on the open air, bucking your hips up softly. you restraint yourself from touching your aching cunt, knowing whatever he's going to do will satisfy you beyond comprehension. but it's still difficult to wait.

sam eats yet another blueberry, dragging his eyes down to your wet folds. "so precious. wonder what you'd taste like with a bit of..." he finally got off his chair and made his way over to you, chewing another berry as he did so.

he slowly kneeled down at the edge of the bed. he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer, gaining a soft gasp from you. his face was mere centimeters away as he smiled at the sight before him.

"added flavor." he groaned while his hot breath fanned against the soft flesh of your inner thighs and the drenched state of your cunt. you let out a small moan from the warmth his words gave you.

"so tell me, sweetheart," he flicked his gaze up to meet yours that was looking down at him. he took in your lust blown eyes, frustrated brows, flushed cheeks, and agape mouth. "what d'you want?" he spoke softly. his voice dripped like honey, but the purple mess around his mouth and chin, slowly making its way down his neck, was making him look far from a sweet man.

he looked hungry. the leftover juice wetted his lips in a way that he almost looked like a vampire in the soft lighting provided by the bedside lamps. he eyed you like a starved man, despite literally eating half a container of blueberries.

you couldn't hold it back anymore. you wanted him. needed him. you forced out your voice, a small twinge of whine at the end of the single word you let slip, "you."

you bucked your hips once more, getting slightly closer to the brunette. "please, sammy. please." you begged. and it worked.

sam immediately buried his face between your legs, pulling you flush against him by your legs. you let out a loud and desperate moan as his blueberry covered tongue worked its way between your folds.

he let out a gutteral groan, the noise sent vibrations against your delicate flesh. you gripped his hair between your fingers and yanked slightly, gaining a moan from him.

the white of your cum mixed with the pink toned purple staining his face. he brought his stained fingers to your hole, plunging them inside and curling them upwards. you let out obscene noises as he continued to hit all of the right spots, all while his tongue circled and softly sucked at your clit.

you shouted his name through pants, whines, and moans as he worked through you. his fingers sliding and curling at a soft, sensual pace while his tongue licked roughly against your pearl and folds.

he savored your taste mixing with the blueberry juice. he pulled away for a moment, earning a pouty whine from your lips. before you could beg him back, he had grabbed a blueberry and stuffed it against your opening, connecting his lips right after.

he licked and sucked against you, pulling the berry out and biting into it, spurting its juices against your cunt. the juice mixed with your own as he continued to move against you, gathering the mixed mess with his tongue slowly.

the sounds of your moans and the wet drags and pops of his tongue and fingers working filled the room, especially when he continued to eat the small fruit against you one after another.

the tight coil burning in your stomach began to break. "mm- sa-sammy," you panted as you grinded against his face, his nose poking your clit, making you moan loudly. "m'gonna-"

"cum f'me, baby. my sweet angel." sam purred against you. the sensation was too much for you to handle. and then you felt the band snap.

the sounds that flew from your mouth were nearly pornagraphic as you shook against sam's face. your fingers tightened their grip on his hair while your thighs locked his head in place. he continued to dig into you while you rode out your high. your back arched as he licked up your orgasm, all that was left were the wet strokes and purple tint his tongue left in it's wake.

your limbs collapsed back against the bed, trying to catch your breath. sam kissed your cunt softly before pulling back and licking his lips. he got up and hovered over you, moving the messy and sweat coated hair out of your face before caressing your cheek.

"you good, baby?" he smiled at your post-glow face before kissing your cheek. "mhmm." was all you hummed before opening your previously closed eyes and grinning weakly at him.

"thank you." you whispered before bringing his face to yours, his warm lips meshed with your cold ones, the taste of you and the fruit prominent. your lips moved in perfect synchronization, tilting your heads to get a better angle. his tongue slipped around against yours for a good while until the two of you had to pull away for air.

"i love you." you panted. sam chuckled softly, pecking your lips. "i love you more, baby." he sighed before laying down and pulling you to his chest. "we're doing that more often, y'know that?" he kissed the top of your head while you smiled and nodded your head, too tired to verbally agree.

[sunflwrapple]

having a f/o that’s speaking in their home language is just so 🗣🗣 attractive, like their lips be moving, saying words that you can’t understand, yet the words sounded so beautiful—even the way the movements of their lips are just so hypnotizing that you can’t hold yourself back and pull them into a kiss!! 🥺 ofc same goes with your f/o when they see you speaking in your home language! 🥺

𖡎 please check out my pinned post/f/os list before interacting thnx u 🍎🍏

[amarantoestrella]

—🍒 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭: Beloved starlet, vanishes without a trace!

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝟐𝟎’𝐬. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚. 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐧

—🍒 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞: Interview with a lover

# 𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬: Three Loads! Gojo

—🍒 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬: Masterlist. Events

# 𝐘𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫: Farmer! Draken

—🍒 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲: BYF

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[heartyluv]

• Camboy!Caleb/Wife!Reader Series •

𐙚 Camboy!Caleb/Reader ~ Newlyweds - 2.5K

𐙚 Camboy!Caleb/Reader - First Time - 2.5K

𐙚 PossessiveCamboy!Caleb/Reader - 2.4K

𐙚 Camboy!Caleb/Reader - 2.4K

𐙚 NeedyCamboy!Caleb/Reader - 2.8K

𐙚 Camboy!Caleb/Reader - Sex Marathon - 2.8K

𐙚 Camboy!Caleb/Pregnant!Reader - 5.2K

𐙚 SubbyCamboy!Caleb/Reader - 2.4K

𐙚 Caleb gets blue balled

𐙚 Camboy!Caleb/Reader - Some Time Alone - 2.7K

—Little Fun Facts—

𐙚 Caleb’s wife can sing

𐙚 Why Caleb chose her

There technically isn’t a right or wrong way to read these, but I’ve listed them in timeline order in which the events have happened. Enjoy, beauties!

A/N: So many people fell in love with this couple just as much as I have and a masterlist just for them was required 🥹! More is going to be added to this, so I hope you’re exciteddd.

Creds to @/anitalenia for the butterfly & sparkles dividers and @/thecutestgrotto for the 18+ divider!

[supernova41st]

Baked with love 𖦹

Sonic/Shadow x Baker!Reader

(Separate)

A/n: Okay so y’all really like my Sonic stuff 😭?? I was a bit worried about it flopping but it did so well, tysm!! I’ll probably be doing a request fic after this and some random quote posts between then, hope you like this <33

Warnings: None

Divider creds: @thecutestgrotto

Sonic

𖦹 Sonic isn’t really a sweets guy (surprisingly) but nonetheless he does enjoy your stuff. He’d eat that shit in one bite, especially the expensive stuff!

“Wha—Sonic you gotta savor it! That was like 30$ worth of matcha that you just ate there”

“Whoops, sorry babe..it just looked so good!”

𖦹 If he gets a sugar rush then it’s over. He immediately goes running laps around your house to release all the energy—hope you don’t mind your place getting a little messy (and losing power for a few minutes)

𖦹 Sonic definitely woudnt be the first person you’d choose to bake with. He’ll try rushing through the recipe and end up with a dense cake, watery frosting, and inconsistent sprinkles all around the cake.

“Alright, so first we need t-“

“Done. Ta-da!!! Doesn’t it look great, (Y/N)?”

“..mhm 🙂”

𖦹 His favorite pastry of yours? Cake pops. Quick and easy to eat + it has just the right amount of sugar before he goes sprinting across the country

Shadow

𖦹 The emo guy? No, he didn’t really care for it at first.

𖦹 Every time you offered him one of your sweets he’d always refuse to eat it, he deemed it “unnecessary” since it mostly never provided healthy nutrients, and shadow never really needed to eat as a whole.

𖦹 Eh, why not. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t curious on the obsession that humans had with sweets, so he obliged.

“Really? You wanna try something??”

“Don’t overreact, I’m just curious as to why you’re so eager about me trying sweets.”

“Uhh—alright! I’ll have something going that you’ll like, trust!!”

𖦹 You practically went scavenger hunting, trying to find the espresso powder you had lying in your pantry for nearly a year. As soon as you presented the small espresso cake to him you were quite nervous..

‘Oh god, did I put too much frosting?? He’s always so blunt about not liking something so imagine how he’ll respond if he won’t like it! Then again, he is my boyfriend so it’s not like he’ll be too cold on m—‘

“more.”

“Wha?”

𖦹 As soon as you looked down the cake was now GONE. Oof, and here you thought he wouldn’t like it. Now he’s become obsessed with your work

𖦹 His favorite pastry of yours? Macaroons. He has an old man in him, and that old man just wants to sit on a rocking chair while having tea with macaroons

[nashusglasses]

re: my Twitter thread on mechanic!sylus AU and mc who doesn’t give a fuck about their ugly beater car. happy main story day @ sylus mains!!!!! warning: lots of car lingo, too much flirting, sylus loving hot and nonchalant mc. 1.7k wc

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You pull up to the open garage door, roll down the front passenger window to yell out, "Am I good to come in?" He's stunlocked into nodding assent. This is the ugliest fucking car he's ever seen.

Old Man Abernathy comes to Sylus' garage every five thousand kilometres driven on his Surveyor. It's still a tank at almost 18-years-old, no visible tarnish on the baby blue paint. The only pressing issue Sylus has only ever seen him come in for was a transmission failure two years ago. Abernathy is, by default, Sylus' favourite customer. A car taken care of will take care of you.

Today is a simple oil change. They talk about gas prices, the newest crossover SUV that Byora is releasing next year (they both agree the engine is way too overkill for a such a practically-built car). When Abernathy slaps Sylus's hand with four $20 bills, he asks: "Do you have availability later today?"

Sylus takes the money, wipes his dirty hands with an already-stained rag. "I have a break between 3 to 5."

"I have a niece," Abernathy starts. He slips his fraying wallet into his back pocket, rounding the front of his car to the driver's door. "I've been pestering her to get her oil changed too but she's too busy with work. Today's her day off."

"Tell her she can stop by, then." Then he takes one of the bills Abernathy gave him, pinched between two fingers for easy taking, reaching over the hood of the car. "Here. Referral bonus."

Abernathy just shakes his head, then tells him his niece's name. "I'll call her to come over at 3:30, then." He looks down at the bill Sylus still keeps outstretched toward him, face wrinkled in what Sylus can only assume is an expression of sympathy. "Trust me. You should keep it."

Sylus doesn't understand his parting words until you show up two hours later.

The first thing he notices isn't even your car, it's the sound of it. He's convinced for one millisecond that it's a straight piped Civic. Tuned for maximized volume, zero efficiency, just the loud, droning rumble that disturbs everything and everyone around you for the sake of insane street cred.

You pull up to the open garage door, roll down the front passenger window to yell out, "Am I good to come in?"

He's stunlocked into nodding assent. This is the ugliest fucking car he's ever seen.

It's a super compact two-seater Scorpio, and from the look of the headlights he guesses it's the 2032 model, red all over with orange trims. Your bumper is ziptied to the front end, and when you pull in even further all his guesses of a straight pipe turn into dust when he sees your muffler is literally just… gone. There's a sticker above the car logo that says if you come any closer I'll fart on you. The paint on your fender is bruised off with a tacky duct tape job.

Well. At the very least you have a tank of a car, too. Even if the outside looks like it's in active decay, old Scorpios like yours hold well enough into 300k mileage.

The only good thing he can glean from your presence as you come out of the car is your inherited timeliness from your uncle. That, and the fact that you are not at all what he'd imagined you'd look like. Old Man Abernathy is wan, lungs shot to hell with tar from excess smoke, sporting the pot belly of pot bellies. You're bouncing with life, your pretty smile dimming only because you notice he's just ogling at your car. Sylus is trying to come up with a greeting. He really is.

He's just—he's just never seen such an ugly fucking car.

"I take it Uncle told you Ladybug only needed an oil change." Sylus doesn't miss how you say only. Like you knew your shit-for-nothing car definitely need more than just an oil change, but you either 1) don't have the cash for it, or 2) don't really care for it.

Sylus finally stops staring at your bumper, gearing straight into work mode. "Ladybug," he repeats.

You nod. "My car."

Right. Red and round and seasoned. "Make yourself comfortable there," he says, gesturing to a worn faux-leather seat right next to his toolkit. He makes his way to the driver's door, opens it with way too much force, and cringes at the awful creaking sound it makes. "I would offer the pretty lady coffee, but I'm out of coffee beans."

You raise an eyebrow at his very obvious attempt of flirting—you might have a terrible sense for car maintenance, but you are, admittedly, very cute, and he's never been one to lessen sweet talk even if the present circumstances suggested otherwise—and take a seat. "That's too bad. I was hoping the handsome mechanic would offer me something to pass the time."

Sylus is glad you didn't take his goggling to heart, but he also didn't think you'd go toe for toe so quickly. He hides his smile behind the wheel as he bends over to pull at the hood release lever inside.

The hood pops. It sounds like a tiny explosion.

"You buy this secondhand?" He goes to wrench the hood up. It's a typical sight: dried leaves wedged randomly into metal, too much dust, some rusting on the screws. The terminals on your battery are green with corrosion. And of course, there's no built-in prop. Sylus has to walk past you to get his own. You smell like laundry, minty gum, a welcome freshness in the stale grey of his garage.

"Yeah. Bought it from my sister-in-law when she started her family." He feels your eyes on him when he comes back to prop the hood up. He flexes unconsciously, suddenly very thankful he's wearing a clean tank top. Probably sweatstained but he hopes it adds to the allure. "Why? Is it that obvious?"

Sylus pulls at the oil dipstick (which, thankfully, you still have, and he would have been deeply concerned if you'd somehow lost it, which he thinks, a little meanly, that it is well within your range to do something like that). The oil's a little past the low marker, and the colour suggests some coolant leakage. He's secretly relieved. He's most definitely seen worse.

"I don't usually see bumpers held by zipties on cars people bought from the dealership." In other words, it's perfectly normal to see someone with a beater car be a little more careless with it. A curved license plate from hitting a pole, scratches near the rear lights from a near-miss with a truck.

"I guess," you sigh. "I just—I'm always so busy with work. I needed a car that'd get me from point A to point B."

Sylus hums. Next: fixing your car to the lift after putting the dipstick back and closing the hood. Ladybug ascends (flies?) with a press of a button, suspended in the air by large metal arms for Sylus to inspect the bottom. "And would I be correct to assume Ladybug does the job perfectly for you?"

You nod. "She hasn't failed me yet."

"Keyword being yet," he teases. "Are you sure you're only here for an oil change?"

Suddenly you're very interested in his rack of tools on the wall. A subtle refusal to match the gaze he levels you with, and he can't tell if it's an act of shyness or denial. "You're just good at selling your service."

Sylus slides his oil reservoir under the drain plug, unscrews it with a wrench. He watches the oil drip heavy. Sylus wants to say, I don't want to be held liable for letting you leave my garage in a death machine, but very cordially responds with, "What if I just want you to stay a little longer?"

"Then you're good at selling your service and being a flirt," you answer. Then you laugh, and Sylus thinks he wants to hear that sound forever. "I know Ladybug is… worn-out."

"That is an understatement."

"But as long as I'm keeping up with regular maintenance, then what's the point of shelling out money on things that don't really matter?"

Now it's his turn to raise an eyebrow. "Your uncle had to convince you to come see me."

"And I listened. Thank you for taking me in, by the way."

"You're welcome." His hands are automatic, a handbook for knuckles. Filter replaced, sealed, wiped down with his rag, oil drum pushed out of the way. "How long is your typical braking distance?"

You take a beat. You watch as Ladybug comes down the lift, now. "Long enough," you murmur.

Sylus is about to rub a tired hand down his face, then remembers there's sticky oil on it. "So a brake pad check next."

"She's fine," you insist, and Sylus really can't help the incredulous look he gives you. You give in to the concern, and add: "Really. Thank you though."

He's the last person to argue with a client about what they're paying for, but he has this weirdly extreme urge to keep you here. Your casual indifference to the terrible state of your car is hilarious at best, concerning at worst. What kind of person would he be if his favourite customer's referral was left feeling unsatisfied? His business acumen would fly out the window. Ran over to filth on the concrete by a little ugly tank named Ladybug.

"Tell you what," Sylus says as he pops the hood again, gets the oil jug ready to pour. "Come back and I'll change your brake pads for free."

"That's not—"

"And I won't charge you for today, either."

You shut up. You don't say anything until Sylus has finished closing the oil cap, set all his tools aside. When he turns back around, you're looking at him like he's hung all the stars in the sky, and he has the scary feeling that he'd do it all for you in a heartbeat.

"Good to go," he says, and like he feared, you start rifling through your wallet to pay him. "I already told you—"

You shake your head fast in disbelief, exactly the same way your uncle did. "That's asking too much of you."

"Nonsense. I've already offered you an alternative way of paying. And…" He crosses his arms. Makes special note of the way you immediately notice the hardness of muscle. "I still owe you that cup of coffee."

There it is. Easy bait. You squint your eyes at the challenge, let his proposition marinate in dead silence.

Then you stick your hand out and finally say, "Deal," and Sylus's lungs expand in… relief? Excitement? You look gorgeous when you're satisfied. Your hand, soft in his callous. "I'll text you."

He doesn't dare wipe the feeling of you away until you and Ladybug rev off into the evening.

[chrepsi]

˙⋆✮ savannah ✮⋆˙ you can call me sav.  nineteen.   she/her.   bi.  chris girl.   antique stores.   dog mum. sdj fifty-nine.   australian. billie eilish.   young sheldon.   same song on repeat.   airbuds.   we're all going to the world's fair.   BEX.   tits > ass.   music videos. september virgo.    masc style, fem energy.  

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sorry everything's rly messy atm i'm still sorting shit out!

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[a-snake-makes-moodboards]

Curtwen (Agent Curt Mega x Owen Carvour) from Spies Are Forever moodboard with related inspo

gift for: my lovely moot @kairithemang0!! Hope you like it :D

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song to go with it: ‘Voulez-Vous’ by ABBA

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[eddieisashifter]

✎ᝰ. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 — ​🇲​​🇾​ ​🇮​​🇲​​🇵​​🇷​​🇪​​🇸​​🇸​​🇮​​🇴​​🇳​​🇮​​🇸​​🇹​ ​🇦​​🇷​​🇹​​🇮​​🇸​​🇹​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​

❝born june 1867 on the isle of lewis in scotland, edmund victor narcissus crowley grew up in an aristocratic family fascinating with art and its depictions of nature. after studying the fundamentals, edmund moved to paris, france to study painting under the masters of the new impressionist movement. his skill rose to meet theirs and he became one of the founders of the impressionist movement.❞

EDMUND V.N. CROWLEY — ONE OF THE FOUNDING FATHERS OF IMPRESSIONISM

he/they transmasc 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 18 years old aroace queer

❝ a debussy symphony personified into a person, the glint of sunlight off of a waterfall, the cool mist of the morning, a shadow of a weeping willow over a pond of water lilies.❞

my dearest sister,

If you were rejected from the royal academy's art gallery for breaking every rule of painting, one would think you'd be deterred. but, not me. if anything, I am more passionate than ever to prove myself as an artist.

I always did like to question the rules. in school, in my art academy, in our own home. I liked to know why the rules were in place and what made them important to follow. if I found no good answer, I simply disregarded them altogether. you know this well, you exhibit the same belief.

However, this has come to a head with my art instructor when I questioned the classical ways of painting and then disregarded them to do what I found myself passionate about. the instructor did not like that whatsoever.

however, thankfully, our family was very supportive of my new step in the art world. they'd always wanted us to change the world, and I was always destined to do that with my questioning of rules, I suppose.

so, off to paris I'm headed. apparently, there's some art renaissance happening there. my parents got in contact with one claude monet, who's agreed to take me on as an apprentice and teach me this style of painting, the one I've always been drawn to.

I shall write to you as often as I can and I wish you luck with your own exploits of science in london. please respond whenever you find yourself free, I do very much miss hearing from you. and, perhaps, when winter comes around, you can visit my studio in paris.

your dear brother,

. 𝐸𝒹𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒹

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

(paintings ranging from 1889-1927)

divider cred: thecutestgrotto

. (🎪 back to the circus itinerary. . .)

[sunflwrapple]

“rarepair ships” and its just me & them <3

𖡎 please check out my pinned post/f/os list before interacting thnx u 🍎🍏

[httpssturns]

𖡼.𖤣𖥧THE TADPOLE!AU𖥧𖤣.𖡼

introducing.. park ranger!matt x water lily!reader ‧₊˚❀༉‧

..park ranger ! matt..

ᵖᵃʳᵏ ʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵎᵐᵃᵗᵗ. ²³. ᵇᵃᶜʰᵉˡᵒʳ'ˢ ᵈᵉᵍʳᵉᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵉⁿᵛᶦʳᵒⁿᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ˢᶜᶦᵉⁿᶜᵉ. ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡᵉʳ. ᵛᶦⁿᵉˢ. ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ. ᵗʳᵉᵉ ᶜˡᶦᵐᵇᵉʳ. ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵏᶦᵈˢ. ᵍᵘᶦᵈᵉ. ᵃⁿᶦᵐᵃˡ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ. ᶦⁿ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦˢ ᵉᵐᵒᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ. ᵉʸᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘʳʳᶦᶜᵃⁿᵉ. ᵈʳᶦᶻᶻˡᵉ. ᵖʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᶦˡˡʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ. ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰᵘᵐᵒʳ. ʷᵃʳᵐ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ. ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵇᵒʸ ᵇʸ ᵐᵃˡᶜᵒˡᵐ ᵗᵒᵈᵈ. ᶦᵛʸ ᵇʸ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵏ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ. ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ. ᵖᶦⁿᵉᶜᵒⁿᵉˢ. ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ.

..water lily ! reader..

ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ˡᶦˡʸᵎʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ. ²⁰. ᵏᵒᶦ ᶠᶦˢʰ. ˢʷᶦᵐᵐᵉʳˢ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ. ᵖᶦᵉ. ˡᶦˡʸ ᵖᵃᵈˢ. ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉˡ. ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ. ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ. ᵃˡᵒᵉ. ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵇʸ ˡᶦᵃⁿᵃ ᶠˡᵒʳᵉˢ. ʷᵃᵗᵉʳᵐᵉˡᵒⁿ. ᶠʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵖᵒᵖˢ. ˢᵘⁿⁿʸ ʷᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ. ʰᵃⁿᵍˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʸ. ᶜᵘʳᶦᵒᵘˢ. ᶠᵃˢᵗ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉʳ. ʰᵉˡˡ ᵒʳ ʰᶦᵍʰ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉᶦᵍʰᵇᵒʳʰᵒᵒᵈ. ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵐᵃᵗᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ. ᶦⁿᵈᶦᵉ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ. ˢˡᵒʷ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᶦⁿᵍ. ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗᶦᶜ. ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵉʸᵉˢ. ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ. ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ. ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉʳ. ᵒʷⁿ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ.

dividers by @thecutestgrotto

☆soph's notes: new au!!! please let me know if anyone has created anything like park ranger!matt or water lily!reader so I can give creds! I'm super excited to have more au's doing only one is kinda boring.

!!reader will be called lily!!

no taglist yet but please comment down below if you want to be part of it!

tagging my main taglist: @sugarraez @ribbonlovergirl @slvt4subchratt @bernardsbendystraws @oopsiedaisydeer @backwardshatnick @izzylovesmatt @viviansturns @courta13 @coquettechris @matts-wife @matts-babytomatoes @whore4chris @ilsaxdemi @bambi-cloud9

[vinnial]

small whatever it’s called for folly and wallter because i dug in the deepest corners of the internet and only found like two good fics of them i am starving so let me cook

basic premise: dreamwall morning

divider creds: @/thecutestgrotto

sfw

apologies if i get anything wrong about crocheting during the opening scene i know nothing about it lmao, feel free to correct me

Wallter sat on the couch with a content smile, fingers nimbly crocheting an intricate fountain flower granny square pattern out of blue, red, and white yarn. Despite originating from the basics of crochet, the design was rather eye catching, if he’d say so himself.

A kettle sat on the stove, the bubbling of water inside making for comforting background noise, merging with the tune Wallter would hum to himself— Karma Police by Radiohead, to be precise. It was one of his favorite songs.

Each square he crocheted was diligently sewed together, the craft slowly taking the shape of a thin blanket. He would thicken it later, of course, but Wallter preferred to take his time with his crafts. What good would a handmade gift to his star be if it was sloppy and rushed? For her, (and partially himself), he would take his time.

A thick, dark cloud of smoke appeared next to him on the couch. Without sparing a glance up from his stitches, Wallter spoke. “Good morning, Folly. I assume you rested well?”

Folly chose to disregard his attempt at small talk, yellow iris drifting to the yarn craft. “Is that another one of your pathetic attempts at a ‘gift’? Pitiful.”

Wallter hummed, running a finger along the edge of the yarn, counting each stitch carefully. “You’re wearing one of my ‘pathetic attempts’ right now, dear.” He chimed, lowering the pattern to look at her.

Wrapped around her neck was the scarf he had knitted as a parallel to his own around a month ago. The yarn was bold and red— a color he was certain complimented Folly’s eyes.

“I should shred this insolent waste to pieces before your very eyes.” Despite her words when receiving it, she snatched it from his hands and cautiously draped it around her neck, careful not to tear the fabric with her claws.

That was what he loved about her, he realized. Though her displays of affection were less conventional, he could feel the warmth hidden behind them.

“..You’re staring.” Folly spoke sharply, maroon eye narrowing into a slit. “I simply can’t help it. You’re beautiful.”

She tensed the moment Wallter spoke. Compliments geared towards a parasite like her were rare and often dripping with sarcasm and hatred. But coming from him, the words were coated in sincerity, admiration, love. She hated how they made her feel.

“..Silence, slab.” Spat Folly after a brief pause. She was quick to rise from the couch and storm into the kitchen, snatching the kettle off of the stove to cease its whistling.

Wallter’s eyes followed her every step of the way. He chuckled under his breath, attention turning back to his project. As he resumed stitching the pattern together, one thought lingered in the back of his mind;

Oh, how I love her.

when i’m in a corny competition and my opponent is myself

i hope you enjoyed and tysm for reading to the end!!!

[ieunstq]

❝𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐎. 𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐓, 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓!❞

translation: "basketball is my boyfriend's sport. even if his eyes are closed, shoot without a hitch!"

𝘥𝘭𝘴𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳!𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘶 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

english dialogues because I CANNAT SPEAK TAGALOG, i am very sorry fellow filipeeps for disappointing the roots

creds 2 @/thecutestgrotto for the divider :>

unfinished.

uaap, and people are fighting for their universities. despite you being the blue team, your eyes can't leave the man in green. oikawa, jersey number #1.

you've known tohru since you two were kids, your dads once partnered in their businesses however that ended shortly after his father's betrayal. now you're not allowed to study in la salle because it's the oikawa's family go-to university.

high school life was alright, you had impressive grades and a quiet life. it got better when you dated oikawa. wait- how'd you date him if you're forbidden to even look at the oikawa's?

it all started when he sent you a text after the messy argument. this happened when you were 12, and being the confused tween you were before, you were absolutely feral for your friend. just a message from him and it'll get you daydreaming your entire life with him. and then, after the graduation, he confessed with a simple, "i like you Y/N." being fresh out of elementary years, you wanted to get to know each other better. but unfortunately, your father moved you to a girl's boarding school, and you had no choice but to "know each other well" by text. surprisingly it worked!

time skip to five years later, you're in senior high and happily in a three year relationship with the team captain. okay okay, back to where we were at. when you moved back to the philippines, you could easily sneak out to see him. your life got better when you both started dating, he was understanding and loyal despite being known as the heart throb of dlsu (that was only back then OK??)

thanks to your amazing boyfriend, dlsu won the game, and admu lost. you were glad that it finally ended, you felt guilty for being on your school's side and at the same time, you also felt guilty for secretly cheering for your boyfriend.

after a while, you met up with tohru at a decent cafe somewhere in quezon city. "hey baby," he had a smile on his elite face, probably came from his dominated win earlier. "hi tohru," you waved, "let's order na."

you were placed near the windows of the cafe and being entertained by the passing cars, pink skies, and busy pedestrians below, you didn't notice his gaze on you. "my girlfriend is so cute hehe," oikawa complimented quietly, "how'd i get so lucky?"

"huh? did you say something?" you sipped on your latte macchiato, the pink straw was almost a pink match to your lips. he was lovestruck, his heart tied by your strings of beauty, he knew he had to respond. "uhh, no," tohru shook his head, putting down his drink of melt ice and coffee.

the question that roamed around your mind earlier returned to you, "oh right, i forgot to ask you this before but doesn't your team host a party after a win?"

"a party? yeah they do, but i want to spend time with you. plus their parties go wild, some of my teammates drink even though they're underage."

you broke a laugh, "wow ah, i think you're forgetting you drank a lot before turning 18."

"hey, i'm a changed man y'know? adulthood has changed me."

"what adulthood? you're still in high school, tohru."

"mind you, i'm in SENIOR high school. there's a difference between high school and senior high."

"maybe, the word 'senior' stands out and that's all."

"fine, i'll admit that i am in high school but i have experienced some adulthood things like driving, buying a condo, having s-"

"don't finish that word, no no."

"-ix dogs, i was going to say six dogs. ang dirty ng mind mo, love. that's bad behavior," he booped your nose and had his signature smirk that made you fall in love with him.

oikawa had owned only four dogs in his entire life, two when he was a toddler and two as a birthday gift for his eleventh birthday, only one lives to this day. he's such a liar.

and what did he mean by the sex part? you've done it on the night of your 18th birthday, he sneakily booked a room at the hotel you stayed at and the magic began. but after, you told him to never speak of it again since it was a little awkward.

(i don't know what to add. suggest some ideas if ud like :>>)

[sharp-silver4795]

Subculture HCs

After this post, I wanted to do this heheh

I organized this a bit differently so that I don’t lose track of shit

Goth ♥️

Nurse Ann

Kate the Chaser

Doll Maker

Emo + Scene 🖤

Bloody Painter

Chess Master

Judge Angels

Nathan the Nobody

Nina

Punk ⛓️

Silver (me)

Clockwork

Zero

Jeff

Neon Spike

Rogue (not really, she claims it but is an absolute bitch)

EJ (🥚 accidentally lmao)

Grunge 🤎

Toby

X-Virus

90% of the Proxies

Kat Hunter

Scarecrow

Metal Heads 🔗

Liu (doesn’t dress it 24/7)

Puppeteer

(Masky likes *some of* the Music)

Scarecrow (she’s collecting that shit)

Kate (I feel like these sometimes go hand in hand)

Aesthetics 🔎

Liu - Dark Academia

Ani the Wight - Light Academia

Divider Creds:

Dumpitos

Thecutestgrotto

Kodasworld

xxbimbobunnyxx

saradika

Sister Lucifer

Asks and Requests are Open!!

[tunaliver]

Batman Forever Edward Nygma x Reader

summary: Edward head canons + him working up the courage to ask you on a date

Divider creds - @/sister-lucifer @/thecutestgrotto

He always seemed to be more comfortable around you than the others and you noticed a difference in his behavior when he was around you.

He would also idolize you as he did Bruce Wayne getting all giddy when you were around, always showing you his new creations.

But you were much different than Bruce actually seeming to care for what he was interested in and that was one of the reasons why he fell even harder for you.

Somehow he could let his guard down around you being able to feel comfortable around you which was something not many people have done, and you managed to wriggle your way into his heart.

He usually isn’t one for physical affections but when it came to you he softened a lot with how gentle you were to him.

After meeting you he found himself gravitating towards you more, reaching for you more, and choosing to be around you more than his other coworkers.

Slowly he started warming up more and more to you and accepting the affection but he still didn’t understand why you took such a liking to him.

After all he was just some guy working at Wayne enterprises, nothing truly special compared to you.

He was so lost as to why you were so kind, attempting to push you away or catch you off guard with his puzzles and riddles, trying to push you away, but you never left him. You stayed no matter how hard he tried to leave.

After realizing you wouldn’t be so quick to

leave him like others he started to notice more things about you and became kinder, he shared some of his interests and started to pay more attention to you, which led him to fall even more head over heels.

The first time you really gave him a show of affection without him initiating it was when he didn’t come to work for about a week, at first you thought he must’ve just had some sort of illness but after trying to contact him and blowing up his phone with no response you got even more rightfully concerned.

So when he finally came back to work you ran up to him and wrapped him in a tight hug.

“Oh my god Edward you scared me !”, you scolded , “I was worried sick !”

He was shocked from the hug but felt extremely guilty for worrying you, especially with how he felt towards you.

“I’m really sorry y/n, I am I just had a really busy week and” He mumbles into your shoulder.

He was rambling now. Usually you loved listening to him ramble but you saw his guilt ridden face and couldn’t help but to try and comfort him, so finally let your emotions take over.

“I didn’t mean to ignore all of your calls but just a lot of things happened and- “

You kiss him, hard, just to get his tangent to stop. But as soon as he feels your lips on his he relaxes into you, reaching to cup your face in his hand never wanting to let go of you, but alas you soon break apart from the kiss.

Staring at each other In utter shock, Edward in the fact he had never experienced anything like that and you, surprised you even had the gut to do that.

He stares at your face, his flushed red mouth agape like a fish. When suddenly he grabs your face and pulls you in for another kiss. This time it’s shorter but just as amorous as the last.

When you both pull apart you stare at him truly in love and grinning like an idiot.

“Soo” Edward draws out his question peaking your interest even more.

“How does Friday at 8:00 sound..?” Edward asks nervously avoiding eye contact with you as he fiddles with his shirt.

“Oh that’d be so perfect” you cheerfully agreed jumping on him to give him another ginormous hug.