#maybe a request

[bored-storyteller]

WARNING: Masochism, biting, slight mention of blood, drinking blood, mention of being eaten.

Tokyo Ghoul, Uta x Human!Reader

Theet

Love is an abstract concept, no one can say what love really is.

There are those who believe that love is always right, there are those who say that an unhealthy love is not love. Maybe so, maybe certain kinds of love shouldn't exist.

There are those who say that love is nothing but a lie, there are those who say it is a deception of the brain. Perhaps this is also true.

You don’t know.

Love can be right or wrong, and you don't know which side your love is on, but you don't care.

Whether you call it love or madness, whethever is the name that the world give to your feelings is not important. It's so present, warm, piercing at times. It's in your chest, in your guts, in your eyes every time you meet his.

He is dangerous. You love him.

Your name rings out lightly, a call that barely surpasses the hum of the fan at the back of the room. Uta looks at you calmly, a veil of amusement on his blood irises.

"Sorry." You hum softly with a smile “I was watching you.”

“I had noticed that.” His gentle voice doesn't hide a shred of smugness that just makes you snort, but you're too focused to joke with him.

You're sitting on his lap, his hands resting lazily on your hips and yours caressing his face carefully.

Your thumb brushes the corner of his mouth.

“What are you looking at with such interest?” He asks you. You know he is watching you, he is trying to understand what you are studying with such interest.

You are a discovery, for each other.

“Your teeth.” You answer in a distracted murmur.

His face tilts slightly, leaning a little more into your touch, and you know that if you weren't so focused on his lips you'd see a perplexity hidden in his gaze, a perplexity you wouldn't be able to decipher.

"I don't think they're my best side." He jokes. You allow him a grateful laugh, but you're still taken by his mouth, by his movements, by your fingertips brushing his fangs.

They look like those of any human being, yet to the touch you can feel how hard, sharp they are.

You press a little, and like paper your skin breaks.

The game Uta was letting you play stops when he jerks his head away.

He go away, but he doesn't say anything. He looks at you silently with an expression you can't decipher; he could be scared, uncertain, curious…don't even waste time wondering.

A crimson droplet forms on the tip of your finger - it's beautiful, you think. You're sure he's of the same opinion too, especially him.

Inky eyes look at you, ask your intentions, and you can't help yourself.

He's dangerous, you think as your cheek rubs against his.

You love him so much, you think, as your bare shoulder comes to press against his lips.

You don't know if his love for you is healthy, if he loves you right, but you don't care.

You love that he indulges you, you don't know if it's your desire or his. Maybe you forced him, maybe he's hungry and tempted by the smell of your blood. Perhaps you are cruel to him.

Or maybe he loves you with all of his being.

His jaws open slowly, his teeth lean against your helpless skin.

And then the tear, the holes deepening, the blood blooms.

It hurts you, you can't hold back a moan of pain, but at the same time your hands are squeezing his shoulders.

He moans in pleasure, entranced, as if he's tasting something delicious. No, he's tasting something delicious.

His lips kiss you, his tongue licks, he sucks. You feel the blood coming out of the wound, it's hot that it almost burns. Yet you can't help thinking that it's beautiful what's happening: your fusion, complete and total. Just because Uta does it, that's the only reason it can happen.

You can't not love him right now, while you feel it completely, in his natural instincts, in being what he is. His teeth, his ghoul's teeth claiming your flesh.

Then, the grip loosens, and even if he tries to hide it you feel him filling his lungs with air: giving up is a sacrifice for him.

"You're delicious." He admits, and you see his tongue flick across his pierced lips “But it could be dangerous to play like this again, you know?”

Your hands are in your hair now, your fingers play delicately, a slight smile paints on your lips: "Are you afraid?" You ask him softly, a slight defiant tone hovers in your question.

His almost nonexistent eyebrows twitch, just for a fraction of a second, but you see them. His lips stretch a little in an amused expression: "Are you not?"

You caress his lower lip slowly, without risking anything this time: “Don't say you wouldn't like it. Don't say you wouldn't love me like that."

“Would you accept it?”

"Yes."

Maybe he's surprised by your prompt response, or maybe not. Uta is silent, and that silence expands over time so much that you're convinced there's nothing more to say, but in the end he speaks.

"And you don't think about me?" He asks you as if he were jokingly begging you "To your poor Uta who will be left all alone on this miserable world?"

You touch the tip of his nose: "I'm sure my poor Uta could survive."

“Mmh…yes. But eating you could be my last joy and the beginning of my madness."

You laugh, because differentiating a crazy Uta from a healthy one isn't understandable in your head, but you understand what he wants to tell you, you understand his intentions.

“It would be our tragedy.” you say as the tip of your nose brushes his.

Only a murmur of acknowledgment comes from him as his hand slips delicately under the fabric of your shirt, brushing against your cool, bare skin.

“Yeah…too bad it can never be told.”

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny and Michael if they met as teens

[daeyumi]

doodle request: BOTW Link chilling with his horse (pick your fav BOTW horse)

giant horse giant horse 🐴

[sangthael]

asking the real questions

[literaryvein-reblogs]

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Basics: Plot & Other Elements of Creative Writing

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Plot-Driven Story ⚜ Plotting a Novel ⚜ Plot-Planning Worksheet

Plot Twists ⚜ Types of Plot Twists ⚜ Subplots

Ten Story Genres ⚜ Elements of the 10 Story Genres

The 3-Act Structure: History & Elements ⚜ A Guide

The Shape of Story ⚜ The Shapes of Stories by Kurt Vonnegut

Tips

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Before Writing your Novel ⚜ Burying Information

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Editing

Chapter Maps ⚜ Editing your Own Novel

Plot Holes & Other Structural Issues ⚜ Structural Edit

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Archetypal Narrative Arcs ⚜ Character & Literary Tropes

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[hinamie]

someone asked if i had ever drawn gojo with his scars, now i have :>

[basalting]

after jasons death bruce "accidentally" slips harvey a crowbar while hes in arkham and kisses his cheek and says, voice soft and colder than ice, "make him hurt for me honey"

it takes 6 guards to sedate and drag two face off the joker the next time two face sees him and for the rest of their lives as soon as harvey sees the joker he goes after him like a rabid dog.

[dunmeshistash]

Do you have the complete bits about everyone's siblings and their relationships to them?

Here you go!

[ghostbredtt]

eughh I'm dead. I just couldn't post for like. three days... I think tumblr hates me tbh

I forgot how to render haii ;D very old Nyas

[solroskajan]

The solver is gone (?) They put Bizcuit in a normal worker body. They really didn’t expect him to grow sharp teeth or a tail. He doesn't need to drink oil to live but that won't stop him from trying. (cw: vomiting)

(I actually drew most of this before episode 7, but I felt like cleaning it up a bit and posting it now)

[daranatsus]

Get a room you two

Request by @stardusts-supervoid! I loved drawing their expressions

[illustratedartist]

Ask Me About My Mask 🎃🐦‍⬛💉

First request for my 400+ follower event is done!!

I KINDA went my own direction with this, I saw this funny image with wolf shirt verison of this and it reminded me of Scarecrow from Asylum lol. So naturally I decided this has to be how I draw AA Crane from now on XD

Thank you @jennoirwolf for the request and supporting me! When I was in my Crash Bandicoot phase she was one of my absolute favorite artists! I remember going through all her comics and doodles on her DA and being so inspired. SO it honestly blows my mind that she likes my stuff 🥰 definitely go check her out!!

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

Can we get Baby Tails Halloween edition?

spooky little ghost!

[doctorsiren]

Maybe you could call it Reunited Stans AU?

Also, how do you think the gravity falls locals would see those two? I think Ford would end up getting out of the cabin much more because of Stan. Maybe you could draw them going to town for drinks? I don't know.

I like to think the town locals would either be horrified of them and talk about them as cryptids in their own right, or just be annoyed by their shenanigans

I just remembered they’d be in their early 20s when coming to Gravity Falls haha

But yes they’d definitely start out as “those weird twins that live in the forest” but once Stanley starts feeling like he’s actually safe from that old life Ford pulled him out of, he starts going into the town, which then leads to him dragging Ford along

It’s probably a mix of both, where the town sees them as those odd guys and then also get annoyed by what they do, but also I think they’d think of them as a new endearing staple of their town once the whole “newcomer / stranger” title fades from them. It’d be sort of the same way Stan is in canon with the Mystery Shack, where even though people find him annoying, they also always come to the events.

Also Stanley 😭 your brother does not wanna be in that bar, let him go do nerd things