#idk how to properly respond with words so i respond with drawings

[moonavem]

looking at your art is rlly cool to me bc i've been in and around a lot of the same fandoms that you've been in & i can see the inspiration from all those places in what you make :) it's super neat because they blend together really well and make for a very unique vibe :D

Ahhhh ty!! Yeah I tend to be heavily influenced based on what fandoms I'm in. Glad it makes for a neat style! :D

have a wholesome drawing

[noellefan101]

Quiet Love

Characters: Xiao, Heizou, Cyno, Wanderer, Albedo x mute!reader

Summary: You're mute, and cant talk? not a problem for your partner, they can find other ways to communicate, and honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings: mute reader, kissing, most of them dont know sign language bc i said so and it makes this more interesting, idk man

Note: i feel like i accidentally made both the char and reader mute in some of them, I've tried to fix it though, so im sorry for that (and i also messed up some other shit im just missing brain cells n´ down bad) -love you

Xiao

Whom talks with you in touches and small notes.

He had seen no problem in your absence of speaking, he likes the quiet nights that you shared with him. The sounds of nature taking over your ears, it was nice, just standing beside you and looking out to the views of Liyue. he reaches out to hold your hand, though still not accustomed to the feeling, he does it anyway. and as his hand lightly squeezes yours, he feels your own squeezing his back, as if saying 'I love you'. your quiet conversations are sweet and only for you two to know about.

He leaves notes scattered around, as you do too. ones with little messages of your schedule and plans. ones written with more love than any other person could comprehend. notes shared between you and him. notes saying 'i loved that dish, could we make it again' and a reply under, 'of course, i'll do anything for you'. it seems simple and dumb, but a nice way to talk to each other anyway.

Heizou

Who likes when you just listen to him, and let him do anything he kind of wants to since you can't talk back, but he also loves when you just draw your thoughts on paper.

He loves to talk, but mostly loves when he gets to talk to you since you always listen to him so closely. he loves when he can just drag you to to places, but of course he's nice about it (kind of) and ask you if you wanna go to that new ramen shop that opened in the outskirts of Inazuma City, which he kind of answers for you because of course you do! in which you smile at (smile at him or else...)

He likes your little drawings, and especially when its a little puzzle he has to solve so he can understand what you're saying and loves to guess wrong purpose so he can get a reaction out of you. and even has a special sketchbook, that he keeps on him at all times. he also sometimes goes trough it and just smiles at all your little drawings. remembering the time that you drew it, and all the cute little faces you made when he teased you for how bad it looked.

Cyno

Who helps you talk with small drawings in the sand and learned sign language so he could communicate with you properly.

He's often out in the desert, and from time to time takes you with him. which makes it easy to express yourself when all you need is a stick, sometimes his spear if he lets you, and sand which is already in front of you at all times. the little drawings that symbol your love, so many hearts all over the sand it would be hard to count how many times you drew them. he gave you his cape at night when you were extra cold? you drew a heart around his feet as a 'thank u, i love you', in which he cutely (your words) responded with, "i love you too" right after.

Whom learned sign language just because he felt like you were left out a little, but also learned the wrong one at first so you had to help him and learn him some signs as well. but the first thing you learned him was how to say "i love you", but didn't tell him what it meant so you could do it without him noticing just for a little while longer.

Wanderer

Who hates being touched, but makes you touch his shoulder when you need something and gifts you a book so you can write to him when needed

He, despite hating when people touch him, he cant think of many other ways you could get his attention, so he wants you to touch him when you need him. it doesn't matter if he had an extra bad day, its the best way to get his attention, so touch him all you want. it is you after all, the love of his life, he would let you do whatever you wanted to do, just tap his shoulder and give him a few signs or point at something, anything you want you'll get.

Others would say that he would be annoyed at you for pushing a book up to his face every hour or so, but he surprisingly he doesn't get annoyed at all and "tolerates" you pretty well. in fact he loves when you just stand there and write in your little book, he thinks its adorable when you glare at him as a sign to wait for you to finish.

Albedo

Who is normally very quiet but when he's with you he loves to talk, but of course, he loves the times when it's just you and him sitting together in silence

He could be seen as quite shy if you didnt know him well, but when around you he was the complete opposite, talking about everything he did that day, was currently doing, what plans he had ext. he loves when you just listen to him, but if you ever tried pointing at smt to ask like yk 'whats this?' he would be overjoyed and you wouldn't be able to make him shut up for hours about that one thing.

He looked at you when you had put your hand in front of his sketchbook, you looked at him sweetly before kissing his cheek, catching him by surprise. he put down his sketchbook and kissed you back on your forehead. it was just a quiet moment between you two and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[livelaughlovesubs]

OKAY SO LIKE I WAS WATCHING BSD AGAIN SINCE I WAS BORED AND MY MIND SHIFTED TO SAIGIKU

His senses are like super heightened riight? SO THOUGHT HE'LL GET OVERWHELMED SO EASILY BY A FEW TOUCHES

WHAT ABOUT NOT A FEW TOUCHES? LIKE GETTING A BIT ROUGH WITH HIM?

POOR BABY GETS OVERWHELMED BUT IDK HE TRUSTS HIS LOVER VERY MUCH?😭💖💖

Whats that word ag ain

OVERSTIMULATION!

(I barely see ppl writing sub saigiku :(()

Ahhh, he’s so cute though, him with his ketchup Mayo hair ^^

Dom!reader x sub!jouno - reader is gender neutral (like always)

Warning: teasing, hand job?, tongue kiss, nipple play, sensory deprivation (cuz he blind-), overstimulation, spanking (thighs), hickeys, bites, scratching, a little manhandling

At first it was just kisses, gently brushing your lips against each other, like a couples first kiss. Your hands wandered around his body, taking the lead with suggestive touches. You cupped his face, after that your hands wandered to his waist to hold him as you two made out. The light touches made him feel fuzzy, it was as if you were teasing him with a feather. Fingers dancing across his chest, making short stops around his nipples to play with them properly. All of that was done with one finger, running up and down his torso or circling the area around his pink buds, you wanted to stimulate him with as little touches as possible.

It was to test the water, to see how much he’s enjoy it. Surprisingly, or as planned, he was already shaking. Jouno was just so sensitive whenever it came to you, and you utilised your advantage to the fullest. “Ughhmm~ y-y/nmHhm..!” He tried to call out to you, hoping that you’d stop with the games. In truth he was embarrassed about getting hard over something like this. Instead of responding as he wanted, you bit his bottom lip and pulled. The bit was harsh enough for it to become bruised and he yelped in surprise. “Ah-ahh..!?” You took the chance and shoved your tongue into his mouth, causing him to gag for a moment.

Then everything gradually became more aggressive, the once innocent pecks turning rougher. No longer were you only kissing him all shyly, instead, you grabbed his hair and locked your lips with his, causing him to be trapped in your arms. “Mhmm…guuhHgh!” He groaned, unable to hide the growing excitement he felt. That’s when one of your hands left his waist and moved up to his chest again, flicking his nipple before pinching it. You rolled it around between your fingers, watching it become harder the longer you play with it. Jouno immediately tried to move away, but your hand was still yanking on his hair. Poor boy couldn’t do anything but scratch your back while whining desperately.

“NghHH..~ mHHMhg!!” He tried to pull away again, a pathetic try to escape all those overwhelming sensations. The anticipation and fear was eating him from the inside, he had no idea what you would do to him next and it excited him. Not to mention how his senses were heightened compared to regular people, which did not help his current situation. His nails were digging into your skin, and it hurt, at least it would have hurt if you weren’t so focused on the male in front of you. You didn’t even noticed the new wounds he was inflicting upon your body at this point.

The other hand has been teasing his pelvis the entire time, now you finally went further than that and poked his tip. That action alone was enough to draw another moan out of the male, he was literally melting in your affection. It became even more noticeable after you began rubbing the head, running your thumb over his slit. Gosh, he was so sensitive there it was driving him insane~

After much consideration, you decided to be nice to him and released his locks. Some of his strands were ripped off by you and dropped to the mattress below you two. “GaaAhh..! Ughh, wah-ngHghh… y/n, yo-you..!” Saigiku pulled back the moment he noticed you loosening up your grip, face all blush and red while tears decorated his cheeks. Then he started trembling like crazy, all while complaining, “to-too much!! Ah, I-i can’t take… anymo-moreee!! ♡♥︎～”

How adorable, he’s like this already when you don’t even consider this the beginning? You couldn’t hold back a cheeky smile, the hand around his crotch moved even lower, this time slapping his thighs softly. The fingertips were covered in precum, so now there were strings connecting his inner thighs with your hand. Your other hand was groping his toned pecs now, while you leaned down and lined your lips up to his ear. “Your tits are like a girls~ aren’t they cute?” Then you licked his earlobes, coating them with saliva as they reddened. “No-Noo… stop, nghh, don’t tease me y-y/n! Tis’ too much.. ♡ ah-aAAhNHgg”

Not long after you trailed off and sucked on his neck, leaving behind as many hickeys as you pleased. You even took special care to place them there where others would see! Then you’d also mark and bite him, ravaging him like his body was a canvas for you to paint. He sobbed so sweetly, hiccuping and whimpering whenever you’d touch him a tad too much. His dick twitched around, sometimes even hitting his own tummy. The tip was a dark crimson due to all the relentless teasing, it was leaking precum uncontrollably. All this overstimulation was driving him into a corner, he was so close to begging you to let him cum.

Suddenly you pulled back entirely, ripping him of any stimulus he previously had. “Ah! Hu-hUghnn..!? Wait- why did you..Nhh, s-stop..?” He asked you, the expression he wore one of confusing and despair. Don’t stop, you can’t, this wasn’t nearly enough for him! You smirked, he could guess you did just from experience. Then you gave him an halfhearted explanation, chuckling as you said, “I thought I was doing you a favour since someone looked like they were about to die from how good it felt.” Like a curse his lips were sealed tightly after that, he had to pause for a few minutes to get his act together. After returning to his senses he bawled his hands, which were still wrapped around your back, into fists before pleading sweetly, “do-don’t stop…please.”

[inferencesarchives]

Hey! I read some of your work and I loved it! When I saw your event, I knew I just had to try it! Especially with one of my favorite cookies!

I'd like...prompt 10 with affogato cookie please? I know he likes sweets so I thought it would fit him really well!

Sweet Tooth

affogato cookie x gn reader

prompt: baking sweets & pastries

warnings: physical touch, mentions of food, reader is a menace (affectionately), possibly ooc(?? idk i finished this at 1 am)

"Darling, I love you with all my heart, but just where do you plan on taking me at 1 in the morning?"

A confused and groggy Affogato Cookie followed closely behind a for some reason very awake and bubbly you, not understanding why you decided to drag him out of bed in the middle of the night. Though, he figured you probably wouldn't be answering his question, as all you said in response was, "It's important!" before continuing to pull him down the hall.

A few minutes later, the two of you found yourselves in the kitchen. Affogato gave you a confused look. "Why-" "We're baking midnight snacks and you can't say no!" You quickly cut him off before you rushed to grab the necessary supplies to make some sweet treats.

"Okay, but why-" "I know you like sweets, and I'm hungry, so it's a win-win! Now help me bake these!" Once again cutting him off, you didn't give him any time to respond before dragging him to the mixing bowl and telling him what to do.

After about an hour, the two of you were finally able to take the snacks out of the oven and properly enjoy eating them. "Here, you can have the first one!" You offered, swiftly placing one of the treats in Affogato Cookie's hands. He looked at you for a moment before taking a bite.

The moment he tasted it, his expression lit up. "Oh wow," he spoke between bites, "It's almost hard to believe we made something so sweet! This is absolutely delicious, dear." You gave him a cheeky grin, "Of course it tastes good! We put our hearts into it, after all!"

He couldn't help but smile at your cheesy statement.

To him, your words tasted sweeter than any snacks he's ever had.

a/n: affogato cookie my beloved,,, ew i hate how i ended this but i ran out of ideas,,, anYWAY IM SORRY I RANDOMLY VANISHED,,, IVE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE FIC & DRAW ARTFIGHT SO I GOT BURNT OUT FAST,, ALSO MY GRANDMA WENT TO THE HOSPITAL TWICE SO YOU CAN GUESS HOW I FELT ABT THAT,,,, on the plus side tho ive been getting into a new game recently and i plan on opening requests for it/putting it on my masterlist after the event is over!! yay,,, for now tho i will be trying to get back to writing and posting event stuff as fast as i can without overexerting myself :,,)) btw sorry for any decrease in quality that might be found in this fic and the next few works, im still recovering from burnout so yeah,,, bye for now

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[amaranthsynthesis]

Underdark drow sex culture has a lot of really different assumptions than the surface world. (Ex-the socially dominant group is going to often be the receptive partner during sex. Idk where that would go exactly, but I can't see them coming to the same conclusions as the surface world or ours.)

Obviously, Ballard was dealing with a lot at the time (burning of house + social transition) but I was wondering how the culture change affected him beyond 'oh boy, that's some racism'?

I know the joke about DND and the forgotten realms lore is 'some guy was really weird and horny about this set dressing so that's why it's Like That' and unfortunately. I'm on board with the guys who were weird and horny about Drow. In a modern, transgay informed way, but also I will admit I think it's a fun sexy little sandbox and I'm in there chewing on my plastic shovel. I've got some notes and some passages jotted down for both the repro horror fic and the vaguely meandering Imton memories, I'd love to got more properly into it some time to be honest.

The lecture on procreation and reproduction made him feel cold and small, blood-blood-blood beating in his ears as they showed him a picture of a woman atop a man, taking his penis inside of her. They told him how she took her pleasure from him, that that was his role―seed and service. It had dawned on him in horror that he was more than he thought. Not a child, not a knife, but one of these adults-in-the-making, like the illustrated woman with her broad hips and heavy breasts and strong, defined shoulders. Like the guardswomen. Like the Matron Mother. The narrow man in the illustration, the lithe consorts he had glimpsed only a handful of times in their draping finery and painted faces… it wasn’t him, it was for him.  He unfocused his eyes and watched without seeing everything else they showed him, tired of it all, letting the diagrams and words blur so he would simply not have to think about them any further.

I think moving up to the surface as he traveled to Baldur's Gate was in a lot of ways a step back into the familiar! Being read as male aboveground afforded him, if not to quite the same extent, the same level of basic respect and autonomy he had been used to as the heir presumptive of House Halvyriin. At the same time, trying to emulate the type of masculinity that he was used to seeing and appreciating from a distance--as decoration, as performance, as something effete and dainty--was going to evoke a very different response. In the same way that I think Faerun isn't past sexism, I don't think it's fully escaped homophobia either. So, yes, Ballard can be a man, can be greeted as a man and exist as one, but not as the kind he'd like to be, and he has to trade that precious/beautiful/treasured masculinity for some butch attempt at camaraderie, to stave off any kind of hostile attentions.

In the same way that he could more than take care of himself in the Underdark, as an unprotected male, responding to harassment with violence draws too much attention. He's already viewed as effeminate and weak and duplicitous, just for being an elf and a drow, specifically--he has to make some decisions about how else to display himself to make the journey to the Gate as smooth as possible. I think it becomes second nature so quickly that it takes year for him to remember it wasn't always his intention.

[bedforddanes75]

smh Filth here...

this isnt good enough for me to post on ao3 have it here instead. 18+ and stuff. ok anyway dont tell me if this sucks just leave and dont ever speak again

back fic? george doesnt wanna think and matty likes georges back. no im not projecting what do you mean. warning (technically) Unfinished and bad and idk man just read and again if u dislike (and i find out about it) then DIE im comign to get you. listne to pink floyd and chiiiillll the fuck out IM SO STRESSED i hate posting so much i cant stop speaking im trying to soften the blow (no blowjobs happen) but like i dont know Girl someone get me a gun I REALLY WANT A GUN oh my god OKok ko koko kok ok kok ok ok ok ok juts GO there its'heere

He gets George laid on his front, face pressed right into the pillows and chest fighting to expand under his weight. George keeps making these quiet, almost pathetic noises, whimper-esque, and delicate, and Matty can tell he’s fighting not to grind into the mattress.

“You can make yourself feel good, darling. Go on.”

George responds immediately with the shaky movement of his hips, and a relieved moan, goosebumps rising.

There’s nothing between them now, George already stretched out and far gone, his only thoughts being of Matty and Matty and Matty and Matty. Who is Matty to deny him that pleasure? He’s in awe at how someone can be so beautiful, staring at George’s back like it’s the sun, and it might as well be, because he’s radiating heat like a fire, so desperate to be touched and to feel good that the only outlet is there. George moves his hips slowly at first, and he’s so overwhelmed he thinks he might come just from that, the friction from the sheets more than enough for him.

But he wants Matty.

Matty runs a cold finger down the length of his spine, reverent and appreciative, and George shivers, the motion pulling another quiet noise from him. It’s silent, bar their breathing, and the rustling of sheets, but Matty’s heart is beating so fast that he doesn’t even notice. George isn’t trying to speak, not trying to beg for anything, because he knows if he tries, all that’ll come out is something garbled and stupid, but he doesn’t care, because Matty isn’t making him do any of that today, he just touches and pleases and makes him feel like he’s in heaven.

It isn’t long before Matty’s leaning down over him, letting himself press against George from behind, and whispering things down his neck.

“You want me to make you come? Want me to fuck you, darling?” And George might just cry. He does want it, but he just cannot form the words. Matty doesn’t make him, but when he doesn’t make any move to get off and start properly touching George, George knows that he won’t do anything until he does. He usually forces George to speak when they do it like this, makes him blush and whine and George lets him and loves it, but this time, he’s letting George do things in his own time, pressure all gone, (except in his groin.)

He’s got his hands on George’s waist, now leaning back just to admire him, and George can’t wait any longer. He tries to speak, just the word please, but it doesn’t come out right, and he’s just so desperate that he can’t think to correct himself.

“Just let me look at you a bit, you’re so gorgeous.” Matty doesn’t sound like he’s aware of the fact he exists anymore, so wrapped up in how beautiful George is that time and space no longer accept him as a being, he is simply a conscience left to its own devices, floating around and latching onto this angelic figure beneath where he should be. “Pretty,” he breathes, “So pretty,” again. He’s still drawing lines on George with his nails, like he’s tracing the muscles and all the marks made over the years.

George tries to keep his breathing steady, content with where he is but simultaneously needing more like he needs air, like it’s his only source of life, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t mind, really, he’s just happy to be touched, because every contact with Matty feels better than anything he’s ever taken, and he can’t imagine feeling any better than this. There’s static in his head, only just about covering the words he needs to make Matty do anything, and he wishes it wasn’t there, but he loves it so, so much.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Matty whispers eventually, after years and seconds and days and hours and George can’t reply. He wants it more than anything, but he’s so focussed on trying to figure out how to express that, that he can’t do it. A nod is all he can muster up, but he knows that Matty won’t let him just do that, he needs words, proper, full words. Then, there it is, “I need you to tell me, sweet. Words.”

He’s moved further down George’s body by now, and George didn’t even realise it was happening, but he’s pressing kisses to the dimples at the base of George’s spine, so he can’t complain. Not one bit.

Then, he moves drastically lower, kisses the very top of the line between his legs, just where the fat of his [ass] starts to rise, where his thighs turn from muscle to something soft, and he just leaves his face there for a while. He’s got his chin pressed into the middle of George’s thighs, and his hands still all over his back. That makes him speak.

“Please,” he manages, and Matty seems shocked at it.

“‘Please’ what? Need you to use words.”

George can’t, and he almost feels like crying, so desperate it’s making him shake, but he tries again.

All he can do is say, “You,” like a prayer, again, again, and Matty breathes something shaky in return. But he still doesn’t make any effort to move, just strokes the back of one of George’s arms. “Please, Matty.” It feels like they’re the only words he knows, now, really.

“Just need you to tell me what you want. I’ll do it, just tell me.”

Matty was always careful not to push boundaries and to be extra nice when George got like this, he wouldn’t push anyway, but he treats George like an ornament when he’s like this. George loves it. He likes being told he’s beautiful and being allowed to not think and just feel and feel and feel. It’s nice. It’s the best.

“You. Matty. Please.” Maybe they are the only words he knows, and he doesn’t care – they’re the only words that are important.

If Matty couldn’t understand it from that, he doesn’t know what he could’ve, but, that’s a useless thought, because he’s nodding against George, whispering “Okay.”

“Tell me if you want me to do anything else. Anything you want, sweet. Do anything. Squeeze my hand if you want me to stop.”

George nods.

He has to wait a while, Matty making sure he won't hurt George if he goes too fast, slicking himself up, but then Matty pushes into him gently, gripping George’s hand tightly to keep himself under control, and all of a sudden, it’s all worth it. He’s glad Matty doesn’t have a clear view of his face, then, because he’s bright red, sweating, and he just knows he looks an absolute state. But none of that matters at the moment, because Matty is inside him, and still, and he feels so good, so good, so, so, so, so, so good.

If he thought he couldn’t speak before, that was nothing. He can’t even see, completely taken by the feeling of Matty inside him and touching his back and touching his hair and touching him and touching. Matty is the embodiment of pleasure.

“Feels so good, darling,” Matty breathes, and he must’ve leant down, because George can feel his breath on the back of his neck. He blushes at the praise.

He can’t breathe properly with the pillows covering his face, but he doesn’t have the energy to move, and even the littlest of movements make him completely lose coherency, because Matty’s pressed right up against that spot, and he can’t take it.

Matty thrusts after a while, holding George’s hand and making sure he’s okay every few seconds, but when he does, George sees stars. He’s clearly holding back, because he keeps twitching inside George, and George only wishes he could speak more so he could tell Matty to do what he needs, to take as much as he wants, but, alas, he can’t, and he just settles on letting Matty do what he’s doing now.

The feel of Matty inside him is something he‘ll never get used to, it’s all consuming, feels like he’s turning into a star and becoming something otherworldly and living and dying all at the same time. He can’t word how amazing it is, like knowing he’s safe and letting Matty do whatever he needs, because he knows it’ll be good, and he trusts him.

He, eventually, does start to move properly, but only after multiple weak noises from George, desperate and pleading for anything. Matty grabs his hips, suddenly energised and no longer having the patience to be as gentle as he was, and George loves it. He’ll take whatever Matty gives with an open mouth and a chest left wide open, ribs all snapped to get inside, and this is like a knife made of solid pleasure, because there’s that tiny bit of pain, but it’s covered up by the heat that rushes all down his limbs, right down to his fingers, every single time Matty hits that spot inside him, and then everything is all okay.

Soon enough, Matty’s got his nails in the soft, weak skin of the space just below George’s v-line, digging into the flesh and wanting to claw him apart simply because it’s the only possible way to express how intense everything he’s feeling is. George lets the pain bloom and he whimpers into the bed.

“You okay?” Matty asks, and he nods, enthusiastic and truthful and just wanting more.

That’s all he needs, and he seems to lose some amount of his self control, because he starts fucking into George harder, one hand going back to his waist to keep steady, and the other going to his hair. He doesn’t pull just yet, but George wouldn’t complain if he did, taken by the pleasure. Matty’s nails are pressing slightly, and he welcomes the sting.

The sweet, soft, gentle Matty is almost fully gone now, and he’s changed back into something like what he usually is in just a few minutes, and it’s making George sick with want. He’s tightening his grip on George’s hair more and more by the minute, and by now, it’s starting to sting.

George doesn’t think anything’s going to change after that, just thinks Matty’s going to make him come like this, and he has no reason to think anything else. That is, until Matty yanks George’s head towards himself by the hair, and George can’t help the moan he lets out. It’s loud and undignified, but Matty likes it all the same, apparently, because he holds tighter, and keeps his head there for a second. George thinks he might come just from that, the feel of Matty in his hair, tugging.

Heat ripples from his scalp, and it’s not helped by Matty starting to speak. “Fucking back, so beautiful. Perfect. It’s so pretty, fuck.” He keeps speaking until he finally unthreads his fingers from George’s hair, but George can still feel the ghost of his palm. He fixes his grip properly onto his hips and waist instead.

He’s definitely digging his nails into that pale flesh, and it wouldn’t shock George if, when he moves, there’s skin left beneath them. He’s being gentler than normal, which George is grateful for, because he knows that if Matty did anything that was any more intense than pulling his hair, he’d be coming within a minute of him sinking inside.

He can feel heat building in his stomach, and, all of a sudden, he’s overly aware of the sheets rubbing against himself, hard against them, and he whimpers, eyes squeezing. Matty’s starting to stroke his hair, and ramble.

“You feel so fucking good, Jesus Christ. Fuck, George.” He’s digging his thumb into a space near one of the dimples on George’s back now, almost like he wants it to bruise so he’s got proof of it, like the proof isn’t George’s very existence.

George gets closer a lot sooner than he’d like to, but he just can’t help it, because Matty is telling him how good he feels and how well he’s doing over and over again, and there’s so much happening, like the feel of Matty hitting just where he needs every time and the feel of himself against fabric and the image of what he must look like in his head. It’s all too much. Almost.

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until Matty slows down, taps him, asks if he’s okay, and he just nods, nods like it’s keeping him alive, manages to turn his head enough to the side to say “Please, please, Matty, please,” and then his eyes roll back.

He’s so close, whining and whimpering nonsense and trying to form words to warn Matty, failing, but not caring, because he’s blinded by how good it feels, and Matty isn’t letting up, in fact, he’s fucking him harder, pulling George’s hips into his own with every thrust, determined to make him come.

It doesn’t take long before he’s right on the edge, just needing a tiny bit more, and then Matty fists a hand into his hair once more, and he’s gone. The combination of Matty fucking him so good, with the sharp pain on his scalp, is better than anything he could’ve imagined, and he cries out as he comes, over and over, moaning into the pillows and clenching his fists, begging with completely incoherent noises. Matty keeps moving for a bit, and George doesn’t have the mind to protest, nor does he want to, he’d rather lie in the afterglow and be only half aware of how overstimulated he’s becoming.

He doesn’t really notice when Matty comes, and he doesn’t notice virtually anything else for a while after, either, just lets himself be moved around as Matty tries his best to clean him, trying to manoeuvre him into some position easier to clean from, and not doing very well, because…well, the size of George.

sorry ending Shit possibly all shit but whatever i wrote most of it. enjoy life

[reitziluz]

mogh's theme is in my top three for the entire elden ring ost and it's one of the few songs i risk my eardrums for because it needs to be blasted real loud to properly hit.

there's basically a single word sung in it that kills me. in second phase, when after the drop it goes quiet, instruments drawing back and the low voices reducing in number (maybe there's only one mainly heard?) and sounding personal and up close instead of grand and ceremonial and preaching.

and then at the end of a line there's a word that kinda sounds like "praetori" and the lilt of it. sounds like such adoration. disney princess lifts a forest critter on her palm and nuzzles it to her cheek.

combine that with how the low and high voices interact, what the bells are doing. it's so rich in implications.

idk man. the whole thing sounds so much like a monologue (switching to a dialogue, or asides responding to commentary at times) and i keep hearing so many different types of speech in it. makes me want to use words like implore and beseech.

and then the ending is like hands reaching toward the light only for it to cut off.

no amount of pomp nor fervor could save mogh from being an omen.

[gg-selvish]

hey man, i dont have an AO3 account

but i still wanted to comment about your fic “make me up in a shade that fits me (tell me, love, am I pretty?)’

Genuinely made an impact on me and the feeling of my own trans experience and im glad you shared your experience

you put it in words so well i felt so much relief and joy

I felt a lot of euphoria reading the fic and I cant figure out how to properly use words to make you understand how much that fic meant to me

so is there like a certain scene from the fic i could draw for you? or something else ?

i dont really know how to get it to you maybe through dms or an imgur link i dont know yet,

but the fic impacted me so much that i want to return that same feeling

im so sorry u sent me this a while ago and i didnt respond!!!! thank u so much for liking am i pretty im really proud of that fic :) u could totally draw something and send a link! people have done that before :) i really like the scene of dream holding sapnap the first night he comes home where theyre hugging :) kinda contrasted with the hug in the last scene yknow? idk just an idea. thanks again!

[chip-and-the-bastards]

ok ignore how long it took me to respond to this i was fighting for my life trying to draw my idea with a mouse ahah that why its super messy but here is what i have currently!

im gonna use fancy heraldry words while talking about this, but i will explain what they all mean dw.

so the blazon for this coat of arms is "Gules, a chevron Or above a seven-point star". i think im still looking into it lmao. basically that just means. its a red shield with a gold chevron (the arrow thingy in the middle), with a 7 pointed star underneath it. I picked the colors,,, idk bc they're cool and fit the holy/royal theme, while also fitting the thanatos design. the seven point star is to represent each of the (main 7) gods, and then i added a chevron above to sorta represent the celestial realm

and uhm. i havent done the rest of a heraldic achievment, idk if i will? but i am autistic so probably lmao

anyway i'm gonna put this design on his cloak and on the weird cloth thing on his design uhm this thing

but uhhhhh yeah hopefully i'll get to actually properly draw this out soon!

hey soo because I'm autistic, I'm designing a coat of arms for the Holy Family (jrwi apotheosis) to intergrate into my Thanatos design, anyone wanna hear me infodump about it?

[33roda]

Imagine sketching albedo touching himself . he has to continue touching himself for you, to show you his lovely ass but you spend all your attention on drawing him, which makes albedo beg and whine for you to touch him, to make him feel good and that annoys the reader to the point they break albedo idk what I’m saying but it would be fun if you continued it?

♡ tags: gn!reader, rimming + handjob (character receiving), praise, degradation.

albedo's always been such a pretty boy. you get him to model for several projects, but he seems to get needier with every one. no matter the position he's in, you can always see the desperation in his eyes and how his cock hardens as you go on, but you always only focus on getting your work done, not giving him any attention.

but the pose he's in right now? you'd be lying if you said you weren't struggling a little. kneeling on the table, knees apart, facing you with his arms behind him; it was almost like he's proudly showing you how hard his cock is.. and it was only more evident by how he's leaking onto the table. hm, only gives you an idea.

continue sketching his body, but focusing on the more.. lewd bits, trying to capture how his brows are furrowed, how he's biting his lips to keep himself from accidentally whining and how he's blushing all the way down to his chest. you lick your lips a little when you get to sketching his dick, making sure to draw the little strings of precum sticking onto the table. he's dazed and out of it, but he can still notice there's something different about the way you're looking at him now – it only makes him feel even more sensitive, the poor boy.

when you get up and walk over to him with your sketch in hand, he instinctively tries to cover up, and you can't help but giggle at it.

"it's okay, 'bedo," you smile, "I'm sure you'll love the project this time."

you give a final glace to the sketch before turning it so he can see it, and you can immediately see his face turn 50 hues of red upon seeing it. "i made sure to put some more detail on your pretty spots. aren't you embarrassed, being so horny just from me sketching you?"

"i-i'm sorry, y/n," he stutters, at a loss for words after seeing the drawings, yet he can't stop looking. "i didn't mean to make such a mess.. did you make this just to tease me about it?"

"of course not, i only drew what i saw," you put the sketch down on the table, not caring if it got dirty anymore, before picking up some of his precum with your fingers. "look what a mess you made. won't you be good and clean it up?" you spread apart your fingers, showing off the strings between them, making sure to keep eye contact with him.

he whimpers yet parts his lips, taking your coated fingers in his mouth, sucking feverishly as if he was gonna cum just from the taste of his own juices. taking breaks in between to weakly whimper out, "i couldn't help it," pop! "i like – mff, being naked in front of you.." he twitches a little when he feels you grab his hair from the back.

"oh, i could tell, baby. you think i didn't notice you getting horny every time you posed for me?" he attempts to nod no, but it's difficult with your fingers in his mouth, so it just looks like he's inviting you to fuck his mouth further. "mmh, how often you'd leak on that table and i'd have to clean it up every time.. why don't you get off it and lick it up properly, since you're such a whore?"

when he gets up, you instantly turn him around and bend him over the table, pushing his head down; almost smushing his face into it. "lick," only letting his head go when you're satisfied with how loud he's licking it up. "good boy."

trailing your fingers from the top of his back down to his thighs, you push his legs a little further open before gripping his cock with one hand and spread his ass with the other. even when you're pumping so slowly, he still responds with the sluttiest of gasps and moans. and when his hole is twitching so cutely in front of you, you almost instinctively rub your thumb against it, pressing ever so gently as you jerk him off. "more–ah! more, please," he bucks into your hand, trying to make you go faster, use his cock harder, but you still your movements entirely.

he looks back with puppy eyes, startled at the sudden lack of touch. "w-why'd you stop? i was gonna... i was gonna cum,"

he sounds so innocent when he speaks, but the words coming out of his mouth make you question everything you believed about him before. what a reserved, smart boy he was – one that gets hard modelling for work, it seems. you want to break him, turn him into an absolute slut he can't even hide it anymore; he'd have to beg you to touch him next time because he can't sit still without touching himself in front of you.

getting on your knees, you spread his ass again before giving it a little kiss. "stay still for me, okay?" you delved your face in between his cheeks, trying to smother his hole with your spit, licking all around his rim and trying to push your tongue past. squishing his thigh with one hand, you snake your hand up to his balls to gently caress them for a little before resuming jerking him off, ignoring how much he's shaking beneath your touch; addicted to tonguing at his hole, too into it you can't even bring yourself to discipline him. he's thrusting (pathetically) into your hand, attempting to fuck himself into it, only to accidentally pull away from your tongue. "fuck, i thought i told you to stay still," you said, wiping the spit off your chin with the back of your hand, momentarily staring at the amount running down his ass and thighs.

"what're you gonna do? hahh," he gasps, out of breath. "please, please.. i just wanna cum, i promise i won't make a mess anymore, i'll be good!"

"mhmm.. i believe you." you say before leaving wet kisses down to his balls, giving kitten licks to them as you palm the tip of his cock directly; rubbing it in circles. he's already sobbing, knees buckling as he struggles not to collapse. he's so close, fuck, just keep going and he'll –

the knot in his tummy finally snapped, making his entire abdomen fill with warmth. his balls contracting in your mouth as you keep palming him through his orgasm, you collect his cum in your hand.

leaving his balls with a kiss, you admire your cum-drenched hand, looking at it in multiple angles.

"you just keep making messes, don't you?"

[bumpsandpushes]

I was reading your story about birthing in a college class (love it soooo much) and was wondering, would yoy do like a version of it where reader does leave the class, and makes it to the quad to give birth there, maybe trying to meet up with her partner instead of getting to a hospital?

ooh, I'd love to do a remix of that one, sounds like it could also satisfy a couple of other prompts I've received! This was probably your inspiration for asking but just in case you've never read it (or if someone else reading this hasn't), this sounds a lot like Overdue with No Extension by @bellyloveerotica, another fantastic fic!

(I've got a similar blurb that fulfills a lot of the same prompts that I'm going to post tomorrow but this is the superior one imo so I'm posting this first)

Tags: clothing birth, public birth, fluff (kinda)

Word Count: 1911

Your chemistry prof was the kind of hardass who didn't tolerate lateness, extensions, or anything else that would imply that you have an existence outside of his classroom. One example of these strict policies is that if a student walked in late or left early, he would stop lecturing and stare at them until they found a seat or walked out the door. Of course this drew the attention of every other student as well, though your more sympathetic classmates tended to fix their gaze down at their notes until the staredown ceased.

Now you had never asked about his policy about students going into labour in the middle of a lecture, but the suggestion that you had any priorities other than Chemistry 201 was unlikely to go over well. However, getting up in the middle of his teaching and stumbling your way to the door was probably going to be less disruptive than pushing out a baby during the lecture so you were going to have to take the risk of getting out of the lecture hall before it was too late.

Pretending to continue typing up your notes, you pull up a messenger tab on your laptop to send a quick text to your partner about being in active labour. They immediately call you and you're so grateful you put your phone on silent before coming to class because you didn't want to draw any attention just yet. You text them again, warning them not to call while you're still in class.

💖Lover💖: im omw rn, dont worry!!

💖Lover💖: jsut keep breathing and ill be there soon, i love you!!!

You try to keep your face impassive as you respond to their frantic messaging, telling them not to cause a scene and to just wait outside your classroom until you can find a good moment to slip out.

You: Just wait outside of my lecture hall, I'll meet you in the corridor in a minute

💖Lover💖: are u serious?? how far apa rt are the contractions???

You haven't been able to properly time them through your panicking, but they're not very far apart at all and they hurt really badly. You're trying to pack up as discreetly as you can while texting your partner about the pain, bracing as you feel your belly tighten with your next contraction.

You: Idk, they're pretty close together now

💖Lover💖: but ur water hasnt broken yet, right?

The contraction is an intense one, stealing your breath and drawing all your focus within you before you can respond. You press your palms against your bump and it's rock hard. The pressure builds in tandem with the pain, reaching a new peak that you've never felt and it makes you feel like your baby is just going to slip out of you the second you move. You can feel the pain slowly begin to fade as the contraction ebbs, but the pressure abruptly disappears with a pop, leaving you confused.

You shift in your seat and register two new feelings–that a new, worse kind of pressure has settled low in your hips; and that your sweatpants are wet. You run your hands down your belly and feel that the bump is much tighter and lower, no longer as round as it was when you walked into the classroom. The baby's head is engaged in your pelvis, stretching you open wide.

You: You jinxed me :(

💖Lover💖: what hte fuckk does tht mean?????

💖Lover💖: babe?? did your water break??????

You ignore their increasingly panicked texts as you slip your laptop into your bag, no longer caring about being discreet when you slip out of the classroom. Thankfully you sat at the back, so you stand up and quickly wrap your sweater around your waist before anyone can catch a glimpse of the growing wet spot between your legs.

The professor stopped speaking as soon as you stood up and his eyes are fixed on you coldly. Unfortunately, your escape plan is thwarted by the shifting in your belly as soon as you stand up, gravity pulling your baby's head lower into your canal and making you grunt under your breath. You hold your tote bag in front of you to hide your soaked sweatpants and you take a step forward, waddling to accommodate the feeling of the head between your legs.

Between your flushed face and wobbly gait you're sure a number of your classmates can tell what's going on, but you keep your eyes focused on the door and your partner's anxious face peering through the window. You groan with each step, the twisting of your hips bringing the head lower with a trickle of fluid every time you move. Your contractions seem to be coming much faster without your waters acting as a cushion in your womb and you have one hand supporting the bump as you waddle as fast as you can. The pain is beginning to worsen again and you feel the urge to squat and bear down right in front of the blackboard. Thankfully, your partner opens the door for you and you're able to slip through before you're doubling over into their arms.

They shuffle you away from the window, rubbing your back soothingly. You can hear your professor start speaking again but that's quickly drowned out by your ragged breathing and the pounding of your heartbeat filling your ears. Leaning all of your weight against your partner, you widen your stance to relieve some of the pressure you're feeling in your hips.

"No, no no, stop," they stammer, trying to pull you fully upright. "Don't push, not yet. We can get you to the university hospital, we're not far."

Ignoring your whining, they begin to tow you down the hall past gawking students, cradling your bump with one arm as they push people out of the way with the other. Each step feels like the baby is going to slip right out of you but you manage to stumble alongside your partner and into the bright sunlight of the quad.

"Mmm-mmmmmm.... wait," you groan, pausing on the steps of the building as another contraction begins. Your partner is looking back and forth between you and the parking lot, unsure whether to support you or try and get you to safety. You moan again and they give you their hand to squeeze, breathing deeply along with you. Despite their pleas you can't stop your body from its primal instincts and you feel your walls tightening as the head gets closer to your entrance. You press your head against their shoulder, rocking your hips as you try to fight your urge to push your baby into the world.

Your partner is tugging you towards the parking lot and you follow as fast as you can, keeping your legs spread apart with a hand pressed between them in a futile attempt to hold the baby in. You make it halfway across the grass before the next contraction overwhelms you and you know that it's too late to go anywhere. You stop in your tracks, your spread legs and low center of gravity keeping your partner from pulling you any further. They turn to face you and see that you're squatting down, slowly trying to get to your knees.

"Don't- ohhhh fuck!! Don't try to...uhhnnnnnnn... get me somewhere safe, it's too late!" You can't help but to whine as you give up on getting to the car, resigning yourself to giving birth right where you are.

Their hands settle on your waist as they help you kneel, finally giving in to what they always knew was going to happen. They get on their knees in front of you and let you wrap your arms around their shoulders, keeping you steady as you focus on pushing. You can feel their fingers skimming your bump searching for the drawstrings on your sweatpants, slipping a hand into your waistband to check you.

A finger reaches your folds just as you begin to feel the sensation of being stretched and they look incredibly alarmed. You spread your thighs wider and it feels like the head is pressing against your vulva, causing you to bulge without actually stretching your slit. Your partner slips their finger into you very shallowly, eyes tearing up as they feel the hair on your baby's head in their attempt to stretch you. They slip a second finger into you and spread you open just as you bear down again, causing a sliver of the head to slip through.

You shriek at the sudden burning sensation and your partner massages your pussy as it stretches around the head, applying even pressure to the straining skin. All of the students on the quad are staring at you, some of them are probably recording you as well, but you can't bring yourself to care about anything other than what's going on in your little embrace as you both work to bring your baby into the world.

"Th-uhhhhhhh... baby's coming ouuuut! Hnnnghhhh... hmmmmmm... you need t-ooooohhhhh... to catch it!," you say raggedly and you feel your partner nod and kiss the top of your head.

You can feel yourself getting louder the more you push, the head slipping down into your partner's hand as you bury your face into their neck. Biting against their collarbone is barely muffling your vocalizations and their encouraging words are the only thing you can hear over the sounds you're making. When you try to shift your hips you can feel your partner's hand against your inner thighs as it cups your baby's head. It feels incredibly sticky, your sweat and all those juices soaking into your sweatpants as you give birth into your clothes, but the alternative of getting naked in the middle of campus isn't great either.

The ring of fire is overwhelming now and you can feel your cunt throbbing as the massive head stretches you out. Your partner's massaging of your lips is now causing you more pain than relief but you're too overwhelmed to speak so you just pant and moan against their skin until the next contraction. Despite your hopes, the baby's head doesn't emerge quickly once it has fully crowned and you feel it slip out of you inch by inch and into your partner's waiting palm. Their voice sounds choked up by awe as they press kisses against your face but you can't make out the individual words as you continue to bear down.

Your next push is the worst one yet, you groan with effort but you're not able to get the shoulders out, leaving you stretched wide open. Another contraction hits you and your partner gently turns the baby's shoulders as you bear down. You can feel every second of the burn, each minute movement of your baby and of your partner's fingers skimming against your swollen and aching cunt. One shoulder slides out of you, then the next, and finally your partner catches your baby as it fully slips out. You have to pull down your waistband so that your partner can get the wailing and squirming baby out of your sweatpants. Exhausted and relieved, you collapse against your partner and they bring the baby to your arms. Now that you're holding your child in your lover's embrace you're glad you decided to call them for help; even giving birth in the quad would be better than in chemistry class alone.

[dreamsclock]

“You know what I’m a slut for? When a character visibly drops a ruse. Like, the way their face changes the moment they give up a facade and reveal themselves.“

OOOOHH BOY THEN DO I HAVE A CONCEPT FOR UUUUU.

can you imagine that the “ghostbur” that has now come back in the lore is actually just wilbur who escaped the void / was fused back into ghostbur / switched places. wilbur is now acting in the place of ghostbur, trying and succeeding in making people still think he is the innocent little spirit that haunts the smp.

and so, the next time he sees dream, dream being dream of course, notices the tiny difference in ghostbur. his stance, the way he always seems to radiate a smug aura, the way his smile doesn’t seem quite oblivious anymore,

but most importantly, dream notices his eyes. his eyes resemble a void,  just.. empty. dream stares and stares into his eyes and almost loses himself. like a deep, deep well that you can’t see the bottom of. 

they strike up a quite boring conversation and eventually dream snaps and tells him he doesn’t like this little charade. that he’d rather not play games with him anymore, he’s sick of it now, thank you. wilbur, not giving in so easily, keeps up his ghost shtick and feigns confusion and oblivion. dream just gives him a long, deadpan look and wilbur thinks he’s tired of the act now, too. so he drops the facade and ..

”well, thank fuck someone realized. that high pitched shrill voice effect bs i had to keep up was soul crushing.”

”go fuck yourself”

LMAOAO IDK HOW THIS WENT FROM DRAMATIC TO THIS BUT I HAD FUN NONETHELESS

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WOOOOOO I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH !!! ghostbur as c!wilbur is actually one of my favourite theories of all time KBDKFDK, and the idea of him just,, dropping the mask one day around c!tommy or c!dream is SO good oh my god, i can’t get enough of it :D

warnings: death, ghosts, possession (sort of), burns, prison arc themes, manipulation

“You’ve been in here for quite a while, haven’t you, Dream?”

Dream stiffens, but otherwise doesn’t react, at the sound of Ghostbur’s voice, soft and high and vacant. “Hello,” he says, neutrally, not looking up, “it’s been a bit since I saw you.”

Ghostbur floats closer, and his edges are hazy, blurred round the sides: or perhaps it’s him just blurring the world in comparison, because the yellow of his sweater and the brown of his hair have never seemed sharper in comparison to the obsidian cell. 

“I’ve been wandering around the server,” the ghost replies simply, sitting cross legged in front of Dream and studying him in childish wonder that makes Dream’s skin crawl at the hungry fascination of the gaze, “trying to make myself useful. I like being useful, you know.”

Not quite sure how true that is, Dream lets his head lean back against the wall, finally looking at Ghostbur through half-lidded eyes. “Why are you here?” He asks instead of responding, and the world hums when Ghostbur touches a burn on his arm. It doesn’t hurt in the slightest - the ghost’s fingers are too cool for that - but it’s not pleasant, either, and makes his chest clench sharply. “I didn’t think Sam would let you near here. Didn’t think I was allowed visitors.”

Ghostbur seems fascinated by the burn on his arm, lifting his arm closer to the light to examine it properly. Dream lets him, pliant, because the gears are turning in his mind and he knows they’re playing a game here. 

“Does it hurt?” Ghostbur asks him. 

Dream draws a breath in, smiles behind his mask when it smells like gunpowder and cigarettes. “No,” he says, “we’ve both had worse.”

He meets his gaze, and only then does Dream realise how hypnotic it is: the ghost’s eyes are dark and bottomless, spiraling deeper and deeper into nothing, into the void, and there’s a voice inside his mind that whispers just listen, just stop and go quiet and compliant and everything will be okay he can help he is good he is

Dream knows what he is. Good isn’t quite the word he’d use.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Ghostbur says softly, and Dream forces a raspy chuckle, turns his head away to avoid looking too deeply, “you don’t sound quite like yourself anymore, Dream.”

“You’d know all about that, right?” Dream asks. “You can drop the act, Wil. The cameras are off.”

Ghostbur mimes confusion, brow furrowing, head tilting, but Dream isn’t fooled. “The act?”

“Stop playing.” Dream pulls his hand back, cradles it to his chest. Now there’s nobody touching it, it aches - throbs and itches under his touch, freezing, too cold to be natural in a cell surrounded by lava. “I’m sick of playing for once.”

And Ghostbur sighs, rather long-suffering, dramatic, and lets his face drop. It falls into something Other: something not quite dead, not quite human, but so un-Ghostbur that it makes Dream want to laugh. Maybe he does: the sound slips free from his lips, dry and tired. He should have expected this.

“Alright,” Wilbur chuckles, cracking his knuckles and getting to his feet, “I guess if there was anyone I couldn’t fool, it would be you and Tommy.”

He shoots Dream a smile that would have been friendly on anyone else. Dream doesn’t smile back. Wilbur’s smile has too many teeth. 

“Hello, Dream. Thank God you realised. The whole high pitched shrill voice I was doing was really beginning to get on my fucking nerves. I don’t know how others put up with it.”

Dream stands too, never one to be in a powerless position, though it hurts: his whole body aches and is too warm, except from the arm Wilbur had touched, which is ice cold to the touch. “We didn’t,” he tells him, candidly, “put up with it, that is. It was less annoying coming from the real Ghostbur. You made it worse.”

Wilbur grins. “You’re not happy to see me?” He asks, hand going to his heart. “A little bird told me you were desperate to see me. Something about wanting to break out, or something like that, I dunno, I didn’t really pay much attention.”

It’s a lie. Both of them know it. Wilbur always pays attention, always, and it hasn’t changed now: there’s still a hunger for knowledge burning in his eyes, and it makes Dream more than a little uneasy.

“Maybe,” he says evasively, “I think we could work together after you get me out.”

Wilbur tilts his head. “And if I got you out of prison, you’d help me.”

Dream doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.” He allows a tight smile. “And if you get me out, you won’t ever have to pretend to be Ghostbur again.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Wilbur grins. 

And then Wilbur is shaking his hand, and then Dream’s skin is cold, so cold, and he thinks he might have just made a deal with someone worse than the Devil.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Dream,” Wilbur says with a gleam in his eyes, “let’s get you out of here, will we?”

Dream accepts the cold creeping up his limbs, and tells himself very firmly that he won’t regret this.

[senjuushi]

I wanna play with Fals hair so bad dude.

Like I'm not talking about putting his hair in pigtails but just like, running fingers through it.

Idk his hair looks soft and I wanna touch it. Lol

Saaame~ :3 He’s cute and his hair is fluffy, so a scenario for you! 

. . . 

When you ask him to lay his head in your lap, Fal can’t help but tense. Affection is a strange concept for weapons— and it never comes without a cost of some kind. 

But he obeys. As your obedient tool, he has no choice. 

Resting his head against his Master’s thighs is pleasant. More so than it has any right to be. Fal tries to breathe properly. 

And then, your hand finds his head. He almost flinches, because that’s simply how a trained thing reacts. Instead of a strike or rough pull, though, you stroke through his hair lovingly, dragging your fingers against his scalp. Your touch is gentle.

A shiver tears through him. The sheer physical sensation draws goosebumps to his skin. Fal’s eyes go wide. This... isn’t what he expected. You keep petting him, almost caressing. 

“Your hair is soft,” your kind voice says. It sounds like you’re smiling.

Fal doesn’t know how to respond. His mouth opens and closes a couple of times, but the feeling of fingers combing through his hair is distracting enough that words don’t quite happen. He finds himself slowly going limp, his eyelids fluttering with what might be relaxation. 

All he can think is that he wants this to last. It’s dangerous. There will be a price once you’re done being kind. Something so good could never come without repayment, in the end. 

But for right now... it feels good. Fal’s breath leaves him in a sigh. It’s not like he could protest what his Master wishes to do, anyway. 

[thewritingginger]

Comfort

I know this isn’t a Halloween related one-shot BUT My original idea for this came to me after i re-watched the ending of season 2 of Castlevania (so I can watch season 3, i have yet to do so) and my overwhelming want to hug my baby boy Alucard came out as an idea but I’ve reversed the roles considering I’ve been feelin a bit meh/down lately and want my babe to hold me. This completely self indulgent.

So bear with me through this what I’m sure will be crap but is my crap :)

So strap in lovelies!

**SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR END OF SEASON 2**

Fandom: Castlevania 

Pairing: Alucard x GN! Reader

Warning(s): Maybe kinda sad but also fluffy 

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On his way to the study Alucard passes your cracked bedroom door and sees you what seems to be crying. Stopping in his tracks he peeks through the opening as to not disturb you to catch a clearer image. Your form resting upon your bed, legs crossed, wiping tears from your eyes. His business in the study has been long since forgotten, as he slowly pushes the heavy door open. The slight creak of the old door opening draws your head up, eyes landing on a face of worry. Without saying a word Aludard closes the door behind him as he makes his way over to sit at the end of your bed. Golden eyes, laced with concern, watches as you stare at your palms. “Y/n?” He breaks the silence, the gentle hum of his voice echoes in the empty space between you.

Reaching out he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Lifting your face to look at him. Eyes locked. Wiping away the water streaming down your cheek with his thumb, as he caresses your face. His lips curve slightly to one side with sympathy. “Are you ok, my love?” His tenderness makes your heart flutter and your lip quiver. You shrug a bit, knowing if you talked it might not make much since. “Well whatever it is that is troubling you, you know you can always confide in me.” His words give a small smile. “I-I know.” You sniffle “But can we not talk about it right now?” you ask, slightly looking down. Understanding your needs he nods his head.

Running his hand that rested on your cheek down to your arm to grasp your hand. Bringing your hand up to his mouth he places a feather light kiss on the back of it, making your heart feel warmer than it did before. “Why don’t I go run you a hot bath.” He offers. Standing up, your hand still lightly touching his. You grab his fingers, stopping him in his tracks. He looks back at your glistening orbs. “Can you just lay with me for a bit?” Your meek request makes him nod his head once again.

Alucard follows suit when you scooch back onto your bed. Laying on his side next to you, you instantly wrap your arm around his waist. Burying your face into his chest, breathing him in. Welcoming your warmth, he snakes his strong arm around your back. Cradling your head with his other arm, his chin resting atop your head. Large hands hold you gently as if you might crack if held to roughly but tight enough to ensure you stay in your place. The room is silent, nothing but the sound of an old clock ticking.

The soft breaths emitting from you relax him. Reminding him of the time he was in your position. Your arms wrapped around him, your scent filling his senses as he buried his face into you. Pain and sorrow melting away little by little with every delicate stroke of your fingers through his hair. The gentle melodic beat of your heart, almost coxing him to sleep. The day after the battle with his father was a day he can’t properly describe. Sitting in what was his father’s domain. Alone. Like how his father must’ve once felt. The home he had that was once a place for happiness and good memories now harbor sadness. Each room he walked into reminding him of the family he has no more. Wanting nothing but to just go back to sleep for another hundred years to hopefully forget his loneliness in the castle. But you reminded him that although his parents have since passed, he wasn’t alone.

He had you.

He looks at you the way his father once did with his mother. Feeling how his father must’ve felt. You’re this bright light in a dark reality. His one grain of hope. Filling him with such warmth and adoration. You loved and guided him through his sadness. A gift he feels he might never be able to repay. But in wanting to pay back this emotional debt to you he will do everything in his power to be there for you. Give you what you need. Hold you when you feel you might float away. Give you space when you feel crowded. And kiss you for every tear that you shed. Hoping that he can do for you as you have for him.  

Wrapped in each other's embrace, neither of you sure of how long you have been laying there. But in these moments of comfort and tangled limbs, it feels like heaven. Your energies intermingling create a world that only you two exist in. A world where those early mornings rays last all day, the warm golden beams of dawn, flooding into every space you walk into. And the nights are filled with the sounds of the cracking fireplace and vast skies of millions of shining stars. A world that you both can call a safe space.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, your grip on him tightens a bit. Looking up at those eyes, you smile a bit. Your face slightly puffy from your previous tears, tears that have since dried. He brushes your hair back with his long digits. Resting his fingers at the nape of your neck, his thumb lightly rubbing your cheek. “I love you Y/n.” his earnest words make your heart swell. Putting your hand on his wrist you respond. “I love you too Alucard. Thank you.” Your words make him shake his head slightly. “No thanks are needed. Holding you has never and will never be a chore for me. Having you is all I could ask for.” Leaning towards you he presses his forehead to yours, noses touching. “I hate seeing you as anything but happy. So if you ever need me, you have me. And it shall be like that for as long as you see fit!”

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Ok so this is the first thing I’ve written for Castlevania. I’ve loved the show just have never written anything for it. 

Hope you enjoyed it

Also side note, idk if I should call him by Alucard (as I feel most refer/know him as) or Adrian when being referred to by the reader. idk let me know lol

💛 ~

[expired-monster-craft-smp]

Vibes Dream SMP members give off (in my opinion)

Dream

Barked at people in high school ironically but it became unironic real quick

Can’t cook very well but is good with a knife, especially at a fast pace

One of those kids who either purposely spells the first word wrong in a spelling bee to just be done with it right away or tries the hardest and manages to win (there is no inbetween for this heathen)

Bites ice cream with his teeth

Has snorted pixie stix far too many times and sneezed blue after each time

Eats bananas with the peels

Wears mismatched socks

Has taken a bite out of a pool noodle because he liked the texture and impulsively bit it (ADHD things✨😌)

Walks around looking extremely high but he’s just spacin out and stuck in his head

Dreams (lmao) in Minecraft and video games in general

Will flirt with anything that moves but has no idea how to respond to compliments

Makes fun of himself first before anyone else can

Has eaten an orange peel and it wasn’t that bad in his humble opinion

Wears khaki shorts

Eats the wax part of the baby bell cheese

Doesn’t actually know what genre his music taste is cause he vibes to everything

Georgenotfound

Picks at the skin on his lip when it’s dry so it bleeds and he tries not to give in by licking his lips often enough to the point where it became a habit

Wears velcro shoes because he doesn’t feel like tying them (he knows how, he just doesn’t wanna do it)

Eats peanut butter straight from the jar

Makes that disgusting “ants on a log” thing (celery stick filled with peanut butter topped with a row of raisins)

Can’t drink milk plain, it’s gotta have some sort of flavour

Can draw a perfect straight line but his circles look Terrible

Eats cheez-its like cereal without milk

Loves making little noises so much like he walks around his house doin chores and he’s just goin “memememenownownwnkwkshskshkshskhs”

Hates wearing socks

Coloured his tongue with highlighters because they’re non-toxic

Constantly tapping his feet and hands to a song/beat playing in his head

I can’t imagine this man using a bike of any sort, so Imma say he doesn’t know how

Can’t be licked by dogs because he’s used to being licked by his cat so it makes him uncomfortable

Can actually sing pretty well but gets real nervous in front of people so he fucks it up

Sapnap

No idea how to cook anything other than Mac and cheese please help this man

Meows at cats because he wants to confuse them and laughs Way too hard when he does (his laugh is like sunshine so I’ll allow it)

Would be fantastic at braiding hair Idk why

Gives the BEST fuckin hugs EVER

When singing, he makes noises for the instrumental parts too

Wanted to play the drums at one point

Really likes pit bulls but he’s more of a cat person so he loves them from afar

Only vaguely knows how to shave his face properly without hurting himself

Opportunities for him come up out of pure luck but mans is skilled for them so it works out well almost Always

Used to or currently has a skateboard and isn’t too bad

ALWAYS has bruises appearing everywhere for no reason, he doesn’t even know where 90% of them are from

Calls his friends twinks to jokingly bully them and gets away with it because he himself is not a twink

Gets sudden bursts of energy in the middle of the night and just shimmies around a bit to try and deal with it

Favours spearmint over peppermint

Arsonist

Banned from three (3) Dave & Busters in Texas

Badboyhalo

Washes his hands after doing literally anything

Likes the bird exhibits at the zoo (specifically the penguins)

Very good at cooking, best at soups and stews

If he painted his nails they would definitely be a baby blue

Overthinks very simple things and it makes him look less smart than he actually is

Drinks tap water

Probably prefers whiskey over beer

Knows how to tap dance a bit

Surprisingly good at taking and handling shots

Steady hands

Adds extra chocolate to hot chocolate

Plays sudoku and is really really good at it (only uses pen when he plays)

Everytime he sees a Himalayan salt lamp he NEEDS to lick it despite knowing it’s very salty and he’ll pull a face afterwards

Not great at Rock Paper Scissors

Wears sunglasses inside for no reason at all, he just,,,Does

Still has a stuffed animal from childhood perched on his bed

Probably tried his hand at archery

Tommyinnit

He has no idea how to use a baby voice on children or animals, so he just talks to them normally

Wears socks to bed

His fingers are double jointed

Always starts twitching if he stays still for too long because he’s gotta move around

His shoes and have different laces and it bothers everyone but himself

Doodles on himself in class when he’s bored or not paying attention

Has really good hearing, both with pitch and volume

Can’t eat tomato’s by themselves, it’s either gotta be in sauce form or with something else

FUCKING LOVES STRING CHEESE

Terrible handwriting

Favourite part of a slice of bread is the crust

Wants to paint his nails black to be cool and edgy but his hands are far from steady and he has no clue how to paint nails

Pretty affectionate with close friends (like Tubbo and Wilbur) off stream/camera

He likes pears for some reason

Wilbur Soot

Is constantly having to decide between leaving his hair as is or shaving all of it off

He also thinks about adding some colour but never actually does

Most tea is gross to him

Everytime he puts a breath mint thats circular in his mouth, he pretends it’s a pill and he’s taking drugs because he thinks that’s funny

He does that vacant state as a joke but that really what he looks like when he’s spacing out

Likes to aggressively flirt with his male friends but if his female friends flirt with him, he gets a bit flustered

Has probably accidentally swallowed a guitar pick

Once drank two entire jars of pickle juice

Bonks his head on anything and everything

He has broken a pair of glasses by walking face first into a pole outside

Thinks kinetic sand is fun

Has passionate arguments with others about trivial and random topics like chicken feet

Can open a beer bottle with his teeth

Would accidentally pop and swallow a bracket if he had braces

Tubbo

Hates sharp cheddar cheese

Everytime he learns a new word it’s in every sentence he says for the next week or so

Ate candle wax for a dare once

Doesn’t know how to tie a tie and will probably never learn

Wanted to do ballet at one point but decided not to

He has eaten multiple flowers for absolutely no reason other than wanting to know how they taste

Starts vibrating if he’s too excited

Used to bite his nails

ABSOLUTELY DESPISES MUSTARD

Has eaten paper and says it doesn’t taste that bad

Enjoys telling his friends how much they mean to him (this has resulted in Tommy and Wilbur crying on a few seperate occasions)

Spaces out a lot and doesn’t often pay attention to his surroundings

Gets lost inside of Best Buy’s

Likes s’mores but doesn’t properly understand how to make them

Technoblade

Learned to cook purely out of spite and found it’s actually pretty fun

Constantly getting smacked in the face by trees when walking outside

Really likes apple pie

Everytime he looks at potatoes he thinks of all the hours he spent trying to win the potato war

Starts things as a joke and gets too into it

Doesn’t like the taste of most energy drinks

Has rubbed salt and lemon juice into an open wound to just,,see how it felt (he did it once and Hated it but did it again because he forgot what it felt like)

Sometimes hates how quiet he is because everyone he knows is loud and talks over him

Despite how he is portrayed in the Dream SMP, he is extremely loyal to his friends and would kill for them

Over seasons his food because he can’t taste it otherwise

Really good balance

Doesn’t like to wear bright colours, but still enjoys wearing colours

Good at knitting

Quackity

Actually fairly quiet when off camera

Will accidentally use Spanish grammar while speaking English sometimes

Country music confuses him

Doesn’t really like kids but they really like him

Can’t dance

Hardest drugs he’s ever done is second hand smoke from a cigarette and children’s Tylenol

His favourite jolly ranchers are the red and blue ones

He uses lighters as fidget toys basically

Will have a breakdown, take a bubble bath, and call himself the self care king

Dehydrated

Wants a pet rat but he already has a cat and doesn’t wanna risk anything

Constantly questions why his main source of income is playing Minecraft with two 16 year olds

Karl Jacobs

Probably ate a spider once

Would wear those socks that are like gloves for you feet where it separates all the toes

Eats ravioli straight from the can, cold

Can answer an incredibly complex math equation fairly easily but will stumble over 12x11

Loves kids so much and speaks to them in a soft voice

Tried making ramen in a coffee pot and broke it

Drinks 2 monster energy drinks a day on average

Likes to open walnuts with his teeth but doesn’t actually eat them

The embodiment of that one John Maulany joke where he says you could spill soup in his lap and HE’D apologize to YOU

Loves physical affection so so much!!!!

If he moves his wrists in a certain way, they pop Really Loudly

Fantastic at making cookies

Fundy

Lowkey actually a furry but more on like, a cat boy level than fursuit level

Drives a Honda Civic

Likes ABBA

Adds parsley to almost anything he makes food-wise

Loves garlic bread so much, he’d commit a federal crime for it

Middle child vibes

Decent at skiing

Good at singing but isn’t terribly confident

Seems responsible at first glance but in reality he’s pretty chaotic and childish

Bad at spelling

Always cuts his nails way too short so they always feel weird/hurt

Likes bracelets and rings

Thinks pastel colours slap

JSchlatt

Despite the character he plays, he’s actually really sweet

He’s genuinely that cryptic off camera as he is on camera

Can cook but chooses not to most of the time

Would probably say “what pussy size you wear” to anyone who asks him to buy pads

Not actually as intimidating as he appears to be

Lowkey would fight a child

Shuts down when someone compliments him, often using aggression as a front because holy shit they just called him handsome and kind what the Fuck-

Jokingly says his license is suspended but in all actuality he never got his license in the first place

He has two (2) extra teeth but they don’t need to be removed so he kept them

Has a stick n poke of a stickman on his ankle he got in high school

Likes physics

This is already very long, and I still plan on adding more.

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

Fic Writer 20 Questions ✨

tagged by @cadriona

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 16 honkai fics (plus a translation I published on behalf of the translator) and... ... ... 69 total?!

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 351 347 words, apparently!

3. how many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? honkai aside, that's a secret

4. top five fics by kudos? i'm only gonna do honkai fics so 1. There Are No Thought Crimes 2. Backstage Stars 3. The Moon 4. The Temptress 5. Wreck Me Like This City y'all are horny

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not? yes! because i love comments and I love interacting with readers. I guess it's my reward after all the hard work writing~

6. what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Once again only gonna bother with Honkai fics Mmmm... honestly? I don't write angsty endings a lot, but I'm gonna say If Your Wounds Would Heal In Paradise for now.

7. do you write crossovers? very very rarely, and when I do it's more along the lines of "fandom A in fandom B's setting as an AU"

8. have you ever received hate on a fic? if I have I don't remember! which is for the best

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? yes, and I think I've pretty much only ever written f/f smut..? f/m I could do but I wouldn't want to write m/m because ✨ I am not attracted to dudes✨ and it would prolly bore the hell out of me. time will tell though! (note: trans people count toward their gender, trans mei fics are still f/f for example)

10. have you ever had a fic stolen? lol yes, very recently in fact! but I got them to take all the stolen stuff down so it's all good.

11. have you ever had a fic translated? yes right here, in chinese! However I am no longer in contact with the translator for personal reasons.

12. have you ever co-written a fic before? yep it's very fun! published stuff not recently though

13. what's your all time favourite ship? don't got one i'm a multishipper and always have been

14. what's a wip you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I bet y'all are afraid i'll say thotty crimes but nah i'm finishing it... soonish I'm kind of afraid of finishing it to be honest it's my longest fic ever I don't want it to end AHEM to answer the question properly, I'm thinking more of a wip in another fandom... my fandom experience was half utter crap (who gets wrapped up in a fight with the creator, seriously?) and half wow I met so many friends, and in the end updates have stopped and I've p much lost interest so ehhhh idk if/when i'll get back to it. probably not soon. maybe not ever :(

15. what are your writing strengths? i think i'm pretty good at drawing pictures in people's minds! I've been told as much anyway

16. what are your writing weaknesses? not being a native speaker sometimes trips me up, and I'm unused to past tense writing so I sometimes fumble more than I should with it. have been practicing tho

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? love it want to do more of it EXPRESSLY did so in thotty crimes because I thought it's dope. i got native speakers to help me for most of that, though, I think that's good practice

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for? not honkai :P it was a korean webcomic, i was 13 or 14

19. what's your favourite fic you've written? don't have one! once I've written a fic it's done. that's it. unless there's a glaring mistake or I'm rereading it for fun, I don't look back so I guess "the fics I'm passionate about that I've yet to write" are my favorites...

20. tagging? @e17omm and anyone else who wants to do it really