#graphic design is NOT my passion hahaha

[kazuyummy]

ani's first kinktober '23 - devil fruits

welcome all to my first ever kinktober! the theme will be inappropriate usage of devil fruits - i've had scraps of these fics for a while, but seeing the concept brought up in an ask game (shoutout @thus-spoke-lo) has inspired me to use it as a theme for this upcoming event! fics will tend to be on the drabble / shorter side, but we might just get a longer one if i'm feeling inspired. generally, won't have a lot of plot, either - just a heads up. looking forward to writing, though! NOTE: these will be x reader fics, and afab!reader, simply bc i mention genitals a lot in these smut pieces and it's what i'm comfortable writing atm. warnings: may contain dark content; will update tags under each fic as they are written & posted.

OCTOBER 1ST 9TH - trafalgar law - ope ope no mi

OCTOBER 7TH - nico robin - hana hana no mi

OCTOBER 13TH - eustass kid - jiki jiki no mi

OCTOBER 19TH - charlotte katakuri - mochi mochi no mi

OCTOBER 25TH - donquixote doflamingo - ito ito no mi

OCTOBER 31ST - straw hat crew (east blue) - surprise!

[keodraws]

im so so normal about julian bashir so so normal dont look at my ds9 art im so so sonormal.

i love inflicting both physical and psychic damage with my artworks

[deathbyclown]

Cotton Candy Clown Pairing: Buggy x Crocodile Rating: Explicit Words: 5200

Summary: Buggy is the birthday gift for Crocodile!

Notes: This is an established relationship. Buggy is dressed in a corset, tights and heels. I make a passing reference to Croc being trans, but he has a dick. Crocodile calls Buggy ‘sweet boy’ and ‘good boy’ if that’s not ur thing.

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This was it, weeks of planning had finally come to fruition. Buggy waited impatiently in Crocodile’s room, pacing the floor, fiddling with his outfit, arranging and rearranging pillows and decorations. He had everything perfect and he could barely contain his excitement. He couldn’t wait to see Crocodile’s reaction.

It was Crocodile’s birthday and for once Buggy genuinely tried to do something nice for him. The two of them had been kinda dating for a while now, their relationship deep enough that Crocodile gave him a fantastically flashy birthday bash back in August. He had such an amazing time that he wanted to return the favor. So, in order to plan a birthday that was as equally flashy, he did something rare: he paid close attention to someone else. He watched and listened and kept notes of all the things that Crocodile liked, what made him smile or laugh, or look at Buggy with that soft gaze when he thought Buggy did something sweet or cute.

And with all of that information stored away, Buggy made the greatest flashiest birthday present ever! He created an intricate scavenger hunt where each clue was something related to what Crocodile liked, each discovery leading him to his prize: Buggy! And not just everyday average Buggy! No! For such a special occasion he put together a special outfit, the kind of stuff he knew would drive Crocodile wild! Every choice he made was because he had seen Crocodile react to it in some way. One such reaction was when Buggy had returned to their room wearing his tights after some tightrope and contortion work and Crocodile couldn’t stop staring. He called Buggy over and ran his hand over Buggy’s thighs, squeezing and rubbing, working his way between Buggy’s legs, cupping him. He had Buggy bent over with those tights pulled down just over his ass before he could even react.

With that in mind, his outfit for tonight was a silky pink corset, with a huge bow in the back, easily undone with a single pull, light blue tights (only tights), and chunky pink heels. He had his hair lightly curled, tussled, and soft, loose over his shoulders. He completed his look with satiny white gloves, bright pink lips, light blue eyeshadow, and hearts drawn in matching colors on his cheeks. He had everything perfect, cute and sweet looking. Crocodile had called him sweet for the first time when he wore these colors, called him a cotton candy clown and spent the evening kissing and tasting him from head to toe. Buggy’s skin warmed at the memory, as if he could still feel his lips on him.

He fiddled with the lube and condoms he prepared at the bedside table. Crocodile had been diligent about using the condoms but Buggy had begged him on several occasions not to use them. Perhaps he could convince him tonight. He kept them out anyway.

Buggy made sure he was clean, stretched, and fully slick so he would be ready for anything. Maybe Crocodile would surprise him and ask Buggy to top tonight but, based off of the last time he wore tights, he made sure he was well and properly stretched.

Crocodile was taking a long time to return to his bedroom, and Buggy felt cold in his skimpy outfit. So he grabbed one of Crocodile’s spare coats from his wardrobe and put it on, feeling like he had shrunk. His hands weren’t even close to the cuffs of the sleeves, and the tail dragged behind him like a bridal train. He snickered at the thought and flopped onto Crocodile’s armchair. He arranged himself into what he hoped was an alluring pose, his legs bent underneath of him, Crocodile’s coat wrapped around his shoulders, ready to be thrown open as soon as Crocodile walked through the door. He adjusted his hair, making sure it framed his face and fell over top of the coat.

Buggy nearly dozed off in his wait, too nervous to leave his spot for fear of missing out on Crocodile. His head nodded forward but he sat straight up as soon as he heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Buggy threw open the coat, adjusted his hair and crossed his ankles to show off his heels.

Crocodile opened the door with a little more force than normal, the sudden breeze generated from it made Buggy’s hair sway against his shoulders. He had a gleam in his eye, and Buggy could tell by his body language that he was enjoying himself. He was obviously pleased that he solved Buggy’s scavenger hunt if the self-satisfied smile on his face was anything to go by.

Crocodile stilled as soon as his eyes met Buggy’s, his gaze sliding from his face to his feet. Buggy practically preened over Crocodile’s appreciation, giving him a seductive smile. Within a few steps he was right in front of Buggy, forcing him to look straight up. Crocodile reached forward, his thumb skimming Buggy’s cheek as he curled his fingers around a lock of blue hair.

“You’re my prize hmm?” Crocodile murmured, bending forward slightly, his fingers trailing down Buggy’s neck to his clavicle.

Buggy sighed, purposefully looking up at Crocodile through his eyelashes. He grabbed Crocodiles hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, leaving a smear of pink lipstick.

“Happy Birthday, Croccy~” Buggy said with a grin, breaking in half and floating up to wrap his arms around Crocodile’s neck, kissing him on his cheek next to his ear. He moved his bottom half off of the chair and with his top half pushed Crocodile down into his armchair. Crocodile threaded his fingers through Buggy’s hair and pulled his head back slightly, pressing a warm smoky kiss to Buggy’s lips.

Buggy pulled away with a coy smile but Crocodile wouldn’t let him go, holding onto his head.

“Crocodile! Let me go!! I have a performance to show you!! Let me do it and then you can do me!” Buggy said with a wink.

Crocodile grimaced and rolled his eyes but let go of Buggy who re-attached and stood with his back to Crocodile. He tapped his foot for a few beats, before starting the little dance he put together just a few days before. It was a loose sort of thing, more to tease Crocodile rather than to impress him. It was mostly gyrating, but Crocodile seemed to appreciate it all the same, watching him intently with his chin on his hand, his elbow on the armrest, his legs spread, his hook in his lap.

Buggy gave him a fanged grin and moved closer, close enough for Crocodile to touch. He swayed his hips, bending over and touched his toes. Crocodile let out a breath through his nose and Buggy felt his cold hook pull at his thigh, dragging him closer. He pulled Buggy onto his lap, his half-hard dick pressing against Buggy’s ass. Buggy broke in half, turning around and moving up to Crocodile’s face, slinging his arms around his shoulders.

“Did you like my dance?” Buggy asked, his gloved fingers brushing the back of Crocodile’s neck.

Crocodile huffed, a small smile on his lips. “Not bad. I’ll show you how much I enjoyed it.” Crocodile’s hand squeezed his ass and thigh, his head bending to mouth at Buggy’s neck.

Buggy whimpered, lifting his hips, wanting to feel more of Crocodile’s touch. His lips trailed down Buggy’s chest, stopping at the edge of the corset. Buggy rolled his hips, pressing his ass down, grinding against Crocodile. He captured Buggy’s lips in another kiss, their mouths moving over one another with warm and slick kisses. Buggy’s lips parted and Crocodile matched him, pushing his tongue into Buggy’s waiting mouth. Buggy moaned around his tongue, hips moving faster, his hands fisting Crocodile’s shirt.

Crocodile lifted Buggy, breaking their kiss, standing from the armchair and carried the split pieces of Buggy in his arms over to the bed. He let the top half of Buggy fall off to the side while he grabbed Buggy’s legs, bending over the bed, laying on his stomach to mouth at Buggy’s thighs.

Buggy opened his mouth to speak but a squawk came out instead because Crocodile pulled him closer and pushed his face into Buggy’s crotch. His tongue ran over Buggy’s half-hard cock, the hot wet sensation of his tongue barely dulled by the sheer tights. Buggy gasped, his hands flying to Crocodile’s hair.

Buggy whimpered as Crocodile wrapped his lips around Buggy’s growing cock, as much as he could through the thin barrier. He licked and sucked, making the fabric damp, cooling as soon as his mouth left to suck a different spot. The sensations were strange but not unwelcome, making Buggy’s cock pulse and twitch with every breath from Crocodile. Each warm press of Crocodile’s mouth felt like it wasn’t enough, just teasing him.

“Croccy.~” Buggy whined. Crocodile’s eyes flicked up to look at him, his mouth still working. Buggy bit at his lips, probably smearing his lipstick onto his teeth, but the sight of Crocodile between his legs like this was breathtaking.

“Can I take off the tights now? I wanna feel your mouth.” Buggy pouted, over acting in the way that often got him what he wanted when it came to Crocodile.

Crocodile lifted his head and leaned up to press a kiss to Buggy’s lips, soft and sweet.

“No.” He breathed. He grabbed Buggy around the middle and picked him up, flipping him facedown onto the bed.

“Wait, what!?” Buggy pushed up onto his hands and knees but Crocodile forced his top half down, biting at his soft ass. Buggy gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing the tights, moaning as Crocodile spread Buggy’s cheeks and tongued at his hole. He pressed his face deeper in between Buggy’s cheeks, his tongue swirling, writhing against him. Buggy felt like he was going to go crazy, feeling stifled, like he was caged, his cock desperate to be free, his body aching to feel Crocodile’s mouth directly on his skin.

“P-please” he stuttered out, trembling as Crocodile cupped him through tights, tongue still lapping firmly at his hole. Crocodile’s hand moved up to his ass and Buggy heard a rip. His head popped up to see what happened and dropped it with a groan as Crocodile licked a long filthy stripe between his cheeks, his tongue feeling especially hot and wet on his bare skin. Crocodile sucked at his rim, pushing his tongue into the tight ring. Buggy moaned and clawed at the blankets under him. It felt so good but he needed more, desperately so.

He wiggled his ass on his tongue, making Crocodile moan, his grip tightening around his hip. Buggy turned his top half to look at Crocodile, his heart skipping a beat as he looked up at him from over Buggy’s ass with disheveled hair and darkened eyes. Buggy paused, his mind blank for a moment before remembering why he turned around in the first place. With his best pout, pulling out all the stops to try and get his way, he begged Crocodile, “Can you please fuck me now?,” Buggy wiggled his ass again and Crocodile bit him, sucking the squishy flesh.

“You’re so impatient.” He grumbled, unbuckling his pants, pulling out his hard cock, not bothering to take off any of his clothes. Buggy whimpered at the sight of it, more than ready take him.

“You give me this nice gift and then you don’t let me enjoy it.” Crocodile said lowly, pulling Buggy to the edge of the bed so his legs could dangle. He reached over to the nightstand with the lube and condoms.

“W-wait! Croccy, baby, don’t you wanna fuck me without a condom?” Buggy offered, his hands plucking the condom out of Crocodile’s hand. Crocodile stopped him but didn’t move, as if he was thinking about it. Buggy had him!!

Buggy’s top half floated over to him and he wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Wouldn’t it feel good to fuck me raw? You could cum inside me, fill me up, cum all over my ass.” Buggy kissed his cheek and tucked his face into his neck, his hand easily sliding out from Crocodile’s grip, taking the condom away.

“I want it so badly. I want to feel you.” Buggy mouthed at his throat, his tongue sliding over Crocodile’s pulse point.

Crocodile let out a trembling breath, his hook pulling Buggy’s face away.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me afterward when you have to clean up the mess that you asked for.”  He said sounding annoyed, but Crocodile’s cheeks were pink, his eyes dark, eager.

He returned to Buggy’s legs, still dangling on the bed, and squeezed lube over his ass, pouring some onto his cock, tossing the bottle on the bed. He stroked himself, making himself slick. Buggy watched, hugging onto Crocodile’s back, unable to pull his eyes away from Crocodile’s hand stroking himself. He rubbed his cock between Buggy’s cheeks, slapping it against his hole. Buggy shivered in pleasure and anticipation, clutching onto Crocodile’s shoulders, mesmerized by the sight of himself.

He pushed into Buggy, the stretch familiar to him now, more pleasure than pain, unlike the first few times he bottomed for Crocodile. He watched with bated breath, his mouth agape, watching his own ass get spread open by Crocodile’s thick cock. Buggy groaned as Crocodile pushed all the way in, his eyes fluttering closed as soon as Crocodile bottomed out. He felt so good, his hot naked flesh felt satisfying, the lack of a barrier would be worth the mess later.

Crocodile’s cock filled him so completely, it reached so deep inside of him, pushed against every pleasant and unpleasant part of him until he was nothing but raw sensation. And it was always so overwhelming, but Buggy had come to enjoy that feeling, of being pushed to his limits. And it seemed Crocodile liked pushing him too; his grip, his bites, his thrusts, everything more powerful and unrestrained every time they had sex. It seemed like he was testing how much Buggy could take, and Buggy wanted to know that too.

“You made yourself nice and wet for me.” Crocodile slowly thrust in and out, enjoying the slick, tight feeling of Buggy’s ass. Buggy couldn’t speak, his mouth hanging open as he focused on the feeling of Crocodile’s hips gradually increasing their pace.

“My sweet boy.” He thrust in sharply, making Buggy cry out. Crocodile chuckled softly, his hand kneading Buggy’s ass, still partially covered by his tights. Buggy whimpered and nodded, panting into Crocodile’s shoulder, his cock pulsing.

“I wanna be so good for you, wanna make you cum inside me.” Buggy said into his shirt, his words muffled. But Crocodile heard it all.

He pulled Buggy’s top half around and pinned him to the bed, his back hitting the firm mattress, Crocodile hovering just above him, still deep inside of Buggy.

“You drive me wild.” He said huskily against Buggy’s lips, kissing him deeply, his tongue thick in Buggy’s smaller mouth. Buggy moaned into the kiss, his fingers sinking into Crocodile’s hair, keeping him close.

Crocodile’s hips moved faster, his thrusts forceful, making Buggy cry out into his mouth. Buggy’s cock ached, leaking against the already damp tights. He was trapped, wanting desperately to be free from the restrictive fabric.

“Baby, let my cock free, please.”

“No. I want you to cum all over yourself.” Crocodile panted, nipping Buggy’s chin, kissing along his throat.

Buggy groaned, his hands sliding over Crocodile’s back, spreading his legs, trying to adjust his cock, wanting to rut into the bed but the tights kept him close to his thigh. He could barely get any friction and Crocodile continued to ignore Buggy’s cock, sucking his neck.

“Please, please, please!” Buggy begged, his cock aching, the feeling of Crocodile’s mouth on his neck going straight down. Crocodile ignored him, mouth moving to the other side, sucking hard enough that Buggy would definitely have dark bruises on his neck. Buggy moaned, his hands gripping Crocodile’s hair.

“Croccyyyyyy! I need it, please.” Buggy cried, feeling like he wanted to burst out of his skin. Everything was starting to become so intense.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He growled into his skin, mouthing his neck and shoulder. “Such a good boy, getting dolled up for me, taking my cock, begging me for more.”

“Yes, all yours, I’m your good boy.” Buggy rushed out, as if he’s said the phrase a hundred times before.

He bit down onto Buggy’s shoulder, his hips slapping against Buggy’s ass with the force of his thrusts.

“Mmm, baby!” Buggy whined, arching his back, heat curling in his belly.

Crocodile groaned, reaching his hand under Buggy, finally giving him the friction he needed.

“Oh god, yes, don’t stop.” Buggy gasped, Crocodile latched onto his neck as he rubbed Buggy through his tights, pounding into him. Buggy was overwhelmed by sensation, moaning and writhing under Crocodile. His eyes rolled back in his head as he came, spilling in his tights, the feeling hot and slick as it pooled around him.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Crocodile groaned, squeezing his hand over Buggy’s wet spot, rubbing it over his tights and Buggy’s wilting cock.

Buggy whimpered and whined, feeling overstimulated, but he wanted to hold out for Crocodile, wanted to help him finish.

“Inside, please, I need it. Cum inside me, mark me.” Buggy panted out between moans, his hands gripping Crocodile’s shoulders. Crocodile moaned into Buggy’s neck, hips stuttering, and then Buggy felt it, the hot gush of cum, thick spurts filling him up, leaking out around Crocodile’s cock.

Crocodile pressed his face into Buggy’s shoulder, catching his breath. Buggy just laid there, too tired to move, but starting to become uncomfortable in his wet sticky tights. He squirmed a little, trying to move out of his wet spot, but it was on his skin, clinging to him.

Crocodile slowly pressed soft kisses to his tender neck, his breath fanning out from his nose over his skin as he traveled upward. He hovered over Buggy, looking over his face, and Buggy watched him, hands moving to cup his cheeks. Buggy broke out into a smile as his thumb trailed over Crocodile’s bright pink lip, Buggy’s lipstick smeared all over his mouth.

“You look so cute.” Buggy cooed, grinning up at Crocodile as he wrapped his arms behind his neck.

Crocodile huffed, meeting Buggy’s lips in another kiss. “You’re cute. My cute cotton candy clown.” He murmured, kissing the heart on his cheek, nuzzling his face into his neck. Buggy’s heart swelled and he held Crocodile a little tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. This was special. He could recognize that. Crocodile wouldn’t act like this with just anyone, wouldn’t show this side of himself to anyone. This was only for Buggy; the cuddling, the tender words, the compliments. It was only for him, and he buzzed with pride.

“Let’s get cleaned up, I want to finish unwrapping my gift.” He rumbled into Buggy’s ear, the heat from Crocodile’s words sending a tingle over his skin.

“Yes, please.” Buggy held onto Crocodile as he lifted the two of them off of the bed. Buggy corrected his bottom half, wrapping his legs around Crocodile’s middle, his body too wide for him to cross his ankles. He put his hooked arm under Buggy’s exposed butt and held him, walking the both of them to the bathroom.

He set Buggy down on the ground in front of the bathroom counter, making him face the mirror. Surprisingly Buggy’s makeup still looked pretty good, the only smudges were around his lips, bright pink smeared up to his cheek, or perhaps it was just the kiss marks from Crocodile.

Crocodile pulled Buggy’s hair back over his shoulder, kissing the exposed skin. Buggy sighed in pleasure, letting Crocodile trail his hand and hook over his back and down his sides, fingers pulling at the large bow holding together his corset. Crocodile looked at Buggy through the mirror, undoing the bow and pulling the corset loose, pulling it up past Buggy’s arms and over his head, setting it on the counter.

Crocodile’s hand went to his chest, fingers trailing over his nipples, hardening over the exposure to the air and Crocodile’s touch. His hook held Buggy’s hair out of the way as he crouched down, mouthing at his neck and shoulder, fingers circling his nipple. Buggy gripped the counter, his breaths becoming shorter, Crocodile stoking his arousal back to life. Buggy held his lips together, a small whine building in his throat as Crocodile pinched and tugged his nipple, his hot tongue laving over his neck. Buggy couldn’t take his eyes off of Crocodile, who was watching him with obvious pleasure, his eyes shining.

His fingers slid across his chest to play with his other nipple, teeth grazing his shoulder, biting down at his meatiest part. Buggy’s whine broke past his lips, his spent cock trying to come back to life.

“Mmm” Crocodile’s voice rumbled in his chest, his hand sliding down Buggy’s abdomen to the waistband of his split tights, fingers hooking into and pulling them down, the fabric of it wetly pulling away from his barely swollen cock.

Crocodile’s breath hitched, abandoning the tights in favor of playing with Buggy’s cock, his large hand cupping him before running the residual cum up and down his flaccid shaft with his thumb and forefinger.

“Hnnnn, too much! Ah ah.” Buggy gasped, his hand grabbing Crocodile’s wrist, squirming away from him as Crocodile’s thumb rubbed at his sensitive head. His body responded though, his cock swelling within Crocodile’s grasp.

“Good boy.” Crocodile rumbled in his ear. He sank down further, sitting on his knees, hunched over, working at the small buckles on Buggy’s heels. Buggy sighed in relief, not sure how much teasing he could take at the moment.

Buggy yelped when Crocodile nipped his soft cheek, his lips following, kissing over the spot before moving over and sinking his teeth into Buggy’s plush flesh again. He freed Buggy’s foot, and moved to the other side, his face moving to Buggy’s other cheek, biting and kissing him as his hand worked at the buckle.

He helped Buggy step out of both of his shoes and his tights, leaving Buggy totally naked. He tried to turn around, to help Crocodile undress but Crocodile stood swiftly and lifted him by his hips, bending him over the countertop, his hard cock rubbing against his ass.

Buggy whimpered, looking up at Crocodile from the mirror, whose eyes watched Buggy’s ass. The counter was hard, unforgiving, digging into his hips, into all the hard bony parts of him. Crocodile didn’t keep him there for long, seeming to get his fill after pushing his cock between the cleft of a Buggy’s ass, squeezing his cheeks together and rutting between them.

He let Buggy go, turning him around and kissing his mouth, pushing his tongue in, tasting him.

“Start the shower while I get undressed.” He ordered, standing straight and unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yes, sir.” Buggy said breathlessly, hurrying over and turning the knobs, making sure the water was nice and warm before he stepped in. Buggy stood there for a few moments unsure of what he wanted to do. He grabbed the soap and mindlessly started lathering it, hands swiping along himself, hissing at the burns and aches he felt as his hands travelled over his body.

Crocodile stepped in behind him, into the spray of water, totally naked now, making Buggy stop and stare. He had seen this a few times now, Crocodile totally bare, but it still felt special. His body was covered in scars, scars from battle, from childhood, from his top surgery, all before his devil fruit abilities. Crocodile had told him only the source of a few scars in passing, when they were lying in bed and Buggy’s fingers traced the long stitched lines. But it was enough for Buggy to get the picture. His childhood was painful, a fight for survival.

“You gonna keep staring? Or do you wanna help me wash my body?” Crocodile looked like he was annoyed but Buggy could tell he was enjoying the attention. They were similar in that way, they liked attention, but in different ways. Buggy liked the loud praise, the thousands of voices chanting his name, but Crocodile liked the private kind. The intimate setting, where he drew you in, made you focus on him.

“You’re so sexy, baby.” Buggy murmured, bringing soapy hands to rub over his thick chest. “I can’t help but be distracted by your body.”

Crocodile sighed, his hand resting on Buggy’s shoulder as he washed Crocodile, his hands moving slowly down, until they met his hard dick. Buggy wrapped his hands around him, not looking up, lathering the soap over the hard shaft, using the slick glide to stroke him, twisting his hands as he jerked his cock. Crocodile groaned, gripping the back of Buggy’s neck. His hand slid down his back, his fingers pushing between his cheeks, pushing his fingertip into him, slick lube and cum squelching out of him.

“I wanna fuck your messy little hole. Do you want that? Want me to fill you up again?” He panted, hips jumping.

“Yes.” Buggy breathed, moaning as his finger sunk deeper into him.

“Of course you do. My sweet boy wants me to use my birthday gift til it breaks, doesn’t he?” He husked into his ear, curling two fingers into Buggy, searching for his prostate.

Buggy gripped Crocodile’s arms, gasping as his fingers brushed over it, giving him sparks of intense pleasure before the fingers disappeared.

“Y-yeah. Hah- I want you to fuck me until I scream.”

Crocodile turned them around, rinsing off the soap then put his back to the shower spray, blocking it from reaching Buggy. Buggy stared up at him, glancing at his massive cock jutting out. Crocodile scooped him up, holding his hips with his hand and his forearm. Buggy gasped, breaking in half, wrapping his arms and legs around him. Crocodile guided him onto his cock, his tip catching his hole and slowly pushed in.

Buggy groaned, his cock twitching as Crocodile filled him, stretching him until he bottomed out.

“So good. Your tight little ass feels so good.” Crocodile panted, slowly lifting Buggy before slamming him back down.

“Oh fuck!” Buggy cried out, clutching onto Crocodile as he bounced him up and down on his cock. Each slam into him was toe-curling, the sensations overwhelming. Buggy moaned into his shoulder, his cock rubbing against Crocodile’s belly with every movement, giving him stimulation from both ends.

He broke his legs away from his lower half, letting Crocodile use his ass freely, loving the feeling of being used like this. Crocodile picked up the pace, groaning, his hips thrusting to meet Buggy’s ass as he pushed him down onto his cock.

“Good boy.” Crocodile growled, “helping me use what’s mine.”

“Yeah” Buggy moaned, shuddering, eyes sliding closed, spilling white stripes of cum over Crocodile’s belly.

“Mmmm, feels good, doesn’t it?” Crocodile murmured into his ear, slowing his pace, sliding Buggy up and down his cock with more care, making him feel every inch, every ridge and bump and vein, and enjoying the slick hot feeling of Buggy’s ass in turn.

“Mmmhmm” Buggy grit his teeth, every sensation was too much, he felt like he was going to burst out of his skin. There was no way he could cum anymore, his ass was done! But he couldn’t get a word out, his body trembling so violently he had to clench his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering.

Crocodile started moving faster, tilting Buggy’s hips back just slightly, making it feel tighter for Crocodile. But the change in angle and speed had Buggy seeing stars, had him crying out, had tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, closed so tightly shut it was beginning to ache.

He clawed at Crocodile’s back, his nails digging into his skin, a rarity, but the water made every contact real. There was no sand to disperse Buggy’s grasping fingertips, no sand to disperse the pain.

Crocodile groaned at the sharp contact, hips stuttering, then he slammed Buggy down hard on his cock, his mouth finding his neck and biting down. Buggy clawed harder at Crocodile’s back, crying out, screaming as his ass met Crocodile’s hips with hard slaps, his thick cock re-arranging his guts, grazing over his prostate with every thrust.

Buggy’s flaccid cock twitched, thin watery spurts of cum oozed out as he sobbed into Crocodile’s shoulder, slumping against him, his vision darkening.

Buggy felt Crocodile cum inside of him, the hot wet sensation making him gasp, his hands weakly gripping his back.

“So perfect. My sweet boy. You did such a good job.” Crocodile said softly into his damp hair, pulling Buggy off of his cock, and cradling him close as Buggy put himself back together.

Buggy just made a sound in his throat, keeping his eyes closed as he laid his head on Crocodile's shoulder and let himself be held. Crocodile brought them both into the warm spray of water, cooler than before, but Crocodile turned up the knob as hot as it would go. Buggy sighed in pleasure at the hot water washing over his head and skin, the change in temperature making him very aware of his bruised and tender spots.

Crocodile washed the both of them as he held Buggy, dragging a soapy hand over his back and butt and thighs, apologizing as he pushed a finger into him and scooped out the cum, letting it get rinsed away. That was really the only uncomfortable part, the rest of the shower just made Buggy sink further into Crocodile, too sleepy and tired to do anything but loosely hold onto him.

Crocodile turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried both of them, not setting down Buggy for a moment as he did his best to towel them off. He brought Buggy back into the room, grabbed his thick fluffy robe from his wardrobe and wrapped Buggy up. Crocodile almost never used the robe, and Buggy was surprised he held onto it, since he usually got rid of things he wasn’t using. But he had a feeling Crocodile kept it around just because Buggy liked to wear it. It was far too large, but that was what Buggy liked about it. It was soft and big enough to engulf him entirely. And it smelled just like Crocodile.

Buggy sighed in pleasure, wiggling around in the soft robe, loving the feeling of it on his bare skin. Crocodile brought him to the bed, made sure he was wrapped in his robe, and then tucked them under the covers. He turned off the lights and they lay there, Buggy starting to fall asleep, with Crocodile tracing his fingers over his face, so soft, so gentle, like a butterfly wing. Buggy was nearly gone, but he was awake enough to feel Crocodile kiss his forehead and say “I love you. Thank you for the gift.”

Buggy fell asleep with a smile on his face.

[melodygatesauthor]

Hey Mel I have questions. You seem to know things.

First of all, do you know anyone who like...designs blogs? I want mine to look better but I hate that crap.

Secondly, your new layout and everything looks super rad. I'm not bugging you about it btw, you are a busy creator - I'm just curious if you can pass along info.

Next, what would you say is your favorite way for your readers or ... art viewers to show appreciation? Do you like reblogs most? Reblogs with comments? Or tags? Or mainly replies. Both, all?

I used to be a serial liker way back when (I know, I'm Satan) but once I realized how important rb'ing was (thank you, educational posts), I started doing it all the time, and I try to interact, which has turned out to be lovely and so much more fun! Anyway, what's your fave feedback method?

Omg hi babe!!!!

Thoughts below the cut:

You give me too much credit with "you seem to know things" hahaha. I TRY, but this hellsite is a challenge!

Firstly, thank you SO MUCH for the sweet compliment on my blog. I have gone through MANY different styles and different schemes before landing on this one. For me it was VERY trial and error and I definitely like this one a LOT.

Designing your blog is tough, and despite having my BFA in graphic design, I sucked at it until I started figure out what works best for me, the writer, and for my readers. The thing I discovered that works best for me personally is the simplicity, but I did have it set up much more complex (and I'm in the process of switching my masterlist to the simpler style STILL)

I don't know anyone who designs them, though I wonder if that's something that people would do? Do they charge money for it? If anyone reading this has any thoughts on that, let me know!

A couple of resources I recommend are:

Canva.com (for the actual design)

Colorpalettes.net (for coming up with color schemes you like)

Pinterest (for photos if needed)

For your second point, I'm ALWAYS happy help anyone with anything I can <3

For your next question, I've talked about this previously but I'm always happy to take the mic when someone hands it to me to discuss this further. Reblogs with comments will always be mine, and most, creator's preferred form of support/appreciation.

- Side note: Financial support is technically the best way to show support/appreciation for most artists but I don't ever want to charge money for fanfiction because that opens up a whole can of worms that I don't think most fanfic writers would really want, despite it sounding good in theory. - For example, most fanfic writers are writing out of passion, emotion, and just raw feelings. As soon as you start charging money, it starts being more of an obligation for the writer (less fun). I also like that you don't HAVE to have money to enjoy creative works like fanfiction, you can enjoy it for free. It's a community that thrives off of my providing the stories that my brain enjoys coming up with, to people who enjoy reading them. - Though I will say that if someone sends me a tip or something just to show support that's AMAZING. I just mean, I don't think putting fanfiction behind a paywall is something we want inherently.

That being said, the LEAST anyone can do, is reblog. I also used to be a serial liker, not knowing how important reblogs were. Let me paint the picture and tell a story lol:

Person 1 sees Artist making art and says "I like this." The Artist is happy and says "Thank you that's so sweet of you. I hope others like it too," but before they can even finish their sentence, Person 1 is gone. Person 1 never tells their friends about the amazing art they saw. Person 1 doesn't even tell the artist WHY they liked their work. (And in some cases, Person 1 says "I like this. Hey can you make me an extremely complicated commission for free so I can have it and also not tell my friends about that?") - Person 1 is a "serial liker" and an asshole entitled reader. We hate Person 1, they're an asshole.

Person 2 sees Artist making art and says "I like this." Now, they go to their friends and say, "I saw some art. I liked it," and they don't elaborate. So their friends, might go see it, but Person 2 hasn't really done anything to "sell" your work to their friends. So YES it's SO MUCH better than what Person 1 did, but Person 2 could still be better.

Person 3, our queen, our beloved, sees the Artist making art and says "I like this." Then Person 3 not only tells their friends about how amazing it is, but they also tell the artist why they liked it so much and the things about it that made them happy. Their friends can see how excited Person 3 is about the work, thus inspiring them to check it out and spread it to their friends by reblogging as well.

All of this to say, Person 3 is the ideal reader, they reblog, they engage with you, they're spreading the word, and sometimes that can be the difference between an artist continuing or ending their time on tumblr. I've seen it happen twice, and it's fucking heartbreaking.

Just something to think about for others who don't understand why we push for reblogs so much!

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

do i know anything about images or computers? no. but i did my best.

I'M SCREEAAAAAMMMIIIING HAHAHA THIS IS AMAZING AHHHHHH, NOT THE BIYU QUOTE LMAOOOO "HE'S REALLY FUCKING QUIET" HAHAHAHHAHA

This is literally the best thing I've ever seen, thank you so much, I can't even compose myself HAHA! Also as a ~~graphic design is my passion person, this is FANTASTIC??? Like I would buy this issue NOW.

HARRISON YEEHAW HAHAHAHA y'all really get this project & it seriously means the world <3 <3 <3

[themaartedossier]

hello this is madness hahaha i’m back on the tumblr side of things which i haven’t been for a long time since… before the pandemic? yeah, i’m now old.

when i was active, i had three blogs - @crybaby-in-bloom was the blog i call home for personal things, @1950smouseketeers was my fan blog for the original version of the mickey mouse club, and @flourishevas-blog was my gymnastics fan account. I’ll likely make new posts for the latter two, but will have the former remain untouched to preserve my younger self. It may be cringe but feel free to look at that to see how far i’ve come.

So… here’s my new blog, The Maarte Dossier (also known as Return of the Crybaby to commemorate the connection it has to crybaby in bloom). This will be more of “a space of organized mess” where i get to be myself with the randomness i post and reblog, but it has a sense of cohesion in which it’s all about things i love and become passionate about. You’ll know when it happens, but trust me to make some good about this thing.

Over here, you will see how far i’ve gone with the design side of things (i mean i work now as a graphic designer after taking a college course that has something to do with design) and mull over thoughts about things i like. I’ll also write some things and will likely repeatedly bear on how long i write stuff. And i’ll also have some new faves on display to see how i like things that resonate with me in the present.

Lastly, i want to make this space something of a solace after handling a bunch of stress for the past few weeks. I want to find my inner love for creating and advocating (especially as an autistic person) so i guess this is a good place for these sort of things. Yay!

Hi, i’m Pia. Welcome to The Maarte Dossier. Best of luck on the ensuing chaos I guess hahahaha

[undercovergamer]

✨A Bookworm’s Vengance✨

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

banner giving off “graphic design is my passion” vibes /ref LMAOOO (I couldn’t find better images to combine and I don’t wanna use fan art, so-)

After spending enough time with Alhaitham for him to become comfortable with hugs, Itto decided that some playful mischief was in order. (Oh how the turns will table…)

Note: This is a silly scenario I made up with a friend. She loves Alhaitham and I love Itto, so we kinda just put them in the same room to see what would happen. Basically Itto is in Sumeru because lazy writing and he’s staying with Alhaitham and Kaveh until he returns to Inazuma, also because lazy writing. We don’t need logic in silly fics like this, right?

Word count: 2682

Ah, a quiet afternoon. A perfect time for some peaceful reading. That’s what the acting grand sage Alhaitham thought anyway. He was off the clock, just minding his own business, enjoying some much needed solitude. With his noise cancelling headphones switched on, there was nothing that could disturb his peace… or so he thought.

Entirely consumed by his reading, he was about to finish the last chapter. He was stood in front of a bookshelf in preparation to put the book away and choose a different one to read. After a few more minutes, he closed the book and placed it in the shelf. While trying to decide what to read, he felt a sudden shift in the room’s vibes. He didn’t think much of it until he suddenly got jumpscared by a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind.

Ambushed? In his own home? Who would even DARE to-… wait a minute. Looking down and switching his headphones off, he quickly recognized the culprit. The one and oni, Arataki Itto. Had the scribe not looked down and seen his arms, he would’ve instinctively fought him in self defense.

“Hahaha! I got you good, didn’t I?” The oni’s joyful laughter was hard not to recognize.

“Itto, what’s gotten into you?!” Alhaitham was quite annoyed.

“What?? Can’t I give my favorite scribe a hug?” Itto replied, hugging his grumpy friend close.

“You scared me.” Alhaitham sighed, having just calmed down from the sudden ambush.

“Haha, sorry bro. Just feeling silly. What are you doing?” Itto looked over the scribe’s shoulder in curiosity.

“I’m trying to read. You’re disturbing my peace and quiet.”

“Ugh, but reading is sooo boring! Don’t you wanna do something else? Let’s hang out!”

“No thanks. I’d prefer to just read in peace. Alone.” Alhaitham wanted Itto to leave, but he didn’t seem to have understood.

“Oh come on, you haven’t even picked a book yet! You can read later! I’m bored.” Itto rocked back and forth impatiently.

“That’s too bad. I’m sure you can find another way to entertain yourself. Now, please stop moving like that, I can’t read.”

“Read what? You don’t even have a book yet…” Itto huffed and stood still as commanded. Alhaitham was somehow already focused on finding something to read. But then that silly oni decided some playful mischief was in order.

“Itto, let me go. I’m trying to think.” Alhaitham said in his usual monotone voice.

“Suuuure, I’ll let go. Lemme just-” Itto tightened the hug, lifting Alhaitham into a strong bear-hug while laughing happily.

“Ack- put me down!” Alhaitham struggled to break free while trying maintain Itto’s balance. They’d both get hurt if he fell.

“Come on! Can’t you smile a bit? I can help you!” Itto grinned and put him down, but kept hugging him for the funny.

“What are you talking ab-?!” Haitham choked on his words, interrupted by a …sudden urge to laugh? What?

“Are you ticklish? C’mon! Smile! Hehe.” Itto had started tickling him while holding him in place with the mighty hug. To both of their surprise, Alhaitham had been caught so off-guard he couldn’t hold back his deep laughter for more than a few seconds. The moment he burst into laughter, Itto couldn’t help but laugh along with him with a bright smile.

“Aw, I didn’t know the acting grand sage was so ticklish! Hahaha! Tickle tickle tickle~!” Itto playfully teased him for the funny, tickling him silly.

“Ahahahahaha!! Itto wh- hahahahah!! W-What are you dohohoing?!” Alhaitham protested and tried to break free, but Itto’s cursed nails tickled so bad he couldn’t focus properly. Even though this oni was incredibly irritating right now, hurting him was out of the question. That’d be an unforgivable crime.

“What’s the issue? I’m just helping you loosen up! You’re always so tense.” Itto replied innocently, switching spots and playfully scribbling all over the scribe’s abs, which actually earned him a surprised squeak. “Hehehe, I heard that! Do it again!” Itto said playfully, tickling the man’s tum.

“Lehehehet gohohohoho! AhahahahAHAHAHAH!!” Alhaitham began bucking and squirming more, trying very hard to break free from Itto’s clutches. But no matter where he squirmed to, the oni would follow. That and he felt embarrassed that he had just made such a high pitched noise.

“Hehe, you need to smile more!” Itto started to playfully tickle and poke at his ribs and sides, making the scribe arch his back and laugh louder before bending forward, trying to protect himself with his arms.

“Sh-shut uhuhup! AhahahAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Unfortunately, Alhaitham was somehow unable to squirm away to safety, since Itto kept following his movements the whole time. Why the heck did it tickle so bad?!

“Aha! A weak spot! Hehehe. Tickle tickle tickle!” Itto was loving it! Seeing the usually grumpy scribe laughing out loud was certainly rare. The oni thought it was hilarious, but he stopped tickling after a few more seconds. After all, Alhaitham did say “stop.” Itto hugged him real tight again before letting go, giggling to himself.

“You good, bro? You alright?” Itto patted Alhaitham on the back while he caught his breath.

“I’m… I’m fine.” He replied, composing himself. He hadn’t been tickled in such a long time that he had completely forgotten he was ticklish. It was quite embarrassing.

“You know, you’ve got a pretty nice laugh! You should laugh more often, to be honest.” Itto said, poking Alhaitham in the side, making him jolt away. Itto giggled at his reaction but received a rather angry looking glare in response.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Alhaitham said angrily.

“W-What do you mean? I thought we were having fun, I was just playing!” Itto got kinda nervous, seeing how serious Alhaitham looked. “I-I didn’t know you’d get so upset..”

“Did you really think I’d to let you get away with disturbing my peace like that? Hm. Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” Alhaitham cracked his knuckles and stepped closer. Itto took a few steps back in fear.

“W-Wait, wait! Chill! I-I was just playing! Uh-” Itto tried to think of how to calm the situation down, until he made eye contact with the scribe. He wasn’t nearly as angry as he thought.

“I’ll get you for that.” Alhaitham said with a mischievous smirk, rolling his shoulders in preparation.

“Uh, um, y-you’ll have to catch me first!” Itto exclaimed, quickly dashing out of the room. Alhaitham chuckled softly to himself before chasing after him. Perhaps this would be a more entertaining way to spend his time.

The chase just lead them to the living room, with Itto running around the furniture to keep distance between himself and the scribe, but also trying not to knock anything over.

“Haha! You can’t get me!” He taunted, playfully poking his tongue out.

“Tch, how childish. Just you wait, oni.” Alhaitham replied, unaware of his own smile.

The playful chase continued like this until Haitham managed to grab Itto’s arm, quickly pulling him closer. The two then wrestled until the oni had gotten himself pinned to the floor, laughing happily at their game. He never thought Alhaitham could be so playful!

“Predictable. You put up quite the fight, though. It’s a real shame you couldn’t win.” The scribe said, looking smug.. sort of.

“What?! I’m still winning! I just- uh… I-I’m not giving up yet!” Itto replied, stubborn as ever, giggling and struggling to escape.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you go if you surrender and apologize.” Alhaitham said with a stern glare.

“Pfft- What? No way man! Why do I have to apologize? I haven’t do anything wrong!” Itto protested with a cheeky smile, trying to push his opponent away.

“Really? Attitude in your position?” Alhaitham rolled his eyes… “Sounds like you need some convincing.” …before quickly poking Itto’s sides, making him jolt and snicker.

“W-Wait! Pfft-“ Itto covered his mouth in an attempt not to laugh.

“Apologize.” Alhaitham poked his ribs.

“Pff-! N-Never!”

“Suit yourself, oni.” Suddenly, his fingers quickly began spider-tickling Itto’s ribs and sides, immediately sending the oni into a fit of loud, boisterous laughter.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Thahahat’s nohoho fahahahahair!!” Itto whined, laughing and squirming around.

“Oh, you wanna talk about fairness now, huh? The way I see it, this is fair game after you held me in place earlier. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” Alhaitham replied calmly while trying to prevent Itto from grabbing his wrists.

“C’mohohohon!! Thihihis ihiHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!! Aha-hahahaha!! Ahahat leheast y-you could s-stahahaHAHAHAND!!” Itto couldn’t do much to defend himself. Every time he managed to push those tickling hands away, they’d break free and come back in mere seconds. The scribe was relentless! He was trying to figure out which areas would grant the biggest reactions. This was a punishment, but it was almost obvious Itto was having lots of fun. Tickling him like this was very effective, but it could be worse, right?

“EEK!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto suddenly started laughing louder as Alhaitham began switching spots, tickling from his ribs to his tummy.

“Tickle tickle.” Alhaitham said with a slight smirk, now tickling all over Itto’s abs and tum to check his reactions. “AhahahahAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAIT!!”

“Oh? What was that?” He noticed how Itto’s laughter would rise in pitch every time a specific area was brushed over.

“N-Nohohothihihing!!” Itto tried to control himself, hoping the scribe wouldn’t notice.

“Hmm…” Based on the gathered information, Haitham made a guess and began tickling right below Itto’s ribcage.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA!! WahahAHAHAIT!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEhere!!” Vibrating fingers into that area made the oni throw his head back and laugh uncontrollably, so the scribe decided to linger there for a while.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NahahahAHAHA!! IT TICKLES!!” Itto squealed, cackling and kicking uncontrollably, trying to block the sensations with his arms… which didn’t work.

“Hm. Who would’ve thought the almighty crimson oni would be so easily taken down by mere wiggling fingers?” Alhaitham bullied him calmly.

“NAHAHAHA-!! SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Itto could hardly believe it. How dare he say such a thing? To the one and oni nontheless?

“But it’s clearly true, is it not?”

“Shuhuhut ihihit!! AHAHAHA!! Thihihis is nohoHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAIR!!” Itto protested, getting a little frustrated being unable to protect himself properly.

“That’s too bad. Do you want mercy?” Alhaitham asked, quickly tickling up and down Itto’s sides and waist before he could defend.

“EEK! Y-YehehEHEHEHES!! AAHAHAHAHAHA!! Stahahahahap!!” Itto squirmed and wiggled, trying very hard to protect his sides.

Alhaitham stopped tickling for a moment so Itto could breathe.

“Ready to apologize yet, tough guy?” he asked after letting Itto calm down.

“Ehehe..! N-Nuh uh..! Haha..!” He wasn’t going down that easily.

“You really shouldn’t be so stubborn in your position.” Alhaitham said with a glare.

“Haha! Ehehe… is that all you got?” Itto replied, with a smug grin.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes in response. “Seriously?”

“I’m not giving up! I never lose! Because I’m the one and ohOHONIHIHEHEHE!! Wahahahait!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Suit yourself, then.” Alhaitham replied, tickling Itto in random areas to keep him on his toes, and to experiment so he’d surrender.

He couldn’t help but notice a specific reaction Itto would have every time his sides got tickled; he would press his arms against them like his life depended on it whenever Alhaitham tickled upwards, which was quite suspicious. So the scribe moved the tickling elsewhere to distract him and make him move his arms, which worked quite well. Itto managed to grab Alhaitham’s wrists and push them away, but he was too tired to retaliate.

“Hahahaha..! W-What now, huh?” Itto said through his giggles.

“You’ve fallen right into my trap.”

“H-Huh..?”

Alhaitham freed his hands and quickly shoved them into Itto’s armpits, earning a loud shriek as his arms instantly shot to his sides, pressing hard to defend.

“Oh? That was surprisingly high pitched.” Alhaitham remarked, keeping his hands still. Maybe he should’ve switched his headphones on first…

“Sh-Shuhuhut it! Quiet! Pfft-” Itto tried to contain himself, which wasn’t easy with two hands right in his death spots. Squirming couldn’t do anything to save him!

“Feeling ready to apologize yet? Or should I tickle it out of you?” Alhaitham couldn’t help but smile, realizing how goofy the whole situation was. It was ridiculous, even.

“P-Plehehehease! A-Anywhere but thehehehehere!!” Itto couldn’t stand the anticipation, but he wasn’t about to admit that.

“Hm. Must be a pretty bad spot if it’s got you laughing and begging this much already.”

“Sh-Shut your m-m-*mpfft-* I-I d-dohon’t behehEHEG- GWAHAHAHA!!”

Alhaitham wiggled his hands to see what would happen, which immediately sent Itto into hysterical cackling, thrashing and wild kicking. His laughter even rose an octave. “Oops.” It certainly seemed as if Itto was incredibly ticklish there.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!! EEK! STAHAHAHAP!!” He squeezed his eyes shut in hysteria.

“Last chance, Itto. Apologize, or else this’ll get much worse.” Alhaitham threatened.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! EHEHAHAHAHA!! I- EEK! EhehHAHAHA!!”

“Apologize.” Alhaitham slowed down so Itto would have an easier time speaking through his laughter.

“EHEHEHE!! Ahaha!! I’m- pfft I’M SOHORREHEHEHEHE!! I’M SORRY!!” Itto squealed, wiggling and kicking his legs in desperation.

“For?” Alhaitham squeezed with his hands a few times to deal the final blow, making the oni arch his back and scream.

“HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Quite a rare sight indeed. He was very loud, though…

“For what?” Alhaitham finally stopped the ticklish torment so Itto could calm down and catch his breath. His face was flushed red from laughing so much, gasping for air through his giggles.

“Ahahahah…! Hehehe…! Phew…!”

Alhaitham waited a moment before asking “Well?”

“I-I’m sorry for- hehe.. for ambushing you…! A-And… huff… and tickling you..! Ehehehe…”

“Hmm. You’ve had enough. I suppose I can forgive you this time. Please wait here for a moment.” Alhaitham said, pulling his hands out and getting up to leave the room for a bit. Itto was still giggling and recovering on the floor, slowly sitting up and wiping away his tears of mirth. Alhaitham quickly came back with a glass of water.

“Here. Drink up. You must be exhausted after all that...” He said with a concerned expression, handing the glass to Itto.

“Aha.. thanks bro!” Itto replied with a smile before drinking the water. He finished it rather quickly, accidentally swallowing too hard, but he didn’t say anything about that. Alhaitham reached his hand out to Itto and helped him up, feeling a bit worried.

“Are you alright? Although you kind of deserved that, I… I didn’t go too far, did I?” Alhaitham said, concerned.

“Huh? … Oh! Uh, nah, don’t worry about it. I’m a-ok!” Itto replied, smiling brightly. He recovered surprisingly quickly.

“Really? How-… I-… How? Surely getting tickled like that would’ve caused distress...” Alhaitham couldn’t believe it. How was this man “a-ok” after all that laughter? Where’s the logic in that?

“Hahaha! Not for me, at least! Somehow..? Huh, you have a point actually. Guess I’m just built different!” Itto replied, shrugging. “I am a bit tired, though, haha…”

Alhaitham just looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“Besides, I trust you, y’know. I knew you’d let me live, hahahaha! Plus, we had fun, didn’t we? I saw you smiling! Haha!” Itto said, giving the scribe a nudge.

“Wait, you thought that was fun?!” Alhaitham was shocked.

“Ha! See? I knew you had fun too! Didn’t deny it, did ya? Heheh.”

Alhaitham put his hand in his face and shook his head, chuckling to himself. “You are truly ridiculous.” he said.

Itto laughed at that remark. “Who knew such a stern bookworm like you could be so silly, eh? Hahahaha!” he said, delivering a light punch to his bro’s arm.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes and went back to his office, but was stopped by another “ambush,” except it was expected this time. Itto quickly hugged him tight from behind again, but without tickling. Then he let go when asked to so Alhaitham could read in peace.

They did, in fact, have quite a lot of fun. Alhaitham even felt relaxed, but he’d never admit that. Itto ended up taking a nap to recharge, so in the end peace and quiet was truly achieved. Surely he’ll think twice before trying such mischief again, right? Oni time will tell, hehe…

[idonghyuck]

Happy anniversary to the loves of my life! I can’t believe it’s already been 9 years, time flies. EXO & EXO-L let’s spend many more years together  ♡ #9YearsWithEXO #9ToEternityWithEXO

[ultimatedoodler]

What’s up my lovely people! Do you miss getting those really cheesy valentines in elementary school? Getting erasers? Candy? Coming home with a bag full of puns and miscellaneous goodies? More importantly: Do you like Hawks? 

Well I got just the thing for you! I am trying to organize an event for the 14th of Feb where we all create 1 e-valentine centered around our bird man and send it to the inboxes of other event participants b/c who doesn’t like getting little things to collect and look at:). What exactly could be this e-valentine? It could be a crappy meme, a poem, a picture, a crackfic, a video, a pun, etc. It can be anything, a format readable by Tumblr, but mustn’t take up too much of your time when creating it! No experience required!

Rules: 1. U must be 18 or older to participate 2. U must make 1 “e-valentine” centered around Hawks  3. Keep your e-valentines SFW!  4. U must have your submission box on Tumblr open 5. No restrictions on medium used: just has to be a digital format readable by Tumblr when you submit your e-valentine to the other participants

Tools you could use to create ur e-valentine: Canva, Photoshop, Picsart, Google slides, Text editor Examples that I slapped together in 3 sec:

To participate please fill out this participation form: https://forms.gle/sBpXZ3DjXASC6Ur48

Reblog and spread the word around if you are interested! This participation form will be closed on the 6th of February. Please be on the lookout for a post on the 7th of February for more information after I assess how many are interested in this. Please DM me if you have further questions. I am excited to be able to send you guys some cheesy puns and hope to see your stuff :) 

EDIT: Here is a link to the Feb 6 post

[jongins-tiddies]

OT23 edit series - sungchan (21 of 23)

[sheshallfromtimetotime]

It’s about the tenderness! It’s about the sadness! It’s about me trying not to care that these aren’t arranged chronologically ‘cause I don’t want to fight with Paint again!

[harrykilledmoi]

Lol my sister called me to ask me if I was the one who made the cassette edit and then proceeded to tell me that she thought it was real and she would've bought it for me for Yule.

[thecontumacious]

uwaaa omg your writing skills are good! god bless i found another one writing for njsj's luxiem ; w ;

if it's not too much of a bother, may i request an artist/graphic designer reader x ike?

i haven't really thought much about it, but it's along the lines of them being a duo (like ike mixes and reader provides the graphics for the project usually).

thank you so so much! (i really loved your bf hcs hahaha)

- cookie anon

Of Songs and Bravery

pairing: Ike Eveland x Artist!GN!Reader

a/n: hi cookie anon!! let me be real with u for a good minute here. i had a bit too much fun with this fic bcs this turned more like a slow burn that it should've been fluff in the initial plan :DD i hope u enjoy it as much as i had fun writing it! i'm in tears rn

i wanna dedicate this to both cookie anon for the lovely idea and my proofreader best friend who is down bad for ike and an artist herself. props to yall for providing so much support!! <3

disclaimer: everything i wrote in here is 100% mine btw! you'll see why i said that after u read it all :3

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: hey y/n!

y/n l/n: hey, ikee what’s up?

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: remember that new song i’ve been telling u about?

y/n l/n: yeah?

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: it’s completely done now

y/n l/n: oh cool!! great work!! do you plan on publishing it like u did with ‘this nightmare of a tale?’

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: that’s what i wanted to talk to u about

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: can i commission u again to make the music video?

y/n l/n: ofc!! i’d be happy to work with u again, ike!

you and ike have actually been friends for a while, a little before he debuted even

the one most important thing that drew him to you was your impeccable art skills

your ability to weave together lines and colors so harmoniously, all to produce a single piece of art that can covet so many different emotions

and we all know how big of an appreciation ike has for good art

in fact, your natural artistic talents is what made him fall in love with you in the first place

ike was sure when he first met you, it was just mere admiration for your work

however, the more he frequently met up with you, seeing past your beautiful artwork, he begins to realize the artisan behind it was even more beautiful

your gentle nature, your firey passion, your determination and dedication to your craft, your attitude towards the world, your mutual interest in the art field

there was nothing about you ike would ever change

and there he was, what started as a simple admiration, to a silly crush, to an uncontrollable amount of affection he couldn't hold back

he was gonna burst if he didn’t do anything about it rly

but as ike sat there, half listening to you ramble about an annoying commissioner, he is being eaten alive by the thought of losing you

the thought not being able to listen to you complain about your early stage of kyphosis (relatable asf), a wonderful and supportive fan, the difficulty of one particular commission

your smiles, your laughs, your messages asking about his day

was relaying his feelings for you worth it?

he could very well lose you and there will never be another you to fall in love with

yeah… no

but it became harder for him to deal with you always dropping by his house, either to simply hang out or talk about collaborating on a new project

“it’s inevitable, i suppose,” ike thinks to himself, rubbing away at his face as he once again caught himself daydreaming about you

continuation utc!

y/n l/n: omfg

y/n l/n: this song is so good tskr??????

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: awe thank you y/n you’re so sweet

y/n l/n: i can totally work with this its soooo good

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: that’s good to hear! good luck!

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: like before, u can ask me anything about the song or anything else about the project

y/n l/n: ofc! let’s start with what meaning you want to tell here

y/n l/n: then i can start from there^^

hoo boy

here’s the thing, y/n

with the recent years, ike’s tendency to just think about you every waking moment getting worse, it becomes a bit too much

he had to word it out

not to you of course, that’d be disastrous

so what does he do?

he writes

he pours his heart out, about the nights where he stayed awake thinking, and about the times where he manages to sleep and only dreams of you instead

about the moments where he can hold you freely, where he can place a chaste kiss on your forehead to just express how precious you are to him

and even before ike could realize it, the clock shows him the numbers of the late hour

and the notes before him, his feelings sprawled out in his handwriting in a form of a poem

well, it was a poem that early morning of 1 am, it slowly became a song over the next few days though

“i’m doomed, i swear,” ike sighs, looking at his sheet notes and the lyrics above it

but he was glad

he was somewhat proud of himself for having able to finally word and sort his feelings out like this

although he couldn’t exactly send these words to you, perhaps he didn’t have to directly

so, ike decides to make it his new project

and he plans to post it to his youtube as a another original song of his

one, for the growth of his channel but most importantly, to get that indirect closure

in a way, he would be saying to the world how much he loved you

much like sending a letter to no one, without ever knowing who the recipient may be

it was slightly pathetic, yes, but… ike was okay

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: it’s about… well, it’s rly straight forward isn’t it?

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: it’s about a boy who wants to confess his feelings to the one he loves, but never rly had the courage to do so

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: he’s scared he’s going to lose them if he says the truth so he just stays quiet

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: he stays in the shadows and keeps wondering what could be

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: and there he is with his unrequited love

y/n l/n: god fuck ike that’s too sad you’re tearing me apart T-T

you’re tearing him apart goddammit

“don’t you ever notice?” ike whispers to himself. “just… how much happy i am when i’m around you? how i wish i can just stay with you all the time without worrying you’d slip away?”

he’s both angry and sad

he’s so irritated by the fact you just don’t give him what he wants, that you poison him with such uncertainty

but he had no right to lash out on you either

ike would kill himself before he ever made himself do that

yet there you were, continuing to ask questions about the songs and the meanings he wants to portray so you could integrate it into your work

of course, like any good artist would! it was only natural that you asked as many questions as possible right?

ike understood that and now that he’s thinking about it, enlisting your help might’ve been a mistake

“oh dear me,” ike groans as he finally logs off discord from the mental torture

but he simply couldn’t resist

he loved what you did with his first video and with every artwork you release, be it of your own accord or the collaboration with other people, ike craved to see more

art was the amalgamation of one’s self, wasn’t it? looking at yours made him feel closer to you

how ridiculous it truly was

you were creating art unknowingly about yourself as well

y/n l/n has sent a file.

y/n l/n: okay ike, here’s my initial character designs and drafting for the entire video

y/n l/n: it’s super rough so it can be vague, so feel free to ask anything

ike opens said file, and like other works he’s seen, he’s once again baffled

even though they’re very simple and even messy lines of vague shapes, he can see the flow of the story

he can read how the characters will move about and narrate his song

ike falls again with every swipe of a new frame draft

one of the characters you designed he noticed was meant to be him it seems and the other…

in his mind, it was supposed to be you obviously

but why had you drawn it so very ambiguously unlike his own avatar?

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: hey y/n is the other character not done yet?

y/n l/n: oh yeah

y/n l/n: i couldn’t think of a design straight up so i just went with a very simple shape, then i’ll just go along if i get any ideas

y/n l/n: are u okay with being the mc btw? i can always think of another design

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: no no it’s absolutely alright! u can keep it

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: and as for the drafting, it looks wonderful so far. i love it

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: i can still see the fluidity between scenes and even tho it’s very vague and i might be biased

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: i can see the story very clearly, great work!

y/n l/n: aweee thanks ike!!

of course, art can’t be rushed

but how will you interpret the other person ike wonders?

will you purposely draw it very vaguely?

will you design it in a very specific manner? meant to hint at a person?

would you ever draw the other character as yourself?

ike shakes his head

“no, no way,” he sighs. “but… i can always ask them to do that? it’s my project after all…”

but then you’d find out

“yeah, never mind.”

it had been a few weeks since, with great progress every time you or him mentioned the project

during calls, ike can tell how much of your passion is overflowing as you spoke about the designs or the illustration making so far

and it hurts him to know how you have yet to notice

it might just be him, but he’s been losing more and more sleep the more he thinks about the project and you altogether

ike might as well be digging a hole for his own grave

even the quilldren has started to notice with his shorter streams

“hey, ike?” you called out as you laid sprawled out on his couch

“hm?” ike hums, raising his head and stopping in the middle of his work to pay attention to you

it was another regular day of you dropping by his house, resting for the week before it began again

“have i ever told you that your song is what i’m going through too?”

what?

ike places down his quill, now properly looking at you as his heart continued to sink. “no, you haven’t.”

you laugh, not out of amusement but… bitterness. “well, i am. i’ve been listening to it so much because of the project. i’m not getting bored of it, of course not. but… i’ve come to realize just how much the main character reminds me of myself.”

you raise your hand up out of spite, wiggling your fingers around in the air

“i’m scared. i’m scared of losing them. i wanna tell them how i feel, but… yeah, i’m so worried that i’ll only scare them away,” you drop your hand again and look at ike

them? ike thought

in the slight glimmer of the room’s light, he can see your eyes glossing over and a great pain tugs at his heart upon sensing your distress

and despite the raising questions in his head, he gets up, a little too quickly as he approached you

he sits on the floor facing where you lay on his couch with the most hurt frown on his face upon seeing your sorrow

“hey, are you okay?” he gently asked you

“i wish i could tell them, ike,” the tears finally spill from your ears as you hiccup. “how much i love them. it’s killing me inside.”

i wish i could too

but there you were, pining over someone else that wasn’t him

as much as you were hurting, ike was torn apart inside as well

how he could aid someone who was hurting when he himself was broken?

what should he say???

“h-hey, i’m sorry you’re going through this right now. and i hate knowing my song triggered these feelings,” ike reached for your hand as he rubbed them softly. “do you want to take a break from the project? you don’t have to rush anything, i promise.”

you sniffled, wiping away a tear. “no, i’ll be fine. i just got carried away there. i can still work.”

but the pain was still evident in your eyes and no matter what you said, ike wasn’t going to let it go

“y/n,” he grips your hands tighter, making you stop to look at him. “i don’t want to see you hurt yourself like this. if you really are tired, tell me. i absolutely don’t mind. i value your health and happiness over everything else.”

i just value you as a whole person. you’re so important to me, y/n. why can’t you see that?

silence clouds over the two of you and all ike could hear was the wild beating of his heart

… had he said too much?

“mm,” you nod your head, spilling a few more tears with a tired smile. “maybe you’re right.”

okay he was in the clear.

“see? it never hurts to rest a bit. don’t push yourself, okay?”

“can i have a hug?” you mumble shyly

ike chuckles, opening his arms. “of course you can.”

you giggle and collapse into him

ike lets you nuzzle into his chest and his heart, though still uncertain, is at peace. because here you were, in his arms and well protected by him

and that smile he never wants to see disappear

“it’ll be okay,” ike tells both you and himself as he pats your head down

but it doesn’t

with your break, ike understood as to why you had to be quiet and been contacting him less and less

the project was a relatively long term assignment so it must’ve taken some toll on you

but how is it with you being silent, not asking questions about the song making him feel worse?

during streams, he’d often get lose in his own thoughts

were you okay? were you avoiding him really because of the break? were you still in a bad place?

who was this other person you wished you could confess to?

was there a chance it could be him?

he’d be gaming and continuously lose, always because of lack of focus

at first, chat thought he was just super bad at the game he was doing or if he’s just not feeling it today

but as he continues to randomly be quiet in free chat streams and other games throughout the week

chat was beginning to suspect something was terribly wrong

most times, the only way to bring him back would be to send him a super chat that could alert ike

“o-oh, sorry guys,” he’d apologize, shaking his head and continuing what was meant to happen that stream

it gets so bad that the quilldren resorts to calling other nijisanji members

“mysta, ike needs your help? what’s wrong with ike, chat?”

“milord, ike is in danger. oh no what’s going on?”

or whoever it was that was live with him at the same time

they’d notice after ike didn’t read their messages and have to alternatively call him on discord

“ike, buddy are you okay?”

“i-i’m fine! sorry to have bothered you guys…”

and ike never fails to feel bad for having his co workers and own audience snap him out of it when he should be doing his job

“ike, maybe you should take a break from streaming for a bit,” vox advises him one day on a discord call they had

at that time, it had gotten pretty bad with the streams being worryingly too short and him zoning out every ten minutes

“no, i’ll be fine. i just… haven’t been focusing enough.”

“is something wrong? bothering you?”

yeah

“lack of sleep i guess,” ike smiles through his teeth

vox on the other line merely sighs, “then you should get a few days off to get that sleep in. so long as you stream 3 times, you can rest until the end of the week.”

remembering the exact same conversation he had with you a week back, maybe it was for the best

else, he was gonna go insane

“alright, fine,” ike lets out an exhausted sigh, thanking vox for his company before shutting off his devices for the night

but there he goes, opening his phone and replaying his own song over and over again as if he hadn’t been bothered already

it was because of this damn thing he’s like this

it was because of you he’s messing up like this

ike then suddenly hears the doorbell to his apartment ring

begrudgingly, he gets out of bed and gets ready to curse whoever dares disturb him in his depressed state—

“hey ike”

“y-y/n?”

okay okay backtrack all those plans to ask shu for curse spells

“what’s up?” ike asks, scratching the back of his head rather embarrassedly

“i’m starting to notice how off you’ve been this past week,” you say, crossing your arms. “not much like the ike i know. so i wanted to make sure you’re not overdosing on red bull again and eating real meals. move over, buddy.”

despite everything, despite you being the cause of it all, ike still can’t help but laugh. he moves aside to let you charge in

“alright,” you say, plopping down on the couch. “for real, do you wanna start telling me what’s going on?”

and just like that, the mood changes over swiftly

ike isn’t sure whether to tell you what’s been going on

he’s so afraid of the rejection

he’s so afraid he was gonna lose you entirely, scared by his feelings

but all of this is killing and tearing him apart. he’s messing up his job, he’s worrying his friends and worrying you, the last person he doesn’t want to burden

was this it?

was this the moment he had to tell you?

“ike?”

it’s now or never

“y/n, can i ask you something?” ike inquires, his heart thrumming much too fast against his chest

you tilt your head, “hm?”

“what do you think of ‘unrequited’?”

“well, it’s a very beautiful song. the meaning behind it, every single word written like a story. it evokes so much emotion. hell, it made me cry,” you laugh, but ike fails to see how you being in pain amusing. “your voice too, it just helps bring out the story and feelings more. it… brings me comfort, despite the sad story. it’s like having you there with me when i listen to it.”

just go ike eveland

“that… that’s how you make me feel too.”

“huh?”

no turning back now

ike takes a very long breath in, one he wished could summon all the courage in the world before he faces you

“this song, y/n. you make me so happy. when i’m around you, i just want you to stay by my side.”

“i know it sounds selfish, but i just want to make you smile all the time. i want to be able to protect you. i want to be there for you when you’re sad. i want to be the first person you come to when you’re having troubles.”

“this song is about my feelings about you. how i’ve always loved you but never had the courage to tell you.”

hadn’t he originally planned to get the closure he wants from posting the song to youtube?

commissioning you for this project rly was a bad idea huh?

ike sits stiffly, his hands sweating from the anxiety as no one spared a word. not him or you

especially you

confession aside, it all starts coming back to ike

how will you react?

“i-“

but you close your mouth again and ike wonders if he’s made a mistake

you want to say something but once more, you don’t speak it

“y/n?” ike calls out

like walking straight into a nightmare, he sees you stand back up with your things. you frantically pace before turning to ike, clearly avoiding eye contact

“i gotta go! u-uh, rest up well okay? i’ll see you!”

and that was the last thing ike ever heard from you

you never spoke a word to him for the next week, not even about the project and not even to say hi

you could’ve pretended he didn’t say all those things to you and he would’ve been okay with it

“just please, say something, y/n,” ike watches the screen of his phone, his heart pining to see your name in a form of a message or a phone call

but that moment never came

he scared you off, didn’t he? he had lost you for good now

perhaps, it was for the best…?

ike cried that night, you know

sobbing in despair as he tried to deal with the loss of the one person he cared so much about, one he can share his passion and worries with

all because he decided to be brave

“it’ll pass, right?” he hiccuped, wiping away a tear. but he can’t imagine picking himself back up in the next few days

god, he was going to lose his job if he wasn’t professional about it

then, his phone lit up

y/n l/n has sent a file.

y/n l/n: hey!

y/n l/n: so, there’s the final video!

y/n l/n: tell me what u think about it ike

at the speed of light, ike’s tears dry up and he hastily clicks on the file

and there it was

his song

him as the main character

wait

was that you?

in turn with the song, he intensely watches the illustrations flash by, switching in coordination between him and you

were the tears blinding him?

no, that was your signature hair style, your skin color, your choice of outfits!

wait, what did this mean?

ike was so busy being mesmerized by your sudden cameo in the video that he didn’t even pay attention to the music video as a whole

“w-what?”

and the video finally comes to an end

and there’s this gaping hole in his chest, slowly being filled to the brim with something he can’t quite decipher

what the fuck is going on

well yeah ike thinks it’s absolutely amazing! the final illustrations, the typography, the animations, the effects, the storyboarding—EVERYTHING

BUT WHY THE FUCK DID U PUT YOURSELF THERE

y/n l/n: um, u there ike?

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: sorry sorry! i’m here

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: i’m just… very enchanted by what u did

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI]: it’s so beautiful and gorgeous, y/n… thank you so much

y/n l/n: i’m just doing my work, ike. it’s rly no problem! you made such a beautiful song so i wanted to do it justice u kno?

like a true artist…

ugh, why did you have to give him a reason to fall in love even after everything that’s happened?

shouldn't he be letting you go?

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: no rly it’s so beautiful, the art direction is amazing here

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: i might post this in a few days

y/n l/n: oh yeah sure that’s cool! so that’s it then? is that all? do i need to add or reduce anything?

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: no, y/n, it’s perfect

y/n l/n: well, if u say so then ike

y/n l/n: im glad i was able to work with you again ike, it’s always such an experience

y/n l/n: thanks for coming to me ^-^

Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN]: i only come to professionals, what can i say?

y/n l/n: hehe stop that

and just like that, even in the midst of his cries in the dead of night, he laughs

all because of you

you really were something, huh?

at first, ike thought you just messaged him to send the file

but you were asking about his day and asking if he’s eaten all over again

were things going back to normal? like before he confessed to you?

have you decided to just pretend nothing happened?

whatever the case

ike was glad he hadn’t lost you completely

Unrequited / Ike Eveland [original song]

Premiering now

just like usual, you drop by ike’s house to sit through the premiere together

yes, ike was nervous at first but you were right there next to him

interacting with him normally

though he was a little heartbroken

“there it is y/n it’s going to be live soon!” ike says, grinning

“yeah i’m so excited!! there are like 20k ppl waiting, ike, omg,” you exclaim in return

ike chuckles, “i know right? this is so insane. how do u think it’s gonna go?”

“it’s gonna go amazing ofc!! you did such a good job with the song,” your excited smile sends ike unnecessary butterflies but he tries not to mind it

“aren’t you going to credit urself a bit more? you did a beautiful job with the art!” he smiles. “and everyone loved the work you did on the last original song too. they’re gonna like it more now knowing you did the art, y/n.”

you turn away, evidently flustered, “oh, shut up ike you’re too sweet.”

ike can only smile, simply glad you’re here

you face the screen again and enthusiasm decorates your face, “OH SHIT IT’S LIVE NOW AHHHHHHHHH”

ike turns to the screen of his desktop once more, the first notes of his song coming into play as the title of the song appears, along with all the cast involved

the chat of the premiere rolls wildly with glowstick emotes, blue hearts and an emoji strongly related to you

whatever happened, it’s in the past

what you and ike have may not be what he wanted, but he still has you

and that’s okay

Unrequited

lyrics / arrangement / vocals

Ike Eveland

illust / movie

y/n l/n

~~

his love sealed in letters

his letters hidden away under his bed

when will i ever send it? he wonders

will the words inside ever be read?

he thinks what could be

what he could grasp and what he could lose

the truth he truly wants to set free

but the answer he’s afraid will bruise

~~

he looks up at the sky, tears in his eyes

he asks the world why and to you he cries

~~

love, when will you finally smile at me?

like i’m yours as you are mine?

why is it that your beautiful eyes can’t see?

just how much i want our hearts to intertwine?

i want nothing else than for us to dance together

lost in the music, swallowed by the night

our steps forever unchanged by the weather

and your smile remains eternally bright

~~

he sits with you, smiling at what you say

and he wishes to protect it with his life

but the uncertainty eats him away

his cowardice he curses with strife

“why can’t i just say it?” he screams

“why can’t i look at you and tell you”

“how many times you’ve appeared in my dreams”

but he sighs, crying again, “how i love you?”

~~

once again, he gazes up at universe above

and he confesses to his unrequited love

~~

love, when will you finally smile at me?

like i’m yours as you are mine?

why is it that your beautiful eyes can’t see?

just how much i want our hearts to intertwine?

i want nothing else than to hold your hand

braving storms and fires with each other

even through angry waters and dry land

i’d never imagine doing it with any other

~~

the letters under his bed stay sealed

never to be opened and read aloud

his aching, wounded heart never to be healed

the love in him perpetually under a shroud

he’s still afraid

he’s still a coward

in the shadows he stayed

forever to be overpowered

~~

he wonders if he’ll ever escape it

this darkness a black ever true

he sobs, “my love, i want to quit”

“but how can i stop loving an angel like you?”

~~

love, when will you finally smile at me?

like i’m yours as you are mine?

why is it that your beautiful eyes can’t see?

just how much i want our hearts to intertwine?

i want nothing else than for us to dance together

lost in the music, swallowed by the night

our steps forever unchanged by the weather

and your smile remains eternally bright

love, when will you finally smile at me?

like i’m yours as you are mine?

why is it that your beautiful eyes can’t see?

just how much i want our hearts to intertwine?

i want nothing else than to hold your hand

braving storms and fires with each other

even through angry waters and dry land

i’d never imagine doing it with any other

the end credits roll once more, displaying ike’s and your name as the producers for the music video

by the end of it, ike received a huge amount of support from the fans

piling up in thousands of likes and views on the first day of premiering

but most importantly, he felt like he could finally be at peace with himself

and frankly with you too

“hey, ike?” you call out to him gently

“hm?”

ike turns to face you and he sees you fiddling with your fingers

“about what happened a while back…”

oh, so you haven’t decided to pretend it was nothing

ike takes a deep breath, “yeah, what about it?”

then ike hears an unexpected sniffle from you

“y-y/n?”

“you’re way braver than i am, you know that?” you look up and ike wasn’t mistaken when he thought you were crying

“you made a fucking song about me and then you confessed to me,” you smile. “yet here i am, too much of a coward to confess to you too.”

so

your cameo in the video

that was… meant to respond to him?

“y/n…”

“ike, i’m sorry i ran away that day. i ran away without telling you how i felt. i was too scared by my own feelings and by the time i got home, i thought i was so stupid.”

you inhaled, “but… i’m here to finally tell you. that your love isn’t unrequited. that the person i’ve been wanting to tell i love you to has been you this entire time.”

your hand reaches for ike’s as you look up at him, tears still in your eyes

“you were brave. so… i wanted to do the same.”

ike doesn’t know what to say nor feel

so all that pain and fighting through the dark

it wasn’t for nothing after all?

does that mean that all his dreams would finally come true?

was being brave truly the right choice?

“ike, say something.”

“oh, i—“ ike then laughs, lifting up your hands and up against his lips. he smiles, his own tears finally spilling

this time, it wasn’t out of heartbreak. for the first time, it was of happiness

“ike?”

“i want nothing else than for us to dance together. lost in the music, swallowed by the night,” ike sings in a broken voice, but to you, it sounded beautiful all the same

he continues, “our steps forever unchanged by the weather and your smile remains eternally bright.”

ike’s hands cup your face and everything finally, finally felt alright

for real this time

“i love you.”

DISCLAIMER YES THE SONG IS WRITTEN BY ME

Masterlist!

[sachas]

TASK: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name: Aleksandr “Sacha” Ruslanovich Tarasov

Nickname: Sacha, Cha Cha ( taking applications for others xoxo )

Birthdate: 17th of December, 1989

Age: 32

Zodiac: Sagittarius Sun, Leo Moon, Scorpio Rising

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: He/him & They/Them ( used interchangeably )

Romantic orientation: Biromantic

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Russian

Rank: Dominion

Affiliation: Death

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace: Moscow, Russia

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

Social class: Upper class

Educational achievements: Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in Psychology from The Sorbonne ( mostly paid for with daddy’s money x )

Father: Ruslan “Lana” Yevgenovich Tarasov

Mother: Alexandra “Sanya” Pashovna Tarasova

Siblings: None

Pets: None

Previous relationships: 

Though Sacha prefers to keep his relationships loose, often leaving things without labels, there are a few notable entanglements.

- Saint Warden: The two experience a brief and heady whirlwind relationship ten years ago, one Summer in Paris bringing them close together, high off the drugs and each other. While a young Saint was fast to fall in love, Sacha cuts things off quickly, rathering to keep things casual than let someone become his weakness. Over the years, they reconnect occasionally, their affairs stretching a few days or weeks before the illusion is shattered again, sending Saint off again back home to London.

- Laura Vardhamana: Who’s chasing who here? Maybe that’s half the excitement, Laura plays hard to get with ease and Sacha knows they’ve met their match. Late night hook ups meld into something more, an uncanny amount of time spent together, their relationship developing a seriousness that Sacha’s never experienced. He gets suspicious, uses connections in Death to check out Laura’s tech from a far. There it is — bank statements, withdrawals and transactions made, Sacha’s been conned and is made quite the fool. So they blackmail her, turning the same receipts into threats of prison or Death.

Arrests: Breach of the Peace ( during a Death-staged protest )

Prison time: None

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation: Executive Producer, Pale Horse Media / Dominion, Death

Dream occupation: He doesn’t dream about working, only having power

Past jobs: Never truly worked a day in their life x 

Spending habits: As Death’s benefactor, Sacha allocates a certain amount of money from his family funds to the cause. On top of that, their personal spending could be described as excessive, spending mostly on clothes and other impulse buys.

In debt?: Hahaha

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: Average

Speed: Average

Intelligence: Above average

Accuracy: Above average

Agility: Above Average

Stamina: Average

Teamwork: Because he’s so good at manipulating others to bend to his will, Sacha doesn’t mind teamwork, though he would much rather work alone if possible

Talents: Persuasion, Manipulation, making playlists and mean cocktails

Shortcomings: Detached, vain, selfish, jealous 

Languages spoken: Russian, English, French

Drive?: Yes

Jumpstart a car?: No, they have people for that 

Change a flat tire?: No, they have people for that 

Ride a bicycle?: Yes

Swim?: Yes

Play an instrument?: Piano ( strict lessons from his childhood burning scales into his brain )

Play chess?: Yes

Braid hair?: No

Tie a tie?: Yes

Pick a lock?: No, they have people for that 

Cook?: hahaha 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS.

Face claim: Robert Pattinson my beloved

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Hair type: Mostly straight with waves / 2a curl pattern

Glasses/contacts?: No

Dominant hand: Right

Height: 6’1″ / 185 cm

Build: Lean

Exercise habits: Combat training and the occasional run once or twice a week, Sacha’s definitely not passionate about exercise

Tattoos: General Tattoo Inspo ( x, x, x ) 

Highlights 

- Death Skull on his left shoulder close to collarbone, able to be seen from straight on

- “Тарасов” or Tarasov in Russian under left collarbone 

- a shitty stick n poke pansy on his thigh, given by Saint around ten years ago

- “Ignorant Style” tattooing, really vibe with @/bad.badtattoos on ig’s style ( here, here, here, here, here, here, here, )

Piercings: Earlobes 

Marks/scars: Freckles across skin, though none too pronounced. A few scars from drunken shenanigans gone wrong — Sacha really becomes reckless when he drinks.

Clothing style: Varied. Some days, they’re very casual, slouching on stupid graphic tee with jeans, other days are more like sleek designer boots and trendy, high waisted pants.

Jewelry: On dressed-up days, Sacha might swap his basic silver hoop earrings for something with shine, or might throw on a sleek watch to impress. His family has passed down two items of significance: a signet ring meant for each patriarch of the Tarasov family, and his grandfather’s pocket watch. Neither are worn or used on regular occasion, though might be broken out when Sacha is sent on official Tarasov Media Conglomerate business.

Allergies: None

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type: INTJ - The Architect

Enneagram type:  Type eight - The Challenger  ( independent, stubborn, determined )

Moral alignment: Neutral Evil

Element: Fire

Emotional stability: Sacha keeps emotions hidden well beneath surface, often disguising one emotion as another, whatever is the most useful for the situation. Most of the time, people perceive him as detached and cold, making it hard for him to maintain regular relationships for long.

Introvert or extrovert?: Extroverted

Obsession: Finding people’s weaknesses

Phobias: Snakes! Egads! 

Drug use: Recreational, mainly drugs like ketamine, molly, acid

Alcohol use: Daily, mainly vodka

Prone to violence?: No, would rather use their snakey ways   

Prone to crying?: hahaha, no

Believe in love at first sight?: No

MANNERISMS.

Accent: With years of effort and practice, Sacha manages to disguise his natural Russian inflection with something closer to a Southern English accent, though it’s not perfect and you can hear it on occasion, especially if he’s been drinking

Hobbies: Binging shit TV, giving shitty stick-n-poke tattoos, making shitty tunes on the piano, listening to music, demanding aux privileges 

Habits: Drinking, smoking, lying their ass off

Nervous tics: Clenching jaw

Drives/motivations: Power, control, greed, attention 

Fears: Failure, losing control, submitting to others 

Sense of humor?: Kinda fucked up tbh

Do they curse often?: Tastefully

FAVORITES.

Animal: Bears

Beverage: Iced Coffee or Vodka

Book: Bret Eason Ellis’s American Psycho 

Colors: Green, Purple, Silver

Food: PIZZA! but a childhood comfort food is syrniki 

Flower: Orchids

Gem: Chalcedony

Mode of transportation: Land Rover

Scent: Vanilla, Oud, Tobacco

Weather: Cloudy, breezy

Vacation destination: Swiss Alps

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: Becoming bigger and more influential than his father ever was

Greatest fear: Missing a huge opportunity, becoming irrelevant, being controlled 

Most at ease when: exerting control 

Least at ease when: being forced into something

Biggest achievement: Making a name for himself outside of Russia / Becoming the benefactor of Death

Biggest regret: Not negotiating with Uriel to enter Death as a Seraphim x 

[suga-ssi]

CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

was tagged (sort of lmao) by @taemaknae! My kababayan and rant buddy! lol

✬ first creation and most recent creation of 2020:     → First was THIS BLESSING! You know that time when they danced “Make It Right” for New Year’s Eve in Times Square and Yoongi just blessed in his white shirt when he took the jacket half off and just... woahhh~~~

  → Recent is The Yoongi 2020 Smiles Recap post 

✬ one of your favorite creations from 2020:   → The recent one! The Yoongi 2020 Smiles Recap hahaha istg… 36 gifs… lmao but it made me smile during the whole time I was rewatching the videos, processing the gifs, and coloring. 

✬ a creation you’re really proud of:    → These Dynamite Icons. Mostly cause… my laptop was broken that time and I had to use my phone to design. People ended up liking it. So I’m proud that I still made something even though I didn’t have my usual stuff. I remember @jjoon complimenting it and it made me so happy. lmao

✬ a creation that took you forever:    → This Vintage Themed, Airplane Pt2. Masterlist set.  It was one of my first commissions. lmao  Each one had to be unique… but they all had to match the aesthetic. I loved making them, it just took awhile to finish cause of the details. 

✬ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes:    → THIS ONE! One of my favorite Yoongi moments of 2020. That time in “In the Soop” where Yoongi produced the theme song while they were jamming.

✬ a creation you think deserved more notes:    → This set of Yoongi during their Black Swan performance for NHK Songs. I liked the coloring I did here, but I guess people didn’t? lmao. This led me to the more… matte neutral-ish coloring that I do now.

✬ a creation you made that breaks your heart:

  → Definitely the “SNOWMIN” set cause I miss him sooo much. 

✬ a ‘simple’ creation that you really love:    → “In the Soop” Yoongi in plain white shirt, grilling. lmao No need to explain why, me thinks lmao.

✬ a creation that was inspired by another one:    → Everything is just Bangtan inspired. lmao

✬ a favourite creation created by someone else:    → This “BTS 7th Anniv” graphic by @daegucrew   → This “Spring Day” graphic by @syubb

✬ some of your favorite content creators from the year: 

Thank you for your hard work and passion in making content! I hope you all stay inspired and have more energy to create stuff! 

  → @jung-koook, @jinvant, @lifegoesmon, @honsool, @jiminslight, @jiminrolls, @jimiyoong, @taemaknae, @seoksjin, @jjoon, @jungshiii, @syubb, @joenns, @kkulmoon, @chaylani, @hobibestboy, @hobeah, @varietae, @lifegoesyoon, @hopekidoki, @houseofarmanto, @jintae,  @dearbangtansonyeondan, @eternalbulletproof, @bangtanger, @namgination, @yoongi-bts, @daegucrew, @houseofarmanto, @jcngkooks, @flipthatjacketjiminie

I might have missed a few more... but please know... all you content creators are precious! Thank you for spending time to and putting in the effort to make content. 

✬ and for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love: I love all my shit lmao... soooo.... HERE lmao

[macchiatooru]

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With Kenma? And Lev and Hinata? Absolute College AU vibes? Despite my doubts about the productivity, I definitely need this. It’s around 1AM as I type, and I literally have three papers to finish, with one due tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA. (I wrote this note last night, so it’s not entirely applicable now, but well- I have to submit the second tomorrow and the third the following day... I hope HAHAHA)

Note: If you’re also up at such ungodly hours and want to add to this when you’re stuck with a paper too, or a lesson, or something, go ahead! If you want to modify something, don’t hesitate to say it!

The situation, for example, is that you’re writing a paper, and you don’t know how to continue it anymore. Luckily, you have enough options to kill the time until your brain is working properly again. The apartment―whoever owns it, maybe you guys were sharing or had connecting ones or were neighbors or whatnot―would literally look like, I don’t know, a convention? It’s like there are different stalls with different activities. Take your pick!

Tsukishima’s Corner:

I can imagine that he has this set-up in the far end of the living room where he has a table against the wall and a chair with a blanket on it

And he always has a drink with him, whether it’s a soda or an Iced Americano. (that just gave me Yoongi vibes ahhh my heart)

Of course, he has his headphones on. Not surprising.

He’s pretty calm when he does his schoolwork, and his focus is just wow

So, don’t expect him to pay attention to you that much. Again, not surprising.

If you have an actual question though, I think you can ask him!

He’ll help you out, but be wary of the sass and teasing.

It’s highly possible for him to annoy the shit out of you before you guys solve the problem, btw.

If you have chips with you, he’ll take some without asking permission smh but he’s so idufhsdbkfhda can you really say no?

You can get back at him by repetitively calling him “Tsukki”.

“Cut it out.”

“No can do, Tsu~ Kki!”

Emphasize! the! syllables! because he probably lowkey thinks it’s kinda cute

Unless he doesn’t and he throws the blanket at your face to shut you up

Don’t annoy him when he’s in a bad mood, okay?

He’ll really appreciate it if you give him space on those days

But he’ll also appreciate it so so so much if you’re the one who hands him his usual drink.

Despite being the person who could really rile you up the most

He’s actually nice... in his own way!

Lev and Hinata’s “Quiet” Pile of Pillows:

What am I even saying?

There’s nothing quiet about that part of the living room.

Lev and Hinata like studying in their “own kind of comfort”

And that is with their “study” blankets―they have separate ones for sleeping―on the floor and their pillows on top.

They study with the TV on

A series on Netflix is playing the entire time.

Nobody minds, really, because for some reason, most of you can study with some noise in the background. Those who can’t, however, just listen to music on their own.

They have hot or iced chocolate―depends on their mood―made either by you, Akaashi, or Kuroo.

You never asked Bokuto to do it again. Never again.

One time, he made the mistake of giving the “kids” coffee, and well, was that some night.

Lev and Hinata have common classes, so they work on some of their assignments together.

Expect them to be very excited when they get something right and very frustrated when they can’t understand what they’re doing.

Probably just a spot for you to take a quick break, maybe lie your head down on Lev’s favorite pillow to annoy him.

It’s not because he doesn’t want to share, but because you just took it right out of his lap.

They’ll be really happy kiddos if you join them! Please give these babies the attention they need.

Also, it helps to give them snacks to shut them up.

Bokuto’s Spot on the Couch:

That became his permanent spot after Akaashi sent him there because of that one time that big baby reaaally got on his nerves.

He has a pillow supporting his back as he leans against an armrest, legs stretched out in front of him and laptop on his, well, lap. HAHAHA sorry

He also likes working with the TV on, so it was a suitable place for him.

Bokuto’s drink would either be a can of soda or a protein shake.

Keep your phone on standby.

You have to take a pic of the pouty face he makes when he doesn’t get something.

He’s so cute he can have my heart-

“Akaashiiiii~ Why won’t you help me out?”

Akaashi would remind him that not only was he a year higher, but he also had a different major.

*cue Bo’s emo mode with matching droopy hair fml he’s literally so cute*

He gets distracted easily because he never puts his phone on silent

Probably chats with Konoha idk

Or gets carried away watching game highlights.

He already startled all of you a few times.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH. DAAAAAAAAAAAMN. THAT WAS SO GOOD.”

“Bokuto-san-”

If you choose to go to him, he can’t really help you with the paper you’re writing.

However, he gives THE BESTEST HUGS!

I think a lot of us agree that he’s a walking heater, so getting a hug from that beefy boi? Especially when it’s cold?

H E A V E N

Or that’s just me being biased, but is it really just me?

I love him.

Kuroo’s Kitchen Kounter:

Now, I’m definitely sure I’m being biased because- I mean- JUST-

One of the kitchen counters faces the common living area where everyone is spread out.

Imagine walking from wherever you were previously just staring at your laptop with that constant 132 words plastered on the corner of the screen and you’re well-aware that it has to be 2000 by tomorrow

And seeing business-related major Kuroo, sitting on a stool, immersed in his work, Excel sheets and documents being the only inhabitants of his laptop screen?

I’m literally giving myself away I-

He has glasses on and he’s tapping the end of his pen on his chin and at this point I’m hyperventilating

THE FACE HE MAKES WHEN HE CONCENTRATES

From time to time, he would swivel the stool around, take a sip of the black iced coffee he always brews at night, and eat whatever snack was available (e.g. chips, popcorn, sandwiches, instant noodles, sometimes asks Bokuto to make another protein shake, etc.)

He doesn’t really listen to music and can easily drown out the noise on his own because he concentrates so much.

You can always count on him to entertain you

Because despite the amount of focus he puts into his homework and problem sets, he also wants any excuse to tear his eyes of his screen.

He’s good at papers, so he can help you with that in the best way he can

Also asks if you would like to take a break and grab a snack with him

And can be a flirt if he’s in the mood, but when he’s tired, he has a soft and sleepy smile (except he’s not really sleepy because of the coffee, he’s just not putting that much effort)

Although he will annoy and provoke you while the two of you are on break

He’s the best person to cry to when you’re really stressed out.

I want him.

Akaashi’s Atelier:

He literally owns the dining table, his work neatly spread out.

I can almost imagine him studying architecture

But nah I guess he just really likes practicing how to capture anything and everything he can observe

And by capturing, I really mean that there’s a pile of photos there somewhere.

Afterwards, he draws them, paying attention to every detail.

He finishes schoolwork before any of you do.

His concentration surpasses that of Kuroo’s, no joke.

You can’t disturb him when he’s working on his academic requirements, so come back later when he’s sketching the hours away.

If you want to do your paper beside him though? Go.

His concentration is not only top tier but also contagious.

He’ll share the dining table, but only to you and, occasionally, Kuroo.

Bokuto? Only if he’s super emo.

Akaashi’s really nice!

He’ll initiate a conversation with you if you’re taking a break and he’s just on his sketchbook or experimenting with graphic design or something.

If you want to see a passionate but shy Akaashi, ask him what he’s working on.

I just know his eyes will literally light up.

He might be drinking tea, mint tea?

Water most of the time, but he always smells like mint and fresh laundry ahhh be still, my heart

Go to him if you really want to be productive and not get distracted by anything else because his eyes and the way he’s so into what he’s doing might actually be what distracts you

He is the epitome of grace under pressure, such a beautiful human being ha ha ha I wish

Kenma’s Den:

Well, what did you really expect?

Nah, kidding.

Kenma’s the only one in his room because he’s probably streaming.

His audience is mostly up at night, so yeah.

He definitely has ramen, chips, and soda

Which he’s willing to share with you as long as you don’t mess his game up don’t try I swear

Tbh, it’s actually really comforting to stay in his room especially when you’re really stressed out.

You can rest your eyes and take a quick nap.

He knows that he should wake you up after fifteen minutes, so don’t worry about sleeping through the night without finishing your paper.

He’s so sweet please

It’s so comforting to hear his fingers tapping away, a literal lullaby that gets you every time.

At some point, some people probably caught you slipping under his duvet IT WAS YOUR FIRST LOWKEY SCANDAL HAHAHAHAHA

Which lasted for just an hour because Kenma’s viewers knew him enough to know what his facial expressions meant

He definitely can’t help you with your paper. Such a busy boi.

But if he’s in the lobby that’s what you call it, right? of whatever game he’s playing, he’s willing to listen to your rants.

A quiet listener, but you know that he genuinely cares about you.

Massage his shoulders if you can! He likes that.

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