#i hope its okay for me to tag this like this

[ashlovesfood]

You Make Me Wanna Come In A Good Way.

Tags: Cute restaurant date, pampering, spoiling, money money money, teasing, pet names, love hotel, face sitting, squirting, Bruce eats you out like no tomorrow, your pleasure first before his, black lingerie, clit stimulation, nipple rubbing, riding his nose, LOVE.

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Y’know when you get that sickly feral need to just go to town on someone? Well, it’s happening to Bruce.

Today was special, he was going to surprise you with so many damn gifts it would make your head spin. The day called for pampering and shopping, along with a nice dinner date for the two of you, super cute right? Time flowed by like water, gleaming sunlight that warmed your skin turned into the frigid chill of the night. Stars were gleaming through the black cloak, like little dots that told a story every night. Bruce’s manor showed every single detail of Gotham, one of your favorite parts of the house.

“Doll are you finished?” He appeared at the door frame, looking to see if you were done getting ready. Oh, you looked so fucking beautiful to Bruce, he couldn’t stop staring at your face. “Hmm? Oh B! ‘M almost finished just oneeee seconddd..” You clasped the back of your earrings on your earlobe, the sparkly crystals dangling made the light shine on them. Your gaze looked up at him, smiling at how he put the time in to get ready. Bruce had already spoiled you with a cute necklace, the back of the piece being engraved with ‘Wayne’ to show you were his. “Brucey? Your staringgg..” He zoned back into reality, smiling at your beautiful appearance. The dress he chose for you fit you perfectly, the backless design was suited for you, and the deep neckline? Basically all dolled up for him to eat..

“Let’s go love. I’ll grab your bag, okay?” You nodded, spraying perfume on your pulse points before checking the mirror once more. Bruce was starting the engine of his black mercedes, the loud rev telling reminding you to get in the car. Your high heels clacked against the floorboards of the manor, rushing towards the car in the front. He was patiently waiting for you on the passengers side, smiling as he saw you come out. You were about to open the door yourself but Bruce interrupted you. “Please, allow me.” He opened the door, letting you slide into the car while he closed your side.

He slipped into the driver's side, placing his hands onto the wheel. “Are you ready for tonight, handsome?” You smirked, rubbing your hand on his thigh, slightly teasing him. He tensed at the sudden contact, a small fire being lit inside his stomach, his mind taking a mental note. Bruce’s hand slid down to yours as he drove, mindlessly rubbing circles on the back of your hand while he drove, focusing on the road. A soft playlist you made for nights like these was playing, the song ‘Rearrange My World’ by Daniel Caesar coming on. You hummed the lyrics while admiring the streets of Gotham, how it wasn’t the best city but had its moments where everything was peaceful and okay made it special to you. Tonight was so serene, maybe it could’ve been like this all the time .

“Bun we’re here.” Bruce tapped your palm, looking at your face when you realized. A cute shocked expression made him smile, he took you to your favorite restaurant. Coffee and Champagne was a special restaurant that laid in your heart, you went there on special occasions with family or friends, but recently your time was occupied with life. “Bruce! I, oh my gosh this brings back so many memories..” You got out of the car, letting the sudden flood of memories come right back into your mind as you stared at the building. “Hope you enjoy it m’love, wanted to make this extra special for you.” He grabbed your hand, leading you into the entrance.

The employee smiled at both of you, guiding you towards a table under the light. You both sat down, having a conversation about what to order, but then a small fire in Bruce’s stomach grew. Your heel was rubbing his calf, the fabric stopping you from teasing his skin. He gave you a serious look before returning to the waiter, giving your orders. They walked away, making you slide your foot onto his thigh, the flames blazing higher and higher . He grabbed your ankle, stopping you from rubbing him when the waiter arrived with your food. “ Watch. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be begging for it, sweets…” Your face flushed with heat, his words being sent straight down to your cunt, the arousal dampening your panties. You sipped on the champagne that Bruce bought for the both of you, sending him a dangerous look before continuing on with your meal. He finished his meal, calling the waiter over for the check. Your dish was nearly finished, your stomach being full from the food. “I can’t wait to see what you do tonight, ‘m just itching to know..”

That was his last moment before the flames burned inside him, he placed a hefty stack of bills on the check and dragged you out of there, walking towards the love hotel near the corner.

You struggled to keep up with his pace, so he picked you up bridal style , walking into the hotel. “Hi. Can I get your most expensive room please?” You grabbed his wallet, placing a couple hundred bucks on the counter, watching as the worker eagerly took it and handed him a key. Bruce practically ran to the room, giving you the key to unlock the door.

He closed it with his body, shifting your legs around his waist so he could kiss you. “Mmph.. Fuck. Dirty little thing teasing me like that in the restaurant? Oh just watch..” Bruce walked towards the bed , sitting on the edge while holding you in his arms, a sloppy make out session happening between you two . He laid down onto the mattress, your thighs locking around his torso, holding onto his inky black locks. You broke the kiss, panting to grasp a deep breath for your lungs.

“ Sit on m’ face doll..” He gripped your hips, squishing your body through the fabric of your dress. You gasped when Bruce practically tore your dress into shreds, revealing the cute floral black set you wore underneath to surprise him. If he wasn’t hard before, he is now. Bruce slapped your ass cheek, making you jolt forward near his face. “Bruce! I- I don’t wanna suffocate you..” You hid behind your hand, covering your embarrassment with your palm. “Baby. I can assure you, you're not going to kill me this way. Even if you did, that’s the best way to kill me.” He reassured you, gently rubbing your skin to soothe your mood. You took a lot of courage to move, but eventually did so. It was a sight to behold, the scene of your sex about to sit on top of his face was something that burned into his memory forever. You nervously hovered over his face, unsure if you really wanted to sit on it. “But Brucey..” You looked down into his eyes, watching as his pupils dilated, looking like giant hearts in an azure sea. He grabbed the fleshy globes of your ass, pulling you down to sit.

You screamed, feeling the wet muscle suck on your little bundle of nerves, his teeth grazing your soaked folds. Your juice dripped down into his mouth like a fountain, the liquid that cured his parched mouth. “Mmnghh..!!” He growled into your little hole, prodding at the ring of muscle with his tongue. Bruce’s taste buds were beautifully blessed by you, your whole body was a meal to him.

The first orgasm of the night ripped you into pieces, euphoria shining through mending it all back together. His hands groped your flesh, feeling you up and down as he rubbed the underside of your boobs. His fingers danced on the tips of your nipples, one hand grounding into your meaty thigh to balance your body. “Bruce! Oh fuck..! ‘Mcumminggg-!” You squirted right into his mouth, the juices of your slick and cum quenched his thirst, Bruce feeling himself leaking in his pants. Your thighs clenched his head tightly while you rode on his face, the bridge of his nose helping you stimulate your clit, jolts of pleasure riding through your body. Bruce sucked and licked on your poor cunt so much, the noises in the room were probably heard from other rooms. You got off his face, lying next to him while you tried to recover. “You taste better than anything in the world angel. Hope tonight was special enough for you, I love you to the moon and back.”

A/N Think i’m gonna release my intro post sooonnnn (✿◠‿◠)

[starlos-soulmate]

Have ya kissed anyone?

Finished this big woopah. What I've been leading up to. Their first kiss, on the clifftop. As said before, after Starlo's heartbreak, he never really dated anyone else. He doesn't have that life experience. He's terrified because of that. Meanwhile Pancake has had a ton of relationships, from people she kicked out of her life to people she was still friends with. If this relationship fell through, she'd be done for the unforeseeable future. And she didn't want that to happen, not with Starlo whom she loved so freaking dearly.

Giving him the time and patience was something they both needed. It helped Starlo figure out what he wanted and how to act and ask. And it gave Pancake time to process everything thats happened to her. This kiss meant more to them than they realized. An offer, an invitation, and an acceptance, a willingness. It's terrifying but it's worth it

Hope ya like. Transcript under cut

first page:

Pancake: "Ya ready big guy?"

Starlo: "Mhm!"

P: [starts laughing]

second page:

P: [still laughing] "Ya missed? Ya got my nose!"

P: "I- are you okay?"

S: [thinking] 'Oh no I messed up. I messed up and oh no oh no-'

S: "No.... Its m' first time... I-I never-"

P: "O-oh, I'm sorry. I thought that the nose kiss was cute. Had no idea. But-"

P: "Not like, a dare or an offer or-?"

S: "Nope! Jus' never got kissed!"

third page

P: "Wait... so that means..."

P: "I could teach ya!"

S: "WAI-"

P: "hey, hey. Its okay..."

P: "Do you want me to teach you?"

page four

S: "I-i mean- Y-yeah please!"

P: "Alright, alright! Calm down..."

P: "I gotcha..."

"Sweet thing..."

page five

[after kissing]

P: "Was- was that good?"

S: [flustered] "Mhm..."

Tagging: @knightoflove @sarahs-malewives @botanists-little-cookie

@moxanji-real @gibles-lovely-selfships

@jocelynships @dudeshusband

@princess-hope-selfships

@ghost--girlfriend @pinkdinkydoon

@vergils-beloved @mandrakebrew

@starshroom-doodles @rockstars-soulmate

@space-sweetheart @sparklings-husband @catships777

@boyfriendblogging @mrs-bluemarine

@aego-philautia @gideongrovel

@francinekisser @wuffverine

@sparkyscissorhands @faerie-circle-ships

@bloodsoakedapples @severants

@patchestpk @meleebites

@antonias-beloved

[ghostlandtoo]

i was tagged by @marviless for wip wednesday and!! i have been working on a buddie pac rim for the last several weeks while buddie canon is playing out on screen, and i'm so excited to be done with it! (only... a third of the way there...) tagging @effervescentwolf and @fastcardotmp3 if they have anything they'd like to share ^_^

“Eddie is here,” Bobby begins, his voice quiet in a way that makes Buck’s insides freeze and shrink, “because Marshal Grant was hoping he’d be a viable replacement for me.”

“Replacement?” Buck croaks out. The pain in his leg aggravates as he steps wrong, and it’s only Bobby’s arm around his waist that keeps him standing. 

“For me,” Bobby says again. He brings them to a stop in the middle of the hallway, turning so he can look Buck in the eyes. “I’m getting old, kid.”

“But you’re not— You’re okay, right?” Buck asks, his voice high and tight. He knows it’s panic that’s wrapping itself around him; he knows it’s Bobby’s steady calm that bleeds through him. His brain fights against it, like the immune system fights off a foreign body. “The radiation hasn’t progressed, Whiskey’s power core is—”

“Buck,” Bobby says, and it brings him to a stop. He places a hand on Buck’s shoulder. “I’m fine, okay? But I’m getting old, and I’m not carrying as much of the load as I used to. Haven’t you noticed?”

Buck has. He’s ignored it, like he’s ignored every migraine and bloody nose he had after deploying in Whiskey Lightning. Bobby is there, in the back of his head, holding up the right side and moving the jaeger with him, but Buck’s felt the strain of it. He figured it was a fair trade-off. As long as Bobby was in the space next to him, Buck would carry that load.

“You can’t—” Buck starts, only for all his words to fail him. In the back of his head is Bobby, the worry-concern-love that Buck is so used to. For a moment, he imagines its absence. 

It’s terrifying.

“You can’t leave me,” Buck says, insistent. “I’m not— You’re the only one I ever matched with, Bobby. It’s not gonna work out. Just let me take the load. I can handle it.”

“That’s not your decision to make, kid,” Bobby says, kindly. The hand on his shoulder squeezes. “C’mon, I got heat packs in my room for your leg.”

After a moment of resisting, a tree rooted to the spot, Buck lets Bobby keep guiding him down the hall. His leg still hurts, but that’s secondary. Bobby is right next to him, arm around his waist, but Buck knows—it’ll be an empty space soon.

[lotusloong]

Can you maybe write MKR!Wukong confessing his feelings to the reader? Please?

Gentle Pace

Relationship: MKR!Sun Wukong X Female Harpy!Reader

AN: Hoooo okay I am very sorry for how long it took to get this out, the past two-ish weeks have been pretty hectic irl, so my writing has been suffering a little. I finally got this done tho, I really hope you like it! I did try to get him to actually confess but MKR!Wukong was just like 'no im too emotionally guarded' so I got the closest thing to it.

Tags: Fluff, Sort of love confessions

Read it on AO3!

The fire crackles and flickers light over him, its warmth seeping into his bare feet. His hands are folded in front of him as he tries, and fails, to meditate.

Things had been quiet since the defeat of Yuandi, and Wukong feels the creeping dread of suspicion settling into his bones once more. Any day now, any moment, there's going to be another attack from yaoguais looking to steal his Master away. He knows it's coming, but that doesn’t stop the feeling of unease that the calm before the storm leaves him with.

Despite his efforts to meditate, he feels restless. His tail keeps twitching where it curls in the grass behind him, the only thing keeping it flat on the ground being the tiny fruit spirit curled up with the limb, using his fur as a blanket. Further behind him in the tree line, you sit and make up your sleeping area for the night. Wukong peeks at you over his shoulder, watching with quiet fascination as you make a pseudo-nest in the branches of a tree to get comfortable. Your colorful tail feathers dangle from the branch you sit on as you tie branches and leaves together, lining the semi circular shape with cloth from a bedroll you had purchased and subsequently tore into pieces. Every time your group moves on you collect all the fabric pieces you can, storing them in a bag to use for your next night of camping.

You look up from your little nest, meeting his eyes. He startles, looking back at the fire in front of him and trying in vain to stop the blush from rising in his cheeks. His ears twitch as he hears you glide down from your spot, your form settling down next to his in the soft grass. 

“You look lonely.” You tease. Wukong scoffs in mock offense, crossing his arms and scowling at the fire. 

“I'm the Monkey King, a yaoguai with power equal to heaven. I don't get lonely.” He huffs.

“Could have fooled me.”

“I have Fruitie.” You spare a glance at the tiny spirit just as he rolls off Wukong's tail, hands reaching for a fallen leaf in his sleep that he brings closer to cuddle, promptly snapping the dried material into little pieces. The little guy is drooling on the grass.

“Seems like good company.” You grin. His eyes dart down to your lips, wondering not for the first time how soft they must feel. They look soft, he thinks he would enjoy feeling them against his own…

Wukong jolts, glaring off into the starry night sky and hoping you won't notice his blush. Or if you do, that you'll blame it on the heat of the fire. The silence stretches on as you sit together, your presence bringing comfort to him he didn’t want to admit he craved. Your smell surrounds him, the sound of your steady, even breaths soothing his own nerves. His claws twitch in his lap, the desire to reach out to you and hold you prickling at his skin.

Would you let him? If he reached his hand out right now, just to set it on top of yours and gently pull you closer and into his lap, would you let him? Your sweet face tucked into the safety of his own neck, his lips able to press against the crown of your head…

The rustling of feathers catches his attention. You’ve unfolded one of your wings from your back, laying the limb out in your lap to preen and fix the feathers. They look so soft and colorful, and Wukong finds he (not for the first time) wants to trail his fingers over them all, to see what kind of sound you would make with his touch on such a sensitive part of you…

And then your fingers reveal a spot missing feathers, the skin underneath still rough and scarred. Wukong remembers how it happened, watching you soaring through the air to try and save Fruitie, to pull the tiny spirit to safety where Yuandi wouldn’t be able to follow, only for a dark tendril to spear into your wing. You had screamed and went spiraling, crashing into the dirt far from Wukong, where he couldn’t protect you-

He frowns.

You notice. You always notice when his mood changes.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” You whisper. He glances up at you, your eyes earnest and genuine as you try to reassure him. He looks away, huffing hot air from his nose in response.

“I didn’t say anything.” He grumbles.

“You didn’t have to.”

He huffs again, shoulders tense. Why are you so good at reading him? Why does he let you so close?

Wukong sighs, the tension draining from him and replaced with weariness. He knows why.

You suddenly stand up next to him and pat him on the head, fingers weaving through his soft fur. He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow and forces himself not to chitter in pleasure at the feeling of you petting him.

“Come on. Let’s go for a soar, get some of that pent up energy out of you.” With that you step away from the fire, stretching your arms high above your head and letting your wings stretch open to their full length. He watches where he still sits - the colors of your feathers look dazzling in the firelight. You glance over your shoulder at him, a coy smile on your lips.

“Well?” You call, a challenging tone to your voice. Wukong jolts, blinking rapidly before jumping into the air, summoning his cloud beneath him to land on. He glances at where Fruitie is still curled up, his broken leaf still clutched in his tiny hands. His gaze moves to Master Tang under a tree at the edge of the camp, his sleeping face peaceful.

Satisfied, he nods to himself and turns back to you, smirking deviously.

“Bet I could catch you.” He growls low in his throat, lowering himself into a crouched position on his cloud. Your eyes widen at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks. You giggle, and with a snap of your wings you're off the ground, speeding away from him.

Wukong takes off after you, the chill night breeze invigorating him as he gives chase.

One of his favorite things about your late night flying sessions together? You’re one of the few beings he knows (and enjoys the company of) that can keep up with his speed. You’re far ahead of him already, wings spread wide and gaining more distance with every flap. He doesn’t have to force himself to slow down to give you a chance of winning your game, you push him to actually use up his energy. 

You give him a challenge.

He loves it.

He somersaults over the reaching branches of a tree and lands on a new cloud, eyes never leaving you. You glance back at him, smiling with teeth and giving him a cheeky wave from your safe distance. The familiar feeling of competition floods through his veins and Wukong urges himself to go faster, pushing more power into his cloud. You follow suit, arching your wings high and pushing yourself higher up towards the cloud layer above you both. He watches as your tail feathers disappear above the puffy whiteness and turns his cloud to follow.

The dazzling sight of the milky way greets him above the cloud layer, the moon bright and full where it sits. Your colorful feathers seem to glisten under the light, and Wukong feels breathless as he watches you dive and arch through the air before him. 

The chase seems less important now, as he flies closer to you and spins in unison with your own form. You laugh in glee, following his circle as you move through the air, the wind rushing past you both. Your hands stretch towards him, and he doesn't hesitate for a moment before he's grabbing you back, the two of you spinning around and around with the stars around you. Energy courses through his veins and leaves him excited, your smell on the wind and your smile across from him. 

He slows down, gently tugging your warm hands into following his motions. You follow his lead and let yourself come to a gentle stop in the air, your feet coming to rest on his cloud. 

“Done already?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. “Growing old, Monkey King?” Wukong gives an amused huff at your words, rolling his eyes even as he grins at you. 

“Not done, just…wanted to take a moment.” He admits. You cock your head to the side in question but don't pull away. He's thankful for it, his heart beating a million miles a second as he watches you. 

You go out of your way to help him and his…emotional difficulties. He knows he's a hard ass, Bajie wouldn't hesitate to bad mouth him to anyone who would listen, but you always seem to have patience for him. More than that, you actually empathize with him, trying to help him understand his frustrations and anger when it's too much. 

It hadn't been his idea to go on nightly flights over the world when he grew tense, but yours. You had taken one look at him that first night, tail flicking in irritation and a snarl on his lips, before clapping your hands and demanding he go flying with you. He had resisted at first, unwilling to leave his Master and suspicious of your intentions still. You knew how to read him even then though, and had challenged him with no hesitation to prove that he could fly better. 

Since then it has become your little ritual, a way for the two of you to get away from everyone else when things are too much.

Wukong wishes he had a way to tell you all this, how much he appreciates your presence and help. How much he's come to rely on your steady, calm demeanor compared to his feisty vengeful one. 

How much you mean to him. 

His hand comes up between the two of you, reaching for your cheek before he freezes, uncertainty making him second guess himself. 

Your eyes follow his movement, and for one heart stopping moment he thinks this is it, you're going to scoff at him and pull away. That you'll glare and call him a ‘bastard monkey’ for daring to even think such soft thoughts about you. He's a brute, a greedy yaoguai that would break something as gentle as you…

But you don't do that. 

You step closer to him, your own hand coming up to grip him by the wrist and bring it up to your face. His breath catches in his throat and he swallows, eyes locked with yours. He feels the gentle pressure of your lips on the pad of his pointer finger, followed by pressure on his middle, then his ring and then his pinky. His thumb is the last to get a kiss, and you trail those incredibly gentle lips down to his palm and finally the soft inner part of his wrist where you hold it. 

Your eyes never leave his the whole time.

When you're finished, you place his hand on your cheek on purpose, nuzzling against his calloused skin like it's the best thing you've ever felt, your eyes fluttering closed. He shudders in delight, closing his eyes as he savors the feeling of your skin under his rough claws. It’s overwhelming, just this simple touch has him losing himself. He wants more, but he can’t, you’re too soft, too right and comfortable. It’s dangerous to feel this way.

Not that he even deserves your affection if he can’t even say the damn words clawing at the back of his throat.

“I…I want…” He chokes, frustrated with himself. His free hand curls into a fist as his brow furrows in concentration. Why is this so hard? How did you make it look so easy? It’s a perfect moment even - the moon shining bright above you both with an endless starry sky, white puffy clouds under your feet. This is the kind of moment that hopeless romantics dream of when it comes to romance, to have a confession in such a beautiful place. 

He wants to tell you, he wants to share the quiet spaces of his stone heart with you and only you…if you would have him.

“Wukong.” You come to his rescue, as usual. “It’s alright.”

“Huh?”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything you aren’t ready for.” You whisper to him, like it’s a secret only the two of you will ever share. A growl reverberates through his chest, anger directed at himself. 

“I want to. I want to tell you…to-...let you know-” His fur ruffles and puffs up with agitation, and he shakes himself to get rid of the response. You hide a smile into his palm still cupping the curve of your cheek. He can feel your breath against his pulse.

“We have time.” You say, looking at him with such certainty he almost believes you.

“But-...but I…”

“Wukong. I’ll let you set the pace. We can go as fast or slow as you feel comfortable with.” A nerve is soothed inside him, your gentle reassurance more than what he could have asked for.

“And what about…about k-kissing, or-” He lets his remaining anxiety slip out, craving your soothing words. Your own hands come up to cup his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing the line of black on his cheekbones. He all but melts into your touch. He could slip through the cloud layer and fall to earth right now and he’d be content. 

“Whenever you’re ready. You can kiss me now, or tomorrow, or 500 years from now. I will wait.” Heat rises to your own cheeks, your gaze turning shy at your own words. “If all you can do right now is this-”

You use one hand to gesture around you both before bringing it back to his cheek, where he craves for it to stay.

“Joining me at beautiful sights and l-letting me hold you…h-holding me back…” Your smile makes his stomach flutter. “Then that’s enough. It’ll always be enough.”

A small, scared voice in the depths of his soul finally quiets at your words. You mean it. He can take his time to explore this with you, to learn to trust these feelings you ignited in him. He follows his instincts, moving both his hands to your waist and pulling you closer, chest to chest. He lets his forehead rest against your own, your breath mingling and your fingers still playing with the fur on his head.

“Thank you. I promise…I’ll get there.” 

The two of you stand there, under the light of stars and moon, and revel in your new shared secret.

[songsofadelaide]

tags and content warnings: pre-ch. 236, clan head reader, established relationship, angst and romance, coming together before parting ways.

lifted from ch. 4 of my fic asleep among endives.

The candlelight crackled softly between you and your husband, the heat scaring away the chill of this December night. The silver moonlight only seeped into a crack between the closed doors. Your clan's estate was subsequently vacated, its residents ushered to Kyoto to live under the wing of the existing Gojo Clan. In a sense, it was like you and Satoru were the only people in the world at that very moment.

"Oh? Are you actually sleepy already?" You teasingly asked Satoru, who lay motionless on your futon, his yukata haphazardly closed. On your desk were two letters that looked to have been completed only recently. "Are these for…?"

His expression was quiet and a bit unreadable, but you could sense the gravity of the moment from the way his eyes clenched close. The all-seeing eyes he's had ever since he was born have never failed him, but for once in his life, he wanted to turn them off for good. You did not speak for a while, the crackling of the little spark filling the silence of the night.

"I heard your brother already spoke to the people at home," he started, referring to his clansmen in Kyoto. "My family will keep yours safe, regardless of—"

"No, don't speak of likelihoods. You promised," you said, cutting him off from speaking any further. "You and I... We're not saying goodbye tonight."

"Of course not," Satoru chuckled to himself. He was prompted to sit up from his languorous recline when you slowly lowered yourself to straddle him, licking his lips in anticipation as he received you in his arms. Yet all of the mischief he felt receded as you faced him with eyes shining with tears that had yet to fall.

"I would trade lives with you if I could. If I could spare you from this…"

He opened his mouth to argue, but he bit his tongue. Rather than miring this evening with arguments and rhetoric, he held back, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. The silence spoke volumes of the comfort he felt whenever he was around you, and it was louder than any words could convey.

Yet you knew deep down that there was no sparing him from this. His lot in life had been decided ever since he was born, ever since he tipped the delicate balance of Jujutsu society. You merely took comfort in the fact that you were one of the very few things he chose for himself. He was never a firm believer in fate, even from before, but you knew he must have thanked his lucky stars countless times now for blessing him with another half he actually liked.

"I'll wait for you," you said, your voice hardly a whisper as you anchored yourself to him, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that shared a flavor of your intertwined past and the hope of a future yet uncertain. "Come home to me, okay?"

Satoru nodded. He nodded as he pulled you in for another kiss. He was in no position to make any promises, so he just said what you wanted to hear. Fortunately, it was all he wanted to say.

"I love you."

[kenobiwaned]

Thank you! Yeah, I didn't realize until I was typing this why I hate Pharazon so much on TRoP. I definitely hated him in The Silmarillion for what he does to Miriel and well...you know. But the show version set me off even more.

A first marriage with implied consent issues? The sundering of his child from half of their heritage, just because he resents aspects of said heritage?

It's Eol all over, and I HATE Eol. I hate him worse than Sauron, even though I know Sauron has unobjectively done worse. I hate him only slightly less than Morgoth.

Pharazon told Kemen that his mother prophesied that Kemen would "come to bad ends." Which could mean a couple of things:

Either she wasn't able to connect to her child. I wouldn't blame her for having trouble making that connection if Pharazon was abusing her (and we know canonically that he has zero problems abusing women). Or Pharazon twisted it, and she actually said something closer to "You, Pharazon will lead my child to bad ends" and then Pharazon took that as a "hold my beer" statement.

I still maintain that if Kevin becomes a nazgul it’s because Sauron got really drunk one night because he was moping over the two babes he fumbled (Celebrimbor and Galadriel) and his void!husband and anyway WORST HANGOVER EVER. /silliness

@verecunda may be amused.

[starryroe]

Sometimes, you will be annoyed and upset by people for no serious reason.

Online i see a lot of discourse about what you should do in this situation.

To me it's pretty simple:

if you are going to see this person every now and then, not really be their friend, only be in casual conversations with them, then telling them is bad.

if you are going to talk to this person constantly, if they are a friend, especially an important friend, or they keep trying to interact with you, then you should immediately tell them any sort of thing they do that has hurt you. Because by sitting silently they will just keep acting the same way they are doing and eventually you will start silently hating them and ruining your friendship.

As always this is nuance pilled. There are billions of possibilities for any sort of situation. But this general rule will help you have an active social life while also keeping friends and partners close to you.

And when you are helping someone close to you in a situation like this, then you should act depending on if the person they're upset as is in the first or in the second category as well, by the way.

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[skitastc]

Brownies❤

Ink!sans by Comyet

Palette Roller by angeutblogo

Paperjam by 7goodangel

Undertop!Gaster by stylincheetah

[rainyraisin]

Blue Stray on the brain…

First of prolly like. A billion pieces of fanart I want to draw for @tumble-witch ‘s Bread Girl AU!!!! I wanted to post a bunch at one time but I am so impatient lmao ITS BLUE STRAY HOURSSSS‼️‼️

Gotta draw Golden Beetle next I am 3-1 on Marinette vs Adrien drawings my boy needs some love 🙏🙏 (Im just a sucker for angst)

Went. Insane in the tags bc that’s the best way to yap 💖🌸

[felsicveins]

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do

[love-3-crimes]

HOLE-DWELLING HOLE-DWELLING HOLE-DWELLING

[cacaocheri]

this was supposed to be one drawing!! ONE DRAWING!!!!!!!!! but every time i draw them i can't stop i need to keep going

[waterfallofspace]

Will you PLEASEEEE make a caretaking audio? I just think it would be so sweet to listen to your take on a sick listener.

I was not entirely sure how to do this, and I don't really love my voice so it was a bit hard to imagine what this should be, but I tried to use the actual voice I use with people irl when they need comfort, mixed with a few of the phrases/pet names I'd normally use, all in all I hope this came off alright?~ is a little less 'listener' though a little more 'partner', scenario type deal, but I hope that's still comforting/good?~

[dagrapesody]

Little guys on head❤️💙

I remember being inspired by @desultory-novice when I drew this. I remember my inspo this time yeeaah!!!

[cheriboms]

call that an intergenerational language barrier 🙅