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#toheart2#konomi yuzuhara#alas this is a straight vn#but this was a cute scene#vn#i forgot to write that before#it's 2 letters
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ONCE IN A LIFETIME ❤️
#aieee i forgot to post this here cause I was so busy playing the game LOL#more dr art will be coming out SOONNNN!! and I will tag the art appropriately!#literally in the middle of drawing one of my new faves as I write this post#but!!!#I hope you like it despite how rushed it came out#I was trying to do it before I couldn't say deltarune tommorrow lol#deltarune#tagging ut just in case#undertale#toby fox#susie deltarune#kris deltarune#ralsei deltarune#berdly deltarune#noelle deltarune#kris dreemurr#noelle holiday
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katsuki who's always fixing the necklace he got for you. to him, it's a very clear sign that you're taken and he wants to make sure there's absolutely no mistake about it. it's like he naturally gravitates towards it, pulled towards you like a magnet whenever you wear it (which is all the time).
he's always just fiddling with it, absentmindedly dangling the cute little golden "k" around your collar bone and playing around with it while you talk, occasionally humming to let you know he's listening before letting it go with a satisfied sigh, not before making sure the first letter of his name was right in the middle of the chain. you were his after all, and he was gonna make sure everybody knew.
#cash's blurbs for the strange and unusual#got this thought in the middle of the night n had to write it down before i forgot#i dont like i hate him#he makes me feel so tingly hate it hate hate him#cash speaks <3#cash is just talkin'#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki
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thinking about how lae'zel is literally THE first character you ever see on-screen in bg3 even before getting to make your own tav, and how her story as a young warrior from a race of people who were once enslaved by mind flayers is SO deeply intertwined with the main plot of the game, and how she herself has such awesome character development focused on loyalty and duty and being free to become your own person and make your own path in life and how she's arrogant and aggressive and closed-off and says edgy shit like "i know only blood-red and death-black, my mind is silver and my body steel" but then she also speaks so poetically at times and can be so romantic and compassionate and she gets embarrassed when you tell her it's "tiefling" not "teethling" and she responds to shadowheart saying "have we buried the hatchet?" with "no, why would i bury a weapon, is it broken?". and how she was basically the only origin companion that i knew nothing about before i played bg3 for the first time even though i'd been seeing constant posts about the game for months!! ugh lae'zel i love you so much you deserve so much more appreciation.
#star.txt#baldur's gate 3#lae'zel#bg3#so i just started a new game so i could work out a design for my new durge#and i went 'oh shit i forgot that lae'zel is the first character you ever see in the game'#and then i stopped to write this. whoops!#lae'zel is just so funny and so interesting and so important and SO good#she's so full of so many things that i love in other favorite characters of mine#that if i had ANY idea how awesome she was before starting the game i would've wanted to romance her immediately#instead she ended up completely taking me by surprise
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I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭
thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.
actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 13 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 13 spoilers#there may be answers somewhere that i just forgot about so uhhh if so#whoops ( ᐛ )#having one of those art days where chances are good i'm just gonna wake up and throw this post out the window so be warned#but yeah idk. i've talked before about the parallels between silver and dawnatello and how i see him as basically bad end silver#he chose the easy option that let him stay loyal and fulfill the obligation he felt to his adoptive family#he knew it wasn't right and that he was being manipulated but he went along with it anyway until it was too late#i think he ultimately had a good heart but my man folded under the slightest bit of social pressure like a wet mcmuffin#so while i'm continuing to make things up out of whole cloth i wanna say that by contrast#lea never had a chance to do shit but if she had i like to think she would've had a spine like galvanized steel#like just personally i don't think she knew much about what the silver owls were actually doing#seriously does henrik seem like the kind of person who would tell her shit about anything#i think he basically took advantage of their dad's failing health to go off and be a warmonger#and if he thought about lea at all it was to be like :) you stay here and do boring domestic princess stuff#while i tell your husband to Do It For Her#i mean this is 100% me writing baseless fanfic here#i just think it'd be fun if the part of silver that was IMMEDIATELY like 'actually no. we aren't doing this.' might've come from her#she just never got a chance to show it#(it didn't seem to come from the knight is all i'm saying)#lilia might've given silver a billion complexes but at least he raised him to do the right thing#man someone left a reply or reblog on an older post and i cannot find it so i apologize for the lack of credit BUT they pointed out#that one of the big differences between silver and the knight is that the knight's family did not really seem to like him very much and lik#yeah i think so. lea might've been the exception there for him.#rip ma'am we'll never know if you deserved better or not
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“tsk. has nobody taught you how to eat?” sukuna scoffs, gnawing on a big of piece of meat whilst watching you eat your own meal next to him. the corners of your lips are very messy.
you can’t help it. the food the maids had prepared is too delicious to eat without gusto. you’re alone with sukuna so you don’t mind your table manners all that much. nor does he.
“right back at you, my lord.” you retort in a sassy tone. a hand reaches out to tug at your hair before firmly flicking your forehead. a reminder of your place.
sukuna yanks off a piece of meat from the bone with his sharp fangs. he glances down at you with an amused yet dangerous look, “get too bratty with me ‘n you’ll end up as my dinner next.”
you chuckle. you’re used to his threats by now, knowing he won’t go that far, though you don’t push your luck any further.
the unexpected feeling of a wet tongue sweeping off the sauce from your mouth makes you cringe. you notice how sukuna had formed a mouth on one of his hands and decided to just clean you up that way, “ew. get that away.”
“ew? you should be grateful for that, woman.��� sukuna huffs, continuing to eat nonchalantly whilst you’re struggling to fight off his hand from your face. “i can also use somethin’ else to clean up y’r dirty mess.”
the king of curses grins menacingly as the huge tongue on his abdomen rolls out. you shiver at the mental image of that massive thing slobbering all over your face to get the sauce off.
“yeah no.. err, thank you. i’ll just get a napkin.”
#sttoru writes.#oki bye i needed to write this dumb thing down before i forgot about it#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk fluff#sukuna fluff
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This is a piece for @obeymevents's Obey me! Prompt Roulette event! We submitted random prompts, and received a random prompt in return. The prompt for this piece is...
Too Many Beds
It's longer than most of my pieces so it's hidden below the read more (but it's fully SFW!). I tried to include every character, and there is a handy chart of where everyone is sleeping. Hope you enjoy!
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“I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to test out our new overnight package.”
Diavolo was in high spirits. He walked with a pep in his step down the quiet carpeted hallways of the latest Corvo hotel. Everything smelled faintly of fresh paint and there wasn’t a speck of dust to be seen.
The group following him was only half listening. Some were so far back, engrossed in their own idle chit-chat, that even Diavolo’s vigorous voice didn’t reach them. The modern, dim hallway lighting was exactly opposite of the large ballroom they had just been in, wherein massive glitzy chandeliers reflected off of polished champagne glass towers. There had been no shortage of indulgences. Fine food prepared by professional chefs, a wide open dance floor with a live band, and the best of company that you had the pleasure of personally inviting.
Diavolo left the guest list for this exclusive party up to you, as there are few beings he trusts so unconditionally. Not wanting to disappoint him, you thought it best to keep invites limited to your closest friends at RAD. Sixteen people, including yourself, was a good, round number and you were confident the company would never be dull. It made for a memorable night of partying.
Now that the ballroom had been thoroughly christened and you were extremely tuckered out from dancing, your group moved as one to their accommodations for the night. Diavolo, leading the pack, guaranteed it would be an experience like no other. The hallway had few doors, each spread noticeably far apart. The rooms inside must be large. You wondered if they were suites fit for royalty. Past the vending room, past the ice dispenser, your group finally came upon a simple set of double wooden doors.
“Here we are!” Diavolo exclaimed. “Again, this is something new we’re offering only at this hotel. I’d appreciate your feedback in the morning.”
There was no lock. Barbatos demonstrated that it could recognize a guest’s handprint, requiring no key to open. He waved you in with a smile.
The room was massive. You were greeted with a sophisticated wood paneled wall with lights installed around the floor and ceiling. Next to the entrance was a locker room of sorts for luggage. Your possessions had already been carried up and neatly stored away.
Next up, a communal bathroom with multiple rooms for baths, showers, and toilet facilities, all attached to a powder room with floor to ceiling mirrors.
The bedroom itself rivaled the ballroom in size and it was filled, from corner to corner, with beds. Queen sized bunk beds. Each expertly made up in fine silk sheets. Chocolate mints wrapped in gold foil sat atop the fluffy pillows and folded robes sat squarely at the foot of each bed.
You paused in confusion to take in such a unique sight, but people were filing in one after another behind you. Solomon put a hand on your back to safeguard you from the parade of tipsy non-humans. You moved forward. Beelzebub followed with a half-asleep Belphegor latched to his side.
“This setup is for large groups. We took inspiration from days of old, when travelers would all reside in one common room. There are more than enough accommodations for everyone,” Barbatos explained. “Perfect for the budget-friendly school trip, work retreat, or group celebration. Wouldn’t you agree?”
You squinted. There was a reason people didn’t sleep together in giant rooms anymore. A good reason.
“We’re all sleeping here?” you confirmed. Barbatos’ coy smile affirmed it. This was going to be a headache.
“There are no assigned arrangements,” he confirmed, “so feel free to pick whichever bed suits your fancy.”
Multiple hands grabbed your arms. Mammon, Asmodeus, and Luke exclaimed, “I wanna sleep with you!”
Leviathan followed their enthusiasm with his own, “I-I-I also want to s-s-s-sleep w-with you!”
At the same time, Mephistopheles could be heard, “Lord Diavolo! I’d like nothing more than to sleep beside you! Just like when we were kids.”
Diavolo was already half-shouting, “I want to sleep with Lucifer!”
You faintly caught Satan snickering, “yeah, I bet you do.”
“You guys reek of alcohol,” Luke complained as he pinched his nose. He waved his hand towards Mammon and Asmodeus. “Nobody wants to sleep near you!”
“Does this hotel even allow pets?” Mammon snarked. “Who let this chihuahua inside?”
Luke kicked Mammon in the foot. While the two squabbled, Beelzebub offered, “it will be quiet with me.”
You were pulled back and forth in a nauseating three way tug-of-war. Even those who weren’t making physical contact had their eyes on you, their intentions clear.
“Nobody is sleeping with anyone.” Lucifer raised his voice above the din. It was getting late and he would not tolerate a stupid fight. “There are more than enough beds to spread out. One person per bunk bed. Nobody is allowed to sleep in a bed directly next to anyone else. I don’t want any funny business happening tonight. That’s final.”
Multiple sighs could be heard, ranging from relieved to annoyed to straight-up disappointed. Mammon could be heard saying, rhetorically, "Who said you get to make the rules?"
“That’s the most fair option,” Simeon stated. “On the bright side, we also get matching pajamas. That makes it feel less lonely”
“Come now, Lucifer. We can’t even sleep in adjacent beds?” Diavolo asked sadly. That defeated half the purpose of sleeping in a big room together.
“What about diagonal?” Raphael asked. He had his hand on his chin. Despite the room being massive, it was unlikely there were enough beds for all sixteen beings present to sleep with multiple beds in between one another.
Lucifer put an end to the discontentment once and for all by announcing, “Diagonal is fine. I want you all in a bed in ten minutes. If anyone doesn’t like it, you’re free to sleep in the street.”
Barbatos showed his full agreement with a smile that gave you chills. He had such a way of expressing himself without really changing his expression at all. It was enough to get everyone moving.
Beelzebub carried his twin over to a bed at random and placed the dozing Belphegor in a lower bunk, then took his pillow mint as compensation. It was a hefty treat coated in chocolate, larger than your typical pillow mints, one that befit the luxury status of the Corvo hotel.
People began milling around the room. Barbatos mentioned something about a lilac scent on the pillows to make falling asleep easier. They inspected the beds but didn’t actually claim one. Many side glances were thrown in your direction.
Thirteen had been quiet, refusing to get tangled up in everyone’s petty bickering until now. The reaper boldly pushed past everybody loitering in her way. Upon reaching the farthest, most isolated corner of the room, she turned and announced, “I’m sleeping here. If any of you come near me, I’m going straight home and blowing out your candle.”
The room went silent as everyone stared. She continued, “Well… except one. If there’s an emergency, you know who to send as your representative.”
With a cute wink in your direction, she turned her back and disappeared up a ladder to a top bunk.
“Ooh, scary,” Solomon laughed.
Thirteen’s manicured middle finger poked out from the edge of her bunk in response.
Solomon responded with another laugh. Though, this wasn’t the time to poke fun at Thirteen. He had more interesting things to focus on.
He asked you, “Have you decided where to sleep?”
It was obviously the question everyone was dying to know. You didn’t care. All of the beds literally looked the same. They were so sparkling new, even the metal screws holding the mattress frames together had the same shiny luster, without a speck of rust. It looked like someone copy and pasted the same bed in a repeating pattern until the room was full. You wouldn't doubt if this were a low budget VR game.
Any show of preference would start a war. You decided it was best to choose at random. “I’m going to take… this one.”
“Then, this one’s mine!” Mammon declared, diving into a bottom bunk as close to yours as Lucifer would allow.
“No fair! I wanted that one!” Luke anxiously balled his hands. While paralyzed thinking about what to do, Solomon happily claimed the bed opposite of Mammon's. Options near you were quickly running out.
“This diagonal space looks open,” Simeon remarked. He and Lucifer chose beds directly diagonal to you, giving Luke the idea to jump headfirst into the other open diagonal space before Asmodeus could take it.
Diavolo began climbing a bed close to Lucifer. As unofficial chaperones, the two of them in top bunks would be able to keep an eye out for any late night funny business. Leviathan followed suit, scrambling into a top bunk in the hopes of being able to spot your sleeping figure several rows away.
Finally, everyone had a bed to call their own.
There was a minor scuffle to the bathroom while the tired group performed their nighttime routines. Teeth were brushed, pajamas were donned. Shirtless glimpses were stolen from a select few who couldn't be bothered to change in private. Simeon helped you figure out how to get warm water when the sink spout wouldn’t budge. Asmodeus came out wearing a nourishing face mask that garnered some stares.
“I’ll be turning the lights out now,” Barbatos announced after some time had passed.
Leviathan and Diavolo were leaning on top bunk edges, engrossed in a mighty battle on their handheld games. “Hold on a moment.” Diavolo was rapidly mashing buttons as he explained, “we’ve almost got him down to half HP.”
“How’s your ult? Is the meter filled?” Leviathan asked. His eyes did not stray from the screen. He was a master at work.
“This thing on the side? No, it keeps going up every time I land a hit. Is that good?”
“As soon as that’s filled, get close to him and hit R2! With the gear I gave you it will take out at least another 20% of-”
“I’ll be turning out the lights now,” Barbatos repeated. He turned the lights out.
The night had officially begun.
“Satan, would you mind turning that off?” Raphael’s whisper carried through the dark. “It’s hard to sleep.”
Satan was making full use of the bed’s built-in reading light. It was tiny yet powerful. Unlike Leviathan’s handheld game console, Satan couldn’t hide it under the covers.
“Is this any better?” He tilted it down further, so the light shone directly on the page. So much so that the letters were hard to see, the light reflected right off of the ink. It remained a burning beacon in that otherwise dark half of the room, made worse by the fact that Satan was on a top bunk.
“It’s not much better,” Raphael said.
Satan huffed and adjusted his light again. “How about now?”
“No.”
One low growl later, Satan adjusted his light for a third time. “Better?”
“Now it’s in my eyes,” Asmodeus whined. “I can see it through my eye mask. Can’t you just read in the dark?”
“Can’t you get a higher quality mask?”
There was the shrill whistle of a projectile flying through the air, followed by the shattering of glass. Then there was no more light. “Hey! Watch it!” Satan roared. He was met with a colorful chorus of “shh!”, “shut up!” and “quiet!”
Asmodeus chucked a pillow towards his angry brother.
Raphael whispered, “That’s better.”
Just as his head found its way back to the pillow, Barbatos could be heard. “You will need to pay for that in the morning.”
Satan was left to seethe quietly. Instead of counting sheep, he counted the different ways he could curse Lucifer to vent his frustrations. He didn’t get very far. There was another loud disturbance, this time from the back. An ear-splitting buzzing sound preceded a deep shout.
Thick smoke filled the air around Thirteen’s corner.
“What is going on now?” Mephistopheles demanded. He was cranky, with a massive frown plastered across his face as he lifted his silk sleep mask. This was the most testing night he had ever experienced.
“I told you not to get near me!” Thirteen huffed. She waved her arms, clearing the air to see who was stupid enough not to heed her warning.
“Sorry.” Beelzebub was stuck coughing under a massive electric net. Miss Soaring Buzz Buzz Junior wasn’t a very painful trap, but the static shocks and heavy smoke were an unpleasant sensation even for the strongest of demons. There were a trail of foil wrappers that once contained mints pilfered from the empty beds, and they lead up to the paralyzed Beelzebub. This supported his case when he claimed between coughs, “I got hungry.”
“Haha, I should have known.” Diavolo was finding this whole ordeal to be very exciting. One unexpected event after the next. He had no intention of sleeping to begin with, lest he miss out on all the fun of spending time with his friends. It was a good thing Leviathan was also a night owl. The otaku helped the prince stay busy in between bouts of chaos with highly recommend handheld role playing games, to be enjoyed under the thick covers.
“Can you let me out? This net is really uncomfortable.” Beelzebub wiggled like a worm. The net didn’t budge against his strength and his arms were pinned against his stomach. “Also, are you going to eat your mint?”
“I’m saving it!" Thirteen exclaimed, "and I’ll let you out in the morning.”
“I’ll get you out,” somebody yawned. Belphegor plodded over to his twin, half asleep with eyes half closed. “Consider it thanks for carrying me into bed.”
“Belphie, thank you.”
Undoing Thirteen’s trap was not easy. It was clearly going to take a while, especially with Belphegor fighting sleep every step of the way.
“Can we all be quiet now?” Mephisto was exasperated. “Please? Thank you.”
“Now you see what I put up with every day,” Lucifer muttered. He was staring up at the ceiling, reconsidering his life choices. Was it a mistake to have adopted all of these buffoons as his brothers? No. Lucifer was never wrong about their potential and greatly enjoyed seeing them grow. They were just idiots.
This was further proved around half an hour later. Half an hour of blissful silence, during which a few members of your entourage were able to doze off. Things were finally calm. Asmodeus sat up. He slid out of bed, tugging at the belt around his robe to ensure it was properly tied and would accentuate his beautiful waist.
Asmodeus tip toed towards your direction, dancing lightly on his feet as he imagined how happy you’d be at his little midnight rendezvous. Lucifer might’ve said you couldn’t sleep near each other, but he never said you had to stay apart all night long.
“Whaddya think you’re doing?”
Out of the dark, Mammon thrust an arm in front of his younger brother, allowing him no further.
“Just a trip to the bathroom,” Asmodeus sang with a quiet lilt.
“Bathroom my foot. Get outta here,” Mammon spat. “I’m on to you. No one gets past me. Go on, shoo.” His command was accompanied by the classic hand motion, shooing Asmodeus back from where he came from.
“Hmmph! You could be a little nicer about it.”
Mammon stood guard at the foot of your bed until Asmodeus was good and settled, albeit sulking, back under his sheets. Mammon then turned and promptly began to crawl right into your bed. He was slow, careful not to make much noise. His full attention was on safely completing this mission. You would make for a top tier prize once that hurdle was cleared.
“Hey, were you up waitin’ for me?” he asked in a low whisper, careful not to be too loud.
“Actually, yes,” Lucifer whispered in response, lowering the covers away from his face. Mammon shrieked, leaped up, and crashed onto the ground in a scramble to get away from his older brother.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Mephistopheles complained. “When will it end?”
Mammon stammered, pointing a shaky finger at Lucifer, “You were supposed to be over there! Where’d-”
Lucifer cut him off. “They are in bed. Just like you should be.”
“Yeah, but which bed?”
The question went unanswered. Lucifer sat up, swung his legs over the side of the mattress, and slipped a pair of complimentary fuzzy slippers onto his feet. “Let’s go. I’ll tuck you in.”
“No thanks!”
“I’ll be sure to do it very snugly.”
Mammon was unable to protest as Lucifer grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back to the proper bed. Mammon’s belt would make for a suitable chain to tie his hands to the metal bedpost, ensuring a repeat of this incident would not occur. A teary and frustrated Mammon caught your eye for the briefest of seconds as you peered over the top bunk of what was originally Lucifer’s bed. You gave him a little wave. With bound hands, Mammon opened his mouth to say something, but the space was quickly filled with a small accent pillow from Lucifer.
From your new top bunk perch, you looked around to see how everyone else was fairing. Squinting in the dark, you could make out a few people. Beelzebub had successfully escaped Thirteen’s trap. You noticed his feet going right up to the edge of his bed. Diavolo was grinning like a kid in a candy shop. Beyond him was the still figure of Barbatos, laying face up with eyes closed and his hands crossed over his chest. On the opposite side, you craned to see Simeon. It was hard to see what he was up to. Same with Belphegor behind him.
You wouldn’t find out until morning that Lucifer’s no bed-sharing rule was broken. Belphegor, in a sleepy haze, couldn’t properly find his way back after helping Beelzebub. He wound up in Simeon’s bed, clinging to the angel’s side, pinning him down with an arm and a leg. Simeon would have found it pretty adorable if only Belphegor wasn’t so heavy. No amount of wiggling, prodding, or whisper-shouts would get the Avatar of Sloth off of him. Simeon did not want to risk texting you and waking you up if you were already asleep, so he resigned himself to his fate underneath Belphegor.
It wasn’t long before another large sound woke just about everybody in the room up. You jumped. It sounded like someone threw their suitcase from the ceiling. There was a small commotion on the other side of the room.
“Thirteen?” Solomon accused.
“Hey! Watch your tone, that wasn’t me.”
“I see… Then maybe Satan mistook reality for a dream and threw somebody across the room?” he mused.
Satan sighed, “Don’t make me come over there.”
As it turns out, Solomon wasn’t too far off the mark. Soon it was clear to all: Leviathan had fallen asleep and, soon after, fell out of his top bunk. It was impressive. He basically sleep-climbed over the low walls of the bunk bed by gradually throwing his limbs over it one by one. When the amount of Leviathan on one side was higher than the amount of him on the other side, the demon’s body slipped and came crashing down in one of the top five most unpleasant wake-ups Solomon had ever experienced.
“Aaaaaahhhhh.” Leviathan’s voice was surprisingly weak for the strong blow he’d just received. He curled up on the floor and rubbed his aching head while Diavolo and Solomon watched.
“Leviathan, are you alright?” Raphael asked.
“Aaaaaaaaahh,” he repeated. He was more in shock than anything.
“He sounds fine,” Satan turned on his side and pulled his blanket up.
Leviathan shakily stood to his feet. This was not his beautiful room, and this was not his beautiful bathtub. It was a room of judgement. An introvert’s worst nightmare. “Wow, thanks for the concern.”
He crawled back into bed, into the bottom bunk this time. He grabbed the covers, swirling them around himself in a protective cocoon. “I’ll be just fine, don’t you worry about me,” he complained.
“Good to hear!” Diavolo responded with sincerity. “Good night, Leviathan!”
“Oh. Uhh, good night?” Leviathan mumbled back. He was caught off guard by actual good will and snuggled his embarrassed face into the blanket.
“Good night, Lord Diavolo!” Mephistopheles called out, not one to be outdone.
“Why, good night Mephistopheles. And good night, Lucifer.”
“Enough.”
#I FORGOT A PILLOW FIGHT. you know that room is getting destroyed before morning.#Writing every character in one scene is really difficult so if people do like this then I will return and add the pillow fight#it's already the end of the month (i should have posted this weeks ago) so I will leave this and scurry away#obey me!#obey me#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me scenarios#obey me swd#obey me x mc#obey me fandom#obey me fanfic#obey me writing#obey me fanfiction#obey me brothers#obey me x you#obey me x reader#i think adding every character as a tag is breaking the tags so let me try posting for now#shall we date obey me#obey me fic
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I tapped his shoulder. Katsuki turned around with his trademark scowl in his face, but it softened to a small frown when he realized it was me. "What?"
Leaning my chin in my hand, I smiled. "Nothing. Just wanted to look at you for a minute."
His lip curled. To some, he would look disgusted, but I knew he was fighting not to grin. "You're what? Just getting an eyeful?"
I nodded. "I spend the rest of class looking at the back of your head, but I like seeing your face."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, though he looked pleased rather than annoyed. "You should be taking notes." His sentence sounded as if it had been cut short. I wasn't used to him missing an opportunity to call me "sweets" ever since he'd read the term of endearment in a romance manga. Then again, we were in homeroom waiting for class to start and all our friends were within hearing range.
I widened my eyes in faux innocence. "I can just borrow your notes, right Katsu'?" He let out a slow sigh, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as his eyes flickered down to glimpse at my lips. I smiled wider when his eyes stayed glued to my lips. "Do you need something?" I asked.
He shook his head, finally tearing his gaze away. "No." He looked again only briefly, then his crimson eyes met mine. "Just having a look."
"The flavor's vanilla," I said helpfully. "I just found a creme brulee lip balm so-"
His hand shot out to gently grab the back of my head and he leaned up, bracing his other arm on the back of his chair as he leaned over my desk to give me a frankly dizzying kiss. He kept it chaste, the meeting of our lips tender as we breathed each other in. The smack of our lips made my heart flutter as we met, barely parting before we joined once more, heads tilting to allow us to meet even more perfectly.
We parted, not quite breathless, and I yearned for another kiss. But, he was already sitting back down, pressing his lips together to more evenly spread the lip balm we shared. "You always taste sweet," he muttered as if complaining. The glance we shared was heated and for a brief moment everything else was muted and unimportant.
Then Kaminari threw a wadded up paper between us and yelled for us to "get a room!" I sat back with a sigh and watched as Katsuki hopped up out of his seat, small explosions already sparking in his palms as he chased after Denki.
#bakugou katsuki#imagine being his#bakugou x reader#bnha x reader#call it a 3rd year or college au if you want#i just wanted to write this before i forgot it#my writing
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i think about this one piece party panel so often i wanted to draw it
the panel ⤵️
#i admit this was supposed to be in reply to an ask thats been rotting in my inbox for eons in which i was requested to draw zoro and usopp-#interactions. which immediately made me think of this. but i forgot to hit answer before writing the post. so. this is for you myscprin❤️#LIKE HES SORUUBAWBCURUTEUUTEUERETTEBHRBHETJHEJRR E pulling my teeth out one by one#he looks so serious in the panel. so god damn silly. and vivis so cute.#wtf... art#one piece fanart#usopp#usopp one piece#zoro#roronoa zoro#vivi one piece#nefertari vivi
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so-so there's this guy (@keferon 's tf mecha au)


#mecha pilot jazz au#tf mecha universe#help i don't know how tumblr works#im a filthy instagram artist#i see people write in tags am i blending in well#tf jazz#god hes so cool as a mecha#up my alley?#this IS my alley bro#gundam mecha tf pacific rim fusion its beautiful#I drew prowl first actually when the au started a few weeks back I just wanted to share this guy before I forgot#this au has REVIVED ME art wise but its FINALS SEASON AND I NEED TO LOCK IN#dont mind any inaccuracies i hide them with silly shapes and colors to distract myself
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A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!
#hoot art#ok its time to get mushy in the tags because I doubt anyone would read them too closely#I’ve had severe art block for YEARS before I got into danmei in 2024#and it wasn’t that my skill was gone it’s just that I thought nothing I did was good enough#I started reading danmei around the summer of last year and I got SO INSPIRED#I dived into the fandom side of things (I haven’t been in a live fandom in years) and was so excited about all the art people were making#and writing! and music! and animatics!#everything was so bright and colorful and beautiful#and everyone had such cool designs for these book characters that I’d grown to love#so I took a chance and doodled a little Luo Binghe and posted him on here#and I was so taken aback by how welcoming and sweet the fandom was#it made me wanna keep taking chances and posting my art— because I think that’s one of the hardest things I’ve come to accept#that even if it’s not good enough for me#someone else may enjoy it#and ain’t it crazy that ive come to enjoy drawing again too#sure the interaction has been fun but it’s been even more fun experimenting with my style and experimenting with colors and rendering#and grayscale and angles#and composition and expressions#ahh!! art is so fun!! I forgot how fun it was!!#I had forgotten how much I loved to draw!!#and the fandom— so many ideas are exchanged and I’ve met some of the loveliest people thru the sv fandom!#tgcf too but they’re a little less chill lmao#anyways#I’ve set up a little spot in the fandom and I plan to keep at it here it’s very nice and cozy and funny and warm#huge thanks to everyone for being so kind and welcoming#and an even bigger thanks to anyone who’s interacted with my art#I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that someone took the time out of their day to like/repost these silly little doodles I post#incredible. ok bye for now :)#svsss#bingqiu
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you and newly hard-of-hearing katsuki learn sign language together after the war. he insists that his hearing is just fine, dammit, but he finds himself relying on your lips more and more; finds himself missing comments and cues. the world is muffled in a way that puts him off-kilter.
you sign up for classes together. he's frustrated, at first–"i'm fucking slurring my words"–but he's determined. the two of you spend hours together, studying across from each other on the couch, practicing vocabulary.
with time, he warms up to it. you watch him settle into it, growing more expressive with practice. the two of you start signing to each other, even around your friends. he loves signing snarky comments nobody else can hear, especially when you two are in public (and he loves being able to show affection without anyone else having to hear)
anyway yea HOH bakugo! pro hero lord explosion murder being loved by the deaf/hoh community! by deaf children!

#telling you that he loves you is hard#but signing makes it easier for him to be affectionate#send tweet#needed to get this out before i forgot#bakugou katsuki#bnha imagines#dee writes#bakugou katsuki x reader
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Okay so about those headcanons-
I believe ascending to god-hood in Great God Grove is heavily Tied to a persons mental health, whole post is under read-more for the sake of everyone, poorly written ramblings by someone that struggles to write out thoughts below with some doodles (obviously spoilers too!) :
Aka dumb idiots who girl-rot (/silly) and don't handle their internal issues end up ascended in the realms hours to DAYS after the event instead of immediately after like in the case of King. In my headcanon this is because a gods new form is tied to who they are, and if you hate yourself, don't know who you are, or think you're nothing, it'll effect how you turn out, fighting with other aspects of how you see yourself for dominance. The harder the struggle to create a form, the more of a recoup period for said god to actually start being able to do things- think about it like recovering from exertion or from being sick.
This of course can lead to some problems for the said gods with more problems than others, like Inspekta:
He fears being nobody, dying, leaving nothing behind, and being forgotten- and when he ascended he quite literally lost his whole torso and his tail popped off! hands possibly representin' the others that propped him up! Finally waking up after ascending I'd take it he took his form rather poorly and actually needed extra time to recover *emotionally* before anything on top of the time needed to pop into full existence as a god. I believe when the other gods saw his entrance into the realm, it was quite literally him dropping in from a long ways up with a thud for the jacket and his head bouncing away (really silly, like a ball). while being able to put it together for the other gods he ended up really struggling about what he'd become in private.
Another god i believe may have had issues with ascending is not surprisingly, Click Clack. A god i feel in his human life spent making himself palatable and burying editing out how he felt about things and being unnoticed. Also wouldn't be surprising some of the burying editing came in during the time between him and Thespius ascended, his lover was above them now, after all! I actually drew how i envisioned his entrance to the god realm, because i'm biased.
like a sudden ink spill appeared after a while and he crawled out, exhausted.
anyway i've rambled incoherently enough hope u enjoyed my nonsense and the doodles [explodes]
#great god grove#ggg inspekta#ggg click clack#ggg thespius#ggg spoilers#ggg miss mitternacht#wish i was better at writing my thoughts its a bit of a mess#but oh well! c'est la vie#fun fact the drawings of cc appearing in the realm was like the 2nd thing i drew of ggg its been here good second#also calling my ass out on last post “all the non hc doodles except one” NUH UH YOU FORGOT THE CURSED ONES.#those exist too they just suck completely so u forgot they existed lol#but yeagh. anyway#i think about these two specifically w god hood becuase of [gestures] lOOK#miss mitternacht is telling thespius Click clack's gonna be fine in that last image btw for context. she's seen some rough entrances before
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Levi doesn't mind helping you study, but you definitely get distracted with him. Sometimes he has to be a little strict with you or you're not gonna get anything done. It becomes very apparent that you're really not trying to memorize the content of the flashcards he's holding up, because he keeps meeting your eyes instead of seeing you read what you wrote.
"Don't look at me, look at the card," he finally says when you take a bit too long to recall what's on the back of the card.
"I can't help it! You keep looking at me first." You huff, hunching over with your face in your hands.
"It's to make sure you actually read..." Levi sighs and ruffles your hair despite your protests.
"I give up. i can't focus, you're just too pretty--"
"That's not a valid excuse," Levi deadpans, ignoring your pout. "Hey, c'mon. You need to know this for tomorrow."
"Ugh, okay..." you trail off in thought, pursing your lips as he holds up the card again.
"Tell me the answer," he encourages. You frown before slowly reaching over and moving his hand so that the card covers his face.
It marginally works. Less so distracted by his expectant gaze, you manage to offer a partial explanation to the prompt on the card. Though he doesn't look too satisfied.
"It's closer than you've been the last ten minutes." He murmurs with an exasperated sigh.
"Hey, just keep your pretty face covered and I won't get distracted! I'll get better, I swear."
The corner of his mouth twitches. "Is it really that distracting?"
"Obviously! i think anyone would be with how pretty--"
"Nevermind, I shouldn't have asked."
"Just take the compliment already, god." You grin at him and he shakes his head, the tiniest smile painting his lips.
"Fine. Thank you," he says, tone laced in sarcasm as he holds the next card up over his face. "Answer it before I start making you rewrite these instead."
#wow gee i wonder what inspired this DFHGJKDFHGJKDFH#levi ackerman x reader#love posting fics in the middle of the night!!!!!!!!!#drabbles#uhh sorry i didnt capitalize shit i just wanted to write it before i forgot FJCJDJFJ ILL EDIT LATE
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The mouth on Sukuna's stomach is 100% connected to his actual mouth, so whenever you're riding it he can still taste you. But it also processes tastes differently than a normal mouth, so sometimes you taste different. It's a meager difference but Sukuna notices and drops whatever he was doing, using all four of his arms to pull you up onto his face so he can get a second taste ♡
#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#he's so fine I want him to ruin me 🥲#this popped into my head and I had to write it#before I forgot it lmao
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Bellatrix Star
A TaliaxDanny idea that came to me.
Damian, Bruce, and the rest of the bats discover the Talia al Ghul they had been fighting against, the one that cloned her own son, had the clone kill him, plant a control device in him when he broke his spine, etc etc was actually not the real Talia al Ghul.
Turned out Ra's had cloned her and killed the original when she discovered his little plans to take over Damain's body and she confronted him about it. Ra's had to make a clone when after tossing a dead Talia into the pits but never returned (he meant to kill her as a warning, as a "you may be my blood but will not hesitate to end you Talia.") It explains so much to Damian when remembers how out of nowhere his mother changed, her training him changed from harsh to deadly, the soft motherly love she would give him when behind closed doors suddenly stopped, the tales she would spin for him about his father no longer whispered to him for bed.
How this was find out?
Well it's hard to ignore the facts that when your foolish grandfather in his quest for immortality summons an eldritch being known as the Ghost King into the Mortal Realm and uses Damian as a sacrifice while his (not) mother watches emotionless.
When the being appeared, plunging the room from green glowing flames and the glow of the Lazarus Pits into darkness before a cosmos exploded to life, its glowing green eyes snapped open in the stars and stared at them all. Making every single one of them feel small, so very small.
It took a single glance around the room before stopping on the al Ghul's. It's eyes widen before a steel and firm look entered them. Just as quick as the cosmos sprang to life, it suddenly swirled away into a ball, putting them all back into the Lazarus room,and reformed in front of them to a more humanish height and body.
When the body, around the height and build of Batman, was done forming it took a step forward and suddenly as one blinked a man stood in front of them. Or rather floated. Snow white hair that flickered and wisped towards a crown made of fire and ice, glowing green eyes that held none of the madness but all of the power the Lazarus Pits could give. His clothing were tailored made that were tastefully a mixture of black and white with some silvers and greens, clothes fit for a King one would say. The cosmos that once engulfed the room had shifted into a cloak that hanged around his body, on one side more than the other (think like how CW wears his only the hood is down).
This, this was no doubt the Ghost King, he stood tall and regal and made everyone in the room feel the need to look down, to bow ones head for even just a moment. Even Ra's had trouble disobeying the urge to do so.
"Well..." the being said, his voice deep but not as gravely as Batman's was "What an interesting way to meet my In-Laws and Step-Son..."
He has said that as he looked towards the al Ghul's. Damian flinched back with a frown of confusion and disbelief while Ra's looked panicked for a second when the words registered into his mind, meanwhile Talia... looked emotionless and barely even twitched.
"What the fu-?" Someone began only to stop when the King lifted his hand and with a snap of his fingers a green portal appeared, it looked almost like the Lazarus Pits but it felt... cleaner? Less angry?
"My Bellatrix, my warrior star. I believe I've been summoned to your home dimension. And judging by the looks of it your father created a barely functioning Mirror of you and planned on using your son as a sacrifice to me." He spoke out towards the portal before holding his hand out.
A hand appeared from the portal, a slender hand and with green and black painted nails manicure to perfection before someone walked through it as they took hold of the Ghost King's offering hand.
Standing in front of them was another Talia, only this one looked a tad older than the one in the room. She wore clothing that matched the King to a T but even then, as always, Talia looked deadly in it. Beautiful but very deadly. From the heels she wore to the crown upon her head, a crown made of not ice and fire but of stars and black jewels. Her eyes were sharp as she stared at everyone in the room, frown on her painted lips, but her eyes lit with a small soft joy when she saw Damian only for them to turn poisonous when they landed on Ra's and the other Talia nearby.
"I should had know you would had created a Mirror of me instead of admitting to my son you killed me Father." Queen Talia spat out. "The least you could had done was not make my Mirror so cheaply, it doesn't even have a proper soul attached to it."
#danny phantom#danny fenton#blue rambles#crossover#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#i forgot Danny and Talia's ship name#Talia was killed when she confronted her father when she found out his plans to take over her son's body#she was tossed in the pits and was meant to return to life but a portal opened up as she was brought back#she landed in Danny's garden and in a Pit Rage attacked any ghost in sight#Danny was called in noticed the Rage and knocked her out before taking her to Frostbite#they find out she is very liminal#like near halfa levels like she just needs something to kill and bring her back at the same time levels.#Talia raged and wept when she woke up#she was told she was in the Infinite Realms and what the Lazarus Pits actually were and that they were going to try to find her a way home#but because the Infinite Realms were well Infinite it was like looking for a needle in haystack#it takes a while and some talks with Jazz but Talia eventuality begins to try to make the most of her life within the Infinite Realms#and the only world is was always connected to#she does eventually fall for Danny though. things happened and Talia can sense her love for Bruce fizzle out and begin to grow for Danny#who never once asked her to change her deadly and swift ways#Danny was the Ghost King now. he understands that sometimes a quick and hard hand needs to be used.he is a fair and just King not a doormat#Danny accidentally called Talia Bellatrix one day. after the female warrior star in the sky. she is deadly and beautiful to him#Talia liked it a lot and well showed him how much she liked it#eventually they date and get married. Talia is in charge of the spy network for the Kingdom encase of anyone gets any bright ideas#Talia loves her new life. the one without her father or Bruce trying to control or changer her. She wishes for Damian though still.#Danny's been on the look out for her world when she told him everything. He wants to meet and learn about his step-son#he hopes he'll like the 'I'm sorry I married your mother without your permission but I would love your blessing.' gifts he had commissioned
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