#kyrie-ray

[apocalypsis-uranium]

Glavinug, the sea slug pokemon!

Based on the Glaucus atlanticus, glavinug is very beloved and I want one as a friend

[kyrie-ray-scribbles]

fall pokes 🍂🍁

[plutonium-sky]

so I saw @kyri45 's ISAT and Sky: COTL au and I HAD to chime in with my tiny redesign of Iez for the au. Unfortunately her mask is a Giant personality of what she is so she carries it at all times with her anyways but it's a welding mask now. And I kinda removed Ray from here cause it may be a little much for her if she's gonna just be on the side LMAO

[pupsmailbox]

NEUTRAL LEANING MASC NAMES ⌇　abner.　 abram.　 adam.　 adrian.　 alex.　 alistair.　 andreas.　 ariel.　 arlen.　 arley.　 arlo.　 ash.　 atlas.　 auden.　 august.　 austin.　 avery.　 bailey.　 baron.　 barrett.　 baylor.　 beauden.　 bee.　 bellamy.　 bennett.　 blair.　 blaise.　 bowen.　 brayden.　 brendan.　 bronson.　 bryce.　 byron.　 caius.　 caleb.　 callahan.　 callan.　 calloway.　 callum.　 camden.　 cameron.　 carlin.　 carson.　 casey.　 cassian.　 chandler.　 chase.　 cody.　 cole.　 connolly.　 corban.　 corwin.　 cyrus.　 dallas.　 damion.　 damon.　 daniel.　 darius.　 davis.　 dawson.　 daylon.　 denver.　 desmond.　 devin.　 doran.　 dorian.　 drew.　 elian.　 elias.　 ellery.　 ellison.　 emery.　 ethan.　 evan.　 ezra.　 fallen.　 farren.　 finley.　 ford.　 foster.　 gabriel.　 gannon.　 garner.　 gavin.　 gentry.　 graham.　 greer.　 griffin.　 guthrie.　 harley.　 harlow.　 hartley.　 hayden.　 henley.　 henry.　 heron.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ian.　 irving.　 isaiah.　 jace.　 james.　 jameson.　 jared.　 jeremiah.　 joel.　 jonah.　 joran.　 jordan.　 jory.　 josiah.　 jovian.　 jude.　 julian.　 juno.　 justus.　 kalen.　 kamden.　 kay.　 kayden.　 keaton.　 kellan.　 keller.　 kelly.　 kendon.　 kieran.　 kit.　 kylan.　 landry.　 lane.　 lennon.　 leslie.　 levi.　 leyton.　 liam.　 linden.　 lowell.　 luca.　 madden.　 marley.　 marlow.　 marshall.　 martin.　 mason.　 mathias.　 mercer.　 merritt.　 micah.　 miles.　 miller.　 milo.　 morgan.　 morrie.　 morrison.　 nate.　 nevin.　 nick.　 nicky.　 nico.　 nicolas.　 noah.　 noel.　 nolan.　 oren.　 orion.　 owen.　 parker.　 percy.　 perrin.　 peyton.　 pierce.　 porter.　 preston.　 quincy.　 quinn.　 reece.　 reid.　 reign.　 rein.　 remi.　 remington.　 renley.　 riley.　 river.　 robin.　 rollins.　 ronan.　 rory.　 rowan.　 russell.　 ryan.　 rylan.　 sam.　 samuel.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 seth.　 shiloh.　 soren.　 spencer.　 stellan.　 sterling.　 talon.　 taylor.　 thaddeus.　 thane.　 theo.　 toni.　 tracy.　 tristan.　 tyrus.　 valor.　 warner.　 wells.　 wesley.　 whitten.　 william.　 willis.　 wylie.　

NEUTRAL LEANING FEM NAMES ⌇　abigaël.　 abilene.　 addison.　 adrian.　 ainsley.　 alexis.　 and.　 andrea.　 arden.　 aria.　 ashley.　 aspen.　 aubrey.　 autumn.　 avery.　 avian.　 ayla.　 bailey.　 beryl.　 blair.　 blaire.　 blake.　 briar.　 brooklyn.　 brooks.　 bryce.　 cameron.　 camille.　 casey.　 celeste.　 channing.　 charlie.　 chase.　 collins.　 cordelia.　 courtney.　 daisy.　 dakota.　 dana.　 darby.　 darcy.　 delaney.　 delilah.　 devin.　 dylan.　 eden.　 eisley.　 elia.　 ellerie.　 ellery.　 ellie.　 elliot.　 elliott.　 ellis.　 ellory.　 ember.　 emelin.　 emerson.　 emery.　 evelyn.　 ezra.　 fallon.　 finley.　 fiore.　 florence.　 floris.　 frances.　 greer.　 gwenaël.　 hadley.　 harley.　 harper.　 haven.　 hayden.　 heike.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ivy.　 jade.　 jamie.　 jocelyn.　 jordan.　 jude.　 juno.　 kelly.　 kelsey.　 kendall.　 kennedy.　 koda.　 kyrie.　 lacey.　 lane.　 leighton.　 lennon.　 lennox.　 lesley.　 leslie.　 lilian.　 lindsay.　 loden.　 logan.　 lou.　 lyric.　 madison.　 mallory.　 marinell.　 marley.　 mckenzie.　 melody.　 mercede.　 meredith.　 mio.　 misha.　 monroe.　 montana.　 morgan.　 nico.　 nova.　 oakley.　 olympia.　 owen.　 page.　 palmer.　 parker.　 pat.　 paulie.　 perri.　 petyon.　 peyton.　 phoenix.　 piper.　 priscilla.　 quinn.　 raven.　 ray.　 reagan.　 reece.　 reese.　 remi.　 remy.　 riley.　 rio.　 river.　 robin.　 rory.　 rosario.　 rowan.　 ryan.　 rylie.　 sacha.　 sage.　 sam.　 sammy.　 santana.　 sasha.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 severin.　 shannon.　 shelby.　 shiloh.　 skye.　 skylar.　 sloane.　 sol.　 soleil.　 sterling.　 stevie.　 sutton.　 swan.　 swann.　 sydney.　 tatum.　 taylo.　 taylor.　 tracey.　 valentine.　 vanya.　 vivendel.　 vivian.　 vivien.　 wren.　 wynn.　 yael.

[whumpdreaming]

Crownchain - Character Intros

Hi! This is the introduction to the characters of my new series! Here's a little about the setting itself: it's not quite medieval-era, but not quite modern either, and obviously knights and nobility are the main focus. The system of knighthood works in a way very inspired by BBU; knights are typically taken at a young age (usually from poor/orphaned circumstances, becoming wards of the state essentially) and forced to go through very intense training (at a place called the Academy) that involves not just combat, but also promoting absolute loyalty to their charges.

Said charges are usually members of the nobility, those important/rich enough to warrant having a bodyguard or even multiple. Knights are legally considered property, not people, and belong to whoever they're supposed to be protecting, meaning there are zero legal repercussions for mistreating your knights. In fact, such a thing is highly normalized, and knights are taught to expect mistreatment in whatever form.

Some nobles like to decorate or embellish their knight's armor, often changing their appearance to match the noble's own, such as matching colors or jewelry. Duels are common and function more like underground cage fights, with a variety of types (the most common being "until incapacitation"). Knights are held to an extremely high standard and are expected to continue in their duties even when sick or injured, and it's commonly expected to punish them if they're not performing well enough.

It's called "crownchain" because typically, armor is designed with a ring around the gorget (the neck piece of the armor) or generally around that area. Often, it's used by itself to pull a knight around, or a leash of some sort is attached; this is called the crownchain (i.e., the person with the crown has chained them). If that makes sense and isn't stupid.

This world concept came about with help from @bamber344 and @seastarblue :) I plan to fill out more details about the world itself as I go, but here's the main cast:

picrew link

Kyrie, she/her, a young trans woman and knight, who's been "retrained" a few times now due to poor performance and is now in the ownership of Lady Avaline. She's good at what she does, but also happens to be extremely socially awkward and shy. Wouldn't know how to ask for help even if she realized that's an option. Very much a wet cat. This picrew is missing her brands (two below her right eye, signifying her status as a knight and then her ownership to Avaline's house) but otherwise is pretty accurate. She's also built like one of those shotput athletes because I love fat women.

Lady Avaline, she/her, a very outwardly carefree young noble eager to get her hands deep in court politics. Considered a veritable ray of sunshine by everyone she meets, but also well-known for her brutality and high standards. Uses Kyrie not just as a guard but also as a glorified handmaiden, and is eager to punish her for any and all mistakes. Frequently forces her to duel, but clearly must be doing something right because Kyrie is very successful, leading many others of the nobility to follow Avaline's example (unproportionally harsh punishments for mistakes; although not many seem to be as willing to do it so publicly.)

There's another character I have in mind named Juniper, but I'm not sure of her role yet. What I do know is that I'll be doing Hurtcember with these girlies, so watch out for that :)

As an aside, I'm very open to the idea of a shared-universe type deal where other people make their own stories in the setting if they so desire 🤔 Mostly I just want to gauge interest because it feels good when people are invested in my creations lol.

[stvharrngton]

hi kyrie, congrats on 1k!! i hope i'm not too late to send something in, but may i please request 💌: steve + 91 (kisses shared under an umbrella) from list 2? thank you so much <333

kait!! not too late but i’m sorry i took forever to get this posted 😭 thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy! <3 @katsu28

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 1k

warnings: none, fluffy boyfriend steeb

prompt: kisses shared under an umbrella

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

The evening spring air was hot and sticky against your skin, your bare arms brushing against Steve’s with every step that you walked, your denim shorts high on your waist.

You two were a picture. Your hair thrown up into a bun that was definitely lopsided on your head, a pair of odd socks donning your feet. Steve with his signature Ray-Bans perched on the bridge of his nose even though the sun had moved behind the clouds hours ago.

He’d insisted that you’d been cooped up in your apartment for too long, either of you only ever leaving the comfort of your home for work. “Fresh air will be good for us.” He’d said.

You’d rolled your eyes at him, even though he was right, Steve was always right, but a pout fell to your lips when you re-emerged to see his car keys were still slung on the kitchen counter.

Apparently your idea of fresh air was different to his. You wanted to go for a drive, feel the wind blistering through your hair as the radio played throughout the trusty BMW. Steve’s hand resting on your thigh as he navigated the winding roads beyond Hawkins.

“We’re going for a walk, come on, baby,” he’d said with a chuckle, lacing his fingers between yours to pull you into him closer, “stop pouting.” Steve spoke against your lips with a gentle kiss.

You didn’t have an end destination, you just headed wherever your footsteps took you. Hand in hand and Steve was beaming from ear to ear. Something about you, about being with you, made him giddy. The way your hand felt in his, how warm your skin felt, the way your cheeks turned rosy from the warm air.

All of it just felt perfect. Like home.

Steve would always cherish moments like these, he was sure you did too. Between all the doom and gloom and interdimensional monsters lurking in Hawkins you still had each other. And Hell, that was enough. It would always be enough.

As he got lost in his thoughts in a sea of you, he almost didn’t realise you’d stopped walking. Brows pinched together with that damn pout on your lips again, fingers tugging on his own.

“Was that thunder?” You gawped, voice a little shaky as the clouds darkened quickly.

“What? No, come on, you’re hearing things.” Steve teased, chuckling to himself as he tried to get you walking again, arm slung around your shoulders to get you moving.

The sky rumbled again, a little louder this time as it rang throughout Steve’s ears. His grin downturning into a thin line as he turned to look at you.

“Shit.” He mumbled.

“So you don’t think I’m crazy now, hotshot?” You jibed with a jab to the boy’s chest.

Both your eyes brimmed wide with panic as the sprinkling of rain began to fall from the clouds, only doomed to fall harder as the seconds passed by. You were already hot and sticky, you could do without adding soggy to that list.

Steve wrapped his fingers around your wrist as he dragged you into the convenience store on the other side of the road. You narrowly missed the downpour by a beat, your sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor of the store.

“Let’s just wait it out in here for a minute.” Steve said quietly, fingers carding through his hair as he ushered you through with a hand at the small of your back.

You gnawed on your bottom lip as you watched the rain thrash against the large windows, brows knitting together as you spoke, “I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon, Stevie.”

Steve pulled you into his side with his arm around your shoulders, his lips pressed to your temple as he nosed at your hairline. He hummed softly at your thought until his eyes fell on the rack of umbrellas in the corner of the aisle.

“I have an idea,” he said with a grin, “umbrella?”

He picked up one from the rack, a simple black thing with pink hearts splattered all over. You nodded with a giggle as you followed him to the cash register, hand tucked into the back pocket of his Levi’s.

“You’re not getting one for you, Stevie?” you asked as you leaned into the boy’s side.

“We can share, it’ll be romantic.” Steve hushed you with a wiggle of his eyebrows, fishing out his wallet to pay for your new umbrella.

“Steve,” you said with a giggle, “you’re like two feet taller than me.”

Okay, you were exaggerating just a little but Steve brushed you off either way. Insisting that he ‘could keep you dry, baby’, a statement he said in that voice that was usually reserved for the bedroom.

Steve Harrington was an idiot, but he was your idiot.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as he ushered you back out to the front of the store. The rain still thrashing the ground in an assault, you huddled shoulder to shoulder underneath the small ledge out front.

You snatched the umbrella from Steve’s hands as you felt the rain splatter at your feet, cold droplets sprinkling against your shins. You held the umbrella over you both as Steve peered down at you with a dopey grin on his face.

“‘M sorry I brought you out in the rain, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, you could barely hear him over the rain, his hand reaching to cup your cheek.

“S’fine, but I gotta ask,” you began, your free hand pressed against Steve’s firm chest, “where’s the romance you promised, loverboy?”

Steve chuckled lightly, pulling you into him and out from under the ledge with a grip to your waist. Both of his hands found your face, thumbs brushing over the apple of your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was sticky sweet, dripping with saccharine. Steve’s plush lips soft against your own, as you melted into him, his kiss, his touch. You felt him smile against your lips as he pulled away, your mouth chasing his as he came to rest his forehead on yours.

“Don’t get greedy now, pretty girl, there’s more where that came from at home.”

Umbrella and rain be damned, you were dragging Steve back to the comfort of your home as fast as your feet would carry you.

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

Read in May 2024

guess who's on a reading spree 🥰 I haven't had one of these for quite some time and it's feeling good since I spent half the month coughing and sneezing my guts up. my favourites of the month were probably The September House and The Summer Love Strategy, but I also really enjoyed revisiting some old favourites :3

here's to keeping up this energy in June!!!

Series read: The Girls I’ve Been duology by Tess Sharpe

The Girls I’ve Been - 5/5 (reread)

The Girl in Question - 4/5

Backlog books:

Seven Devils by Elizabeth May & LR Lam - 4/5

The Ghosts We Keep by Mason Deaver - 4/5 (audio)

Other reads:

You’re Not Supposed to Die Tonight by Kalynn Bayron - 4/5 (audio)

Sasha Masha by Agnes Borinsky - 4/5 (audio)

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi - 3/5 (audio)

I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver - 5/5 (audio/reread)

Queerly Beloved by Susie Dumond - 2/5

Turtles All the Way Down by John Green - 5/5 (audio/reread)

Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro - 3/5 (audio)

Feed Them Silence by Lee Mandelo - 4/5 (audio)

If These Wings Could Fly by Kyrie McCauley - 4/5 (audio)

Beating Heart Baby by Lio Min - 4/5 (audio)

The September House by Carissa Orlando - 5/5 (audio)

Four Found Dead by Natalie D Richards - 3/5 (audio)

Six Times We Almost Kissed by Tess Sharpe - 4/5 (audio)

The Summer Love Strategy by Ray Stoeve - 5/5

[wakabahan]

what characters inspired your ocs, if any? 👀

my bad this has been sitting in here for like two months. some aren't actually a character, it's the vibe like music, aesthetic, phys traits, etc

shasta shizuka- cornelia li britannia - alexandra cabot - satsuki kiryuin - shiv roy

dahlia eiko- bordeaux - this specific photo of my mom when she was 20 - ichigo - jan valentine

sunny miyu - mihoshi kurimitsu - antonio borgia - dana lewis - jpop group bennie k

wakaba - tear grants - chiaki kuriyama - goro majima - tora

kyrie - anise tatlin - miwako sakurada - edward wong hau pepelu tivruski iv - washu

ian - seth - garbage's the world is not enough music video - clarice starling - stevie ray vaughan's couldn't stand the weather

[juansartgallery]

Whoops, I forgot i had to publish this to my Tumblr!

Artfight was one of the many reasons why I was so inactive!!

I've totally done a lot more attacks that this one, but in order to not make this post inhumanly long, this is all you'll see, Tumblr people!

Alright, here are all the characters and creators in order!

Sister by: Mackieron

Sunny Plush by: EggplantPaperclip

Void Kat by: mindsmisery

Slinky by: LOCKKSTARR

Melancholic Geometry by: floofus

Nacho by: @nyanloane

Ssttrik by: SloughyHurdle34

Solusel by: emptyproxy

Gluttony by: @mercurymarine404

Zynn by: jxrdyn

Click by: stabbydragons

Oen by: ne

PJ & Larry the Rock by: FlowrPetals

Kyrie by: sunzop

Toon Ray by: OwlDust

OctoGhost by: OctoGhostVT (what a surprise)

Akuma by: Phoenix_Wright

Draco by: BlueTail_Clouds

Orbu by: @345rusl

Static by: RandomTherapy

Raincoat by: corpseflowerzz

Blu & MK by: 8bitVanny

The Trash Trio by: pixeldispatch

FRED by: Booglyboofle

Pitch by: pokia

Legbert by: @geistrominks TH LINK: (Geistrominks)

Smiler by: @moonjae06

Ro by: rodysoulos

Letifer by: @spritecrimes

Comet by: Swagythecoolest

Silly Cat Guy by: 1_mothman_1

Nep by: hexhollows

[desmond69miles]

Hey look its that one writer who doesn’t remember they had a tumblr blog!

I’ve been not only sick, but I’ve moved a long way from my previous house and with delayed processing I don’t notice things until like three days later it’s insane augh 

There is ZERO (0) Kyrie fanfictions so I wrote something. Enjoy.

AO3 link

Kyrie/Fem!Reader (Reader is taller than Kyrie and has boobs.) NSFW (not extremely explicit.)

Warnings: Devil!Reader, morning sex, oral sex, established relationship, very poorly proofread, 1.9K words.

The warm sun shining through the windows is something you aren't sure you'll ever get used to.

Nothing can prepare you for the warm summers of Fortuna, or the loud bolstering of Kyrie and her brother, Nero. Nothing in the Underworld has ever been as bright as this, and it's one thing to be out and about in the city prepared for it, but it's another thing when the sun flickers through the huge windows in Kyrie's finely decorated bedroom.

The sheets here are soft, but she's softer.

You twist in the fabric trying to get away from the light, but it doesn't matter where you turn, it's  still there.  Warming your fabric-covered back.

It's  everywhere .

Even when you close your eyes, you can't get away from it, and it doesn't help with all of Kyrie's crystals and other trinkets. The rays bounce off and into your skin.

You groan and pull the quilt above your head, pushing yourself down into the mattress for safety, and when that doesn't work, you seek refuge in Kyrie herself. She grumbled softly as she stirred awake, gently slapping her face with her hand and rubbing her eyes. She pats your head when you bury your face into her chest for safety. "What are you doing?" She whispered.

"The sun hurts my eyes," You complain. "Turn it off."

Kyrie chuckled at your words. "I can't do that."

"You're supposed to be an angel," you groan. "You're supposed to be able to do anything."

"I'm only human compared to you and Nero," Kyrie hummed, voice lilted and warming. She was the only light you would accept, the only light you  could  accept.

You sigh and squeeze the brunette, taking the best source of warmth in Fortuna for yourself as Kyrie wraps her arms around you; and that's when you realize how  soft  she is. Every inch of her uncovered skin reminds you of a silk-woven doll, brought to life by clockwork, or perhaps, Sparda himself. You breathe her in, taking a deep, intoxicating breath of her expensive human world soap, and the scented wash Kyrie drenches her sheets in.

The human world might be too bright for your worn eyes, but Kyrie is perfect, and you don't need to  view  to appreciate her. You press a warm kiss in between the valley of her breasts, letting your lips drag down until you find her tummy, warm hands landing on her hips. You press a kiss below her navel, fabric covered but still just as plush.

Kyrie tiredly mumbled your name, a small hand resting on the back of your head. You hummed in response, gently squeezing her upper thigh, poising innocence that worked wonders as you wiggled down a little further until you found the hem of her nightgown and bunch it up just enough for you to slide your hands under it.

Her uncovered skin was so,  so  soft right below her ribs and near her tummy, and you run your fingers over her stomach and below her boobs until Kyrie squirms with a light laugh. You wonder quickly where else she was ticklish, and think that'd be a fun punishment later on.

"It's too early for this, my love." Kyrie gently used the ball of her palm to press against your forehead. "Too early for what?"

If she answered, you ignored her, too busy working the fabric out from beneath her butt to pay attention, but if Kyrie a second ago cared that much about how early it is, the arms wrapping around her waist suggest that she's not too eager to stop you.

There. See? You and Kyrie slot together so easily.  So naturally.  

Sometimes the word girlfriend is said, as a promise; a wish granted to one another. You're often away from Fortuna, gone on devil-hunting missions with Nero, and extension, Dante. Even though you're quick to return to your people,  devils , you're just as quick to come back to Kyrie any chance you get.

This home, here, in the human world, isn't the same as the underworld. The home that Kyrie made, the home that Devil May Cry made, was different.  Frightening , in a way.

You kiss her exposed tummy, pressing sleep-warn lips against her soft flesh, and Kyrie sighs beneath you, more content than she was your first few times.

First  dozen  times.

Eventually, Kyrie loosened up when it came to sex, leaving behind the strict celibate life her parents and The Order raised her in. Kyrie fell into the idea that she's allowed to have the pleasure she deserved, especially when it's given to her by you.  Especially  in times like these where neither of you have to worry about your duties and the daily tasks life encompasses. And if the sun was deciding to be a bitch and be so bright, you didn't know why you couldn't indulge in some pleasure.

Kyrie's sheets cling to you like a second skin as you kiss lower and lower, and Kyrie sighs as her thighs spread wide, open, and inviting. You don't touch her before you press your lips against her thin panties. Whatever Kyrie wears, you want to wear. The clothes are so much softer than the underworld. So much easier to tear, as well. You wonder if she'd be angry if you were to tear a hole in the pristine lace.

Warmth pools near your lips, and Kyrie thinks about how much she's prayed for something like this; someone like you, to Sparda. A nimble moan of your name left Kyrie's mouth.

Your lips tug back into a smile as you imagine the simple impatience on her face. The furrow of her brow, lips pressed into a concentrated pout, similar to a look she'd give a child at the orphanage before scolding them. You consider teasing Kyrie about it. Both openly, because it's sweet to see her brow twinge in laughter, but also like this, where your lips drag against her slow and badgering until Kyrie loses her well-kept composure.

Your index and middle finger slip beneath the crotch area of her panties, tugging the fabric down her thighs. It was  so easy  to learn Kyrie.

You press another kiss to her, right above her hole. Soft, so delicate, swollen and so wet. Kyrie was  perfect.  A sweet angel for  only   you .

She tastes as good as she looks, as well as she behaves, and Kyrie presses against you with her hips. You were careful to not give too much, not wanting to overstimulate your sweet girlfriend, letting her take the motions. Letting her use you.

Kyrie's breath is light, soft, and shallow as you lift her hips up a bit,  just right  for you to wrap your lips around her clit. She moans softly as your tongue flicks against her, her thin hand coming to place atop your head.

She loves you. She loves loving you, and although you've never been the most careful or patient, Kyrie has always smoothed those rough lines around you. Kissing Kyrie, here or anywhere else, is something you both can never rush.

Her clit fits easily between your lips.

You wrap them around it before you led your tongue prod around, spreading Kyrie open before you drag her slick back up over her. She's already so wet just from this. When is she not, really?

Usually, there's more fondling, more kissing, more kisses and bites to her neck before Kyrie is ready for more than just a swipe of a hand, but it seems like you weren't the only one who woke up with ideas for how to spend this bright morning.

Maybe you dreamed of each other. You'd give anything to know.

On a particularly rough nip to Kyrie's inner thigh, the brunette dug her nails into your scalp, but with the sheet in the way, you can only giggle. Kyrie chuffs above you. It's  unladylike.

You don't mind when she says something you do is unladylike. So is eating your girlfriend out on the kitchen counter while she was cooking breakfast, but that's never stopped either of you.

Doesn't she deserve this?

Keeping sane between Nero, Nico, and sometimes Dante and Vergil is exhausting. While everyone did an alright job at maintaining peace (alright said lightly, when were the twins ever calm?), there were always fights. Most times people looked to Kyrie for defusal. You tried to help when you were out of the underworld, although your girlfriend would often refuse.

If diving between her legs and licking her clean keeps your girlfriend so sweet, then in the order of Sparda, consider her licked and lavished.

Kyrie would quickly kill you if you ever said any of this out loud.

"[Name], that's indecorous."

Yeah? And what's this?

Kyrie groans, the palm on the back of your head pressing down firmly, anchoring you to her sopping cunt. Sparda, she tasted even better when you were hungry. Sweeter than any human treat, warmer than any fireplace you knew, and you devour Kyrie until neither of you can breathe properly. Not that you needed to breathe, anyway.

Kyrie keens for you, arching her hips up to your mouth until her clit slides against your tongue. You're content in your place, allowing her to grind against your face in these last few moments of the bed before you both have to get up and do the tasks of daily life.

You slip a finger inside, gently curling it in a 'come here' motion, continuing to work her with your tongue, and Kyrie squirms and whines before her well-trimmed nails scratch your scalp beneath the sheet. She's scratched your back up worse, and you've never been mad about it.

"Go-Gonna-!"

You kiss harder and then suck her swollen clit, moving your finger in and out faster, yet with an air of laziness. Kyrie cries until her voice breaks, cracking like glass and you nearly come yourself just from the sound alone.

She shakes when she comes, trembling as her thighs clamp around your head, one of her feet pushing against your back. Words, profanities, tumble out of her mouth, words she would swear her life on she doesn't know. Fuck, Kyrie couldn't care. She loves you so much, she would take on an entire army of demons if it meant protecting you. Not that she could, you always teased.

You pull off of her with a gasp, Kyrie becoming boneless jelly. Your hands wander around her stomach, squeezing her boobs teasingly before moving back down to her thighs, pushing them off your shoulders so you could shimmy up. You wipe the slick from your mouth with the sheet, the bedroom air cooling your heated cheeks. The sun stings your eyes but you couldn't care as you flopped next to her, pulling Kyrie's now sweaty form towards you.

"Care to explain yourself?" Kyrie says, out of breath and flushed. She lifts her leg to wrap around your waist, panting as she rests her head on your boobs.

"You need to put some curtains up." You say, kissing the top of her head and patting her thigh. "Me? This was your solution?" You chuff at her words, grabbing one of her silk pillows and cramming it onto your face. Away from the sun, although you still felt it crawling on your skin.

"You'll get used to it, I promise." She sweetly said, littering kisses around your shoulder and collarbones. You groaned loudly, exaggerated and drawn out.  Shush , you thought.

"I forgot to mention," Kyrie started, you huffed, " Nico has something new for you to try."

"Yeah?"

"You'll have to stay in the overworld with our horrible sun for another day."

"You're going to kill me."

[kinomorebi]

❛ i think that’s a testament to my generous soul. ❜

Feyd to Kyrie

Oceans. She's surrounded by oceans. Cascading waves of gold to reflect the rays of suns themselves as the sands fold over themselves in light of the heat's greed. Kyrie has made residence of the sandy sea beneath her, knees a replacement for footing. She's kneeled there before him. Exhaustion's gravity weighs heavier than that of worship or respect for the stranger, the only other reasons she'd find herself on her knees there. Who was he?

"Typically those who find themselves to be truly generous don't feel the need to announce it." It's unclear how long she's been wandering, how long it had been since water had settled within the grooves of her tongue to sate her needs. The force was but a distant whisper here after her crash landing, bloody aftermath baked into her skin a residual memory. Hope's seed lingers in the pit of her belly's contents. Still present but withering within. 

It breaches it's encasing and blossoms at the presence of the looming stranger, something else to sprout beneath it. Goosebumps are warnings along sun kissed skin to contradict heat's touch as it seeps in. She'd heed them if her intuition insisted, but for now, the canteen of a liquid undisclosed called louder to parched lips as it sits within his outstretched hand. Her eyes are absent of trust, but she still chooses to bring the canteen offered to wet her palate with its contents. 

"Thank you," voice softer now to express her gratitude, pride the driving force as she attempts to stand once more and meet him face to face-- at least as close to it as her smaller stature would allow with him.

⸻ for @deficd ⸻

[apocalypsis-uranium]

Glavinug, the sea slug pokemon - alternate designs! Colors are inspired by other types of nudibranch than the Glaucus atlanticus, which is the inspiration for glavinug's base design.

[kyrie-ray-scribbles]

they,,,,,

[blairpuffs]

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HI MY NAME IS MOTHERFUCMING WALTER WHITE EAT SHIT AND DIE!!! 🎵

heyyzas :3 im blairpuffs im an american artist/writer/friend i think

evil lesbian, milfs please dm me /hj

call me blair, viz or fynn or anything (INCLUDING EARL/EARL GREY)

my real name is michael/mike or casper

silly sapphic spaghetti (nonbinary(trixic) catgender sapphic/lesbian)

6/27/2007 🎂

i have autism, adhd and rsd, anxiety, ocd and possibly bpd

probably tonedeaf and also i require them in general so PLS USE TONE INDICATORS WITH ME OR ILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON

they/them mainly but i use jdjdjek. 80203939399393 neopronouns/exag

earl grey cookie IRL ! !! 🙌

emoticon fanatic

i like cookies that run and jump and fuck around

no set dni if i don't like you i zap you with my laser eyes and i hit that sexy block button

thats all (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ ik im so cool :3 sexy struts out the door and trips over my fabulous high heels

also my super awesome partners you should follow you dont have a choice . 👇

kyrie from @averagemafuyukinnie (WE ARE TUMBLR MARRIED /P)

wiiware from @st4d1um-4rc4d1um :]

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[v6quewrlds]

Happy Saturday! Quick question. Have you been watching the NBA, and if so, what team are you rooting for? And also, who are your favorite players ?

- 🦈

i have! i am a diehard, loyal heat fan which is going to be a struggle this season lmao. it's always fuck the celtics. fuck the wizards. fuck the spurs. as for favorite players right now it's devin, giannis, lebron, steph, melo, and bam. all time it's ray allen, d-wade, kyrie, jj redick, and prime klay.

[childishred]

The Weird World chronicles

Chapter 1 "The foundations of a house"

Only a couple of years ago, on some planet far far away, stood a big house. It was a female house which had a soul, she was strong and stable and stood the test of time. Bigger in height than in width, a mixed breed of dark red brick and birch wood, and she survived every storm there was, keeping her tenants safe.

There were many a rooms, many unoccupied. The house was owned by a very stereotypical fictional grandmother, Grandma Applehead. She was a short ample lady with short white curly hair who often wore green aprons and shower caps (that made her look like a harmless alien). She loved to bake fruit pies and clean and upgrade her rustic, colorful and traditional home.

The living room and kitchen were shared by all the tenants. They were BIG and BEAUTIFUL; colorful tiles, levels, wooden stairs, pretty counters, clay roosters, needlepoints, heavy polished chairs, detailed carpets, fruit baskets...And it always smelled like cleanliness and cinnamon.

However, only 3 people lived in the house. Even though it was an isolated house on an isolated planet, that wasn't really a problem because of the unique culture of that world. I think simply no one really heard of it, no one knew it was an option.

I would tell you more, but you have to tune in.

...

THE SECOND TENANT

She woke up and it was a monotonous morning. Rays of light stabbed the colorful glass of her window without even asking first. Kyrie rose in a simple white night gown and widely opened the window. The same old branch was still there. It was as if The Tree had grown it to keep her in check. Or perhaps Grandma Applehead asked it to, so her tenant could smell the luring scent of apple blossoms when time came.

As every day starts off, there really is nothing to do. Nothing to make it worth a diary entry. You have to really try, and often fail to find something weird.

She ran downstairs but no one was there in the joint living room/kitchen. No one was in the laundry room. The gryphon room was empty. The stuff room was really hollow when it came to people, but it was really not hollow when it came to stuff.

So she went outside and referred to The Tree and the guardian dragon.

"At least you're here." Kyrie said to her.

"I'm always here." The dragon's voice was deep and stable.

"Why? Don't you ever want to go fly?"

"I'm a noble animal, and this is my duty. I want to be here and protect the house."

"Well, do you know anything I could do today? Someplace I could go explore?"

"There is a mystery that was under your nose the whole time, but Grandma told me not to tell you unless you asked."

The dragoness moved and the ground beneath her opened up and presented a spiral staircase going under.

"It really was under my nose. Thanks, dragon!"

The girl was armed with nothing but a golden brown pretzel and messy hair and descended down the tiles. They were light pink and orange. Around the staircase there was nothing, just void. She wondered if she fell off to the side, would she ever meet a bottom.

Then there was a room behind a locked door. She couldn't see the walls around the door. It was like a hallway with no light on either side. And Kryie felt the hard bristles of a rug under her bare feet. She also felt a little scared.

"I watch enough TV to know where this goes!"

With a grin she flipped over the rug as if someone was watching her and she had to show off. The key was right there and she unlocked the room.

It wasn't what she expected; it was warm and rustic, like an extension of the house. She could hear rhythmic thumping. There were glass display cabinets with honey colored whiskey bottles. The room smelled like beeswax. Everywhere she looked she saw hung up pictures and documents. They were of financial nature, describing the price of construction material used to build the residence.

Big crumbles of wall were on the wooden floor. She looked up and the ceiling was fractured. The roots of The Tree had made their way there and climbed down. They led to the center of the room.

And right there, between the big fancy chairs was a casket made by the finest carpenter's hand. It was colored red and green with rose ornaments. And by the casket, a book in a glass case. With a push of a soft button the transparent box opened and she gently unfolded the book. It was fat and stuffed with little papers. But primarily, it was a photo and letter album. There were very old pictures in sepia and gray tones depicting a young Grandma Applehead with tight skin and her late husband.

There were pictures of them pouring cement, planting The Tree, holding peace signs next to a giant crab on some beach, and one was them embracing a baby. The baby was way too predictable and uncool sucking its thumb, she thought.

Little spiders ran across her feet.