#i don't know man im too lazy to tag all of them

[adumbratrapedme]

“Caught, Almost!”

Pairing: kenma x reader

Synopsis: you and kenma. needy. school grounds. almost caught. ok? ok.

Warnings: “public” sex, smut, +18, p in v, etc. idk im too lazy to properly tag this uhhh, is my first time writing smut cuz i usually get too nervous while writting it ngl (i take constructive criticism, sooo point out what i could do better. thank you!). nyan!

╭⋅Tbh not even you know how you guys enfed like this huh ╭⋅You where supossed to JUST GO AND FIND YOUR BOYFRIEND that was skipping practice (again) ╭⋅He was tired you know?? You guys just finished exam season and! He got a new game! Common!! Let my man rest!! ╭⋅Anyways, you didn’t care, sorry ken ken, disadvantages of having a manager gf unu ╭⋅So, tbh i would never take kenken as someone that has public sex? But i mean lets try to understand him ok? A full exam week, no gf, no kisses and the only opportunities you had to get together he got cockblocked! Wether it was his or you family ╭⋅When you finally find him sitting in his desk playing with the psp you try to pull him away but he does not comply! ╭⋅Until well… you get irritated and start saying that you’d do anything he wants!! ╭⋅So here we go :3

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“Kenma~!” you called out, your voice echoing through the empty halls as you searched for your elusive boyfriend. Frustration bubbled inside you, and just as you were about to give up, a familiar mop of pudding-colored hair caught your eye through the window of an empty classroom. “UGH! THERE YOU ARE!!” you huffed, storming into the room, Kenma flinched at your sudden outburst, his eyes still glued to his handheld console. "You're still looking for me? So... practice isn't over yet? Great..." he muttered under his breath, clearly bothered by the situation.

"Honeyyyy~" you groaned dramatically as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. He didn't budge, his fingers tapping away at the buttons, “keEeeEn~” you whined, playfully trying to push him out of the chair.

"Come on! Kuroo is going to kill me if I don't bring you back!"

Still no reaction.

You leaned in closer, pressing your cheek against his. "Do you really want your beaaauuutiful girlfriend to fail at her manager duties, huh?"

Kenma finally sighed, his gaze never leaving the screen. "

...If it means

you'll leave me alone, then... sure."

"UGH! Kenmaaaa!" you pouted, slumping dramatically in front of him.

Dropping to your knees and hugging his legs you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

His fingers faltered for a second.

"You're so annoying.." he muttered, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

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After what felt like hours (okay, maybe just ten minutes) of begging and pressing Kenma to go to practice, you finally hit your limit. Refusing to stand from your spot on the floor, you crossed your arms and gave him your best fake teary eyes, complete with a trembling pout.

“Fine then… let them fire me from my manager position,” you huffed dramatically. Kenma finally glanced down at you, his expression flat. “Y/N… this isn’t a job. They won’t fire you.”

But then — ngh! — his gaze lingered. The sight of you sitting on the floor, all pouty and vulnerable? That triggered something in his brain.

Neurons? Activated.

Kenma? Horny

Y/n? Annoyed

Crops? Watered.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he averted his gaze, but his voice softened. “But… maybe there’s something we can do… if you really want me to go back to practice.” Your eyes lit up. “YAS! I knew it!” You leapt from the floor, wrapping your arms around him in excitement. “Come on, tell me! I’ll do anything you want!”

Kenma blinked, momentarily stunned by your enthusiasm, before a tiny smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Well… you know how we haven’t been able to spend much time together lately?” You nodded eagerly, not missing the way his voice dipped into a quieter tone.

“And how every time we try to be alone… someone interrupts us?” he added, glancing at you briefly before looking away again, the blush deepening.

“Uh-huh,” you murmured, heart thumping in anticipation. Kenma cleared his throat. “Well… maybe we can do it now.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait… here?” “The school’s practically empty,” he murmured, setting his PSP down on the desk. “Only a few clubs and… maybe a janitor. But if we’re careful…”

He finally looked back at you, and the heat in his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

“You serious?” you whispered.

Kenma leaned in slightly, his voice low. “Only if you want to.”

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So... in the end, you gave in—how could you possibly resist that pudding-colored mop of hair? And now, here you are, in this exact moment.

You're leaning over his desk, your hands pressing against the surface.

Honestly, you feel a little exposed. Your boyfriend's behind you, and you can feel his gaze, while all you can see is what's right in front of you. You feel his cold hand lift your skirt, the breeze of his breath hitting your core, making you shiver just a little..

"just look at this, huh kitten? i barely even told you what i wanted and you are this wet already?” he said as he pulled down at your underwear, “ so eager to please me huh?” He said leaning into you and giving your ear a few kitten licks.

"P-Please, Kenma," you whispered, a hint of shame in your voice. Doing this in school? It felt so forbidden, so sinful. But deep down, you couldn't deny it — you'd been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.

To be honest, Kenma had wanted to tease you a little longer, but even he couldn't hold back. After the past week of restraint, he was too pent up to keep it inside any longer.

"So whiny..." he murmured while placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, while one of his hands ran down your shirt until he reached your breasts, the way he squeezed them was very rough, but it was the right one for that moment, his hand was massaging them and the other was busy unbuckling his belt.

"I'm sorry darling..." he whispered into your ear while holding his member with one hand and rubbing it against your entrance earning a soft moan from you "you know that normally I would go slowly but... I don't think there's enough time for that right now"

You nodded in agreement, eager to feel him inside you, you hadn't realized how much you needed this, how much you missed his hands, his kisses and his caresses...

Just when you were lost in your thoughts a sudden pressure at your entrance made you yelp, Kenma's hands gripped your waist firmly, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you closer. His breathing was uneven, his gaze heavy with desire as he leaned in.

"Ahh... Y/N..." His voice came out low and hoarse, roughened by the tension building between you. He pushed in deeper, his movements purposeful, each one making you gasp as your body adjusted to him. "You're so tight... nghh..." The way he muttered it, half a groan and half a breathless confession, made your stomach flutter.

A whimper escaped you, soft and broken, your lower lip trembling as you tried to speak through the haze. "K-Kenma... it's so big, I-"

Before you could finish, he picked up his pace, each movement making you lose more control over your voice. You couldn't stop the sounds slipping from your lips, and just as quickly, he silenced you with a kiss - rough, needy, possessive. "I like you better when you just moan for me," he mumbled against your lips, his voice low and commanding.

The words sent a shiver down your spine, making you melt into his touch.

You could feel the tension in your body rising fast, and by the way Kenma gripped you, he could feel it too. The way you clenched around him made him groan softly, his head dropping to your shoulder as he trailed kisses along your neck, leaving faint marks behind.

Normally, he would slow down - tease you, drag things out until you were begging for more. But this time, he couldn't hold back. His own release was close, and it showed in the way his thrusts grew more erratic, rocking the desk beneath you as he pushed deeper.

"Fuck... baby..." His voice was husky, strained, filled with urgency as he buried himself in you. "I'm really close..."

You couldn't hold back your own moans any longer. The intensity of his movements, the weight of his body against your back, the sound of his voice — it was all too much. You didn't care if anyone could hear, if anyone walked by. All that mattered was him.

Kenma's fingers tightened their grip on your hips, his forehead pressed to yours as he pushed you both toward the edge. His heart was racing, his breath ragged in your ear, and you could feel the tension winding tighter and tighter.

"Kenma... please." you whimpered, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking from the overwhelming sensation.

He groaned softly at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his movements never faltering. He could feel how close you were — he always knew your body better than you did.

And though his usual control would have him drawing things out, this time he couldn't stop. His release was so close, right there, and he didn't want to hold back.

Twenty minutes in, and he already had you falling apart twice. But still, he kept going, chasing that final high — for both of you.

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Kenma's forehead rested against your back, his breath hot and uneven as you both tried to steady yourselves.

His fingers traced slow, soothing patterns under your skirt, a stark contrast to the urgency from moments before. There was a softness in his gaze now, something tender beneath the layers of intensity that still lingered in the air between you.

"Are you okay?" he murmured quietly, his voice softer, more familiar. The concern in his tone made your heart ache in the best way, and you nodded, lips curling into a faint smile.

"I'm okay," you whispered, though your voice still trembled slightly from the aftershocks, your body now fully resting in the desk in a weak attempt of catching your breath.

Kenma's lips twitched into a small smile at your answer. He wasn't always great with words, but his actions said enough. His hands lingered on your hips, steadying you before before turning you around, facing each other, his forehead brushing yours in a quiet moment of calm.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence was comfortable, filled only with the sound of your slowing breaths and the faint creak of the desk beneath you. His thumbs rubbed lazy circles over your skin, grounding both of you as you melted into each other. "I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked after a moment, his voice quieter, almost hesitant. It wasn't like him to ask, but there was something different in the way he looked at you now — more vulnerable, more open.

You shook your head, cupping his face gently. "No... it was perfect," you said softly, and you meant it.

Kenma sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned into your touch.

His lips pressed a lingering kiss to your palm before he pulled you close again, wrapping his arms around you like he couldn't bear to let go just yet. "You make me feel things I never thought l'd want," he admitted quietly, his voice almost shy. "I've never... wanted someone like this before."

The honesty in his words made your chest tighten, and you couldn't help but smile as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered against his skin. "You don't have to be afraid of wanting me."

Kenma's arms tightened around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His heart was pounding against yours, steady and strong.

What you both thought would be a peaceful moment didn’t last nearly as long as you had hoped. For a brief second, you let yourselves forget that you were still on school grounds, thinking you could steal a quiet moment together. But reality quickly came crashing back in the form of a loud, obnoxious voice that both of you knew all too well.

"KENMAAAAAA... Y/N!" Kuroo’s voice echoed through the hallways, sharp and unmistakable as he called out for you two. It was impossible to ignore. You exchanged a glance, both of you groaning internally.

"Come on, Y/N, I trusted you!" Kuroo’s voice whined from further down the hall, his footsteps growing louder as he approached.

"Shit," Kenma muttered, clearly irritated. He quickly pulled away from you, his eyes darting around in panic. "We should hurry," he added, his tone serious now.

Both of you scrambled to adjust yourselves. Kenma straightened his uniform with a quick tug at his collar, while you did the same at your skirt. You couldn’t help but glance at Kenma, biting your lip in a mix of amusement and slight concern.

"Do I have sex hair?" you asked, half joking but also genuinely curious, Kenma paused for a split second, giving you a once-over before shrugging. "Hmm... maybe just a little," he said nonchalantly, brushing his fingers through your hair to tame it.

"Great," you muttered, pushing your hair back into place as the sound of Kuroo’s voice drew closer. You had to think fast before he found you both in the hallway, and judging by the way Kenma was glancing nervously in the direction of the noise, he was already calculating your next move.

You both braced yourselves for what would surely be an uncomfortable encounter, wondering if this "moment of peace" was truly ever meant to be.

[porcelainebambi]

Ooo ya shaka shaka

I'm up way too late again because i was drawing but it's also been way too long without drawing for my liking so oh well. And obviously i had to draw Angel because i adore her. Forgive any spelling mistakes i may make it's past 3:00 in the morningmeow.

First photo Lilith dancing with Angel at prom because Angel is a cutie in her little dress and shawl. And Lily is singing who's that wonderful girl as she spins her all around even though pop music is very just playing around them. Weid ass color layering over them cause i was just having fun doing something silly. Also they're in two entirely different line thicknesses but i don't care enough to fix and repost it meow. Lilith loves angel so much and would be like noticeably sweeter to her than she is to any other PC including my own.

second one angel panics because she didn't know she has suddenly become such a lady's man. Babette is there and she definitely has a big crush on angel. She loves a princely girl who doesn't like sex because babs is asexual and regularly bear sprays people who flirt with her unless they're a hot masc girl with lion like hair. AKa just anyone who looks like Angel.

But the other girl is a PC i haven't actually put out yet. Her name is Genevieve, or Genie. She also likes Angel but she's constantly half dissociated, basically never makes expressions unless you specifically ask her to, and she has no emotional recognition so she doesn't know she likes Angel. In my head they met because someone was harassing Genie and Angel swooped i to swing on them right as Genie was about to stab them in the face. And she was like oh wow someone is doing the hard part for me. I should give her a cool keychain and some strawberry jammie. People like neat jam jars right?

And ever since she follows angel like a lost puppy, keeps giving little trinkets she finds like a pup showing you its favorite toy, and sometimes just gives her money because she has no understanding of the actual value of money she just knows other people need it.

I need to include a fun fact in all my posts so fun fact neither of them are actually real angels. They're what i like to think of as imitation angels which are just divine angel adjacent things who aren't bound by the same rules as actual angels. I don't really care that much about canon at this point when it comes to making my PCs because restricting myself when i know im insane about super natural and horror stuff is like that image of the werewolf tearing its shirt off.

Those two little imitation angels are so majorly possessive of Angel as soon as they get their grubby little hands on her and i have literally over 16 drawing ideas in a big list that I want to make of just Angel and my freaks interacting. Im gonna shit myself if i dont get the chnace to draw them all.

also genie is a puppy angel thing i was just entirely tooo lazy to properly connect her dog ears in this drawing.

@ladyofalabyrinth sorry for all this yappery so late at night you're gonna get tagged like 30 times over spring break because ill have full free range chicken time to be drawing my bif angel drawing idea list

meow maow miao

[puripurin]

— There was something you could never understand even after spending a two years in this world. The first thing you experienced was when you were suddenly aware that you were in another world, was someone trying to kill you after they accused you of stealing their beloved.

All you had done was look around in the area you were dropped in, which was an allyway, before a man tripped on some rubbish before falling on you, to which their "yandere" screeched in horror before trying to rip out your windpipe.

By some miracle, someone had saved you both by shooting them in the head, and that was how you got introduced to AFHD, Assassins For Hire by Darlings. It was just a hitman agency created by various darlings who got sick and tired of yanderes breaking into their homes and killing several of their friends.

You and the man, named Cain, had almost immediately joined and started your training, and after you both finished, you rose through the ranks at lightning speed with Cain and you being nicknamed "Killer Duo", which admittedly made you flustered. But you can say that your quick rise up the ranks created this situation.

"Are you done with that blasted monolog?" The man said curtly. You huffed and rolled your eyes before continuing.

This man was the--

"Okay, that's enough. I'm done with your shenanigans because I know you're going to just complain." The man shook his head before speaking once more. "Now, as I was trying you say earlier, I don't want you to be in the organization anymore because these delicate fingers are to be welding daggers and guns, ratger they should be wrapped around my hard cock—"

"WHATTTT—"

Srry for not posting the laziness was kicking innnnn, plus im starting to get into sewing because getting shit over seas is expensive and my style of clothes (lolita), it EXPENSIVE. All the shit i want is all in USD which i want 2 kill myself because the exchange rates are crazy, like "oh you want a $341 ball jointed doll base?" TOO BAD 2.3K IN MY CURRENCY >>>:((((((

Anyways enough ranting im tired like a horse. 😮‍💨😫

Edit: tags.

[yael199192]

I feel like O'saa would be a bit affectionate for their S/O.

Giving them gifts and such while also protecting them of weirdos.

Being all cold, serious, and stoic, it is a bit funny for me whenever O'saa is all lovey dovey.

Anyway here's the Part 3 of O'saa x GN oldfriend reader :)

Warning; none, just fluff.

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A few weeks past by.

It was a sunny day outside in Abyssonia.

The two of you were having a good time around the village.

You were buying some stuff with O'saa while he stood close to you.

You had decided to bring O'saa with you since you were leaving Abyssonia the next day.

Your parents wanted to meet the Mage too.

[Timeskip to the next day]

"Got everything?" O'saa asked. "Yup" you replied with a big smile on your face.

The two of you walked out of O'saa's house. Walking to the train station that wasn't quite far away.

As you two made it inside the train, you quickly sat next to O'saa.

"Excited to meet my parents?" You asked, making the man chuckle slightly. "Sure, but im more calm than excited." O'saa answered in his usual deep and thick accented tone.

Some hours or more past by, the train was nearing your destination while you shared some fun stuff you will be doing O'saa in your own homeland.

As you got to your destination, the two of you went outside the train.

You were leading O'saa to your home, which will propably take time to get there.

"My parents always wanted to meet a Mage, i think they will accept you." You said with a smile on your face. "Do they? How...odd. Its not everyday that someone wanted to meet a mage." O'saa thought out loud.

[Timeskip since im lazy to write more.]

O'saa had met your parents. They were friendly, gave him a spare bedroom and such.

As the next day came by, you, O'saa, and your family decided to go to a water park nearby.

Right after you got there, you quickly changed. You were excited since you loved water parks and their large and cool slides.

You also needed to force O'saa a bit to join you.

You, O'saa, and some of your siblings went into the water first. It was surprisingly warm as you played tags and volleyball on the water with your siblings. O'saa just watched, his arms crossed.

"Hey, join us, we were about to test every slides." You called out, slowly swimming towards O'saa. "Im not really a fan of slides.." O'saa replied, looking at your siblings who were running to the water slides, then at you. "Oh come on! Don't be like that. I promise it will be fun!" You began to pull O'saa with you, which you can see in the corner of your eyes, that he was chuckling quietly to himself.

Soon enough, O'saa found himself sliding down the slides with you, which was...quite fun for him.

You having some playful fights with your siblings on the water, eating ice cream or some food by a stand nearby, etc.

It was very fun, even for O'saa who slowly lightened up.

It slowly went dark, so, you, your family, and O'saa decided to get dressed.

"It was a fun day wasn't it?" You asked, nudging O'saa as you all walked back to your parents house. "I guess you can say that." O'saa answered, taking your hand in his.

Maybe with him was something you always wanted....

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This might be the end of the O'saa x GN oldfriend reader lol.

I am lazy but who knows if i will do a part 4.

But yeah, have a good day.

[thetechypurpletwin]

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I decided to make this blog because I wanted my own place separate from our host account to just do my own little thing. Decided to organize some stuff just in case with tags:

ALTERS:

While I may be the sole owner of this blog, there are three other alters who are in our system as well, Mikey, Leo and Raph! They're too lazy to make a blog for themselves. There are other alters as well and you may see them from time to time but this is mostly turtle blog.

I am still the “main owner” of this blog though so let’s start with me!

#donnie txt: all posts that feature me, Donnie, speaking

Donnie Info: any pronouns, bisexual/demiromantic

A tech genius who spends way too much time online and needs reminders on stuff like eating and sleeping. Favorite game is ace attorney but keeps on forgetting to play it

Nicknames: Cosmos, Don, DonTron

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Mikey Info: he/she, pansexual

Artist who is a shining light in this world. May or may not be slightly unhinged. Favorite game is Splatoon.

(author note: wtf I can hear him giggling im scared)

Nicknames: micheal, angelo, annoying little shit /j

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Leo Info: @theprettybluetwin he/they, gay (hehe that rhymes)

the man, the myth, the legend and is also bald. wears a bow with long tails cause he’s just that cool

nicknames: fizzy, nardo, leon, neonleon

(Donnie note: Leo’s a bit of a gacha addict so ask him about project seki or Honkai star rail or CRK they’ll be happy to answer)

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I’m finally here so I can put my own description: hi i’m raph and i like cute things like my melody :) i love wearing bows and obviously my fav color is red :D I don’t front as much as the others but i’m still here watchin

OTHER TAGS:

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#arc: crystallized: :) (TBD)

And more to be determined(?)!

BOUNDARIES:

★We are all under the age of 18, including the body! So please don't send asks or posts asking to date us, even if you are the "same age". Compliments like "you are so pretty/handsome" are welcomed though!

★NO NSFW/T//EST

★No venting in ask boxes please! I don't mind giving comfort to my close friends but if I don't know you its extremely uncomfortable :c

★ Please refrain from talking about the kraang as much as possible. We’re willing to answer some questions but the memories we have are painful :)

★please don’t ask me about usagi. he seems like a pretty cool dude but I’ve never known him. that also goes for any other characters that get shipped with my brothers, none of us remember dating anyone

If we want to add any boundaries in the future, I will do my best to edit this post!

And yes, I was inspired by other rottmnt ask blogs but I do not wish to copy off of them! Like I said, we just want to be able to interact through the world feeling like ourselves, and if you say our personalities are fake or copied it will make us feel sad :c

[oh-cawsh]

9 people to get to know better

thanks for tagging me @ghostradiodylan !!

1. Three ships: Rylan my beloved they do no wrong. theyre the epitome of awkward bashful and honest gay summer teen romance with the perfect contrasting note of horrific life threatening monsters which is unsurpassable genre peak. and yeah ngl its pretty rare that i get behind a ship but two others i can think of are amity/luz from the owl house (but mostly in season 1 because they do cute anxious crushing stuff and after that they just kind of turn into supportive gf A and supportive gf B), and legosi/louis from beastars because how do you just gloss over neurotic homophobe slut ptsd theatre twink x weird brooding puritan loser freudian pervert and the fact that it does WORK too like hello

2. First ever ship: i wanna say gregg and angus from night in the woods?? i remember i was in that weird sexual orientation puberty where you literally know you're gay but it's not like a consciously meaningful part of your identity so i remember seeing them and thinking wow that's cool that they're boyfriends i guess idk. also i'm inexorably drawn to their existence for some reason and my lockscreen is them cuddling with the lazy morning light peeking through the curtains

3. Last song: My Kink is Karma - Chappell Roan, im a sucker for moody electronic pop and that album DELIVERS

4. Last film: i watched the first three movies in a pirates of the caribbean marathon with some friends which ngl after the first one feels like trying to suck sugar water out of a sock 😶 the last film i personally chose to watch was the 1976 Carrie! it was nice being able to watch it and appreciate it as an adult with an education and not a teen recluse going "yeah carrie you show those villain highschoolers what's what"

5. Currently (re)reading: Shakespeare's Twelfth Night! i have my old copy from highschool open next to me and the 2012 shakespeare's globe production up and i just sit and sift between watching and reading and analysing it, just like when i first learned it in class. i'm not really sure why i wanted to reread it again in the first place, but i find it kind of soothing to read older texts where the language and culture's a little ways off from its modern successors. i find it calming to kind of pull those stories back in a way we can understand with its old contexts and writing, and see more and more of that timeless human experience shine through. sudoku for english nerds i guess LOL

6. Currently watching: my watcher's stamina has actually gotten so shit im ngl like i actually haven't watched a show in months 😭😭😭 the last show i watched was bluey (which was pretty good! (and pretty indicative of the kind of attention span ive got these days 😂👌))

7. Currently consuming: this horrible like nutraloaf nightmare bowl i made because my appetite was really poor today and at 5 pm or so i was like ugh well id better eat something quick and dense if im not gonna have a proper meal so i insulted God and put together reheated smashed potato (in the microwave so they lost all their crunch and flavour) + dried roasted edamame beans + peanut butter + regular butter + cheddar + yoghurt + whole salted almonds in a bowl and had a slice of walnut fig cake as a side. that thing needed a censor bar like i was in the trenches trying to get that down im ngl. eating that meal took more energy out of me than what it gave back like i knew i made something unholy and then immediately paid for it like it was so frankenstein and his monster right there on that kitchen counter

8. Currently craving: literally anything after that like god damn 😭😭😭😭😭 otherwise ive been hankering for a good chana masala and naan combo cus there's literally never a day where i'll turn south asian cuisine down like aw man i shouldve just gone out and got some of that to eat today ugh god damn it

also im ngl i don't really know who to tag cus i only started having a presence on tumblr like barely a month ago and ive only meaningfully interacted with like 3 people since then so um!! whoever's out there lurking around on my blog if ya wanna participate feel free! and either way, thanks for readin my ramblings regardless :)

[yakool-foolio]

idk if youd like a random anon ranting abouf stuff in your inbox but m yeah

its intriguing to me how just every ship with yomi will absolutely be a toxic one hes the "human" embodiment of toxic oozepair him with anyone and theyre in the trenches of abuse or any of his toxic antics in the matter its just so weird and fucked up but it still doesnt not interest me

since i like vivia but hate yomi but am intruiged by him my brain made a weird concoction

vivia and yomi dating yet absolutely hating eachother vivia just deals with his shit because idk ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh just a big what if what if fav x absolute worst character i hate that guy but oh well

im not sure if people would think of me the same if i told this to them so im saying this anonymously to a random person on tumblr

would like to hear your thoughts

From one rambler to another, I implore you to rant to your heart's content! It's like a mutual exchange of brainrot; you rant to me and I rant back!

Yomi is the go-to for all your unhealthy relationship needs. I'm all for the idea of Yomi n Yakou being bitter exes and Yomi n Hitman Zilch/Aide being a doomed couple cause they're just so interesting to talk about. Not to mention Martina being fit into the whole mess that is Yomi's radioactive relationships with any person in his vicinity. Yomi fuckin REEKS but man if he doesn't provide some of the most intriguing dynamics. There isn't a day where I don't look at Yomi n Aide and go 'is this allowed???' while also wishing them the best in their evil gay endeavors.

Shipping a favorite character with a least favorite definitely provides some comical results most of the time, but there's always something to glean from mashing them together. Vivia and Yomi wouldn't be able to stand each other, but I actually don't think Vivia would be too lazy as to not get himself tf outta there. It would take some time, sure, but the ghostly detective despises pain, one thing I'm certain Yomi hands out tenfold. The need to escape derives from the hatred of the harm, whether physical or mental, inflicted upon him. Vivia may have a distorted perception of love, but he's not foolish enough to surrender himself to the type of pain that doesn't remind him of the bitter past and his innocence. He's smart, he knows what's up. He wrapped himself up in the chemical explosion that is Yomi, but he'll find his way out of it. If the NDA were to ever find out about their relationship, hoo boy would Yomi be dogpiled on sight by the detectives. You mess with one of them, you get the found family tag team takedown.

[officeobject]

I was basically busy with a final college essay that’s why I didn’t post for a full day. Either way I appreciate your concerns Darlen (I hope I spelt it right, also I’m too lazy to dig for your reblog so im responding via your ask inbox).

JESUS CHRIST, JUMPSCARE - anyways, I thought you wouldn't respond. But yeah, I get irrationally concerned over others for some reason - it really sucks, and you won't BELIEVE, it, but, like, the next day, this one window-friend of mine put their blinds down so now I can't see them - and like, at this point, it's the second day of blinds or something, expect them to be all back on Monday or the day afterwards (they don't stay upset for too long) - but like, come on - but I'm not as concerned and upset as all the OTHER last times (in relation to them), because, like, it happens, that they just spend a few days not looking at me and then get back as if nothing ever happened for whatever reason - doesn't happen often, but happens suddenly, and I don't like it of course, and man it was an unfortunate timing, but then again, with some people, I happen to have, like, really weird coincidences - (like let me tell ya, I once half-joked that my Hellaverse critical squish should like a post of mine soo because that squish likes posts of mine within, like, 4 days or something, and then like 38 minutes later got a like ... ON A POST THAT DIDN'T EVEN HAVE HELLAVERSE CRITICAL TAGS AND MERELY MENTIONED THE COMMUNITY - or when I talked to someone and considered quitting and then got a comment about something unrelated from my squish - or the amounts of times I've posted something and then turns out my squish posted about that thing at the same time or earlier so now I just looked like I didn't just happen to get the idea - or the time my Hellaverse critical squish accidentally implied liking me back - like I actually have a compilation back at my vent place - little thing, you know - used to actually get at least once per week a comment, but oh well - and like, it's not like I'm FRIENDS with my squish, might as well get over it - hurts, squish is nice person, but it is what it is - also, I am surprised you know my name - like, did you remember it? How do you know it?

At first my reaction was like: 🙂 Yay, you remembered it!

And then it was like: ... 😐 what ELSE do you remember?

But yeah, you spelled it right, and that's my internet name and stuff. Also, good luck with college - seriously, good luck, it's probably really tough and you might not get a degree and always have a chance of constant failure - or maybe that's just MY odds!

I'm also actually that person who cares too much and all - most people don't like it and I don't like it either, but I'm glad YOU like it - I just hadn't seen you not post for an entire day before - but like, I could NEVER, I would've ended up posting and then realizing I'm like 15 minutes behind ... on eating breakfast on my way to turn the essay in I then hadn't made and then I would write it quickly and then I wouldn't completely fail I'd just have the lowest grade because I'm ACTUALLY good at, like, writing or something, but like I'm not good at biology ... or social interaction ...

I actually once wrote this story, and like, I kinda wish no one reads it, but also, I wanna show it to SOMEONE, because, like, once - it was a long time ago (at least MENTALLY), this one assignment had these rules and all, which included writing about something evil, and at first I was just panicking and maybe crying, but THEN, I found a way to have fun with it! SO, I wrote it about some bigoted teenage boy who was trying to kill a character called "your mom" and I of course added in some fancy words and good grammar and then proceeded to be told that I shouldn't write that if anyone who doesn't know me was supposed to judge - the moral of that story was that you're NOT supposed to be evil just because you're bored and don't know what you wanna do after high school and just because you're a teenager and stuff. Like I SOMEHOW got told it had too much evil - and yes there was shocking stuff and humor and whatnot.

Also I somehow never grew out of fictional murder shock-stories with absurd humor ... and yet I STILL don't like the Hellaverse for that and how it portrays it! I don't know, maybe it's because I mix, like, psychology, or relatable things (like that teenager not knowing what he wanted to do with his life and hating peers and feeling different from other people), and whatnot - either way, feel free to take inspiration - well not that you can find any of my stories on Tumblr, but like, feel free to write something weird if you need to and then get free psychologist for being very creative and quirky or something (I don't know what would've happened if strangers actually read that, but uhm, yeah, I was NOT supposed to submit that kind of stuff again) - also I'm like, literally writing a story nowadays (not murder but drama), which includes OCs based on Hellaverse characters (they haven't appeared yet so I haven't fully fleshed them out yet - like, for me, I don't even decide what happens, stuff just happens - I'm not even a writer I just have no other thing I can do about my characters I guess) - and also the one based on Alastor - like, I didn't WANT to base him on my Hellaverse critical squish, and I didn't, but I guess I got like, no ideas, so then I proceeded to make him best known for being a critic (that's not his job or anything though) and also maybe some other thing, and hey, what's wrong with that? Well, me remembering yet again that I don't think my Hellaverse critic likes Alastor ... but whatever, because this isn't Alastor, I guess!

Also my OC, is like, TOTALLY based on how Alastor was in a dream - like, you know, that Angel Dust and Alastor dream - and I forgot to mention it, but that dream is basically my brain roasting me, since Alastor was running away and secretly uncomfortable - like, sure, my Hellaverse critical squish isn't explicitly calling us FRIENDS or anything, but JESUS CHRIST, it's not THAT bad, and I'm ACTUALLY being accepted by my squish, STOP ROASTING ME! Like, my brain sometimes, oh my dog - and I seriously mean it was based on my Hellaverse critical squish, because that's who I decided to think about for comfort before falling asleep, that night (my sleeping issues have just always been, like, that I have to find a new way to sleep almost every night or something - maybe I should go early to bed, maybe it's stress - OR MAYBE IT'S THE FACT THAT YES THE VOID IS REAL, STOP MAKING ME SLEEP ALONE AT NIGHT) -

Anyways, I actually DON'T, expect you to remember (if you even READ - I'm lucky if you even SKIM), these, but I'm still writing as if you WILL, because I just vent or whatever, and also because, like, it's fun, and this is just how I talk to people I guess - and ALSO, if I don't actually wanna vent to someone - like, in general, then there's probably some serious trust-issue thing going on, and maybe for a good reason (I've at times stopped venting in regards to my Hellaverse critical squish due to embarrassment and to distance myself ... and then I guess I forgot because I seriously went back to it at, like, 1 comment on a post of mine) - speaking of distancing, should I re-introduce forcing everyone to call me "captain Darlen" (as in the captain of power so that I have power over everyone - I'm a genius, I know) - so that there's more distance between I and people who don't consider me a friend? Because, like, BACK THEN, one should've only called me "Darlen" if one sees me as a friend ... some people did it out of disrespect, but to be honest, people throw anything at the wall to disrespect me - like I kid you not, my sex-repulsed posic self has been called a virgin, a door, and a carrot ... like, yes I HOPE I'm a virgin, and doors and carrots can have varied personalities - (carrots are cute but they sadly activate my nurturing instincs or whatever they're called) - but yeah, I guess we got to see stressed Doodler16 -

Wait, we actually got to see you writing in MY askbox, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! Also I never wrote in yours, even as an anonymous person, and that's simply because, like, I feel like its a betrayal of who I am as a person or something - I actually don't know why, but hey, if it might be "out of character" (which is a weird feeling to get when this script I have is not even a script, this is genuinely who I am as a person), then I shouldn't do it - oh and it's also secretly to stand out yet create more distance - I create distance with people A LOT, perhaps, but I guess that never quite works - I wonder why it doesn't work, you know? And like people should stop hating on me so much if I'm THAT platonically irresistible - like, look, I'm sorry you - THE GENERAL YOU OH MY GOD - I'm sorry that the general "you", have to deal with it, but like, it's not MY fault - well technically it IS, because I decided to be myself ... and also I'm not saying YOU'RE, like, attracted to me, but like if I'M personal with people it's "too much", and then also people will proceed to not go with my epic subtle and tasteful "you are not my friend" type of things -

Like, as in, building a professional relationship - like, signaling we are ACQUAINTANCES - but then my Hellaverse critic squish will accidentally imply we're friends or something, so, like, I have no idea what God and the world wants from me.

Anyways, good luck in college!

[shiraoyagi]

im too lazy to make another carrd so fuck it. tumblr pinned

[introduction]

hello!! my name is ace, but you can also call me annt. i'm 19 years old and i use she/her pronouns. i'm a cisgender perisex girl and i'm grayromantic and asexual and i'm probably some kind of bi but i have a job rn so i'm not worried about it

i like to write, make vocal synth covers, analyze media, play video games, and draw when i don't hate drawing!!

my current interests besides project sekai are vocaloid, ace attorney, hundred line last defense academy, chainsaw man, mouthwashing, and a lot more!

[boundaries]

it's okay to follow me/like my posts, but please don't add tags, comments, or replies to my posts if:

> you are a proshipper/darkshipper/whatever the hell its called, or more specifically, you believe fiction doesn't affect reality. and yes, i Do think violent video games and movies affect reality before you pull out that argument :)

> you sexualize fictional minors/prsk cast specifically.

if you DO age them up, and the characters actually act like adults and look like adults, and an explicit sex scene is somehow relevant to the plot of your fic or whatever, then idgaf. you can actually interact with my posts.

if you "age them up" and they're exactly the same but slightly taller, no, you didn't, and please don't talk to me then !!!!

please don't follow or like my posts at all if:

> you are any form of bigoted. self explanatory

> you're a pedophile or a zoophile. self explanatory once again

> you write/draw rpf (real person fiction) nsfw

> unethical gen ai users (so ai art, ai writing, etc.)

> you are a lolicon or a shotacon

if you don't fall under either of these categories:

> please interact with me! if you want ig

unless if you're like 15 or something

[additional notes]

> do not fucking put any of my shit (especially my writing) into chatgpt or any ai website or software or whatever.

> i don't like toukasa (as a ship) whatsoever but i don't consider it a proship even if i think it's lame. toukasa shippers you can interact you're just on thin ice and i may block if i don't like ur stuff (case by case situation)

> while you could fall under an interactable category of this post, i might still block you. here's why i might block you:

> bad lgbtq discourse opinions

> you have opinions on media i disagree with

> you posted one meme i considered out of character for an shiraishi or something dumb like that

> your content makes me uncomfortable

> personal history of some kind???

> whatever reason i want

> i don't know i don't remember most of the time. please don't ask me.

[cannicullistic]

lets talk for a second.

hi. i know you don't know me. no one does, to be fair. i barely know myself! not he point. anyway, i just wanted your attention to talk about and mention something for a moment, if you will. im kinda not good with tumblr, so please bare with, but basically..

how the fuck do ppl make friends? what is this fucking sorcery.

dude i've been alive on this planet 23 years and not made a singular long lasting friendship or mutualism. MAYBE the only person i've been able to stay around long is an ex, but that was a wild fucking ride and im 99% sure they only stick around me because of our lore together and their hope complex. no ill faith towards them, just i genuinely don't fucking know anymore.

i overshare and traumadump on people, i am constantly making a fool of myself and sharing information that doesn't relate really to the topic. like okay for example i made a reference/joke to carlbot on discord being after me bc i forgot how to disabled reminders for a reminder i had set NEARLY 3 YEARS AGO for a medication. it wasn't even on topic to my fucking conversation but i was like 'oh yeah i have a thing that's been going on and reminding me' and i don't even. know man.

im just a fucking lowlife with no motivation to grasp at, with too many disorders that cause my neurodivergent ass to be dysregulated just by someone LOOKING AT ME WRONG. i can't make friends because i have BPD and perceive relationships the wrong and twisted way. i don't understand how non cluster b and bpd individuals do it. how the fuck do you not get burnt out from talking to 1 person all the time but form an fp on them? how the fuck do you regulate when they're upset with you. do you just. 'it is what it is'? and move on and block them? what the fuck do i do dawg.

im at my limit. im at my fucking end with this. the people i know Now who i want to be 'friends' with probably see me as an annoyance, a freak, a god damn lazy idiot who is chronically online and delusional. i don't blame them. and yes i have a therapist and speak to professionals and take medicine. i think i need some fucking antipsychotics though like GENUINELY cause my delusional ass is. hoo boy.

anyway uhm.

rant over haha. might delete this later.

not tagging.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey love! if you're still accepting requests, could I get an extremely wild, rough and feral nsfw Daemon x wife fem!reader please? (feel free to ignore and sorry if the request is weird, but I'm thirsty for this handsome fictional man who unfortunately doesn't exist)

Frost Bite

Daemon Targayen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were travelling back to home soil in anticipation of your wolf's heat cycle. Besides the fact that you could not stand the sound of your prince husband's breathing and the fact you were certain he would perish in the cold, there was one more reason why you did not want him to join you: the fact the heat was affecting you too.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Basically PWP, 5k+ SMUT T_T (non-con [daemon touches her while she's asleep], virgin!reader, she cries for various reasons, fingering, choking, biting, degradation kink, corruption kink, spitting, marking, edging, oral [fem receiving], breeding kink, cream pie), RIP feminism, opens with a wet dream, brief mentions of near death experience in a snow storm, dark!daemon (but imo its just canon daemon) fem!reader, wife!Reader, soft!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: YEAH MINORS DNI. LOL SO I was planning to write this for my part 2 of my Stark!Reader, but i got lazy and didn't want to create a whole plot leading up to the smut, so i removed it all together, which I guess worked out swell for you nonnie, since I was planning something absolutely unhinged. I hope you liked that fic of mine since you're basically getting a p3 of it So here's part 1, here's part 2, but you don't need to read any of them to understand, but i suggest you do for background cos lol this is PWP T_T Next part ig but its a blurb "✨Magic✨" OMG NEXT PART BUT ITS NOT A BLURB "Moon Cycle" Also nonnie, i wanted to tell you albeit asking for smut is pretty awkward HAHAHAH you gotta process these feelings somehow you know. i mean, we could have been criminals, like Daemon, instead but we're not, and that's what matters (unless you are a criminal in which case im closing my eyes) this gif of him is so large on pc but idc he's so hot MATT I WANT YOU SO BAD FUCK OFF if someone snitches to big brother again like in In Your Defense /: Idk if you want to be, but I'm tagging everyone I tagged in the previous fic, as well as the others that commented there SO HI THIS IS SMUT YOU CAN GO IF YOU WANT LOL HAHHAH @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda @moonmaiden1996 @thatmysteriousblog

I caught him. I caught him doing the very thing I dreaded to catch him do. The one thing I accused him of doing every night, though in my heart of hearts I wished he did not... not that I would ever admit it to his face. Because why would I? Admitting it would mean- "You want me," Daemon heaved against the neck of the woman beneath him. He cranes his neck up as he thrust into her, smirking, eyes dark, "you want this to be you," he pants as he stares at me, "don't you?" I am in my place, frozen, watching and hearing the woman come undone underneath my husband who kisses her tenderly. "Daemon," I whimper helplessly, teary eyed, "Daemon please." "Fuck off."

I jolt awake, sweat sheening my neck and chest. I turn to my bed, empty, because though Daemon insisted we sleep together and I could not fight him in his decision, he did not return to me until nigh dawn.

I wipe my face as I recall my intensifying dreams.

It seems my travels up North would come quicker than anticipated.

And as much as I wanted to tell him I told you so, oh to all the gods, how badly he deserved it, there was no time for me to gloat when Daemon did the very thing I warned him not to, fall into the icy river.

It was instantaneous. The cracking of the ice, the splashing of water, the scream that escaped me. Maybe I should have left him in the cave we kept Caraxes, who he insisted on bringing. But then again he would have insisted on joining me to the cabin, the way he insisted on joining me here up North in the first place.

And now I had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

It was sheer miracle that I got him out of the river without falling into it myself, sheer stupidity of me to rid him of his coat and offer him mine when the blistering snow storm was not relenting, and quite clearly the sheer will of the gods that both of us made it to the cabin... barely.

The moment we walked in, I shut the door and scrambled towards the fireplace. As my fingers shivered, I thought of Havoc, and how at least I know she would find mine and Daemon's corpses if ever we do not make it. I had sent her away when the storm came out of nowhere because we had to find cover for Caraxes, and she would not have been any of help to us if she were here with us anyway.

My poor pup. She would be heartbroken if she saw me frozen. And Caraxes...

I curse the flint, I curse the cold, I curse the gods, and I curse Daemon for every time I failed to light a fire. I thanked the Stranger for finally allowing me the mercy of my eventual success.

Once the fire was burning steady, I get on my feet and run to Daemon, hauling him over to the fire roughly in haste where he helpelessly kneels in front of. He could do nothing but shiver as I scramble to get some dry clothes and sheets for the both of us.

I yank him closer to the fire and begin to undress him.

Seeing as he is nothing but docile to my actions and how his skin was turning grey, I began to grow frantic, "you cannot fucking die, you prick!"

I rip his top off and quickly clothe him, "I did not go through all the trouble of marrying you for nothing. I refuse to be forced into another marriage because your stupid ass froze to death."

Daemon's shudder comes out in a thick condensation.

"Fuck," I whimper, as I struggle to get him out of his boots and breeches.

I shrivel up at the feel of his frozen fingers then brush against my arm and I shake my head rapidly, realizing there was no choice. The only way I can warm him quickly enough is if I share my own.

I strip him naked, pulling off the shirt I struggled to put on him as well, then wrap him in a fur blanket in the meantime. I then take off my own clothes and hiss at the nipping cold.

The fact Daemon does not even look at my naked form strikes a chord in me.

I straighten him up and fix the blankets on his legs and thighs before I sit on his lap. I press my bare chest against his and whimper at his dangerously concerning coldness.

He shivers against me as his face rests helplessly on my shoulder. His breath that hits my skin is not even hot.

"Remember, you're too fucking stubborn to die," I say as I wrap my legs around his torso and graciously place his fingers beneath my bottom.

His lack of warmth literally brings tears to my eyes.

I reach out for the other blanket and wrap it over myself, consequently Daemon, before I wrap my arms around him and breathe hotly against his face.

I rub his back, "will you allow irony to take you? The hot blooded prince defeated by the cold?"

He releases a shiver and moves his head. He mutters something, but his quaking body does not allow me to make sense of it.

"Do not waste your energy," I chide.

And so for a long moment, we stay like this, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing each other's heat. I do my best to warm him. I even nuzzle against him, the way Havoc did me, just so I could warm his stupid face.

Daemon finally finds it in him to lean against my touch, and when he does, he mutters under his breath, "irony-" shudder, "-would be if the- N-Northern princ-ces-s-ss died in the cold."

My face contorts and yet I cannot help but chuckle at him, glad he can sputter his nonsense again, "then I should make Caraxes burn you for your stupidity."

I shiver when I feel his icy lips kiss my neck. Goosebumps form on my skin when I feel the hot breath that follows. My hands rake up to his nape, where I then dig my fingers as I pull away.

"N-n-nno!" he stutters, hands coming around my hips to brace me tightly, "I ss-swear I'm not warm yet-t-t."

I pull back again though to face him when I said, "I only wanted to tell you," I lean my forehead against his face, "I fucking told you so, you stupid idiot."

I rest my face on his shoulder and close my eyes, knowing I would not be off him any time soon.

I dream about him. I dream about kissing his shivers away. I dream about pulling the fur blanket that separated our legs away, and riding him until he was warm.

I dream about how good he feels, and how he burns inside me. I dream about calling his name, unlike how I did in my other dreams. I was no longer calling out in betrayal, I was calling out in pleasure.

Daemon.

Daemon.

"Daemon," I trail off in a groan, willing my heavy eyelids open. I feel pressure building up inside me before I understand what's happening.

I not know how, but I am laid on a bed, head on a pillow, form still naked. Daemon is sat up beside me, peering down at me and his hands.

I whine.

His fingers-

"Oh fucking hell," he groans as his other hand begins to knead at my breasts, "you feels so good wrapped around my fingers, I-"

I cut him off with my squeak, hands flying to his arm, thighs closing shut, squeezing this hand in between my thighs.

"Daemon," the dazed quality of my voice is gone.

He tilts his head, face twisting, a challenge.

When I struggle and wrangle against him, all it takes is his hand on my throat to make me go still. I barely manage a choke and my breath continues to leave me as his fingers quicken their pace inside me.

He only releases me after I shake and shudder when I come.

It is overwhelming and nothing at all like I have dreamed or imagined, unlike all the times I've touched myself in secret. It was intense but there was a shame tied to it.

My entire body is hot and tears prick my eyes at his relentless ministrations.

"You were too fucking ready for that," Daemon mutters dryly as he quickly pulls away and shifts in his spot, "how long have you imagined fucking me, hmm?"

Before I even have the brain to do something, he crawls down the bed, "was it when you caught me touching myself to you?" He sinks down, grabbing my legs, "or have you done it before and withheld me of your sweet cunt for no fucking reason?"

All at once, he brings his face between my legs and begins to lick all the slickness off my pulsing core.

"DAEMON!" I scream, pressing my thighs close as I push myself up on my elbows, trying to break free of him.

He ignores me and forces my legs open even as I kick them in protest, "you will not deny me something you so clearly want yourself."

He grunts and pushes my legs down before grabbing my hands that were shoving him away, "you fucking bitch," he grips me tightly, "you will not find it in yourself to fight me off once I make a whore out of you."

I growl at his words, feeling my stomach drop along with my tears because of it.

I was realizing just how strong he really was, and how in moments where our arguments got a bit physical, he has probably holding back. The revelation of this does not cease my attempts at freeing myself, but it is as pointless as I feared.

Daemon rises up from his spot, nearing me, up until he is breathing against my cheek and rubbing his hardened length against my wetness.

I turn away from him, unable to really do anything else and shudder as he speaks, "you said it yourself, you did not go through all this trouble marrying me for nothing."

I screw my eyes shut, feeling tears fall, "Daemon."

He shushes me, pulling my arms up above my head, "you should not worry. I refuse to die now that I know of your lust."

I whimper as he rolls his hips against me, "still, the idea of someone claiming you- fuck-" he groans gutturally, "had I died..." he trails of in another groan, "someone else would have gotten my prize and it would have been all be your fault."

Daemon squeezes my wrist in one hand then grabs my jaw, forcing me to turn to him. I keep my eyes shut though as he heaves hotly, "I should utterly ruin every part of you so you can never have anyone but me. Though make no mistake, I would never let that happen as I so fucking breathe."

"Hypocrite," I scoff.

He laughs and I tense at the feeling of his vibrations, "she speaks."

I dare to look at him as I pant, "you do not desire me. You're just a spoiled brat who merely wants to wet his cock, just like how you do every night."

"Oh," he groans, "is this jealousy I hear?" He squeezes my cheeks, "is my pretty whore jealous that she is not the only one?"

"Fuck you!" I manage out though muffled.

Daemon laughs at the feel of tears rushing down his fingers, "do not cry, foolish wife. I'll have you know I have not wet my cock ever since I called out your name when I fucked someone else before our wedding day."

He releases my face. I attempt to even out my breath.

"I hadn't even realized until she asked me who-"

"And you think you deserve an award for that?!" I quip through my heavy breathing.

He lets out a laugh that makes me whimper, "I think you ought to know that mine own want for you has made everyone else undesirable," he licks my cheek, making me pull my head away from him, "I have been so pent up in want and for what? Because you're too bull headed to allow me anything other than my lonely hand?"

I try to wrangle out of his grip again, and he presses his whole body on me in response, "it's quite adorable that you still have it in you act like you didn't just call my name out loud while you dreamt of fucking me."

He rubs his nose against my jaw, "you wanna know how I know?"

"Fuck off-"

"You were rutting against me like a hussy," he sighs, "by the gods, had I known you were so wanton at night, I would have never granted you the insult of sleeping alone."

I could feel myself burn hotter with each word that leaves his lips despite myself. I did not want him to catch me like this, but there was no use; I was already caught.

As Daemon rocks his hips on mine, he hisses, undoubtedly feeling how much wetter I had gotten was beneath him.

"Fuck," he trails off, "here's what going to happen," he whispers, rutting against me rougher.

I cannot for the life of me withhold my whimper.

He chuckles as he presses his face against mine, "I'm going to make you come with my tongue and then I'm going to fuck you until you cry."

"Daemon, please stop-"

"Your heartbeat against my cock and how fucking wet you are disagrees with your protest, little liar," he croons. He lifts his head, then leans his forehead against mine, "don't worry, my little virgin, you will not cry because it hurts, you will cry because you'll want it so bad that it hurts."

"Daemon-"

"You will not refuse me," he whispers, though it is anything but sweet, "not when there is not a sliver of doubt in my mind that you want this too."

He brings his hands to my neck again and I wait for his grip to tighten, but it does not, "now say it."

I look up at him as my breathing quickens.

"Yield," he commands, breathing heavily all of a sudden.

I look up at him feeling my belly swirl in ways I could not ever explain.

"Admit to both our ears that you burn for me just as I have been fucking burning for you."

I yelp when he puts pressure on my throat then releases it.

"Say it," he barks.

"I-"

"Say you want me," he says softer this time.

I am disarmed by his quick change in tone and a shiver leaves me as the cold finds its way to my belly as he pulls away. Daemon releases my hands then begins to crawl down. His eyes are fixed on my as he mutters once more, "say it."

I shudder as he presses my thighs against his cheeks then whispers, almost begging, "say it."

I turn away from him and close my eyes, awaiting his next actions, for it was not like I could stop him if I refuse.

"Say it," he urges louder, "you know you want to."

I clench my jaw, "just do what you want and be done with it."

He growls, and goosebumps form on my skin when I feel him bite at the inner most part of my thigh. I grip at the sheets at the feel of teeth and tongue. I bite my lips tightly to keep myself from making any noise.

"I should, shouldn't I?" Daemon mutters.

I yelp and look down at him when his finger strokes my core.

His eyes are dark as he airily chuckles at my reaction, "after all I have given you my name, my Targaryen queen. You are no longer your own, you are forever mine."

I watch him as he lifts his head up and kisses my sopping heat. I flinch when he nips at me, drawing my nub out with his teeth. He lifts his head as he releases my flesh. His chin is glistening with my slick as he says, "I want you."

My breath leaves me when he says this.

"And I know you want me too, but I have to-- I need you to say it." He repositions himself in my thighs, "you are after all married to maniac," he breathes against me, "now, say it."

He shakes my thighs, "SAY IT!"

"I want you," I snap, "Daemon, I-" a loud cry rips out of me before I can even continue.

The sound of him lapping his tongue on me, eating me out as if I was his final meal, was somehow louder than my cries. I cannot help but so violently react to him as he devours me. He forces me still in his grip and fights off the movement of my thighs with his face.

It seems as though my admittance has reduced me into nothing but needy sounds.

Without another thought, my hands reach down at him and dig into his silver hair. I arch my back and pull at him when his tongue flicks into me.

"Fucking slut," he mutters, squeezing my thighs as he pulls me apart.

I scream out his name as he digs his face deeper into me. I lift my head up when he pulls away to laugh, "look at you, rutting against me like the needy whore you are."

I don't have time to find offence in his words because I still, not even realizing I was in fact moving my hips against him. He laughs as he continues his work, leaving me no time to feel embarrassment and only hot pleasure.

He is fucking good at what he does. He's so fucking good that my mind wanders where it should not. How much practice has he gotten to be this good? It is precisely because of this that I finally break, "all for you, Daemon," I grab his cheeks, "all for you-- all mine."

I do not see how his eyes dart up to me for I then throw my head back and whine. I feel myself come close to my undoing, "fuck, Daemon, don't stop."

I shriek when I bites me.

Just as I am inching so close, all at once, he pulls away from me.

I pant and stiffen as I hear and feel him spit on me. Much like all other moments, I do not have time to react. When I turn to him, he grabs my legs and shoves me to my side.

I begin to panic when he rises to his knees.

"I'll be fucking damned if I don't make you come on my cock right now," he grunts, making my eyes drop down to the very thing, erect, hard, and angry.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he blurts, though he doesn't give me much of a chance to as he drags me up into the position he wants me by my hips.

I haven't even propped myself up on my arms yet when he unceremoniously begins to pound into me.

I am certain if anyone could hear us in the middle of this storm, they would think I was mad, or worse, being tortured.

"I'm going to breed that prurient wolf in you, just as I'm sure your wolf, Havoc, is being bred right now."

I growl at the idea and feel my belly tighten at his words.

Daemon groans before he chuckles, "that's it, isn't it?"

His relentless thrusts begin to grow sloppy. Suddenly, he yanks me by my hair and lifts me up. His other hand slaps to my throat to offer painful support as he pulls me up against him.

I choke on my spit when my form presses against him with difficulty. He sinks down on his knees, my core wrapped around his length as he shifts me in a snug position atop him.

His hands make their way to my breasts to roughly grope them. His teeth sink down on my shoulder.

I release a wild sound as my own hands come on top of his. I am left moaning at how his mouth sinks into my skin.

Daemon makes sure to suck hard before pulling away. For a moment he catches his breath before speaking, "you did not want me here because you are affected by your wolf's heat, aren't you."

The way I begin to slowly bounce on top of him is enough of an answer to him.

He laughs as his hands depart from my tender breasts, one going down to my sensitive nub, the other sealing my throat again, "you are a fucking selfish bitch for keeping your cunt from me."

My breathing becomes arduous when he tightens his grip around me.

"You would have preferred to touch yourself to the thought of me?" he questions as he rubs on my sensitive nub.

"Daemon," I gasp, pushing my head back as his lips latch on my neck again.

He ceases the moment of his fingers as he finishes grazing on my skin. "Yes, my pretty whore?" he mutters in between his kisses, "what do you want, hmm?"

My breathing strains when his hand tightens around my throat more. I catch my breath when he releases his grip to push my hair off to the side, "tell me what you want me to do to you."

I call out his name. He calls out mine.

I find myself grabbing his hands as I moan out, "I want you to fuck me."

Without another word, I am thrown down to the bed. The only reason I'm still on him is because of his hands that latch on my hips.

I am nothing against his strength. He handles me like a ragdoll, fucking me with absolutely no regard and nothing else in mind.

I make sounds that mean nothing. His name is polluted by my whimpers and cries that you cannot make head or tail of.

I would not last any longer with how he was handling me, even if I wanted to, even if I tried.

"That's it my easy bitch," he pants, "come around me like the needy whore you are."

"Daemon-"

"Your eager cunt will take my seed well when I fill you up," his one hand leaves my hip and rips my head back by my hair again, "don't you think, pretty wife?"

"Yes," I reply without thinking, "yes, yes, yes, yes-"

"And you will give me your pups," he mutters, "bare my dragons, like a dutiful wife will you not?"

My only response is my body breaking orgasm. I shiver beneath him, falling powerless as I scream his name and crumble, absolutely boneless.

Daemon lets out a string of curses as he milks out my reaction for all he's got.

He does not waver once bit and it maddeningly delicious.

My voice hikes up when I feel him release inside me not too late after.

"Fucking come slut," he barks as he snaps his hips in me, "take it all just like that."

I bury my screams in the cushions he presses on, unrelenting. When he finally does grow sloppy, I take a moment to catch my breath and relish the feel of him.

I whimper when he pulls away and slaps my ass.

"The absolute mess you've made of yourself," he coos, as he rubs the skin he slapped.

I can feel myself leaking, I can feel it all over my legs, on the sheets, and I could practically feel his pleased smile as he watches the lewd display. I could not bring myself to care at all though, not when my legs begin to fall.

I squeak when Daemon rearranges me on the bed. He is not at all as rough as he was with me a while ago, but his strength and my lack thereof does not really allow him to be gentle.

He falls onto the side of the bed next to me and gathers me into his chest. When I roll over to him, I groan at the feeling of my wet thighs pressing together.

"Do not make issue of that," Daemon says as he watches me squirm. He pulls me close to him, arm over my shoulders. His other hand hooks behind my knee, dragging me atop him. I whimper and push my hand on his chest when I feel core empty out on his thigh.

He does not allow me to pull away and I turn to him because of this. Daemon forces me close against him, "are you so haughty over my come that you cannot bare the thought of it-"

"But it's getting everywhere," I start off loudly but end with a whisper.

Daemon's nostrils flare as he shakes his head, "I should sure hope so."

I feel my cheeks burn and so I decide to hide my face in his chest.

His laughter intensifies, and I do not enjoy how my head bounces on his ribcage because of it.

"Oh meekness suits you well, my dear."

I weakly mumble, "fuck off."

His amusement continues as he rubs my arms, "you mean, 'I want you to fuck me, Daemon.' "

"I did not say it like that!" I quip, lifting my head as I turn to him, finally making him cease his stupid laughter. The sight of his stupid smug face still glimmering in slick renders me frozen.

Suddenly I am aware of how cold the room still was.

"Pray tell, how did you say it?" he hums, pushing hair behind my ear.

I furrow my brows and press my cheek on his chest again, admitting lowly, "I didn't say your name at the end."

"My," he draws shapeless figures on my skin, "I'm glad to know the moment is burned in your very being."

"Fuck off," I mutter under my breath, scratching my eye. It dawns onto me that my face was equally as wet as Daemon's. Heat rises up my face again when I realize I really did cry because of how good he felt.

"Don't fret," he sighs, "there is a reason why you should not worry yourself about how your pretty cunt is leaking blood and come. I shall fuc-"

I turn to him in concern and push myself up.

Daemon furrows his brows and shakes his head, "it is normal," he soothes, grabbing my cheek, "or did you just forget your maidenhood was still intact after imagining fucking me?"

I am suddenly aware how real everything was. My husband has finally gotten me to consummate our marriage and all his talk of me bearing his seed could may well come true. My chest begins to constrict as my mind floods with endless scenarios.

"Well, if you start frowning like that, I might actually feel bad," Daemon mutters, lifting himself up on his elbows, "what's wrong?"

I look at his concerned expression and find myself speaking before I realize, "did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" he clarifies quickly.

"That you want me," I quip just as fast.

He stares at me for a moment, as if he was taken aback or measuring the truthfulness in my voice. When a prolonged moment passes between us, he realizes I was serious.

"Fuck," he drops his head back, "it must be exhausting to be a woman with your overthinking."

"Well, pardon me for not-"

"You are pardoned," he blurts, making me whimper when he suddenly flips us over.

I am beneath him again. He does nothing but press his weight on me, but I struggle beneath him, not enjoying the idea of remaining in an uncomfortable position.

He misreads my intentions and hinders me from moving, as he wraps his arms around me, "I just told I want you, that I burn for you, that I want you to mother my children. Do you honestly think I am one to say that to anyone?"

I gulp as he shifts to nestle his face in the crook of my neck, "I..." he breathes against my skin. He does not continue as he opts to kiss my neck instead.

When I move to wrap my own arms around him, he speaks again, "I am at your mercy. You saved me from freezing to death when you could have easily decided to rid of me."

I press my cheek against him and begin to comb through the long hair on his back, "I was serious about my distaste to remarry."

"Well, you will not," he quickly retorts, "you will have me until the end."

I bring my legs around him as I release a sigh, "consider me overjoyed by the thought."

He chuckles as he shifts, "you do not sound-"

"I did not want to admit it," I cut him off, "but I think I..." I turn to him as he lifts his head, "I think I... care for you, Daemon... I-"

"Love you," he finishes, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

And for the first time since our nuptials, he kisses me. He kisses me not because he has to, not for the sake of showing everyone present, but because he wanted to, for the sake of showing me.

He is nothing but warmth, nothing but fire, nothing but him. Daemon is not sweet, but in this moment he put even honey to shame.

He begins to stir on top me, though he makes sure his lips do not leave mine. It is because of my moan that we are broken apart, the moan that leaves me when I feel him slip inside me.

"Daemon-"

"You know how I fuck," he sighs, rubbing his nose against mine, "but now we'll both know how I make love."

[one-strugling-bean]

Random thoughts on HTTYD RttE S4 (Ep1-7)

Halfway through RttE, wohoo

No time to waste, we're back into the thick of it

Snotlout has been having a very tired bitch face on constantly these last few episodes, hasn't he?

She's trusting them too easily, and this comes from someone who knows the Riders mean no harm

Mala gives me vibes of what future Astrid could be like

Yay for accidental save? And people say Viking helmets are a nuisance

Aw, Hookfang looked so happy for Snotlout up there

Gee, okay Mala, thanks for ignoring Astrid and Fishlegs there - are they not harmonious enough with their dragons for you? Hm??

Meatlug continues to be Best Girl

Snotlout's enjoying this too much

Poor Heather, having to be the only responsible one

Ohhhhhh, no you don't biatch

My new nickname for Viggo is biatch

Any ideas for a Ryker nickname?

Aw, the Eruptdon is actually really handsome

Is... Ryker planning to revolt against the biatch?

"We're not getting through that ballista! Astrid built it!" Okay, you know what, that's totally fair

Omg yes!!!! Meatlug is best girl, the absolutely bestest of girls

A hord of one of, if not the, best species of dragons just saved everyone's butts

All those Gronkles deserve everything

Hookfang puts up with so much, I love him

Ep2 - Of course they'd wake up the Edge like that

My prayers were answered!! Im meeting the twins' family!

Is it just me, or is Ruff not too enthusiastic about cousin Gruff?

Oof, so he's this kind of character huh? Also I'm guessing Gruff will use that for his benefit later in the episode, but the fact that he looks and sounds exactly like Tuff seems a little lazy, I dunno

Ruff showing her big sister vibes

Hiccup's a good friend

And Ruff is a gooder sister

Snotlout and Tuff take turns at being everyone's little siblings basically

You know, it's really nice to see the twins working separately for once - they're a package deal, you never see one without the other, but this time they're fighting from different sides; it helps in fleshing out their individual characters

He just wanted to see a rainbow you monster!!

I love that Hookfang and Meatlug listened to Chicken

Aw, he considers Tuffnut one of his best friends? Does that count for every rider?

Ruff knows what's up

"Flattery has no effect on me! Mostly because I never hear any!" Okay, anyone who's just read this, let's all praise Ruffnut right now, the girl's awesome and she freaking deserves it!!

While all this fighting is happening, Barf&Belch are getting a foot massage

It's really random, but I loved how Tuff tiptoed the length of Barf's neck to get to his saddle - it was really neat, and it eludes to him probably doing it a lot

That was sweet of the twins, letting Hiccup join them

And the way he was all awkardly standing and talking

Ep3 - Love Zack Pearlman's laugh as Snotlout

Ohh, a party? Nice, it's been a while since we visited Berk

The way they were announced: "Hiccup and the Dragon Riders" If i ever get a boy-band, that's gonna be its name

Astrid, as always, the voice of reason

Isn't this like, the 54th time one of the Dragon Riders is kidnapped?

Poor bounty hunters - they actually seemed like a cute couple

"Is anyone not after me?" You know, after searching a little bit on the httyd shipping tags, I'd say, no honestly - everyone wants a piece of you

So we are finally meeting this hooded guy then?

That chain around Hiccup's throat is giving me the creeps

Wow, he just, let him fall, damn

I swear these Hunters have the worst aim ever

Please tell me they are not letting Ryker go

Alright, guess today's not the day we meet hooded man

Ep4 - Oh no, not this man again

He's trying to turn Snotlout against Hiccup, da heck man??

Snotlout just looks so lost and confused

He gave him a nightmare - yeah I hate Spitelout

And lemme guess, the rest of the episode is gonna be Snotlout making bad mistakes left and right

Yeeeeep

I wonder, does this happen everytime Snotlout talks to his dad? Become insufferable and hurtful to the team - is this a part of a pattern? And if so, do any of the riders know? Or the dragons for that matter - how much does Hookfang know?

Everyone else deserves so much credit for not having thrown him off a cliff yet

Okay, I know it's supposed to be a serious moment here, but Snotlout's ¬¬ face when Hiccup was lecturing him, I can't

"Man, nobody loans me anything." You can feel the self-deprecation and resentment dripping from that sentence

Let's take a moment to appreciate Hookfang, who's been following Snotlout around the whole episode

And another moment for Fishlegs who openly, genuinely, gave him a chance

Hiccup's great, man, really. He's giving Snotlout every single chance he's asking, calming down the others, letting him win so he could get a confidence boost! These are amazing friends

And now he's panicking, oh my god

Not Hookfang with Spitelout's voice, anything but that!!

Have I mentioned how much I love Hookfang and Snotlout's relationship yet? No? Well, I do, and Hookfang is an amazing boy

Okay, yay, they gave him his little hero moment there, nice going

Ep5 - Shattermaster and Dagur yaaaaas, I've been thinking about you guys

Oh no, not this king stuff again

Yeah I don't believe Dagur is back on the dark side. He was probably captured by the hunters when he led himself and Shattermaster into that trap and then had to regain their trust somehow so they wouldn't kill him

Astrid got stuck with babysitting duty again, it seems

My guess is that he's gonna pass all three, and then chicken out with becoming king for some reason - or he's gonna lose right before he finishes the third trial

Okay, so the memory wipe was fake, he tricked me there too - but more importantly, Shattermaster!!!

Dagur calling him the most handsome Gronkle ever melted my heart

Oh yeah, we got Shattermaster back, that's it!

That was a sweet moment between Dagur and Heather

Snotlout's complaints are fair

Ep6 - Hey, Johhan! It's been a hot minute since we last saw you

Submaripper huh? That's a cool name, I like it

Please, don't die peeps

Snotlout asking Hookfang if he looks cool with the goggles and Hookfang hitting him with one of his horns back - small interactions like these between dragon and rider are my favorite

Hiccup obce agwin being able to do things no one from his era should be able to

I like the Submaripper's colors they're pretty

I swear, Hiccup collects near-death experiences as if they were Pokémon cards

Sweet ending, with Johhan telling them a story

Ep7 - Soooo, everyone is delirious? That's the episode

Seeing Astrid like that is kinda scary, ngl

Hookfang looked so scared with Snotlout's mood swings for a sec there

And the twins are just duttyfully noting it all down

"Keep my weight out of this." Pfff, poor Stoick

I have no idea what's up with those round-headed dragons, but they're cute

Of course Astrid and Snotlout would be besties when sleep-deprived

The little glances between the dragons - I'd pay to know what they're thinking right now

The Shadow Wings' formation is a bit ridiculous, but I like it

Hookfang blasting Snotlout away from him and Meatlug's weary glances towards Fishlegs - my god the riders must really be creeping them out

Tuffnut breaking into a hysterical fit of laughter over hallucinations is probably the most relatable of these symptoms for me

I don't understand why they didn't do this from the start, but I'm glad to see the dragons taking matters into their own hands for a change

Also, don't understand the meaning behind the A plot with Hiccup and Toothless but sure

They're all cuddling down there while sleeping but will absolutely refuse it when they wake up - also the dragons are gonna have so much blackmail material for the next couple weeks

I'm half-way through season 4, yayy

I'm really surprised, and immensely flattered people keep liking and reblogging whatever this commentary is that I'm doing. You're putting up with so much bad grammar and over all dumbassery I don't know how I can thank you except to continue

Anyway, hope you like another one of these

Have a nice day :>

[lalaboy]

PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT HYACINTH. BEGGING

kelly davis my man! -Discuss an important part of their identity/what makes them themself.

Well first off the name, Hyacinth? That's a name he earned in his highschool days as a big lover boy, officially gifted the title when his friends discovered the nine member polycule he was in the middle of.

-Tell you a color that compliments them.

Pink! Or green, probably green actually. He adores soft pinks and will force them into everything he wears (Dyeing all of his hair pink with Maria was the happiest day of his life), but mainly you can see him around green shades caring for his plant kiddos.

-Show you an image that suits them (for example: a picture of them you like or an image that matches their vibe).

THIS IS HARD UH HOLD ON

<3

-Give you a random fact about something they’ve done or a part of their backstory.

Kelly is incompetent at a lot of things, like, it's supernatural, he's never picked up anything and just been Talented at it, he's always had to work for it. Fortunately he's pretty persistent! When he found out the boy he liked was a big stoner he spent months learning how to roll the perfect joint till the day came to show off and the guy had quit smoking. Most things, he'll see to the end, but fuck cooking he has nearly burned his house down too many times to keep trying that.

-Link you a song that reminds me of them.

Live Well by Palace! It's hard to pick just one but Live Well is what always comes to mind first, Redwood Reverie by Plas Tag is also great (ohhh you wanna listen to Plas Tag so baddd) heres his playlist its the one im most proud of, he has good taste

-Explain how they were created/what inspired them to be made.

Originally he was a pretty little skinny twink and that sucked, always had long pink hair, I don't remember what inspired him in particular other than... Various Hippie/Stoner/Wife guy Vibes. Little bit of lovecore in there and you got a good guy! I've had many ocs over the years so like most of them he is probably an amalgamation of A Lot

-Free space/feel free to add more!

THIS GUYS WEALTHY AS HELL! He got inheritance money from God knows where and spent half of it on fixing his old home, now he just spoils his friends when he can and avoids getting a job like the plague, he's not lazy, just anxious

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If someone were to describe Kuya in one word most would give you the word ‘mysterious’. He's someone who just does what he wants. Bothers with the things that pique his interest and not even bat an eye at those that don’t. It matters not if one is at death’s door and he’s the only one who can help. A no is a no.

“Complicated. That’s what Kuya is to me. Don’t you think it’s fitting?”

Ah yes the successor of Huey, the new Grand Sorcery, he always seems to have a different opinion than others. Even as the both of them are tired because of their earlier bed activities, that cheeky grin is plastered on Eiden’s face. Albeit this one is a bit more tired than his usual one. Kuya can’t tell if Eiden is doing it on purpose to increase his ‘value’, or if that’s just one of his charms.

Deep inside he knows it’s the latter. Although there’s no way he’d admit that. Even to himself 

Nonetheless, he has caught the yokai’s interest.

“Hmm? Why do you say that young master?”

“Well, it’s just that your thoughts are complicated. No one knows on the get go why you are doing things. Though you say it all depends on how much it amuses you, your actions say otherwise.”

Kuya ruffles his hair as he wakes up. He tries to get rid of Eiden’s voice that’s still ringing in his head. To be honest at this point he doesn’t know whether he really dreamed of the conversation or he got lost in his own illusions again. But none of that matters as he sees the culprit that made him lucid and back to reality once again. 

The said culprit, a bundle of white fur greets him and the man that always accompanied the little guy followed.

“Old fox, your presence is requested.”

Quincy doesn't need to say where his presence is requested. There’s only one place brave enough to send the large man as a messenger to the purple fox.

“And tell me why I should go there? There’s no reason for me to go, there’s no Grand Sorcerer afterall.”

It’s been years since Eiden left. 

Since Kuya made him leave with his own hands 

He doesn’t know when the two unwanted visitors left. Knowing better than to try and convince him as his answer won’t change. Not that he cares. He prefers being alone. Being alone is more doable than trying to appease some human.

“I’m merely telling the truth, or is it that the young master got way too over head that he has forgotten just how useless he really is?”

Ah, it’s that memory again. Or is this an illusion again? All he knows is that this is what ended everything. He provoked the human too much, to the point Eiden told him:

“Fine! If that’s the case then just send me back or something!”

And sending him back to his world was what Kuya did. If one asks him if he regrets it, he would firmly tell you ‘no’. He’d even dare say he’d do it again if given the chance. 

After all, he'd do anything to get rid of the pest that doesn’t intrigue him anymore.

Though he says that, if one asks him if he misses the young master, he’d simply not say anything. 

Try as hard as he might, he can’t seem to lie about missing Eiden. 

When he tries to, there's a bile clogging up his throat. Stopping his words from coming out. Perhaps this is his punishment? For sending the grand sorcerer away without an explanation. 

For falling for someone he wasn’t supposed to.

Okay, maybe just this once Kuya can admit it. What can he say, the fickle human has managed to crawl its way to his heart. But he’ll only admit it just this once. Just this once that he’s all alone and lost in the memories they’ve made together.

“Kuya hurry up! It’ll be daybreak by the time we arrive if you walk like that. Morvay told me about this spot that’s good for stargazing.”

The yokai isn’t sure why he always listens and does what Eiden tells him. Even if he demands something in return, Kuya will probably still do it even if Eiden fails to deliver his wishes. 

“Even if you say it’s to make me suffer, you always come out of nowhere to fix my problems.”

Yes, Kuya does just that doesn’t he? He just can’t see Eiden suffer too much. A little is fine, fun even. But the moment that he deems the problem too much for the young master, he finds himself on the way to fix things before he could even register what his doing.

And that impulsive tendency of his is exactly the reason why Eiden left

“It’s fine, even if you don’t tell me your reasons, I know everything you do is for me.”

Eiden might know well just how much Kuya thinks of him even without confirmation. He knows that even if Kuya is like that, he won’t ever bring him harm. That he’ll always have Eiden’s best interest in mind.

Maybe that’s why Eiden didn’t fuss when Kuya sent him back. Maybe that’s why he only stared at Kuya with teary eyes. Love and understanding pooling in them.

That was his last goodbye 

Till the very end Eiden understood him. Understood that their fight was just a rile up. A cover up. Till the very end he believed that Kuya had done it for him. As he always does. 

But that doesn’t get rid of the pit dwelling in Kuya’s stomach as he wakes up to another day without the human beside him. 

Doesn’t appease the regret he feels for not telling the truth.

Stupid pride that runs across his body 

He keeps telling Eiden that he’s nothing without the clan members. That he’s a good-for-nothing that won’t be able to function the moment Kuya leaves his side.

But it might just be the opposite.

For here Kuya is wallowing in the illusions he can’t even control, or he guess he could but just won't do it. Drowning in the past and the what-if scenarios if he just lowered his guard for a moment and let Eiden embrace him.

But a what-if is a what-if, just like how no is a no. 

And no matter how he wishes to turn back to that day, make things different. Make Eiden stay. He knows it’s not possible.

Even if it was possible he’d still send his young master back.

Afterall just as Eiden says, his human’s well-being is his priority. 

Not Kuya’s wants, not Kuya’s needs, and certainly not the uncertain hopes Eiden likes to indulge in.

He’d gladly spend his days like this. Lost in his illusions to make up for his grand sorcerer's presence.

Kuya would gladly suffer another day as long as he knows Eiden is safe once again tomorrow.

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#they could stare at each other and outsmart the other in theoretical battles

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Sherlock: John, I know we wanted to have what you call a "lazy night in". But would you mind if I went on a date instead?

John: No, of course not. Have fun.

John: Wait a second. A date? You?

Sherlock: Yes, of course. Why?

John: Sorry, I just thought you didn't do … this. With whom?

Sherlock: A friend. Now please excuse me, I have to get dressed.

…

Sherlock: I'm ready. John, why are you still in those clothes?

John: Why shouldn't I? They are comfy.

Sherlock: I had hoped that you'd dress up for our date. At least a bit. But if you want to go in jogging pants, that's fine with me. I plan to get rid of everything you wear by the end of this day regardless of what it is I have to peal from your body.

John: Wait … wait! You want to go on a date with me?

Sherlock: Obviously.

John: But we are friends. Just friends.

Sherlock: If this goes as planned, we'll be more than that soon.

John: Just give me five minutes.

…

John: I'm ready!

Sherlock: Finally.

90 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 5. August 2022

#4

Sherlock: John, did you ever fancy kissing a man?

John: Um, yes. Why do you ask?

Sherlock: Irrelevant. Did you ever kiss a man?

John: Yes.

Sherlock: Did you like it?

John: Yes. Now tell me why. Is it for the case? Do I have to seduce a man so you can gather information?

Sherlock: Don't be ridiculous, John. I solved the case twenty minutes ago. I merely wanted to evaluate whether you don't kiss me because you don't fancy men in general or whether it's me in particular.

126 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. Juli 2022

#3

I’ve got you, brother mine!

Let me help to fix this mess you’ve made.

You’ve always cared too much. With that big heart of yours, you’ve always been prone to sentiment. You should have told them.

I’ll make them return to you. I don’t know how, but I promise I will succeed. I’ll do anything. But please, Sherly, don’t shut me out.

Yesterday I’ve read a beautiful and very angsty fic by @arwamachine with a caring Mycroft (check out her fics, they are great). This inspired me to draw my first illustration for the year - some angsty Sherlock (not based on the fic).

Let me tell you the story to this illustration: John and Rosie moved in at Baker Street, but things between John and Sherlock weren’t good. While John tried to keep Rosie out if Sherlocks way to not be an inconvenience, Sherlock didn’t want to overstep, kept his distance and loved them both secretly. Angst, angst, angst, John moves out, drugs, Sherlock adopts a puppy (probably high as a kite), Mycroft is a good brother. And a happy ending. Preferably also lots of fluffy bits throughout the story, a long fluffy ending to make up for all that angst and maybe bits of glorious smut.

Now I just need someone to write this. 😅

128 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 2. Januar 2022

#2

I won’t apologise for this.

131 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 7. Juli 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Sherlock: John, how do you feel about marriage?

John: I'd like to get married on day.

Sherlock: Good. That's indeed good.

John: Why do you ask?

Sherlock: Because we're getting married next July and it's obviously much more convenient to do so when you actually want to get married.

John: Wait. Who's getting married?

Sherlock: You and I. Do keep up.

John: Sorry, but I'm sure I must have missed a significant part of this conversation. Why are we getting married?

Sherlock: Because I told my parents that you proposed to me last September. And since they insist to attend the wedding, we actually have to get married. Luckily they also offered to help with the preparations, so it's less work for us.

John: Luckily. Why did you tell them I proposed in the first place? And why didn't you tell me a word about it?

Sherlock: Mummy kept asking when we're finally getting married and it got a bit annoying. And for why I didn't tell you, I simply forgot. Apologies.

John: Right. Okay. And why did your mother kept asking this in the first place?

Sherlock: Because she thinks we're dating for some years now.

John: And that's because?

Sherlock: I told her so. She kept going on about my being single. It was annoying.

John: So you lied to your mother and told her we are dating?

Sherlock: It worked long enough. How could I anticipate that she'd insist to attend the wedding?

John: Right. How could you?

371 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. Juli 2022

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Hi! I don't know if you're gonna answer this, but I'm currently making a blue lock fanfiction and I was wondering if you could explain the characters nature, because you seem to know them so well in your headcanons. Because it's kinda hard for me to make certain parts of my story without understanding the characters :(

Sorry for bothering you and sorry if you don't understand what I mean 😬

HI ANON!!! my deepest apologies for the delayed response, and you are not a bother at all <3 i am truly honored that you decided to ask me about this, so here we go!

side note: these lowkey turned into a mini headcanon type of thing, so.. ENJOY? I GUESS?

p.s. i didn’t know which characters you wanted me to write about, so i just did the ones i write for the most! if you have any more questions, please do not hesitate to send another ask or message me!

ISAGI

i would say he’s lowkey the embodiment of second hand embarassment 😭

like he always tries a little too hard but with the best intentions possible

SUPER SWEET THOUGH, a tad bit awkward, but who doesn’t love flustered soft boys??

*cue heart squeeze*

BACHIRA

pinkie pie in human form.

bouncing off of the walls 90% of the time, but will flip like a switch during that rare 10% and just get all soft and sleepy and cuddly

always has a smile on his face, super positive all the time :D

well, except when for when his imaginary friend.. you know.

NAGI

you’d think he was this scary, tight-lipped, brooding soccer superstar who’s too cool for school (im looking at you, rin 🙄)

but he’s literally just a lazy beanpole. a simple man

can and will fall asleep at any given moment or complain about being hungry

sulk… - x -

RIN

a scary, tight-lipped, brooding soccer superstar who’s too cool for school

easily irritated at the smallest of things

the childhood trauma from his brother literally abandoning him and crushing his dream still lingers

but the right person can help with that :)

SAE

OK I POSTED ABOUT THIS BEFORE BUT I LITERALLY CANNOT WRITE CANON SAE 😭

canon sae is a grade-a ASSHOLE and he’ll let everyone know about it. he’s got a venom tongue

fanon sae (in my head which is canon because i say so) has moved past his assholery and is now soft and devoted to the one he loves

also he is famous in multiple countries. 😇

SHIDOU

i once described him as the “kool-aid man on steroids” and i still stand by that.

he has… violent tendencies, so PDA is not in his dictionary. it’s more like. public displays of lowkey concerning behavior towards his s/o. PDLCBTS.

very loud! in your face! explosions! this man cannot be tamed! so dont try!

YUKIMIYA

okay whenever i think of him i just associate him with honey

like idk if it’s his voice, his heart, or his scent, he’s just liquid gold personified

canonically a street soccer prodigy AND a supermodel on the side, this man has it ALL

teasing, but in the sweetest way possible. I LOVE HIMMMM

WELP THATS IT HAHAH i had a lot of fun with these but i hope they were somewhat helpful 😭 again, if you need me to go more in depth or describe other characters, feel free to shoot me another ask!

p.s: make sure to tag me/send me your fanfic when it’s completed! i’d love to read and support it <333