#loudly sobbing emoji

[gaymars97]

Maya’s blight wings shoulda dealt shock and slag (blue and purple) instead of fire and corrosion (orange and green)

This is a hill I’m ready to die on

Speaking of Maya wings we didn’t even get a scene when they showed her wings and it still pisses me tf off after like 5 years. WHERE ARE THE BLUE WINGS GEARBOX????

[wonysugar]

you know the drill i fear.. BEFORE YOU GUYS YELL AT ME just know that i’m sorry and i’m trying incredibly hard to get all of my drafts done<//3 IT’S HARD WRITING WHEN NO INSPO HITS YOU OKAY… but for now, please accept some of these fresh drabbles, i’m sorryrjrnrnf

now… NOW…… mid 2023 sugar may or may not have possessed me on this fine morning because hellooo i miss short black bob chaewon BAD i need to eat her out and make her feel good desperately!

cw: waxplay, sensory play(??) i have no idea what to call it but she doesn’t let you touch herfkemf, vibrators, very light bondage

i’m so normal about these pictures omg the femme dom ever,,, the powerbottom to have ever powerbottom-ed this earth,,,, chaewon is the definition of cute girlfriend in the streets FREAKY HOE IN THE SHEETS CAUSEEEJFKS???

she has an obsession with your mouth she cannot help it! she just loves using it for her own pleasure i fear… feeling its moist surface on her wet swollen cunt whenever she’s needy for your touchcidkfk moaning at the slight contact :(( i am also a firm believer that she’d guide you to do it the way she likes it, BUT NOT USING WORDS; indeed, she’s perfectly content with forming a rough grip on your hair and pulling on it however she wants to and whenever she wants to. sometimes she even pulls you away from her pussy so just so she can see her wet slick on your stuck-out tongueckdkf looking at the string of mixed saliva and cum left between your muscle and her core…. giggling so hard rn guys

also SHE’D MOAN SO LOUDLY??:((( i know she sounds pretty i KNOW she does,, and so does she! she gets turned on by the sound of her own moaning, it’s only natural. the way your name rolls off her tongue so sweetly as she whines sounds like music to both your ears and hers. she’ll make sure you hear how good you’re making her feel, how good you’re being for herckdmfnd

now,, if we’re looking at the more RISQUÉ aspect of things.. oh she goes nuts i’m afraid.

OMG WHO SAID CANDLEWAX?? no but yeah on the days where she just feels like watching you squirm and struggle under her touch, she’ll just pull out the candlescisndn

NOW WALK WITH ME. she’s sitting in front of you, you’re laid down on the bed and your wrists are tied to the bed frame with her tie or smth because she’s an angry and frustrated office worker in my heart LEAVE ME ALONE. she knows how much you love touching her, and she knows how needy and whiny you get when you can’t. [devil emoji] SO NATURALLY! she has a vibrator nestled in between her legs and pressed onto her clit, barely even visible due to the oversized button up she has ongkemfm and she’s just pouring drops of candlewax on your naked stomach, the sight of you whining both at the delicious pain and the absence of her skin on you.

she’s moaning so loudly and staring at you with such lustfully hooded eyes, making it even harder for you not to wanna break free from the restraint of the tight tie and fuck her better than the vibrator ever will, like she rightfully deserves:((

also she totally degrades you in the process SORRY NOT SORRY!! she makes fun of you for the warm pool growing in between your legs, moaning how dirty and slutty you look getting wet by just watching her get off,, how you’re dripping for her even though she hasn’t even done anything expect burn you ahehehcjdkd calling you a ‘desperate fucking bitch’ and whatnot,,, laughing at you when you start crying and squirming whilst begging for her to untie you,,,,,, I’M UNWELL.

AND IF I SAY THAT SHE’D ALSO SET ASIDE THE VIBRATOR AT ONE POINT AND START SLOWLY FINGERING HERSELF IN FRONT OF YOU, TEASING YOU BY SPREADING HER WET FOLDS SO YOU CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE THING— [GUNSHOTS]

i fear she’d also describe to you how her fingers feel pumping in and out of her and moan your name in the process,, you’re just watching her throw her head back in pleasure as she fingerfucks herself?? oh girl at this point you’re just whimpering and sobbing like the pathetic whore she thinks you are, trying to subtly close your thighs and rub them together for any sort of friction:((

oh selfish chaewon save me…. save me selfish chaewon

[moongoopy]

no way out

cont: reader has lost about everything so why not lose themselves too?

c/w: reader has anxiety and depression, dubcon, reader getting kidnapped, yandere characters, reader is an artist, death (not reader or the duo), dark content, family problems, blood, reader constantly relapses from self harm, manipulation, harassment (not from duo)

a/n: damn thats crazy. funny how i end it almost the same like my other scenario lolololol, reqs open!

c: geto x reader x gojo

it was the last year of college and it was like you slaved away at your school work that it was numbing to even do your hobbies.

the light in you was dying that your heart should've stopped years ago.

no parties can save you.

you threw away the invitation for the college party, everything was blur to you. too much responsibility on your shoulders and no shoulder to cry on, your roommate no less too busy with his own life to go fuck himself over some girl he broke up with and you slip away everytime you were close to talking to him. he wouldn't listen anyways, head too busy in the clouds as he loses himself again.

the miscalls from your family didn't bother you anymore, it was aggravating to text them back everytime they remembered you so you pretend such a nuisance doesn't exist until it's too late.

"atleast pretend to care"

you told yourself in the mirror, eye twitching from your toothbrush that fall at your feet when your hand collided with the sink. you were worse for wear, eyebags getting darker as you thumbed through social media and letting a few minutes pass before picking up the brush.

instead of calling back, you left a long line of texts with another brand new line of excuses to shut them up with a bunch of emojis for some normalcy. you cleaned up the brush before applying another line of toothpaste onto it and slumped, remembering how money was also running low. thankfully, you didn't share money with your roommate or anything but inflation was upon us.

no way you wanted to ask from your family. they fared well but it was like a hit list on how much you'd ask them and that when you get back home, they'll use it against you and scream in your face while you're strung up limbly like a doll by not responding at all. a response is asking for a fight, no response is to defuse their thoughts by letting them pile ontop of you until they move onto another thing to complain about.

you nearly choke at the taste of blood and pulled away from your toothbrush, red coated your tongue and the gums of your teeth before they quickly get washed off including your grimy face.

another shower may do you good before you worry more about other things. should it be saving up more money or that you haven't come to work for two days now?

oh, this is killing you, why couldn't you just turn the cutter towards your neck? you'd sob so loudly when the blood on your thighs washes over and the cuts burn and twist your skin in and out that you desperately grabbed onto the shower walls. staring down at your scars that barely heal, you made sure to pick pants that wouldn't bother your battered skin. your mind lingers again, the pressure of the water against your head calmer than the caress of your mother's hand combing through your hair.

how did it went downhill in your life?

the folks here were seperated into systems of the typical tropes of college but you weren't treated that badly. there were stares and badmouthing but it never harmed you. so college wasn't the problem.

or maybe it was the relative that passed where you bawled so hard over? yet, you'd never really known them, having correlations towards your passion and attitude only. seemingly called a reflection of them by your other family members but the memory of said late relative lingers in your head sometimes like the wax that's left after the flames took it out but it can only be reshaped if you want to.

but you never pried into the past of that relative so it couldn't be.

you lost yourself way before the impending family problems and countless homeworks you had that the addicting press off the cutter felt more like home than home ever was.

no, dont go back there, it wont help.

drying yourself off, you decided you should atleast take the night shift. clothes tossed on, you couldn't slump around this time. you had something due in a week so maybe work was better to focus on at the moment. passing your roommate's room, you nearly stumbled out the door. night was fast aporoaching this time, it made you ill. the sun or the moon was something you could tell apart from the slow days that passed, without it was living like you're dying.

you took the shortcut, a creepy alleyway but if you were quick; you didn't have to deal with any drunkards and steadily walked. you clutched your earphones in your hand as you tried to listem for any noise that can ruin the night and jumped back to somebody that reached out for you.

"hey there..!"

the man drawled, oh god.

he was drunk or rather high with how hard he was clutching something in his hands but nonetheless it creeped you out, you walked hurriedly away from him.

it was amazing on how stupidly quick he was. his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and drool smearing his lips as he pursues you. your sling bag slipped from your arm which was held tight incase you needed to hit him.

the road down was getting slippery just a bit near to the cornerstore where you worked at, you could dissappear through the backdoor incase he gave chase. or was that a bad choice? he'd know where you work at if he remembered a part of you. thats why you didnt want to yell back incase he recognizes it if he scuttles into your work place and do god knows what there. not a lot of people were around at the hours you work at too.

tears spilled from your eyes, you always were the fearful type. thats why you havent died, just the thought of dying was perfect for you but never the action. you could die in this situation, what if he had a knife. you didnt want that. such an unflattering way to die by some weirdo whose name will be forgotteen after a few days of town talk.

you wanted to die but not this, no!

you swerved the corner and you heard the man gasp.. or choke?

you turned back immediately and another man was holding him by the throat, slamming him back on the graffitied wall with a dangerous glare towards the creep.

"get the fuck out of here!" was enough for the man to whimper and cry, running away back to the alleyway and his footsteps faded away slowly but if you just listen a little closer, he was really running for his life in his drunken stupor.

the stranger's fist was a bit bloody, you didnt know where he had hit himself, hell was that even his blood?

"shit, thank you.."

you exhaled sharply, you had held your breath so long eversince you had turned around. your heart beating so fast to what you thought was gonna happen if the creep caught up with you. this white haired stranger smiled widely, a bit too wide for almost beating up a man and walked towards you.

"you okay? theres been a lot more creeps lately. that must've shaken you up, do you need..?"

he opens his arms up to which you shifted akwardly, hand on your arm. should you? he saved your life and you haven't hugged anybody for a while. hell, you needed something to stop your panic and nearly fell right into his arms. he chuckled, rubbing your back in comfort as he fumbles with something in his bag in the other hand.

"where were you headed? i'll take you there. who know what other weirdos are out here."

you nodded slowly, feeling more at ease when both of his arms wrap around you. you wanted to stay in his chest for a while, scent so nice to inhale but you pulled away swiftly. wow, nearly caught yourself being the creep, this was revolting. you haven't felt affection in the longest time that some stranger's arms were what stabilize you, it was almost embarassing. you might as well ask him to bed you with how you nearly nuzzled into him.

you turned around and he slipped his fingers between yours which was a bit peculiar.

he laughed boyishly, putting his hands up defensively.

"sorry, its just instict. im worried about you!"

looking at him again, he was very pretty. such nice lashes fluttering at you as he utters his words and you shook your head almost mechanically. you dont get a lot of nice strangers like this often, it nearly made you feel too relaxed. it was fine, he probably goes through this with other people that walk alone at night and get disturbed by whatever.

"i'm kinda late now to my work.. but its fine, can you back me up?" he did a thumbs up before walking with you, finally turning the corner and seeing the signboard of the convenient shop lit up. you looked up at him, wanting to thank him again before one of his arms slip behind your waist and your vision becomes blurry.

a car drove past, stopping beside the two.

your limbs felt heavy and you started seeing black and he held you close.

"don't worry, i'll do more than back you up."

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this was warm. it felt too warm like a mother's womb. or was that a strange way to describe this feeling? maybe it was more thicker than the blankets you had back at your home or maybe it wasn't your blankets at all?

you woke up in a sweat, head aching with great pain as you let your eyes adjust to the dark.

what was going on?

why was the stranger that helped you was here? legs held to his chest as he watches a movie while another stranger combs through your hair and he was so close, you'd nearly scream. chains rattle and your feet feels so cold. you were so disoriented that whatever noise you managed out of you made the stranger from earlier made him whip his head back.

"it's okay, y/n. we'll explain."

he moved so quick that he was right next to you, gripping your chin so suddenly which made you back up. he held onto you by your clothes and it made the fabric stretch, these weren't your clothes either. just what the fuck was going on?! you screeched, tearing away from him and it made the other stranger hold onto the other's wrist.

"satoru, don't act like a hooligan. you're scaring them"

the one named 'satoru' backed off, chuckling and putting his hands up defensively like how he did before except the look in his eyes were so much more carnal than ever before.

"cmon, its natural to get excited to have your plan work out. on such a random night and way more early than your intended timing, suguru?"

it was like a challenge for 'suguru' to bite back but he couldn't care less and looked back at you. it was eerie. his eyes a swirl of purple and such an illusion had you staring back into them which gave him a chance to touch you even more where he adjusted your clothes and patting them back to how it originally look.

"how'd you feel, darling? i'll explain, we three go to same college, remember us?"

you only had to a bunch of people remembered in your head that anymore than that, you dont bother to remember but their names were farmiliar. people do talk about them all the time so would you shake your head or nod? nonetheless, satoru butts in and thumbs your lips.

"so? speak up, your voice's too pretty to just nod as a response~"

you pulled away, a rush of tears rolling down your face at the realisation of how messed up this situation was. two men in this cold room. you were kidnapped. you didn't know whether to scream or bite back when they started cooing and wiping at your tears. it felt so insulting when they talked like you weren't there, you wanted to quale with anger but your eyes snap back to the shackles on your feet. they notice that you knew, suguru shoves his finger onto satoru's lips before he said something else that could trigger you.

"well, sweetheart. i know all of this can be scary but none of this is to hurt you-"

"how the hell, what the hell do you mean by that? you kidnap me to just look at me, is that what you're telling me!?"

that came out in one breath that you paused, your sobbing stop a bit. this was bad. oh no, you weren't rational. well, you were never rational but in this situation with two strangers from college, they could easily chuck you in a body bag and call it a day. your sniffling gets louder when suguru pressed his thumb into your cheek and turned your head towards him.

his expression was almost indescribable. was he angry? was he amused? was he planning things? this was making you dizzy. they might talk about killing your right here right now too as they had no shame to cover up their plans of kidnapping you. but a small huff was let out from his lips as he held your face so tenderly.

"i know, this situation cam be scary but we've seen you around college. your artwork is just astounding and we wanted to go look for you, such an artist should hear our praise from us and yet you were nowhere to be found." satoru's brows quirked up when your eyes started gleaming a bit but blinking fast to try to hide some care into his words.

"when we found out how you've been so down in your mental issues, it saddens us. your teachers told us how you looked deeply affected by them. that you've been so lonely.." your chest starts heaving when he got so close to your face and your feet kicked the floor to slip away from him only for satoru to hold you from behind.

"we decided to keep you here as our little darling."

you blinked up, eyes twitching.

so they only saw you as entertainment that you were about to push them away from you and spit at them until satoru held your hand and kissed it, taking in your scent.

"sure, its the most foul thing to ever be called by us but we promise you're gonna enjoy it here!"

his arm slips from behind your neck and pulled you close to your chest, snickering when you tried to get away from him. his lips inch close to your ear and he whispers.

"we want to make you feel much better, away from everything you're experiencing and we want to talk about your passion too. wouldn't you like that? we'll provide it all for you. just say the word~"

your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head from the tears you squeezed out painfully. this had to be a joke. what was even going on anymore? your life had to be an absolute joke, you should've joined that one relative in death too.

but a life with them where your problems are almost nonexistent was just peaceful, did you died to get into this position. your crying had calmed down again. you looked up at them in worry, were they really telling the truth? a kiss was pressed softly on the forehead by suguru and his smile reached his eyes with such tenderness.

"you need time to process this, you can go back to sleep and think about it when you wake up.."

"orrrr enjoy your favourite!"

satoru popped open a bag from the restaurant you liked to go to but haven't in a while and the smell was just strong enough to taste it. your eyes linger to a pillow suguru held out for you and you'd nearly keel over. it was your pillow from your dorm and it made your head swirl in confusion.

just who are these two? why do they know so much when they heard you through passing? there was so much questions that they shut down with a kiss and slot their bodies right next to you.

but one thing was certain, you're not getting out of this soon.

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

i like your panties

pairing: idol minho x fem reader

synopsis: you drunk text minho and accidentally send him something you shouldn’t

genre: idek- a little angsty? implied smut?

word count: ~1.3k

warnings: drinking.. is that all?

an: this was a request sent to my dms. obviously this is a fictional story, but i feel like i need to preface this one with that disclaimer because if this were real, our sweet minho would be in loads of trouble. 😅

masterlist • part 2

“another!” you shout, holding up your shot glass and clinking it against your friends’

you throw back the shot, scrunching up your face at the taste, before letting out a loud cheer and a giggle. you felt all fuzzy. warm and giddy. you needed this. after everything that happened with your ex, you needed a night out with your friends.

“so tell us everything.” your friend slurred at you from across the table. “what happened with you two?”

normally that question would sting, would feel like a stab in the gut, but you were so drunk that the question only made you giggle.

“he was mad that i like stray kids.” you told them. the table erupted into laughter.

“he dumped you because you like a kpop group?” your friend laughed.

you sloppily nodded. “yeah. he didn’t like that i had them on bubble. he saw a message from Lee Know pop up on my phone and he-“ hiccup “he freaked.”

another round of laughter made its way around the table. “what a loser.” one of your friends said.

“yeah. how insecure can he be?” another added.

“honestly, Lee Know would never treat you that way.” another joked, causing the laughter to grow louder.

ding

“speak of the devil.” you said, looking down at your phone.

“what? does he want you back now? is it him apologizing?”

you shook your head no. “no, i blocked his number. it’s Lee Know.” you giggled, turning your phone to show them his bubble message. it was just an extreme close up of his food and the message ‘맞춰봐 (take a guess)’ soon followed. you typed out your response to him, like he would ever see it, but instead of guessing what food he was eating, you typed out your phone number and the words ‘text me’ with a heart emoji. and before your drunken brain could become aware of the possible consequences to that action, you hit send. locking your phone, you shoved it back in your pocket.

“another shot!” your friend yelled to the bartender.

•

your keys clattered to the floor, jingling loudly in the hallway. “shit” you mumbled. carefully bending over to pick them up, swaying on your feet. you tried yet again, for the fourth time, to shove the key in the lock. by some miracle you managed to do it this time, unlocking the door and practically falling into your apartment. you drunkenly kicked off your shoes and stumbled to your room, falling on your bed.

you lay there, wanting your clothes off, but the room is kind of spinning. you manage to kick your pants off, and somehow you unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side.

now that you’re alone again, and the apartment is so quiet, you notice his absence. his stuff is all gone, his side of the bed empty. the bandaid that the alcohol and your friends managed to put on your wound has lost all of its stick and slowly falls to the ground. your world shatters again, your heart splintering. you think maybe you should unblock his number and call him to apologize. tell him that you’ll cancel your bubble subscription.. and you can put your Leebit in the closet or something. your eyes well up with tears. instead of shoving him in the closet, you pull Leebit closer to your chest and scrunch your eyes shut tight, fighting the urge to sob.

ding

your eyes fly open, your arm grasping around for your phone. you find it on the floor, in the pocket of your discarded pants. you bring the phone to your face, reading the notification.

—private number: hello?

it was your ex. it had to be. he got a new number to text you from because you blocked his old one. but why was it private? your drunken mind couldn’t find the will to care about that question, instead opting to sloppily type out a reply that was almost illegible.

“helo in soo sorry.” you typed.

—private number: why are you sorry? why are your texts so sloppy? have you been drinking?

“yup. k went out woth some friends. i miss you.” you replied.

—private number: are you home safe now? did you eat? drink some water.

you smiled at his message. how sweet. he never sent messages like that before. never seemed to care that much about you before. he must miss you too. you sat up, slipping your shirt off and throwing it on the floor to join your pants and bra. you were nude except for some lace panties. you managed to snap a couple of pictures. scrolling through them, past all the blurry ones, you decide on one and text it to him.

*attached image* “i made ut home safer, see? come over. 😘” you sent. minutes passed with no response. you were starting to get anxious, thinking maybe you should send another picture, maybe he didn’t get the message. but before you can do so, your phone dings again.

—private number: woah woah woah. i’m not sure if i should be seeing that.

you were starting to sober up now, worry twisting in your gut.

“what do you mean? you’ve seen it a million times. you don’t like it now?” you reply.

—private number: i have definitely never seen that before. how old are you? should i be worried? maybe this was a bad idea.

you were so confused. what is he talking about?

—private number: of course this was a bad idea. chan hyung told me not to text a number sent to me on bubble.

it was like a lightbulb went off over your head. just like in the cartoons, it clicked on and buzzed softly. you remembered the message you sent to minho on bubble when you were at the bar. drunk you is very brave apparently. what are the odds that he would have seen that message though? and the odds are even smaller that he would actually text you. this can’t be happening. you’re passed out drunk and this is all some elaborate drunken nightmare your brain is conjuring up. and you sent nudes. you almost laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of it all. did you send Lee Min-Ho nudes?

“Lee Know?” you texted, feeling silly.

—private number: before i answer that question, answer mine.

“i’m 27.” you replied.

—private number: thank god. you can’t just send stuff like that. are you trying to ruin my career? i thought you liked me.

“is this really Lee Know? no way.”

—private number: i assure you, it is.

“prove it.” you say. “send a picture to your bubble right now.”

after a couple moments your phone sounds off with a ding. a bubble message appears and when you click on it, you find a photo of a very annoyed looking Minho.

—private number: proof enough?

your heart dropped to your stomach, which was filled with butterflies but at the same time you thought you may throw up.

“OH MY GOD.” send. “IM SO SORRY.” send. “I PROMISE I DIDNT KNKW IT WAS TOU. I THOUGHT IT WAS MY EX. DONT LOOK .” send.

—private number: ㅋㅋ you’re cute.

“oh my god. i am so so so sorry. i promise i did not send that to you on purpose. i would never put you in that situation. please forgive me.” you rambled.

—private number: ㅋㅋ this is so funny. its okay.

“it is definitely NOT okay.” you argue.

—private number: i didn’t mind the picture. in fact, i may have another look. if that’s okay with you.

what? what did he just say? you read the text again and again. yup. this was definitely an alcohol induced dream.

—private number: i like your panties.

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[sh1-n0bu]

Okay (takes a deep breath) HELLO

I hope you are doing well..So I recently started following you. I'M JUST IN LOOOOVE IN YOUR WRITING

so I had like this angst idea.I'm a sadist.I enjoy putting my fav characters through hell

Angst ask ( I'm still confused about the rules so please forgive me)

Angst (little yandre s/o)

Let's say that we're m/n and we love our s/o very much. We have a vision and we're like the perfect person to exist on teyvat (I literally met a like this person today) looks 100👍 personality (cute, caring and strong ofc) anyway buff them as much u want.So we went on a mission almost died by getting injured.Somehow made it back to s/o's special day.Spend the whole day with them while dying (u know tanjiro who never dies no matter how much injuries he has) like that.But we got ambushed in middle of nowhere .S/o got hit first and became a burden. Can't fight because of the injury (for s/o) and became almost paralyzed and barely killing the enemies.On the other hand we're dying before but everything crashed and we're fighting with death and enemies and had to protect s/o also (S/O was really weak today and we took the hit again for them and finish the whole fight alone) we almost or say SAYONARA BITCH and maybe die on them or our vision is losing it's glow quickly and we are drowning in our own blood

Ur choice

The self hate part (while the're paralyzed) their dark thoughts are talking over them

It's their fault for being so useless

It's their fault we are almost dead or dead

It's their fault

Their fault

Ahhh sorry because this shit is so long

I had more on my brain ehehehe

Anyway if you don't like it please feel free to ignore it

Loooooove you

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

😈anon (The emojis are so messed up in this device)

Have a great year ahead

Best of luck

Byeeeeee

✿ 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ✿

characters: 6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: blood, fighting, canon typical violence, reader has vision, almost dying, angst, light crack and fluff

notes: WOOOO man 😈 nonnie bby you popped off for this one! also wtf nobu is still alive y’all 😨😨

definitely the type to blame himself the most if the people he loves and cares for would get injured, even if he was in another nation when it happened

you get that feeling of immense guilt when you accidentally step on your pet and they yowl very loudly in pain and you want to apologize and pet them to soothe them but they’re backing away from you?

yeah take that feeling and multiply it ten times, that’s how aether felt when he heard your pained shout when trying to get yourselves away from the ambush

when he saw your body fall down to the dirt with blood slowly seeping into the grass, painting the beautiful field in heartbreaking red, he blanked out

only came to himself when your hand touched his cheek, reminding him that you’re both alive as paimon sobs between you two

he was just so worried that you will leave him behind just like lumine and he couldn’t help the aching feeling of his heart being stabbed as his eyes felt more watery and his throat clenched up

aether already lost a loved one and he’s desperately trying to find her and bring her back, so please be careful and always come back to him and paimon

sobbing into your shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, the blonde traveler couldn’t tell if the wetness he feels on his cheeks is either from his tears or your blood. and he can’t make out any noises other than the ringing, the terrified thumps of his heart and paimon’s sobs. were you alive? please be alive.

feeling a hand wipe away his tears, aether pulled back from sobbing to your shoulders as he looks at you with wide and puffy eyes. you were alive!

tackling you down into a hug, he ignored your pained grunt as he wailed loudly into your chest. clinging to your shirt, weakly hitting your shoulders as he rambled about being more careful and to never make him nor paimon this worried ever again.

“yeah yeah… but aether we need to patch ourselves up before we bleed out to death”.

“…oh”.

the karmic debt that eats away at his mind, body and heart is always on the brink of taking over and turning him into a mindless, raging beast

and thanks to his karma, the guardian yaksha is always at the tip of his feet. ready to run away, desert himself or if needed to, spread out his golden wings and fly far far away where he would harm no one. only himself

sadly it was another day where his karma was at it’s worst. every single movement, shifting of muscles feeling like they’re being torn apart, every little inhale and exhale of breath feeling like his lungs are being stabbed

that’s when it happened. the ambush, the fatui, the accident - it all happened too fast for the adepti to even realize what was going on until something wet splatters on his cheek

blood. your blood

at that, the guardian yaksha put on his mask, uncaring of the agony in his body as he dashes between the ambushers, swiftly taking them down before returning to your side

feeling a shaky hands trying and failing miserably over and over to wrap a bandage around your torso, you manages to crack an eye open to stare at the blurry figure of your boyfriend. faintly you could hear him cuss under his breath as his weak state tries to stop the bleeding with trembling hands. from fear? anxiety? his own karma? you didn’t know and neither did he.

“shit shit shit shit! just stay awake [name]! we’re almost at the wangshu inn!”

noticing your eyes growing hazy, he places a hand on your shoulder and gently shakes you, causing you to grunt in pain. shit was that the wrong move? did he accidentally caused your injuries to worsen?

the touch of your hand covering his own gloved ones snaps him out of his inner tantrum as he looks at your face.

“idiot… why are you smiling?”

“hahah… calm down, love… it’s not that deep. we can walk to the wangshu inn together…”

as the most famous detective and doushin of inazuma, heizou tends to attract a few ill intention carrying people to himself. and that’s precisely why he always tries to keep your relationship a secret even if he desperately wants to hold your hand in public, take you out on nice dates and see the many beautiful sceneries together

alas, not all relationships can exactly be happy go lucky. more so if the person your in a relationship with is the most successful detective of inazuma

all it happened in a blink of an eye. you and him were just supposed to take a nice walk around the beaches together at late night without too many prying eyes and curious whispers, yet heizou seems to have underestimated just how dirty the kairagi can play

the detective even tried threatening when the gang of treasure hunters and nobushis didn’t budge, instead deciding to attack straight at the two of you. the anemo user was fast but the treasure hoarders were too many for him to handle, causing both of you to end up injured

when seeing your bleeding chest, his breath hitches. hands starting to shake, breathing picking up pace as his mind goes back in a memory lane, way back to when his first and only childhood friend laid dying in his arms with the stupid green pebble clutched in his hand

was this real? was that incident happening all over again? no. no no no no, he can’t - he couldn’t lose you. not you. anyone but you -

feeling your weight slump over his shorter frame, the detective snaps out of his momentary panic attack. as your arm comes up to rest on his shoulder, the wine colored haired young man understands your intention. wrapping his own arm around your middle, heizou guides yourselves back to inazuma city as fast as he could support your larger frame.

“hehe… seems like… people might just find out that we’re dating huh ‘zou?”

“heh… just keep your energy and keep walking [name]”

only when hearing that your wounds weren’t in fatal places did shikanoin managed to breathe out a sigh of relief. shoulders sagging as he feels the heavy weight of anxiety slip off of his body, the doushin enters the room you’re resting in to give you a nice long lecture to never jump in front of him to use yourself as a shield again.

after living in hundreds of years under the perfectly hidden disguise, the anemo archon has seen and heard everything the world had to offer. from the joys of his people during festivals to now, the familiar, disgusting feeling of dread churning in his stomach as he waits for your healing to finish

it was a sudden ambush, he was told by the small group you were traveling with. apparently a few abyss heralds had shown up, causing you to use your pyro vision too much to the point you ended up burning your own self

venti couldn’t sit still. pacing back and forth in front of the door of the cathedral, tapping his feet anxiously, fiddling with the necklace you lovingly placed around his collarbone on your relationship’s first year anniversary - now feeling like he was being choked by the gift he treasured

after what seems like hours, the door opens and he’s let in to meet you

you were staying in one of the emergency rooms at the back of the cathedral. the soft glow of the sunset peeking in through the window shining down on your unconscious body, making him feel a mix of awe at your visage but also dread at the amount of pain your body could possibly be going through

dragging a chair up to sit beside your bed, the bard decides to stay beside your recovering figure until you wake up

grunting and shifting, you could feel the bright afternoon sun beating down on you. it felt unconscious and annoying, why didn’t venti close the curtains? he knows how much you hate the afternoon sun.

wait… venti… curtains…

forcing your eyes to open up, you felt a soft tiny weight laying down on your chest right over your beating heart. bringing a bandaged hand up, you poked at the small figure of the wind spirit.

ah right… the accident with the traveling and the abyss heralds.

at the fifth poke, the tiny wind spirit seems to wake up. yawning, the little guy sits up on your chest before his sleepy hazed mind finally realizes you’re awake.

throughout the rest of the afternoon and way into the night, some of the sisters in the cathedral could hear your voice talking back to an angry sounding chirps. they decided to just act like it never happened and continue on with their work.

“human life is worthless”.

that’s what the puppet always scoffs whenever he comes across a grave or reminded of your mortality by your silly questions of “will you remember me after i’m dead?”

and yet why was he screaming his lungs out as he shakes your unconscious body in his arms?

why was it raining? why was his eyes wet even with the wide brimmed hat covering his face?

… why were you bleeding in the middle of the avidya forest?

after having a meltdown over your paling body, wanderer decides to act quick and take you to someone named tighnari. you’ve introduced the two while you were showing the puppet around sumeru, “he’s great with medicine and is one of the best forest rangers” he could remember your smiling fave as he recalls your words

scooping up your body into his arms, the former harbinger uses his anemo vision to fly towards the small village where the forest ranger is located

bursting in through the front door, wanderer nervously calls out for tighnari as he disregards the many looks of worry, fear and pity around him. he just needed to get you to help fast

it had been a few days since your lover had found you bruised and bleeding on avidya forest’s grounds. there’s not a single moment where he’s gotten up and left your side. not even once, not even when the fennec fox pesters him that he should look out for his own health as well.

just how the fuck was he supposed to look over himself when you could very well be on the thin line between life and death?

it was on the fourth day when the puppet felt your fingers twitch in his gentle grasp. sitting up straight, he sits closer to your unconscious body, hoping, praying to the archons that any sign could be seen or heard.

and this time, the archons seems to have took pity on the poor heartbroken puppet as you shifted and groaned, finally starting to wake up. he breathed out a sigh of relief, a single stray tear falling down his puffy eyes as he wipes it away before cradling your cheeks in his hands tenderly.

“welcome back, darling���”

oh gosh imagine the amount of ptsd flashbacks, panic attacks and self blaming this man gets when he sees you get injured

even worse, when you two are fighting together on the battlefield

when you would get injured his state of mind is immediately reverting back to tomo’s death. the blank vision of his friend, the lightning that incarnated his flesh and bones leaving behind nothing to burry, nothing to remember him by, the sheer absolute helplessness the kaedehara felt

acting on pure instincts alone, the samurai scoops up your bleeding body in his arm and he does the same thing he has done before. run.

only when far away from the ambush place and their chasers could no longer be seen or heard does he allows himself to breathe

placing down your injured body, kazuha brings out a few rolls of bandages as he looks over your wounds

was it in a lethal place? how deep was it? did the ambushers had elemental powers? he didn’t know nor could he remember. his vision is just red as his chest heaves, mind being overridden with nothing but panic

this scenery, this moment, this feeling - it was all too familiar to the poor samurai, he couldn’t even comprehend what was real or what was fake

everything was too much

that was, until he feels your hand tugging on his kimono sleeve

finally taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind and racing heart, kaedehara starts to patch up your wounds, albeit a bit sloppily with his trembling hands

staggering with your taller frame leaning on his shorter one for support, kazuha could make out beidou and the crux members’ surprised and worried shouts as some of them drops the luggage they were moving into the ship, instead running over to the couple to aid their members.

as one of the men take your unconscious body away from him, kazuha finds himself following behind wordlessly to the med room. archons was the blood on his white kimono yours? have you truly lost this much blood?

… would you be okay?

snapping himself out of his sudden dark thought, the wandering samurai feels beidou place a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. she could see the young man wasn’t injured, then that would only mean all of the blood on him is from you.

quietly standing together, the captain and the samurai awaits for the medic to finish patching you up. becoming a comforting pillar to lean on to each other as some time passes until the medic finally comes out with a small smile.

just by looking at the medic, kazuha knew you would pull through. that was how you always were. strong and steady, just like the geo vision you had mastered.

[tyongf-nct]

Hey I'm pretty new to your account and I have read about 3 of your pieces and I could tell that the rest of your pieces are great!! So I just wanna ask for a hard dom Johnny please? I'm going through a Johnny phase and it's not okay☠️

(This is also like my first ever ask so don't mind if I sound weird lol)

anon…i’m cracking up reading these 🤣 thanks for putting a smile on my face. and welcome to my page! i’m glad you’ve liked what you’ve read so far, and thanks for reading the rules! even if you’re not regular, i’ll still tag this ask with your emoji just in case you want to reread the piece in the future ;) this was a pretty broad topic so i hope you enjoy what i did with it! 💕

(also, the johnny phase is so real)

dynamic: johnny suh x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut, bdsm, hard dom!johnny, sub!reader, penetrative sex (female receiving), spanking, hair pulling, assertive language, 2nd person POV, lack of aftercare bc this is just a drabble and i’m lazy lol

~

The bed frame shuddered with a creak as Johnny slammed into you from behind, your joints struggling to keep you upright. His thick cock plunged in and out of you as you moaned loudly, a small string of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

“Arch your back more,” he commanded. You complied, shuddering as he pushed deep inside you. The drag of his length sent sparks of pleasure radiating through your core. His big hands gripped your ass, kneading roughly in between slaps. Every few minutes he’d pull a hand back to smack you with enough intensity that the sound echoed loudly throughout the bedroom. You cried out, gripping the sheets beneath you for dear life as he fucked you roughly.

“Tsk, tsk,” Johnny tittered, “Always such a good girl for me. You listen so well,” he murmured. You whimpered, nodding as the haze of pleasure surrounded you. Johnny used one hand to slap your ass again, your skin stinging but the pain was welcome. The two of you were sweaty, skin sliding easily against one another as your elbows finally gave out and you flopped gracelessly onto your face. Johnny didn’t pause, fucking you as your cries were muffled into the pillow.

“Lift up,” his deep voice demanded, “I want to hear your sweet little moans.” You tried to push up onto your hands, but your muscles were lax with pleasure and you were unsuccessful. Johnny sighed loudly before grasping a handful of your hair and yanking harshly, the sting on your scalp pulling a yelp from you.

His mouth came close to your ear as he leaned down so his chest was touching your back.

“I said,” he whispered, “Let me fucking hear you.”

Sobbing, you nodded, unable to muster a verbal response. Johnny kept his hold on your hair and slammed into you with no mercy, groaning quietly as he neared his orgasm. You felt his cock pulse a few times before he spilled into the condom, curses falling from his lips. You clenched around him, chest heaving as he pushed as deep as he could go while he came.

The hand not holding your hair snaked around to the front of you, circling your clit until your legs shook as you climaxed dramatically, pussy still twitching around his cock.

“Fuck, so tight around me, baby,” he huffed a quiet laugh in admiration. You swallowed, small whimpers between breaths as you slowly came back down from that seductive high. Johnny slipped out slowly, the drag against your oversensitive center making you moan pathetically.

The early morning sunlight began to shine through the window, and you lay still to recover as sleep began to pull at you. Your eyes drifted closed and you felt the warmth of Johnny’s tall frame envelop you.

[naturaldreamer]

Hello! How’s your day? I hope it is well. May I request a Error/Reader angst w/ comfort fic where Error leaves the reader alone at the void for a long time and ends up coming back, excited to finally see them again, but suddenly finds out their s/o had turned into a glitch because of exposure to the anti-void?

Also, may I be 🍦 anon? ( if you allow emoji anons, that is. )

If anything in this request makes you uncomfortable or uninterested, please delete this ask! Bestest of luck with writing, dear friendo!

Hello, hello little reader! It's nice to meet you! Thank you so much for the request! ♥ My day has been good so far, thank you for asking. I hope your day has been well.

Also, yes! I definitely allow emoji anons! You shall be called... Icecream anon! ♥ This is also for those that wish to use an emoji to converse with me without revealing your identity. ^^

Awww, why thank you, friend! This request didn't make me uncomfortable at all. Rather, I was excited to write this because Error's my favorite skeleton out of all of the AUs (Nightmare being a close second).

Now, without further ado, here's your request written out, Icecream Anon. ♥

When is he coming back...?

There are no clocks to tell the time. No way to find out if it’s day or night in the white, empty void that Error left you alone in. Only dread of his prolonging absence keeps you sane long enough to try to find a way out, even if it seems impossible to do so. You have tried in the past when you first met the destructive and dangerous skeleton. Even to this day, you’re unsure of why he kept you around in the first place.

Was it loneliness that he kept you near? Curiosity, perhaps? Either way, you’re grateful that Error kept you alive when he could have easily torn your soul apart and left you to die, uncaring of your presence afterward.

A sharp pain in your chest causes you to yelp and fall to your knees, tears threatening to fall from your eyes from the lingering ache in your soul. You rub your chest to try to ease the uncomfortable being, but it remains and only grows. Choking back a sob, you struggle to stand, your legs shaking to keep you upright. Taking a deep breath to calm your rising anxiety, you keep pushing yourself to walk around.

Whether it’s to distract you or to keep moving, you’re unsure as you firmly press a hand against your chest, finding it a bit harder to breathe.

Error wouldn’t leave you for a long time on purpose, would he...? Why is he taking so long? What did you do to deserve this? This agonizing pain... The creeping sorrow of being left alone to, perhaps, die in this unforgiving void. It didn’t help either that it lacks warmth; the freezing air prickling your sweaty cheeks and the back of your neck.

Shivering involuntarily, you stop in front of an invisible wall, your hands pressing against the surface.

“Let me out! Please! I don’t...!” you shouted as you bang on the wall, tears running down your flustered cheeks as you sobbed, your voice cracking, “I don’t want to die! Please!”

Only echoes of your voice return your cries. Wailing freely, your knees buckle as you slowly lower yourself to the ground, no longer having the strength or Hope to stand.

“Please... Help me...” you croaked out pitifully.

A tingling sensation wraps around your ankles as you sit in front of the barrier. Slowly, you glance over your shoulders to see what’s tickling you.

Your eyes widen in fear as your heart skips a beat in your chest and despair wraps tightly within your gut.

Surrounding your ankles and creeping up your legs are glitches that are slowly deforming the appearance of your body. It causes your legs to disappear for a second before appearing again.

Panic takes a hold of you as you scramble to sit on your bottom and try to swat at your legs to try to stop the growing glitches on your body.

It was futile.

Crying loudly, you continue to smack your legs, adrenaline pumping through your veins in your strong need to survive, “No no no no no no! Please, no! Stop! Stop growing on me!”

Despite your best efforts, there’s no way to stop the glitches from climbing further upward. Trembling, you shake your head and scream at the top of your lungs, hoping, no praying that Error will hear you.

“ERROR!!!!”

_______

Error clutches a crystallized echo flower in his grasp.

This particular alternate universe was a pain in the coccyx. It took longer than usual in dealing with the anomaly here since it took a while in finding it. The residents of this universe didn’t help, either, as they were always finding ways to slow him down. Error ended their miserable lives quickly with his strings and dusting them before they could summon their attacks. All that lies before him is now a desolate Waterfall with dust surrounding his feet.

Regardless of the troubles he faced, Error finds a moment to admire Waterfall’s beauty, the echo flowers, and rivers causing an ethereal glow. After listening to the water rushing peacefully through the area and glancing around, he brings his attention to the flower in between his clawed fingers.

A rarity among the universes he’s crossed through. Perhaps the human back home will enjoy this gift. Though, they didn’t need to know that Error stole it from a dusted monster.

It’s a secret that’ll remain between him and this plant.

With a smirk, Error shoves the flower inside his pocket and focuses on making a portal back to his place. A circular portal opens up in front of him and shows the white void on the other side. The chill coming from within causes his bones to rattle a bit, but he shakes it off due to the familiarity of the temperature. Without looking back, Error steps through the portal and closes it behind him afterward, searching the place for his human.

There’s wailing on the other side of the void, the sound causing him to snap his attention toward it and squinting in that general direction. Without his glasses, Error can’t see the human’s form perfectly, only a blur up ahead that lets him know that you’re there.

But... Something’s wrong.

“Why are you crying, human? I wasn’t gone that long,” Error huffed before he strolls over to you, an uneasy feeling wrapping around his broken soul.

“E-e-e-error...”

It’s your voice that makes him pause. The little errors are slowly increasing around his body the longer the silence stretches on. Hesitantly, Error digs through the inside of his jacket and brings out his red glasses before placing them on, his vision becoming clearer.

He wishes he hadn’t.

Error almost goes through a crash upon seeing your glitchy, broken appearance. You’re still on the ground with your legs up and arms around them, your tear-streaked face staring right at him. Like him, you have little errors surrounding your body and blue permanent tear streaks over your cheeks.

Your body completely changed and it’s all his fault because he lost track of time.

Error’s corrupted soul pulses painfully within his chest as he kneels in front of you, his body trembling as he slowly reaches out. You watch him intently as he skims over your cheek hesitantly with his claws. Error shivers involuntarily due to touching you, but there wasn’t any pain afterward. Slowly, he cups the side of your face as he looks back at you, grimacing at your current state.

He freezes in place when you slowly raise your one hand and let it hover over his hand that’s cupping your cheek. Tilting your head until your head rests comfortably in his hand, you smile gently at him, your face soft with no hatred in sight.

“W-welcome h-h-home, E-e-e-error...” you greeted him, your voice having that static tone.

Error’s soul throbs at your genuine gaze and words, already feeling the guilt gnawing him.

In the past, he would have never done this sweet gesture to a human nor would he have allowed them to be so close. With the fear of being vulnerable around others, he kept people and monsters at a distance. Then again, they usually weren’t alive long enough to grow to know him.

Now... Now things were a bit different with you. Sure, you’re a human, but someone that he grew attached to and unwilling to let go of no matter how much you begged him to. Seeing as though he messed up by leaving you alone for a long time and causing you to be in this predicament, it seems Error has his work cut out for him in making sure you’re comfortable in this form.

For now, though, he’s content in this position, your soft cheek resting against his hard, bony palm.

With a heavy sigh, Error grins sadly at you before he responds, “I’m back, human. I’m back.”

(I hope Error wasn't too OOC in this. I did my best, though! >w< I'll see you guys next time with the next request! ♥)

[emmett-the-luchino-lover]

And romantic Luchino x reader hcs that you wanna talk about? (Kinda like a “free prompt” for you to have fun with)

YESS!! I tried my best! (ToT) I'm sorry if it's kind of bad, I tried to make it as accurate to him as possible by studying him from his tweets on the official idv twitter account, but overall, enjoy it!! :D

(requests are open! check my rules for more info before requesting!)

LUCHINO X GN! READER ROMANTIC HCS <3 (SFW) 🦎 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗Surprisingly, he is quite the gentleman! back when he was a human, tonsss of people tried to flirt with him (though he did not quite liked the attention as he is more of a to himself type of person.)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗But, once he has been a hunter in the manor, and after he became a lizard, no body wanted to even be near him. He was incredibly closed off from everyone, in his room (or better known as his "lab") doing whatever god knows what. But, he oddly liked it that way..

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗Until you came along. During a match, he had his eyes on you, wanting to know more and study you. "What a fascinating human.." he thinks to himself.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗The way you guys met was when you both were in the manors hunter garden (its giantic btw :skull emoji:). He bumps into you, surprised of the fact that a mere human, let alone a survivor was wandering around the hunter's part of the manor

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗"Human.. why are you here? Do you even know who I am.? I am a terrifying creature… Many mortals fear me…."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗"Yea, also this is a nice garden!"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗"….Did you not hear what I just said."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗After that whole entire mess, he grew to like you more and more, both getting to know each other and you sneaking off to the hunter's part of the manor, often hanging around the garden.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗At first, he is not too fond of touch. He actually despised it. But the more you guys are around each other, he had this.. weird desire to give you lots of affection, he didn't understand why though.

-In the start of the relationship, how he shows his affection is giving you small gifts like necklaces, flowers, etc. He'd give excuses to sit beside you.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗When you give him some stuff back, he would be blushing like ALOTT this lizard boy just gets flustured easily.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗"Thank you so much, amore mio." (he'll say it camly even tho he's like freaking out on the inside.)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗he loves it when you listen to him geeking out about science stuff and all of that, it makes him feel all giddy inside and makes him fall in love with you even more.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗compliment his scales and everything. He loves the way he looks, and when you compliment him, his ego goes through the roof lol

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗He also loves chin scratches. Give him chin scratches and he purrs loudly and you can literally feel and hear the vibration from his body.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗Once the relationship has been going on for awhile, he'll easily get comfortable with hugs and cuddles, and pretty much almost everything.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗He loves to pick you up with his long ass tail, even just out of no where.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗He'd also have you watch him with his experiments in his labs. He'll sometimes allow you to join in, but that's on certain stuff. Half the reason is because he doesn't want you to get hurt if anything happens, and also he is a complete control freak, and only likes things going his way when it comes to this type of stuff, so he would go crazy if any experiments is not mostly him doing it.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗He doesn't mean it in a mean way or anything though I promise sobs on the ground

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗He loves reading some books with you with classical music in the background while you both are cuddling up on his bed.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗He'd also treat you to a romantic dinner date (Joseph and Leo would be volunteering to do the food and wine for yall considering you guys can't really go out anywhere since you are literally stuck inside a manor r.i.p)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗He also ADORES kissing with chin scratches if that makes sense, on both ends. He also loves to pull you in and hold you while you guys are kissing (real)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗Overall, a really great lizard guy 10/10 (I need him right now fr)

[luvsae]

it was a bad day | karube daikichi

- short drabble | karube x gn!reader | angst but eventual fluff | no warnings :)

prompt taken from this post <3

Work was tiring, and you couldn't wait to get home and see your boyfriend, Karube.

It had been a bad day. Thinking about it could make you cry. First, it started with your boss yelling at you for spilling his coffee just a bit. It wasn't even that much, on his desk - you apologized a thousand times, but then he proceeded to yell at you to get him more.

Then, he yelled at you more when he brought in some work for you to do. It was humiliating as there were some people around you. You wanted to hide and sob, but you had to stay strong for yourself.

Now, as you're on the bus ride home, you dropped your papers in the hallway. No one helped you and instead just watched. You sighed loudly and picked it up before sitting down.

Your head rested on the window as music played through your headphones. The soft music almost relaxing your strong headache.

Just then, your phone buzzed, making you look down and see there was a text message from your boyfriend. With a smile, you opened the message.

k♡: miss you a lot. are you almost home?

you: yup! just a few more turns and im there :) miss you so much. it's been a long day

k♡: awww poor baby :( ill be here to talk to you

k♡ : 💗💗❤️❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❣️❣️💖💖

You laughed quietly to yourself as Karube texted you. He always spammed you with heart emojis, and you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

Just then, your headphones died out of nowhere. You could've sworn you just charged them today, but you guess you used them too much.

A quiet sigh escaped you. You just wanted to get home quickly.

You finally got home and stepped off the bus.

Of course, you almost tripped in front of everyone. You quickly wiped off the embarrassment and went to the door. Luckily it was opened and you silently thanked your boyfriend for leaving it unlocked.

As you shut the door, you felt your eyes starting to water a bit. All the stress was finally catching up to you after this long day.

"Baby? Is that you?" The sound of your boyfriends voice filled the house.

You kicked off your shoes and walked into the living room. "Hi baby," you said quietly. "I'm home now."

"I missed you," he smiled at you. "So much."

"I missed you too." You said, your voice slightly cracking as you tried to speak quietly.

Karube noticed your tone and facial expression.

It was the one you had on when you were upset or about to cry. He knew you too well as he walked over to you. "Baby? What's wrong?"

You couldn't hold it in anymore - the tears started to run down your face, your silent sobs taking over.

"Oh, baby.." Karube wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as he kissed the top of your head. "It's okay. Let it all out."

You sobbed into your boyfriends chest. All the stress leaving your body as you did so. You've cried in front of him before, but you hated being sad like this.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?" He asked.

You took a deep breath. "Are you sure you wanna hear?" You laughed sadly, "it's really long."

"I want to hear all of it," he answered. "I will be here to listen."

"Well, first it started when I got a coffee for my boss. I accidentally spilled some of his desk- away from all the important stuff and he yelled at me!" You started to say.

"That piece of shit." Karube added.

"Yeah, piece of shit," you sniffled. "Then..! Then, a few hours later, he was still mad at me, and he gave me a bunch of work, then yelled at me in front of everyone!"

"You deserve a better boss," he said. "No one should yell at you for something that small."

"I know," you sighed. "Then I dropped all my papers on the bus, then my headphones died, then I almost tripped on the way here."

Karube let go for a second to cup your face, pressing a few kisses on your forehead, lips, and nose. "I'm so sorry, y/n. You didn't deserve to have a bad day, and I hope I can make it better somehow. You deserve to at least have a relaxing night."

You laughed silently. "Thank you, baby. I just want to hug you right now, is that okay?"

"Of course," he said, wrapping your arms around you once more. "Always want to hug you."

There were a few moments of silence. The only sound peaking through was the cars driving past the house. You felt relaxed and happy to be in your boyfriends arms, but couldn't help to feel emotional.

"Please don't let go." You told your boyfriend.

"I won't, sweetheart."

[hymns-across-the-stars]

SKULL W/ CROSSBONES EMOJI !!!!!!!

Send ☠️ for me to write some crippling angst between our muses.

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Her body still hasn't fully recovered from being atop her pup's the god-pup's structure when he had collapsed. It might just be her age catching up; her joints ache, old bones creak. She is not nearly as nimble as she once was. The cold bites sharper through her fur than any lizard bite, too, leaving her a shivering mess at even the shortest excursion. But she is still functional as a hunter, at least, still able to get her fill before the snowstorms became too cold for even the fire in her stomach to keep her alive.

She is still functional enough, she thinks as her hind legs scrabble at the torn pieces of metal for purchase and the drone blinks lazily by her head, to still act as his mother the god-pup's citizen. He is in far worse a state than she, barely a shell of his former self. It is the least she can do to fulfill some of her supposed duty and offer some warmth while she can.

The Artificer hauls herself over a little lip in the sheer ledge-side of the shattered remains of his chamber and pauses for breath. The wind howls loudly as ever, the sound almost magnified in the otherwise-silence.

Her ear twitches.

That's not right. That can't be right. He always plays his silly little pearl's music. He would never let it be silent.

But no, silence is all that seems to remain.

She can feel her heart lurch. She scrambles to where he should be.

Only a cold pearl and a body dusted in snow are there to greet her.

Distantly, she hears something like a whimper as she nudges the still figure of Five Pebbles. But he does not respond. Nothing flickers, nothing moves, he is freezing against her nose like he was nothing more than a corpse left out in the storm.

The whimpering becomes a howling wail, a noise that tears out her throat. But even that is drowned out by the sound of the wind, just as thunder stole the sound the first time she ever cried so. Still, she cries and sobs and screams to the sky until there is nothing left of her voice to give and he still remains unmoving.

Her eye stings. Her body feels stiff. It's cold—it's so, so cold—but she cannot bring herself to care about that. Slowly, painfully, she sinks down to curl around him as if he were only sleeping, letting him leech away at what little warmth still remains in her body.

Her drone blinks some sort of warning for her to seek shelter. She does not move. Her eye flutters shut and she rests her chin atop her pup's head, as if they were just going to sleep.

She wishes she does not have to wake from this one.

[hext00ns]

What Autistic headcanons do you have for Drake and Elmo.

So I definitely hc both of them on the spectrum.

For Elmo, he didn’t start talking till he was probably around three or four. It wasn’t till he was probably around five or so that he was actually making full sentences and even then kept to the quiet side. His special interest is definitely electricity even before becoming Megavolt. He wanted to be a scientist growing up. We see how that turned out. Elmo also will only eat specific foods growing up and is very texture sensitive. He stems by pulling at or messing with his fur. He also scratches. Elmo is the kinda guy that has to keep a close eye on his stemming or he might accidentally hurt himself. I also think Elmo does that thing rats do where they just ball up like potatoes. Idk if that counts in autism hcs but like. It’s real to me

Drake is very loud. Not much volume control as a kid and definitely had to learn it. Out of the two Drake is definitely the one who had the harder time with social cues. Drake is also very blunt though so is Elmo. Drake’s just comes off harsher cause he’s also just an asshole lmaoo. His special interest was always detective and mystery stories. Like I said, Philip Marlowe, Sherlock Holmes, Poirot, Columbo. Etc etc. I don’t think he’s very particular of any one sense but I do think he gets over stimulated easily especially as a kid. Most his meltdowns tended to come out pretty angry. Oh yeah did I mention he’s an angry sob. Drake stems with his hands and voice more than not. Less noises and more CONSTANT talking. Dude never shuts up heart emoji. He also talks with his hands a TON and is constantly moving them especially as a kid

Honestly idk if all this fits under autism a lot of this is projection on my part and my ass got that triple threat ocd/adhd/autisms so loudly shrugs

[thygoddessouijathicc]

The Cursed Lizard Dave Fic I have been wanting to make for awhile

(Disclaimer: Dave is a lizard man. Haha funni. I’m sorry for this. Truly.)

It was a normal ass day in Five Nights at Dayshift world, and Jack couldn’t wait to put on his iron maiden fursuit and entertain annoying childs.

This day was as per usual, ruined quickly.

Jack kicked down the door to the door to the Saferoom. “SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS MACARONI SO I TOOK A BITE OUT OF A TREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jack loudly sings.

Orange Man KICKS DOWN DOOR, What Happens Next Will SHOCK YOU!!!!!!!!!

Jack finds his “total BFF” hunched in the corner, and he gets a VERY bad feeling. He cautiously approaches the man, ready to dart at any moment.

He notices that Dave is eating live beetles out of a Let’s potato chip bag and proceeds to do a Wojak face. VINE BOOM

Jack starts to emit a sonic screech and explode.

Dave is canvas flipped to be facing his booooooyfriiiiiiiiend hahahahahahahahahahahahaahaahahaahhahahaa

“Why hello there, Old Sport.” Dave says entirely normally as he continues to eat bugs.

Jack continues to grossly sob and vibrate.

“Are you ok Old Sport?”

“B-BUG EATERRRRRRR!” Jack yells.

“Oh sorry ):” Dave says “Did you want some I’m sorry for not offering.”

“And why u eating bugs?” Jack says while doing the laughing while crying emoji face.

“Bugs r tasty Old Sport :D” Dave says while default dancing at Jack.

Jack t poses to assert dominance and Dave a poses in order to show his submissiveness and breedability OwO

“Nu bugs are gross >:(“ Jack replies.

“HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Dave said calmly.

“Baka it’s not like I like you or anything!” Jack says, as he reads the script given to him by the fandom. He stares at us all in utter disappointment.

“I agree Old Sport, but we’re not arguing about if nuclear power is sustainable, we’re arguing about bugs.”

“FUCK BEES!” Jack says. “Also stop being disgusting you disgusting man thing.”

“That’s LIZARDIST! >:0” Davey yells and starts crying because his boyfriend is lizardist.

“Lmao cope.”

“:(((((((((((((((((“

“Ok fine I’ll stop being lizardist. That is mean and I respect my friends. And so should you kids! Remember boundaries are important!”

“Ok thanks Jacky-Wacky UwU” Dave says as he crawls up and down the walls. Jack ragdolls.

“You being a lizard is pretty based NGL.”

“OHMYGODDDD THANK U >v<“ Dave explodes and rotates. “CAN YOOOOU HELP MEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺”

“With what you sexy lizard fecker.” Jack says, biting his lip pornographically.

“My skin is shedding but the stuff on my hand won’t come offfffffff 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”

“Ok lol” Jack says, degloving Dave’s hand.

“Thank youuuuu Sportsyyyyyyyyyy” Dave says, as he hits the griddy.

“I want your lizard bussy ✌️😩” Jack says while flopping on the ground like a fish.

“UwU what’s this?” Dave says while the name of rom for you is death.

Davey eats a whole plate of spaghetti while vibrating.

Jack does a pirate jig.

Dave’s lizard frills flare up and he hisses.

What the fuck is going on here?

I’m the narrator and even I’m confused.

Dave glitches out and walks in the air for a minute.

“You know I’ve always been really into anthro lizards 🤪🤪🤪😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴💩💩💩👅👅👅🧶🧶🧶” Jack says as h livesey walks towards Dave.

“Really UwU?” Dave says in return as he is pinned against a wall.

The troglodyte mating ritual is a strange one.

Suddenly, everything explodes and everyone died they lived happily ever after the end.

(Note: Accurate depiction of being in the lizard Dave cult.)

[elkonigin]

I love all your fics 💓

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Thanks for the ask Anon!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? Ooh. I love writing Inuyasha. But Thirsty!Kagome is also a fun one, because she's thinking what we're all thinking. 😂 And I love using Miroku as a comic relief.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? From the Paramedic Inuyasha fic that has recently taken a hold of my brain:

He shoved Miroku forward so that he was standing in front of Sango. “He has something to say,” Inuyasha stated. Sango’s screen lit up, and she turned around. “You’re going to have to wait,” she said, clicking the call over. “911, what’s your emergency.” A loud, half-sobbing voice came through her earpiece making Sango jerk. “Sir? Sir! I need you to slow down.” There was a pause, and Inuyasha leaned in close, pulling Miroku out of the way. “It’s my neighbor, she’s—oh God—” The distinct sound of someone vomiting loudly came through her ear piece, and Sango’s nose crinkled. “Sir, what’s wrong with your neighbor?” “I think—oh God—what if she’s dead?!” “Is she dead?” “I don’t know!” He shouted. “I didn’t want to disturb a crime scene!” “Sir, I need for you to calm down. We can’t help you without some information.” “Right, right, of course, sorry.” “Now, what’s your address?” “I don’t like giving out personal information.”

From the Fanfic Emoji Writer Asks. Feel free to ask a question.

[fleetwoodmoth]

Death Rattle

Kita knew what was about to happen. He could feel the sour pit in his stomach the moment he received the text from Satoru.

I'm coming to see you.

No emojis, no stupid gifs, no questions.

He stood at the threshold of his front door. Suguru hadn't left his side, purring loudly as he pressed his soft head against Kita's shin. No. He couldn't give in just yet. Hold it together.

He could feel the sorcerer coming before he even saw him. Satoru had walked. Hold it together. The shock of white hair came into view at the end of the path from the front gate and Kita swore he could throw up. He didn't wear his blindfold, opting for those stupid glasses of his. Those stupid glasses. Kita stares, dark eyes wide and aimed straight ahead. He doesn't hear Satoru say his name the first time, the ringing in his ears too loud.

"Kita," he repeats and Kita jerks, gaze finally meeting Satoru's.

His glasses are off.

"Don't," Kita croaks, a plead, a beg.

"I had to."

"Don't."

"He came to the school. He attacked my students."

"Shut up."

Hold it together.

"Kita."

"Stop it," his voice breaks hard, "stop it."

"Geto Suguru has been pronounced dead, Kita."

I can't.

Kita is on him before he can even think, he hits Satoru hard, cursed energy flailing out, claws carving into Satoru's cheek. Blood splatters the path, but he doesn't flinch. Kita realizes that Satoru let him hit him and the dam breaks.

Kita grabs him by the collar and shakes him, something no one should be able to do, and maybe if Kita was in his right mind he'd realize how big of a deal this was.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Kita screams, tears pouring so heavily down his cheeks he can't see anymore.

His legs give out, and Satoru, bless him, doesn't let him fall alone. He wraps Kita up and holds him there on the pathstones of his front yard until the younger man's screams turn to scratchy sobs turn to gasps.

The black domestic long haired cat sits beside the two, watching.

[honkbel]

Rating laughs / keyboard spams

I’m bored and my friend made me open Tumblr out of pure fear for my life.

LMAOO / LMFAO / LMFAOOOOOO - you’re me. I am you. you’re funny asf but not that funny 8/10

HELP / IM PEEING / HAHAHA - now you’re funny. AND HOT. like two in one 10/10

Pfft / Okay that was kinda funny / Ha, (comma after is NEEDED.) - You’re hot and you just like to bully people, and it’s kinda funny. 6/10

haha / lol / lmao - wtf man you sound sarcastic, put some energy into it 3/10

*laughs* / (laughs) - stay the FUCK away from me. 2/10

(uses the laughing crying emojis) - you’re old, but if you use like 3 or 4 right after each other, you’re kinda funny. you’re also single and you get no bitches  4/10

(sobbing emoji and skull emoji) - you’re probably a dude that goes “nah” “blud thinks” “bro thought” “he’s not him” etc. 9/10  

“I’m laughing” - No, you’re not. And if you are, you’re not laughing hard enough. 3/10

HEHEHAHHAHAH - you’re immature and older, but ily for it 9/10

AIGJKHJKHJASHHJKD - This is pointed at people that specifically start their keyboard spams with A. are you even laughing?? I think I just game you a heart attack. 

JSKJKLSKLJSKJGHGHJG - You’re immature but young-ish so it’s okay. 9/10

HEHEHJHSKDHJKHKJSHDHHA - You’re 12. Get off the internet for your own safety 8/10

Aklsjdkljgjjhasgh - wtf. 1/10

asdfghjkl; - how does your finger feel? 2/10

AYIUSHH LLKK USVJH LSGGU LJ - you laugh so loudly irl everyone can hear you, you don’t even need to type to let your international bestie know you’re laughing, they can hear you. I’m sure you accidentally typed words too. 8/10

gimme more laughs to rate if you have any

[pinkopalina]

be nice to yourself!!! you are always so mean about your own self it is hard to watch. do you really think you deserve someone hating you that loudly as often as possible? like do you really think you're the worst person in the world who deserves to die just because you struggle with your self worth sometimes? I hope you take this in the nicest way possible but it is nooot that deep. you have friends who love you. you have people who love your art. you have good ideas. you are like so amazing. I know it's hard when you forget so easily but like everything is going to be okay. I love you. respectfully get your shit together!!! 💗

sobbing shitting screaming. okay I cried. I don't even know how to say thank you for this

I kinda just wanna. post this for others more than for myself... I hope that if you are struggling and you can see this then you can take the message to heart too 👉👈 thank you for the kind words (pinkvomit emoji I only have on discord) I will try to stop beating myself up and try to start being my friend... 🥺💕