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#v#dbz#yamcha#broly#also beres this i made it a bit ago but was too pussy to post it but who caress!#lmao here u go!#song is troye sivan - got me started (hardstyle rmx) by plastic pet#it is very much not hardstyle but the song is good reguardless#👍
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thank you for saving my life
#YAOI ARASOLLLL!!??#u guys seemed to love this idea lmao so here u go#also because i want yaoi arasol since everyone is a COWARD#artist on tumblr#homestuck#my art#hom3stuck#homestuck fanart#sollux fanart#hs sollux#homestuck sollux#sollux captor#sollux x aradia#aradia fanart#homestuck aradia#aradia medigo#aradia megido#hs aradia#aradia#transmasc aradia#arasol#2spooky
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class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhfy#fhsy#fhjy#riz gukgak#gorgug thistlespring#kristen applebees#figueroth faeth#adaine abernant#fabian seacaster#my class swap stuff! oh yeah I think I got a tag for that I'll call that#fh class quangle#gna slowly go back and get that tag on relevant posts too. for organization's sake#even tho I didnt really intend this blog to be that kinda blog lmao. we were all just gonna be out here dealin with that at our own pace#anyways uh! they! u know all the lore for the designs already I put em in tags. but otherwise this also collects like the#color keys kind of for these. mostly the things that change between designs#doing this did make me realise half of these are a Lot more consistent in color keys than the other half lol#like kristen's palette stays pretty much the same. and fabian's. the hit's mostly in the construction#a lot of this is overall like an exercise in remembering what high schoolers would actually wear and how to work in Costume pieces#on this point at least I straight up have No relevant recollection lmao all the basic education establishments I went to have uniforms#and outside of school I was. well kind of a shorts and tee guy. so#on that topic I feel like fabian's is the furthest stretch lmao. like if a guy in high school wears the same bright yellow raincoat#to school every day that's like. people would Not like that guy. fabian really is saved by being cute and a rogue#he will still have stans when he's deep in his fishing arc in junior year he's the manic pixie dream bf#anyways uh. things to do! stuff to get done. sleep first tho. have a good night lads#I have not caught new nsbu yet! seems I mostly catch them like two to three days late nowadays.#so please uhh. don't reply on my posts with nsbu spoilers? we are all excited and having fun but that's rude#ok thank u. signing off for the day have a good night#!!
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the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical
#i love akechi but i sometimes i wish you could bully him like no matter which dialogue u pick it sounds like ur flirting back w him#“i'm going to be completely honest with you. i've always hated you” why can't u say smt unserious back#like “sorry i have a snatched waist and correct opinions on everything.” or like “ur loss lmao”#hate playing darts with this bitch bc i play on a steamdeck and i don't have a fucking gyroscope so like#it's trying to replicate how the joycons or pro controller would throw AND ITS SUCKS SO BAD#like i just see akechi get a hat trick every single fucking time with three bulls in a row and meanwhile im struggling to line the thing up#and then after u finish he's like “hmm i see. that's an interesting way to play it” WHAT THE FUCK THERES LITERALLY NO STRATEGY HERE SMARTAS#I JUST MISSED. IM NOT STRATEGIZING. THERES NOTHING “INTERESTING” ABOUT IT.#i hate going to penguin snipers so much i hope i can get this stupid game on switch so i can actually rank up akechi's baton pass#and not waste like 1000 yen every night bc i refuse to not let a party member be on rank 3#akechi fuck yourself why can't we play 501 like we do with everyone else. why do u have to make everything abt this stupid rivalry#im gonna kms i hate akeci and i hate darts#persona 5#persona 5 royal#p5#p5r#goro akechi#ren amamiya#akira kurusu#shuake#akeshu#lotus draws
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another miku design I’ve worked on🫐🍊
#hatsune miku#vocaloid fanart#vocaloid#i like to dream abt designing an official miku design but I think my style of imagination is not what they r looking for LMAO#queue are lovely#only saying if here bc ppl on twt asked but ur free to draw the design just credit if u post :3 okay bye I have to go grow pikminz
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@animangacreators challenge ⟡ spring 2024
↳ WIND BREAKER
You haven't given up on others yet. And you don't need to give up. At the least I'm looking your way, Sakura. So why don't you look this way as well? If you do, I'm sure… you'll become what you want to be.
#wind breaker#wbkedit#windbreakeredit#wbk#animangahive#anime gif#*gifs#usertorichi#fyanimegifs#animangaboys#animeedit#userhanyi#userinahochi#usermoonz#userjenny#usercomfort#userkyaa#userartless#usericybtch#himawaari#user.roy#believe it or not this took 5 hours to make LMAO#not to sound like a grandma but TECHNOLOGY IS CONSPIRING AGAINST MEEEE#my laptop died haha i lost everything. so i had to resurrect an old laptop for this and u would not believe the extent to which ps fought m#also this laptop is so geriatric to the point multiple keys stopped working like#imagine navigating a laptop without the letters n m or v. every single one of those letters u see here had to be copy pasted#tech may b against me BUT MY WILLPOWER IS STRONGER.#and the result is. the most basic ass gifset of all time lmao#btw tried to go for a more muted coloring here which is different from my usual style#ANYWAYS this show is so good i genuinely did not expect to love it as much as i did. insane character writing
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here, have some silly little good omens valentine’s day cards from your local arospec dumbass
#p.s. if these same ideas have been done before pls let me know so i can credit the right people.#i wanted to do more but I promised myself I’d go to bed at a reasonable time lmao#would azi say ‘u can be my tickety boo’???? probably not. but i think it would be cute so here we are#good omens#crowley#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#good omens 2#aziraphale#go2#good omens season 2#ineffable lovers#ineffable wives#good omens shitpost#gomens#gomens 2#valentines day#valentines cards#shitpost#David tenannt#Michael sheen#Beelzebub#anathema device#newton pulsifer#muriel good omens
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In world where there are two types of tower-dwellers, a Princess is locked in a tower.
There are two types of tower-people: A Princess, put there to remain pure until marriage or until rescued, and a Wizard, put there by choice to study and learn in isolation. Princesses are defined by their beautiful long hair, and Wizards are defined by their beards and impressive 'stache.
There is a Princess, and she lives in a tower. She was put there recently by her mother and father, to keep her pure and untouched until they can secure the marriage to another kingdom and a prince shes doesn't love. She has long, almost brown sandy-blonde hair, pale green eyes and a slim, tender build. She is not the fairest in the land, but she is tall and pretty. If compared to a rose, she would be the humble yet graceful willow tree, slender and long. She has wanted to be a wizard since a young age, but there is no way for a princess to become a wizard. Princesses are delicate girls to be protected and sold off until their either dead or Queens or have found True Love, unsuited to the life of experimentation and study of a wizard. That is what her mother tells her, in a quiet scolding that is far more forceful and cruel then it has any right to be. And the princess, terrified, believes her.
She used to run the castle halls, stick in hand, robe fashioned out of a delicate silk bedsheet, shouting fake spells at birds while her servants chased her. But as she grew older, her restraints became tighter, and more and more often, she was confined in her room to embroider in solitude with barely the comfort of a window or a maid. The life she is forced into makes her hang her head low, makes her hands be paper-soft, and demands her hair be long and beautiful and perfect like all other princesses. The world she longed to be a part of was a world of study and experimentation, and as the kingdoms princess and tool, she could not even dare to hint at her desires into adulthood. She could become a witch, she knew, flee the castle barefoot and sink into the loving embrace of the swamp. But witches don’t live in towers, and they make potions instead of spells, and they don’t grow the flowing whimsical beards that wizards do.
But that does not mean she has to be bored in her tower. Fascinated by magic as she always has been, she arranges with a long string of bribes for books on spells and forbidden potions to be smuggled along with her meals. She studies them while the clock ticks down for either a prince to arrive or her marriage to be finalized. Either one will doom her, and she wants to enjoy herself as much as possible until her marriage. She pours over the books long into the night by candlelight, and all day, she rests her pale, tired eyes. She experiments, and she reads, and she studies non-stop, barely stopping for meals and littering her books with an assortment of food stains. She cuts off her hair to use in bubbling gold potions, her skin becomes scarred with a rainbow of the consequences of failed experiments, and her dresses turn into makeshift cheesecloths and fire-fuel. She washes late into the night after she is done with her work for the day in the darkness, not glancing into the mirror that has become cracked and dusty. When her eyesight starts to fail from strain and working in darkness, she fashions for herself bottle-round glasses, blown by herself in the depths of her tower. Engrossed as she is in her studies, she does not notice the tower warp, and the meals stop rotting, and how she started out in one circular room but now has a loft and a second floor and the fact that the tower seems much much taller then it was originally.
What she DOES notice though, is when brushing crumbs from her face she feels facial hair on her upper lip.
She rushes to the bathroom and thrusts a candle into the holder as she looks at herself. In the dusty mirror, she sees the beginnings of a bushy mustache sit on her upper lip, much further along in growth then be logically possible without her noticing. It’s a pale blonde, like her hair, and she notices faintly that there are streaks of grey in it, a very familiar shade of classic wizard grey. She brings a trembling hand to her upper lip.
Much, much later, a prince rides up to the tower. It is tall, and warped, and very clearly belonging to a wizard, despite the royal family claiming their daughter lives here.
He shouts up, a bit nervous because of the thorny vines wrapping the beautiful stonework.
“Hey! Does a Princess live here?”
A young man with large bottle glasses and a rather impressive mustache leans out of the tower, his short, sandy-blonde hair spilling lightly in the wind. He starts to say something, then glances back into his house. A smile breaks out on his face as he seems to realize something.
“No!” He shouts back, after a moments hesitation. “But a wizard does!”
#Stories#original writing#Creative writing#Wizards#Wizard#Princess#Spells#Transgender#<- In case. U couldnt tell?#Trans#my unfortunate writing#Hihihi#Im gonna be drawing the characters later LMAO <3 Here u go babes#worldbuilding#<- Sorta ig? Anways reblog this post#For thise who cant tell: Princess gets locked in a tower -> starts studying wizardry -> wizard by will#APAB (assigned princess at birth)#wizard tower#Original fiction#creative fiction#The Wizard#PLEASE RB THIS VERSION#.
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Pls I beg Clora wearing only Seb’s shirt
she just can't wear it if she plans on getting anything done😇
#seb said AWOOGA🚨👅👅#if you're the same anon that asked for this a while ago then thank u for your patience LOL. here u go��#also seb maid anon...... i havent forgot about you🫵#i was planning on working all night but then i got this ask and started drawing seb and clora again instead LMAO#i like how im rly busy with work and i have art ready to post thats already ready so that i can work#but ive still ended up just drawing new stuff anyway LMAOO. stop encouraging me. god im such a procrastinator LOOL#ask#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow x mc#choccyart
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Arcane Gif Requests: anon + Caitvi Scenes: 27/? ↳ "We need you back on your feet. What was the name Sevika gave you? Jinx?"
#arcane#arcaneedit#caitvi#piltover’s finest#vi#vi arcane#arcane vi#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn#caitlyn x vi#vi x caitlyn#arcane league of legends#league of legends arcane#league of legends#media: arcane#type: gif#s1 ep6#here u go anon this took too long bc photoshop crashed and i had to start all over agane.... pain#remember to save your wips girlies#also this scene is always so hard to do because its so dark and hard to colorgrade lmao#OH and i love how mad she is at cait for being ignorant but vi is still sorta protective of her regardless lmao#better not see caitlyn hate here ppl >:( you all know what happened before this where she gave up her fuckin gun for vi#and hugged poor huck without hesitation#and also argued with her mom after seeing how bad they treat the zaunites :((((#caits trying her best
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karasuno faves doodles 🥺💞
#drew this ages ago but here u go lmao#went crazy w the doodles#haikyuu phase back from the dead#it has me in a chokehold#haikyuu#hq fanart#karasuno#kageyama tobio#hinata shouyou#tsukishima kei#nishinoya yuu#kagehina#asanoya#in that lil doodle there LOL#i have nekoma up next#+ bokutoes
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doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what
#dimension 20#fantasy high#riz gukgak#very specifically class swap bard!riz#fh class quangle#mm. I may need tags for all the asides Ive been doing lmao#riz's canon design is so coherent and thematically clean that I genuinely struggle to keep up...#bard!riz's whole thing is working out his identity through abject fear so it kiiiinda makes sense that hes got a different thing going#on every year I guess? like lmao the directive I go into each of these designs with changes vastly#freshman bard!riz has to look extremely nonthreatening. and also make you wanna pick him up and chuck him at a wall#annoyingly inoffensive. slides off your memory pretty much immediately. a void of an experience#crucially Does Not Show Teeth While Smiling#sophomore year bard!riz I have been keeping the like. cameraman direction for#I want him to be swimming in clothes a little bit... he kinda lands at like. 80s/90s shlocky horror protag too which I do like#bc what is season 2 to riz if not a horror story lmao#junior year bard!riz I want to be somewhere between clark kent and tintin#the journalist aesthetics is not so clear and easy to build as the detective or spy aesthetics...#but also I just. really like boy journalist lmao this is the BD blood speaking again#and! I actually do draw his hair differently than in my canon junior year riz stuff. its a bit shorter here so it doesn't#obscure as much of his face#its so funny actually going from drawing canon stuff to class swap esp. with riz bc he's smiling SO much here#and it's 100% trained like its crucial for u guys to know he is equally if not more fucked up as a bard#barely anybody can wrangle him in canon it's already been mostly him keeping himself on track. imagine if he actually learned how to act#mmm. I think these designs are still gonna soft change as I draw them. thats fine we have fun#drawing sophomore year bard!riz for those comiclets was fun as hell. I think on this factor alone I call it a success lol
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i'll keep it all to myself
7x04 coda (she's back, baby xoxo)
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“Hey, killer.”
Buck winces, mouth already tripping over an apology as he moves into the Diaz living room. “Eddie, I’m so sorry-“
“Buck, I’m kidding,” Eddie interrupts, exasperated and just a little fond. He hasn’t been on the receiving end of that tone in a few days. It’s embarrassing to say he missed it. “Sit down.”
Buck takes the armchair instead of sitting on the couch next to Eddie. He’s not sure why. He never sits in the armchair. Sitting in it now he almost feels…off balance. But then catching sight of Eddie’s foot propped up on the coffee table sobers him immediately and he forgets all about the strange discomfort in his stomach.
Reaching for the cushion behind him, he gets up again. “You should have something under that,” he says, gently lifting Eddie’s leg to place the cushion on the table. He lowers it again carefully, nodding in satisfaction when Eddie’s foot is nestled safely in the cushion. “The table is too hard.”
“Oh sorry, I thought I was the one with real medical training,” Eddie quips but there’s no bite behind the words.
“Yeah but I’m the one with crush injury experience,” Buck says, kicking his own legs up on the table in proof.
Eddie opens his mouth as if to argue back but then closes it again, rolling his eyes, but his lips twitch a bit. Just at the corners.
“Eddie, I really am sorry,” he says, straightening in his seat and forcing himself to meet Eddie’s gaze properly. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I just got so-“
“I know,” Eddie replies, quiet and careful and devoid of any of his earlier teasing. “But you know you can talk to me, right? Like, it’s me Buck. You can just tell me when something’s wrong.”
Buck does know that. He knows he can tell Eddie everything. Anything. The bad and the good.
Which means he should be able to clear this up right away, right? He should just be able to say, ‘Hey, I was apparently working through some latent feelings I never knew I had. And I took that out on you. But guess what! I like Tommy and he likes me back and we have a date Saturday!’
But thinking about telling Eddie that Tommy kissed him makes his chest constrict in a way that he doesn’t expect. So he tucks it up in a neat little box in the corner of his mind for now and focuses on making sure Eddie’s okay. Because he can do that. He knows how to do that.
“I’m an idiot,” he says. “And if you want I will totally give you one free punch so we’re even.”
Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. “I could never hit you.”
“Should I go get Christopher’s Legos instead and step on them with my shoes off?”
Eddie lets out a real laugh then, the kind that makes his eyes close and his head fall back against the couch cushion, and Buck feels so much affection for him well up inside him he’s almost breathless with it.
“You’re an idiot,” Eddie tells him. “And a martyr. Seriously, Buck, I don’t care. I just want to make sure you and I are okay.”
“Of course we are,” Buck says, without actually stopping to interrogate if that’s true or not.
They are, he thinks. The fact that something absolutely life altering happened to him an hour ago and he somehow can’t make himself tell Eddie about it is…inconsequential.
He’s just hedging his bets. Not trying to get ahead of himself before he has yet another failed romance.
“In that case, can you go to the fridge and get us some beers?” Eddie asks, pulling Buck back to reality.
“You shouldn’t be drinking,” Buck says, even as he stands. Maybe they can split a beer. Half a bottle shouldn’t hurt. “Tommy says you’re on pain meds.”
“Oh, so you guys talked?”
Eddie says it unassumingly and when Buck freezes at the dining table and looks over his shoulder he finds that Eddie isn’t even looking at him. He’s leaning forward on the couch, adjusting his leg, but when Buck takes too long to answer he raises his head and gives him an expectant look.
“Yeah,” Buck murmurs, the phantom rasp of Tommy’s stubble against his mouth still tingling and making him want to reach up and touch his lips. That would give too much away though. “We talked.”
Eddie smiles, nodding his approval. “Good. Maybe all three of us can actually hang out together now.”
The thought immediately makes Buck’s stomach swoop with something unnameable but he doesn’t let it show on his face.
“Sure,” he breathes. “Sounds great.”
#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911#911 spoilers#7x04#my fics#i wrote this in 20 mins and read it twice but here u go lmao#i will try to write a couple of the prompts/suggestions people sent me tomorrow when my brain is functioning normally again 😘
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you want an au i got a fuckin au. nexember day 2 babey
btw im like running out of ideas already if anyones got any suggestions/requests for any of the days hit me up
#this was rolling around in my head since i saw the ep#but i didnt have enough dialouge ideas to make it like a properly fleshed out scene#so here u go its a prompt answer#it was this or female nexus /srs LMAO#tsams#sams spoilers#tsams spoilers#tsams comic#ooo new tag how exciting#i also have other tsams comics that are in wip hell#nexus#tsams sun#tsams nexus#sun and moon show#tsams au#the sun and moon show#nexember 2024#tw eye strain#tw bright colors#art wall
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what could you possibly kill that you love so much it would make the sun rise again? // The Second Driver Curse
Is The House Haunted? / Working for the Knife - Mitski/ Richard Siken/ 'It wasn't the greatest decision of my life'/ Fast Car - Tracy Chapman/ Gasly hoped for engineering changes in 2019/ Gasly: I was 'shocked' by Red Bull Demotion/ Alex Albon opens up on the struggles of driving a Red Bull 'built around Verstappen'/ Alex Albon opens up on the struggles at Red Bull/ Red Bull Chief Reveals How Sergio Perez Sacrifice Boosted Max Verstappen Dominance/ rollercoasterworlds/ On Earth, We're Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong/ Sergio Perez revels Red Bull apologies amid overlooked F1 struggles/ Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers/ Tsunoda snaps at Red Bull/ A Primer for Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken
#f1#formula one#web weaving#web weave#daniel ricciardo#dr3#pierre gasly#pg10#alex albon#aa23#sergio checo pérez#checo perez#sp11#yuki tsunoda#yt22#red bull racing#lmao I was busy this whole week but there u go#honestly there are more things I could've added here but I didn't wanna clutter it up#all based on the sad photo of yuki at the end
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jingliu angst where she only tolerates you cus u remind her of baiheng sjjahagsab im dead
[nsft utc]
tw. mentions of vomiting (?), unhealthy/toxic dynamic, identity loss
you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.
it began back on your home planet, ravaged and carved by interastral powers of all its resources, leaving behind a gnawing, gaping hole in the ground and the hearts and bellies of its people. you once mourned your more normal childhood—but the hunger in your stomach and in your soul consumed that too. your meals were few and far between, snatched from the hands of other starving husks, and it was the only joy you ever had as a child. the trickery and the thrill. it’s the only joy you get to keep into adulthood, a twisted elation that grants you a place in the cosmic court of jesters; the masked fools.
it’s—predictably—fun. trickery and thrill are the bread and butter of the fools. your mask affords you many, many opportunities for both, and though you have never had your belly achingly empty since, that hunger in your soul is not so easily sated. now, what you crave is the rush, the adrenaline, the oxytocin. and so you dance on marble floors with a different face each time, with partners who either wish you dead or in their beds, the space between you measured in an unfathomable amount of risk which you exchange for an unfathomable amount of thrill. you scamper along the length of this cosmic ballroom like a starving, feral fox in tall grass, the red of your fur as inviting as the white of your teeth are sharp. you hunt and you haunt, seeking something to fit between your aching teeth, something that will burst on the sharp point of your canines and smear your lips with pure elation and maybe satisfy that abyssal hunger in your psyche.
you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.
and you have never seen more tantalizing a meal than a devil with a coffin and a woman who seeks to kill a god. she holds the tip of a ice-hewn blade beneath your chin the first time you meet, nicking the delicate skin of your neck, just above your pulse. you swallow. let out a laugh that sounds like a barking fox, and the woman’s sword falters. surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for you to convince her to let you tag along on her fool’s errand. it’s almost poetic. you learn of her name—jingliu. it’s pretty. rolls off your tongue. jingliu doesn’t bother to learn yours, but she calls you fox. you don’t mind the scrap of attention. after all, you’ve spent your whole life living off scraps.
travelling with jingliu (and by extension, luocha) does not lack for excitement. the road to deicide is paved with elation, even if your blue-haired companion refuses to see it. through battle and through the long travel between star systems in pursuit of the great fleet, you get somewhat closer to jingliu. it doesn’t take very long for you to slip into her bedroll (or cot, depending where you are). mara, you find, though cannot be cured can certainly be sated; much like the permanent hunger that curls in your belly. jingliu fucks you until neither of you are coherent enough to feel much of anything, madness or hunger. it’s an arrangement you find yourself enjoying. and as a by-product of such intimacy, you learn more about jingliu. her mannerisms, her illness—her past. she doesn’t tell you any of this, of course, but you can put two and two together from the things she lets slip deep in the throes of some nightmare after fucking you senseless. she gets many of those. the pattern is always the same. at first, she’ll sleep relatively soundly. but then, her brow creases, and her lip curls, and she angrily mutters a few names under her breath; a certain dan feng and yingxing. she curses them, then almost makes a noise like a sob, and something else leaves her lips— another name, but this time spoken with heartache and longing.
baiheng.
it doesn’t take much to infer that this baiheng was someone jingliu cared very much about. though when you ask luocha more about her, he reveals a little detail that makes her moderately more interesting—baiheng was a foxian. in some ways, that makes you similar to her, even though foxian you are not. the thought amused you once, as you looked back upon jingliu’s restless, sleeping form. perhaps jingliu saw her lost lover in you. how… quaint. the assumption never bother you, not really—until she starts to call for baiheng while she’s fucking you.
you’re no stranger to casual sex. even before jingliu, you never lacked for partners eager to share a bed with you. no, the fucking itself isn’t the problem—it’s how she’s fucking you. it isn’t with the detachment and pure lust like you’re used to. instead it’s almost like she cares, hands gentle on your hips as she drives her cock in and out of your greedy cunt. she fills you like she never wants for you to want for anything anymore, and even though you know it isn’t you this affection is for, that jingliu is barely even aware that you’re you and not baiheng, you can’t help but devour it feverishly every time.
you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and like this, with jingliu’s cock filling your pussy as she deliriously presses the shape of a dead woman’s name against your neck, you finally feel full.
and it makes you sick.
you crawl out of her embrace and spill your guts every time she falls asleep. your body utterly rejects the feeling—you’ve been so used to starving that the sensation of being full turns you ill. and yet, you can’t seem to push her away. you always come back, always relax under her touch, always pliant for her just to chase that brief, beautiful high you’ve never been able to find anywhere else only to bleed it once she’s done. your heart’s a pythagorean cup; a little too much and you’re spilling over. but you’re so greedy for it, still greedy for her. of all things it is affection that’s the most potent drug you’ve ever tasted, beyond the cheap thrill of oxytocin and adrenaline—even if none of it is meant for you, even if it’s just scraps. but that’s fine.
after all—you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and if that means wearing the face of a dead woman and letting the hunger finally devour you whole, then so be it.
#sev.responses#[nsft]#sev.thirsts#jingliu x reader#jingliu#not rlly a thirst but it has some nsft so thirst it is#listen i. dont know what happened here#where does luocha go while u n jl r getting it on ?? fuck if i know#also this was so much more reader focused than jl focused andjdjsjsn sorry anon#reader is kinda abnormal here lmao#tried to do smtg with themes but shsksks idk if it worked. i feel like it didnt but i will allow the court of public opinion to decide#my fav line in here is the pythagorean cup one im ngl#ANYWAY thats enough yap from me it is 0302 i need to be unconscious#also idk if i need to tw this for anything else but if i do pls lmk
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