#idk i felt like doodling something sweet
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powderflower · 4 months ago
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aegon presenting to helaena a bug he found
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redflowersociety · 8 days ago
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[NSFW]Candy for the ears (Daisuke) - Mouthwashing x reader
I really need this man holy FUCK. Reader is right out of a relationship and Daisuke is on some “love-at-first-sight” bs
 idk I have brainrot
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Minors, stay safe out here.
Here you two were again, chatting in private while you doodled funny little pictures together. Daisuke, having always wanted to go into art, was actually rather talented. You expressed some insecurity of your own abilities, but he assured you that it was more about the time you spent together than the quality of the drawings.
You knew for a while now just how he felt about you: the way he stared at you and waved every time you met his gaze, the corny compliments and acts of service he’d do for you, how he always would tell you he missed you when you’d see each other, even if only a few minutes had passed since your presences were last intertwined.
You knew he liked you from the very moment he met you. But, you yourself weren’t sure of your own feelings. Freshly out of a relationship, and numb romantically from it, you felt bad that you weren’t in a place to show interest back. You always worried about the pace things were progressing, and whether or not you could even give the energy back. You needed time, and gladly, Daisuke gave you all you needed. You two had know each-other for months at this point, and were now pretty close.
“Would you let me cook for you,” he asked, not once pausing from swiping down with a pencil on the paper.
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depends. Are you a good cook?” You glanced up at him for a moment, and he met your eye then.
“Well, yeah! I can cook. Not the best, but
 I dunno, I just wanna make you something. You say cooking is annoying for you, I wanna help.”
You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that. I’d have to tell you my preferences, though.” You sat up, scooting closer to the other.
“Yeah, of course!” He watched as you sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He instinctually put his arm around you, comfortingly.
“You’re warm, but you smell like axe body spray.”
“No I don’t!” He pouted, and you laughed, reassuring him that you were kidding. He continued, “You smell like
 lavender.”
“I do? I like that smell.”
“Mhm.”
“
”
You two sat in silence for a little while, before you finally looked up at him and whispered, “Daisuke.”
“Yeah?”
You leaned up towards his face, now turned to you, and left a gentle peck on his lips. Then another. Then another, and then something deeper. You crawled up into his lap, hands placed on his jaw, curving out from his cheeks as you slowly moved them around his neck. He whimpered slightly into the kiss, placing his hands on your ticklish sides which made you tense a bit. But you two continued, and eventually you melted like paste into his touch as he moved his hands down to your hips and thighs, pulling you closer to him until you were plush against his chest.
It was at this point that you noticed your make out session left some
 hard feeling beneath you. It didn’t take long to realize, and when you looked at Daisuke, it was as if he morphed suddenly into a tomato. “S-sorry. I don’t-
 usually do this kind of this so I-“ you cut him off with a gentle kiss, pecking your lips softly against him as you trailed down to his neck.
You nipped and kissed and sucked, leaving hickeys all about his skin. All the while, you began to grind down into him, rubbing yourself up against his hardening erection, guiding him with your hands to drag you forward and back as you moved. Those gentle whimpers finding their way out of his mouth were so sweet, like candy for the ears. You couldn’t get enough of it

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zerobaselove · 7 months ago
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a perfect fit | zhang hao
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pairing: campus crush! zhang hao x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 3409
warnings: minor swearing probably?  lowercase intended, not proofread
prompts: 4. "what do you want?" "you" 5. "i want to help you, so please, let me." 11. "is that my sweater?"
notes: combined a hao prompt request (i changed the phrasing of 4 a little bit IMSORRY) with a campus crush! hao request and came up with this,,, honestly longer than i was expecting and somehow shorter than i wanted it to be ?? idk.. anyways geology major! hao you are dear to me (i want him so bad i'm clawing at the walls of my enclosure) hope you all enjoy <3
college was stressful. you knew it would be, it had to be expected. but what you didn’t expect was that the hardest part wasn’t the coursework or the seemingly constant stack of homework sprawled across your desk; it was actually paying attention in your classes.
how were you supposed to focus on mantle convection when three rows down was arguably the prettiest boy you had ever seen in your whole life. zhang hao.
you only had a few classes together, but coincidentally, due to your wandering eyes those happened to be the classes you were falling behind in. and he was to blame. 
truth be told, it seemed everyone had some sort of campus crush on the boy; between the way he dressed and carried himself and the way he always managed to be at the top of every class, just about everyone either wanted to be him or be with him. and you couldn’t blame them in the slightest. 
zhang hao was someone to admire from afar; across the lecture hall or the path between buildings. so when he ended up in a study group you had joined in an attempt to graduate with a respectable grade, you were dumbfounded, what was someone like him doing in a study group for a class he was passing with flying colours? maybe it was charity work, you convinced yourself.
the study group was only so effective for you, with zhang hao in the group you couldn’t focus, yet again. it was too hard to not notice the way he fidgeted with the pen in his hand or the way he doodled small animals in the corners of the paper. or the way he leaned over a fellow classmate as he helped them with a particularly complicated question in the textbook. 
you were doomed.
——
after a few weeks of no progress, you were just about to give up. maybe i’ll just drop out and work at a department store or something. you told yourself as you crouched down outside the library you all studied in. 
sure, you were being a little dramatic. but you were one question away from bursting into tears as you walked out of the study group an hour early. the embarrassment of leaving paled in comparison to crying in front of the boy who had been your reason to showing up to class some days. 
“are you okay?” the question pulled you out of your pity party, looking up to see the tall male in front of you. he gave you a worried look at your curled up frame leaned against the brick. “i’m just feeling a little stupid,” you tried to laugh, a dry husk of humour pushing past your lips.
the boy didn’t respond right away, opting to crouch beside you as he sat down on the concrete right next to you. if you weren’t so stressed about your academics right now, you probably would’ve been a stuttering mess at the close proximity. maybe you would’ve even noticed the scent of his cologne. but all you could do in that moment was frantically wipe your eyes and attempt to not look as pathetic as you felt. 
his eyes softened as he watched your hands rest on top of your knees, “you’re not stupid,” he said, a sweet tone in his voice, comforting even, “it’s a difficult class, everyone has been struggling.” his kind words tugged at your heart more than you’d care to admit.
“but everyone else seems to be getting it eventually.” you sniffled, concentrated on the tears threatening to spill again, “and i just keep slipping further and further behind.” you let out a heavy sigh, “i’m never gonna catch up at this rate.” 
you almost forgot the boy was even sitting there, silently listening to your troubles. “shit sorry,” you let out a pitiful laugh, “i didn’t mean to drag you into being my therapist.” 
he shook his head, a smile spreading across his face, “it’s okay, i’m glad you told me.” he turned his head towards you, “how about we make a deal?”
you only tilted your head in curiosity, urging him to continue his train of thought.
“you let me tutor you from now until exams. if you pass, then we both win, and if you don’t, then at least you tried your best.” 
the offer was sweet, but you couldn’t help but wonder why zhang hao of all people would take time out of his days to tutor you.
“what’s in it for you?” you let a small smile break out across your face, the first in what felt like weeks. 
“well,” he pretended to ponder for a moment, “maybe i just want to pass my knowledge onto someone.” you couldn’t help but laugh at the reason as he continued.
“and maybe, this can double as a way to make a new friend, if you’d want.”
sure. “friend” had no real implications of anything beyond a good acquaintance. but you almost choked at the disbelief. the university’s sweetheart, zhang hao wanted to be your friend? the boy you had spent the better part of the last two months trying to tear your eyes off of while your professor droned on about chemical reactions and the composition of rocks.
“are you sure? i don’t wanna take up too much of your time and-“ he cut you off before you could finish. “i wouldn’t offer it if i wasn’t sure,” he smiled gently, “i want to help you, so please, let me.”
you pondered the offer for a moment again. maybe it was the prospect of spending more time with him, or maybe it was just the idea of finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel that was this class, but you had made up your mind.
“deal.” your smile widened as you stuck out a hand, his own coming out to shake yours as he mirrored your expression. 
this was going to be interesting.
——
your one on one study sessions had only been going on for a few weeks but you were already starting to grasp the concepts more with zhang hao’s help. “just call me hao.” you recall him insisting on multiple occasions, unaware of the way your brain would try and twist the intimacy behind it. just friends, you had to remind yourself, that was all you two would ever be, and that was honestly more than you ever could have expected. 
“hao,” the name rolling off your tongue, “it’s getting late, can’t we wrap this up?” you whined, pouting a little in hopes of getting sympathy from the boy. as smiley as he was, he was also quite the hard-ass when it came to studying.
“one more question and then we can be done for tonight, deal?” he smiled, gesturing to the last practice question from this page. you let out a huff as you mumbled an acceptance of the deal, grabbing your pencil once again as you wrote out the explanation, scouring your brain for the scientific phrases to communicate your thoughts. 
zhang hao looked over your final answer with a content hum, his hand coming over to ruffle your hair, “good job, you’re getting the hang of this.” 
you stiffened at the contact and praise, you had never really gotten validation like that, especially not from someone like him, and your brain was running with it. 
when you originally agreed to this arrangement you hoped that maybe it would be your way to get over your little campus crush on the boy sitting next to you, but it had only gotten worse, and you were slowly losing it. taking a moment to shake the thoughts from your mind, you started gathering your stuff up to leave, as was zhang hao. 
“don’t forget you’re stuck with me tomorrow too, y/n!” he chuckled lightly before saying his farewells and leaving first, rushing off to meet up with his friend; you were sure he mentioned his name once before, ricky maybe? something like that.
you only nodded as you waved, grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair and slinging your backpack over your shoulder, but then something caught your eye; a light blue hoodie draped across the back of the back of the chair next to you. zhang hao’s sweater. the boy was already long gone, and based on how often he was sporting the hoodie, you assumed it was one of this favourites, so you couldn’t just leave it here. “i’ll just give it back to him tomorrow.” you mumbled to yourself, picking up the sweater and resting it over your arm.
when you got back to your dorm you folded the sweater nicely on your desk, right in your view so you wouldn’t forget it tomorrow. as much as you tried to ignore it, that night you couldn’t help but notice the warm citrus scent of his cologne, and you swore you could smell it in your dreams that night.
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the next day was a brisk spring day, the warm air having been replaced by a crisp, almost cold, breeze. to say you had not dressed properly was an understatement, you thought to yourself as you walked across the campus towards the library. in a moment of weakness as you called it, or rather a moment of strong winds, you took it upon yourself to throw the pale blue hoodie over your frame. he wouldn’t mind too much right?
sitting at your usual table in the library, you set up your many papers and textbooks, not paying attention as the boy you had grown close to approached the table, a little out of breath. 
“sorry i’m late,” he breathed out, catching his breath after seemingly running here. 
“it’s okay, i was early,” you laughed, finally looking up at the boy who’s cheeks were flushed light pink.
you watched as his gaze traced your figure, taking notice of the sweater you were wearing, “is that my sweater?”
now it was your turn to flush a shade of pink, trying to form a sentence as you stuttered through excuses, “oh, i’m sorry,” an awkward laugh escaped your lips, “it’s just you left it here yesterday and so i was bringing it to give back to you but it was colder outside than i thought it was and so i put it on on the way here without really thinking, i can give it back right now,” you barely stopped to take a breath, “or i can go wash it and then give it back if you’d prefer.” your train of thought was stopped by his hand on top of yours, your mind going from a million miles a minute to frozen solid in mere moments. 
“it’s okay y/n,” he chuckled at your flushed expression as he sat down next to you, “it looks cute on you anyways.” he said simply, moving his gaze to the textbooks in front of you as he flipped to the pages you were on the day before. 
this boy was going to be the death of you.
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something in the air seemed to change after that day, and it wasn’t just the scent of the blooming cherry blossoms in the breeze. something had changed with you two, and perhaps that was how the two of you ended up in your dorm room rather than the library, and on a saturday of all days. 
“what homework have you got for me today teacher zhang hao?” you joked, leaning back on the arms as you sat on the end of your bed, looking at the boy who sat comfortably in your desk chair.
“aren’t i allowed to just hang out with my friend without talking about plate tectonics?” he said, a joking sarcasm lacing his tone. 
you only laughed in response as you tried to control your heart beating out of your chest at the simple, friendly, term. 
before you knew it, the day had faded into night in a blur of laughter and conversation; real conversation. it was a nice change of pace, and as much as you hated to admit it, the more you got to know him, the more your campus crush had changed into just a genuine crush. 
you tried to ignore it, but it was so hard to ignore the comfort you felt being around him, how easy it was to slip into conversations and how easy he made you laugh. how were you supposed to not think about that.
and much to the dismay of your heart, these weekend hangouts had become a sort of routine. on top of seeing him most weeknights at the library, your interactions had spilled into the weekends quite seamlessly. whether it was just having a movie night in your dorm room, wandering campus during sunset, or even just doing normal young adult things like going shopping. the two of you had even gotten into the habit of accompanying each other on errands just to keep the other company. 
it was nice, you couldn’t lie, but the domestic activities made it that much harder to separate your romantic and platonic feelings for the boy. 
and here you were, awaiting the arrival of the boy on a saturday night. every time your phone lit up you rushed to grab it, just in case it was from hao, the casual name becoming more natural over the weeks.
this time it actually was a message on your screen, you found yourself quickly unlocking your phone to see what it said. “i’m going to stop at the store on my way over,” the text read, “do you want anything?”
before the voice of reason in your head could object, you typed back a quick response, “you.” simple, straight forward, to the point. everything you weren’t. it was already too late to cover up your boldness as you watched the typing bubble appear, in sync with the wave of anxiety and near nausea that washed over you.
“you think you can afford me?” he joked back, rolling with the conversation more smoothly than you ever could have, evidently. you typed back a quick laugh, hoping he wouldn’t see the truth behind your original response, “probably not, maybe i’ll just take some gummy worms.” you replied before nearly throwing your phone across the cramped room. 
and to think, you were stuck with him all night.
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you tried to focus on the movie, you really did, but the all too familiar feeling of wandering eyes and a racing heart took over your senses, and who could blame you? it wasn’t every day you found yourself sharing a blanket with the prettiest and kindest boy you’d ever known. you almost wondered if he could feel the heat radiating from you, or if he would just blame it on the fuzzy blanket covering your legs. you hoped it would be the latter.
soon enough the credits were rolling and you finally pulled yourself from the thoughts spinning around your mind, just in time for hao to turn to you with a smug smile. “you didn’t pay attention to any of that movie, did you?”  the question caught you so off guard you actually choked a little on the sharp intake of breath. was it that obvious? you wondered. you really had to work on your expressions it seems. 
“what’s on your mind y/n?” the smooth, almost teasing tone in his voice would’ve probably made your knees give out had you not already been sat down in your bed.
you managed to stutter out a response, rather reminiscent of the first real conversation you two had months prior. “oh it’s, uhm,” you quickly tried to come up with a believable excuse, settling on possibly the worst one, “it’s nothing.” the stiff laughter did nothing to help your case as he grinned at you knowingly, hopefully not too knowingly. 
“so i’m nothing now?” he feigned offense as his hand came up rather dramatically to his chest. “i thought i meant more to you than that, y/n.” he teased, obviously enjoying watching the gears turn in your brain as you attempted to process the conversation that was happening.
busted.
there was no coming back from it now and you knew it, and more importantly, he knew it. at some point he had picked up on your lingering gaze, your quick glances that you thought had gone unnoticed. all there was left for you to do was either admit your growing feelings, or play dumb about the whole thing. and somehow you decided the latter was the smartest option. 
“i, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about.” another forced laugh pushed past your lips, getting past your thumping heart on the way out. 
it seemed that your reaction filled zhang hao with a new sense of confidence, because he did the last thing you expected him to do; lean in. not close enough for your lips to graze each other, but close enough to feel his breath on you, to feel the heat radiating off of your faces. close enough to feel the thick tension in the air, but you were sure anyone could feel that if they were here, you could even cut it with a knife.
“i think you know exactly what i’m talking about,” he smiled, your eyes darting down to his lips that were only a couple inches from your own before looking back to his eyes; warm and inviting. 
you weren’t sure what to say anymore, and so you made the bold decision to close the gap; only briefly, but long enough to taste the cherry lip balm that coated his lips, to feel the way his lips fit against yours. like tectonic plates.
what started as one chaste kiss turned into 2, and then 3, and then a gentle kiss of yearning, of waiting, accompanied by his soft hands on your cheeks. you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, his soft hands feeling like silk against your burning skin. you could feel him smile into the kiss as your body eased, relaxing into a rhythm. time slowed and suddenly the two of you were the only people in the world, the boy in front of you filling all of your senses. zhang hao. zhang hao. zhang hao. your brain echoed as you pulled away, giddy smiles plastered across both of your faces.
“is that what you were on about?” you smiled, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes once again.
he let out a small laugh, “what do you think?” he sat back against the wall once again, admiring the way the glow from the tv illuminated your skin, and the way you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. “i thought youïżœïżœd never do something about it.” he laughed again, this time grabbing your hand lazily.
“listen,” you started, “i didn’t think you noticed, and i was okay to keep it that way,” you looked down at your interlocked hands, your mind silently replaying the last 5 minutes on a loop, rendering yourself no better than a broken record. “you’re the zhang hao, everyone has at least a bit of a crush on you, so why would i assume i had any chance.”
he shook his head as a proud smile spread across his face, “everyone?” he asked, leaving you to lightly smack his arm, a small yelp coming from the boy. “okay okay, no need to smack me,” he laughed, “but really, you thought you didn’t have a chance? why would i have offered to tutor you if i didn’t have at least a bit of an interest in you?”
you let yourself ponder for a moment, looking back on the now distant memory. “i just thought you were being nice!” you stated matter-of-factly, earning another giggle from the boy, you could get used to that sound, or rather, being the reason behind it.
he merely smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips, “well i’m not nice like this to anyone else, if that helps make it more clear.”
“good,” you mirrored his smile, taking in the beauty that was the boy in front of you, the boy who seemed to fit with you like the tectonic plates.
“because i don’t think i could handle the idea of you spending your wednesday nights talking about rocks with anyone else.” 
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spookykoolkat · 1 year ago
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tattoo shop - e.m. blurb
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an : something i was thinking about bc eddie obviously loves bigger women. should i turn this into a short story? :p
let me know! i love feedback <3
wc: less than 1k? maybe 1k? idk i didnt count LOL
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the thing about eddie is that he noticed he'd only ever have crushes on bigger women. it started in high school, when he had a crush on one his literature teacher. she was full, round hips and thighs that forced the fabric of her pencil skirts to stretch, and the outline of the buldge of her tummy. eddie could tell she would wear things to flatten her figure out, and struggled not to be that one weird student and comment on her body.
maybe it's milfs. maybe it's older women you were attracted to.
well, he leaned that way for a while. until he started his new job as a tattoo apprentice. you worked there, not chosen with talent or skills to actually tattoo pieces of artwork on bodies, or pierce flesh with needles all day. you settled for doodling at the front desk of the tattoo shop, and eddie managed to watch your every move.
you dressed in tight tops and baggy pants, always hanging off of your thick hips enough to show the hemline of your boxer briefs you wore. somehow you managed to look feminine while masculine at the same time.
you noticed him staring, but being too shy to say anything to the shaggy haired metalhead, you kept your distance and gave small, blushing smiles to him. he took it.
he didn't think he'd go from getting small smiles from you to bending you over his dining table at his place after a party he threw. but he did. eddie came on to you, told you how sexy you looked that night, asked if it was weird working at a tattoo shop with zero tattoos. that's when you asked him, who said i didn't have tattoos?
eddie quickly found out that you did. and you had a lot. they were littered over your stomach, your thighs and shoulders. how he managed to never see them was shocking, but what became even more shocking was when you accepted his flirty invitation.
i have to see it to believe it, sweetheart.
so, the house emptied towards the night, not a single person in sight besides you and eddie. you were in eddie's kitchen cleaning up solo cups and alcoholic residue when he walked in, thick with silence. he was watching you from behind, bending over his counter slightly to scrub away the stickiness.
"you don't have to do that, honey," eddie said as he walked toward you.
you stopped scrubbing with the rag, and faced him with the small of your back digging into the counter. "i know. just, felt like i should." you blushed, feeling heat rush to your cheeks from the mix of alcohol and embarrassment.
"you're a sweet girl, you know that?" eddie said with a cheeky smile, moving to stand in front of you as you stayed put.
"you don't have to compliment me," you said and averted your gaze. it was enough you had the epitome of your dream man standing in front of you, but he had to call you a sweet girl too?
"why wouldn't i compliment you? i think you're a real pretty girl. a real pretty girl who i didn't know had tattoos." he said with a smile, easing your nerves with a small joke and you felt yourself melt.
"they're just hidden. a surprise for whoever gets to see me with my clothes off." you admit and your face heats up even more, making eddie take a few steps closer to you.
"those lucky fuckers." he breathed, somehow closer than you remembered. close enough for his hand to ghost yours, and move to your hip.
"mm, don't know how lucky they really were if they never talked to me again afterwards," you said with a soft chuckle. he scoffed, moving closer and placing both his hands on the curve of your hips. you let him, the feeling of his large hands squeezing the parts of you that you hated.
"psh, you'd might need to get a restraining order on me if i ever saw these tattoos of yours," maybe he should've said something less forward, but the silence that rang through the house was so defining — he had you alone.
still, you played dumb. not necessarily dumb, you just wanted to hear him say it. "why would i get a restraining order on you?" you laughed. your hands instinctively rested against his abdomen as he brought himself closer.
"don't think i could ever leave you the fuck alone even if my life depended on it."
"eddie," you warned, as if you felt he was unsure about what he truly wanted, "you don't want me, i know you're acting like it but, that's not true,"
it came out weak, sad and almost insecure until eddie moved his hands up your curves, over the rolls of your back, and grabbing you with your cheeks in his palms.
"i don't really think you can tell me how to feel, isn't that right? i think i'm allowed to want whoever i want." he said confidently and your eyes went wide, doe like as if you were struck with the most impossible words you'd ever heard.
"you want me?" you squeaked, your voice not cooperating with you.
"will you let me have you, pretty girl?"
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bubblergoespop · 8 months ago
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redacted headcanons wooo
some angsty, some cutesy, some whatever idk
elliott makes sunshine sleepy when they’re around him. not because of his powers but just because he makes them feel comfortable and safe. and being around him relieves them of the fear of having any nightmares again, because he won’t let it happen.
as the rest of the damn crew ages, gavin mimics the way they all age. wrinkling his skin, fading the colour from his hair, etc.
i don’t know much about plants but they can get sick right? like viral infections or something? anyway, one day, the plant that anton's love gave him was looking extremely wilted and anton sobbed practically everyday and poured his heart and soul into helping it until he was able to get it to recover again.
vincent was secretly envious of how well lovely seemed to be coping with their turning. not anymore though.
lasko's partner sleeptalks. lasko was shocked the first time they did it around him because it’s such a contrast to how quiet they are when awake.
sweetheart was in a rush to get to work one day and accidentally grabbed one of milo's shirts instead of their own. when they came home later on, milo realised they were wearing his top. ofc that awoke something in him and, since then, he’s had sweetheart put on multiple fashion shows in which they try on his clothes.
lasko's partner is the type of teacher who gives their students stickers and sweets, and they also doodle on any written exams when they mark them.
porter wasn’t alone when he was turned. he was with someone he cared about. and they cared for him. but they didn’t get turned. his maker murdered them and that’s why porter says “historically” it doesn’t turn out well for those who care for him.
the asset helps take care of anton's plant. they find actual biological life fascinating, and they can stare at a plant for as long as they like since it won’t get annoyed or uncomfortable like a human does.
gav stayed at the damn campus for longer than usual once and freelancer was left home alone with the time to over think and they ended up crying themself to sleep over their mortality and gavin’s immortality. gavin had no idea until they woke up the next morning. when they looked at him, he felt their core ache.
ever since angel tried on davey's clothes for the first time, david’s gone out of his way to hide angel’s clothes at times and/or “forget” to wash them with the rest of the laundry. and then he goes “oops guess you’ll just wear one of my shirts in the meantime
” with the stupidest smirk on his face ever
porter gets regular nightmares. from the trauma of his human life, the time with his maker and/or from the things he’s done for william. it’s the reason he says sleep won’t bring him peace, even though for most people, it would.
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hauntingjasper · 23 days ago
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I've seen some dark romances where vampires drink their partners' blood...
I wonder if Gumball has blood or if Marshall bites him for fun (or to drink his blood).
Would your blood also taste sweet?
I love them so much <33
And i love your art 💕
Aww thank you sm đŸ€Č💖
My Gumball doesn't have blood because he's just gum, so if Marshall bit him, he'd just drink his color (does that count as blood to PG,, , idk) I think it'd be like only eating the filling of a Bubbaloo, and since it's just pure sugar and not that nutritious, Marshall Lee wouldn't drink it that often.
But he does bite Gumball just for fun a lot of times, it's like his love language at this point lol Gumball doesn't really mind because he wouldn't feel the pain or become a vampire if Marshall's fangs sunk too deep (don't ask me why i'm still thinking of a reason for that), so neither of them are intimidated by the act đŸ«Ž If anything, Gumball just finds it funny because Marshall bites him at random, sometimes he'll bite Gumball's cheek after kissing him or have a quick chomp of his knuckles while they're holding hands and he has nothing else to do.
Sometimes Marshall will also have a nibble of his neck when they hug, Gumball's reaction is always something like "Did you just bite me? I felt something >____>" because, again, he can't feel the pain of his bites. I think he'd feel something like a painless pinch, but wouldn't be able to tell if Marshall actually bit him and was about to make him go out in public with a bite mark he didn't notice or if he's just messing with him lol
Here's a silly doodle of them for you đŸ«Ž
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captain-lessship · 1 year ago
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His “Sidekick In The Chair” No Longer Pt. 1
a/n: No die hard comic fans come for me but I do know that Toxin (A symbiote) has helped spider man in the comics and I wanted to write something that has the potential to get funny but I will warn you, there is a sad bit in this part.
CW: Possible Spoilers (idk i know not everyone has watch the movie or read the comics)
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“Every superhero has a sidekick!” He whined.
Your best friend, Pavitr, had offered to walk you home and had talked non-stop about you helping him. 
“Pav,” you turned around, fully ready to shut him down but you saw the sheer hope and excitement in his eyes, “I- Fine!” You lamented. “But I am not your sidekick, we are equals.”
He smiled widely at you as he slung his arms around you, “I knew you’d agree! Thank you. And sure! You can be a hero too!” 
You rolled your eyes playfully, “Besides how hard could it be?”
“About that
 we need suits.”
“What?”
“Oh come on, all superheroes have cool suits and besides you can sew!” He said.
“I really really hope that I get side swiped by a car.” You groaned.
“You’ll never get hurt while I am here.” He said, voice trying to be serious.
You were unimpressed, “Let’s hope you never have to use that line.” You patted him on the back. 
When you got home, you immediately got to work doodling up a suit that would be fit for your rather expressive best friend and now partner in crime fighting. 
You smiled to yourself as you drew and after what felt like hours, you added color. As you stared at the costume, your mind began to wonder, thinking about all the shenanigans and by relation, danger he’d be getting into and you wouldn’t always be there.
You were set on the sidelines: No powers, only your mind to help him. You knew he was smart and wouldn’t purposefully get himself in deep trouble but yet, you still worried. 
And your worrying was for the best.
There was now a-
“Hole in our universe.”
A hole in your universe.
“Pav, sweet sweet, Pav,” you held your phone closer to your ear, “Why is there a god damn hole in our universe?” You yelled into your phone.
“Geez, don’t yell! Calm down, it’s being fixed and
 I’m sorry.”
You were shocked. It wasn’t that Pavitr never apologized, it was that he never apologized without adding on why it wasn’t his bad.
“It’s- Pav, it wasn’t your fault. You are not responsible for other people’s actions.”
“I know, I know but I feel partially responsible: it’s my city. And there’s a hole in it.” 
“It’s being fixed, it’ll be okay.” 
A sudden knock on your window made you jumped and you turned in your chair to see him. You walked to your window and opened it. 
He tumbled in and slumped to your bed, still in his Spider-Man suit. You sighed as you walked over and sat beside his face down figure, “So is this a ‘Leave me alone for five minutes and bring me tea’ or a ‘I am just being dramatic’ ?”
“I am not dramatic!” He shouted at you. 
You just stared at him as he jerked his mask off, a very angry and hit look painted across his face. 
“You know what?” He stood up, “Forget it! You don’t know the half of it!”
“Oh what don’t I know?” You said, feeling yourself become annoyed.
“What it is to be an actual superhero!” 
It cut you deeper than it should’ve. There was just something about the way he said it that made you believe that he never thought you were more than his tailor and direction giver. 
Anger filled you, “Oh please!” How quickly could he forget that he would not have been able to do it without you. 
“You just don’t! And I don’t expect you to!” 
“No, I don’t get the easy part. I don’t get the powers and I don’t get the praise but I hope you can do it without me.”
He stared at you, eyes scanning your face, “I don’t have the easy part. I have to except the fact my life is written out for me.”
“Well, should be easy to live then, the reassurance that it will all be okay must be great!” You folded your arms across your chest. 
There was silence for a bit. 
“What do you mean without you?” 
“You said I wasn’t a real superhero,” you felt your anger subside, “And I got mad.”
He looked at you, “I am just
 disappointed in what I now know my life will be like, it’s all already drawn out and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
“What will it be?”
“My uncle, and every other Spider-Man’s uncle, were already destined to die. So is a police investigator that I am close to.” 
You could’ve swore you saw tears form in his eyes, something that never clouded the face for your sunny spirited friend, “Every Spider-Man has a Gwen Stacy. Every Gwen Stacy falls in love with Spider Man.”
You picked up on what he meant, you walked to him and wrapped your arms around him and felt his body give slightly, sniffing and snuffling noises leaving him. “Every Spider-Man and Gwen Stacy can’t be together, can they?” 
He nodded yes, acknowledging that his young love was predestined to end. All you could do was hug him.
You thought about that all through the night. Mind drifting to how sad it must be. Suddenly something touched your foot. 
It was cold.
Slightly slimy.
And it was moving. 
With a shaky hand you pulled back the cover, revealing a crimson colored mass.
Before you could scream, it began to rise slightly off the bed and a pair of pearly white eyes with a light blue sheen came to the thing that was in your bed.
Fear filled you as words came from the creature.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” You all but whispered.
“Are you frightened?”
“Uh, yea, no offense but it’s not everyday a random blood looking creature appears in my room.”
“I am Toxin.”
“Is there something you need or what?”
“I can make you a superhero. You would want to help your friend, right?” Toxin remarked. 
“Okay eavesdropper, but how could you do that?”
“I just need your body. Then you will have all my powers.”
“Could I web swing?”
“We could try.”
“What’s the catch?”
Toxin laughed, “Smart, aren’t we? Well there is one. What you eat, I take half the nutrients. I use your body as a sort of home.”
“It won’t kill me, right?”
“No. What parasite intentionally kills their host?”
“You need a marketing class.” You sighed, “But I guess we could take one.”
“We could.” Toxin smiled widely. 
You extended your hand and Toxin climbed onto it, you shuddered slightly at the feeling, “How are you gonna get inside me?”
“Take a deep breathe.” 
You closed your eyes as you breathed in through your nose, feeling him slip in your nostril. It felt like when a doctor swabbed your nose to see if you had the flu. You choked slightly, feeling it drip down into your chest. Then the voice came.
“It’s nice in here.”
“Thanks?” 
“You’re welcome.” Toxin said, “Now, I request a sandwich.”
“PB & J?”
“Grape jelly.”
“Of course.”
Little did you know who was outside your window, having seen the encounter between you and the alien. It was Pavitr. His watch chimed.
“Canon Event Successful. Continue your work.” 
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6okuto · 4 months ago
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hai everypony. used some of u and ur ocs as my muses for a little (big) (rough) spread :3 So u know u r perceived and enjoyed.
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if ur surprised because we don't talk um. i recognize ur user and or did some tag lurking so. hey... um. Hey...... tags and notes under the cut!
@khalixvitae - KHALIX ! do not know this guy At All but i decided to mix things up and use him!! if u have any thoughts to share abt vil i'm all ears! >__<
@sweet-milky-tea705 - JAYCE! yasenia. smoking duck gif. is anything else needed 2 say... i didn't forget her ears i just. upside down. hair. and. giuspelazpe
@koyukiki - Leon Kennedy. LMAO he's literally the most random guy on here. "why hoseok da bus driver" vibe LIKEHEEBFHSB but u know. hiii koyuki!!
@shobvrry - wehehehe... hiii friend,, little shoto for u!! :3 do u like the placement of frozen joke bear. get it. bc. because. he. and. get it
@dira333 - kENMA!! this is evidently Not the thing i wanted to give u but. this has taken a while and i actually want 2 redo the other thing so. haii dira!! \o/
@satorisoup - tHe Only self ship other than me on here. based it on ur existing self ship comms and picrews.. R ur eyes green. like. ..IMCRYING . ROCK ON LENE!
@last0bread - !! azalea has SUCH a cool + unique design!! she's also quite satisfying to draw?? LOL. i also like doodling flowers so thanks for letting me do that :3 đŸ©· /silly
@mustddart - oh my god i didn't know u changed users and just got so scared. I rock w these guys. i don't know their dynamic i based it solely on this post (& it being percy) but I ROCK W THEM!!! U r one of the people i recognize by user btw. Hiiii stay awesome!!!! đŸ©·đŸ©·
@luv-indigo - SOOO lovely!! loved reading about nadine and seeing her in each step ^__^ !! i recognize u by user too. Haiii all ur art and ocs r super nice and cool!!! đŸ™†đŸ»â€â™€ïžđŸ©·
@vaultureculture - bro i am rocking w this design so hard. elvia is stunning like okkk???!! leander i see u. i get u đŸ™‚â€â†•ïžđŸ”„ phlomis is also Awesome i love the dynamics and story going on IM ROCKING SO HEAVY!!
@kandy-katz - omg. i did the chibi first and by the time i got to the last empty space i realized sol was the only one who was a sole (haha) chibi and !! 😭 i felt so bad bc his full design is SO SO cool so he's here twice. HE'S AWESOME!! đŸ©·đŸ™†đŸ»â€â™€ïž
@dreamtydraw - smoking duck gif. apple bag trio.. lOVE THEM!! đŸ©·đŸ’Œ wasn't originally gonna do all 3 but i saw this pose and thought it was silly and fun.. yeagh. all ur ocs are always so lovely and unique!!! everypony reading this go check dreamty on itch.io and play all 5 games NOW!!!
@evanox - SARA RAAAHHHH!!!! saraahhhhh!!.???? haha get it. ...just looks like i spelt ur name wrong. Let's carry on. MAEHWA!!! đŸ˜­đŸ©·đŸ©· worked off jayce's art I hope she looks ok. sage is drunk and saying something stupid /affectionate Idk what.. hehe she's lovely!!
@anonymous-eggy - Big Fan of masks and i love this one. HIS DESIGN IS SO FUN!! i finished drawing them the fastest fr fr i want that shirt so bAD and their hair is so nice yeahh i rock w az HEAVY!! đŸ©·đŸ©·
@someiicecube - cannot overstate how heavy i rock w esther. u hooked me at an awesome stunning design and reeled me in w reading too many romance books and wishing it was him. so me. SO COOL!!! đŸ©·đŸ©·
da process........
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yeahgh. 👍 i wud like to draw some for real in the future but actually if i draw anything in the next few days my brain will explodeo.
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justalildumpling · 2 years ago
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⇱ renjun as your boyfriend
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pairing: renjun x reader  genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our fav lil angry bean jun <33 (also um?!?! he literally has THE BEST bf material photos istg)
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your relationship would’ve probably started off as not friends but not dating in a way, whether you met thru mutuals or just naturally, the two of you would’ve felt a spark but wanted to get to know each other before actually pursuing something
renjun would’ve made it obvious but not too obvious about his feelings, enough for you to question it but not enough for you to be completely confident with your evidences
the dreamies would be ROLLING AROUND the floor in frustration, telling him to confess his feelings already and giving you the biggest hints ever with the two of you shrugging them off saying it’s too early
despite the slow burn lead up to your relationship, i feel like renjun’s confession would be rlly casual like you two would be over at one of your guys’ place watching tv on the couch cuddling and renjun would just drop it like- HUH?!
it could literally be a disney movie in the background and renjun would say “you know, that character is my favourite from that movie” and you would laugh and ask him why
“idk it’s just really cute and it reminds me of you in a way, maybe that’s why i’ve always liked you.” 
once you started dating, not much would’ve changed in your relationship ok besides from the occasional kissing and hand holding etc
i feel like he would send you little doodles throughout the week that reminded him of you
oh the way he would have the softest smile on his lips whenever he talked to you or if he received any messages from you during his schedules 
renjun would have so much care for you whether he would express it thru just random sweet sayings throughout the day like “you look pretty today” or just giving you that honey soaked smile that he has (you know the one) 
he would call you love or some sort of cute nickname and would get super happy if you gave him one too (tho wouldn’t admit it to the dreamies LMAO)
the dreamies would so tease him everytime you came over ESP HAECHAN OML which would probably end up in a bickering match between the two so nomin and mark would take you away from the scenario and have a nice civil chat
he doesn’t seem like the type to overdo on PDA but wouldn’t mind small gestures like holding hands or leaning on each other’s shoulders/lap/stomach
tho i feel like he would purposely kiss you in front of haechan just to be petty and see his reaction LMAOO
tho he doesn’t seem like the possessive type, he would get clingy towards you when schedules abroad comes up 
“imagine you came with me to Thailand that would be so cool, haha im kidding! i mean
 unless??” “ok fine!! i’ll stop guilt tripping you but like just so you know i’m gonna be crying on the plane tomorrow.”
ok. renjun may be a relatively small man but do not underestimate his power/anger like if he found out you were ever mistreated in any way he will fight. like rip to whoever hurts you because jun would roast the heck out of that person (touch them and i’ll destroy you vibe)
your dates will either be aimlessly exploring the city and trying to find the best hotpot spots or food spots in general to just chill nights at your houses just enveloped in peace
you would feel so comfortable around each other, and could feel that the relationship was stable from the start
he seems like the type to communicate problems well and stress the importance of it. even tho it can be hard to communicate sometimes just in case it may hurt the other’s feelings, he makes sure to address the problem on the early stages because he cares and wants to be with you in the long run
he doesn’t seem like he would throw in this much effort for people he thinks isn’t worth his time and energy 
the best thing about dating renjun would be that you would feel at home with each other, you guys realise early on that you are each other’s rock, that you can trust each other with your lives and be each other’s driving force to become your best selves
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taglist: @polarisjisung @wooyoung-a @w3bqrl @enelrahs @rv7hsua @n0hyuck @neosdaisy @xxxx-23nct @maeumiluv @produmads @dearlyminhyung @shwizhies @baekhyunstruly
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beebundt · 5 months ago
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Self rec time <3 TAKE TWO
Rules: Share five of your own works (OF ANY KIND CUZ I WANT TO SEE YOUR HYPE). Then, tag five more people to share the things they’ve made.
1. Something you absolutely adore:
2. Something that was challenging to create:
3. Something that makes you laugh or smile:
4. Something that surprised you (how it turned out, how other liked it, etc.):
5. Something you want other people to see:
THANK KEW UR SO KIND FR!!!! THIS SOUNDS FUN SO I LOOKED THRU AND TRIED TO PICK THE MOST FITTING THINGS.......... they're all within a year, maybe 2 or so bc i have very little pieces i still like past that point đŸ„Č
1. i made this during my first year of college, i wanted to do something kind of warm and sweet as a submission for my club's art magazine. i dont think anyone cared abt it too much bc the lgbt population there is. Small to say the least lmao. but i still liked how it turned out! i cant discredit myself for trying to experiment!
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2. WHEWWW this one was an art trade and it took 2 months (i felt so bad and still do) and was the first time in a long time doing a big rendered piece so i was super nervous and unsure how i wanted it look. but i think it turned out ok!
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3. i love looking back on the very first art from 2 years ago i made of my first active (and still) dnd pc, mimyr!! i still didnt know how i wanted to draw firbolgs' ears yet so you def see a transition there. shes grown and ive grown. i love her đŸ„ș old on left, newest on right for reference
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4. the post these 3 are in is currently sitting at 39k+ notes which is just. so bizarre 😭 i do like how these sketches turned out but i feel like tumblr users will see a titty and go rabid. woman lovers unite
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5. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THIS ONE SO ..... I CHOSE ONE OF MY FAVS IN RECENT YEARS TO SHOW OFF .? this was just a mindless doodle in a group canvas session but i still look back on this all the time bc its one of the most fun ive done in a Long time. been really trying to push myself to experiment with color/brushes that im unfamiliar with and be more sketchy again bc over-rendering makes me so miserable..... this is my happy place for sure
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TBH IDK WHO WOULD BE OKAY WITH BEING TAGGED SO . i will leave this open for anyone who wants to join in on it and @ me so i can see too!! đŸ«”
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oatmealcrisp-freak · 1 year ago
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here's the first part of the break up fic cus idk when/if this'll be finished :3
“I really can’t stand,” Aren growled out between knitted teeth. “Dishonest people.”
Those words hit him like a truck.
Kusuo looked at his lunch tray, seated right next to Aren’s, with a hollowness rising in his stomach. Across the table, Kaidou laughed and the conversation turned to the newest release of SiCy but Kusuo barely heard it. His ears were ringing. He was nauseated. Shame welled up in his mouth - it tasted like acid.
It wasn’t directed at him.
It didn’t matter.
He closed his eyes and did his best to breathe.
Perhaps sensing his unease, Aren’s hand slid around the small of his back and attached itself to his hip with thoughtless demeanor. Kusuo looked upon it, upon its wide and scarred expanse on the green of his slacks. Took note of the heat where it pressed into him.
He clenched his teeth.
Who the hell was he fooling.
He reached down and took the hand from his hip then stood and grabbed his lunch tray. He was done. He couldn’t eat anymore. He couldn’t sit here anymore. He couldn’t let Aren touch him anymore.
Not after hearing that.
He was done.
“Kusuo?” Aren asked as Kusuo stepped out from the bench.
He could feel Aren’s eyes burning into his back.
He sucked in a breath, clamped it all down and back, and walked away.
For the rest of the day he tried to put it out of his head, but it refused to stay gone. It scratched at him, a scraping scalpel digging relentlessly at his composure.
Who had he been fooling? Seriously? Getting together with Aren, having hope for once for the future - he’d been stupid. Aren had gotten into his head somehow and made him forget the very pertinent reasons for avoiding relationships. For two glorious months he’d deluded himself that he could have something human.
Aren made him stupid.
Aren made him selfish.
He wanted to keep this, Kusuo thought as he stared out the window during a lecture on economics. He wanted to keep going like he’d never heard Aren say that. He wanted to keep pretending to this sweet normality that he’d been walking in as though his powers didn’t exist.
He really, dearly wanted to.
It would be more convenient that way too. This was the new status quo that he’d foolishly agreed to. Could he afford to disturb it?
He looked over at Aren, and could tell right away he was doing his best to pay attention as well as he could. His leg was jiggling furiously and his brows were mired in concentration, his sharp eyes purely focused on the board as he took his notes. How good those notes were was debatable. There was a zit on his chin. Kusuo had noticed it this morning. He knew it was rude to stare at zits, because normal people didn’t like them for some reason, but he couldn’t help but be a little enamoured of it. Aren’s nose scrunched - he was having trouble wrapping his head around a concept. There went another doodle of his motorcycle, joining several more and a medley of Dragonball Z characters because Aren wasn’t Aren if Aren could concentrate on a lesson without drawing. That in turn made Kusuo look at his hands. The cuticle of his thumb was frayed. His nails were clipped short. Kusuo was a big fan of Aren’s hands. He liked it especially when they were on him.
He liked holding onto them too.
Aren liked it when he did that even, which was the real shocker. For some reason Kusuo couldn’t divine, Aren liked him. Aren liked touching him. Worse, Kusuo had found he didn’t actually mind being touched if it was Aren - something as simple as holding hands, or a kiss on the cheek, or a cuddle, he’d warmed quite quickly to all of those things that Aren enjoyed too. It felt safe.
He wanted to keep that.
He remembered the way it’d felt when Aren had touched his hip in the cafeteria after saying what he had - how polluted it’d felt. How he suddenly hadn’t been able to stand it. How he’d run away.
Aren hated liars.
How could Kusuo let him touch the single biggest liar of them all? It’d felt so wrong. It’d made him sick.
How had he deceived Aren into loving him? 
Him, of all people?
Kusuo looked back out the window, heart beating a sluggish, sick pace.
‘Everything looks so normal.’ He thought as he took in the blue sky.
Funny, that, given it felt like the world was crumbling.
It sayed with him for the rest of the day. The school doors opened ahead of him and Kusuo looked up. Aren’s purple bangs shifted over his sky hewn eyes as he looked down at him, and he smiled.
There wasn’t a single miserable thought in his head. He couldn’t sense it. How strange. Usually his instincts were so keen.
Something inside Kusuo trembled. It was a miracle it didn’t reach his hands.
“Want to get some coffee?” Aren asked, and reached up to scratch at his cheek as it blushed red. “We can go to the usual place.”
“Ou, the lovebirds are gonna make smoochy smoochy faces at each other,” Nendo jeered then yelped as Kaidou elbowed him. 
Aren blushed deeper but laughed. “If he’ll let me, sure.”
“Come on you big oaf, leave them alone. We’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Kaidou asked, trying to pull Nendo away and failing.
“Yeah.” Aren waved, then looked back at him and held out his hand.
Kusuo looked at it, feeling as though his heart was dripping right out of him.
It would be strange to ignore it.
He took it, and it made him feel like a monster.
Kusuo knew what he had to do.
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Aren had a boyfriend.
His first, he thought as he looked down at the pink head next to him, and his last, because this was the man he was going to marry someday.
He squeezed the hand in his, hoping that Kusuo would look up at him instead of staring at the ground. Kusuo didn’t look at him, but did squeeze back. His fingers were laced around Aren’s firmly, firm enough that it’d take effort to pull away.
His eyes seemed shadowed.
Aren wasn’t a fan of that.
It was hard, granted, to see the exact nuance of Kusuo’s eyes through his glasses and hair, but something about his face reminded Aren of that disturbing moment at lunch when Kusuo had taken his hand off him and left without a word.
Mind, Aren was used to Kusuo simply leaving a conversation when it suited him. It was one of his more endearing charm points. 
This had felt different.
But now they were holding hands.
So it was fine.
Right?
It didn’t feel fine. Some instinct in the back of his head was telling him that something was wrong here, something very difficult not to listen to because Kusuo so rarely shied from his touch. In the two months they’d been together, he’d had the joy of witnessing a steady dripping thaw in the other boy, a reciprocity, and a deep fondness for cuddling that Aren was really enjoying. Most of the time if Kusuo was in a mood, all Aren had to do was hug him, and that was all it took to make Kusuo feel better.
It was a privilege to be able to do that. It was one Aren held close to his heart.
With school he hadn’t really gotten the chance for a good snuggle since lunch, however, and Kusuo was touchy about public displays of affection besides. Best to secret his boyfriend into the privacy of a booth and give him a good cuddle there.
If Kusuo would let him.
Aren would admit, Kusuo shying from his touch had really taken it out of him.
Something was clearly not okay. But it would be okay. He was certain of it.
After all, they had each other, and that was what mattered.
Aren pulled Kusuo’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. When he opened his eyes again, Kusuo was finally looking back at him with something shattered in his eyes.
Aren felt his gut curl in concern, and tried to smile.
Kusuo looked away, and Aren’s concern mounted.
Fortunately, Cafe Mami was found in short order. Aren settled his arm over Kusuo’s shoulders and led him to a booth, a nice private one toward the back. Cafe Mami was Kusuo’s favourite cafe. If there was anything that could cheer him up, it was some of their coffee jelly, and a good snuggle. Aren was certain of that.
Hell, it’d cheer him up too. He was worried.
He just wanted Kusuo to feel better.
Kusuo wasn’t loosening up into his touch. It was like holding a cardboard cut out. They settled into the booth, but Kusuo sat away from him on the other side. Aren stared at the other boy, trying to make out any expression in his face and finding none - an eerie blank wall was looking back at him.
‘What the hell is going on?’ Aren swallowed and opened his mouth to ask, but it was at that moment that a waiter came to their table and cheerily asked for their order.
“Uh.” It took Aren a second to recalibrate. He tried for a smile in answer to the waiter’s own. “Coffee please. Black.”
“Sure thing. And you, sir?”
Kusuo stared at him with empty eyes. “Nothing. Please.”
A stammer of goosebumps swept up Aren’s back. Heart in his stomach he stared back at Kusuo, then flicked his eyes to the waiter, then looked at Kusuo again and tried to figure out why that was so unnerving. Kusuo wasn’t getting coffee jelly? He was getting nothing?
He was staring

Even the waiter seemed confused. “Ah. Alright. But if you change your mind let me know.”
He wrote it down on his little pad then nodded at Aren with a customer service smile. “I’ll be right back with your coffee.”
“Thanks
” Aren said, not looking away from Kusuo.
The waiter walked away from their booth and they were left in the remote silence, the soft happy music playing on the crescendo of Aren’s nerves with awful, sticky, contrast. He swallowed it back and gave his head a shake. What the hell, dude. What was he so afraid of? 
This was his boyfriend.
Aren put on a smile. “So that’s-”
Kusuo sucked in a breath that rode his shoulders up to his ears. “I’m breaking up with you.”
“-not,” Aren blinked. “...What?”
Had he heard that right? No. No there was no way he’d heard that right. His smile cracked and expanded around the edges. “What’d you just say?”
But Kusuo just looked at the table, his eyes round and his lips pencil thin rashes of paleness on his face. He turned his head to the right. To the left.
He shifted, and started to slide out of the bench.
No. Hell no. Aren quickly got out and slid into the opposite bench, blocking Kusuo in. He reached out and grabbed the other’s hand but it wouldn’t budge into his, staying firm and tightly laced to the seat.
“Kusuo,” He lowered his voice, doing his best to catch Kusuo’s eye. “Look at me. What’s going on?”
Kusuo said nothing. He wasn’t exactly given to talking to begin with, granted, and Aren had loved that about him, had loved his quietness and the way Kusuo could turn even that companionable. Cohabitation of space was a symptom of his trust and affection, Aren was pretty sure - slicing that up with mindless chatter simply wasn’t Kusuo’s style. Aren had experienced that so rarely before, a peaceful quiet, but with Kusuo it felt like his life was made of it. He was hooked. He was addicted.
He couldn’t lose this.
“C’mon, babe,” Aren hissed and pressed in closer, his heart pounding in his ears as he gripped the wrist tighter. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong. You can’t-not just like that, you gotta-”
Fuck, what the hell was he even saying?
“Your coffee, sir.”
Aren flinched and whipped around, his fist slamming into the pleather backrest. 
“Can’t you see we’re having a moment here?!” Was out of his mouth before he could even try to claw it back, and the startled expression on the waiter’s face only made it worse.
“S-Sorry,” Aren stammered. “Just. Uh. Th-thanks.”
The waiter put the coffee down and left. Aren turned back. Kusuo still wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t fucking looking at him.
Aren thought he was going to be sick.
“Kusuo, come on.” He said and reached out, pulling Kusuo’s chin to face him and begging to see his eyes. Fuck, he was pathetic. “Tell me what this is about so we can fix this-”
Kusuo finally looked at him in the eye but it wasn’t a comfort because his gaze was empty and cold, stealing Aren’s breath and plowing right through him. This wasn’t a friendly, familiar look - this wasn’t the Kusuo he was used to. This wasn’t even the Kusuo he’d met on his first day at P.K., this was something different.
Worse.
“It’s not you,” Kusuo said, pulling at his wrist and jaw both to take them from Aren’s hands. “It’s me. Let me out.”
What-
What the fuck was that?!
And just like that, Aren was fucking enraged.
“What the FUCK are you talking about?!” Aren didn’t even try to keep his voice down. “‘It’s not you, it’s me’?! That’s some bullshit people say when they don’t give a shit and I know you, I know that’s not you! You CARE about me, Kusuo.”
Kusuo’s jaw seemed to twitch for all of a second before it was gone, barely a wobble then it was tensing up tighter than Aren’s fists and he was lifting his chin in that confrontational way that drove Aren fucking nuts.
“No,” Kusuo’s eyes were chillier than an arctic blast. “I don’t.”
Aren saw red.
He couldn’t fucking stand this.
He grabbed Kusuo’s chin again and shoved their mouths together in a sharp clack of teeth, his fingers crunching down on jaw bone and the smooth clavicle of Kusuo’s shoulder. He had to make him see sense. He’d kiss it into him if he had to-!
Kusuo groaned under his mouth and a warm hand clasped down onto his wrist. It wasn’t working. Kusuo wasn’t softening. What was this?
Where had the boy he thought he’d known gone? Where was the Kusuo who would sigh into him, who would search for him with his lips, who’d confessed to him during a quiet night that he’d used to hate kissing until it was just the two of them, where was he?
Where had he gone?
The fingers on his wrist turned in tight and with a surprising show of strength wrenched his hand away from Kusuo’s chin, and Kusuo shortly ripped his mouth away. There was a searing gaze haunting behind spectral green shades for a second and then Kusuo was stepping onto the booth, stepping between Aren’s legs, and jumping down from the bench.
He was-
He was leaving him-
Aren’s body moved before he knew it, his hand grabbing Kusuo’s wrist.
“Don’t-” He gasped through his buzzing, fumbling lips, his eyes desperate upon Kusuo’s face. “Don’t go.”
Kusuo gave him one more cold, searing stare, and then slapped his hand away. He turned. He walked away.
Aren’s legs were too numb to go after him. He stared after the departing back of his boyfriend, collapsing slowly into the bench. And then Kusuo was gone.
Aren stared at the doors for longer than he knew before it hit him.
Kusuo was gone.
Kusuo had broken up with him.
Aren scrubbed his hands through his hair, leaning over the table, completely numb and broken through to the quick all at once.
‘He didn’t even tell me why.’ God. All he could see was those blisteringly cold eyes boring into him. Kusuo had said he didn’t care. Kusuo had said it wasn’t Aren, it was him, like it was all some fucking joke.
Kusuo, Aren shut his eyes and tried to reach for the memory of the soft and pliant boy he’d just been getting to know, could be a real fucking asshole sometimes.
Fuck.
What did he do now?
Right now, Aren barely felt like he could move.
It wasn’t fair, he thought as he buried his face in his hand and sucked in a harsh, stuttering breath. It wasn’t fucking fair.
‘He didn’t even tell me what I did wrong.’
Leaving the cafe was an exercise in humiliation, when Aren finally got his legs under him. It felt like every eye in there was staring at him, and after that little fiasco why wouldn’t they be? It pissed Aren off, which was good, he fucking needed it.
“Fucking staring at me, square up to me homey and I’ll show you all what’s good,” He hissed as he slammed the door shut behind him. He stomped as he walked, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he furiously rattled his brain for what the fuck to do now.
It took him seven blocks to realize he was crying.
That just pissed him off even more.
He scrubbed a hand over his eyes and threw back his head, giving a loud yell of fury to the sky. Of course that meant everyone stopped to stare at him again, and he barked, “What the fuck do you think you’re looking at!?” before he could begin to think of stopping himself. The people on the sidewalk around him quickly went back on their way and Aren stared around himself, seething.
Where did Kusuo get off?
Where the FUCK did he get off, making Aren feel this way?
He started back on his way, to where he didn’t know but away from here was fucking grand, and clenched his fists tightly.
He didn’t know what to do, but he couldn’t live without Kusuo in his life. That was the man he was going to marry someday. 
The desperation was tearing him apart. It couldn’t end this way. 
It couldn’t.
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pathologicalreid · 2 months ago
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ok ok ok, first of all: I hope you’re doing good!! <3
now. I can’t even begin to explain how much I love the build up.
the little situation with the blouse an the bag at the beginning, the bathroom moment and of course last but not least the actual smut!
I adore soft, gentle, vanilla (idc how you want to call it) established relationship sex so so much- and the way you‘ve written it, margot let me give you a forehead kiss (only if you want! if not we ignore this part!)
all the little details, how they are reassuring each others horniness, the use of a condom (the box is lavender. the man has everything in some kind of purple shade istg), him doing math in his head (why is this not a more popular hc?), now thinking about what they have to do the day after to not cum too fast (simply a nice detail, also I like my men kinda desperate so <3) and it‘s all just so comfortable and sweet.
this will probably gonna be my fav smut fic this october (and in general, idk idiots just being in love is right up my alley) unless you post like 10 other things like that, then I‘ll have a hard time figuring out my top 3!
thank you so so much for writing this!! <33 💐
hello my beloved!
this fic is so much fun because it's less about the smut (destination) and more about the anticipation (journey) and something about the bathroom scene just feels soooooo spencer to me
anyways u mentioned the lavender condoms and not to expose myself but the condom packets are lavender because the trojan "her pleasure" condoms are lavender lmfao it felt right to me
my man doing math in order to last longer in bed <3 it's so important to me <3 he doodles rieman's hypothesis to help him unwind so this hc just makes sense!!!
i'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! i think the smut for this week saturday is a lot of fun personally. i'm looking forward to seeing if you end up with a ranking lol.
i love you!!!!
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sempsimps · 4 months ago
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toga head cannons + dating bits
so mha what a show i have been violently thrown back into it and currently re watching it along with another 4 animes anyway here i am ready to make this since I have like *checks notes * 16- nope 19- nope hold on 24! drafts and I can see more on the horizon so I'm finally letting my bisexual self get some crazy girls on my list
headcannons
She likes Hello Kitty. I think she would love Kuromi (I don't know for sure, as I've never watched it. I'm not really into Sanrio stuff.)
she has some skills with drawing but nothing too major. maybe a really good sketch once in a while, on some important documents (definitely got into a lot of trouble for doodling on her school books or anything like that. ik i did)
She chews on pens or pencils. possibly hoodie drawstrings, just anything, to be honest.
I feel like she loves dinosaurs, like at least knowing some random facts from like stolen picture books or remembering an interesting thing from a museum, and I guess the Internet exists
Dating stage
she has been rejected a few times, which is obvious, so when she finds you, she is nervous about falling fast yet again and getting left. again. but she can't help it, and when you say you feel the same, she could happily fight and die for you x10 more than she already felt like she would
Blood jewelry absolutely 100% like a pretty heart-shaped pendent that's suspiciously liquidy and a beautiful red like take all my money (I will for the precious bean)
She is a criminal, so getting more domestic dates is kind of difficult. so there's options 1 she drinks someone else's blood to disguise and just dresses different from them, so it's less obvious and go to a coffee shop or something. OR 2 screw the domestic stuff! and go out to steal sweets or candy and idk steal a shopping cart, go spray paint some rich guys house, and do stupid shit like getting arrested only to call dabi or shigaraki for help as you both laugh at how stupid that was.
She would love it if you knew how to style hair or let her style yours and be matching
Speaking of matching toga would absolutely have pj's/ onesies for the both of you. examples I can think of would be the night and light furry ones (I think they neat) also those two peice ones so sharing two sets like, skull top and pink short and then having pink tank top and skull trousers.
Love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and gift giving all the way. Holding hands? "Ah! We're holding hands haha, suck it, dabi your bitchless!". she needs soothing words during a cuddle session like fr tell her she's an amazing girlfriend. Anything you get her stuff like that is definitely her new bragging right, new hair clip? It's on, and she refuses to take it out until you do it yourself. A little pin it's going on her skirt, a keyring? She's putting at least two of those on the handle of her favourite knife. You made her a painting/ printed a photo/ wrote a poem or anything? It's getting framed and hung above her bed
She probably had lots of photos before you dated, but now she definitely has. 2 folders one is a digital file on her phone, and the other is stashed away, filled with secretly taken ones that she looks at when she misses you
If you're a hero, she'll make it a point to watch you and look at all your fan base online. "It's my turn on the TV my adorable partner is on." She would also want to go on every mission close to where your agency would be. If you have any merchandise, she has it already. If she sees other people wearing your clothing line, she would either compliment it or want to stab them (I can't decide)
That's all i can think of, and i want to do more, so anything else in the comments would be nice. im trying to ease my way into writing female characters. i might be bi, but i can't talk to women, so this was fun and a little difficult for me
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killbenedictcumberbatchagain · 4 months ago
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can I talk about something that Actually made me feel bad this week
j met this lady the other day and she was really sweet, if a bit quirky and it was nice to just be around that energy for a short bit and She said she wanted to draw me, as the self declared non artist she claimed to be and I was like of course go right ahead
and she was doodling a bit in a notebook with a pen and I asked her to show me what she had and like, I loved it so much I actually Saw Myself in the drawing and she was like "no no I messed up" and wanted to throw it away but I told her "no please keep going and she did" and by the end she wasn't able to capture my features so she drew me with a mask which was like so good and cute and it made me happy
and I asked her if I could have it and she kept saying it was bad but I wanted so so So badly to reiterate to her how much it meant to me that she did that because
people ask me all the time to draw them at no cost, I don't even tell people anymore about my art because they don't even ask why it's been almost 5 years since I drew, they just aggressively ask I draw them and get mean and nasty when I say I can't or ask for money
and like I really Really REALLY wanted it because just..being drawn for once made me feel nice
like I felt like I was a positive kind of spectacle and not a monstrosity or something. I want to look attractive and eye popping. I want to look like someone I would draw. and even though she was just doodling and I didn't expect like Michelangelo levels I just wanted to be seen through someone else's eyes. just once. I don't take selfies anymore. people record me in public and it feels like My Skin is being pulled off like I don't belong to myself
idk how many people have seen my leaked RP but knowing that every Day I am guaranteed to be in the presence of someone who has just. hurts. me
I Hate how people look at me. even teenage boys fucking give me these looks. People walking up to me pretending to ask for directions
I think the worst thing someone said was these girls at a bar who said "she just needs love" like I want to die thinking about that so often so often
so like that little nice thing was really something I needed and I wish I could have had it. Idk I may cut all my hair off again
There are not enough showers in the world that could wash this feeling away
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hospitalterrorizer · 4 months ago
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diary325
8/9-10/24
friday - saturday
gonna sleep soon.
listening to the comp this is off of right now:
youtube
this is really good, a lot of riffs i'm gonna wanna figure out probably, as well as a lot of the regular kind of 16th note thrash-outs, i'm kinda figuring that stuff out a little better i think, next time i do that i should make it kinda slide up a couple notes instead of having it be static, i don't think anyone's really able to read the notes, as in hear them properly, anyways, so that might create a pleasant sense in the riff, of more movement and might announce the destination better, as in where the notes ought to be? idk. we'll see.
that makes me wanna work on music rn a bit... but it's too late i think, i should not do that. i did do other stuff today though, i worked on some lyrics for a song i've not been able to figure out for a while. that felt good... it bothers me slightly though, i need to write more stuff, i do some little bits here and there of like... poetry almost... i need to edit something small and send it in... then i gotta work on the big thing again!!!! gah i feel so stupid though.
beyond the lyrics i also did 2 drawings today, they're both small and suggestive i guess but idk, who cares, they're mostly about creating a feeling of like... heat and dirtiness i guess? that's more or less the intent. i know that must be stupid because they're mostly doodle-y but i kind of think it's better for me to lean that way anyways.
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that's my day... oh... i ate 3 cupcakes too today... i am very stupid for that cuz it does not feel good for me to do that... but i am craving so much lately, sweets... salty... anything really. i guess it might be the fasting also making that happen too, idk. i really only do it cuz i know i'm not burning calories walking to work anymore and also i'd not eat at work for hours as well... so i'd like barely eat... so i guess i just want to preserve my figure... i know that's like unhealthy sounding but idk it mostly feels okay. i'm just reflecting here...for no reason.
for music tomorrow... i wonder what i'll do... my gf will actually be out of the house maybe so i could record. i also really need to make myself read i think. read read read. so i can write write write. i need to get myself out of the music-obsessive thing. the drawing's good for that, and i think the drawing helps me do the music, in a way, the drawings feel the most linked to what i do w/ my music, my writing probably is too but not as much, i think, or it's not so evident to me, this is kind of what i would like the sound of the music to convey emotionally or maybe physically over emotionally. that it be material in some way, as ephemeral as the dirt under our nails, mysteriously appearing, always regenerating in the absence of our attention... that is a good way to put it. a forgotten region.
once again... the sun is super duper up and i've gotta sleep though,
so
byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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simlicious · 2 years ago
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Get to Know me
I was tagged by the wonderful @aroundthesims, thank you! 😘
1. What do you have under your bed? My entire wool stash for my knitting projects! 💜 according to my ravelry stash, about 20 kg of wool (I have a bit of an obsession).
2. Favorite candy? What I favor changes periodically! Generally, I love soft and salty licorice, sour, chewy gummy candy and also candy bars like snickers. I don’t eat a lot of chocolate sweets, but I do love a good chocolate cake or hot chocolate :) Right now, I enjoy eating “Spekulatius” (speculoos), which is a crisp cookie with spices like cinnamon, coriander, cardamom and cloves; and homemade Christmas cookies made by my parents! 
3. The last thing you drew/doodled was:  Random scribbles on a scrap paper, I like to doodle while talking on the phone. I usually draw eyes, trees, and weird surrealistic things that I make up as I go along. On the piece of paper, I can make out some sort of spider web with a flower in it, a star with an eye in the middle, something that looks like tangled Christmas lights, also with some eyes in it (idk, I have an eye obsession it seems).
4. Are you completely sober rn?  Always (I don’t drink)
5. What’s the one thing that annoys you more than anything? I’m super annoyed that consumers get told that they need to do their share to save the planet, like use reuseable packaging, do not buy online, only buy organic foods, recycle all the trash. I do try to do most of these things regularly, but it annoys me that companies suggest that is the way we save the planet. But this just shifts the problem away from the ones who can make a far bigger environmental impact: the companies themselves, who often do just the bare minimum when it comes to saving the planet. Many just deflect their responsibility, and that makes me mad. Does your workplace have different trash cans to recycle properly? Probably not...
6. Have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? Not that I remember (I might have I kissed something cold as a kid and it felt kind of sticky, but never put my tongue on something cold)
7. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?  Idk, probably here.
8. What was the single last word you spoke? "bis dann” (see you soon/later), to my mom on the phone. I’m tagging:  You (but feel free to ignore!)
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